Those eyes of rich chocolate had seen countless years pass him by. He had seen others change, grow old and weary, sick and injured, while he still remained young, handsome, his body always retaining its chiseled, define look to it. The dirty blonde boy had never known what to make of the others aging around him. Perhaps that is why after the first century or so, Marcelo had begun to befriend those with an equally long life as he, such as vampires and even dark hunters, occasionally a fae, though those tended to be rare and stuck to their own kind. Still, even then, vampires tended to be killed by dark hunters or even humans, while dark hunters would be vanquished by some supernatural beast. While the boy with brandished gold hair had continued to live on and on and on and on. His earthen eyes forever remaining aglow with life and youth, the jackal's dusty gold hair forever remaining untouched by the grays, salt and pepper that age often inflicted on the mortals. Sure, immortality had its drawbacks, but Marcelo could see through chocolate hues too the never ending party that had been presented before him.

He growls quietly in response to the invasion of his personal space. But the way the corner's of his lips twitch upwards is a clear indication of the feral mind slowly exiting, those brown eyes quick to hold humor within them as his defensive nature begins to melt away. Lopsided grin all of his young human face as earthen eyes look to her own as he shakes dusty golden hair before watching the huntress steadily without any shyness hiding within their dark depths. The flush of her cheeks almost making him want to snicker, but he didn't want to embarrass the poor girl any further than she already seemed to be. What girl hadn't seen a guy in his boxers before? Especially in this day and age where he found the female population to be a bit...looser than they had been in earlier centuries. Not to say Marcelo was complaining or anything.

Unlike Elain, Marcelo has invited others into his bed a number of times, due to his long life, it was to be expected, especially with those hauntingly mysterious dark eyes, and his personality, Marcelo could be downright charming when he wanted to be. Though, very rarely had it been his own bed that a sweet faced girl had wandered into. He was a private fellow after all. But they had let the jackal climb into their beds, having succumbed, so intrigued by that dangerous smile of his that promised mystery. There is always a fear of the unknown, but that's the beautiful thing about fearâ€"it is just oh so tempting. And so the immortal teenager had crawled into their beds, as they shared a night of something physical, hormones raging and taking over every thought and action, infesting them like some disease, blurring out reason. Then, in the morning, the jackal would rouse from his slumber, leaving nothing but a cold half of the bed behind. Some make think him cruel, sneaking away from the ones who thought he may give them something more than a single night of passionate embraces, and yes, you could say it was wrong, Marcelo wouldn't deny his actions, but in the end, wasn't it better for everyone? Marcelo didn't age, and if he didn't leave their bed in the morning, they would one day depart from one another regardless, as death would take what belongs to it, and Marcelo forever escaped its grasps. It wasn't easy information to live with on the mortal partner, as Marcelo had learned early on in his immortality.

There is something predatory about him, in the way he even sits and the way those rich brown eyes watch Elain, something strong yet elegant. "Likewise, Daray," he says, brown eyes practically shining like a light bulb with humorous laughter just hidden behind its gates. Perhaps the boy with hair like brandished gold he ought to be a bit more gentle with her, knowing she seems ever...delicate about the current situation at hand. But, unfortunately, gentle was not apart of Marcelo's nature. He watches carefully as her pale gaze widens in surprise, freezing as if she were no more than a wide eyed doe caught in the headlights of a vehicle racing down the road. Chocolate gaze watches as she grows ever flustered, quickly talking to clarify in response to the single word that had dropped from Marcelo's lips. "I seem to have startled you," the brandished gold haired boy says with smooth tenor tones, a lazy grin coating his face. "Nothing to be ashamed of, Daray," he says with that casual voice, dark eyes glimmering almost dangerously. His grin widens for a moment, again he really ought not to say what he says next. "Some advice though, never knock something till you try it." Cue a humorous wink.

She clears her throat and Marcelo leans back against the tree to let the woman do her work. A toothy grin once more appears after she finishes and her laughter bubbles through the air as a downright cheeky look passes over his features before he joins her with his own tenor toned laughter into the forest air. "I mean, whats the point in pursuing dangerous and reckless behavior if you cant have the scars to prove it?" He jests in good fun towards the girl. His hand wanders to gently rest on the crook of her arm as the boy with hair like brandished gold actually shows genuine concern for the briefest of moments for someone other than himself. "Good," he responds, those dark eyes unblinking as he stares at her.

