I'm not quite sure why Riot seems overly confident in himself. In fact I'm not quite sure he knows that he is trying a bit too hard with his flirting? Maybe I am getting old. My god I turn eighteen and I'm not falling for a flirtation ploy from another male. Maybe this is the beginning of me 'adulting' and man is it a scary scary thing to realize. I know if I wanted to continue this flirting game I needed to do something but sadly I just don't want to. I don't see myself as a mean person, and I am sure that if I engaged in his game I would lead him on to nothing but heartbreak. Frost allowed me into his home and he is taking the time to show me what it is like to be a Were Horse...although technically it is his fault he bit me, but I am proud he is being responsible. I think that says a lot about his character. I know Uncle Azrael didn't like him and didn't trust him, and I kept that at the forefront of my mind when I'm around Frost. Yet Frost hasn't treated me poorly. His mannerism seem a bit too perfect, and he always carries himself in such an arrogant way, but it wasn't done in such a rude manner. He is just proud of himself and he can carry it off quite naturally. Maybe it's the whole horse thing, I mean, I've been reading a few books about horses and they say Stallions are prideful creatures. Riot could use a few lessons from Frost, but I think he seems to think he has this whole flirting and carrying himself down...sadly that is not the case right now. As he speaks about fighting for me against Frost I cannot help, but give him a faint frown, not liking the type of words he was saying. Politely I respond keeping my voice light and friendly, but with a subtle firmness.

"I'm not quite sure why you would keep me, let alone Frost, but the need to 'own' a female died within our society, and I'm not quite sure what you mean by fun..."

As I sit here on this couch, completely aware with Riot inching himself much closer to me, I cannot help but wonder if his arm is going to...oh wait, there it is. I can see how his arm outstretches to lie along the top of the couch, his fingers quite close to my arm, and I stiffen. I don't really know him so I don't really appreciate him trying to touch me. But he isn't doing anything wrong, not yet at least. I stay still though quite mindful of the distance between his fingers and my arm. It is his inquiry about how many children I have that not only baffled me, and stunned me, but it downright made me absolutely pissed off. They say that one shouldn't ask a woman that appears pregnant, if she is pregnant or she is expecting. I have yet to hear a similar phrase about asking a random girl how many children she has, but I am pretty damn sure that this question is just as forbidding to say as the other one. As I sit here, it is quite obvious that I am stunned, that I cannot help it if my jaw drops in shock. Azure eyes flicker towards Frost for a moment, to see if perhaps Riot was trying to play a joke, but seeing that focused look in his violet eye, and I swear a small smug on his face, I came to the sadden and shocked conclusion that Riot was indeed not joking. I'm not sure what happens next, but I do know that my right arm suddenly rises and my hand makes a hard contact with his face, as I slap him, leaving a good red mark. With a hotly tone I provide the young man a stern lesson about what he should and should not ask a woman.

"Don't you think that is a rude question, Riot? You do not go about asking women how many children they have, and even though you have no business in knowing, I've had none."

I don't mean to be rude, honest I don't, but I think he deserved that slap. Instantly I slide myself over to the other side of the couch, completely far away from him. I don't understand why he would think that I would have had children by now! I mean, if I did, I am pretty sure that is what would have killed my parents, and not individuals that assassinated them. I am pretty sure my Uncle would have freaked out if he knew I had a kid too. Last thing I need from him is him being freaked out. He already lost it when he discovered I got bit, but to think I had a child out of wedlock, I am sure that would kill him regardless of the fact he was a Dark Hunter. I am absolutely flustered and as I sit on my end of the couch I cannot help but cross my arms in front of me, as I turn my head to look at Frost, waiting to hear him. As I let my frustration stew and die down, I keep my eyes focused on Frost, not daring to look at Riot. I just can't believe he would ask such a thing. As Frost speaks about his home I cannot help but feel sorry for him, and for Riot, because it is a shame they carry a value less than Dark Hunters, just because of their species. I know way back then humans were bred to carry certain traits that made them ideal to work in slavery, but it is appalling to hear that something so similar is happening to those that are half-human and half-animal. To be used as an animal as a tool and part of a breeding program seems so hard to believe and I cannot even phantom to imagine something like this existed. These are things my parents were fight valiantly against and abolish, if they had ever known about it, and it is a shame they never knew about it when he was a child. Perhaps then he wouldn't have gone through whatever ordeals he went through. All the rage I felt earlier seemed to simmer away now that I know a little bit about Frost. He shared a little bit about his past, and I shall do such a thing in return, but not in front of Riot. Softly I speak holding a concerned tone.

"Well that is a shame that they treated you as an animal rather than a person. It is good you got out of there."

I sit quietly at my spot explaining to Riot that I would not be the best tutor. He would need someone without my dyslexia, because I know I would only be slowing him down. As he moves to get a book I do not try to lean close or even move to get close to him to see the book. Instead I just keep my focus on Frost for a moment, watching him carefully, quite unsure what would be said next. I never said I was ashamed of my dyslexia, I just know what my strengths and weakness are and if Riot wants a teacher, it would not be me. As Riot explains his partner, a Dark Hunter, I turn my head to look back at him, nodding politely, but the conversation suddenly turns into an argument. As Riot and Frost begin to speak over their disagreement, I stay still and watch the two carefully as if I were watching a tennis match, noting how they both held themselves, taking note that I was oddly intrigued to know who the winner would be. Which is odd, because I usually don't care about arguments, but for some reason with these guys I feel inclined to know who it is, because...I have to know. Weird. As Riot looks away, I turn my head to focus on Frost, my attention the way I can acknowledge he was the winner. Though as the tension begins to die down and speak up about something completely different, I just blink and stare for a moment. I want to go, I do, but I'm not sure if my presence would be wanted. Sure, I'm a werehorse now, but I wasn't born one. I am not one that could fall in line with their beliefs, and would my presence be appreciated, especially if I am going with one of their own that was a divergent? I'd like to go, I mean, sure I should be in bed, but I'm awake now and I'd like to get better at this well, new lifestyle. I'm still not happy with Riot's inquiry, so I give him a small smile and curt nod, then look back over at Frost.

"I would like to go, but after hearing about your lifestyle I wouldn't feel right if I was human, riding on one of you, it would feel wrong. I need to work on trying to shift at will, and well, there are a lot of things I need to work on too. Maybe you are right Frost, maybe I can change if I'm around you two."

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable