All it took was one look at the man to know that he was hardly the type to play the part of Prince Charming. Aside from his strong build, the well-defined muscle that sculpted him into the handsome specimen that he could be regarded as by willing or unwilling eyes, and the smoothness of his words when he so chose to play them right, there wasn't a single thing about him that gave that "I'm here to help" vibe. Which was good. He was a thief, and when he wanted to be, he was a damn good liar capable of playing on the vulnerabilities of others, but a knight in shining armor was something that he was never meant to be. He could act like one, though. And yet, what happens there on the beach that had been peaceful one moment only to be storming and fierce the next was far from what any might have considered normal for Levi. Most might have thought he would have just taken off, left the woman there standing on the soaked sands stricken in terror to fend for herself â€" and in most cases, they would be right. He was hardly the type that interfered in such affairs, stepping in to save some damsel in distress. Half the time, it was the were who was the one the pretty woman was being saved from. He couldn't think of a time where it had been him acting on the part of the good guy, the protagonist instead of the antagonist... but maybe that was because he never has. He only ever got himself into trouble, never being the one to get someone else out of a less than favorable situation. Sure, he'd found himself in a fist fight or two when some other male tried making a move on what the dog had his own smoldering earthen eyes on, but it was nothing like this. He didn't even know what to call this, to be honest. He wasn't a s savior or some sort of guardian angel. Really, the man couldn't be further from such a thing. But, in the same sense, he wasn't really a bad guy either. Well, not the stereotypical villain everyone thought of in the movies that sought to take over the world and rule over all beings in it.

For one thing, he was far too lazy to ever have such ambitions. The very idea in and of itself was perhaps one of the most unappealing things that he could even consider for the briefest of moments simply because daring to want such power meant having to seize it. Attempting to wield such a status meant having to work tirelessly for it. It would require so much devious and wicked planning to even try and decide where to begin, and then of course there was to consider that there would always be someone out to stab him in the back, cut him down and end the tyranny. How the hell was that even an amusing thought to anyone? Just thinking of the constant work and diligence it would take to subdue others and force them to follow every command and every whim... it just wasn't his cup of tea â€" or rather, it wasn't his shot of liquor. He didn't drink tea unless it was a long island iced tea. He was content to let others with a hunger for power to fight against those that would most certainly rise up in a rebellious storm for the sake of sheer defiance in the face of someone craving such power. Nah, Levi would rather just chase anything that caught his eye until he felt like trying to steal a few hours of decent sleep. He preferred the idea of being alone except for when he lusted after that temporary companionship under the spell cast by the twilight hours. There was no desire to concern himself with the wants and wishes of someone else. He was selfish. He only ever looked out for himself and took interest in things that would benefit him. There was never a moment where he would do something on someone else's behalf â€" not without first thinking if there was something there that he could exploit for his own hidden motives or intentions. And yet, even for all the opportunities that he would seize to take without giving back and every chance that he would take to sate whatever it was that he craved for in that moment, Levi was far from a killer or someone that would stand there and watch someone, especially a pretty woman, get swept up in the rage of her own storm.

Thinking first was not something that the were was well-known for, and in a moment like this, with that waterspout raging as it came ever closer to the beach and the woman standing frozen in fear, he wasn't about to stop and analyze now. He doesn't consider whether or not she wants to be saved, doesn't contemplate if perhaps his presence would only worsen things. But, the way that he saw it, she was in danger and if he just took shelter himself, she likely would not survive to see another day. So, the often-impulsive creature leaps to the not-so-chivalrous defense of the female. It was a rather complex situation when one stopped to think about it. After all, it almost looked like he cared that she could get hurt. And maybe to some sort of shallow degree, he might, but even if he did, the man was unaware of it or where the primal urge to get her out of harm's way surges from. Levi is running on the animal instinct in his veins now once his hand grabs onto her wrist and pulls her after him and towards the rocky shelter that was their only shot at not getting swept up into the howling wind and water. At the very least, the dog was simply content that she wasn't wailing or shrieking like most female did when they were scared. He couldn't handle that shit, it was grating and almost deafening on those sensitive ears of his. He pulls her into the cave with him, holding her against him â€" for once with intentions that weren't meant for the bedside â€" as he calls upon his own affinity to steal the energy from her. It was surprising, the force of the magic that the beautiful creature held within herself, and perhaps had he been the sort, he might have even taken a moment to appreciate this detail his keen mind stumbles across. But, it was neither the time nor the place â€" and it was likely that there would be no such time or place â€" for such a thought to linger, his attention instead focusing on the storm and bringing it to a halt. When he seizes it and quells the storm, he hardly even recognizes her struggling in his arms until the man turns his smoldering gaze down to her. She suddenly wriggles free â€" not that he was trying too hard to hold her there â€" and before the man even realizes what is happening, she pulls back her arm only to swing at him.

He feels the impact and pain surges through his jaw as she lands her punch on the right side of his face. It has his head dizzy for a moment as his mind reels to register what just happened, and he gives it a small shake before lifting his hand to the place where she'd dealt her blow, letting her go only to see her pressed against the rocky back of the cave when he looks back to her. Many would have been furious or stunned by the sudden escalation in the woman, but instead, all Levi does is chuckle as he removes his had to look at it, noticing blood there from where the skin had split. It was far from the first time he'd been punched in the face, if not even the same exact spot, and it most definitely wouldn't be the last."My bad", he says at first, flexing his jaw as his body works to adjust to the blow and it's familiar ache left behind."That wasn't too shabby, though. I can see why whatever was chasing you isn't after you anymore", he comments, tenor tones like molasses as he observes her for a moment, watching with a raised brow as she fusses over her dress. Did she think he would just rip her clothes off like nothing in the midst of saving her tail? Levi wasn't an honorable guy, but he wasn't quite that low. Her voice reaches out to him again, annoyance as clear as the fear that had been there only moments ago."Not from where I was standing, sweetheart", he says easily, giving a nonchalant shrug of broad shoulders, moving his hand to brush the sand off his chiseled chest idly, his own posture hardly threatening by any means. He watches her for a moment, seeing clearly the stress and lingering remnants of fear amidst the annoyance that flickers across her gaze, but he hardly blames her for the way she regards him."I'm not about to jump you or anything. Considering I just saved your tail, I don't think I'm the one you need to be worried about", he states simply, lifting a brow at the woman as he steps aside so that she might not feel as trapped as she looked.

He wasn't about to be accused of rape or whatever she might end up claiming. He was hardly the forceful type; preferring things be consensual for obvious reasons. He says nothing more, dark eyes steady upon her as he can't help wondering if she would bolt like a scared rabbit. Wouldn't surprise him, but he also wasn't about to try and stop her either.