Dancing in the moonlight...

Distol could not call to mind any pets he had during his life. As he studied the recollections he decided that such a thing never existed. In his solitary home he remembered only isolation. The occasional postcard furnished the vacant refrigerator and though he never knew how they got there, he would read them. His mother was away for his entire life, yet until now the pondering never troubled him. He was quite superior at evacuating his mind so when he discerned the remote voice of Bruxa he was no longer ensnared. When her words featured flattery for his very specific awareness he simply shook his head and a simper of primacy surfaced, but he did not generate fitting words so the makeshift smile would suffice.

He could vaguely see the small wolf who concealed himself in the shrub. Distol gradually walked behind Bruxa and when she glimpsed over her shoulder to look at him the wolf blitzed, his claws scoring and grazing over two of her fingers before his withdraw back into the bush. This made Distol chuckle as he rested his hand on Bruxa's shoulder and stared at the bush. "I'd offer my help, but I don't usually take prisoners, " he tossed the hunk of animal flesh midway between Bruxa and the bush as if to win over the wolf.

"I'd offer my help, but I don't usually take prisoners " Those fingers were released from between her lips with his words and the chuckle that resonated from Distol. A coquettish smile formed on those ruddy velvet lips. A girlish giggle at his amusement with the situation of the first meeting between her and the pup. Dark eyes following the flung piece of meat that landed between her and the wolfling. Reaching out to snatch up the fragmented remains of the deer.

Knowing she could entice the pup out of hiding with the food. Rather than have the small animal devour it and still be hard to retrieve from beneath that bush if he got it first. Pulling the slab of flesh up from the ground and yet close enough that the young one would see and smell the kill. "No prisoners eh?" The would be familiar stuck its snout from beneath the vegetation, black nostrils flaring as it took in the scent of a much needed meal. "Not even knowing that prisoner could become a loyal pet?"

Bruxa scooted back on knees as the pup slowly began to emerge from its confines. The hunger overriding its fear. She backed into Distols hand as it laid perched upon her shoulder. "You look like you could have been a boyscout or something..." She mused, keeping her eyes trained on the wolfpup as it timidly stared from her to Distol to the enticing raw fresh meat. "You got some rope or even a belt to fashion a makeshift leash?" Of course, the plan was spur of the moment and the details were still being made as the scene played out.

Bruxa nearly always had a retaliation --everything he said was controversial, but she found delight in making every discussion amusing which captivated Distol's attention more often than not. He had quietly debated on how she was going to apprehend the pup. Already the honed fangs of the beast had grazed her flesh which revealed the wicked intentions. With none left to shelter him he had defaulted to instincts which made complete sense to Distol, by nature he was a predator and when beaten it was without doubt pure survival.

Regardless of what occurred Distol remained stationary. He regarded the wolf as it hesitantly crept from its place of concealment and was successfully allured by the offering of the flesh. Distol's voice innately lowered as if he was experiencing the hunt as well, "A loyal pet is something I can do without," he said with a smile before his head found luxury when contact transpired. His hand opened and fingers stretched against her cool yet refreshing flesh. When she compared him to a boy scout a broad smile was gained and he shook his head before promptly unlatching the fastened black stud belt. Unsure of how she would make it function he transferred the belt to the hand that lightly pressed against her flesh and bit by bit enabled the accessory to glide down her body and eventually into her lap. "Mind you, as soon as I think of something you are similar to I'll tell you. Shouldn't you be focussing anyways?" He said with a gentle squeeze of her shoulder.

"A loyal pet is something I can do without" Eyes stayed steady upon the prize at the end of the battle. Smiling at Distols words even as she watched the black furball warily as it crept close. "Thats too bad to hear, I'm guessing you've never experienced a loyal pet then." Bruxa mused as that mischevious expression contorted onto the pixie like features of her face.

Keeping her shoulder leaned into his hand as his fingers sprawled over the delicate region. The perch of his palm seeming to keep her steady as the adventure continued. The studded belt draped over her upper arm. The black strip sliding down the front of her body to drop into her lap in response to her quesion. "Mind you, as soon as I think of something you are similar to I'll tell you. Shouldn't you be focussing anyways?"

