It's just our nature

Strelein von Rosnete · 03-28-2010, 04:40 PM

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It had been quite a long time since the redhead has seen one of his good friends, and he figured it was high time for him to see where she lived. Mati had visited his home several times to finish of the mural in his room, which he would've framed to make it last forever if it were not all around the room, but he had yet to come visit her at her home. So, a random measuring tape jammed into his vest pocket, the redhead made his way to the Dreamer territory, knowing the direction only from what Mati had told him. It was not hard, though the Marquis was very careful to be alert over the entire course of the trip. Neutral he may be, but the belligerent sides of the war would probably not care much until after he was bleeding on the ground. At least no one dared to attack him there.

Strelein had arrived at the lack that Mati told him about, though he felt as though he had cut through a part of the Crimson Dreams land to do so. Hopefully they would not take his trespassing to heart when he explained his purpose there. At least the two packs were close enough to one another that it should not have been a problem to identify him. Wandering around the perimeter northward, the Miracles man tried to find the manor. Naturally, he found Mati near the shores of the lake and he was glad. Lord knew he would take forever to find it even if he was going to search the entire northeastern section of the territory. After a bit, they ended up at the manor, where Mati Church kept her art studio.

Strel strolled through the entire room, gazing at all the paintings everywhere, shifting through them all without caring if the Church woman wanted him to see them or not. Every now and then, he gave off a whistle of wonder at the thing that was on the canvas. There were several that were similar, the subject of them the same person. The more of them that he saw, the more confused his brain got. Was this is her sister or a really good friend? Jabbing a finger at one of them, he turned toward the purple-eyed female. "Hey Mati? Who is this?" He nudged his muzzle in the direction of one of the particular paintings he was looking at. "There are a bunch of paintings of her. Is she your sister?" he inquired curiously, rather innocently since he did not know what the meaning here really was.

Mati Church · 03-29-2010, 03:55 PM

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thanks for starting :]

The Church woman had found herself at the lake early in the day, her mind pouring over most of the recent happenings in the pack and her life. Many things had happened, and each affected her differently. Savina had given birth to her second litter of pups, and for the Nanny it meant a big change. The near future would be busy, once the three youths got their paws beneath them and began to really explore. They were healthy, beautiful and a joyous addition to the pack. It might be hard to think of another thing that was as joyous and moving, but for Mati it was an easy task. Her relationship with the novice healer of the pack had changed her, not just her future but every aspect. It changed who she was, so moving that her heart seemed to beat to a different rhythm entirely now. She sought the solitude and quiet of the lake side with the hopes of settle the confusions that were brought forth. At times Mati would start to question, and her mind would take hold of every and any negative notion and run away from her. It was all still so new, and thus she was still processing and digesting the idea, let alone the overwhelming feelings.

The interruption came at a perfect time, for the female was growing a bit frustrated with herself. Unable to simply let all worries fall away, her thoughts turned to a reel that continuously rotated again and again. The Cours male was a a sight that Mati gleefully welcomed, and the two quickly fell into conversation, as was so easy for them. The talking got them walking and soon enough Mati was showing him everything that Crimson Dreams had to offer. The large house was something that Mati was quite excited to show off, and they roamed until it was her room that they came to. She watched as he looked over the very many things that she owned there, all the paintings, all the different supplies and the papers.

She was slightly nervous as he lingered on the painting she had done for Cambria. It sat on her desk, the obvious center piece of the large table. The focal point had yet to see the painting, and Mati feared that she wouldn't like it, delaying the reveal. But his question broke her daze. Blinking Mati answered. Oh, no." The words were said with haste, and Mati found her first ever situation that might shine light on the two girls relationship. The sketches were numerous, and if she was hoping to hide her attraction Mati had done a poor job. "That's Cambria Marino." she explained, walking towards him. "She's my... friend." To say girlfriend was very much foreign to the wolf, and she wouldn't have understood what it really meant. But she didn't know what else to call her, though her face gave away the fact that their friendship was a special one, and Mati could feel her heart beat heavily in her chest.

Strelein von Rosnete · 03-29-2010, 04:33 PM

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fast reply for yah <3

The redhead let a finger hover over the strange layered surface of the painting, afraid to touch it in case it were still wet. It was something that he would never be able to do, having learned fast that anything with real shading and coloring inside the lines was where his skill drew the line. He was not complaining, oh no, he was just marveling at what Mati could do, as he was in the habit of doing since she started painting his room. There was something about how painting worked that was so admirable. So much emotion seemed to go into some of these pieces, though sometimes it seemed as though it was just hovering under the surface of the acrylics.

