"You know...that is a bit creepy. You'll know things that no ordinary man should really know. I'm afraid to ask just what you detect from me, but I think it is for the best you don't say anything."

Even though my tone sounds playful there is a hint of accusation in my voice. I must admit that Frost has the capability of knowing hormonal changes or have the ability to detect such things is an extremely disturbing. I mean really the last thing I need for a male that is half horse and half human is to know when he can pinpoint when I am in a particular mood or condition. There are just some things humans should not know. While my head tilts downward to look at my own mug of tea I allow my long golden blonde strands of hair to cover part of my face. Aa silent show that I am a bit uncomfortable. I am not afraid of him though. There is a clear difference. I do lift my bright blue eyes to notice that small smirk on his lips and I casually role my eyes. Males, be they half horse or not, were all the same â€" they were cheeky bastards. Yet I will not fall into his trap should he like to try and tease me some more about issues that just shouldn't be discussed. Although I keep in mind about his weakness to sugar. It will become an advantage, one day, some day.

I do not think it would be wise to explain further detail about my relations to my new found Uncle. Even I find it hard to believe that the only living relative I have is one that devoted the rest of his life to killing supernatural creatures within a body that cannot age. It took me a few days to digest all this new found information, but I am an adaptable. I mean when I met Frost I didn't scream my head off and run away terrified. Instead I got close to him, sat right on top of his lap and didn't move away. I can be brave. A bit stubborn, but brave. Though I do not want to do anything that would threaten my Uncle's life. That just wouldn't be right. So I do not go into full detail with the blonde male opposite of me. After all this is our second meeting. Though why he was interested in finding me was still unknown and to me it is such a peculiar thing. I take another sip of my tea and place the red mug neatly down on the table. One thumb begin to trace up and down the handle of the mug slowly as my calm, methodical voice breaks the silence between us.

"What he does, he believes is right, if he must kill those that would bring harm to others and humans then that is fine. But if he kills just because he does not believe in your right to live, and those that are innocent, then I would not agree to his efforts â€" but he is my Uncle and I do not want him dead. I cannot change his opinion, but merely disapprove his actions. If I was able to stop him, should he kill someone that was innocent, then I would, but I am unable to. "

Truly I cannot stop all the tragedies that my Uncle has caused on others. I cannot stop him. I am a human and all I have are my words. I do not have any unique or incredible powers. I am just me. I am sure Frost could understand. I do not believe in killings for fun nor do I condone killing anyone at all, unless there is a reason. While continues to explain a Were's point of view I quietly nod my head in agreement. It is true. Animals do see things different than humans. As an animal it is okay should they inflict harm on others or even kill if they were protecting their own, their territory or pack. It was instincts, it was natural, and there are some things such as nature that shouldn't be challenged nor altered to confirm with human society. As humans we have that basic ability as well, and should we be tested, we will bring harm to others should they threaten our lives, our family and friend, and our home own...but we like to pretend we are more civilized. I do note that familiar and yet unknown word, Engill, why he calls me this I do not know. My eyes focus on him carefully showing no agitation nor any sort of need to be so defensive. I do not disagree with his reasoning, it is reasonable, but I believe he missed the point â€" I do not think death or harm to others is necessary all the time, only when it is needed, which was similar to his own. Gently I speak removing any unnecessary emotion simply stating my thoughts.

"I am human and therefore my views and ideas do not always align with yours, because I do not know your own life and I cannot judge fairly. I think whether you are human or supernatural neither one should kill just solely for sport or entertainment. Death should come to those that deserve it should they inflict pain and harm to others. My Uncle may kill those that are innocent, and although I do not agree with him, I am sure he kills those that deserve it."

As he lifts his shirt to show his own scars I stare, perhaps maybe a bit far too long than I should have, but my brows furrowed in puzzlement. I am not sure how he had gotten those faded wounds. It could have been from other Weres, maybe the other supernatural creatures, maybe even Dark Hunters. It would be a shame if it was from my own Uncle, which would make me question whether I should keep Frost within this house and within my company, but I keep myself from prying. It is rude I think to inquire such private matters. I take another sip of my tea as I notice his own mug is draining. Though I decide to gently push the case of sugar in his direction, knowing it was something he couldn't necessary resist. I place my mug down once more as I allow one arm to lie across on the table near me, as I rest my head on my open palm tilting my head inquisitively.

"As for you, you are part stallion it is in your nature to defend yourself or, as you would say, territory or pack. Do you have your own pack and territory? Shouldn't you be with them and not me, I am hardly anything special."

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable