I have to admit I am glad I do not come from the same place as Riot and Frost. If I did, I am sure I would have been absolutely miserable. Mother and Father taught me to be independent, to be strong, and always be myself. To think that I would have to belong to someone, let alone, be told that I must bear children is dreadfully appalling. I know I shouldn't be so upset with Riot, now that I learn that it is his culture and upbringing that led him to act and believe certain status quo was okay, but I am unable to control my anger. My temper has always been my flaw, it is one that Mother is displeased that I had, but I couldn't change that no matter how hard I tried. He deserved the slap, he truly did, but I should have been more patient. That was a strength my parents had, but I think that talent skipped me. When I see Riot scoot farther down the couch, rubbing his crimson cheek, I can see my hand mark, and I cannot help but fell a little guilty, although I think he still deserves it. Turning my head to look back at Frost, I try to at least show some sort of sympathy although I am very firm with my belief that their culture is completely wrong...on so many levels that I don't know where to start.

"It sounds quite barbaric and atrocious, almost as if women are seen not just in a prostitute way, but that they serve no other purpose than to be submissive and bare children. How is that a fair life, and why would you participate in it, Riot."

I know it isn't all Riot's fault. I mean it isn't like he thought of it all. Frost did mention that Riot couldn't get out of the place, and Riot mentioned he seemed attached to some Dark Hunter which caused that oddly tense tiff between the two. Riot seems pleased to change the subject to inviting us to join his fellow associates. I'm curious and a little bit nervous. I mean I may be a Were Horse, my Uncle a Dark Hunter, but I am still not so familiar with the whole supernatural world. Takes time to get comfortable, you know? As Riot leaves to go change and wait for us, I watch as Frost gets up to and offers his hand and mutely I accept it and follow him. As he explains the group we will be meeting with, I do not offer him a simper to match the quirk he gives me. Instead I sigh with a bit of remorse and slight regret. The way he worded things it sounded like everyone seemed a bit brainwashed, believing their lifestyle is correct, even if there are some like Frost that disagree. It seems odd though that I would be allowed to hit another that does or says something wrong, but I can hear my Mother's voice telling me that slapping others on a first visit isn't the best idea to do. Even in death she is able to tell me what is right and what is wrong. With a sigh I utter my inquiry, looking up at him, as he tenderly takes ones of my golden locks and pushes it back behind my ear.

"They will think you own me, won't they?"

I do not like the idea of being owned by anyone. It is a nasty term. I do not appreciate it, but that isn't anything I can change, not if we are going to be around those he used to live with. I'm not quite sure why he says that both my forms are lovely, it is an odd compliment you know? I mean saying both my forms are nice, or good is one thing, but using the word love. seems a bit, oh I don't know, possessive and maybe borderline coming across a territory my Uncle wouldn't approve of? I guess it is okay if I disagree with what these other WereHorses say, but really I should try to be on my best behavior. After all, he is allowing me to go, and I am his guest...I shouldn't embarrass him â€" that would be rude on my part. As I follow him to head out the door, goosebumps arrive on my pale skin as I feel the cool winds this late night. Once the door is shut I look back at Frost, nodding slightly in agreement, taking a heavy sigh as I speak a bit firmer, and trying to find that confidence once again. It will be interesting to try and shift without the moon helping me.

"I think so."

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable