A Moonlit Meeting (closed)

[Sita]

Sita pulled the shirt off her back so she's sitting in her undershirt and pants. Then pulls a pair of huge baggy pants from her messenger bag and sets it on the ground infront of him. ~Apparently so. Your lucky I was raised the way I was.~

[Morgan]

I nuzzeled the shirt over my head and did the best I could with the pants. So now I sat before her, a wolf in woman's clothing . . .so to speak. Then I hunched my shoulders I closed my eyes.
My black coat receded, my tail shortened and was gone, I wimpered a little as the last of my wolfen features vanished . . .
Then I looked at her again, a man.
My skin was soaked with sweat and I shook a little from the effort that the transformation had taken.
" . . .like I said . . .we have more in common then you think."

[Sita]

Sita threw up her arms as the sweat sprayed her. She nodded her head and smiled, "I'm glad you know." She tilted her head, "You look good in guys clothes that are two sizes to big for me." She lay back using her arms as a pillow, "So am I going to keep calling you wolf or do you actually have a name?"

[Yeu]

"Sita it was nice to meet you as well." He felt the power over and over again in the silence following. The anger in the music, the feeling that they were talking to each other in a way he couldn't overhear. It was clear to him that Sita at least didn't want anything to do with him.

"I see that I'm not welcome here so I'll take my leave. Maybe the next time we meet I'll get more than a cold shoulder." He walked away focusing his mind back to the town and the flow of power.

[Morgan]

I gave a half smile and did my best to tip my head in a respectful greeting.
"My name is Morgan, Morgan Elsted, once proud member of the northern wolf clan. It is a pleasure to meet you . . .in the flesh, so to speak."
I looked at her again.
"And, could I ask your name, my lady?"

[Sita]

Sita smiled and nodded her head in greeting, "Sita, daughter of Satan and Namid, foster granddaughter to the greatest female cheif of any native american village in history." She looked at the stars, "Wolves were highly prized by my foster people. As were tigers." She smiled to her self.

[Morgan]

I nodded to Sita.
"All animals are greatly respected among my clan, even those that we feed upon . . .though . . .I have lost the respect of my kin, and my clan . . .for failing in my duty as a wolf."
I unconsiously traced the claw-like scar on my right cheek.

[Sita]

Sita sat up and looked at the scar, then reached up, unknowingly and traced it with her own finger, "What happened?" She looked up from the scar to his eyes and noticed how close her face had moved to his as she looked at it, then moved away quickly but never let her gaze waver.

[Morgan]

When Sita touched the scar and asked what had happened, I noticed that she had come very close . . .I flushed a little but then cleared my throat and answered when she moved away again.
"It was a parting gift from the leader of my clan, Borgoth. I had chosen to vie for the position of leader, and in so doing, I risked my life and honor as a wolf. Needless to say, I lost . . .I was beaten and shamed before my pack, my family."
I gazed at Sita.
"But, to make sure that I would remember my failiure, Borgoth marked me as his defeated one . . .and for my folly, I cannot return home."

[Sita]

Sita looked at the scar one more time before unconsiciously traced the small tattoo her father had given her that lay on her upper arm. 'God had it hurt when I got it.' She looked back up to his eyes and wondered what she would see.