<div style="text-align: center"><h1 class="advBBCode"><b>Jakob Hopkins</b></h1>​</div><br/>The words<i>"past"</i>and "<i>followed"</i>made his nose twitch uncomfortably. He had had those...it didn't end well.<br/><br/>He scoffed when she mentioned she could handle things herself and nodded with a soft chuckle when she admitted her fear. He could tell that admittance cost her a lot.<br/><br/><b>"Russian?"</b>He didn't intend on voicing that out loud. Talking about the past resurfacing, memories of his time in the cold North flashed in his head, building up his flood of anger, shaking his mental dam so much that it flared in his eyes and his hairs mildly rose. And just as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone, his expression softened with a genuine warm smile as he reassured her of the woman's safety.<br/><b>"Don't worry Velaria, nothing will happen to your friend. You have my word on that."</b>He had learned to exert complete control over his wolf. Rage was bliss but the havoc it leaves behind, hauntingly eludes one of sleep.<br/><br/><b>"My car is out at the clearing." </b>He said leading the way. And that's how the concern over Lyden was tugged under the carpet for a later time.<br/><br/><b>"And do call me Jakob. Shove off the formalities, makes me look too old." </b>He said that last part with a laugh. Jakob urged to break the ice and have her calm, for behind all this stony outer shell, he felt strongly there was something so uniquely beautiful, peaceful and caring. Like a sapphire gem.<br/><br/><b>"Like sapphire."</b>he whispered to himself.<br/><br/><br/><i>Tagging: Velaria</i>