CLOSED - Last Sighting [Taryn]

[Taryn Rosalee James]

Taryn Rosalee James
theres a she wolf in your closet
open up and set her free
theres a she wolf in your closet
let it out so it can breath
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She tossed the medical gauze down on the bed and hung her head. She was ashamed and disappointed with herself. That fucking hunter had gotten the best of her and she was so angry. Sure, she’d killed him in the end. But he’d shot her twice and she hadn’t even heard him come up behind her. Taryn looked down at her wounds and grimaced as the healing had slowed to a near human pace. It was her aggravation that was slowing her healing process. Her body was too busy being pissed off to concentrate on the healing process. "Everything ok in there? Do you want a hand?" She heard Urjasz call from the other room. Everything is pretty fucking far from okay. She’d meant for the comment to stay localized in her brain, but her head snapped up as she realized she’d projected it to Urjasz’s mind. “Shit” She whispered under her breath.

Taryn looked to the open door and her heart raced in her chest. Sharing her telepathy with a pack outsider was something that Taryn never did. She may have used it to poke around in his mind eventually, but she was good enough at the skill to keep him from knowing she was in there. But now, she’d blown up her own spot and revealed a talent that few of her kind possessed. “Yeah, I could use a hand.” She called out loud to the living room. She was in nothing but her black bra and jeans, both of which held bright crimson stains. Her near nudity didn’t bother her, it was exposing her skill that did. Her hands clenched in to fists as her anger at herself rose to near boiling. She’d let a hunter get the best of her and she’d revealed a secret to a stranger, someone she didn’t know and had let in to her home anyway. There was one thought screaming inside her head.. What the fuck was wrong with her today?!?!

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
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What a strange city this place had turned into. Several times now he had travelled around, trying to relearn the streets and every time he bumped into some new face and even an old one at one point. Even though he had lost his faith many years ago, he was starting to wonder what the bigger picture was. He had met a hunter on the streets; a hunter who was later revealed to of helped Anastasia with Kyla's body. Was today such an event? This one off event holding a key to some extended future? As he pondered over these things, his thoughts were interrupted forcefully and he held his hand to his head at the surprise. "That is most unusual. I know that wolves, including myself can speak our minds when in wolf form, but human to human is rarely heard of. Must everyone I meet be gifted with such a thing I desire?" he called out, waiting for a spoken reply.

When she did finally speak out, he picked himself off the sofa and made his way to her room. Slowly pushing the door open, he let it open as he looked in. It was his first good look at her in this state and he gave himself a small smile. He would have no complaints about knowing her better. Despite his male nature, he was almost desensitized to nudity, despite this being a minor case. The life of a werewolf meant a lot of nudity. She seemed to be fairly accustomed to this lifestyle, and it was now that he felt the younger of the two. Until now he had felt like they were on an even par. "How can I help?" he asked, now unsure of how he could help anymore. Fixing himself he could do, he had very rarely helped someone else with their injuries. Such was the disadvantage to be a lone hunter. Or advantage depending on how you looked at it.

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[Taryn Rosalee James]

Taryn Rosalee James
theres a she wolf in your closet
open up and set her free
theres a she wolf in your closet
let it out so it can breath
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"That is most unusual. I know that wolves, including myself can speak our minds when in wolf form, but human to human is rarely heard of. Must everyone I meet be gifted with such a thing I desire?" Urjasz called out from the other room and she sucked in a harsh breath in response. Gifts weren’t usually welcomed with open arms by those that didn’t have them. Hers had been coveted before and she was careful to keep it to herself. Usually. This time, she had blown her own cover and if the man in her living room decided to use it against her, it would be her own fault. Taryn asked for his help, rather than respond to his comment just yet. She heard his feet move across her carpet as he made his way to the bedroom. She heard the door push slowly open, but she didn’t turn around right away. She was mostly nude and it normally wasn’t a problem for wolves. But, as she turned slowly, she saw a small smile on his lips that forced one on to her own.

