Still Half Wild [open]

[DR. GREGORY ENYEART]

[cs=2] dr. gregory derreck enyeart

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][atrb=width,500px,true] [style=background-color: #a2b696; margin: 10px; padding: 5px; border-radius: 5px; font: 11px Tahoma; color: #484e29; text-align: justify;]There was a tousled appearance to Dr. Enyeart that afternoon. He was wrapped up tightly in one of those hooded coats. It was a nondescript brown color with faux fur around the edge of the hood, which was off his head, hanging on his back, crowding his shoulders. He was migrated from the South and still had a hint of a drawl in the way he spoke, which had become largely an exact and clipped manner of speaking, adopted from his years academia. Gregory had a tired look to him, having spent the entire night before as a gray and brown wolf. Gold eyes, feet padding the ground, and a belly still full of god knows what. Nothing said hangover than shedding your own humanity involuntarily. He tended to do that. After an entire day off of school, he was a bad teacher with missing another class, but some of the faculty seemed to understand what he was going through, and he was sure he wouldn't get fired just yet. He had managed to gain a good streak of clear days, though his wolf scratched at his mind, begging to be let out constantly. He could hear every sound, smell every scent. It was like a slap in the face. He relished the comfort of the library. This library was still new to him, but the idea of a library wasn't. The feel of a library was something familiar and worn and lovely. The smell of the books overwhelmed him as he moved up and down the aisles. Sometimes, he just read a fluff piece. But, in this moment, he wanted to revisit an old classic. He wanted to think and dwell and put his mind into something to remind himself that, though he was a werewolf, he was still human. He didn't want to search for the books artificially on some search engine on the computer. He wanted to hunt for the book. Gregory hunched himself a little lower, his head just making that slight movement down and forward, a suggestion of the feral. His feet started moving in tandem: one after the other, treading silently. The librarian glanced up as he left the cover of the bookshelves, revealing the utter silliness he had gotten himself into--a dreamer lost in imagination or a man resorting to his wolfish instincts in a small way. She cleared her throat, which brought him back to the world. Gregory smiled sheepishly, a cute expression of quiet embarrassment, before he hopped back behind the bookshelf. "I might as well wear a neon sign," he said with a sigh, talking about his status as a werewolf. A newly turned werewolf. Then, he picked a slim book at random. The Dubliners. Oh, James Joyce. Just what he needed. Gregory had always preferred the short stories, not finding as much enjoyment from reading Ulysses. A book where the author got too big for his britches, Gregory reasoned. Though, Finnegan's Wake was a bit more of the same, exaggerated to the point of near unreadability. Happy with his choice, he moved, like any other person might of, toward a seat in the reading area. Then, he leaned into the book. It was so familiar, that he sped through it, half skimming, but knowing the story well enough to warrant that. He had one thing on his mind: What if a human saw me, other than the librarian? Then, his wolf sharply one-upped his anxiety: What if one of your pack saw you? Making a fool of yourself? He shrank into the coat that he hadn't bothered to take off yet. Gregory fidgeted and his reading continued, though with less enthusiasm until it became a way to placate him and prevent him from going insane. He raised a hand to wipe his brow, which was shiny with a little sweat. [/style]

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six thirty-three
m u s e
excellent
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open to anybody
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Dr. Enyeart is such a nerd.[/div][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

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[FAWN ODETTE WOLF]

The library wasn't normally Fawn's thing. It was too quiet for her liking and smelled of old books and old people. Then there was the annoying librarian. They always shushed her or told her to leave. They drove her absolutely nuts! She just wished she could knock them across the head a few times. But then, she'd get arrested and plus she normally didn't want to waste the energy to do so, attacking the librarian or dealing with the police. So, that brought up the question. Why was she in the library? She didn't quite know herself. The first thought that came to her mind was that she just wanted a good book to read. She had television and her animals, but she needed time to wind-down a bit. And a book was the perfect subject. She wasn't even sure she knew what kind of books she liked anymore. She wasn't much on mystery, gave her anxiety attacks. Romance just reminded her how empty her love life was and comedy was just a bit too much for her. She had no one to laugh with. So, she settled for the fiction/non-fiction section.