Mati hesitated when she answered and Strel knew that there was significantly more to it than what the woman told him. He let it drop for the moment, wondering if it was a delicate subject for the Church woman to face. Strel moved from the painting slightly unwillingly, namely because he wanted to press his friend about this Cambria girl more. The way it sounded to him was that Cambria and Mati either had fought recently and now were struggling to figure out what was going on in their friendship. Or it could have been that the friendship they were heading towards was not even something friendship could describe. Yet, the redhead did not think it appropriate of him to press further if her tone had been like that.

But since when was Strel a master at being tactful?

He turned, leaning against the table on his palms as he crossed one leg over the other. He had a smirk on his face, shifting his own lavender eyes at Mati's similar toned ones. "Cambria, huh? She looks cute," he started, the look never leaving his features. "Wonder if she'll be interested in me?" he asked innocently, batting eyelashes at Mati. "Is she single?" Strel was not at all romantically interested in the woman in the paintings, but maybe it was an easier way to let his friend tell him why she hesitated. Besides, Strel was not going to take it to heart; he did not judge.

Mati Church · 03-29-2010, 06:51 PM

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lovvvvve Strel!!

Her gaze did not linger on the painting; the brightly colored sea foam eyes would draw her in as they always did. Even the artificial hue had an effect over her, simply knowing that the color belonged to the other female and no one else. There was no shame in her emotions, no reason for her to feel as such. When it came to a one female liking another Mati was experienced, her mothers raising her in the very situation. But, that was them and this was she and Cambi. There were more differences then similarities by far.

Though she seemed hesitant, a smile crept to her face while a warm feeling blossomed in her chest at the sound of Cambi’s name and the sweet syllables on her own tongue. She would smile sometimes, just randomly when she was alone or with another when she thought of that day the two had stood in the wilderness of the Dreaming lands.

The Dreamer watched as Strel leaned against the table, a particular look on his face. She wandered what he thought, and desired to know it as well. The smile was muffled as much as she could possible hide it, and when he spoke she listened intensely. At the compliment towards the Marino girl Mati could not longer restrain her grin. Yeah, she certainly is Mati thought. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, but then at the continuation of his speech everything changed.

She frowned.

Eyes looked away for a single second and then locked onto the lavender of her friend. Mati questioned it herself. No, she didn’t think that Cambria would be interested in Strel. The thought that she would be, and would like his red mane and softer hued eyes right along with his charm and talent with fabrics made her butterflies turn to knots. “No.” Mati spoke instantly, not knowing exactly how she could jump to say so but it felt right as she did.

Was Cambi noncommittal? If Mati knew anything about the Marino woman it was that she was committed to the things she did. One of her word. Was she committed to Mati? There was no one else that Cambi’s heart beat for, she had said it herself. Her chin lifted slightly, eyes level with his. She had never told anyone, and had not even spoke to Cambi about what level they resided on but if it would keep him from thinking that she was free game the Church woman would say exactly what she felt and believed even if it didn’t hold any hard evidence.

“She’s with me.” But the confidence waned and the tall female ended with, “I think.”

Strelein von Rosnete · 03-30-2010, 01:43 AM

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told you i'd reply when I got home :|

The redhead was not the kind of male to simply be ignorant of what was going on, but he could be pretty daft when it came to recognizing some things. Yet, Mati's reactions were simply too hard to ignore and misinterpret that even this guy could tell what was racing through her mind. She clearly did not like the thought of that girl being attracted in that sense to him, despite his man pretty qualities. That and his delightfully charming, witty, and charismatic attitude that had to leave many gasping. The Marquis mental image of himself was astoundingly disturbing sometimes, since occasionally he managed to pour sparkles all over it and call himself a magical gift, but normally that was when drunk or simply a little slap happy. If it were the right moment, a look of pure stupidity and airheadness would have crossed the male's mind. Thankfully, he managed to keep some degree of saneness about him.

Strel laughed at her reply, rather out of character for the moment, as he took in her look and her words - well, word - at once. His smile did not say that he was remotely upset over Cambria most likely not getting into the redhead. As if he actually minded. As his hysteria faded away, he looked his good friend in the eye again, no seriousness present still. "Oh, what a pity," he said, suddenly looking down to examine his nails a bit. His tone suggested that it was most definitely not a pity. A bored expression had crossed his features as his focus returned to Mati. "Don't worry, I'd never take her from you," he assured her, wondering if Mati knew about him. "I couldn't possibly force myself do something like that," he added, disgust evident in his expression.

