I'll love you for a thousand more....

There was an abrasive edge to the man before her; it was like a shard of ice, cold and, if you weren't cautious enough, sharp enough to cut you. She had met many people like him before and never really had a problem getting along with them. The blond girl tended to be more perspective around Frost's type, gauging reactions and subtle signs for the best way to interact with them without changing who she was. She wasn't a robot, wasn't programmed to meet the social needs and requirements of everyone. However, Scarlett happened to be lucky enough to be the kind of person that got along with pretty much everyone. There were a few bad eggs of course, but for the most part she was an extremely likable person.

His responses are little, if he really acknowledges her words at all really. He offers her a nod to her simple plan of helping him if he really needing it, not delving any further in the topic as silence falls between them. She can see that he is calculating her, picking her apart for weakness and anything he can get out of her. Even under the mop that his his hair, she can feel his violet gaze sliding over her body. Many females may have reacted in disgust or discomfort, but she didn't, she stood tall and confident. She would not shrink beneath his gaze, not be stepped on or treated as an object. She was a country girl, and if she could break a wild stallion she could break this stallion, should he try anything stupid.

She could tell Frost was extremely smart, but how smart she wouldn't realize till later. In their short meeting, he had discovered his new power and used it without her knowledge, giving himself a window into her mind that she could never know she left open. His kind of smart could be very dangerous if not watched, especially with his new found power. He nods once more to her words as she follows after him, enjoying his company as it was a.....nice change to the normal lonely days. Even if he wasn't the most talkative, a little odd, and rough around the edges, he hadn't been unpleasant and that opened him up to the possibility of becoming her friend.

"Scar it is then- I favour shorter names." he says, his words cool and she nods, totally fine with his choice in title for her. Really, she was far too laid back to care much what people called her, so long as it wasn't offensive, yet even then she may just laugh at them for nothing being able to come up with something better. His next words surprise her, causing her to blink slightly and shift her gaze to him. His voice remained cool and calm, but it was almost uncanny the way he started explaining his name, almost like he was answering the question she had thought but not asked. There was always the possibility that Frost's power was telepathy, in fact she hadn't given much thought to the other weres power until now. There simply wasn't enough evidence to convince her this was the case, and so she left it drift from her mind, content in the idea it was simply a strange coincidence. "That's really interesting, it must be much nicer than having people butcher your name," her words are honest as she comes back to attention, focusing fully on what he had said. "If you don't mind me asking, where are you from?" she asks, genuine curiosity in her voice. She had a few guesses in her mind of places he was from: Russia, iceland, greenland, norway. Of course she would never know unless he desired to tell her.

Emerald eyes watch the male intently as the clouds begin to form overhead, a desire to see his reaction to the sudden ominous clouds overhead. They moved ever closer to a local cafe when she notices glance up, his eyes lingering on the clouds before turning to her as she offers him a silent clue to piece everything together. He mumbles something, but it is in a foreign language and so she is left to silently wonder what he had said. The thought was there and gone however, vanishing as soon as it had come when she gracefully glided into the safety of the cafe. Once Frost had followed her in and designated a place for them did Scarlett release the restraint she had on the clouds, allowing them to pour rain all over the city, a desperate attempt to wash away the bad. She takes an odd sense of satisfaction from the small simper of pleasure that finds its way onto his lips, knowing that she had his interest now more than ever.

"Can you create a storm, the atmosphere, the wind- without the rain? Or can you not control the formation of the moisture?" he asks, his attention focusing from the storm and back on her. She offers him a smile, taking a sort of pleasure out of describing what she was capable of doing to someone who was so eager to find out. "I have complete mastery over the storm. Rain is simply an artistic choice of mine. Rain can be substituted with hail, snow, or nothing at all. I can control where the lighting strikes, how hard the wind blows, the density of the clouds. I have created tornadoes, blizzards, and hurricanes. I can create and control every aspect of a storm, for the most part though it takes a lot of concentration, so I tend to create what I want and let it do its own thing, tweaking it how I want when I need to," it was a long explanation, but she was sure he was listening. She hardly ever used her power, so nobody ever really knew what she was capable of. It filled her with a sort of pride to know how powerful she was, even if she would never really use it outside of personal favors like keeping the city quiet or little tricks and fun. To her knowledge, there was only one time she had ever needed to use her power to defend herself....it didn't end very well for the vampire.

She watches with interest as a waitress comes over, bringing over a pot of hot coffee. He is quick to grab his mug, but what he does next makes her smirk ever so slightly in amusement. The way he grabbed the sugar cubes, it was ironic really with him being a horse. There was no room to judge him though, tease maybe but judge no, as she loved her meat. She grabs her own mug, placing a single sugar cube in and dumping some creamer to dilute the bitterness as much as possible. In a way they shared a common trait, she thought sugar was pretty good as well. "If you can create a storm- while preventing the downpour that follows I should be interested, after this, to.....further explore your talent if you would be willing? It intrigues me." he says, leaning back and taking a sip of his coffee. She takes a sip of her own coffee, nodding with a smile. "I don't mind sharing, in fact its been quite a while since i've been given the opportunity to use my powers so it will a good chance to see if i've gotten rusty or not," there was humor in her last words but also truth. For many months, she had not released the magic built up inside of her, having no real reason to. The city and Frost it would seem, were about to offer her one though.

There was a risk to letting a stranger in on the power that was storm manipulation. She had been warned by the old witches and warlocks of those without good intentions or hearts that would try to use her powers for themselves for bad. This was not something that Scarlett worried about, she knew she was fully capable of taking care of herself, and with her power, it was really going to be hard to make her do something against her will. It was so easy to zap someone with lighting, the power coming naturally like blinking or breathing. There was some truths to the old magician's words however, for Scarlett would make a dangerous enemy but a powerful ally. So it was best that Scarlett chose her friends carefully and didn't allow herself to be used.

And then Frost speaks again, his words abrupt and entirely unexpected. "Tell me, Scar- why do you think I need a hair-cut, hmm?" the shaggy haired male had done exactly what he had intended to, catch her off guard. She is silent for a moment, simply staring at him as every puzzle piece that made up the werehorse started falling into place. Telepathy. Her eyes narrowed on him, but there was a good natured smirk to her lips as she wasn't angry about his listening in on her thoughts, since she hadn't thought anything he didn't need to know, more surprised that he could listen in on her mind's endless questions and calculations. "Telepathy," she mutters to herself as her eyes scan over him, a new understanding of the were before her beginning to form in her mind. Her hunch had been entirely correct, but his previous actions made her form a new hunch in her mind. She wouldn't ask though, or even think about it, she was content to wait and see if another surprise arose.

Well, she was caught. Slowly she takes another sip of her coffee, allowing a small simper to form at her lips as she simply stares at him. "Your eyes are quite unique. I've never seen that color before to be truthfully honest, it's not exactly a dominant gene back in my small, country home. I find it to be a shame to hide such pretty eyes," she says with a shrug, being completely honest. Violet was such a beautiful color, and, in Scarlett's opinion, purples were one of her favorites. Maybe he hid his eyes for a reason, but she found, even though he was already quite attractive, he would be even more so if you could see his eyes. It may also have to do with the fact that a strong part of wolves lives were focused around eyes. Wolves eyes could stare into your very soul, and often the wolf used their eyes to speak where they could not and to discover things about others they could not outwardly see.

Scarlett Trivale

Werewolf X 19 years X Wolf Reference