Legend of the Shifters {Cloudy and Renny's RP}

[Toothless]

Yeah :3 would you mind if my wolf is a healer?

[Renny]

nope! sounds fine.
it could add some conflict if my tiger has scars, but doesn't want her to heal them, because he knows it will hurt her.

[Toothless]

Yeah! I will make a post after dinner

[Toothless]

The sound of someone violently knocking on the flimsy piece of wood that served as a door to Shaya's room drew her out of her slumber. The latent wolf shifter growled in annoyance, rolling out of bed to answer the door. The flat expression of one of her father's, the alpha, enforcers met Shaya's pissed off one. The latent shifter placed her hands on her hips, expression a question mark.
"The alpha wants you in the common room," the enforcer, Geoff, said, voice monotone. It was almost fascinating how emotionless the wolf could be. Without another word, he turned and marched down the hallway.

Fifteen minutes later, Shaya walked into the common room, showered and dressed but still pissed. The anger evaporated almost instantly when a wave of pain and grief slammed into her. As a psychological healer, Shaya could sense when someone was hurting. Her gray-green eyes shot to a woman sitting on the large, plush couch, a male holding her close. The male was obviously her mate, and she could sense pain drifting from him, too, but it was the woman's hurt overwhelming Shaya. Her father, Trey, watched her closely as the latent healer went and sat on the ground in front of the female wolf shifter. The woman's mate urged her onto the floor as well, and she sat in front of Shaya, back leaning against the couch. Smiling comfortingly, Shaya reached forward and took the woman's hand - and almost reeled back instinctively at the sheer amount of grief. Her wolf whined, pacing in the back of Shaya's mind.

Shaya ignored her, focusing on the wolf before her. Very gently, she sent a healing energy into the woman. The wolf sighed in relief, relaxing for what seemed the first time in months. Shaya's jaw clenched as she drew the woman's emotional turmoil into herself, healing the scars that had caused the woman's grief. A lost pup. Though Shaya drew whatever emotional turmoil she sought to heal into herself, the memories of the hurt always remained in whomever she was healing. She lessened the potency of the emotions, speeding along the process of grievance or acceptance.

A few minutes later, she dropped the woman's hand and rolled to her feet, offering the wolf a comforting smile, even though grief and pain raged a war inside her. The emotional turmoil would fade in a few hours, but for the time being, Shaya really needed to get away from her father and the pack. Grabbing her keys and her wallet and such from her room, Shaya was off pack land and heading into the town of Ashland, Oregon. There was a shifter bar there that she could hang out at for a while and dispell the effects of healing the wolf.

[Renny]

It wasn't quiet in the house. Always a growl of something, if it be the heater, or a restless tiger. Probably the latter. Roman wanted peace. For the first time in his life, he wanted the quiet silence of what before this 'war' had brought. He hated that he was forced to stay home, most of the time. To stay on the lands of the ancient. Roman sat up, the last watery gray light of day streamed through his windows. He rolled off of his bed, walking over to the window, staring out at the rolling pines and deep, velvet gray sky, thick with clouds. He pressed the tips of his fingers against the glass, shocked by the cold shiver that slid down his spine. Tiger shifters naturally expelled heat, and they enjoyed the warmth. Which is exactly why it mystified Roman as to why they lived in Ashland, Oregon.

He moved away from the cold window, and made his way into the bathroom. He shucked off his white wife beater and the black boxers that clung loosely to his hips. He glanced in the full length mirror, the chandelier's dim light, since it was almost turned down all the way, made soft shadows and light along the bruise over his ribs and along his hips. He'd gotten pummeled in the stomach and ribs at the last fight with the wolves. It was the last one he'd been in, before his father, the King, had said that all his children needed to stay in the huge mansion on their own, protected land. Roman's eyes drifted up to his face. He looked like his father, as an heir should. Striking, high cheek bones and wide eyes. He had an almost delicate look, like a high born noble from the nineteenth century England. His eyes were a luminous blue, colored with pale streaks of gray. His hair was a shock of darkness, contrary to his younger siblings, being deep chocolaty black and straight.