The Marquis let his face shift into deadpan seriousness, standing upright with arms crossed over his chest. "Have you done it yet?" Of course Strel had no idea how women had sex together, though he figured it would probably just involve a whole lot of groping and touching. Then, shaking his hands as he changed his mind, he corrected, "No, no, actually, have you two, like, kissed?" The redheaad turned to look back at the painting, at those alluring sea foam eyes. "What's it like? Being attracted to a girl?"

Mati Church · 03-30-2010, 10:37 AM

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It didn’t feel bad to say it, though only a small part had wondered if it would, a small meek voice of cowardliness. But there was nothing that told Mati was it was wrong to think it, to want and wish that it be true, and to speak it. Her friend's expression and reaction was something that baffled Mati, and she had to look at him hard and long to figure out what was going on. At first she was confused, he had just said that Cambria was cute, had asked if she would ever be interested in him and now he looked indifferent… not more like disgusted at the thought.

Instantly Mati went to the defensive. As much it pleased her to think that Strel wouldn’t take Cambi from her, or try such a thing, He would be wise not to speak of the Marino woman with a look of revulsion on his face. Her face was a bit stoic, unmoving as she tried to process everything that he was saying. In the end concluded that it was a, “Good.” thing. Her voice was slow and the words drawn out a bit as her face became a bit softer, now figuring who would likely win in a fight over the little female. She was confident that she could take the male if it ever came to that.

There was a slight change in the air, and Mati waited with a new tension in her stance. He questioned seemed pure business, and some sort of business he was certainly speaking of. She didn’t know what to say, a bit take a back by the forwardness of his question. She hadn't seen this side of him, and the two had never talk about… that Mati was relieved when he began to correct himself, being a bit more specific. The female took a breath that she didn’t know she was holding, and answered with a small smile. “Yeah, we have.” He seemed so weirded out by the whole idea, and Mati soon felt a bit embarrassed. He must think them strange, stubbornly she figured that he could think what he liked.

Then, his next question came, changing everything. “I don’t know…” She thought aloud, she just simply was. But she found that it was Cambria that was the one she was drawn to, not females in general. At least she didn’t think so. Then, the pieces all fell together and Mati spoke with a bit of surprise in her voice. “Wait, you aren’t?” Eyes looked at his face, having never thought about the other extreme Mati still didn’t want to put that label on him but the idea that maybe there was someone beyond her family that she could talk to about all of this was already bringing her a bit of relief.

Strelein von Rosnete · 03-30-2010, 04:08 PM

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If Strel noticed the way that Mati seemed to tense up because of the things he had said, he made no note of it nor did he bring it to the other woman's attention that he was aware of it. If she wanted to fight him, he saw no reason for it, and he knew he could correct her ideas before she went at him. The Marquis had absolutely no doubt in his mind that the Church woman could probably have knocked him out the window if she got some passionate momentum defending Cambria. It was not like he would have defended himself against something like that, not if he actually deserved a sound beating.

A natural smile replaced the smug one that had been adorning his features before. Strel looked down at the floor, noticing all the colored drops that were splattered there, as Mati had once told him; she did not bother with the floor cloth to keep the thing clean. Well, it did add a sort of eclectic artistic air to the room. From what he had heard so far, guessing as he was, Strel assumed that the two of them, Mati and Cambria, were newly in a relationship. His friend was lightly walking on a surface she did not recognize; the hesitation and the softness explained it all, or so the redhead hoped it did. Well, it did in his head.

If the Miracles male had been jokingly serious before, he was serious now, albeit not absolutely serious. "Oh, please," he said, rather derisively for a few simple words. "Mati, I'm sure I would have hit on you with those kinds of intentions by now if I did," he said blatantly, a strange look on his face. Sometimes he did wonder who he would have been attracted to if women were included on that list. "You... thought I did?" The idea of it was funny, as though he had simply liked men for far too long that the opposite was an entertaining concept, albeit unrealistic. "Mati, Mati, Mati. I told you, I wouldn't dream of stealing her from you. I suppose now you know why. Well, aside from it would be an absolutely evil thing to do to you."

