Tobys cabin

[Toby]

"Let's see." I demand coming up behind him to gaze at the painting "wow" I breath in wonder

[GamesMaster]

The painting is, disappointingly, absract. There's lots of browns and reds and blacks, but there's little pops of color here and there. The overall force of it hits Toby like a truck: he's suddenly, involuntarily, afraid and a little sick and alone and lost, his heart aching and his stomach turning. But the longer he looks, the more those small pops of color begin to matter. They almost seem to form a pattern, or, not a pattern exactly, but, a mood, a bit of... excitement. Something on the verge of unfolding, something a lot like the feeling he gets when he kills. Potential. And that potential is almost scarier than the rest of it. 

[Toby]

I sit down on the bed still a bit dizzy but pat a space next to me. "We should talk..." I say gently. He's perfect my perfect mate he's wild he just doesn't know it yet "how are you feeling"

[Jamie D'vart]

Jamie gestures toward the canvas. 

[Toby]

"Yah" I say rubbing the back of my neck "that was a dumb question...look I don't really know how to do this so tell me what you need or ask what you want to know and I'll do my best from there ok?"

[Jamie D'vart]

"Why?" he rasps. 

[Toby]

"Why what? I'm gonna need a little more than that to go on"

[Jamie D'vart]

"Why... this? Him?"

[Toby]

"That's... we'll....ok. The easy part of that is he tried to kill my kids. The pelts of wear pups go for millions on the black market. I killed him to send a message to the others who hunt us that we will fight back. And you will lose"

"As for me? Well that's more complicated. I'm a natural born wolf. A natural born to two humans. Humans that didn't want a wolf they wanted a human. They were Christians though and thought they could beat and pray it out of me. They tried that until the government stepped in and put me in a home for fur folk. By then it was too late. The official label on it is conditioned socosciopath. They tortured me so badly it makes it hard for me to have empathy. I still have it but I can turn it off. The military needed someone who could track enimay combatants and not care if they had to torture them once fought. They picked me up gave me a purpose and skills. Now I use them to protect my family, and for fun.... I like killing, I do, but I only do it when I can get away with it."

I sigh "I know this is your way of asking if I'm going to hurt you and the honest truth is I willing you let me. If you let me I'll tie you up and hit you and cut you and fuck you raw. But I'll never kill you and I'll always heal you after. If you don't let me then it'll just be rough carful sex like last night and I'll meet my needs elsewhere. But if you want I can teach you. Teach you what I know, you liked watching me and you want to try. I can teach you... if you want.... If not then we can just camp and pretend 5his never happened."

[Jamie D'vart]

Oddly enough, this seems to settle him a little. "My sister is... is a natural psychopath. Like you but... she came that way. We did everything we could and when she turned 18 she vanished."

[Toby]

"Sorry" I say gently

[Jamie D'vart]

"Not your fault. She's just... she's a throwback. Too fae to think like a person I guess."

[Toby]

"You're not like her." I say "even if I teach you you won't be like her. You have empathy and that's something that can make this even more fun"

[Jamie D'vart]

"You don't understand. Im the opposite. I could feel what he felt. The whole time."

[Toby]

"And you liked it" I smile.....such a lucky man I am to have found you "what was that like?" I ask