Scarlett Trivale

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones

Scarlett did not ask the circumstances of how Calliel was bitten because it was not her place to do so. Maybe later the information would surface on its own accord, but for now the blond was content to be selfless without question. She was not a nosey creature, she understood boundaries and the some things were best left alone until they came out naturally and not crossed over. She also was not judgmental, her grandparents having raised her to view the world with an open mind. For these reasons, it was easy for Scarlett to befriend others, even those with a cold demeanor like Frost, though she was perceptive enough to sense that beneath that cool exterior hide a warm center he may not even realize he had. A creature of kindness that was capable of forgiving even the man that killed her parents and refused to apologize. People like Scarlett were few and far between, they needed to be protected before the world broke them, because no matter how tough and resilient the Werewolf was, even she was not invincible. The world would one day break her again and it would be devastating because she could only put the pieces back together so many times.

There was nothing on the planet that could rival Scarlett's determination. The girl never gave up on something, and so the world would end before she stopped trying to figure out the enigma that was Frost. Despite having known the Werehorse for a few hours now, she had already begun to care about him; although she was predisposed to care about almost everyone. She wanted to help others, to understand them completely, even the demons that made them them and that they tried to hide away. People were such an interesting thing for her, how they could be both compassionate and cruel. Emerald eyes had seen many a facade in her day to hide the truth of who someone really was, even put one up herself in order to cope with everything that had happened in her life: the death of her parents, being bitten, the slow mental deterioration of her grandfather, and the death of her grandmother. She knew her way around facades and walls, Frost's may be stronger than many she had faced before and even her own, but that would not stop her from trying. If you never try, how will you ever succeed?

Frost was not quite as similar to her childhood pet horse as she had humorously thought before. How such a small, unassuming man could turn into such a large warhorse was beyond Scarlett's comprehension; he was certainly full of secrets. The only clue that the massive equine that stood before her was in fact frost was that silky white hair that was now simply a mane, still hanging over his eyes in a shaggy fashion. She holds her ground because instinct demands she does not back down, that and she believes he will not hurt her. The older boy having shown her no signs in which she should fear otherwise, and so she put her faith in him. After all, if she maybe one day wanted to join his pack, she would need to learn to put faith in him as her alpha. He is quiet as he looms over her before they begin their elegant dance of powers.

It is quite the magnificent thing to behold, the way Scarlett's storm blends so easily with his own powers. He moves with a grace that should not be afforded to such a large creature, ice forming at his hooves as he does. The ground freezes beneath him, the ice shooting out to touch anything within its vicinity. It is an intimidating power, but there was something beautiful about its danger. When he has finished his experiment, the young wolf is left to stare in awe the the ice circle that seemed to entrap her. Impressive perhaps, though it is difficult to find another whose power compliments it so. I was curious of that, thank you. he says through the mind link, causing a smile to find its way along her lips, although smiles were never rare things with Scarlett. When he extends the power to her body, the smallest of gasps can be heard escaping from her lips. This was gentle compared to what he could do, and she knew full well how dangerous he could be. To send an enemy into heat stroke, frying the brain and killing them slowly, or even freezing their body, giving them frostbite. It draws her closer to him until she stands before him, staring up at him with her beautiful emerald eyes.

Yes, my Father named each of us for our abilities, it is a common practice in my culture. he says, nodding in confirmation to her assessment of his name relating to his powers. She cannot help but smile and bring humor into the situation, because that is just Scarlett. "My parents named me Scarlett because they thought the name sounded nice," She says with a small laugh, her name not quite as extraordinary as his, no reason behind her name. She was not disappointed in her names lack of meaning, in fact she loved her name; her name was one of the last ties she had to her parents, one that she would keep forever. One day her last name may change, but Scarlett would continue on, to be engraved upon her tombstone after death which claimed all eventually. Even the immortal knew how fragile their immortality truly was. Life was truly a precious thing, it was important to enjoy the little things and remember them, because before you knew it, it would be over.

Scarlett truly was more of like a puppy than the big bad wolf. At the mention of a race, her entire body posture perked up, and if she had been in her canine form, her tail would have begun to wag. The Werewolf loved game of all sorts, a race falling into the category of games. She was the type of girl that would have a board game night, or bring a frisbee to the park to throw around (not catch it in her mouth mind you, she has some dignity). There is no hiding her competitive spirit that burns within her, it quickly flares to the surface, burning bright in her eyes and coming out with her words. She wasn't a sore loser per say (yes she was), she just preferred winning to losing. Losing just wasn't fun, and she loved to have fun. A funoholic her friend had once called her, and nothing rang more true for the blond girl. Life was far too short to spend it not having fun, that was Scarlett's motto.

His massive, hulking body shifts to stand beside her, readying to race. She assumed he would allow her to shift so the race would be more even, but he had a different plan in mind. Around the park once and back to here, following the path. If you win you can choose a prize of your liking. However, if I win, I can have any prize I like. Agreed? he says, stating the rules quickly. She sticks her tongue out at him in a cheeky, spirited fashion. "You're not gonna- she doesn't even get to finish her sentence, before he literally reaches out and head butts her, sending her sprawling to the ground as he suddenly takes off. She is stunned for a mere moment, but when the realization of what just happened sets in her mood changes drastically.

She is on her feet in a heart beat and sprinting after him as fast as her little legs could take her, there was no time for shifting, Frost wanted to play dirty. "YOU'RE SUCH A CHEATER!! GET BACK HERE!!" She yelled to him, knowing he could very well hear her despite the gap between them from his head start. She tried her best to sound angry, but she couldn't hide the grin on her face or stop the laughter from bubbling out; of course he would pull some kind of stunt like this. Despite how slow he was compared to other equine, he was still faster than any human could run. Frost had already decided how this game was going to be played: dirty. So Scarlett simply hit him with the full force of her wind. The massive stallion was in no way aerodynamic, the drag from the wind and the pure force applied on him would slow him down quite a bit. Unfortunately for Scarlett, it also backfired for her.

The wind succeeded in blowing a leaf straight into her face, sending her tumbling backwards. The blond girl was quick to pull it from her face and continue on, her sprint slowing as fatigue began to set in: she was a good runner but she was not an olympic runner. Her breaths became ragged as she ran around the path behind him, her muscles growing tired from the amount of energy used on them. No matter how hard she tried, she was not catching up, his head start gave him too much of a lead. She thought about throwing some hail at him, but she wasn't that competitive, and so she simply continued to try and force him back with wind. They ended where they started, their positions remaining the same with Scarlett in last place.

The competitive fire within her burned in outrage, a rematch would be needed, and a fair one at that. She came to a stop beside him, panting and actually slightly sweating. Emerald eyes narrowed when they landed on him, though the anger in them was clearly fake as she failed to hide the smallest of simpers. "I let you win, especially after you cheated....I knew you seriously doubted yourself and therefore needed the win to boost your self esteem," it was a blatant lie said through a puffed up chest, though the sore loser in her would never allow her to admit she actually lost and didn't throw the race. Despite losing, it had been fun, she had laughed for quite a long way due to his antics in pushing her to the ground like some little kid. There was a kid in everyone, whether they knew it or not.

Her eyes suddenly went suspicious, smile faltering in remembering the whole prize deal he had said so very quickly. She had never verbally agreed to it, but she was honorable none the less and would....at least hear his chosen prize out. "And what prize does the victor have in mind for his "triumphant" win," She questioned, emphasis on the triumphant. For some reason she couldn't bite down the nerves in her stomach. Heaven knows what Frost had in mind for her, since he had so very obviously set this up the whole time.