Mati Church · 03-30-2010, 05:21 PM

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lol, Mati is so naive

All of this was new to the woman. She knew what it was to like someone, having been close to Ares, and she would even go so far to say that she enjoyed Silas' company very much as well. Relationships were something she had seen split up her family, once they fell apart it was like entire lives changed. Of course not everyone did, for Ares had left and here she still stood whole. But her mothers were something that she could just let go, their falling out and then Naniko's drug abuse had place something in her mind and she had yet to have that key moment where she could realize that her life was not an extension of there. She still lived where she had been born, and the connection had yet to be completely severed.

Mati had never met any male that didn't like females, in that way. Well, maybe she had and it just never came up. She didn't know if she and Strel would have talked about if he hadn't noticed her small shine like area of Cambria. Mati made a mental note to put a few of the things away or to scatter them around the room to make it less suspicious. But he spoke, reassuring her that there was nothing about woman in general that he found attractive. She cocked her head as he spoke, thinking about it and sort of putting all the other clues together. "No, I didn't know" she wore a small smile, the words a bit lighter then before. She had no idea until now that he wasn't strait as an arrow. She laughed lightly, "I had no idea actually, I just assumed that you liked females right with all the other guys."

When he explained that he would never try to steal the smaller Dreamer from her Mati smiled more sweetly and softly. She knew that she had jumped the gun, becoming protective of the other female and almost claiming her before she every really the right to do so in that way. "No, I know Strel. I've never felt so badly at the thought of someone I liked being with someone else, it kind of surprised me. You know I'm not usually that defensive." She was normally easy going, especially with the redhead. She paused, and the asked, How long have you known, that this is the way you are?" Mati just didn't know if it was a phase, or if this was who she was, completely unchanging.

Strelein von Rosnete · 03-31-2010, 01:27 AM

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sorry, I went out as I was about to reply xD AND I COULD HAVE BEEN PLAYING POKEMANS WHILE I POSTED THIS GOD. x3
ps. are there more than one chair in the room?

The Miracles man shrugged a little bit, moving to examine more of the paintings that were around the room. Now he stopped in front of more of them to carefully look at them and the way Mati painted. Small strokes, long ones, dotting. It was so interesting; it gave insight as to what the woman had been feeling at the time. Short strokes were more certain, he felt, and more energetic, while the longer ones were less certain and slower, careful. If he voiced his thoughts, he probably would have been wrong since he was not an expert in the least of what the Church woman did for a hobby. It would be like him telling Leroy he was hammering incorrectly and that he needed to adjust his grip on the hammer. It was out of his jurisdiction.

Thankfully, this conversation was entirely in his skill range, if one could even call it a skill or a talent. "Usually I do tell people, even if they don't want to know, but I guess it slipped my mind to warn you I might one day hit on the person you were hitting on. At least now you know I will not be hitting on that person, eh?" Strel chuckled a bit, taking a paintbrush into his hands and flipping it around his fingers as he passed by Mati to cross the room to see the other side.

Mati mentioned getting defensive over Cambria, and the redhead's mind began to drift a bit, wondering if someone would actually ever defend his "honor" like that one day. No. Lets not go there. Gotta be positive. Positive, he thought, twisting to grin at his friend with the paintbrush still spinning in between his fingers. Then, as she asked him that one particular question he never bothered to ask himself, he stopped moving the brush. Strel tapped it against his chin a bit as he looked up, thinking. "Oh, I don't really know. I may have unconsciously known since I was old enough to really 'like' someone." Now that he thought about it, he wondered when it really began. His awareness of liking men, that is. "I dunno, since early last year I suppose? I think it was... ah... a sudden realization?" Smirking, he set down the brush, wondering if she would press him for the moment that made him realize he preferred dicks. "What about you? When did you realize you liked Cambria, or women even? How do you feel in joining our glorious ranks?" Strel chuckled, taking a seat on a chair, leaning forward on his elbows expectantly.

Mati Church · 03-31-2010, 03:52 PM

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<3

Strel wandered around the room, no doubt getting a bit distracted by all the things that lived within it. There were pictures everywhere, many she had done herself and others that she had found. Paintings of everything, scenes from this word, others from her imagination, and then one or two that could not be recognized from any world. She did not find his drifting unusual, for any that stepped inside seemed to get lost in all the art.

She smiled at his words, “Yeah, that’s a good thing.” and it was. Though she was sure that he would never really encroach on someone that she openly liked. And the fact that he did not tell her was no true issue for the Dreamer, it was quite a personal thing to tell another and Mati wouldn’t have ever asked unless he brought it up like he had now. But, she appreciated his honesty now, and found relief in having someone to talk to about it.

