Close Quarters
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I figured the door could get jammed, and water could start to come in if we wanted to add some excitement. Finally, they can break the door open and get the hell out of their. Tell me if you have any other ideas. X3 Oh, and this is when they get back from the rescue mission so maybe he can let her know Hadley and Amatha is safe and that Aro is back. Smile


The leopard woman simply couldn't relax. The storm was here, she could smell it and hear it outside. It wasn't anything to be messed with. She was safe in here, but she couldn't process it. Nothing was going to calm her down, unless she drank. But, her stomach hadn't been feeling all that great lately and coating it with a harsh liquid wasn't the best idea. She couldn't keep sitting here though. Sidra got up and traveled away from the group that had gathered down here. Her cloak had been removed and set out to dry, and she was still chilled. This whole situation was completely unpleasant. Her hackles remained upright, the anxiety continuously building. It wouldn't dissipate until the hurricane had passed. Aro had come, but left to go search for Hadley and Amatha whom hadn't shown up to the courthouse. There was just another problem she had to stress about until he came back, with or without the earthy man and his child. Even though she didn't like Hadley, she wished him and his daughter a safe return. Maybe she should have gone...no. She couldn't face the storm, it was much too frightening.


Sidra found a room that was small, confined from everyone else. She could have gone to her own room, but everyone was right outside. She didn't want to be with everyone right now, she wanted to be alone. For one, she felt sick to her stomach, and for two she was stressed which only made the pain in her gut worse. This was just not her day. The room she chose was the storage closet down the hall from her own bedroom. It was small, a few stools up against the wall where she could sit. With a deep breath, she removed a canteen from her bag. It was only filled with water, all that her stomach could handle at the moment. An anxious yawn drew her jaws apart, and a whine followed as she settled down bringing her head down almost in between her knees. Ugh... She moaned, trying to forget about the constant nausea in her stomach. She took even breaths, closing her eyes. Her head seemed to be spinning, dizzy from all of the thoughts swirling around. What if Aro didn't return, what if he died? What if those who came with him didn't come back either? It simply couldn't happen that way...it couldn't. Could it?


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OOC He's got mild hypothermia, he should warm up in a bit and shouldn't be in any danger -- and he'll def let her know


Being in the storm with Aro had been...Well, interesting. After the conflict with Sidra he'd been a little anxious when the Sole ordered them to separate, grouping the tawny and the bi-colored man together. Luckily the hurricane made it difficult to talk, and they were forced to work together by the tempestuous winds and torrential rain. His shield had some scars on the front from falling debris, and his arm remained stiff and sore from the impact. He was soaked from head to tail and his cloak hung heavy and damp about his broad frame. Rain droplets shimmered and dripped from his mane the front clinging to his forehead. Alister's limbs were heavy and wearily he forced himself through the courthouse doors. When they slammed shut behind him he doubled over, clinging to his side as a sudden coughing fit descended upon him. His eyes watered and when he straightened he had to pant for breath.


He glanced at Hadley and Amatha, glad at least that they were safe before he made his way to the second level. The cries of horses and his packmates rushing to seal leaking windows were muffled in his water logged ears. He wanted to help them, all of them, but he was just so weak. The storm had taken much out of him, and he had little energy to spare. Each step felt like a lifetime, and the journey back had been just as grueling. He was shivering, and his steps were clumsy. The wolfdog nearly tripped going down the stairs, luckily, he was able to catch himself before he fell. He waved off anyone that tried to help him, and made his way to one of the rooms.


He hadn't a room of his own yet so he figured one of the storage rooms would provide shelter to wait out the storm. But at this time he could have settled for anywhere. He was just so tired. Fatigue weighed him down and as he reached the door he had to stop and catch his breath. Why was this so hard? There were no winds to hinder him, save a gust that shot out from one of the windows. The boards had long since flown off, as hastily as it had been down. If he had any sense he would have tried to block the leak, but his thoughts were muddled. He didn't think to knock on the door and opened it.


The room was cramped with little space, and within that space sat a gold and sable pelted woman. Sidra. His eyes widened in surprise, "Oh...Sidra...I..er..sorry, I'll just..." He was still shivering, the wind from the window serving to chill him all over again, and his words were broken and breathy. Before he could leave the room the door slammed shut before him. Clumsily he fumbled at the handle, but the door wouldn't budge. He tugged harder, but still nothing. Brows furrowing he paused, coughing before he resumed. When it still didn't come free he turned to the leopard woman, his expression apologetic. "I can't open it...It's jammed" He tugged on it one more time, but it just wouldn't move.


