Makksi-

After seeing that bloody Alpha, I am instantly filled with a rage and am in need of a swift escape. Thus I retreat down the stairs as hastily as is possible. I ignore the set of eyes that I can feel piercing into my back, and what feels also as my very soul.

This is not what I desired for this morning. Firstly my mother declines my most reasonable request for relocation of the SilverMoons, and then secondly, there is the surprise encounter with the younger Alpha that leaves me unnerved and yet accompanied by a queer sense of serenity; the latter of which is most unwelcome especially of the person from which it came.

I currently make haste to one of the many mansion exits, impropriety be damned; and the servants step aside to make way for my quickened steps.

Upon taking but a single step outside, I find the weather to be quite lovely; a stark difference to the events of the day. I shift to my tiger-half and walk towards the rose garden; taking in the all too familiar scents. Dead leaves crunch quietly under my paws upon each step; my breathing and worries coming to a calm.

A bird flutters past and I feel my senses turn on high as I track its movements through the skies, the trees, the bushes nearby. I stalk the bird, a finch, and yet to my dismay it notices my presence and flies off to the far horizon.

Disappointing.

I’m then left with a lingering pull to either go back inside to the refuge of my quarters, or stay outside and find my favorite rock outcropping to sunbathe. The latter would be the most relaxing to this dismal day and so I decide relaxation is most prudent. I then saunter over to said rock formation.

The rocks are possible to house a few werecats, and yet, luckily there is not another soul inhabiting the location. With a huff I leap up to the top in a single bound, then proceed to form a grand stretch, and begin to find the most relaxing position upon my perch.

Minutes after, I feel once again the notion of someone looking in my direction, so I gaze upward and assess each direction yet see no one. Apparently I cannot find any relaxation to this day.

And then I notice movement from one of the windows. A servant? The feeling slowly grows in intensity until a figure emerges from the same door I had a while prior. They slowly make their way towards me and I oddly feel a slight familiarity with their presence.

He stands in front of me, a tall muscular god of a man with raven hair and the most beautiful green eyes I’ve ever seen. And then, the smell of dog fills my nose and I’m instantly repulsed by his presence. But not.

He stops a respectable distance then lowers himself into a crouch. A small warm smile plays across his features as he waves casually, and it warms me. “Hey man. I’m Lucca, you?”

I pause to ponder the situation. Perhaps I should shift back and hold conversation with this man, but also I am filled with a wary sense. I decide to raise up on my haunches before shifting back to properly greet Lucca.

“Makksi.”

“Cute name.” He expresses with a growing smirk and I daresay his eyes did travel across my body with a hunger. Cute name he says. How absurd of him to say.