Grayell was a prick. He did not let he down, there was no consideration for her comfort and whilst he had not shown such ignorance prior well, he was certainly doing so now.
His foot kicked open the door and before she could register what was occurring, it bounced back and shut behind them, much of the light from outside gone. He set her down.
This room was sparse, dusty and deserted, a smattering of cargo crates and some farm implements strewn about here and there.
For her part Kiko was way past angry into incencsed. As soon as the chair hit the ground her feet were just a second behind it. She didn't pay attention to the room; oh the shape, condition, and general lay-out of it registered somewhere in her mind, but it wasn't important. Yet.
He was, though, and exactly where her rage lay. Kiko went completely silent, she did not even breathe.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell had his back turned to her, his hands on his hips, his eyes studying the room and ears listening for anything that could present a particular problem. He had no plan, no he only had impulse... but he did enjoy such games with her. Slowly he turned, his hand running over his head. There was no smile, no smirk. Just a quite relaxed and all too confident expression.
Kiko hit him right then and right there. She used the lower muscles of her calves and thighs to propel her forward and into his chest. She was hoping to catch him off guard, hoping to see his eyes flare when it occurred, and hoping to drive him right back into the floor.
It would put her on top. That was advantage she wished to savor.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell's face was struck with an almost sadistic glee and as she had wanted, he hit the ground like a felled tree. His hands went from his hips to only slap the floor as they struck and he grunted as his weight slammed upon it. His eyes wild, mouth now wide with savage teeth and satisfaction, he was not quiet.
Kiko dropped her knees. She pinned his hips in place with them and her eyes were savage.
Mad? Oh Wolf, mad doesn't begin to cover it.
She stared him down from only inches away. The look on her face was full of possession, fury, and something she had no idea how to describe. She could not describe it in this form. It was born of the wolf. Her mouth opened and the sharp edge of her canines shone white in the dark.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell chuckled, but there was more wolf in it than restraint. His eyes wouldn't shift from hers and his mouth reached up as did his chin, urged toward her. He didn't press too far, he wanted more than anything for her to remain in control at this point, he wanted her to express her rage and roam through it, learn.
This wasn't the first time... but here, in town, during the day after such a bold display...
Kiko's lips curled in a snarl. Of all the things she had expected him to do with the taunting conversation in the tavern, this one never entered her head. How dare he just pick her up like a... a... chair!
Her eyes flared open and she lifted her hand the claws extending from it, no longer even remotely human. She glanced at them once and then back at his body. That was all the hesitation she was going to dally in, too. The rake came right at his throat.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
It didn't make it. His hand and snapped to her wrist, his head had tilted to one side and just barely, barely beneath her claws was his skin, so very easy to tear into. She could literally clench her hand and end him rather quickly. The intent was certain, swift and deadly. The desire... perhaps.
If I hadn't anticipated that, you would have just killed me Lover.
Kiko's eyes and mouth said nothing in response to that. She was way too full of rage at the moment to process just what it meant, too. Kiko had done nothing with the half-form of the Garou. She had not thought about, truthfully.
She stared at him too, mouth working, just a bit, to get a few words free from the blaze of emotions in her head.
Then it is a good thing you can anticipate.
She was still angry.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell shifted his arm easily enough and eased her hand down to press on the floor beside his head. His other hand snatched at her other wrist and moved it as well, it took some force but without her mind committed to fighting it, she moved. It was not a disadvantage for her.
So now he lay, her pissed off entirely, her hands either side of his head. He looked at her without apprehension or concern and after a moment, eyes wandered down her front. His hands were free and with delicate, controlled stroked of his fingers from her arms to her waist, they settled.
Kiko's irises had dilated down to pinpricks. She was still staring at her clawed hand. It was twice the size of her normal one. Her eyes shifted to the other planted beside the Wolf’s head.
Definitely.
Twice as large.
The fury found something new to feed on. The anger Kiko had bottled up in the middle of the tavern, when he’d snatched her, chair and all, was tossed like kindling into the new blaze of rage.
Her irises swelled, though not nearly at full capacity. She was focusing on the other hand. The skin writhed wildly for several seconds. The fingers cracked apart, the nails sprung free from the ends of them, and before it was over both of her hands sported claws that could easily rip his skin apart.
Her voice came out harsh and shuddery as if she had been running for hours.
Maybe… that is a mistake.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell tilted head to one side, eyes still locked onto hers without a hint of nervousness. His arms came up, hands over hers; and folded those hands under his head. He settled on them like a pillow, taking his very deliberate time and then smiled, his tongue playing with that every-favourite canine. His voice had lowered too now, quite low, comfortable.
Kiko snarled at him. Her nose elongated, broadened, and a muzzle pulled free from the shifting lines of bone, muscles, tendons, and skin. The change was not halted there, either. Kiko’s ears were no longer on each side of her face. Instead they were standing upright, though somewhat buried by the dark strands of hair. But, it was the teeth that were the real danger. Strong, powerful, and brutally sharp her maw was now studded with teeth that could, quite possibly, rip his limbs right off.
Her voice when it came was sticky, thick, and as all-consuming as the mud that poured off the hillsides in her homeland every spring. Her eyes were furious. Her hands clenched up beneath his head. She was holding on to sanity by the merest of threads.
You should believe it. You should also start running.
Oh, she wanted him to run. She truly did.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell still remained prone, completely vulnerable. This had to be done. She had to have control of her Garou form and this was an impassable opportunity for her to familiarize herself with it. But that did not mean he was entirely certain on how he should approach this situation. To provoke or to sooth...
... he might just have settled for both. He simply kissed her nose.