A wry smile formed on those smooth velvet lips as she held the deer meat up higher. "You do that, no matter where you are, you come find me and tell me.." A quaint girlish giggle spilled from her mouth as she continued. "And I am focused damn it, now if you please, taunt this youngling with this while I try and get your belt...errr the leash on him..." Those ebon hues never faltered from pup as it zoned in on the food dangled in the air. The two humanoids all but forgotten as the hunger overtook its senses.

Never had Distol owned a pet nor had he ever encountered the concept. Nobody he knew had a pet, yet he understood the simple ones faultlessly. He could succor them which had transpired just moments ago and was now sustained when she requested his cooperation yet again. He failed to assemble a reply to her speculation so he appeared to turn a blind eye to her and allow it to collapse into nothing, lost forever in their growing quantity of topics.

His eyes were not anchored on her or the wolf so instead they danced between the two leisurely. "Sounds like a deal." He initially said after both of her statements and also before she fancied a reply he spoke a second time, "Look at you . . . making me do all of the labor. Typical woman . . . do I get a reward?" he spoke in a teasing manner. Distol was quick to react, instantaneously obtaining the ration from her hand and now standing adjacent to her within seconds. His eyes set on the wolf pup who had been gripped by malnourishment, but yet the animal kept his canniness. Distol took a dwarfish step toward the wolf before he adjusted his hand so the meat was directly in front of the fated wolf.

He remained noiseless and the wolf proved very unwilling, but soon his forefront paws elevated and he took hold of the his meal, fangs unsheltered and sinking into the meat as they intended to do upon Bruxa's flesh previously. Distol was moving the wolf without notice, hauling him back as he grazed until he was relatively close to both Bruxa and himself. Perhaps a leash would be unnecessary, however, Distol knew nothing of this and viewed Bruxa as the more educated in this taming process. Distol looked at her and faintly laughed, watching her instead as the wolf loudly fed. "Easy enough."

Bruxa never noticed where Distols eyes laid, whether on her or the wolf. Keeping her own concentration on the pup until at least the raw meat was plucked from her hand as he spouted his teasing words. "You've not done all the labor..." She jeered playfully. "A reward? What would you deem fitting for your deeds?" She kept up the frisky banter between them.

With the wolfling focusing now on the food within Distols grip, she went quickly to work. Looping the leather strip of the belt through the buckle and pulling it through until it formed a nice loop. As her comrade took a step in front of the puny wolf, she shifted on hands and knees behind it quietly. As the front paws of their prize lifted up, Bruxa made her move. Swiftly she drew the loop of the belt over the pups head and around its neck just as the wolfling took hold of the meat.

She didn't tighten up the makeshift leash, just holding it loosely as it seemed that Distol had control over the young canine. Eyes darted up to the man as her future guardian began to gnaw upon the fresh meat. "Easy enough because you were here..." She let that impish smile brighten those pixie like features as she added. "Maybe you do deserve a reward"

(I apologize for the wait.)

“My deeds . . .” he repeated faintly, initially a jest and now a contest. The routine smug smile and a protected posture while remaining positioned behind her. His eyes allowed the viewing of the unchallenging capture. A despairing growl, a suppressed yap, but the poor wolf was far too conflicted with his malnourishment, which made feasting mandatory. Afterwards some protest may come to light, but by that point in time Bruxa Vipir would have attracted the wolf safely and gained sovereignty over the beast.

Distol’s hand released the block of meat and he adjusted so he was vertical, standing and stretching before he turned his back to both Bruxa and her youthful warden consumed the sacrifice. He took a single step and her voice was perceived, but such a thing did not alter his footfalls as he approached the closeted lake most took no notice of. “Maybe, maybe not.” He arrived at the water and knelt down. His hands dipped within and he removed any trace of the ichor that still dripped from the cracked skin of the buck.

The task took little time and he would stand, air-dry his hands by jiggling them at his sides and approach her, but he would stop with a generous distance between them. “You don’t need a reason to help someone. That is the hope of all humanity.” Spoken with both prowess and genius, he revealed a yawn as his eyes patrolled the brushland encircling them before stopping on.

"Yes!" She spoke up brightly as Distol released the piece of meat. The pup pulling slightly on the makeshift leash as it grappled the food to the ground and literally tore into it. "For your part in our little adventure..." Glancing down to what will become her faithful familiar with a smile. "We did good..we make a good team it seems..."