"How can I help?" She looked down at herself and felt something that she hadn’t felt in years. Butterflies. She swallowed hard and cleared her throat, getting right to the point and pushing down the ridiculous feelings that were trying to claw out of her body. “I just can’t wrap it right.” She said to him as she stared down at her wounds. The healing was so slow it was barely noticeable anymore. She’d sufficiently aggravated herself in to human healing mode and that only made her aggravation worse. “I’m just.. Fuck.” She said as she sat down hard on her bed. It was a mistake. She grabbed her torso as fresh blood flowed from her wounds. “I can’t believe I let this happen.” The frustration she was feeling was written all over her face. There had been a few deaths in her pack back home and there was almost nothing she could do from here. It had her on edge and it had her making mistakes that she never would have made.

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
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She told him how she wanted him to help, but before he could reach her she sat down hard on the bed, making it worse for herself. It wouldn't take a genius to see that she was frustrated with the situation. "You know that you should be healed by now? What did the guy hit you with? I wasn't going to say anything as a lot of people have their routines and get pissy if I tell them otherwise, but I can sort out both the pain and the healing. Here, let me have a look." He pushed his hand into his pocket, feeling about the miscellaneous items that were within. Happy he had the right object, he pulled out a small pen like device. Kneeling infront of her, he unwrapped the bandages, allowing the wound to bleed. "Don't fight it" he softly instructed, before pressing the tip of the device against the wound.

With a click of a button, there was a jolt from the device and he stood up, looking down at her reaction. Already he could see the light of electra following through her veins. "The people I work for, they like to insure that their workers have a longer lifespan than their rivals, so they invest a lot of time and money into medicines. You have just taken my dose of electra, a substance which holds an overdose of the healing factors found within our blood. It's enough to kill a human but to an immortal it simply speeds up the healing process. But if a wound is left too long it will become a scar. Despite our technology, it can only heal fresh wounds. Just in case you ever wonder why I have scars on." He smiled and a little more powerful. She had her secrets, he had his.

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[Taryn Rosalee James]

Taryn Rosalee James
theres a she wolf in your closet
open up and set her free
theres a she wolf in your closet
let it out so it can breath
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She listened as he commented on her slow healing, but she was too deep in her own head to reply. Her sad eyes met his as he kneeled down in front of her with what looked like a pen in his hand. "Don't fight it" He said to her as his hands went to her bandages, removing them gently from her still bleeding skin. “Easy for you to say.” She mumbled as she watched him intently. He pressed the tip of the pen to her wound and a sharp breath hissed through her teeth at the pain. Before she could even ask what he was doing, there was a clicking noise and a blast of energy ran through her body. Taryn gasped, feeling the jolt run through her entire body. It went through her veins, in and out of every organ and as she watched, her wounds closed up tight.

She listened to his explanation of what he’d just done to her or given to her. It was called Electra and he’d just given her his hit. She put her hand of the now healed wound and could feel the light scar under her fingers because she had waited too long. Taryn looked down at her chest with its new scar and then up at the man that had given her his chance to heal a wound. He was smiling viciously and it made her smile. “Now we both have scars.” She said to him, her voice soft. “Thank you. Again.” She said as she stood up in front of him, the two of them almost too close for comfort. “You’ve saved my life twice now. I think its safe to say that I owe you one. And I always make good on my debts.” The comment was cryptic, but that’s what she’d intended. It was an open ended offer and she would make good on it.

(hmmm what to do now lol I love their dynamic together, Urjasz and Taryn would definitely cause trouble together hahaha)

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
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Urjasz backed off a bit as she got up, allowing the space between them to extend. "I like to think of them as reminders not scars. Reminders that we're not invincible. The moment we think we are is the moment that we are no more." She thanked him and he gave a small shrug. "Every good action, no matter how good the intention is, has an underlying second intention. For example helping an old lady kill the tenants in her home because they were rude to her could as easily be killing them for a new place to stay. Not that I did that...... And the old lady is still alive..... anyhow I just get bored of watching people being hurt, so I guess that's my underlying intention here. No need to owe me anything."

His answer was unusual, but he figured being direct would be more truthful than bullshitting his intentions. He knew he wasn't a good man and he didn't intend to sugar coat that fact. "Besides, every bad man has moments of good. A lot of dictators did a lot of good stuff for their country bar the usual take over kill everyone stuff. As the saying goes, every darkness has a light somewhere, but every light has a shadow too." Once again he shrugged, his points merely trying to remove any future compliments of his help. "You don't owe me anything. If you did I'd of made it formal." Smiling, he sat on the bed, realising how long he'd been on the floor. "So a pack eh? Do explain. I'd love to hear about the pack's history and how you came to power. Always enjoy a good history chat."