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#3
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Sorry for the wait.


The nausea was finally settling after she was away from all of the stress and commotion in the hallways. Her eyes were closed, finding relaxation in the storage room. With a sigh, she continued to relax further. That all changed when she heard Alister's voice sound loudly in the room and she didn't even bother to look up. The leopard woman simply groaned and shook her head, the nausea immediately returning upon hearing his arrival. Noooooo...not you. Not now. She finally found the strength to lift her head to look at him, just in time to see the door slam shut behind him. Alister immediately turned to try and open it, but failed. The door had chosen to jam on them. Her eyes widened and then her head fell into her palms once again. She really didn't want to deal with this right now. Alister was the last person in this pack she wanted to see at the moment. What the fuck ever...I'm not in the mood for this. Why me? The nausea wasn't going to go away, her stomach threatened to have her upchuck at any moment.


Sidra looked up at him again and noticed how cold he looked, his fur was still wet and his body shivered. Her eyes widened. Alister's return, meant that Aro was back as well. Sudden relief washed over the gold and sable woman and her head fell back against the wall. Thank god he's back... But wait. She stood up and strode over to Alister looking at him with concerned features. She probably didn't look very well right now, sickened by an unknown cause to her. He is back right? Did you find Hadley and Amatha? Please tell me my Knight is safe. She just continued to stare him, hoping he'd answer. Her gaze faltered when she chocked back the nausea again, her body turning and her hand coming to her mouth as she tried to hold back the vomit. Please no. Why the hell was she sick? It must just be the stress and the storm, she hated the storm. Every time thunder would sound, she'd be frightened, constantly looking around for a safe place. Today just wasn't her day.


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OOC


Strangely Sidra didn't seem to notice him right away, she hardly flinched when he opened the door, and when he saw her, her head was tucked between her knees. She groaned when she finally became aware of his presence, and he felt worse for his mistake. But she had a room, what was she doing here? Before he could say much else the door jammed, faintly he heard her speak, questioning the circumstance, but there was nothing to be done. "Look, I -- said I was sorry, alright? Why would you be here in the first place, you have a room." Said the tawny pelted brute as another shiver ran down his spine. His words weren't harsh, but it was clear he didn't like this arrangement any better than she. It's not as if he wanted to be trapped here with her, anyone else? Fine. But not her. She was a liar and a thief, and he wanted little to do with the woman. Not to mention Aro. If he saw the pair of them together, what would he think? Alister wasn't suicidal.


When he turned he saw Sidra get up and cross the room to him, worry gleaming in her amethyst eyes. Her whole demeanor changed as she questioned him urgently. She didn't bother asking if he was alright. The wolfdog gave a nod, ears twitching to the way she spoke about Aro, 'her Knight,' she said. It put a bitter taste in his mouth, entirely unrelated to his relationship with her. "He's safe, as are the others. A little shaken, perhaps, but everyone will be fine." Alister assured her, relieved himself that all were safe and back within the Fort. Thank god Hadley had found Amatha, or else they might have been mourning the loss of a child.


He watched as she turned swiftly, holding her muzzle as if she were going to wretch. His brows furrowed and a hand twitched towards her. "Sidra? Are you alright? Did she hate him that much? Regardless, his visage was concerned, and he moved to help her. "You should sit down," the Callow man urged her, dismissing the matter of his own health. Neither of them were at their best, and Alister's gaze trailed to the door. Maybe if he wasn't so bloody tired he would have been able to break it open, but now the male just wanted to sit down, maybe take a nap? His fingers and toes were numb, as were parts of his body, but still he shivered. Fortunately he had enough sense to remove his sopping wet cloak that still clung to his body. He draped it over some of the crates sounding a wet thud. His pack fell to the floor, and he waited for her to settle before sinking down the wall in the corner.