She fiddled through the books, crossing over the Twilight series. Almost gagging. She'd watched the movies and the only interesting parts were when Bella was near death and the wolves. Yes, the wolves. They were just amazing. She smiled at the thought of having a pack of wolves like that in the forest around Blackwood. Of course, it was genetically and fictionally impossible. Werewolves or shape-shifters did not exist. Other than in the books she was skimming over. She soon hit the werewolves and vampires and wasn't quite interested in any of them. Nothing seemed to catch her eye. So she just picked up a childhood favorite. Red Riding Hood. Cliche, yes. Practical, no. She straightened her back and looked at the cover. The small girl was walking through a gnarly forest with the big bad wolf lurking behind her, a twisted, hungry grin on his big face. She shook her head and moved to the seating area.

She was happy to be here though. She was on her day off from working at Cafe Rouge and she needed a break from her boss. The woman just spooked her out. It wasn't how she looked, oh no. Rose was beautiful. Probably more-so than Fawn. Fawn kept her appearance up and was always looking her best, but Rose had a certain beauty about her that made Fawn quake in her boots. Fawn wasn't sure what creeped her out about Rose. Something in her eyes. A deep need or want. Like she wanted to chew on Fawn's innards. Then again, she did have an over-active imagination.

She moved with an almost in-human grace down the halls, her boots never making a sound as she moved. She had always been quiet and languid. She never was able to make a sound to save her life. Some people said it was good, others said it was bad. But, right now, it was pretty darn good. It kept the prying and beady eyes of the old librarian off her. The red seats came into site and Fawn picked up her pace and went to sit in a seat without looking and instantly the seat felt wrong. She turned to look why it was so...lumpy. And felt her face blush ten shades of the brightest reds and pinks. She sat there for a moment, her mind in lockdown from the panic. Her bright blue eyes continued to stare into the green ones looking back at her until her mind finally snapped back to reality and she leap from his lap. " Oh my god. I am SO sorry! " She said, almost panicked. That was the most embarrassing thing ever! How could she have not seen him? He was clearly large enough for her to see, but stupid her wasn't looking and now she invaded his personal space and she knew from personal experience that not every one wanted the whole world coming in their bubble.

[DR. GREGORY ENYEART]

[cs=2] dr. gregory derreck enyeart

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][atrb=width,500px,true] [style=background-color: #a2b696; margin: 10px; padding: 5px; border-radius: 5px; font: 11px Tahoma; color: #484e29; text-align: justify;] Gregory had become quiet. He leaned back, reading his book an arm's length away. He was happy that he had good eyes. He felt that they got better when he changed into a werewolf. He didn't know why, but then again, it was like the whole world got several shades brighter and busier and that he could hardly manage to take it all in. The book made a good pacifier, a good point to focus on, find a way to relax. His heart slowed down to the normal pace, he was engrossed in the story of Eveline, for some reason, he started reading at that story as he was skimming the pages, catching snatches of words and remembering the story around them. Like many other stories in the book, he knew the adventure would end up right where it started, with the disappointment and frustration of not completing the journey, taking the plunge to see what lay in store with life. He knew the ending, where Eveline would freeze and not accompany Frank to Buenos Aires. He felt like Eveline, but his story left him in Frank's situation. A man forced to leave as the ship cleaved him from the one he loved. He hadn't gotten far into the story. He hadn't gotten the chance to fully review the narrative when someone sat on him. His immediate reaction was a small growl. His thoughts ran in a shift from questioning her to himself. First, he thought, Did someone just sit on me? Then, Did I just growl? Her blue eyes were wide and looked just as stunned as he was and he could only imagine that she questioned herself in a similar way. Underneath his humanity, his wolf felt her eyes, her dominance, and immediately, he broke eye contact and looked down. He didn't know that that worked with humans, too. His heart quickened, he didn't feel angry, but felt adrenaline pumping through his veins and felt the wolf inside of him trying to claw out. His hands clenched, putting his fingers into his palms in case his claws would form. Greg removed himself from his body, trying to go numb and not let himself be taken in by the madness. His pack would hate him for changing here; they'd probably get pissed if they found out he growled at a civilian. He was jumpy. Jumpy people didn't make good werewolves for a reason. Apology. She apologized. That was the best thing she could have done. Her embarrassed expression left her a little blushed. Her voice helped him calm himself enough, but he still needed a moment to recuperate, to be sure of himself again. He could smell her humanity very much now, but kept his eyes low. He hunched his shoulders a little, but when he realized what he was doing, he gathered himself up again and straightened his posture. He didn't have to act like a packmate to a normal person. He could be a successful, educated man now. "It's alright, ma'am," he said with a hint of a drawl. He looked up at her, more confident, though there was still a sweet clumsiness in how he acted, as if he were thinking too hard. Gregory noted her choice in book. A children's story. A version of the Red Riding Hood story. It was an ironic situation: She picked up this book and now she played the part of Little Red Riding Hood herself. That meant that he was the wolf. Gregory stood up and tucked Dubliners into his armpit. He was never the most suave man. He usually was either blunt or awkward with his social interactions. Especially first meetings. He stuck a hand out. Obviously, he was even more rusty than he thought. He was making things too formal. His tone was genial. "Well, we might as well go on to meetin' each other, right? I'm Dr. Gregory Enyeart. I teach at the high school." He smiled, though was a bit uncomfortable with how hot it was. He was a new face in the town, only moving in a few months ago. Only surviving a few full moons. And succumbing to his wolf plenty of other times as well. After introducing himself, he realized that the reason he felt so warm was because he hadn't taken his coat off yet. Idiot, he thought to himself. [/style]