The brush handle could be heard against his chin, and Mati listened intently for the answer to her question. Was it like shifting? One day it just came over you and for the rest of your life you were different? It hadn’t really been that way for her, not like the violent change that her body had went through at the pull of the moon and at the turn of six months of age. She nodded, finding that like her it was something that came from the depths of her mind. Perhaps it always started with a question, wondering if there was something off or different then the rest.

At his question Mati smiled a little deeper and felt her cheek warm. “It just seemed to happen. I asked her to sit for a painting, and now I wonder if I just wanted an excuse to stare at her.” Mati paused, not knowing entirely what had gone through Cambria’s mind and how she knew or how she was drawn to her. Mati could only speak for herself. “I think its just her, but…” Mati thought for a moment, remembering something that had been tucked away in her mind. “I did get stoned with a woman, and I think we almost kissed.” she tried to remember, the pot and the repressed memory a bit hazy. “I guess it feels good.” She didn’t really know, all she knew was that she was different knowing Cambria in this perspective, and she alone made Mati feel that way.

Mati looked down, not sure how to ask it but wishing to know what his experience was. Her mothers had never faced any hardship of a certain fashion, at least she knew of and Mati was so not ready to tell Anu this secret to get advice and information from her. She wondered if Strel had seen it, “Has anyone thought you strange because of it?”

Strelein von Rosnete · 03-31-2010, 06:48 PM

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Strel listened as intently as he had earlier, though his look said he was only half listening. More of his brainpower was going toward comprehending Mati's words and the meaning behind them more than most other mental processes. Her entire situation was a bit heartwarming, the way the two had come together from what the Church woman had told him. The way that people seemed to just come together was such an amazing mystery to the redhead. Was that what destiny was? Fate? It seemed all too poetic. Was there such thing as soul mates or was it something that one unconsciously chose to feel?

"Aww, Mati. You are so adorable," he said, resting his face on the palm of one of his hands while ignoring his elbow jabbing into his thigh. "How did you meet her, you never did say." The Cours Marquis blinked at his friend, letting his lavender eyes bore into the woman. Strel thought that the circumstance around Mati's newfound relationship with another woman to be only important in that the Dreamers were happy with each other. This was a great situation; there turned out to be more to the two artists' relationship. They could talk about this now and maybe more deep themes. Somehow, despite knowing Rurik and Daisuke, this was a more important parallel for the redhead. It seemed that Mati wanted a real relationship with Cambria, while Rurik and Daisuke were not all about the emotional aspects, really. Why was it so easy for the women to get their emotional fill? Damn their hormones.

A frown appeared on his face as the topic forced him to think of less lighthearted matters. He leaned back, the chair creaking as he rested against it. "Definitely not to my face. At least, not yet." Strel let off a light laugh, wondering if anyone actually thought badly of him because of something so silly. "I would think more people would be offended by other things than by my not liking girls." The very idea of it was proposterous. It was not like not being straight was the very defining feature about the male. Sure, it was a part of his life, but there was so much more to him than a concept of sexuality. "Why? Has ... has anyone been bothering you because of it? Because if they are -" Growling slightly, he raised an arm and flexed it, showing off rather lame biceps.

Mati Church · 04-01-2010, 12:44 PM

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Big Grin

It was all a little fairytale like, without the dragons and the shining knight. Mati smiled at Strels words, wondering silently if he had ever fallen for someone in such a way. It was breathtaking, heart stopping and forever life changing. At his question Mati was unsure how in depth to go, beginning with the simple truth. "We were both born here, she's the daughter of our Commander." Mati had not thought it like that before, the words making it sound a little more intense. Savina was certainly the leader here, but Mati had never feared her like another alpha might instill fright in their members. But, at that moment Mati realized that yes, she was in a relationship with the daughter of the highest ranking member of the pack. She swallowed hard at the thought, a bit of pressure sinking onto her shoulders. To keep an worries from her face and thoughts Mati delved a bit deeper into what had brought she and Cambria together. "We never talked too much, until I cut my hand and she bandaged it. Shes learning to be a healer." Mati was proud at the fact that Cambi wanted to help others, and she certainly had a talent for focusing while others were panicked and was not scared at the sight of blood.