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out of character here


As she was hunched over, holding her muzzle intently, he gave her the good news. She didn't answer for a few minutes focusing on not hurling all over the storage room floor. It would be horribly disgusting if she did, especially since they were both stuck in here. Oh god...stuck in here with Alsiter. The good news helped settle her stomach a bit. Aro was safe, Hadley and Amatha were safe, and so was everyone who went with them. That meant that the whole pack was down here in safety while the storm raged outside the courthouse walls. Sidra squeezed her eyes shut trying to shake the images of the storm out of her head. The thoughts of wind strong enough to knock trees down and possibly buildings mixed with a downpour weren't ones she could handle right now. Storms weren't her strong suit. Alister asked if she was okay and she gave a slight nod feeling the nausea settle slowly. After a few deep breaths, assuring she was fine, she stood up and regained her normally dominant posture. White backed ears pressed forward and amethyst eyes narrowed on Alister. She was stuck...in here...with him. The thought terrorized her.


Sidra ignored Alsiter's suggestion to sit down and pressed pass him coming to the door. She frantically turned the nob and pulled at it trying to open it. She wanted to see Aro, not be stuck in here with the last person in Casa she wanted to see right now. God damnit!! Open! The woman twisted and pulled for a couple more seconds before slamming a hand onto the door creating a rather loud bang. Angrily, she turned and rushed past the tawny man taking her original seat. Her hands raised to cup her face as she lowered her head, using her arms to hold it up. A long irritated groad escaped her lips, her claws scratching the top of her head. Why?! Why now?! The anger was getting to her, making her nauseous again. Sidra tried to calm down simply ignoring the fact that Alister was standing, or sitting, feet away. She'd get out of here soon and be able to see Aro. He'd make her feel better, she'd be safe with him.


Several moments passed, the leopard woman sitting there quietly, simply breathing and relaxing. Then, slowly her head raised to look over at Alister. He'd taken a spot in the corner. She noticed how cold he looked, fur still sopping wet from the storm and his body shivering slightly. She felt some sympathy for him but it would never show on her features. She continued to stare at him blankly. So...what now? We have to wait for someone to come and open the door? Her head fell back against the wall, claws impatiently scratching at the wooden box she was sitting on. There was nothing to talk about with the man and she didn't want to talk to him either. Her eyes remained focused on the ceiling, not wanting to hear Alister's voice, smell his scent, or see his face.


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OOC Lol for stating the obvious, he is such a dork


The hybrid glanced over the woman with concern, watching as she nodded her assurance and calmed down enough to release her muzzle. Her eyes fast narrowed upon him and his ears lowered in return submissively. He even chanced a glance at the ground. The tawny man wanted nothing more than to curl up and go to sleep, but her presence was like the beating of drums sounding in his head, keeping him awake. He was in a poor state, his usually groomed mane sticking up in various odd places, the front plastered to his forehead, and still dripping from the rains. The storm was monstrous. His cloak had proven little help and the torrential downpour had soon soaked him to his very core. He was thankful to have brought his shield. All manner of things had been swept up by the wind, keeping visibility to an all-time low until a vibrant strike of lightning would light up the world around them before plummeting them into darkness once again. Thunder cracked loudly outside the courthouse, rattling him.


His offer to help was brushed aside and Sidra shouldered past him, tugging desperately on the door knob. The sound of her fist banging loudly on the door was loud even in his water-logged ears, and he turned sharply towards it. Swiftly she was back in her original spot, bemoaning their situation, as if it helped. That was something he'd rather not be reminded of. The hybrid said nothing himself and slid to the floor. Chills racked his body, and he rubbed at his arms, keeping his body tight to regain what little warmth he could. His lids were heavy and he blinked slowly, keeping his focus on the floor or ceiling rather than the dusky woman on the opposite side of the room. She was staring at him, or glaring, more likely. And her voice broke the stillness after a while. He shrugged as best he could. "You could try breaking it down..." He mused, chancing a glance over at her, before adding, "...or...we could just wait here." It was doubtful that she'd be able to break it down on her own, and he didn't have the strength to try. The storm sapped his strength and he had little energy to spare. "which is ...uh, fine by me-- really."

The tawny man shifted uncomfortably just now realizing that he was still wearing his shield. He adjusted just enough so he could slip the strap over his head and off and rested the thing on the floor beside him. It's front was scarred and battered from the debris, and it was blessing really that he'd had it with him, or else he might not have escaped as well off as he had. He was still terribly cold though, and rummaged among his things for a blanket, wrapping it hastily and sloppily about himself. Alister sat there for a time, recovering, until his mind was no longer so clouded and he could think clearly again. He shifted slightly so he was facing her, "soooo..." He drawled. "This is awkward..."