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seven twenty three
m u s e
awesome!
t a g
fawn wolf
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[FAWN ODETTE WOLF]

Fawn couldn't believe that she had done such a thing. She was normally more vigilant. She had to be if she lived alone. You never knew what would be coming your way next. Especially since she lived so far from the neighborhoods. She liked to be far away from others. It helped her think and was easier for her to raise her two animals. Gasmask, her stallion and Unique, her Border Collie. So with that combination, she had to keep an eye on them. Unique might herd Gasmask somewhere Fawn didn't want. Or worse. But this was by far the most embarrassing thing she has done in years. Sure, if she knew him it wouldn't be that bad, but she had never even seen him in Blackwood. So, that made it even worse. He stood up and looked about ready to kill almost. And did she hear him growl before? She didn't know, but that could have been her imagination. Seeing as how over-reactive it was. Then the man seemed to relax and even gave her a smile." It's alright, ma'am." He said and she instantly relaxed, giving him one of her own stunning smiles. Many people said she had an unnatural beauty. They told her there was no way someone that was human could be so...stunning. But, she just ignored them. She just lived with what her parents gave her. She didn't flaunt like most girls. Hell, she tried to cover it up as much as possible without looking outright terrible.

With her smile breaking the ice in her own body, her blue eyes glanced at his book and instantly regretted grabbing the child's book. He was reading something a lot more...educated that hers. Yes, she was smart. Almost genius level, but here she was caught reading a childhood book. That didn't sit right with her. Now what did he think of her? She honestly didn't want to know and held the book behind her back, trying to make it look like she was simply performing a habit of placing her arm behind her back when meeting someone. She just hoped she pulled it off without a cinch. "Well, we might as well go on to meetin' each other, right? I'm Dr. Gregory Enyeart. I teach at the high school." He spoke again and Fawn averted her attention back to him completely. A high-school teacher, eh? She remembered those days. Fighting in the cafeteria, cursing the teachers, flinging paper at the back of the heads of the teachers, causing as much trouble as possible without getting caught. Those were the days.