He flipped on the shower, cranking the heat all the way up. Just in the few moments of standing without the protection of the heater, his fur coat, or clothing, his temperature had dropped and he was shivering. He stepped in quickly, trying to savor the feeling of hot water of his skin. He felt his tiger purring in him, lifting up, and he released the electric pulses that came with relieving the tension of restraining his tiger. As it happened, when he stepped out, he wasn't surprised to wipe the steam off the mirror and see his eyes were a beautiful orange amber color, streaked with gold. And his hair, had a couple streaks of a golden ginger. However, as the cold touched his skin, the darkness returned to his hair, and the fire in his eyes died to the original color he was born with.

Roman quickly dressed. Tailored dark jeans, a long sleeved light gray t-shirt with his dark navy blazer over top and a loose scarf and leather gloves pulled over his hands. It wasn't quite that chilly, but when heat seemed to be sucked from this region, Roman hated being cold. So, he headed down stairs. He could hear the hum of other life within the home. Some had little flutters, the human staff let off little warmth in Roman's radar. His two brothers, however, gave off tremendous heat, guiding Roman to them. Other than them, two other, smaller flashes of heat drew Roman's attention. His little sister; Katrina seemed to be upstairs, whilst his mother, Isabelle was in the kitchen.

When Roman came to stand in the hallway, he paused to glance in the den. "Jack, Tom," he said, glancing into the room. His youngest brother, Jack looked bored. His stark blonde hair was fluffy, his piercing blue eyes lifted lazily to Roman. He looked the most predatory, getting it from their father, the King Tiger, Ian, whose eyes were stark. However, when Tom looked up, a gentleness to his almost unidentifiable colored irises. They looked gray, but green, and also blue. They just seemed to be like mirrors. Katrina and Isabelle had the same, along with the smooth waves of glossy, fair blonde hair. Tom was reclining, and reading. "Let's get out of here." Roman said and Jack raised a brow.

"Really? Father said we can't, because you got almost eaten by a wolf the other day." Roman let out a growl and Tom rolled his eyes. Roman flashed his teeth at his younger brother. "Fine, you stay here and die of boredom." Roman said. "Tom?" His other brother looked hesitant, but much quietly declined. "I'll still kick your ass any day, Jackson." Roman flashed his teeth, and his brother grumbled and turned back to the TV, flipping much faster than he should have been able to see, knuckles white around the device. Roman turned, and headed for the door. But before he left, he heard the snap of the remote as it broke in half.

When he reached the bar, he was kind of glad he was alone. He needed to release his pent up energy, even if moving hurt his bruised side. He whisked into the shifter bar, and was instantly greeted by a beautiful leopard girl, who offered him a drink. He denied her, not one for the very slight shifters. He hoped no wolves had come in here, or at least any that fought for Trey, the Alpha of the wolf pack that threatened to take the strip of neutral land that separated the ruling Tigers from the ruling pack of Wolves.

Roman knew who he was. He walked with power and grace, much more so than any other. His heat radiated, warming the air around him, and almost making it shimmer like the sun on black asphalt. He walked to the bar, slipping into one of the stools and ordering a bourbon. Anything to get this restless itch out of his system. He wanted to become his tiger, who paced restlessly in the very corners of his body, aching to be out of this human skin and into his primal, natural state.

[Toothless]

The pounding in Shaya's head had her vision dancing. She took a gulp of the Coca-cola in front of her, attempting to dislodge the pain. She sat alone at table next to the bar, a tiny little thing, dressed very casually for a Friday night at the bar. She had an old pair of jeans on, matched with a t-shirt of a light green that hugged her curves. Her hair, which could never decide what shade of blonde or red it wanted to be, was let down, soft silky strands draping in the latent shifter's face. The lightly pinched the bridge of her nose, focusing on breathing in an out, trying to ignore the emotions that were slowly easing away. Healing was a pain in the ass, but Shaya wouldn't trade her gift for anything. Her dad, Trey, had little use for a latent shifter; she'd have been ignored it it hadn't been for her abilities. As it was, though, Shaya had still been thrown to the wolves - literally - and had learned to fight people off. She'd made sure she was one of the best in hand-to-hand combat. Shaya's spine stiffened when another wave of emotional and psychological turmoil slapped her across the face, and her head snapped up, gray-green eyes searching the source of the pain. What she saw, however, was the sneering expression of Bailey, one of her father's wolves.
"Oooh, look, it's the latent," Bailey cooed, though her voice was sickly sweet, barely hiding a falseness that was clear to Shaya. Bailey liked to show off to the big, bad alpha wolves that frequented this bar. Though it was in the middle of no where, Ashland was surrounded by forests and offered a safe-haven for many different types of shifters. A muscle beneath Shaya's eye twitched and she glared at Bailey.
"I don't have time for your shit tonight, Bailey. Why don't you piss off before I decide to break your nose again?"
"I'd beat you so quickly, Latent. It would be a sad sight; I'm a shifter, and well, when you think about it, you don't really count as one, do you?"

