Post by Drashar on Nov 16, 2011 17:26:46 GMT -6
Quoted Dax:
Dax entered the apartment a couple feet. The thing was huge. Spacious rooms with well designed furniture and colors. The apartment further reinforced his question of her motive to help. She was an alpha and it had been said that the leopard population in Dallas wasn’t much known, that’s technically why he came. He got the condo and before Drashar had met him in the club he would go about his suicidal tendencies till someone took his life. After the moment of conversation outside the club, his idea of why his leopard was so difficult explained a lot. Things were going to change. Maybe Dax could unfuck up his life. In any case, he still couldn’t go home, family kind of requested he stay away after his mother died, for “safety” purposes. They were probably right about that part. He knew he hadn’t eaten and he knew what he did, part of it was unconscious but most of it was a simple repeat of some cities he had passed through on his way to Dallas.
So he waited for Drashar to further instruct him. Being the idiot wasn’t fun. Guilt would eventually hit and he would feel terrible for causing so much trouble for Drashar. Dax would have been loved to have a good time, at this rate the least he would get a good reaming about his behavior. Dax rubbed his eyes and let his hands fish through his own hair, letting his hand rest crossed on the back of his head. Trying to prep for a mysterious crash course on being a leopard was going to be a bitch, but her statements outside the club hit hard, made him think of his mother’s words. She had been the first person to actually not try and kill him; he kept surviving the fights he was running into. He remembered a fight with someone who was newer than him. He beat the man to a pulp and walked away with a broken hand and nose. The next two fights had been alpha which were almost successful in his death, but he stand there in a huge apartment, with a beautiful woman who was highly annoyed and on the verge of giving him exactly what he asking for. Sad situation. Waste of a good night out on a more reasonable level.
Drashar entered behind Dax. She closed and locked the front door. She then moved further into the apartment. She dropped her keys and purse on an end table as she turned on lights on her way to the kitchen. "So how do you like your steak?" She walked into the kitchen flicked on the light. She talked to him as she moved around the kitchen. "Have a seat Dax. We can chat while I cook." She opened the fridge and pulled out a large steak and some salad fixings. She went to the stove and turned the fire on under the built in grill. She waited for the grill to heat. She sprayed some olive oil on the grill to make sure it did not stick. She seasoned the steak with salt and pepper and then plopped it onto the grill with a sizzle. She began to assemble a small salad in a bowl. ."So Dax how long have you been a leopard?"
Dax entered the apartment a couple feet. The thing was huge. Spacious rooms with well designed furniture and colors. The apartment further reinforced his question of her motive to help. She was an alpha and it had been said that the leopard population in Dallas wasn’t much known, that’s technically why he came. He got the condo and before Drashar had met him in the club he would go about his suicidal tendencies till someone took his life. After the moment of conversation outside the club, his idea of why his leopard was so difficult explained a lot. Things were going to change. Maybe Dax could unfuck up his life. In any case, he still couldn’t go home, family kind of requested he stay away after his mother died, for “safety” purposes. They were probably right about that part. He knew he hadn’t eaten and he knew what he did, part of it was unconscious but most of it was a simple repeat of some cities he had passed through on his way to Dallas.
So he waited for Drashar to further instruct him. Being the idiot wasn’t fun. Guilt would eventually hit and he would feel terrible for causing so much trouble for Drashar. Dax would have been loved to have a good time, at this rate the least he would get a good reaming about his behavior. Dax rubbed his eyes and let his hands fish through his own hair, letting his hand rest crossed on the back of his head. Trying to prep for a mysterious crash course on being a leopard was going to be a bitch, but her statements outside the club hit hard, made him think of his mother’s words. She had been the first person to actually not try and kill him; he kept surviving the fights he was running into. He remembered a fight with someone who was newer than him. He beat the man to a pulp and walked away with a broken hand and nose. The next two fights had been alpha which were almost successful in his death, but he stand there in a huge apartment, with a beautiful woman who was highly annoyed and on the verge of giving him exactly what he asking for. Sad situation. Waste of a good night out on a more reasonable level.
Drashar entered behind Dax. She closed and locked the front door. She then moved further into the apartment. She dropped her keys and purse on an end table as she turned on lights on her way to the kitchen. "So how do you like your steak?" She walked into the kitchen flicked on the light. She talked to him as she moved around the kitchen. "Have a seat Dax. We can chat while I cook." She opened the fridge and pulled out a large steak and some salad fixings. She went to the stove and turned the fire on under the built in grill. She waited for the grill to heat. She sprayed some olive oil on the grill to make sure it did not stick. She seasoned the steak with salt and pepper and then plopped it onto the grill with a sizzle. She began to assemble a small salad in a bowl. ."So Dax how long have you been a leopard?"