" I'm Fawn Wolf. I work at Cafe Rouge and I know, my name's a bit odd. I think it is too." She said, blushing a bit more and then opening her lips again, " My mother gave me that name and told me to remember I wasn't just one thing. Predator or Prey. She told me to remember that I was both, predator and prey. " She said and immediately felt stupid. Why did she tell him that? He probably did not want to know anything that in-depth about her and she closed her eyes at the thought. She sighed and shook her head, a smile forming when she finished and settled her eyes back on him. " Nice to meet you, Gregory. " She said, finally taking his hand when she realized he was holding it out to be shaken. She then pulled back and glanced at her book, smiling and turning to him. " I know, not a very good choice. It's just I like the book, always have and the myth of the werewolf intrigues me. Always has. " She said, and it did. Every since she was a child, werewolves were magical to her. She studied them for a long time, even went to Europe to study them at their roots. Watched a million movies and even talked to 'eyewitnesses' of werewolf sightings. Yes, she was a bit of a nut when it came to them, even had a few drawings. And as for them in general, she understood the half human, half wolf version, but she preferred the full wolf version. Made them even stealthier and less as menacing. She was never afraid of them in the stories or movies. But she just knew, if they were real, she would be terrified.

Sighing, she pushed the thoughts of werewolves aside and smiled up at him. " But of course, everyone knows they are just fictional. " She said and moved to the staircase, turning back to Gregory. " Would you like to do something with me? I don't have much to do today and it'd be nice to have company. " She said, turning and leaning against the railing.

[DR. GREGORY ENYEART]

[cs=2] dr. gregory derreck enyeart

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][atrb=width,500px,true] [style=background-color: #a2b696; margin: 10px; padding: 5px; border-radius: 5px; font: 11px Tahoma; color: #484e29; text-align: justify;]Neither of them handled the situation with the finesse of someone who had more social tact, but there was something forgiving in both their personalities. Gregory saw that she tucked the book behind her, but didn't say a think for fear that she had caught the small struggle he had to keep his humanity. He had just about gone wolf on her. He regarded her with a touch of caution, a walking on eggshells feeling that came about simply because he was a werewolf. That meant that he could just slip into being a predator again. His wolf was submissive and rather fearful. The library was a closed space, no open doors. When a big, hungry, wild animal is trapped in a cage full of meat, he makes a mess. But Greg had gotten himself under control. And for that, he was proud of himself. Finally calmed down completely and as human as he could get, he saw how slim and tall Fawn was. She had dark hair and blue eyes, a combination that he found attractive. Looking Fawn in the eyes wasn't an automatic process. It required effort. He averted his gaze again, the smallest sign of submission. Her introduction was a bit more involved than his was, but he rather enjoyed it. Greg liked the peek into her home life growing up. He missed being a parent. His heart was not ready to forgive himself for leaving his wife and children. He hadn't finished loving them when he imposed his self-exile. Staying was something he considered briefly. After seeing the damage he could do, if he were to do the same to Julie or, god forbid, Becky and the twins, then he would never be able to live past that. Moving to Blackwood was the sane choice for him. Surely, if they knew his circumstances, they would understand. When she fully explained her mother's intentions with naming her, he wanted to agree, but felt that he couldn't, given what he was. How could he explain his feelings about it without revealing the ugly truth that he was a monster? He wasn't even a monster just on the full moon nights. Sometimes, he slipped into being a wolf. It could be said that he underwent the painful transformation to escape the guilt he felt as a human. He was jumpy and he knew that he should have more control for how long he'd been a werewolf. Something held him back. It could be his personality. There's a reason why you don't turn rabbits into wolves. She held her book out. Subject change. Good. Then, she started talking about werewolves. Okay, the subject might have changed for Fawn, but it hadn't for Gregory. He had wolves on the mind. He was one. He was itching to run away. He felt cornered. What if she knew? Had she heard his growl and pieced together what he was by how long it took him to recover after she sat on him? As she spoke, he stood, nodding his head, and indicating that he was listening to her. "I know, not a very good choice. It's just I like the book, always have and the myth of the werewolf intrigues me. Always has." He finally spoke to reply to her. She had seemed embarrassed for her choice in literature. He didn't think that she should be. "Actually," Gregory said, with a bright expression in his green eyes. "Little Red Riding Hood and other fairytales like it have been thoroughly discussed. There's an obvious warning about not talking to strangers." The teacher paused before smiling and adding, in jest, "Though nothing about sitting on strangers." He chucked good-naturedly before continuing. "Some scholars interpret the story as a symbol of puberty. Others as a myth about the cycles of day and night." This was Dr. Enyeart's realm. Talking about literature. He added, as if a second thought. "I have a doctorate in English." It was more of an excuse, really, because of the fact that he had let the subject get away from him. "But yes. Werewolves." He ruminated on what he should say about them. He himself was a werewolf. He would have his body morph painfully, a process that turned him from man to beast, one that made him into a monster. "They are rather prevalent in literature and other media. Very interesting creatures, to be certain. Though, one must consider that the werewolf itself can be interpreted as a symbol of the conflict between nature and man." His voice was thoughtful, the hint of a drawl in his clipped academic language. Ha, speak for yourself. Her remark about her favorite works being the werewolves that turn into wolves themselves made him beam. That was how being a werewolf worked. "Would you like to do something with me? I don't have much to do today and it'd be nice to have company?" The invitation was tempting, but he had his misgivings about it. However, her fangirliness over the lycanthropes did put him at ease. He felt that if an accident happened, then perhaps she'd be able to forgive for whatever he did as a wolf. Unless, of course, he killed her. "Well, alrighty then," he said. She coaxed him with the graceful way she leaned against the railing. He was hungry to escape all of this werewolf business anyways. He went to put his book away quickly and rejoined Fawn. On the way back from dropping his book off, he held a urgent prayer in his head. Please don't kill her. Oh god, please don't let this day end with her blood all over me. [/style]