As he leans towards her, remaining in front of her as she continues to lean against the tree, he hears the racing of her heart, causing those deep, brown eyes to shine with mystery, and perhaps just the slightest promise of danger. She doesn't pull away from him, and so Marcelo moves ever closer towards her, that grin splits his face into a boyish charm. He can nearly feel the warmth radiating from her flushed cheeks before she whispers towards him before he answers with a pull away and offers her a hand to return to a standing position. And he knows that she ought to say no, she really should say no. But his grin cannot simply grow wide enough as she says those magic words: I trust you. "And I am so glad you do," he says, earthen eyes telling her of a promise for this to be one of the best nights of her life. He guaranteed it.

He peers over at her before running a hand through brandished gold locks. "But first we need to get some clothes," he says with light tenor tones. "Come on, I know a good place not too far from here," he says before pausing for a moment and moving close to her once more, his brandished gold hair glowing a bit more as the sun continues to set, the symphony of crickets just beginning their songs. "I cant run about in my underwear, so i'm going to have to shift," he explains, his voice shifting to a lower tone. He reaches that hand out to her arms once more, dark eyes focused, "stay close." And then that humor returns once again as he adds, "And for the record, I love scratches behind the ears," he says with a wink before his form shifts quickly and easily into that scrappy jackal form and he issues a high pitched bark towards the girl, golden eyes still bright with that same intensity as his tail begins to wag and he gently places his paws onto her leg for a brief moment, followed by a turn as he begins to jog off in the direction of the store. It is only when he reaches the entrance that he shifts back into his human body each bone snapped back into place, contracting and expanding when need be, hair returning to the top of his head in brandished gold instead of covering his body, those yellow eyes turning into a rich chocolate as he looks to Elain with a smirk on his face before eyes cast downwards for a brief moment. "Oh, look, still managed to keep my underwear," he says with a cheshire grin towards the girl. Suddenly those eyes narrow for a moment as they float over her hair, those predatory eyes easily able to detect anything unnatural, and there he finds it, tucked away in her blonde locks. A hand reaches forward, grabbing the bobby pin, "Just what we needed, Daray," he says, bending the bobby pin open and slipping it into the lock, maneuvering it until he hears the click. He bends the bobby pin back into shape and with all the gentleness of a mother with a kitten he tucks it safely back into her hair before pushing the door open with his hand.

"Okay," the dusty golden haired boy begins as he leads Elain inside. "You cant get into tonight's party unless you abide by the dress code," chocolate eyes look to the girl's attire and then find her face before holding up a finger in a 'wait a minute' fashion. "I have just the thing," he says with a sneaky smile laying in a crooked fashion across his face. He scans the dresses, skipping over the tight body con dresses almost immediately. No doubt the golden haired girl would look like a total bombshell in one of them, but Marcelo knows baby steps are best with someone soâ€"fresh. And that is when reaches another dress of navy blue with a bit of ruffling. He pulls it off the shelf and takes it over to Elain, holding it out for her to see. "I think this would do the trick," he says with those tenor tones, before pressing the hanger gently into her hand. He looks her up and down for a moment, before letting those deep brown eyes connect with her own of silver blue. "Take off your clothes," he says, letting the pause run in between them wondering if a blush will fill her cheeks, before he jerks his head in the direction of the wall to the side of them lined with curtains hanging. "Changing rooms are right over there." That glimmer of humor rests behind his eyes. "I'm going to change out hereâ€"don't be spying on me when Im trying to change, okay?" He says with a wink, holding back a laugh towards the girl.

As the golden haired huntress hopefully changes into the dress Marcelo picked out, the jackal finds his own outfit to wear tonight. Now, the dirty blonde boy may mostly wear the clothes of a troublesome teen, but the scoundrel knew how to dress it up when it mattered. He finishes theMarcelo Lucas Rumeir