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Shit, you okay?

[He might not know her, but generally people getting shot at is always a bad thing. If her senses are enhanced in human form, she may notice that Roddy smells like a rat.]

Um, yeah. {She said in a breathy, almost bland voice but it held the slightest edge to it. She nodded her head a bit and felt her shoulders slumping.}

It was on my families land, I am hoping it was just game hunter's...but I am not so sure. {She sniffs the air for a moment, pulling back to look at him. Her head canted to the side.}

And why do you think they might not be?

[Roddy then noticed the curious way she was looking at him after sniffing the air, and wondered for a moment if she was more than what she seemed. Of course, if she was, it wouldn't matter too much if she did catch a whiff of him.]

What?

{She shrugged softly, it was a graceful movement. When she spoke it still had that breathy, bland--almost disinterested quality to it.}

Because...you know as well as I why someone would shoot at us? {She gave him a pointed look.}

{She let her head fall to the left, her brows raised a bit.}

You know what.

[Roddy knew. Or at least, he had very strong suspicions. He shifted for a moment, not fully, and not so anyone could see. Instead, he changed in a way that only other supernatural sorts would be able to see, and for a moment they, or, in this case, she, would see him for what he truly was while keeping up an illusion for any onlookers. He sniffed and, confirming what he suspected, shifted back to human.]

Okay, yeah, I know what.

{Her brows knotted together when he did that, then raised slowly with a very small smile on her lips.}

Though what are you? A shifter? {She had no idea what each different classification happened to be. She only knew about wolves due to the man that bit her in her crib.

[He paused a moment, thinking of an explanation before he began.]

I'm a reinigen. Like...you, sort of. Only like a rat instead of a wolf.

Oh--kay, I've never heard of that before. I didn't know that there was more than just wolves out there. {She said softly, mulling over what he has just told her.}

There's more. There's like...way more. There's even like...beavers and stuff.

{She blinked a couple of times, her mouth working but nothing coming out of it. Then she smiled and cracked a laugh.}

Were-beavers? Whoa...

[Roddy grinned, almost laughing a bit.]

Yep. They're called eisbibers. My dad told me about them.

...and more names I can't pronounce! {That got a very rare smile from her, then she looked a bit more thoughtful.}

How is it that I never heard of your kind? But my kind is, like, all over the place?

I don't know. I mean, I know wolves are bigger and tougher than we are, and a whole lot harder to kill. Maybe there's just more of you?

Yeah, maybe. Though, I really wish that there wasn't...any even. {She didn't mind being a were, but she hated that she got bit at such a young age and had to hide that from everyone her whole life. Plus, she hated the bastard that bit her, and Angelique for cursing her in the first place.

And just because she was now dead, didn't mean that she still wasn't around in other ways!}

Yeah? Why's that?

[Roddy was used to being what he was. It was a part of him, and something he wouldn't change, even if he could. Sure, he'd like to be something a little bigger and tougher at times, but there was a lot to like about himself as he was. Then again, she was talking about wolves, not rats.]

Just because of how I earned it, and I wouldn't really give it up. I just don't want it either. {She said in a roundabout way.}

What do you mean?

[He didn't even understand what she meant by 'earning it', since as far as he was aware, you either were something or you weren't. There was no earning it.]

{She sighed and furrowed her brows a bit.}

How I came to have this...it was a curse from a witch who had issues with someone in my family. I got bit when I was a baby, because she set it loose in our home specifically for that reason, to curse me.

I didn't even know it could happen like that, but I guess that makes sense. Not like I know what all witches can do. I'm just like this because my parents are.

[Less drama and upset with a reason like that.]

Yeah, apparently it can. {She said in a soft voice, laced with anger and a bit of pain.}

Your parents are this, and you were born like this?

Yeah. Thought that was how it was for everyone, honestly.

[He heard her anger and pain, but he thought it best not to address it, mostly because he didn't know how to. Pointing out that it wasn't exactly the worst curse would be belittling her pain, and he could hardly pretend to understand how she felt when he never saw his own nature as anything beyond simply being what he was.]

{She loved it as much as she hated it. She wouldn't make a big deal of it now. She wanted no one else to make a big deal of it either.}

Two different worlds all on the same coin.

Yeah, I guess your right.

[The situations were different, what they were was different, but at the end of the day, they both were halfway between the worlds of man and beast, and both had been dealing with it their whole lives, or at least most of them.]

{She looked away, sighing inwardly. Then she looked back to him with a bit of vulnerability on her features. Then she schooled her look to her more surly demeanor.}

My name is Carolyn.

I'm Roddy.

[He saw the bit of vulnerability, but ignored it, his mind wandering over to the fact that she was pretty cute with both the vulnerable and the surly look. His eyes flicked over her, checking her out.]