Ebon hues slid back to her comrade for the evening as he moved to the lake to wash the spoils of the event from his hands. "And I know one does not need a reason to aid someone, but let's be frank, you are the one who brought up a reward..." That whimsical smile reformed on those velvet lips with a high arch of a lone brow. The amused look conveyed within those pixie like features.

Attention refocused back to the young cannine. The wolfling gulping down the last of the meat. A gentle tug was given as the buckle tightened slightly high on the back of the small beasts neck. A step taken forward as the leash was tugged once more before letting the strap relax and the new pet looked up to its Mistress.

Bruxa let an almost purring sound release from her mouth and the pup took one step forward and stood by her side. In its eyes it still had a look of confusement and fear. Knowing it had been fed by these creatures and just young enough to follow the one who will provide for its needs. "And look how smart little DJ is...already learning..." Eyes flickered between Distol and the wolf. "So made up your mind bout that reward yet?"

A team. To his knowledge Distol had been without an associate for his entire existence. He was never part of a team and quite frankly had no attraction for the idea. But Caislin Hallows was experimental for the experiment that Distol Beoulve truthfully was so perhaps companions weren’t a bad thing to consider.

Still he remained bewildered himself. His eyes abandoned Bruxa Vipir and occupied the obedient wolf she had welcomed into her life. Well disciplined and optimistic –surely the wolf would come to be a magnificent pet, but Distol’s original ideas endured. “It was a joke, but I wont refuse a reward.” His limbs became animated and his stride was focused on Bruxa and her beast. “This is harder than you’d think, I only get a single reward so I want to make it count,” he stated as he halted within reach of the woman.

His hands lifted and he encountered an element of drowsiness once more, the weariness of the day’s events prior to the apprehension catching up to him as well. After the yawn he knelt down and offered his hand with hesitation to the wolf who watched him with heedfulness, the carefulness of the wolf escaping as he leaned forward and poked his nose against Distol’s palm with a little whimper, however, shortly after his tongue advanced to taste Distol’s flesh with the first leak of a joviality future as he dropped to the ground and flattened, lifting his head and tilting it.

Distol glanced up at Bruxa with a wide smile; he applied his hand a final time to the wolf and stood with satisfaction. “By the way, I didn’t think of it until now, but if I look like a boy scout does that make you a girl scout? I figure we settle this now as I keep thinking about it as it’s far better than me barging in on one of your classes, pointing at you, and calling you a girl scout. My brain is a little weird.”

Bruxa could tell by the look of confusion on Distols face that he just wasn't getting any of her teasing. As he strode forward she could see he grew weary. Whether it be from the exertion to disinergrate the adult wolves or just her or perhaps just the dull area as he had put it earlier. Another yawn was given as he knelt to offer his hand to the pup to take in his scent.

The wolfling tentively sniffing then licking at the back of his hand before its now full belly took the small cannine into a blissful state also as it flopped to the ground between them and watched. "I can understand making sure the one reward would be good enough....almost like a genie granting only one wish..." She mused as that impish smile stayed afixed to those plump smooth lips.

"A girl scout?" The amusement contorted the pixie like features of her young face. "Why? You hoping to test my cookies?" A chitter of giggling erupted as she tugged on the makeshift leash. A soft growlie sound was given. Almost as if she was communicating with the dog like creature so that it stood once more and turned its head to look up at her. "But you seem tired my dear Distol, should we retreat from this place?"

It would appear their visit to the closeted lake was coming to an anticipated close. Time exhausted in Bruxa Vipir’s company was not a waste by any means for several reasons . . . first and comparatively overriding was the most simple –he had earned a friend. He experienced the thrill of hostilities whilst preventing Bruxa from becoming injured and accompanied the damsel while she acquired her beloved pet and future protector.

The events were not exactly overtaxing, but Distol awoke earliar than most and being the avid physical enthusiast he was no stranger to calisthenics and isometrics which led up to the daily exercises of sumbrada, contrada, sinawali, hubud-lubud and sequidas which are classical body conditioning and training exercises sadly unknown to most.