Shaya's wolf snarled, shoving against her human half's control. She wanted to tear out Bailey's throat, and Shaya found that she agreed with the feisty lupine on that aspect. Shaya sighed, ignoring Bailey as she stood up, having finished her drink. Bailey moved to block Shaya, still sneering. "I'm sorry, I wasn't finished Latent."
"Yeah, well, I was."
"You -"
"Look, Bailey, if I wanted to hear from an ass, I'd fart. Now, get out of my way."
Bailey curled her lip, and went to swipe at Shaya. In a blur, the smaller she-wolf reached forward and brought Bailey's forehead down to meet her sharply rising knee. The shifter squealed as Shaya threw her to the side. Brushing her shirt off, Shaya moved to the dance floor. She was tense, her wolf pacing, having sensed the dominance of another shifter that intrigued her. When Shaya's wolf was fighting for control as hard as she was, it was hard to focus. Though Shaya was latent, her wolf didn't seem to understand that and was constantly struggling for control.

[Renny]

He heard something. Roman's eyes slid from the depths of his dark amber liquid. He could smell the wolf shifters and turned in his seat. He'd taken off his blazer and scarf and gloves. The scarf and gloves next to his drink. He ignored it, until he heard a squeal. Roman turned around and watched as a pretty little thing with red gold hair had just crunched another wolf.

Roman didn't pay much attention. He respected the girl. He struck up a cigarette and puffed out a ring of smoke. He turned and got up, tossing money on the counter. "Save the seat." He said to the avian shifter behind the bar. She ran a hand through her sleek hair, dark eyes lowered. Raven. Roman assumed by her pale skin, dark hair, and dark eyes. She nodded.

Roman wandered over near the dancefloor and stood real close to Bailey. Close enough they both knew he was a the Tiger. "She's way out of your league." He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and smothered it against Bailey's shoulder. He glided into the crowd, lost almost instantly as he melted into the shadows.

Roman didn't know why he attracted to the girl. Maybe she was a lonesome Tiger. But he could only scent a couple flares of his fellow shifters that were off duty in the backroom with some leopards.

He could see her now. And his pain was more lonesome melancholy. A scorching, smokeless fire. She was different than his usual type. Victoria had been long and lean, dark in hair and skin, but liquid honey eyes that was intoxicating. They had been destructive, the heat between then burning and scorching, leaving only festering burn marks and ash.

But her. She was beautiful and had an air of grief around her. Yet strength. So Roman glided up to her, smooth and he found his hands on her shoulders, keeping her facing away. It was warm in the center of the dance floor. But next to Roman it was sweltering. "Hello there." His voice was low in her ear, a cat like purr. With all the scents of sweat and alcohol and smoke he couldn't tell she was a wolf.

[Toothless]

Shaya instantly stiffened as felt hands on her shoulders, though was caused her to pause in her attack was the fact that her wolf was relaxed. Her wolf caught part of the shifter's scent, loved it, wanted to roll around in it. Stupid animal. The next thing she was aware of was the restrained pain coming from the tall shifter behind her. Shaya was quiet for a few heartbeats, before she threw caution to the wind and allowed herself to relax into the shifter's grip. He was warm; a physical heat seemed to radiate from him, calming and soothing her wolf. She allowed herself to respond, her own voice a husky little growl. "Evening," Shaya drawled. The shifter was taller than her, but that wasn't too uncommon, considering that Shaya was tiny. Her attitude seemed to add at least six inches on her height. The mix of alcohol and sweat in the air masked whatever type of shifter he was, but Shaya could sense that he was dominant - extremely so. Her own wolf was pleased with his dominance; Shaya was a dominant, and for another's dominance to calm and please her wolf was a rare occasion. Shaya drew in the small amount of his scent that she could; it was warm, full of cinnamon and pine trees. Her wolf loved it and wanted to bathe in it, and Shaya found herself agreeing that the shifter's scent certainly was yummy.