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nine thirty eight
m u s e
excellent
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they are gonna be such good friends <3 also, i fancied up greg's posts.[/div][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

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[FAWN ODETTE WOLF]

A small chuckle came from her lips when he spoke of speaking or rather, in Fawn's case, sitting, on strangers. He had a funny bone in his body. Good, she liked people that had a sense of humor. But, there was a time where she drew the line. Ones that had a sick sense of humor, were not her forte. She shunned them. But that was not her concern now. It was listening to Dr. Enyeart. She smiled, shaking her head slightly but unnoticeable when he gave his interpretation of the books and the subject of werewolves. He was right too, now that she thought on his words. In a way, what he said was true. Yes, the story of Little Red Riding Hood going out on her own on her first time to give her Grandmother some food while she was sick and then there was the Big Bad Wolf. He posed as the stranger. He tried to thwart Red so many times, but she refused and then he finally got what he wanted in the end, or did he? It depended on how you looked at it.

Then there were the werewolves. The struggle between man and nature. It made a little sense to her. Perhaps it was a bit hard for her to understand because she was so close to nature and didn't see any problems other than trying to communicate with nature and its wild animals. She wasn't sure, but either way, she nodded to him. Then she had popped the question and she was a bit apprehensive to wait for his answer. He seemed to hesitate but he soon accepted and Fawn smiled, watching him move to put his book away.

If Fawn wasn't mistaken, he was bit nervous about going with her. She furrowed her fine brows as she watched him put his book away. She wasn't quite sure she could put her finger on it, but he seemed worried about something. Was it that he thought she would do something to him? As if, he could easily over-power her. Maybe he thought she was weird or nuts for asking a complete stranger to spend the day with her? Then why did he accept? That surely didn't make sense. Then again, nothing about this meeting did. It was completely unconstitutional. Totally out of the books. She smiled at the thought and once he joined her, she moved into a swift descent down the stairs. Not even stepping on the first or last step. Something she did often without even thinking.

She turned to see if he was coming and then continued out of the library and to her black BMW that was waiting quietly and patiently in the parking lot. She stopped at the door and looked up to the nearby woods and smiled, unlocking her car and looking to him. " You do photography? " She asked, opening the door and leaning against the smooth black cocoon of the car, her eyes slightly narrowed from the beaming sun.

