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Posted on June 12, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
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It was the banging, subtle as it was, that so managed to rouse the snowy-haired man from his sleep, blurry eyes attempting to adjust to the darkness of the room as he half considered pulling his blankets back over himself. The unmistakable vibe of Claire however, that so seemed to punctuate within the bond that connected them seemed to rouse the man only further. It was with something of a sigh that he managed to pull himself free of the comfort of his bed, bare feet padding across the floorboards as one hand moved to run through the thickness of those white locks, hair haphazard in every direction as he stumbled sleepily towards the door dressed in nothing save for his boxer shorts and the steel chain about his neck. After all- he hardly expected company at this hour. The house remained fairly quite all the same, the faint ring of Claire's echoing softly from somewhere downstairs- the girl apparently having taken to talking to herself, else deciding that this was an appropriate hour to bake. He was fond of the girl, truly and yet this hour of night was not particularly agreeable to his patience- a lesson on what was and was not acceptable at such a time was surely needed and yet for now the man possesses the single goal of directing her to her own bed.

It is the scent however to suddenly sees the man pause upon the stairs, Frost noticeable more awake within the single moment it had taken him to analyse not only the scent cloaking Claire's own but the fact that there was another person here- a decidedly male one. He is not opposed to Claire making friends if she so desires it- yet allowing other men into his personal territory is...displeasing. For every part of him that remains human, another part remains entirely animal. A particularly powerful, hormone driven animal designed entirely to defend it's territory and those belonging to it, lips tightening into a thin, subtle line of agitation barely perceptible as he moved to wander those last few strides towards the kitchen. Human. A human male. He offers little more then a snort at this realisation, no longer holding any true concern in regards to any need to fight off a potential threat to his personal space. No human man would ever possesses an iota of his own strength. The threat to Claire however- his personal belonging, remained clear.

The kitchen door is easily pushed open, the well-toned, lithe, snowy haired young man striding effortlessly into the room, one violet eye cocked upward as he moved to lean easily back against the counter top, gaze flicking from Claire to her companion and back again. She was a naive creature, innocent, he believes, in every sense of the word and thus easily taken advantage off, this little human eyed with no manner of warmth or pleasantness.

"Claire- who is your friend and why is he in my home?"

His tone remains even, those deep vocals smooth, cool as always and yet the slightest of undertones is surely clear, violet eyes slicing back toward this...man. Had she...slept with him? The evidence would deem as such and yet with Claire there was often a more innocent explanation- one he is searching for now with no small manner of concern. The girl was often far too biddable for her own good and if this man had seen fit to cause her any....distress, else take anything from her without her knowing consent, well, frost was entirely content enough to make sure it was the last woman this pathetic little human ever enjoyed- the thought of Claire and any...other man distinctly irritating. One hand moves to rest atop the counter, fingers drumming expectantly against it before his gaze returns to his pack mate once more- softening slightly upon her.

"Tell me what you did Claire, all of it."


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