Faline

Remembering the burns on his feet, I look back to him. He'd grabbed up his towel and is holding it loosely about his hips, barely covering much it's held so low. When I raise a brow, he looks towards Danica, who's standing next to Trisha. Giving him a grateful nod for that, I watch as he walks closer.

Walking on the balls of his feet, the man's balance is perfect. Well, seeing as how that's how he walks when on all fours, it isn't too surprising. The only other person I've seen walk like that on purpose is my sister, and that was before she became a dog. Wolf. Pooch. Whatever.

He stays by my side, looking at each person before coming back to me. Trisha nods to me, looking a little impressed. Guess she was listening, which is fine. Seth is eyeballing me as well, mouthing the word 'ass'. I send him a grin, all sweet-like. He grunts and falls in line behind us as we head out.

Glancing up to the male at my side, I ask him for his name. Seems proper anyway.

"Leidolf, and you are Faline?"

I nod, repeating his name in my head. Almost sounds German, but not quite. Too much lilt. There's blood on his knuckles, showing he's a fighter. Just like Skeet, this is no submissive.

He goes for the toilets first, dropping the towel just inside the tiled room. There’s not much for privacy to begin with so I hang back. Grabbing up a brush and setting the other assorted items next to a spout, I pull out the leftover strands someone left in the bristles. When he comes out and sees me with it, he looks at me warily once more.

"Your hair will be better managed if brushed before you wash it. You never brush long hair while it's wet, that'll just rip it out."

Wouldn't be offering if he didn't have that damn draw to him. Didn't do it for any of the others. This isn't favoritism y'all, just annoying magic crap. Just thankful it isn't the same kind of draw Xavier has.

Leidolf still doesn't look convinced, eyeballing it. My face hardens as I catch on to a reason that he could be acting this way.

"I take it previous experiences weren't very enjoyable."

He shakes his head. Not sure how to convince him that I won't hurt him. Usually, my being small and young-looking works in my favor for not looking threatening, but he's not fooled.

"Alright; I'll make you a deal. You let me attempt to show you how it's supposed to be used, and if you don't like it, I'll stop immediately. If I don't stop, you can eat me."

I get stared at for a couple of minutes before he slowly nods. Smiling, he gets motioned over. When next to me, I look up and bite my lip.

"Uh, can't do it when you're standing. Too tall. Can you kneel?"

The distrust in his eyes almost hurts, but I try not to let it get to me. Time passes before he finally lowers, eyes on me the whole time. When all the way down, I move around to his back.

My arm is grabbed so fast I let out a startled yelp. Seth comes running in instantly, but I wave him off. Trisha as well since the wolf next to me still hasn't eased up.

"Easier to do this at your back, but we'll try it your way."

Arm gets released once I'm in front of him. The handle is clasped between my teeth as I work at separating his hair to either side, trying not to pull too much at the knots. Also have to ignore the fact that my chest is pretty much in his face while I do this, having to lean so close.

Yay for clothes; saves it from being even worse. Knots don't want to work with me so it gets split into three instead of two. The place is still too damn quiet without water running, so I start humming. Sounds weird since my mouth is open, but it works. Leidolf blinks at me as I pull back, pulling the brush from between my teeth and starting to work at his tangled locks. Ha, no drool.

Being watched the whole time is a bit unnerving, but I deal. Working from the bottom and working my way up on either side, I look at him when I need to get at the back.

"To get the rest, I need to stand behind you."

Couple blinks then a nod. Sweet. His legs are apart to brace himself, but not enough for me to stand between them. Since knowing that trying to do so will trigger bad things, I adjust instead, feet to either side of his legs.

Since the strands are so long, I don't have to be too close while I do the exact same thing I did on the sides. My humming picks back up but turns into small growls as I fight with a tangle. Wolf’s head slightly turns so he can see me since the area I'm fighting with is towards the bottom. Hair is so long he can look with no problem.

When it finally gives, I make a happy sound and get to the rest. He has to turn his head back when I can finally go from top to bottom in smooth strokes. His shoulders finally relax as I spend a few more minutes just brushing, showing him that this is how a brush is supposed to be used.

Handle gets clasped behind fangs once more as my fingers take its place, running through the thick strands. Combing down and out, the backs of my fingers slip over the fur on his spine. Have to force myself to stop, laying his hair down and stepping to the side to show I'm finished.

