#kyliedcnvers

Kylie haven’t seen a storm like this in years. She thought about going out and go to someone’s place but felt like it was unsafe to go out so she decided to stay in her cell and read. She have been trying to focus on her reading for the past hour but she couldn’t sit still. Frustrated, Kylie threw her book against the wall. Suddenly, she felt like she needed to get out of the small room. Fast. She opened the door cell so hard that the door broke and hit the opposite opposite wall in the hallway. Kylie looked down a her hand, “How the fuck did I do that?” she asked herself. And then it clicked. One of her biggest fear was to lose control of herself and that’s what was happening right now. She didn’t have time to react further more and felt herself slip away, her instincts taking over.

The woman reached out to the collar and broke it off her neck. She looked around and realized nobody was there. Kylie growled and felt her body aching, quickly turning into her werewolf form. It has been months since she have turned and she had to admit, it was feeling so good to be back. The brown haired werewolf ran out of the cell area and ran outside. Kylie stop in her tracks as she saw someone walking alone. She walked slowly towards them, her piercing blue eyes locked on the living being.

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He couldn’t just hang around. Everyone was getting on his nerves, he was finding fault with everything for whatever reason. All the worst parts about himself rising to the surface. His righteousness, his pettiness, his temper, his judgemental behavior, his jealousy... They were the protective barrier he was putting up against the voice that crawled under his skin, that he was trying very hard to ignore. The echoes of a master long gone, telling him how worthless he was. How no one wanted to save him, or even help him, because he didn’t deserve it. How Warren could leave marks all over Dhani’s body and no one would care. How they were there to serve two purposes: Dhani was his to use and no one would even care.

His arguments with Keith and Dominick already were proof of that to Dhani. Masters, especially, were proving themselves tonight. He needed to go home and just... avoid everyone. Including Quinten. He didn’t want to start anything there. Dhani walked from the ballroom towards the middle of campus, stopping as a wolf rushed out of the basement and into his path, however a few yards away. His bleach blond hair was damp against his head, roots coming through, his mask and jacket were still in the party somewhere and he put his hand over his eyes to see better as the rain pelted down. Thunder clapped somewhere far off.

Kylie. He hadn’t seen her in a while. He’d been too damn busy at work and having two jobs and thinning out his class schedule to continue to accommodate the demand of those two jobs was taking it’s toll on his social life pretty badly as of late. Why was she in wolf form? Dhani felt ashamed he couldn’t remember if she had actually gotten claimed or not... Or, she had and then got unclaimed? He sighed, not wanting to talk to anyone on the one hand, and then knowing he was long overdue for a date with someone who he did, honestly, consider family. But after that awful rental, they seemed to have seen less and less of each other, despite saying there was nothing to blame the other for. He didn’t want to think too much about it.

“Kylie,” Dhani walked forward, wanting to offer something now that she’d caught sight of him. “I’m not feeling good. I’ll text you tomorrow, okay? We need to hang out...”

He moved a hand up her leg, then touched her cheek, giving a smile, touching her hand. He then with drew almost entirely before pulling her legs into his lap, his hand trailing down them as he spoke.

“It’s funny... You don’t think about taking breathing for granted until you... simply don’t anymore. It’s all a production, you know?” Wat smirked, “All that exasperated sighing I do in class. Just an funny habit.”

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It didn’t take too long for Kylie to unpack the few things she brought with her to the Institute. It was weird to be back to this familiar place. She sure didn’t miss the way the slave was being treated for most parts. Slave. Anytime she thought about that word, a shiver went down her spine. She absolutely hated that word. She had a few doubts as soon as she came back to the island and remembered all the events that happened a few years ago. But she reasons why she came back outgrew the reasons why she left.

When she first got to the island years ago, she didn’t understand why people would come back to this evil place. She couldn’t wait to graduate and get out of that place. But along the way, she have met wonderful people and did learned to appreciate the place. It wasn’t all bad. Even if it was hard to see and believe it at first.

Kylie looked up at the clock and smiled as she saw that she still had time to get out and enjoy the evening for a little while. She walked quickly down the hall and walked outside of the building. The cold wind hitting her warm cheek made her grin. She could hear the waves of the ocean hitting the shore, immediately following the sound until she got to the beach. It always been one of her favorite place. She took off her shoes, allowing herself to feel the sand under her feet. She took a deep breath of fresh air and closed her eyes, enjoying the moment while she could.

“The meaning of the word ‘fetch’ is lost on you people sometimes, isn’t it..” Qhuinn chuckled with a shake of her head, as she watched Remus frolic in the surf with Seamus and Guinness, the stick she had thrown for them quickly forgotten. It was one of the Samoyed's favorite places to run and play, and as those things were always better with a friend, she hadn’t hesitated to watch the other two pups when Ciaran had jogged by with them. Grinning again, she let them do their thing, her attention once again focused on the magazine in her lap. Per usual with her this time of year, she had been searching for unusual and unique holiday recipes. That attention was once again redirected when the scent of another wolf blew in with the sea breeze. A wolf that wasn’t Ciaran returning. Alert now but still friendly, she turned, a wide smile now gracing her face as she saw who was approaching.

“Kylie! Oh my god, you’re back! How are you?” Jumping up, Qhuinn greeted the other with a warm hug.

“Quinten’s not home. He’s at work.”

The voice came from behind several minutes later, perhaps nearly where she might have started to give up. Dhani was obviously returning from the beach, judging by the surfboard strapped to the side of his bike and the soaked wet suit he still wore. It took him a moment. Maybe not everyone had read the memo.

“Kylie, I don’t live there anymore. I had Quinten unclaim me.” He explained, with some regret, almost apologetic. Even more obvious was the lack of Quinten’s pale grey soft leather collar around his neck. He wore a short necklace with three small wooden beads. Very tasteful, very Dhani, very surfer guy. Maybe even hard to mark down that he was a slave now, which Dhani had no objection to.

text: hiii! i need your opinion on something. i also texted beth about it but i need your opinion too.

“I don’t normally get chilled,” Damien laughed. “But, here I am.” He smiled lightly at her. “I guess, it’s a good thing that you and I ran into one another, hm?” He smiled a little bit, and leaned over, nudging her gently. “We should definitely do this more often,” he said. “I don’t get out nearly enough,” he admitted. “It’s way too easy to hide out in my home,” he laughed.

They chuckled a little bit at this, and grinned at her. “I could definitely go for some alcohol right about now.” They smiled at her. “And, then I would love for you to sit with me, and maybe you can help me get out of this slump,” they said. They smiled lightly at her, resting a hand on her wrist gently. They pressed their lips together and tilted their head to the side. “What do you say?”

[text] I'll manage. I'm not the one who died.