11-20-2016, 09:37 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-20-2016, 09:37 PM by DarkAurion98.)
Something inside the alpha changed. He thought the young designer came from L.A, hearing about his studies at the UCLA on the initial meeting, sure. However, what hurt was the "girl". He couldn't explain it. He just met the guy, and clearly they were planning common things for friends to do. Why does something feel different after hearing about a girlfriend?
Enough of this emotional shit. He chastised himself, always keeping a smile for the Mustang owner. Maybe? He laughed at the mountain mentioning. Maybe, I can kick your ass and wait for you at the top of the path, beer in hand. He teased, finishing a projection of one style Larry provided, under his operational protocols.
Sushi sounds good. Is that place close or do I have to use my hunk o' junk to get there? He raised an eyebrow, smirking.
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Already at the restaurant, the colleagues keep sharing, babbling about family, college and plans. This work will really suit you man. I wish I had recieved an offer like this back when I was at Uni. But hey, I can't complain either. My parents had it tough coming from Colombia, giving me a better future here at the states. He paused but continued before the younger one could. Not what you are thinking. My country is doing good, just didn't have the career I wanted. He took a mouthful of sushi, werewolf hunger obvious on his manners. Actually, when you think about it, that's a topic lingering on Gerard's head. Does Larry know about this species?
Afterall, the WALP (World Association for Lycanthropy Preservation), constantly keeps track of the number of humans in the planet aware of this species. Governments all over the world keep it as a secret, relying on accords and werewolves' good judgement to tell their condition only to humans capable of keeping silence.
It isn't a discriminatory act as some may think. Is the way countries protect the race from being chased by frightened humans. Even high ranks on several organizations are run by lycans, but the risk is too high, they all pick their fellow humans with care.
Obviously, with a desbording population, there are incidents, always neutralized by special response teams where the two races work along. Humans already have lycan friends, lovers, parents, sons, brothers, sisters. They won't give up on their furry partners.
As cute as it may sound, is a hard task, mantained day after day.
Back on San Francisco, the alpha listens carefully at the human omega in front of him. It was refreshing to see a man of this gender that is everything but delicate. He actually looks like a young alpha. He thinks.
Enough of this emotional shit. He chastised himself, always keeping a smile for the Mustang owner. Maybe? He laughed at the mountain mentioning. Maybe, I can kick your ass and wait for you at the top of the path, beer in hand. He teased, finishing a projection of one style Larry provided, under his operational protocols.
Sushi sounds good. Is that place close or do I have to use my hunk o' junk to get there? He raised an eyebrow, smirking.
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Already at the restaurant, the colleagues keep sharing, babbling about family, college and plans. This work will really suit you man. I wish I had recieved an offer like this back when I was at Uni. But hey, I can't complain either. My parents had it tough coming from Colombia, giving me a better future here at the states. He paused but continued before the younger one could. Not what you are thinking. My country is doing good, just didn't have the career I wanted. He took a mouthful of sushi, werewolf hunger obvious on his manners. Actually, when you think about it, that's a topic lingering on Gerard's head. Does Larry know about this species?
Afterall, the WALP (World Association for Lycanthropy Preservation), constantly keeps track of the number of humans in the planet aware of this species. Governments all over the world keep it as a secret, relying on accords and werewolves' good judgement to tell their condition only to humans capable of keeping silence.
It isn't a discriminatory act as some may think. Is the way countries protect the race from being chased by frightened humans. Even high ranks on several organizations are run by lycans, but the risk is too high, they all pick their fellow humans with care.
Obviously, with a desbording population, there are incidents, always neutralized by special response teams where the two races work along. Humans already have lycan friends, lovers, parents, sons, brothers, sisters. They won't give up on their furry partners.
As cute as it may sound, is a hard task, mantained day after day.
Back on San Francisco, the alpha listens carefully at the human omega in front of him. It was refreshing to see a man of this gender that is everything but delicate. He actually looks like a young alpha. He thinks.