Strength of the Canis Lupis (Toothless and Shades)

[Toothless]

Cyprian shook his head. "I am okay," he told her, relaxing when her marks were covered. Mate, he sighed to himself, gesturing for Historia to follow. He held the door open for her, waiting patiently. His wolf was antsy to get her away from the males in the room; his muscles twitched with the need to touch her. For wolves, touch was a vital thing; social contact calmed and reinforced relationships. Mates rarely went any amount of time without some sort of contact. When they were out of the classroom, he shifting closer to his mate. His nostrils flared; he realized her unique scent was another sign of the mate bond. He longed for the mental connection that mates shared, longed for his wolf to be stable. As it was, being near his mate was calming his wolf. The beast was content, finding peace in being around his mate.

[shades]

Her blonde eyebrow rose in curiosity, but said nothing for a while. Finally, she spoke as they exited the room. “My name is Historia,” she blushed, remembering the day she had stared at him. “I’m the clumsy girl who nearly fell on my face on the first day.” She finished, looking away and glad that she couldn’t see his forest green eyes that just entranced her.
She just met the guy, and yeah, she had a boyfriend once when she was sixteen. They had been friends before and slowly got the guts to reveal they liked each other, and it was a procession until their break up a year later.
Here he was and suddenly she felt attached and connected to the guy, and didn’t know why!

[Toothless]

"Cyprian," the werewolf rumbled, voice low and somewhat gravelly, indicating that the wolf was still slightly in control. His eyes were slightly lit up, glowing with a faint light. His gaze was so wholly focused on his mate that he paid no attention to anything around him, aside from obstacles that would get in his way. He sidestepped lockers and people with ease, keeping close to Historia, gaze never wavering. When a Canis Lupis found his mate, they became the center of his world, and Cyprian was no different. Mine, he thought again, clenching his fingers to keep from touching Historia. When would she realize the importance she held in his world? When would their mental bond snap into being?

[hmm maybe Cyprian can have a fight or something with the ex?]

[shades]

Smiling, “that’s a cool name, though it might be boring or common in your country. Here though, it’s really cool.” She chimed, twirling a blonde curl. “My name is Historia, which isn’t common at all…but I guess I do like history, I’m fascinated with heritages and old town history, but things like art don’t interest me all that much.” The girl self-consciously rubbed where the marks were under her shirt, making the girl blush harder at the thought of him seeing them. She tugged the hem down roughly, “so you’re from Romania? That’s cool, what do you do there?”

[ sure I just have to create an ex for her. xD ]

[Toothless]

Cyprian's nostrils flared slightly, breathing in his mate's scent. It soothed him, calming his wolf and allowing him to not kill anyone. "That is a good name," he said, awkwardly. "There is not much to do in Romania. Sledding, skiing, that sort of thing. It is usually cold and rainy." He shrugged one shoulder half-heartedly, focusing instead on his mate. He'd found her; he'd found the one being who could calm his wolf. He was one lucky wolf; he was destined for death, and yet the Great Luna dropped his mate in front of him as his redemption.

[Toothless]

[Shades?]

[shades]

The petite girl’s lip twitched in an upwards motion, hesitantly playing with her shirt hem that hid the odd markings on her body. During the day, her mind would travel to how dead she would be if her mother saw those. For Historia had no excuse as to how they came to be.
She entered the office, motioning for the new boy to follow. “Hello Mrs. Schau.” The girl sang to the secretary, the woman looking up from her frenzy typing.
“Good morning Historia. What can I help you with?”
“Just some printer ink for the two science classrooms.” The girl piped, her friendly smile ever affectionate. The secretary, Mrs. Schau, bobs her head.
“I’ll get you some, no problem Historia!” As the secretary went towards the supply closet, the girl turned to Cyprian with a triumphant look at her simple accomplishment.
“You’ll have a wonderful time here, I think. There is a lot to do, though I’m sure you had most of it in Romania also.” The girl giggled, trying to past the short time with small talk.

[Toothless]

The corners of Cyprian's mouth curled into a gentle smile. He switched his gaze to the secretary for a brief moment, watching the interaction between his mate and the older woman, before returning his gaze to Historia. "I like on a remote estate in Romania," he commented, "so there's really no one to interact with, besides my family." He'd almost said pack-mates, but managed to catch himself. He cocked his head to the side, like a wolf would, revealing the black tattoos that crawled up his shoulder to become visible on his neck; they looked almost like black flames, although there was a distinctly runic sense to them. "What sort of things do you do around her for fun?" he queried, desperate to learn all he could about his mate. She would be with him forever, after all; his wolf was already head-over-heels in love, and Cyprian wasn't far behind. A muscle in his jaw subtly twitched when her markings were revealed to the world, but he relaxed when she covered them.

[shades]

Historia fumbled, “well, uh, I don’t go out and around much anymore. I love to go to the library though, it has three stories with a overhang and it‘s just nice to pick out books, or just read there. There are also movies, the movie uh, movie theater…And a lot of places to eat, in the mall, outside the mall. I don’t normally go shopping like some girls, I like the peace of mind and staying inside away from crowds, read a book, eat some snacks…” The girl was fumbling over her own words.
“I-I mean there is a lot to do, I guess, but I’ve lived here for eighteen years and nothing exciting has happened. I’m just an average girl, with a mother, and a life.” She shrugged, watching as the secretary returned with a gentle smile.
“Mrs. Schau, you are the best; you know that?” Historia praised, graciously taking the ink packets.
“Well, I do try.” The two women smiled at each other, the secretary sending her smile to Cyprian. “And have a wonderful first day.”
Giggling, Historia turned around to exit.