[DR. GREGORY ENYEART]

[cs=2] dr. gregory derreck enyeart

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][atrb=width,500px,true] [style=background-color: #a2b696; margin: 10px; padding: 5px; border-radius: 5px; font: 11px Tahoma; color: #484e29; text-align: justify;] Gregory followed the younger woman. He felt a touch more confident than he did before—mostly because he had constructed a plan. Though, anxiety still flurried his hands and made him jumpy. His green eyes were focused on her booted feet, measuring her steps. The doctor had a submissive air about him. His wolf gave him that aspect. He figured that if he let himself pretend that she was higher ranked than he was, then the both of them could survive this day. His two halves, wolf and human, weren't completely reconciled, but for this moment, he chose to work with his instincts, trick himself into behaving the way he wanted. Fawn led the way out of the library. The cool air refreshed Gregory, who hadn't taken his coat off in the library. The change in temperature was welcome. His moist forehead had already started to dry in the winter air. The woods was outside. Pretty much everything was outside. Suddenly, he remembered why he had retreated into the library in the first place. It felt like everything was shouting at him. It was a bright, buzzing confusion. The cars zoomed by. Their exhaust stung his nose. His ears caught conversations and birdsong. It was like every single one of his senses were lit up, working too hard all at once. Overstimulation. Gregory swore that he could feel the outside seeping into him, trying to pull the gray and brown wolf out of his skin and into the open. No, I can't let that happen. Stick to your plan, he told himself. His eyes kept their focus on Fawn's boots. They were his anchor. They also served to keep his gaze cast downward and his head lower than hers. Lupine body language that meant that he would follow her and submit. Her car was a black one. Gregory had walked to the library himself. And he hadn't been inside a car often. It made him feel trapped. Especially when someone else was in the car with him. Suddenly, he regretted coming with Fawn. He regretted being so polite. He should have chased her away. He should have pushed her across the room, into a bookshelf, and run away. But why didn't I? He let his eyes climb up her legs, over her rump, into the small of her back, and into the back of her head as she unlocked her car. Her appearance was interesting to him. His own Julie was a blonde haired woman with a short, round face and a constant smile; lovely, but domestic. However, there was something exotic about Fawn's appearance. She turned her head, which caused him to snap his eyes back to her boots. "You do photography?" That made Dr. Enyeart look back up at her, a bit of disbelief. "How'd you know?" Then, he realized that she probably asked because she did it and wondered if he would care to accompany her to a good place to take photographs. Or possibly to show him pictures she had taken herself. Awkwardly, he tried to edit his response. "I mean, uh, shucks," he gave a nervous chuckle. "Well, uh, yeah, I do." He slid into the passenger's side of her black BMW. This time, he unzipped his jacket as he waited for her to enter into the driver's side. He opened it and hung it low from his shoulders. Underneath, he wore a blue button-down shirt with stripes. It was crumpled and slightly dirty. He hadn't gotten the chance to wash his clothing. Last night was spent as a wolf. He could remember the fresh way the world was. It felt right. He was flying through the fields. Gregory could remember some snatches. Pictures that came in his head like dreams. Something that he remembered was a place where the naked branches of the trees made tall silhouettes against the winter sky. He remembered patches of green, where brave plants poked through. Perfect picture opportunity in his head. Without thinking, he blurted out: "I know a place we can take pictures." He didn't have his camera with him, but what he enjoyed about photography was the moments that were captured, not the capturing itself. [/style]

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six ninety three
m u s e
excellent
t a g
fawn wolf
n o t e s
we can make a new thread soon?[/div][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

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[FAWN ODETTE WOLF]

Fawn watched as he seemed to collect himself. His 'ums' and 'uhs' was clear enough for that aspect, but Fawn didn't bother asking him if there was something wrong. He was just one of those goof-balls that everyone loved to have as a friend. They made life easier, thanks to a good laugh and they were just so aloof, it was relaxing. She smiled when he finally got his words out and disappeared into the passenger seat of the car. Yes, Gregory was very interesting. He peeked her curiosity and something about him made her adrenaline pump, like something her body knew, but her mind didn't. She began to silently wonder what that fact was. But, that would come later, when he decided to tell her everything about him.

Shaking her head, Fawn moved down into the driver's seat, removing her own jacket and starting the vehicle and motioning to the radio. " Radio's yours. I'm partial to anything. " She said, giving him another one of her smiles before she placed the car in reverse and moved onto the main street. So, he knew of a place they could take pictures. Perfect. And it just so happened she brought her other camera. It wasn't the best, but a good photographer could make it work with a bit of fiddling, she just didn't like to mess with it. " So, what is this place you speak of? " She asked, stopping at one of the only red-lights in town and looked at him as she reached back into the back seat and grasped both cameras and handing them to him.