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out of character here


The Knight before her wasn't very helpful in his answer. Sidra's brow raised as she looked at him, only glancing at the door for a quick second before her gaze returned. Why would he have her break it down? Couldn't he? He was much bigger and stronger than she was...was he torturing her? A sigh broke through her lips as her head fell back into her cupped hands. Perfect... This was really the worst situation for them to be in right now. For one, the constant sound of wind rushing around the Courthouse paired with the rain was frightening. She just wanted to cuddle up with Aro. He'd keep her safe. Normally, Sidra wouldn't have needed a man's presence to make her feel at home. But, lately she felt the need for him more and more. She also felt the need for the whole pack. It was something she couldn't explain, but there was obviously something going on with her. Sidra simply refused to acknowledge what it was.


Several long moments passed without a single word. Alister made some shuffling and banging noises as he moved around to get comfortable. She peered through her hands to look at him before covering her face back up uninterested in what she saw. His voice finally tore through the silence causing Sidra's ears to twitch backwards as if it was annoying to hear his voice. Her head lifted to look at him, a glare on her face. It was awkward and Sidra couldn't help to think what Aro might do if he were to find them in here together, even if they weren't doing anything. She couldn't help but keep a vivid mental video of what had happened last time. He'd nearly pummeled Alsiter to a pulp and was angrier at her than he'd ever been before. Sidra would do anything to avoid him being angry. Yet another sigh drew from the leopard woman's lips as she looked over at the tawny man, now covered in a blanket. He looked so pathetic over there in the corner. Is it? I hadn't noticed. Sidra didn't really think much of what had happened the night she'd gone into heat. It was just another attempt at thievery to her and nothing more...even if her head had been clouded by the voices that tempted her. The awkwardness derived from their last conversation. The pendant was around his neck again, instead of hers and it hit a sour note to see it. She'd failed.


Several more moments passed and still nothing happened. Sidra got up and strode to the door again, feeling slightly dizzy as she stood. She made more attempts to open it, but came back to her spot without any success. As she sat down, thunder sounded loudly outside causing the woman to cringe in fright. Her hood was drawn over her head to cover her ears, which were pasted back fearfully. What was there to do until the door decided to open or someone opened it for them? Well, they could talk. Sidra peered up at him again, not really wanting to make conversation with him but it was better than sitting here and waiting for magic to happen. That and it would distract her from the storm which she tried act unmoved by. Well...I'm glad everyone made it back safely. Even you...Alister. Unfortunately for Sidra, the fright she was trying to mask showed in her eyes. There wasn't much she could do about it and even though she was trying to keep her thoughts off of the storm, there wasn't much else to talk about.

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His ears were laid back as she looked him over, as submissive as always. It wasn't as if he wanted to keep them here. He wanted to be with the rest of the pack helping in whatever way he could, but he just felt so weak. The Callow man couldn't tell Sidra that. He couldn't tell her just how awful it had been, being out there, not with the way she jumped at every sound. He was glad to be inside, safe, maybe not warm, but safe. Warmth would come later, though he was better off now than when he had been before. He was actually beginning to have feeling in his fingers and toes again. He wiggled the russet hued toes on his right foot just to test the theory, gazing over them with tired eyes. That was a good sign, he thought.

She was glaring at him, he knew she was without even having to look. Alister could practically feel her amethyst gaze searing through him. It made him strangely self-conscious and he worked on combing his mane into something more presentable, mussing it with his fingers. He must have looked half a mess, fur sticking up in odd places here and there, still damp from the rain, body partially covered by his patched blanket. But, come to think of it, he didn't look much different from the rest of the search party. His brown ears twitched towards her with the thought, hearing her voice sound, speaking volumes of her thoughts on their current situation. He wasn't all to pleased either. Besides, he wasn't eager to see the look on Aro's face when he found out. That was the most concerning. He wasn't afraid of the black and white pelted male, but he'd rather not have an enemy. Not here. Casa was his home now.


Alister wasn't as fortunate as the woman in his ability to forget so easily. For some reason that night was burned into his memory. He could still recall the sight of her as she lay beneath him, the smell of her heat, heady and intoxicating, the taste of her on his tongue. He didn't want to remember, even more so now that he knew she had someone. It made his stomach turn over in awful twisted knots, and he still felt guilty. With a rare glance in her direction he saw her gaze fall to the pendant, blatantly gleaming silver against his tan chest. He grinned sheepishly, realizing that it's presence didn't exactly help them, and tugged the blanket over it so it was no longer within sight.