The want to constantly touch is really going to get annoying, so here's to hoping it will fade soon. Golden-green eyes look at me, half shut and looking sleepy before he blinks. Giving him a smile, I let him know I'm done.

The Changeling actually looks pleased. Good. Glad I could change that one small thing for him. He gets motioned towards the shower while I clean the brush again. I don't care what people say, everyone brushes out strands, it's normal, not a show of balding or unhealthy hair.

Can't remember how many it's said that you lose a day, brushing just removes them. When I move to walk out, he clears his throat. Looking over, I ignore the nudity and the bruises covering him.

"Stay. Please."

Erm. Blinking a couple of times, I change direction and lean against the wall opposite his shower. Just watching him is awkward, so I direct my eyes elsewhere and think over things. Hands get put behind me and pressed into the wall.

At least two of the humans won't be able to talk to Lady till they're more themselves. Tasha might be able to, but I'd imagine her to be out for quite a while. Hell, even the animals will be unconscious for several hours yet.

It isn't just the body that needs to heal, but the mind too. Brain needs a rest after all that crap they went through. I was lucky compared to them on the whole abuse being dished out, also only had a few days while some of them had weeks.

Wayward eyes end up sliding over to the Changeling. His back is to me while hot water cascades over him. The various remnants covering his body slide away, stubborn patches get removed by wandering hands.

Oh God. I'm becoming a perv. I'm able to keep from gawking retardedly, but I still watch. Can't help it. Every time I look away, my eyes just go right back as if magnetic. Not good.

It's not sexual, not for me anyway, just the urge to watch. Too look at and touch. My hands clench into fists as I become a peeping pervert. Watching soap suds flowing over his legs, I miss that he had turned. Isn't facing me directly, but I have a lovely side view. Long hair covers his fur strip perfectly so it's totally hidden.

Probably why it's kept long; able to blend better. As long as it isn't windy while he's topless anyway. Teeth can always be explained away as cosmetic - one of those people who try too hard to be different from everyone else.

If only they knew.

His burns have to hurt, but no sound is heard as he washes over them. Even the ones on his inner thighs bring no intake of breath. The bruises on his rear end help hide the burns there, but once cleaned, they're obvious.

I don't see one who pretty much starts out as an animal being baby smooth in the bits department, so I'm assuming they shaved him. Have to blink a couple of times to make sure of what I'm seeing, but once I do, I can't help but grin.

Where other men have hair for a happy trail, he has fur. Not quite as thick as what's on his back, but it's pretty distinctive. Starting just under his navel and travels down to where pubic hair would start.

They shaved the hair but left the fur. Priorities.

Curious, I glance upwards to see...and yep, armpits are hair, not fur. Probably a good thing. Having gone up that high, can see his arms are raised, washing the hair on his head. Eyes are closed, but open as if feeling my gaze. I apparently have enough blood in me to blush, cheeks warming before I look away. Innocent enough to watch until caught, then it becomes all weird.

Not sure why. Guess it's more getting caught doing so that makes it so blush-worthy. Having started out animal, I doubt he has the same hang-ups that humans do. Thought I was over it too, but I guess not.

The blush fades, and while doing so, my hunger picks up. It's always there, a nagging in the brain that wants to taste everyone within range. I'd wager it works as an addiction just as others have with various liquid substances.

Ignorable, but always there. The need rises as time passes, much like normal human hunger, spiking when larger amounts of energy are used. Fighting, shifting, and healing to name a few. Pretty sure stress does too. Vampire stress feeding? Is that a thing? Don't think I want to find out. Blinking, I find my pervy eyes have once again made their way to stare at the humanoid wolf.

Rinsing the last bubbles from his body, he reveals the natural tan that's marred by the assorted blemishes. Real shame, he has a gorgeous body, and now because some assholes got grabby, he may never look like he had before they got a hold of him. The whole 'your body is a canvas' doesn't count here.

My head cocks when he pulls his hair back to wring it out. His ears are pointed. Not ridiculous elf ears, but clearly erect. Changelings are weird. Guess it does make sense though.

My gaze finds his once more as he walks out of the water spray. Have to look hurriedly away though, dripping wet males are a weakness to all females, especially when nude. Don't care what anyone says. Well, okay, maybe not to lesbians.