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[Taryn Rosalee James]

Taryn Rosalee James
theres a she wolf in your closet
open up and set her free
theres a she wolf in your closet
let it out so it can breath
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Taryn raised an eye brow at his story about the old lady and her shitty neighbors. But the look was quickly followed by a smirk as he added that the lady was still alive and this was a fictional story. She had a hard time believing that this hadn’t happened. He stood up and sat down on her bed, forcing her to step out of the way. She went to her dresser and grabbed a black tee shirt, slipping it on her arms and over her head, covering her new reminder. “This one will definitely serve as a reminder.” She said out loud, but in her head she finished with, ’A reminder to never again let my mind distract me.’ She glanced over her shoulder and added, “And naughty neighbors should be taken care of. Little old ladies are the last nice thing on this shitty earth.” She gave him her own smile and it said everything she wanted it to. Her smile said that she’d killed an annoying neighbor or two and she didn’t have a problem with it.

"Besides, every bad man has moments of good. A lot of dictators did a lot of good stuff for their country bar the usual take over kill everyone stuff. As the saying goes, every darkness has a light somewhere, but every light has a shadow too. You don't owe me anything. If you did I'd of made it formal. So a pack eh? Do explain. I'd love to hear about the pack's history and how you came to power. Always enjoy a good history chat." Taryn swallowed a lump in her throat as he asked about her pack. She was in New York on a learning mission and she missed her people every day. She stared in to the mirror above her dresser and ran her hands through her hair, combing through the dried blood that colored her blonde hair with a bright crimson shade. Taryn turned and sat down on the bed beside Urjasz. She didn’t look at him as she talked, because she wasn’t particularly proud of the way she’d come in to power. “I killed their Alpha Female.” She said to him, her tone flat. “And their Male couldn’t stand to be without her, so I put him out of his misery and stole the throne.”

Taryn looked down at her hands, palms down on her thighs, no signs of flinching. This was a story that she never liked to tell so she recounted it rarely. “I was alone for so long, my only comfort was a rage that I didn’t think would ever be saited. Lanara, their female, she was an easy target. She had won her way up the ranks with love not power, not strength. She was a quick kill and I’m sure you know, werewolves seek out the strongest to lead, not the best lover.” She took in a deep breath to steady herself. She had let her anger control her and in the middle of all that, she had killed the woman that another man had loved. She took from him exactly what the wolves that changed her had taken from her. “Marius couldn’t live without Lanara. It was in my nature to fight for the top spot and when he showed weakness.. He let me kill him. Under normal strength, I never could have taken Marius. I knew that and he knew it too. But, a broken heart is.. A broken heart. He was nothing without Lanara which made him nothing for his pack. I took the lead. They accepted me.”

Taryn stood up, the tension in her own body was consuming her. “Now, they want a male leader. Every pack needs an Alpha Male. With just me, just an Alpha Female to lead, we’re too vulnerable, too open for hostile take over.” She looked out the window at the falling rain, giving her back to the man, giving him the chance to prove himself trustworthy.

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
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Up until he asked about her pack she was fairly laid back, in recovery mode more than anything else, but the moment he spoke those words it was like a bad flashback for her. She sat beside him, giving him a brief sentence or two to summarise the situation. Urjasz had expected a pack history, but the guilt of the kill was clearly the first thing that came to mind with Taryn. This surprised Urjasz as she was the older of the two, yet she still maintained some humanity and sympathy for her actions. Her tale unravelled and the details, though missing the specifics, soon became apparent. He didn't speak as she spoke, he hardly moved. To him it sounded like Taryn had hit the jackpot, however hard the consequences of her actions might be. Turning away from him, she went silent, clearly allowing him to make a statement. Or to judge her. Or to just simply leave.

"Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other." He spoke softly, the phrase he had heard in the Kosovo War from a fallen soldier still clear in his mind. "I have never been in a situation where I could fight for the top spot. I've always been a soldier, taking the orders and doing the deeds. In our world, you can't just ask politely for someone to give their power to you. It leaves opportunities for them to use the said power on you. The humans live in a world where the person who uses the biggest words, betrays enough of their allies and even sells the souls of their closest friends will become the leader. We use the old methods because it works and to change it is to end up like the humans. If the strongest rule, then the species stays strong."