Alister watched as she crossed to the door, tugging and twisting the knob without much success. Hazel eyes swept the floor, trying to appear innocent, his own ears fallen back. They twitched up towards the ceiling when the thunder cracked, and back to her. He saw her cringe in fright, wanting to cross the room to console her, but at the last moment decided it wasn't a good idea and stayed put instead. Amusement gleamed in his eyes as he watched her struggle between trying to pretend the storm's fury didn't bother her, and wanting to cower for fear of it. It was kind of...cute. It disappeared when she spoke, and his ears perked.



"Yes, I'm fine, tha--..." --nks for asking Her words registered mid-sentence, and he fell silent, immediately regretting the sarcasm that bubbled forth. "Oh...er...Thanks...thank you. I...uh appreciate that." A blush was searing under his fur, and his eyes fell, embarrassed. He bit his lip, feeling like a royal arse. As the storm raged overhead her eyes shone with the fear she felt, which only made him feel worse. "This building is..." he started. "pretty strong. It survived the humans. We should be safe here." Alister gave her a wan reassuring smile, though it faltered somewhat with the tension in the air.


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The tawny man made wise choice choking up mid sentence. She was being truthful when she said that. Even if they didn't have a good relationship with one another, Alister being the reason for all the drama in her life lately, he was pack and she wouldn't wish any harm upon him. Sidra's ears pressed forwards dominantly for a moment before he stopped himself and changed the words on his tongue. A brow was raised as Alister fumbled with a 'thank you' obviously not sure how to react to her sudden kindness. Her eyes never left him, absorbing the embarrassment that gleamed off of him as his own eyes darted to the ground. The sound of the storm outside softened her gaze a considerable amount, the fear shooting back into her amethyst eyes. Her head dropped, eyes focusing on the ground trying to cut out the sound of trees snapping and wind blowing harshly against the courthouse.


The leopard woman glanced up at Alister as he reassured her the courthouse was a safe place to be during the storm. Still, she didn't feel it was. The stormed that raged outside it's wall was loud and angry, even these walls couldn't hold up forever against it. There was a reason all of the horses were acting up, threatening to battle each other in fright of the hurricane. His smile was awkward and she refused to smile back only adding onto the strange atmosphere. Her voice filled the air, sharp with irritation. Obviously it's safe. Why would Jazper and Aly chose to put us here if it wasn't. The eye contact with Alister broke, Sidra feeling really silly for reinforcing the assurances the knight gave her with some of her own. In all honesty, she shouldn't be afraid of the storm. She'd been through much worse times than this and survived. The nasty scars that covered her thin frame were proof of that. But, there was something about the hurricane that caused and unavoidable fright. I do wish it would pass already though. Soloman is restless and has been causing trouble...he hates storms like this. Sidra couldn't bring herself to look up at Alister when she spoke of Soloman. It was really her own feelings that she'd passed along through her horse and she was embarrassed for being terrified.


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The Callow man let his eyes wander the store room, still a little hesitant to allow them to settle on the dusky woman, who most likely wouldn't welcome the intrusion of his gaze anyway. She, however, kept her eyes trained on him. When he did finally look over again he found her amethyst orbs were soft with fear, but she did seem a little less angry. He remembered the hardness and pure hatred that burned within them the last time they met, and this was a welcome change. If looks could kill he would have died then and there. It disconcerted him that he'd been here for just a few months and already his very presence was detested for something that wasn't really his fault.


His attempts to console her failed miserably, and Alister's smile morphed into a disappointed frown. Her words were sharp and his ears lay flat against his skull. "You're right...of course. That was stupid of me. I just thought..." A sigh fell from his maw, and he allowed the silence to close in once again. His ears twitched and his head lifted as the rains thrashed against the walls of the courthouse. Alister took in a breath, steeling himself as he sought her gaze. This just wouldn't do anymore. Whatever happened between them was over and done with. He had his pendant back, and what happened before was no more than a mistake. Though that night was burned into his memory and thoughts of her still vexed him he didn't want to continue like this. This tension between them was suffocating.


Before he could speak she broke in wishing the storm away, and for once her eyes did not meet his, she looked away. The name she spoke was unfamiliar to him. "Soloman?" Genuinely curious he perked up, until she explained. He'd never seen her horse before. By the time he left the next morning she'd already been gone, the scent of her heat easily masking anything else.