[Toothless]

The right corner of the werewolf's mouth curved upward, forming a lopsided, crooked smirk on the young man's face. Historia was rambling, but he didn't mind; he would literally listen to her speak all day, he was that devoted to her. She was his, and he was hers. It was that simple in the world of the Canis Lupis. Cyprian inclined his head to the secretary. "Mulțumesc," he told the older woman, turning to follow his mate. He reached around her, pulling the door towards him to open the gateway. He gave Historia a gentle smile, flashing white teeth.

[shades]

“Ooh, gentlemanly.” Historia smiled back as a thank-you, easily impressed. “You don’t find many gentleman around here, well at least in my opinion. Then again, I’m opinionated and have high standards after a rough ‘bout with a, ahem,” The blonde girl did the quotations with one hand, “gentleman.” She didn’t elaborate, as much as Historia felt she could talk endlessly with this new young man about her problems, and herself, and expect a kindness in return. She knew that talking about breaking up with a guy, to another guy, was probably a no-no.
“It’s nice that there are nice people like you though, and not…meanie-heads. Anyways, I’ll silence myself and let you do the talking on the way back, cause I’ve probably chatted your ear off about now.”

[Toothless]

Cyprian shrugged. "I was raised well," he simply said as he followed after Historia, closing the door behind him. His father and mother had ensured that he'd been raised to be a well-behaved, well-rounded wolf; he spoke English, Romanian and a few words in other languages, and had studied much of the world's history, and much of his people's history. He was to be the future alpha of the largest pack of Canis Lupis, after all; he needed to know about his kind's history. He tilted his head, which was clearly a habit of his. "What would you like to know?"

[shades]

“Hmm,” Historia contemplated, intentionally slowing her movement so she could talk with him longer. Her hand came up to her chin in a dramatized way of thinking. “Why did you come here, to Appleton, the middle of somewhere but seems like no where compared to New York, Detroit, Dallas, Los Angeles, Chicago, Orlando? You probably could have gone anywhere, I mean…” The young woman blushed, looking away. “You came here in a limo. I-uh-live nearby and saw.”
Or nearly fell flat on her face in front of someone she was slowly becoming attracted to, but that was a minor detail she would like to forget. The girl could handle humiliation like a over-sensitive child, it made her want to cry if anyone brought it up, or wanted to tease her for it. Yet, the girl had no mean bone in her body to stand up for herself, and could be quite a pushover around her peers when it came to favors and borrowing items (fortunately she never had to worry about alcohol and drugs in her peer pressured life). “Historia, can I borrow your book?” and “Historia, might I have the answer to numbers 22 to 25?” also “Historia, can I copy your homework?” it didn’t sit well with her, but she did it anyways in fear that it would mean.

[Toothless]

Cyprian appeared to ponder the question. "I do not really know," he responded. He did, actually; it was her, his mate, that brought him to Appleton, but he couldn't really mention that at this point in time. "Something internal pulled me here, and I followed it." He shrugged absently, smothering a smile when he remembered how she'd nearly tripped and fallen on her face. He didn't mention it, thinking she was embarrassed by the moment and didn't want it brought up. He was happy that she slowed her pace so they could continue talking; he wanted to spend all the time he could with her. As their classrooms came into view, his mood soured a tad; his wolf was pissed that his mate wasn't going to be in their sight at all times.

[shades]

“Huh. That is sort of how I feel with wanting to leave this place. Like, maybe there is something better for me somewhere else.” The girl shrugged, smiling.
“I know! We might have lunch together, I often eat in my student apprentice classroom, grading papers; but I have nothing today, so…” The girl smiled brightly, “you can eat with me, if you want with Ms. White and I. You don‘t have too! It’s just hard to make friends here and uh, I dunno if you made a lot of friends. Ha ha.” Her cheeks were once again bright red, the cherry color spreading to her ears.
“And uh, Ms. White brought in some cake to share and I don’t think I can eat it all.” She had almost forgotten about the lingering marks, she wanted to check and see if they were still there; like maybe she was tired and had hallucinated them. But a small voice in her head told her to be respectful, and to wait until later. Her hand did draw across her stomach in a curvy line of her new markings.
That was also the most exciting thing about her birthday, except for a dinner with her mother later that day, Ms. White was the only person who Historia would be celebrating it with at school. Sure, her name would be announced on the announcements with three other kids as a ‘happy birthday to these kids blah blah’ and like she really cared if people knew.
They would just say, “hey happy birthday.” Maybe a teacher would humiliate her by singing happy birthday, despite being in high school and her being an adult. That was it, she was a girl satisfied with little. Maybe Ms. White would let her borrow one of her personal books, or a school copy of a book, and her mom would get her something. It was a another year, her ‘I’m officially adult’ year, but that was it.