It was too easy for him to offer himself as the alpha male and he wasn't even sure if that was something he'd enjoy. She had seen his kinder, rarer side. There was no way he could stay polite when in power. "You feel pity for those you killed; not because of your intentions, but because of the unexpected consequences. No leader is worthy leading if they can't even fight off the challengers. It's a harsh reality, but it's better to follow someone who could tear you apart than to follow someone who is nice to you all the time. Who would you rather protecting you in a fight? The humans believe in good and evil, but we are both. We are the evolution of man; the evils of man increased. I've been told by countless immortals that we are more civilised than the humans. That is not so. We are animals, plain and simple. We're simply able to think about what we do."

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[Taryn Rosalee James]

Taryn Rosalee James
theres a she wolf in your closet
open up and set her free
theres a she wolf in your closet
let it out so it can breath
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He was insightful, she could give him that. Though he was younger, he was much more seasoned in the ways of their people than Taryn was. She listened to him speaking softly to her as she stared out the window at the falling rain. When he finished, she felt that familiar chill that settles in the pit of her stomach when she kills. “You have it right about the humans. They believe in good and bad, because they need to believe in something. They need to believe that the sweet mother of two is not the same as the serial killer sitting on death row. Why? Because even though that same mother would kill to protect those children, they need to believe that not everyone is capable of such terrible things. it’s a simple existence, your right, but if you ask me, it’s a stupid one as well.”

Taryn walked back over to him and sat down in the black silk covered chair that leaned against the wall beside her bed. She rested her hands on her knees and stared straight at the man in front of her. “About all those things, your right, your very insightful. But, about me and what I felt that day. You couldn’t be more wrong. There was no pity with those kills. Lanara and Marius were just rungs on a ladder that I was climbing. If anything, I killed them out of jealousy. Not pity.” Taryn knew what he would assume. That she had killed them out of jealousy for their power, for their pack, but it wasn’t like that. She had held a special joy in killing them. It was the same joy that sadistic serial killers feel and the same joy a mother would feel in killing someone that hurt her child. Taryn’s joy had come from destroying their undying love. Because why should they have gotten to have it all when she still had nothing.

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
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His words had been listened to and her response was one of intelligence. It may have come across as her trying to match his, but slowly they were revealing themselves to one another. A sentence here, a sentence there, testing the waters between them. "I agree. It's easier to believe that your closest friend wouldn't kill you for some kind of profit, or even for the fuck of it, but only a fool would believe that. It's there way of believing there is more to their existence than simply fucking and killing each other. And like the example you gave before, it's not to say that both together is ruled out. The world is very fucked up." Once more he gave a small smile, this time to lighten the comment of which he had put forward. He still didn't know where he stood with her and he didn't want to frighten her off. There was something about her that wanted him to know her.

The tale of murder and take over soon began to reveal the specifics that had been left out. How it amused him that a single piece of information can alter the entire image of a situation. "It is interesting that you should use that word so clearly. Most would try to find ways around revealing the truth of the matter. It is easy to imagine that you wanted their power and there could be some truth in that. Like I said before, every intention has a second one behind it. But answer me this; did you feel more powerful when the pack began to follow you or when you took the final breaths from the previous leaders?" Despite his earlier thoughts, he felt confident enough to ask this question. It was a way of avoiding discovering she was a spoilt little brat who wanted what she couldn't. That wasn't to say she was, but he wanted to avoid the possibility. Especially as she had revealed some mind power.

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[Taryn Rosalee James]

Taryn Rosalee James
theres a she wolf in your closet
open up and set her free
theres a she wolf in your closet
let it out so it can breath
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Most of the time, keeping her telepathic abilities under wraps was an unconscious thing that just happened in her mind. She was so use to keeping her proverbial doors closed to others that it was an automatic pilot type thing in her brain. But, for some reason with this interesting man beside her, she was having to concentrate on keeping up her locks and wards that kept her thoughts contained in her own mind. Keeping her own locks up was the easier part, but she was working double time to keep her own stupid self from digging around in his complex thoughts. But, like earlier, she couldn’t stay out of his head and deep down she didn’t really want to. She listened to the words he spoke out loud and at the same time, caught a little of what he’d said to himself afterwards. Spoiled little brat was what she heard screaming in her mind.

