Howl at the Moon [Mjolh]

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Fast as he was, he couldn't change direction in midair without lighting something on fire, and that was the last thing he needed to make his day complete, the fire department interrupting their sparring. Instead, he took the hit in the stomach, his large hands wrapping around her much smaller wrists as he rolled with the impact. She should have known better than to make it a close quarters fight, since he had an obvious advantage in size and physical power. Perhaps his unorthodox tactics were making her sloppy, or perhaps she had a strategy that he'd not yet considered. He would have to be wary.

They landed heavily in the earth, with him taking most of the impact on the small of his back, but the hit was dampened as they continued into a roll that ended with him on top. Forcing her wrists to the earth, he panted lightly as his claws dug into the ground. His greater weight was keeping her legs still, but he had no doubt that it wouldn't last for very long. His slitted irises slowly returned to their normal shape as the glow faded from his eyes and he backed off of her. Getting back to his feet, he looked around the clearing for his shirt and spotted it where he'd discarded it.

He took a couple of steps back as his breathing slowed to a more normal pace. He wouldn't put it past her to attack again, but his blood was calming enough that he was done with his moment of stupidity. Now, whether or not that meant the fight was over... That was entirely up to her.

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    He was entirely to damn fast, and sure footed for her gamble to have paid off. Because of course, she was an old lady (HA!) and he was not, and she should have known better. Despite her best efforts, he was able to guide their combined momentum down the small mound and into a flat spot, with himself on top, and her legs out of position to wrap around his middle or kick him off.

    Taking a deep breath, as he removed himself from her, Mjolh slid her feet under herself and then pushed up into a crouch, her toes digging into the soft earth below. The moment his back was turned however, she sprung up to her fullest height, and stepped in behind him, her arms wrapping around his middle and shoulder in an intimate fashion as she stepped on his calf, and then wrapped her legs around his middle playfully; "Feh, that was not very smart, nor respectful boy!" she laughed as she rested her chin onto his shoulder and looked over at him with a smile.

    Biting her lower lip playfully, she then climbed down his frame and danced around to stand in front of him, her eyes still shimmering as she peered into his face closely, as if inspecting him. "Royal eyes... Not seen the're like in some time. Strange and rare for a mix-blood like you to have them. Wager your father had a relation on his father's side to give them to you, but then so would your mother... So which was the half breed, and which was the full blood then?" she inquired as she watched him move, her eyes intent and pale.

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Keeping his footing at her unexpected weight was a challenge, but he managed to stay upright until she got off of him, teasing in her tone. The full moon staved off the mental weariness that he was starting to feel, but only just. His body wanted nothing more than to run on all fours, and fighting the urge to give in to his baser instincts was something that took more than a little concentration. A hyper female was not helping matters any, but then he supposed it was partially his fault. His actions would only encourage that kind of behavior from a female as dominant as Mjolh.

He stopped as she stepped in front of him, backing up a step as she leaned in to look at his face. Her scent was potent from their tussle, and the proximity made his eyes shimmer again.

"My father was half-blooded," he answered. "My mother was full-blooded. So was my wife. My daughter shares the royal blood, the first female in six hundred years, or so I have been told. Our line mostly produces sons."

His tattoos were the mark of an ancient Clan of kings, and the mark itself was only given to those with the features that showed the royal blood traits. If everything had gone the way it should have, his daughter should have shared in that honor, but if she was still alive somewhere, he didn't know where that was. The thought caused pain to flit through his eyes, and he stepped around Mjolh to retrieve his shirt.

"Earlier, you said that I had no right to valor not earned in blood," he said, picking it up from the ground. "What did you mean by that?"

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    Mjolh whistled lowly at his answer, her face distracted with thought for a moment before she turned to follow after him, her fingers tangling in her hair for a moment before she gathered her bundle and groused softly; "You don't fit, and it does not sit right with me." she said flatly, all trace of exuberance gone, and a shadow of disappointment colored her voice as she follwed him for a few paces, then moved back to a place in front of him.

    "You bear marks of a high captain, one who would serve as the personal aid and right hand of a high general. Seeing as I was the last elected High General over two hundred years ago, and I sure as hell don't know you from the last blood war, it leaves me with questions unanswered. There's not been a blood war recent enough for you to have served in, and surely there has not been a High General since more, and my High Captain had the honor of spilling all of her blood in the last battle of that cursed war." she looked back up at him, her eyes probing, seeing much she was sure he did not wish her too...

    There was a lot of loss and hurt in his eyes, and there was a wariness and secrecy that was far from wrong, but was more... Protective, than anything else. What was the burden he was hiding from the world, and why was it that he did not seem able to fit within what she knew to be true, and right, yet he managed to be convincingly honest with what little he had given as well?

    "What are you not telling me?" she asked flatly, her eyes narrowed, direct and piercing, yet kind and curious...

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Drew breathed out a long sigh before turning to look at her, debating internally. What could it really hurt if he told someone the truth? The worst that could happen was that she wouldn't believe him. And even if that was the case, she wasn't likely to attack him over it. Perhaps she could even help him in locating his daughter. She had the contacts all over the world, and she had lived long enough that she might have even seen her and not known it. Maybe he was just too used to keeping secrets, and he was having a hard time letting go of the habit.

"I..." he trailed off, not sure how to start. "Have you ever heard of technology that transports through time? Technology that allows one to move from one universe to another?"

Crouching in the dirt, he leaned his back against the trunk of a tree before organizing his thoughts. He'd never considered telling anyone before, and he was having a hard time thinking up how to even begin. There was nothing for it. Either she would believe him or she wouldn't.

"I was born in a universe where there was a war between the superpowers of the planet Earth," he said. "The Lycans tried to put a stop to it, but instead, they were dragged into it. My father was one of the Nation's high generals, but he was also a superhero in the human world. I was born into a war zone, about twenty-five years in the future. I grew up among soldiers; my mother and father fought for the freedom of mankind, and later, I did the same."

He looked up at her, trying to gauge her reaction, but he couldn't make heads or tails of it, so he sighed and looked away, speaking softly.

"In this universe, my parents will never meet. My mother is already dead in this world, and my father is... still young. He is the wolf you're looking for. William Talbot."

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    Mjolh, crouched in front of Drew and listened intently to him, her eyes and nose searching for any sign of deception, but finding none.
Crossing her legs and sitting down, she folded her hands in her lap, and furrowed her brow. "Aye, the histories tell of such technologies, but our kind outlawed them before we came to Earth." she said carefully, before she tilted her head and looked at him more closely.

    "I see then... And it would likely, cause more than a few problems if you crossed paths with your not-father-to-be then." she said tactfully before she reached into her bundle and pulled out a few wild mint leaves and started chewing on them. holding her open hand out to him, she sighed softly as she spoke in careful reply; "If what you say is true, then the only way I know of possibly sending you back, would be... Magical, in nature." she eyed him closely as she paused then rolled the leafs in her mouth around and continued; "Assuming of course, that it is even possible."

    She then stood up, and stretched, her eyes shimmering once more as she looked up at the moon through the trees, a soft hum in her throat as she pondered for a moment more then stuck her hand out to him; "C'mon up Drew, let us wander the trees and talk more on the matter, fate has seen fit to send you here, and then me to you, may'chance we should do ourselves justice and reason why?" There may not be a larger reason for their paths to have crossed, but Mjolh had lived too long to count everything or nothing to some grander plan, or random chance. It always seemed to land someplace in-between in her observations.