Edyta

Thu 08:29PM EST
She was out of the apartment: someone please call Lucifer and tell him that a blizzard was coming to Hell. She was visiting Konrad for the first time in his own home, or what was being made to be his 'out of city' abode. The car lights dimmed and then died as did the engine as she pulled into the area and just stared blankly for a long while. Rustic Boy. Great.


Konrad Vrdoljiak

Thu 08:32PM EST
Rustic Boy - or something like it - doesn't seem to be home. When the car lights go out, the forest is pitchblack, his cabin only a dark splotch among dark splotches. Maybe coming out here was a bad idea...


Edyta

Thu 08:34PM EST
There was a reason why she never left the apartment, but contrary to some's belief she did actually have some sembelance of knowledge about the wilderlands and she also had good nightvision when push came to shove. Maybe that was the reason why she waited in the car; letting her eyes adjust to the change. She exited it quietly and walked towards the cabin (dear Gaia, a cabin).


Konrad Vrdoljiak

Thu 08:43PM EST
...which is, as we mentioned, dark and silent.

Eventually though, her senses would grow aware of a presence off to her right. A shadow among shadows, crouched at the edge of the porch against the house, beneath a table. A shadow with yellow eyes: a wolf, large, thicker of shoulder and wider across the chest than any species known to man. Seeing her seeing him, the corners of his mouth curl up in what is not quite (not at all) a lupine expression, and claws tick on wood as he comes forward. It hadn't taken her too long to notice him. That was a good thing.

It must be strange for any kin to see their mate in wolf form. Here's the man you slept with x days ago, only.......he's got fur. Great. The large wolf approaches, growing as he comes, until it's a boulder-sized Crinos kneeling surprisingly lithe on the porch, one arm (longer than human proportion) draped across the risen knee. Wooden planks groan under his weight. Words rasp out, growled at the edges - "Why have you come?"


Edyta

Thu 08:44PM EST
Though at least this far away from decent civilization it was quiet. Solitude and quiet was someting she was overtly fond of, as Konrad had probably begun to suspect. Go knows she wasn't a particularly keen conversationalist most times. Most of the time it was one or two words, other times, when he managed to get her going it was sardonic commentary in reply to the own taunting nature he threw her way. Mark was, once again, left unaware of where she had gone this evening. Sooner or later he was bound to ask questions to which he would get no answers. Only silence. Secrets abounded in her relationship with her very mortal and average partner. Just as they did, at the moment, between Konrad and Edyta: Garou and Kinfolk mates.

"Surveying." Spying?

She'd come this far out of her way to look at what he was doing. No more, no less. It was more than likely not for his company. That required them to actually like each other. No, when it came down to it, this was more than likely her way of making it black and white and known all over: knowledge was something no one should ever forego.


Konrad Vrdoljiak

Thu 08:49PM EST
"Surveying," he repeats, and then the great wolven head lifts to scent the air, reading the tale of where she's been from trace chemicals airborne and lodged into her clothing, her skin, her hair. Yellow eyes sheen unnaturally bright in the light of the nearly full moon, and gleam with an inhuman, superanimal sort of intelligence. Taloned fingers stir lightly upon his knee, then come to splay on the floor as he rolls his weight forward, muscles loosening over abdomen and chest, tautening across back. Even crouched, he easily matches her height. "For what?"


Edyta

Thu 08:52PM EST
For all his change in stature - wolf to crinos - when corrolated with the fact that only a short while ago they had consummated the passing of their offical mating (business deal) she didn't seem all that put out by what she was watching. He was as well have been trying to invoke emotion from a block of wood. Leather chic, expensive perfume, and a mask of indifference. She may be on his territory now, but she was his mate (for better or for worse). He came uninvited into her apartment, she came uninvited onto his land. After all, he said he expected from her no less than he himself had already offered. He had come to her, she had come to him. Fair was fair in the terms of their arrangement.

"To look."

It was his own fault for giving her directions, regardless of the fact that she had indeed asked. Maybe he didn't think she'd ever bother to come out this way. People, it seemed, can be surprising. Then again, what exactly did they really know about each other? Nothing. (save that he may as well be thumping a block of ice, it would seem).


Konrad Vrdoljiak

Thu 08:57PM EST
A tilt of his head, so lupine. Then, very softly, a long low roughedged laugh. He extends an arm, easily spanning the five feet between where he crouched and where the door lay, turns the knob delicately between claws that could pull it off as easily as a man pulled a mushroom out of the ground, and nudges it creakingly open.