Taryn shook her head and looked straight at the man sitting next to her. Honesty was one of her best and worst qualities. She didn’t hide her past, her dirty deeds, or her good ones and she wasn’t about to start now. He wanted to know what she had been jealous of, that much was evident. She decided to answer his question and although she hadn’t intended to comment on his thoughts about her, they slipped in anyway. “The power came from their pack, from them becoming my pack. The power wasn’t in the killing, that was more.. Revenge.” It was a revenge they hadn’t deserved or even been aware of, but she’d delivered it anyway. “Killing Lanara and Marius was the best and worst thing I’d ever done. Seeing their precious love, the thing that they both lived for, and ripping it from them was the last satisfaction for a lonely little girl who had no one. They were so.. So fucking in love and it made me sick to my stomach to see them together. So, I watched and I waited and when the time was right, I stole from them what a pack of wolves had stolen from me so many years before.”

Taryn swiped at her eye before the tear could fall. She was a spoiled little bitch and he was right. She hadn’t wanted what she couldn’t have, so she punished those that did have it. “You read me well, I was spoiled and I wanted exactly what they had. But, it wasn’t their power I was jealous of, no that was an added bonus. It was something I didn’t deserve to have, but like you said, that’s how our world works. The one left standing at the end of the fight is the winner, as it has always been and always will be. And some day someone will knock me down and then I’ll pay for what I did to Lanara and Marius.” Taryn laid back on the bed and put her hand over her chest where a gaping wound had been only minutes ago. She could feel her heart beating fast and hard in her chest and she closed her eyes.

Taryn spoke low to him, keeping her eyes closed. “I’d stolen the only leaders the Thronnos Rokke Clan had and they still stepped up to follow me. They gave me the family I longed for and I gave them the protection they needed.” Granted, they’d only needed the protection because of her and it had all started out as a stupid girl acting out, but it was so much more than that to her now. They were her family and they’d forgiven her for what she’d done. With her eyes still closed she pictured that night so long ago. Her arms full of her baby girl and her husband at her side as the bright white snow fell down on top of them. The men had come out of no where and taken the only things in this world that had mattered to her. Taryn pictured that beautiful baby girl being ripped from her arms and without meaning to do so, she projected the full of the memory to Urjasz. She opened her eyes and let the tear fall down the side of her face.

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
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As he spoke his words, he felt a familiar sensation. He had always felt it around Zakhar. His secrets were no longer such; should she choose to she would see all the things he had done. And the enjoyment he had got from it. It was a subtle feeling, one that most would not even notice. To describe it would be to describe the unknown yet with such detail that you would be familiar to it. Her spoken answer was a surprise to him; he thought he had judged her correctly but he found himself to be proven wrong. Each step and answer a new clue to her true personality. For all he knew she only trusted him more than she would normally because of the previous subway events. She didn't keep still for long, beginning to expand on his question. Even the unspoken ones. Had he not known the feeling he would of soon guessed she could read minds. These days no power surprised him.

"I'll assume that a pack of wolves previously stole your life. You are not a pure blood wolf are you? It would explain your rise through the ranks. Don't worry, I'm not pure either. But I wouldn't deny that my human life was simply waiting for this one. You must of had it taken from you. It was given to me. Funny how the same two lives can start so differently. As for your deeds, I am not to judge your want for their....removal. If you see something that sickens you on tv, you turn over to another channel. If spiders scare you, you remove them from the room or get someone else to. This is no different. Jealousy is not a bad thing like most would have you believe. If you were not jealous of others then you would never bother to improve yourself. How are we to evolve if we are happy with our current state?"

She made him feel like he was the past finally catching up with her to punish her; something he was used to. However in this case he had no intention to be. If he had, she'd of known about it by now. Knowing her ability, he tried so hard not to think of those times, especially the torture of Kyla. It had been so brutal and even though she lay dead now, her closest friend would never truly forgive him, no matter what he did. "I don't believe you to be spoiled. How do you spoil someone who did not want what you give them in the first place? I see it another way. Your life was taken from you. Now you want to take something from their life. Even if it isn't those responsible. You were hurt, you wanted compensation. Their deaths would provide enough compensation to keep you happy. For now at least. But the one thing their deaths could never do and could never give was love. That is what you wanted."