There was a bit of fear in her when it came to what others might think. It resided in her even when she willed it to leave, even when no one gave her a reason to hold it. She guessed it was a bit of an insecurity, but it was also a defense mechanism. She did not want Cambi to be hurt, not because of her. She felt a deep responsibility towards the other female, a need to protect and shield her from the outside world if it threatened her. No, Mati did not want to feel a wrath from those that did not understand who she was and why she liked who she might, but she felt it unbearable to live in a world where Cambi was being seen as strange or different. She was different of course, but only in the most positive and beautiful ways. Had her mother's felt negativity outside of their peaceful life, and kept it beyond their borders to safeguard the pups that they had raised together and keep it unknown to Mati and her siblings? She did not know, but Strel's experiences were easier to ask about. And she listened with down-cast eyes, hoping for the best in his answers.

She looked up when he had no terrible stories to tell. The Dreamer was relieved. "Oh no." she answered, "I think your the only one that knows," a small smile came with the explanation. "but I know no one here would bother us about it. I was just worried, about the rest of the world." She admitted. A small sigh came from her chest, "I'm really glad that I have you to talk to." Mati spoke with honesty and gratitude in her tone. There was no much that she wasn't read to tell her family about and he was so easy for her to speak to, the perfect practice for rest of those in her life.

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Anyone in a good friendship wanted to watch out for their friend, and Strel wanted to do something akin to checking out who Cambria was. He had to meet that girl, especially if she made Mati feel like this. Was it not his duty to go do that? What if she showed some kind of psychotic streak outside of the Church woman's presence? Then what? Naturally, he would have to hope to get a chance to meet her on her own and entirely by chance rather than having it be arranged by Mati. Or maybe the redhead was over exaggerating as always and just wanted to meet Cambria for the hell of it. But mostly for Mati's sake, of course.

"Then I'm honored, Mati. I do love being the first at something." Snickering lightly, he rose from his chair, once again turning to all the painting materials in the room. He fiddled with color tubes, wondering if Mati had been the one to find them or if they had been a gift for her. Speaking of gifts, the redhead was rather bad at remembering birthdays. He would need to ask his friend soon, especially since he was getting ideas for presents. "Mati, Mati, Mati. Don't tell me you worry about the rest of this forsaken world when you're with Miss Cambria. I would hate to hear that you have such worries if she makes you feel like that." The Marquis pivoted, tapping his chest over his heart a bit in demonstration. "All that matters is this, yeah? The world can bite their own ass if they think happiness has to conform." Strel's words were a bit more bitter than he had intended, but he let a smile shine to counter the roughness.

"You can talk to me about anything, Mati. I don't bite, really," he assured, chuckling lightly. "But I'm glad I can talk to you about something like this too. Everyone else I know sort of like me... well, lets just say I feel like they think with the thing in their pants more than the other key players in our bodies." He lightly tapped his chest again, though his other hand pointed toward his head. Strel was male, most definitely. He was like any guy; he thought about getting laid often enough, but he did not put priority on sex over love. Love was far, far, far harder to get.

Mati Church · 04-04-2010, 07:53 PM

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Strel meant something to Mati, and it was safe for her to say that he was one of her greatest friends. The two had a deep connection, and Mati always enjoyed spending time with him. She wondered how he liked the mural, now that he had spent more then just a few hours with it finished on his wall. Mati was certain that if she saw it there would be something that she saw that needed fixing, or something that could be added. Still Strel had said he liked it, and Mati found him compliment meaning more then when it was said my most.

If there were someone that Strel liked, as intensely as she liked Cambi, then Mati would want to meet him. She found it odd that she put the male pronoun to it, but that was who it would be and she thought the clarity of that knowledge to be very eye opening. Some things began to make all the more sense, how he acted, and the feminine-seeming gestures of his hands and the way he liked to make clothes. It was not all far fetched for a male to enjoy, but the sort of males that enjoyed the company of a female… perhaps. She was not exactly knowledgeable in stereotypes.

She smiled at his words, and sat as he got up to explore some more. Her legs had grown tired, and she looked at the painting as the male wandered. Cambria looked back at her, asking silently when she would be revealed to her rightful owner. But then she would have to give it up, the picture no longer living in her sunroom home. Mati would be without her, and she was not sure if she could stand the thought. Strel’s voice broke all concentration, and violet eyes looked up to meet the words.

”I just don’t want her to be hurt by anyone.” It was a very honest truth. Mati feared mainly for her friend, though a bit was reserved for her own esteem. But she smiled, her confidence boosted at his words. The Church woman did not know that he might have been in such a situation, not sensing any of the bitterness that he might have. She laughed again, his notion of males just as true as it would ever be. “There isn’t anyone? Or someone that you’ve loved in the past?” It was a hard question to answer, and she looked with soft eyes for what ever he wished to tell her.