After a pause he mustered up his courage again. "Look, Sidra..." Alister began, hazel eyes returning to rest on her amethyst ones. "can we just...start over? Just pretend all of that never happened?" The hybrid placed special emphasis on the word, 'that' unwilling to address the specifics, his gaze falling at the same time. Both of them knew what he was talking about, speaking of it would have only added insult to injury when all the tawny knight wanted to do was forget. When he looked at her again his eyes were hopeful. Whatever it was he wanted it to be done with. There was a reason he'd left his former pack, and it certainly wasn't to be treated just as poorly. He wanted a new start, a place to call home.





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It was harsh, but it pleased Sidra to see the submissiveness appear on Alister's features once she shot him down. Sidra didn't feel badly for speaking sharply to him, or putting him down in any way. She'd been going soft since she joined Casa and she didn't like it. Aro was the only man in her life she treated with absolute kindness and even he got to see her selfish stubborn side. Aside from the Sole, she didn't feel inclined to be kind to anyone, especially not Alister who had posed a threat to her relationship. Her head rose as his sunk and ears pressed forward further as his flattened, the storm seeming not so terrifying when she had control over something. She kept her proud demeanor for some time before the silence caved in and allowed for the deafening sounds from outside the courthouse walls to ravage the golden highlighted fae once again causing her to recoil. Her ears twitched backwards whenever there'd be a crash or snap, though she tried to remain dominant over the tawny man.


Alister questioned who Soloman was and an irritated sigh left Sidra's lips. He's my stallion. Sully is a large horse, but he is afraid of a lot of things. Storms are one of them. You should have seen him earlier, I could barely contain him. Sidra lightened up at the end, a brilliant smile forming on her maw as she spoke of her horse. She loved him so much and felt pride in speaking of him almost like he was her older brother. The leopard woman quickly caught herself in the midst of the smile turning away slightly embarrassed she'd let herself get carried away in front of Alister. If she wasn't so stubborn, he might actually be a good friend to her. Someone she could talk to when things when awry. Sidra couldn't let such thoughts soften her up. He'd caused a lot of trouble in the short time she knew him and that's all she saw of him right now. Trouble.


The man's pleading voice caught her attention, eyes focusing on him as he called to her. His words twisted her face into a mix of surprise and confusion. She knew what he meant by that, but she'd already put that in the past. Now it was the trouble he'd caused between her and Aro that was the problem. Oh I wish it was that easy Alister. You caused a great amount of trouble and almost cost me my relationship. She was exaggerating a bit, but that's what it had felt like until Aro turned around and apologized for his own mistakes. Sidra wasn't seeing the good that came out of what had happened and only the bad. If Alister hadn't came along then Aro probably would never had felt bad for sleeping with those women. Even though her mistake was not at all intended to do that, it had happened for the better. Sidra was good at pretending, but she was too stubborn to let it go. It would take more than a simple plead to do so to actually make it happen. It's going to be awfully hard to pretend it never happened. I'm sure Aro doesn't want to see your face around. Although, she didn't think there were many harsh feeling lingering between the two anymore.


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Her ever constant displays of dominance were somewhat amusing to the
male. He had no qualms with it, he was content to submit so long as
they persisted, but the fact that she found them necessary was...curious.
The effect was somewhat neutralized, however, whenever the storm grew especially
violent. It seemed to unsettle her a great deal, but her demeanor kept his
advances at bay. Alister was careful not to incite her rage, or his own
for that matter, and kept his ears pressed to his skull. His tail lay limp
as the russet tipped thing wrapped around him. He was no longer shivering
and his fur was beginning to dry, but he was miserable, more for the
company now than anything else.

Immediately he felt bad for even inquring after the name, but was taken
aback when she smiled. It was brief, but it caused his ears to perk, and
he watched in amazement. "Oh." He breathed
as his ears fell. So quickly her smile dissolved, but he saw this as an opportunity to start a conversation. It would help pass the time, if nothing else. "The stable master in my old pack, he didn't like me much." Said the tawny knight in reply, a sheepish grin beginning to form as he remembered the stoic, grizzled man.
"He could speak to them, the horses-- in their own tongue, and I swear, every time I took a horse from him I'd see him whispering something in its ear... "
He continued despite the tension between the pair. "Those horses would wait until it was time to head back, and a couple miles from town would throw me, and run off, leaving me to walk all the way back. " He shook his head laughing lightly mostly at his on stupidity. "I couldn't shift, otherwise I'd have no way to carry my equipment." Looking back it was pretty ridiculous, more so that he was wary of the beasts even now, despite the absence of the man. He supposed he'd get over it one day. It's not like he feared them, but he wasn't keen on flying, especially when he would be landing on the cold, hard ground.