Shifting slightly on the bed, he watched her lying down, touching herself where the wound had once been. Looking back forward, he added "As immortals we will never die of old age. There is no peaceful way to go. Rather someone who I wronged to take my life than someone who just wants to take one. You're right. One day someone will challenge you. It's what happens when you lead through force. It's simply up to you to survive it." Not long after he finished speaking, he had a thought shoved into his mind. It wasn't intentional, especially as it was a revealing memory. Closing his eyes to watch, he went through the entire thing before opening his eyes. "Now I understand. They took your family away from you. Now you're taking theirs from them. Fitting."

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[Taryn Rosalee James]

Taryn Rosalee James
theres a she wolf in your closet
open up and set her free
theres a she wolf in your closet
let it out so it can breath
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"Now I understand. They took your family away from you. Now you're taking theirs from them. Fitting." Her eyes went wide at his comment. She hadn’t intended to push the memory, but it was too strong in her mind and her walls were weak. Taryn let her head fall to the side and she stared over at her dresser. There was a crumbling photo in the top drawer that depicted her, her husband and their daughter. Shayna was forever depicted as the beautiful infant that Taryn remembered in that picture. The smile on her own face had been real and her eyes were staring up at the husband she was finally starting to love. She’d spent so many nights staring at that very picture, she had every inch of it memorized. She sat up again and it agitated her that she couldn’t keep still. “I didn’t mean to push the memory on you. But, yes, a pack stole my life and that of my family. I was forced in to a life that I didn’t want, because any life without Shayna just wasn’t worth living.”

She looked at him and then closed her eyes. Taryn dug through her memories, pulling out the ones she looked at most and shared them with Urjasz. Her daughters laughing face crossed from Taryn to Urjasz on an inhuman path. Her ability showed him the happy days of her life and they were all with Shayna. She shared images with him that she had never shared with another person, human or not. A slow smile crossed her face but it was quickly removed when one of his memories crossed with hers. She saw a young girl, she was beautiful. There were memories of Urjasz and the girl as lovers and a memory of her dead body. Taryn stood up fast and stumbled to the floor. There were tears streaming down her face and she stared up at him in horror. She’d seen many deaths through other people and it was always the same result. She took their pain in to her and it felt like she had lost that person. They hadn’t been close but they had been lovers and he had felt loss at her death. Taryn felt that loss now and she wanted no part of it. “I didn’t mean.. It got in the way. K-k-k-Kyla. Right?”

Taryn shook her head and steadied herself on the floor. She didn’t know the woman and had picked the name from his memories. She closed her eyes and wiped her face, but closing her eyes only brought back the memory of a blonde girl that she didn’t know weeping the name Kyla. Taryn cleared her throat and pushed herself until her back hit the same dresser she’d just been staring at. “I crossed our lines. I think I’ll stay out of your mind. For now.” She gave him a small smile that was only a band aid on the situation. They’d both been through a word of shit and they didn’t need to share the vivid memories of their individual hurt. “You wanna get out of here? Before my mind eats us both alive?” She said to him, her voice was playful and she’d meant it to be. Taryn had learned a long time ago that spending too much time in her own mind wasn’t any good. She was up for pretty much anything fun and anything that got her out of this apartment.

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
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Once more he was given another memory, this time he wasn't sure if she actually wanted him to see them. Her original reaction to revealing her power hadn't been good so this new situation he found himself in was unusual. "I'm sorry for your loss. I would lying if I knew what that was like. Did you ever get the pack back?" he asked, unsure of where this was going. He wasn't sure if she just wanted to open up to someone, anyone or if she was testing him. She had the power to see his thoughts; he only got the ones she gave him. It was rather one sided. Fresh memories filled his mind of her times with her daughter. Urjasz didn't know how to react, just sitting there looking at the memories without choice. Unable to decide what to think or say, he tried to just go blank. The reasons behind her showing him these images baffled him.