Strelein von Rosnete · 04-04-2010, 11:31 PM

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That was something that the Marquis had heard before, though never from someone close to him, nor from his own lips. At least he could offer the woman the advice he thought would work best for her. It was not going to be to simply ease her feelings, since it was not something anyone would really want be told. No one wants to be told they really are close to powerless. "No one wants to get hurt. So, just try not to be the one to hurt her yourself? That is all you can really do, even if you are always by her side." the redhead offered quietly, wondering, hoping, that the two of them, Cambria and Mati, could be happy for as long as possible. That was something anyone wanted, be it for a friend or for oneself. In the end, what everyone wanted was happiness. It just varied how people got to that conclusion, if at all. "Even if someone hurts her, or you even, you will both have someone standing beside you no matter what."

But Mati's question struck him hard, despite that the redhead knew that it was most definitely coming after this entire conversation. Strelein had never really had someone like that. He had never found anyone, yet, that could make him feel and act the way that the Church woman was acting. He had his crushes like every other person on the planet, but they had not gone very far at all. They had been mostly superficial attractions and only one had actually gotten him far enough to say he had a relationship. Leroy had been his lover for a very short while before it fell apart, thankfully. The Marquis had not felt a real connection to that dog and he was not really someone who wanted a friend with benefits like that, because the husky had been more of a sex buddy than a lover. Lovers loved and there was no love there.

He wanted it. He did, but he was picky, and everyone else mildly tempting was not. That bitter look from before reappeared as he sent his gaze towards his friend. "Not really. No," he said plainly, his lavender orbs meeting her similarly colored ones. "There has been no one, not like this. You know how us guys are." Fingering his necklace, the redhead leaned against the table, all his weight on his supporting arm. "Besides, it actually is kind of hard to find someone for me. I'm picky you see." If only that were the only problem.

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His words rang true. Mati had already hurt her, and though she didn’t know entirely what was happening she still took the blame for all the pain that Cambria had felt when she had inadvertently rejected her. Mati took all the guilt to help build her loyalty and her commitment, though it was far from the foundation. Never again, she prayed. Never would she allow the other woman to feel that way again, by her fault or the fault of another. It was a secret pledge, one that Mati felt kept close to her heart and didn’t let any see. Not yet, for what they had was so new and what she felt was so intense that it would easily frighten away what had just been born. But what he said did have a heavy power over her, never really having that companionship in the past. Haven was the closest thing that Mati had ever had when it came to a best friend, but his life was no longer adjoined to hers. Both siblings had moved beyond such existences and found something deeper. “That’s nice to know.” She admitted, having yet to think of it like that.

Mati just didn't know what it was to give herself to someone. She knew the importance of it, she knew what it might feel like when she was in the presence of the Marino woman. But how it would be, what it might be like was a mystery to her. How it would feel with a stranger, or one that she didn't trust did not settle well with her. How guys could just do everything, everything that Mati's imagination could think of, without a second thought and without any emotion tie was an even greater mystery. But Strel seemed to find it almost nonchalant, something that was given and received at leisure. Maybe it could be like that too, Mati still didn't know. Strel made the comment that he was picky, and Mati smiled lightly. He seemed to indeed be the sort that needed to find everything that they were looking for. Mati simply believed one thing, and shared it with Strel, “I know I’m lucky, I know that much.” There was so many things that were unknown to her, and she was so naïve in so many ways. Yet that was one thing that she knew and believed whole heartedly.

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It was not that Strel was looking for something in particular. He just wanted to find someone who could make him feel that legendary spark. Someone who could make his heart pound like the way the hearts of all those lovestruck girls he had once talked to. Those girls' male counterparts had divulged something very similar, though it seemed like the kind of emotion that he wanted. The girls had felt something more weakening; the redhead wanted to keep his wits about him if he wanted to not get lost in his emotions. But he was definitely not above sharing them if he felt so inclined. Real men don't cry, but since when had the Duc ever followed conventional knowledge?

Letting off a light snicker, the redhead nudged her a bit as the smile on his face changed from gentle to more playful. "Yes you are lucky. Lucky that I am here to be that annoying friend." Of course he meant after he met Cambira. It felt like he really did need to check out exactly who Cambria was and what made Mati feel that way about her. Ah, to be in love. What a fancy. Strel almost lost himself in a daydream before he realized where he was and who he was standing before.