Once vertical his hands sank behind his head and infiltrated the colorless ‘blob’ that occupied his head. A convincing stretch loosened his limbs while his ears perceived her babbling concerning the reward that had now revolutionized into a wish. His eyes were soundlessly welcomed over her figure and in the fullness of time became notified of her fleshly lips, which became wavy with her mockery as it was uttered. Her smutty words earned a chuckle and an unending smirk. Also in the following silence after her final remark over his wearisome circumstance he took a few escorting steps onward and towards the way they had came. “Yep. A girl scout,” he repeated with another tug of his powerful hands in an attempt to seemingly crack his own back, “also I like cookies, but I’m picky.” Fled his lips as he sustained the unhurried stride.

Eyes cut towards Distol, she could tell he was becoming condescending. Watching as he walked away and she half dragging the pup, pausing for it to catch up as she began to make her way around the expanse of the small lake.

"Well then...I hope you find the girl with the cookies you like" Came her response, feeling the statement was made to allude that she was not the kind of girl he wished to really spend time with. It wasn't unusual, not many fancied a vampire.

Needing to retrieve that black leather duster she had left on the opposite bank of the waters edge as she walked behind him, slowly training the wolfling to walk on a leash. "I thank you for your assistance..." She began as they neared the targeted area. "And I will make sure you get your belt back." She added as she picked up her coat and looked to the trail that had led her to this exclusive area.

"I shan't take up any more of your time" And with that she gave a quaint smile and a tug of the lead around the small wolfs neck, ready to take him back to her dorm for more intense training.

Voice; piqued . . . possibly at fault was Distol’s inability to behave in the situation.

Body language; troubled and awkward . . . likewise at fault his gracelessness.

Her thoughts; betrayed? A mystery.

“Well then… I hope you find the girl with the cookies you like,” Distol’s movement quit and in silence he performed a recollection of all that had happened.

I can figure out the point of anything, I can figure out the point of anything.

The meeting, the quarreling, the fight. As he reviewed he identified the misinterpretations which led to them point of discomfiture. Bruxa Vipir passed him and his eyes adjusted from the blackness he had perceived while lost in thought. Idle hands at rest at his sides and parting lips with interest in emitting righteous words that would clear up the uneasiness, yet no such words were expelled. Such was the role of the thinker . . . he played out the different possibilities including her, to his knowledge, chilled embrace.

Something cut through his benumbed senses and his strengthened voice flowed to her position, “You’re welcome, Bruxa. Also don’t worry about the belt,” he added while realizing there was only one known path out of the maze and it was near Bruxa’s renounced belongings she abandoned prior to the strife. Life returned to his limbs and his footfalls would arrive where the two once stood and connected. “You never did,” rolled a dumb murmur as he dropped to his grass, lie down and spread out with eyes not set on observed the noticeable and magnificent sum of stars.

Evensong for the starless mass.

"But I will have no need for the belt after I get him a proper collar and leash..." She informed him as he reclined back onto the grassy bank of the hidden lake. Tugging little DJ up to Distols side and holding out the end of his own belt that served as the lead. "Hold on to him for a minute..would ya?" That southern accent drawing out the words as she stood next to him, looking down on him, possibly blocking his view of the twinkling stars overhead.

Coat laid over one arm as she held it up slightly if his gaze moved to her. "Be better if I got this back on instead of trying to lug it around and control a young wild animal" Bruxa mused as that smile reformed faintly back onto that bowlike mouth. "And besides...its only proper that I return the piece of clothing that you so gallantly gave up for our little adventure.." Coal black hues slid up and down his body as she awaited for him to either take control of the pup once more or refuse her request. "Just give me your dorm room number and I'll drop it off soon as I am more equiped with my new pet..."

The belt was not especially important to him as the clothing accessory truly was a dime a dozen, however, Bruxa was apparently fixated on fulfilling the deed like a true friend and he would not deny her a second time. Besides what true purpose would she truly have for the belt? This notion forced Distol to chuckle and his thinking following her response summoned a cheerful expression as the final outcome. His body shifted into more of a seated position and he gently clutched the makeshift leash when offered, however, there was very little disagreements occurring on the opposite end as the miniature wolf whom inherited a variant of his own name seemed content and increasingly comfortable between the two. His fragile frame even maneuvered to Distol and nudged into his side in more of a playful manner in surprise. Slightly shocked but equally intrigued the senior placed an aggressive hand on the pup’s backside and pushed him into submission with ease. A high-spirited growl and a sidestepping movement then resulted in Distol’s hand seizing the wolf’s jaw and gently pushing him back. At this point Distol released the leash and when the wolf recovered and pursued the seated man a backwards roll to safety was flawlessly executed by Distol and in a mocking posture he mimicked the wolf as he arrived on all fours in a challenging manner. “Also it is kind of chilly,” was the comment she received as Distol and the wolf continued. This time the initiation was Distol’s own as he lunged to the wolf and grabbed him skillfully, falling to the ground and rotating so his back brushed against the rough grass and the wolf dominantly lay on his chest. Distol’s laughter seemed to lure the carnivore from his hostile state and ended the bout with a triumphant lick of Distol’s chin.