He was sure he sounded quite the fool, and he was blushing beneath his fur, embarrassed by the tale, but he would happily sacrifice his own dignity if it helped them get through this terribly awkward stage. He wasn't sure anymore what their relationship could be called. They weren't rivals, and he wouldn't go as far as to call them enemies...Well, she might, but he was utterly confused by their situation, and wanted so desperately to be on speaking terms at the very least. Otherwise, it was all strained silences and icy glares, and he couldn't say he enjoyed either.

He hadn't been expecting it all to go away, or maybe he had, well, he had been hoping, but it was a vain entirely unrealistic hope. Maybe he'd been dreaming all of that? It was never that easy, but he was trying. She could have acknowledged that, at the very least. "I never said it would be easy...but I'd like to try." Alister's hazel eyes spoke volumes on his sincerity. He wanted to put this behind him, behind them. It shocked him when she pinned the trouble in her relationship on him. His hazel eyes smoldered and his ears were thrust forward. "That's curious..." He drawled. "I don't seem to recall you ever mentioning him, and now...it's my fault?" His brows furrowed in mock contemplation. "Huh."


He suppressed the urge to roll his eyes when she spoke of Aro. What was that, a threat? He hadn't touched her, neither did he wish to do anything to harm her. It's not like he wanted to be here with her. "I was with him in the storm." The Callow knight's eyes passed over the scarred face of his shield. "It was ...monstrous. You think it sounds bad in here? Try being out there. We had to work together. Somehow we managed." The hybrid shrugged, dismissing her statement altogether.




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The leopard woman's awkward gaze shifted slightly as he started speaking, curious eyes peeking over at him from under her hood. She was focused on his story, trying to tune out the sounds from outside. Still, when there'd be a loud crash or the rushing sound of wind she'd curl up, arms crossed in front of her chest tightly. A small proud smile formed on her lips when he spoke of his old stable master being able to speak to horses. She could do the same. Soloman was her one true friend, someone she could confide in. Even if he wasn't the brightest of beings he would always be there for her. Her own laugh chimed in with Alister's as he told his tale. Those horses really hadn't liked him. A hand raised to cover her mouth as she laughed brightly, being taken away from the fright for a moment and focusing on Alsiter's embarrassing moments. When Sidra realized she was laughing and smiling, she felt slightly embarrassed, her face becoming flushed. Eyes turned away from him, but she couldn't help a small sheepish grin.


A few moments later she turned back beaming with pride, though she was still embarrassed she'd been laughing with her enemy. I can speak with horses you know. That's why Casa wanted me to babysit them. Their jumpy creatures and if you put them in a group, their panic adds together. Sidra was delighted to share her knowledge with Alister, even if he wasn't the most ideal person to be with at the moment. She never really got to show off her skills when it came to talking with horses and riding them. I would have loved to see you get thrown off one of those horses. A giggle erupted from her, teasing the tawny luperci before her. Things seemed to quiet for a moment, the awkwardness coming back to bite them. They'd gotten rid of it for a few moments...maybe it wasn't so bad. Sidra was stubborn though, and if she had it her way she'd be enemies with Alister forever.


He spoke of them trying to get past their issues and to be friends. The thought wasn't very appealing, but they were pack now. Alister brought up the fact she'd never mentioned Aro that night. If she had, then her plans would have fallen through. He'd never understand though. She simply glared up at him, tail twitching with agitation as they threw the blame back and forth like a hot potato. It seemed, it'd finally settled in her hands. That night had been her fault. However much she tried to pin it on Alister, it would always come back to her one way or another. Then the man brought up some other points that had Sidra locked in a corner, she was stuck. If what he said was true then Aro didn't hold any grudges against him and she was on her own with this one. Her glare grew deeper, more potent as she sat there. The thought of Aro out in that storm had been killing her and in a way, maybe if Alister wasn't there he wouldn't have come back safe. But Sidra would never, ever, say that to him aloud. He's a knight. Do you expect him to let a pack mate fall victim to the storm? He would never do that. Aro was just holding himself together for the good of Casa. I'm sure he has some sort of bone to pick with you, you saw him that day.

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