The heat that surrounded the shifter behind her was intense; it was as if he was his own little sun. It was hot in the club - it always was, with the amount of shifters that frequented the establishment almost every night - but his was something different. It was... tinged with sorrow, with loneliness, but it seemed to be guarded tightly, as if the shifter didn't want anyone to know that he was hurting, as if his pain made him weak. She found that she could agree with that.

[Renny]

The tiger within Roman purred, basking in the shifter's scent. He curled up like a cat in the sun, rolling and pressing into the scent. It made Roman's muscles shift, ripple through his body as his animal warmed his core, glowing like a ball of energy. Something uncurled in him, awakening his senses, heightening them as he leaned down over her, breath warm against her skin. His breath was tinged with whiskey and smoke. He didn't wear any cologne, because mainly, he didn't need it. He didn't want a scent that pleased humans, and any shifter would be able to smell his warm, natural scent overpowered any cologne to any good, heightened nose. She was a little thing, very different from what he usually went for. He didn't know why, but he liked the feeling of this girl against him. His fingers drew down her shoulders, over her arms to her hands. His large, warm palms slid between hers when she relaxed, engulfing herself in him. He lifted her hand, gently spinning her around.

Despite the obvious sexual desire that he felt, something else lingered. Something deep within his core. Something that shook him and made him loosen his hold on all of his thoughts of the raging war. His eyes lifted, scorching blue from under his dark brows and heavy lashes. His lips parted slightly. "You are beautiful." He said, voice low and rough. It had a purr to it, drawling and rolling. A sheen of sweat made his skin glisten in the half-light. His hair was disheveled, dark and straight, sweeping away from his brow. He felt the sorrow on his soul loosen, and for a moment, the thorns twisted away, the more he touched her, the pain lessened. What he didn't know that the melancholy feel of loneliness and deep-set resentment and darkness flowed into her, echoing within this beautiful healers body. Roman instantly snapped the lid on the feelings, as they had also swept him with an exhaustion and weariness, as if the burden lay on his shoulders heavier. The pain seemed to recede from her, and Roman forced a small, slow smile. It was lazy, the curve wicked at the round, generous curves of his lips. "I'm Roman," his voice was husky, low and all for her.

[Toothless]

Shaya blinked as she was turned around, literally rendered speechless for a long moment. The shifter - Roman - calmed her wolf, allowing the lupine to laze about within Shaya. The healer within her stretched outward, slowly drawing his pain and hurt within her. Outwardly, she managed to hide it well; there was only a tiny pinch to the skin next to her eyes. Other than that, no one could tell that she was in an type of pain. To Shaya's immense surprise, he cut her off - literally shoved her healing power out of him. What the hell? No one had ever managed to forcefully push Shaya out. Intrigued, she cocked her head to the side, similar to a dog's confused motion. Her gray-green eyes searched his, red-blonde hair shimmering in the club's dimmed light. Her nostrils flared slightly as she caught more of his scent, the whiskey and the cigarette smoke. The later burned her chest and nose slightly, but Shaya ignored it, focusing on the subtle traces of the male's true scent. She blinked lazily, peering up at him with hooded eyes. "Shaya," was her response, voice a low, husky growl. Something about this male made Shaya feel safe and sheltered, made her lower her guard. Hell, the male calmed her wolf, who was wary of almost all male shifters, as a result of her father's disregard for her over the years. Her wolf rumbled happily, content to relax around the male. Almost instinctively, Shaya shifted a bit closer to Roman, relaxing even further.

[Renny]

Roman had never felt so tamed, so relaxed. His tiger was lounging, paws seeming to press against his spine, making him arch his back, slightly. He wanted to be close to her. He'd never felt so relaxed, so willing to be close to someone. Not even Victoria had had this effect on him. He'd had something similar when he had had his twin brother, but that had been so long ago. He felt the need to nurture her, love her in every way possible. Usually his sexual encounters, specifically at shifter bars. He felt himself drawn to her, like two magnets drawn together, they seemed twined together, like old lovers. His fingers came up to lace through her red-gold hair, his long, slender fingers wrapping around the silky strands. His blue eyes met her gray-green ones, mirroring their own lazy contentedness. Usually he just wanted to get to the sex, but right now, he was content with the heat of their bodies, his intense radiation of sun-like heat. He inhaled deep, her scent tingling his senses, forcing out the other scents of other shifters. Shaya. A beautiful name, for an even more beautiful girl. He murmured her name, like he was cradling a precious diamond. "Shaya." He purred back, his voice curling around the word. His other hand slipped to her waist, slipping just under the hem of her shirt, tracing invincible fire into her skin.