"Look then..." and his furred handpaw sinks to the ground, large enough to swallow her head if he reached out.

Inside, the layout is simple. A living room. A kitchen. A bedroom. A bathroom. Barely any furniture. No decorations. Nothing but the bare necessities. Nothing to make him weak and soft. Hardly the home of a lord...very much the home of a Lord. And at the door, hulkingly huge, he waits with breath steaming in the air.


Edyta

Thu 09:08PM EST
As per the terms and conditions that had been placed on their little situation she was here for a reason perhaps beyond just being inquisitive. He had the right to ask her one question about herself, as the Full Moon was coming their way soon, to which she could not answer with a lie. The choice of question was entirely left to his discretion. However, given their current state of actually meeting with one another (sporadically) she would give leeway to the actual day(night) when the question was asked. She would not pixie on the ideal of the agreement because only Gaia knew what he would do in retaliation (emotions were messy : so was childbirth). He was an Ahroun, it was coming into his phase. Temper were taunt as piano wire. She would not provoke a fight with a crinos form in the middle of the pitch black night when she didn't know where her feet tred on the abyss ground below. She may be many things: stupid wasn't one of them.

"Ask your question, Konrad." she stated nuetrally as she stepped up unto the porch and through the opened door.


Konrad Vrdoljiak

Thu 09:11PM EST
"Nn-nn." A very low, very soft negation. He turns to watch her move about, but remains where he is, sitting on his haunches with both handpaws planted on the floor before him, wolflike, humanlike, neither. "Too easy. Surprise me, Edyta."


Edyta

Thu 09:13PM EST
"No question," she replied blandly without turning to look at him. If the tone had been any cooler (remote) then it may as well have given him freezer burn. "No answer."


Konrad Vrdoljiak

Thu 09:15PM EST
And another laugh, soft as a viper's touch. His claws tick on the floor, then move muffled over carpet - on four legs and two and sometimes three, he approaches her back. "Who are you. To say no to me?"


Edyta

Thu 09:18PM EST
"As per the terms of the agreement," she replied just as blandly as she slowly turned around (eyes did not meet his, that would be stupid). "Every Full you would ask a question to which I would give a truthful answer."

She left her arms loosely at her sides, rolling her weight into a more balanced stance. Instinct and training kicked in.


Konrad Vrdoljiak

Thu 09:26PM EST
The flat of one claw is laid carefully beneath her jaw to tilt her face up to his. In the faint light coming in through the window at her back, his eyes are luminously yellow, backed by green: glowing.

"Your memory," he rumbles, and perhaps it is her imagination that the smooth flat of the talon (size of a smilodon's tooth) presses against her throat a moment, "my mate, is faulty."


Edyta

Thu 09:30PM EST
"Perhaps I was giving you a chance to ask something specific," she said, her timbre a straining monotone as she works the words pass the press of the talon against her throat. Indeed, where was a mate's position to say no to their Fullblooded 'spouse'. Especially so among the Lords. However, he'd had his chance to ask any of the more relevant questions and so he would get one word.

"Sona." That was his bit of information for this Full.


Konrad Vrdoljiak

Thu 09:34PM EST
That curve of his black lips: a growling snarl, or a smile? "Perhaps I prefer a challenge."

Sona.

His other handpaw lifts from the ground as he straightens, but where he should have towered over her, he instead stands only fourteen, then eight inches taller. Human in form and never spirit now, he stands shamelessly bare before her. He hadn't expected company. The talon whose curved back had pressed at her throat is now only a hand turned over to cup her neck, and then drop to his side.

"What does it mean?"


Edyta

Thu 09:41PM EST
Her eyes trail from his face, downwards and then back up lazily. Nothing she hadn't seen before, after all, but worth, at least, a look or two. She may show the emotion of a icecube, but instincts were not something that had been foregone. Male. Female. It was natural. She stepped up to his till the lines of their bodies were dangerous close to touching, provoking a warmth to seep where their personal space collided and battled. So close, yet so far away. She lent in and any usual man might think she would kiss her mate. To date, however, their lips had never met and perhaps never would. Too intimate, too close, too emotion filled was that sort of action. At the last moment she tilts her head and changes course so that her lips ended up beside his ear to breath warm breath against his neck as she said very softly.

"What you may call me in private."

To the mortal world she was Edyta. This? Was a glance into something beyond that facade. More so the impression given by the fact that it was a name to be only said in the privacy of their own conversation and no where else. She brushes her cheek along the length of his jawline before simply just turning away.

Turning and. walking. away.

She'd done what was required of her once per month.