Once the cameras were in his lap and the location given, Fawn moved the from the now green-light and moved on down the road. She kept a normal speed as she made her way towards the destination. She hadn't been in Blackwood long but she knew every nook and cranny almost. She could lead you to every known location if you were passing through, which seemed to be rare. What, was Blackwood not on a map or something? It sure seemed like it. It was by miracle she found it herself. And she already loved it and the location that Gregory explained sounded quite beautiful.

[DR. GREGORY ENYEART]

[cs=2] dr. gregory derreck enyeart

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][atrb=width,500px,true] [style=background-color: #a2b696; margin: 10px; padding: 5px; border-radius: 5px; font: 11px Tahoma; color: #484e29; text-align: justify;] Gregory shifted in the passenger's seat as she placed two cameras on his lap. His eyes looked at them. They weren't super-high-end things, but would do the job. He didn't pay attention to brand names anyways. He got cameras that could take pictures that were high resolution and clear. That was his only requirement, really. Looking at what Fawn had placed on his lap, he guessed that she lived under a similar ideal. She seemed just as easy-going as he was. Gregory tried to go with the flow of life as often as he could. He had calmed himself quite considerably, but cars usually had his blood pressure rising, sweat on his brow, and just being jumpier than usual. They made him nervous because it could be another incident of a scared wolf with no escape and that could end up really badly. He fondled the cameras on his lap, hands touching them up, mostly because he wanted something to do with his hands. The teacher glanced at Fawn. She was the leader in this situation. He yielded, instincts telling him that he was submissive to her at this moment. Dominance and submission were fluid things. Nobody is dominant every day of their lives and in every moment, but neither are they always submissive. It should be a red flag, that Gregory softly submitted to a human that he could so easily rip apart if he wanted to. But he didn't. Everything happened naturally with his wolf instincts. That was what he hated. Still, he wanted something to do with his hands. They kept his focus up, kept him clued into life as a man. As if Fawn sensed his need, she offered something to do. "Radio's yours, I'm partial to anything." It made Gregory sit straight, snap out of the mindset that he was sinking into. He grabbed onto that lifesaver with dear life, not wanting to drown in the roar of instincts he had yet to master. A curt nod and he was leaned forward, his finger rolling through the stations, an ear trained toward something, anything that could cement his humanity. Every moment was like a struggle for this new werewolf because he didn't really want to be a monster. He flicked through stations, songs switching quickly. It was easy for his keener senses to weed through the noises. Through the noise, he found something that he liked. Dolly Parton. Now, you can't go wrong with Dolly. Her characteristic voice sang a song that most people attributed to Whitney Houston. Their versions were different; Dolly's version was more low-key. He ended up stopping it on the perfect moment. Dolly sang out "I-eeee-i will alwaaaays love yooooouuuu." "See, she sang that as her sign-off from the Porter Wagoner show," Gregory explained with a nod. With that explanation, the lyrics made sense and the song became really sweet. Music put him in a good mood. He played guitar himself, country guitar, because he liked the way it was played. "So, what is this place you speak of?" Oh, the place. Now, that wasn't an easy question, not really. Gregory wasn't exactly human the last time he had seen it. The memories in his head were merely pictures, snapshots. He shut his eyes in a greater effort to recall what he did the last time he became a wolf. He remembered jumping over a log, but couldn't recall any roadsigns. He tried to think of landmarks. Suddenly, he remembered something chilling. He had seen and smelled the horses when he was a wolf. But he hadn't been hungry then, mostly because he had just eaten some prey from a pack kill. Okay, think more, Greg. He saw the place again. It was near his pack's head-quarters. Not exactly close, but in the forest, walking distance from the clearing. He felt uncomfortable telling her where to go, but, then again, he could lie about knowing what it was if she did happen to stumble upon it. "You turn on this road, then go down some more, make a left, head toward the woods. It's on that end of the woods." It was better to put on appearances. Keep friendly. Have a person like him. Because he missed interacting with actual humans. [/style]

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