All was forgotten. The frightened pup that had been intimidated by their very presence now felt entirely different. Distol, who had personally annihilated its guardians, was now viewed as one. He escorted the wolfing off of his chest and stood, seizing the leash on his return to his feet. “I’m in room I.” He stated as he transferred ownership of the leash into her willing hands. “It's just me in there and I don't know any of the others --I wouldn't mind company sometime. Though I will admit I'm not the cleaning type."

It wasn't that she had a pet peeve for returning borrowed objects. It was more of the fact that she didn't want this extremely helpful man to fade out of her life just yet. Perhaps it was a bit selfish on her part. Noting his vigilance and the ability to destroy the adult wolves within a blink of an eye. He was decidedly one to keep around.

That faint smile only grew as he chuckled and sat up. Relinquishing the leash into his hand. The wolfling pup readily accepting its new caretakers. The two seemed to playfully wrestle around while Bruxa slid that long leather overgarment of a coat back on. Coal black orbs kept vigil over the mock battle between the young animal and the boy as they continued to roll around on the banks of the hidden lake. "Room I" She repeated as if saying the words out loud would store it in her mind.

Taking the leash and with a gentle tug and a growly purring sound the pup stood at her side obedianly. Though its eyes still lingered on Distol...its new playmate. "Don't worry, when I visit...it won't be to inspect your room but instead to see you" She assured him with a playful wink. "And besides..." Bruxa mused as she continued. "It seems you and little DJ here have formed a special bond" A side glance down to her new pet and companion before lifting her gaze back to man before her. "We can't have you disappearing out of his life just yet can we?"

Distol knew he was powerful, but he truly did not know to what magnitude. The boy only knew the fundamentals of runic energy, the runes, or what effectiveness it had over him. He was not making a new discovery diurnally, however, they were frequent and even if Dr. Victor was a ‘pain in the ass’ the man knew his discipline well and was Distol’s greatest confederate and supporter, however, he was quickly uncovering companions at this school for aberrations and black sheeps. “Oh?” Distol said with a detached snicker to her confessions. He watched little DJ scramble back to Bruxa’s side and with a single forthwards step towards the two he applied a sharp-witted nod and upheld a meaningful inspection upon Bruxa.

“I’ve learned that women usually maintain custody so if separation was to transpire . . . would I even have a chance?” He jested while he imagined the wolf as a mock child between the two of them in a high-spirited approach. While he articulated his feet aspired to transport him directly in front of his companion. The wolfling took an enjoyable lap around them before he settled back near her side with his exhausted eyes stable on his keepers. “So when should I expect you or do you desire this to be a spontaneous thing?” His head appeared to natural tilt as he presented the question to him. He could feel their time together drawing to a close as midnight surely pressed.

The coy smile formed on those plush lips. The corners of her mouth twitching up as an amused look was conveyed within those pixie like features. The folly of his words bringing the playfulness back into what time that had left together. Glancing down to the wolfling and then back to Distol as he manuvered closer, standing in front of her.

"I have heard that every offspring needs a mother and father in order to maintain a healthy lifestyle." It was easy to tell she was holding back a giggling fit as that smile only grew wider. "So yes, I do wish that little DJ consider both of us as part of his pack" As she spoke the young pup had circled around them. The makeshift leash entangling around their legs and binding them loosely together.

Ebon hues danced back down to the pet as he resettled by her feet. Dark eyes climbed back to Distol as he posed his question. "I'm sure once I get back to my dorm room I can find or even make some sort of collar and leash, so we can set a ..." The smile turned mischevious as she took a brief pause before finishing her statement. "...Date, if you are so inclined"