"So, tell me Mati, what are you going to do with another blank canvas?" Strel almost started strutting, eying his friend after every few steps back and forth. That cocky grin on his face betrayed his meaning. "And when is your birthday, my dear friend, Miss Church," he added, letting his tenor voice rise and fall in an attempt at elegance and eloquence. If it was hard for Mati to figure out his line of thought, it was harder for the redhead to figure out why one thought brought another to mind. It was an unconnected trail, but at least he was coherent despite the two not seeming remotely related.

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She didn’t think she had been looking, actively searching for what she had found. What she might have been looking for was not exactly who Cambria was. She had searched for it in Ares, wanting there to be more then just the friendship that was forged. If he hadn’t left, would there be something still there? Would she had been unable to see what Cambria offered her? She could have missed the opportunity all together, and the thought of it made her heart fall into her stomach. But she dismissed it, forgetting what could have been or what could go wrong. She needed to just let it happen. Mati laughed as he did, giving him a playful shove against his shoulder in return. Lucky was how she felt, and if she was so bold she could even say that her luck had led her to love. But then again she didn’t if she loved Cambria. Not yet, but she almost certain that she could. 

His next words drifted from their current conversation, but Mati didn’t mind at all. She had become a bit flustered by the topic of Cambria, and it was nice to think of something a bit less complicated.  Oh, I don’t know. She spoke with a small shrug,  Maybe something for myself, or a painting for my mother.. She had no ideas, all her current projects soaking up all of her creative muse. Eyes watched his face, wondering what the coy look was for.  Fall. She said, speaking the next question that came to her aloud,  Why? his interest in her date of birth was an odd one. Mati didn’t exactly celebrate such a day. She couldn’t remember anyone that really did. She picked up a stay pencil, fiddling it between her fingers and wondering what had made his thoughts roam as they did.

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Strel did not know how different people celebrated their birthdays. He himself did not know what to do, but expected greetings on his birthday and acknowledgment of the fact he had been alive for a while. In fact, now that he thought of it, he had missed his own birthday. He had turned three a week ago and it had completely escaped his thoughts. What an uneventful birthday. On his second, he had been wandering in Toronto, living up the night life in the city and trying to avoid the insane druggies. When he had turned one, Strel had been surrounded by his family and the pack he was born into. That was probably when he started to realize just how much he hated most of them. By the time that second one came around, the redhead had been beyond disillusioned and left soon after he hit that birthday.

Eying the canvases around him, the redhead kept his coy look on his face. "Can you paint me something? I figure I can trade you something for it." He did not mention his passed birthday, thinking it would be a kind of excuse. He did not want Mati to feel obligated for that kind of reason. Plus, she had already done so much work for him with the mural, which he absolutely loved to death. But he would love a small piece like the ones around the room for his studio, so he could look at it and feel inspiration. "And I wanted to know your birthday because I plan on surprising you with something. Though, I guess it's not exactly a surprise now," he confessed, shrugging.

To tell the truth, Strelein could not understand himself how his mind functioned, since it always seemed to jump from one thought to another completely unrelated one. "Plus, I kind of realized I had a birthday a week ago." There was no sadness with that comment, seeing as he believed Mati did not rigorously celebrate birthdays either.

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She didn’t follow a calendar, for such things had been what the human’s had used to tract their days. She looked to the moon, the changes of the season to show her the passing of time. The days would pass, they would come and go without numbers or names. It made catching her date of birth difficult, for Mati could only remember that it had been cool, and the leaves were red and yellow and brown. They were her earliest memories of the world beyond the soft stomach of her mother and the wet noses of her siblings. 

Mati watched as he looked at the canvases, wondering what it was that he thought of. When his voice rang Mati looked to the unfinished or blank fabrics. His offer was sweet, but she couldn’t honestly think of anything that he might have that she could want. She was simply happy to do something for him, as always. The mural of his room was a place of pride for Mati, and she had told more then one wolf that she had done so for him.  Did you have something in mind? She wondered. 

His next words surprised her, and she felt a small smile come to her face. She hadn’t thought that was the reason for his question, and looked away with a bit of embarrassment. He didn’t need to do that; though it was the thought that really moved her.  Really? She questioned, her gaze coming back to his and smiling.  You don’t need to do that. She said with pass of her hand, waving the thought away from the both of them. He was too sweet for his own good. 

So then it was his birthday, the new knowledge of it must have been what made his think of Mati’s and start this whole knew conversation.  Happy Birthday, She said with a bright voice, and then gave the male a hug.  belated of course. She commented with a laugh.

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