Softly biting my tongue, I kept myself from lying to him
another
time. Ignoring the urge to let him think I only identified as
Helene Duskpaw
when I do not.
While I am
proud
of my actual name and existence, for a short moment I had the impulse not to grant it to him. To any person who smelled like Kyrie had
rolled around in wolf form
with them... playfully or...
otherwise
.
As well as a
contradictory desire
to snap and
claim things
I shouldn’t.
"I go by Citra."
I managed to say with
some composure
, though I have a feeling I’m
scowling
like I ate one of those terrible ’lemons’ whole. Because these ’feelings’... are werewolf biology and the meddling of the Lunar Goddess.
After I answered, he began to climb up the slope with
lithe
ease... more than his upper body bulk implied would be possible. The blonde man stopped a respectful enough distance away - close enough for conversation, far enough not to be
overtly threatening
.
> We both know how quickly that distance could be closed if necessary. And I’m not doing a good job of seeming unagitated. He is either very self assured or- Did he see me? But it’s really just because I know you were watching out, Vrika. And well, I guess some small trust because Mother’s Intuition has not been pestering me since he got here. I of course had no idea at the time if that spot might be quite important to her. Or if not ’backing down’ in front of one of the others there had a higher value than a stranger charging their phone... The more he stands close here, the more I am calming down about her scent being faintly there. Is it only because he seems like an upstanding person? I haven’t been in any sort of balance this whole time. Just on the back foot, trying not to make the situation even worse and clearly failing. My reaction just now... was not a very smart, controlled Princess move... <
"Enjoy your morning, Citra. Oh, and whatever is happening between you and our Alpha... I hope you know what you’re doing. For both your sakes."
Before I could collect myself and form a response, he was already moving away to resume the rest of his day. Watching him take an almost straight line to the
white tower
in the distance, I
grumble to no one
when he is out of the park.
"Kept saying ’our’, ’our’ at the end there when mentioning her. What was that about... so annoying."