[ so I had an idea, that I got from another shifter book, I forget which one though. Anyway. I was thinking, that like when a male finds his true mate, or when they both find each other, that a sweet, almost honey like taste is in their mouth, and that it gives each of them a rush like an orgasm when they kiss for the first time? Kind of like a tell of, holy shit, you are literally the one. but it is just an idea. ]

 

[Toothless]

Shaya released a contented rumble. Her eyes drooped half-way shut once more, belaying the calm attitude of her wolf and herself. A slight shiver ran down her spine when he played with her hand, and when he traced his fingers across the bare skin of her lower back and waist. She purred softly when he repeated her name; it sounded amazing when he said it, like it was the most amazing name he'd ever heard. "Roman," the she-wolf responded, nipping lightly at Roman's chest. Her hands ran along his abs, circling around to hug his waist as she rested her head against his chest, utterly relaxed. She honestly had no idea why this shifter made her feel so... safe and contented, she only knew that she didn't care at the moment and wanted to enjoy this feeling before it was ultimately time to go back to pack lands. Her wolf rumbled happily. Shaya was both sexually and emotionally attracted to this Roman, and it confused the hell out of her. Sure, she'd had relationships, but none of them had been really serious. She had accepted the fact that she likely wouldn't mate; she was latent after all, and who wanted to mate with a latent shifter? At least, that's what her dad said.

[Renny]

Roman sighed gently, everything unwound and soft. Her touch sent shivers down his spine, but it wasn't that he was cold. No, he was quite the opposite. His fingers grazed just above her jeans and slipped along her waist. He didn't know why she made him feel so good, so nice. Even his tiger agreed, and relaxed. He almost trusted her. And the way she said his name, he practically melted. They seemed to cradle together, like old mates that had grown together and lived through so much. The dominance was a balance, and they seemed to click together. He pushed his face into her hair, and inhaled, only her fresh, cool scent into his lungs. He wanted no one else. He felt so warm and fuzzy, his body uncoiled and relaxed. All of the restlessness that had plagued him went away, his tiger happy, and he found himself pushing everything but her away.


[ so I had an idea, that I got from another shifter book, I forget which one though. Anyway. I was thinking, that like when a male finds his true mate, or when they both find each other, that a sweet, almost honey like taste is in their mouth, and that it gives each of them a rush like an orgasm when they kiss for the first time? Kind of like a tell of, holy shit, you are literally the one. but it is just an idea. ]

[Toothless]

Shaya relaxed into his embrace, snuggling against Roman's chest. She was so much shorter than him, but somehow, it seemed to work; they seemed to work together, like they were meant to be paired. Gently, she ran her fingers down his chest, almost as if she was petting him. Shifters needed social touch, wolves more so than most, but it seemed that all Shaya's wolf needed was the male in front of her. It was confusing. What made this male so special? Shaya decided she didn't care at the moment and released a sound of contentment.

[sorry short I like that idea]

[Renny]

Roman prided himself on not being one for not needing a ton of physical touch. When his siblings and him had been younger, they'd crawl all over their mother, letting her stroke their hair, kiss their faces, and cradle each one with affection. It sent a surge of warmth, the memory, but this was different. After the loss of his twin brother, he'd drawn away from his family. Although he would bend to the usual need of touch when Katrina was scared, or if Tom had a nightmare. Except Jack. But Roman shoved his family out of his head. This touch sent him tingling, like he'd been shocked, but instead of tense up, he relaxed further. His arm tightened around her waist, and realized with a shock that if anyone tried to even take her away from him, he might actually rip their throat out. It was an odd sensation, being so intimate with someone, and yet so protective. He didn't care, honestly. He just didn't want her to stop, whatever thing she was doing. His tiger seemed to agree, and he seemed to vibrate, deep in his chest, purring deeply, exactly like a large cat would.