All of a sudden she jumped to the floor, moving away from him, tears streaming from her eyes. What had she seen? There was no fresh memory in his mind due to the images she had portrayed. The look on her face didn't help him discover which one she had seen. Life truly was grim for Urjasz if he couldn't narrow down his memories to ones that could shock her. For the last few moments he had been confused, now he was truly baffled. But then she said the name. Kyla. There was a small lump in his throat but he remained casual. Looking away towards the windows, he was quiet for a moment. Which memory had she seen? "She's dead now. There's no point in having to think about her. In my life I've seen friends come and go. If you get hung up on one, you'll never move onto the next one. I don't expect the same of anyone else when I die."

Taryn spoke of staying out his mind for the time being and he looked directly at her, his voice slightly cold. "It would be best for yourself if you did. There's nothing good that would come from it. I've killed more people than you've met." Having no intention to frighten her, he left it at that, his mind no longer a safe zone. This was why he was always straight with people. If he lied, they'd know instantly. There was simply no point. "Sure. Know anywhere fun? And what do you like to do for fun anyway? I don't have the power to simply have a look and discover" he teased slightly. He had come to a cross roads and now he knew she could see his mind, he decided to have a little fun. "Tell you what, I'll let you decide from a choice." Closing his eyes, he cleared his mind and had two thoughts; the two of them out in the public having a drink or two and the second; the two of them in the bed together. Smiling, he opened his eyes. "So, which would you like to do?"

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[Taryn Rosalee James]

Taryn Rosalee James
theres a she wolf in your closet
open up and set her free
theres a she wolf in your closet
let it out so it can breath
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"She's dead now. There's no point in having to think about her. In my life I've seen friends come and go. If you get hung up on one, you'll never move onto the next one. I don't expect the same of anyone else when I die." Taryn nodded, acknowledging the truth in what he was saying. No one knew how long they would live and for a shifter, it could be centuries. If they let themselves get hung up on the death and decay of it all, it would eat them alive. "It would be best for yourself if you did. There's nothing good that would come from it. I've killed more people than you've met." She stared right back at him and there was a mutual understanding between the two. Neither of them wanted to see the others dirty little deeds. She made her comment about getting out of her apartment and he gave and answer she hadn’t expected, but didn’t mind either. "Sure. Know anywhere fun? And what do you like to do for fun anyway? I don't have the power to simply have a look and discover Tell you what, I'll let you decide from a choice."

She watched as he closed his eyes and a smile that was both playful and dangerous came over his face. She felt the lines to him blow open and her eyes went wide. The visions crossed her path and she kept her eyes open seeing them together at a bar, talking, drinking, flirting. The next vision had her closing her eyes slowly. She could feel his skin on hers, his lips on hers and many other things like they were happening right now. Being so tightly linked to him, she could feel the smile on his face as he opened her eyes. "So, which would you like to do?" Her eyes were heavy lidded as she looked across the room to the man sitting on her bed. He was all man, that was for sure and she wanted him. A low growl came up in her throat and it promised things that both of them would enjoy. Taryn rose to her feet and walked to her closet door. It was a big walk in that she loved because it was big enough to dress in. She stopped at the door and said over her shoulder, “We’ll start with the first and move on to the second.” She gave him a smirk and went in to change her clothes.

Her apartment was a one bedroom and she lived alone, so there was no door on the walk in. She stripped off her clean tee shirt and her bloody jeans. Her favorite panties had been spared in the incident so she kept those on. Her black bra was a dirty brown color that would probably never be the same again. She unhooked the lace bra, her back to Urjasz, and tossed the useless garment in the corner. Her clean one was a simple black bra, but she liked simple. She grabbed a sequined black tank top and slid her legs in to her dark wash skinny jeans. She turned around to face the man on her bed and she reached in to the corner of her closet. She pulled out a leather shoulder holster that was already filled with a 9mm and two extra clips. She also strapped a throwing knife on to each wrist. She slipped her feet in to her low boots and slipped on her leather jacket.

Taryn stepped out of the closet and back in to her bedroom, this time fully dressed. She was head to toe in leather and metal, it was the perfect mix of sexy dangerous. “Shall we." She said to him as she turned and went out of her room. Her telepathy took no effort at all and without missing a beat, she projected an image of the two of them to him. They were covered in sweat and blood but the pain was all good and the sweat was earned. Werewolf sex, in human form or not, was a bloody mess and she smirked thinking about it. With any luck, tomorrow morning her body would hurt in all the right places instead of the wrong ones.

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