03-22-2019, 06:03 PM
Nox waved away Raffe's worry over his mother. It wasn't something Nox dwelled on but he shared his own sad story and Nox felt bad for feeling bad about his own. Though watching your mother die and you can do nothing but stand and stare it stayed with you.
But neither of them let the bad back story kill the mood, Raffe teased him back and Nox couldn't help the widening of his smile. "Life's not fair." He wasn't sure how many times he heard that growing up. His father was such a prick sometimes.
The name Oriena rang a bell. It trigged more memories. Memories of after the plane crash, and then later at the ball. "She gets around." It wasn't meant to be an insult. Oriena found a wolfkin, and was possessed by an Ijiraq and she collected channelers. A powder key Carmen had called it.
"She said he wasn't feral. But a wolf is still a wolf. I almost got a friend hurt by my ex-girlfriend because she smelled me all over him, and her wolf kicked into gear full on jealous. She was fully in control of herself, knew who she was, didn't display any outwards signs other than the golden eyes, but the wolf is strong. And if she hadn't been in control of herself, my friend would probably have been hurt the same as you." Nox smirked. "And if you went in without a weapon or help, the fact that you survived is pretty awesome. The one kin I went after with my Dad that attacked me had me on the ground on my back in seconds. I had a knife, but little good it would do if I couldn't use it. I managed to get a jab into his gut with the knife, but not without a few scratches to my chest but it was all I could do to keep it from my neck."
Nox took cursory note of the room, the exits the showers and the mirrors. The costumes were only a passing note as thoughts trickled into his head of what he could preform. It wasn't so simple as he made it out to be. It had been a very long time since he'd danced in front of anyone for any other reason than because he was out at a club.
But neither of them let the bad back story kill the mood, Raffe teased him back and Nox couldn't help the widening of his smile. "Life's not fair." He wasn't sure how many times he heard that growing up. His father was such a prick sometimes.
The name Oriena rang a bell. It trigged more memories. Memories of after the plane crash, and then later at the ball. "She gets around." It wasn't meant to be an insult. Oriena found a wolfkin, and was possessed by an Ijiraq and she collected channelers. A powder key Carmen had called it.
"She said he wasn't feral. But a wolf is still a wolf. I almost got a friend hurt by my ex-girlfriend because she smelled me all over him, and her wolf kicked into gear full on jealous. She was fully in control of herself, knew who she was, didn't display any outwards signs other than the golden eyes, but the wolf is strong. And if she hadn't been in control of herself, my friend would probably have been hurt the same as you." Nox smirked. "And if you went in without a weapon or help, the fact that you survived is pretty awesome. The one kin I went after with my Dad that attacked me had me on the ground on my back in seconds. I had a knife, but little good it would do if I couldn't use it. I managed to get a jab into his gut with the knife, but not without a few scratches to my chest but it was all I could do to keep it from my neck."
Nox took cursory note of the room, the exits the showers and the mirrors. The costumes were only a passing note as thoughts trickled into his head of what he could preform. It wasn't so simple as he made it out to be. It had been a very long time since he'd danced in front of anyone for any other reason than because he was out at a club.
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