<div class="floatleft">(http://slodive.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/dreadlock-hairstyles/red-dreads.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Eva Bellamy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=254149.msg12567233#msg12567233)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>San Francisco / August 3rd / Mid-Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Alexei Mikhalev (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=254149.msg12560335#msg12560335)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Meeting his Wing Man<br/><hr/>No matter what Alexei might imagine, their little corner of the world was not truly empty but for him and Vallei - not completely, at least.  A lithe figure remained no more than half a football field away, silent and well-hidden from sight - though only the silent part was entirely intentional.  After all, shade was the friend of all redheads, even those who unabashedly adored the sea and still wore a thick layer of SPF 75 on days<em>just</em>like today.  Eva still rested on a towel in the sands - granted, one she'd 'liberated' from a local Holiday Inn once upon a time.  The thick lengths of her fiery dreads were bound into a grand, loosely wrapped bun at the nape of her neck, her hands snaked behind her head and fingers twined to complete the feel of a pillow on the otherwise soft sands.  She wore only a pale green cotton sundress and her underwear this day, still lazily undecided if she'd be headed out for a swim, and unable to 'liberate' a bathing suit with the same ease she'd done her 'beach towel.'<br/><br/>One slender, elegantly arched foot lay lightly over the other ankle, swaying in a slow, leisurely rhythm as if to some music only she could hear.  Blue eyes so pale they were nearly grey peered up to the slats of the pier overhead, viewing but not really seeing the rather dull sight of the boards and trusses and posts that comprised the structure.  Eva was here for the sea - her beloved, teaming sea, humming with the symphony of life only she could hear, from the small chirruping, clicking and cheeping notes of vast swaths of ever-swimming krill to the far distant bellows of the great whales beyond the horizons.  This was the peace Eva desperately needed if she were to cling to her newly-won gains in the world of humanity.  She did not flee to the desolate places anymore.  Though she could still feel the rising bile of panic in the back of her throat whenever she entered the center of a large urban center, she could force it back now, breathe through her terror and not face another two days of lying someplace dark and silent, nursing the agony of her migraines.  Eva even had her own room in a local hotel, paid for by the week through her daily collection of odd jobs, cleaning an office here, pet-sitting and dog walking there.<br/><br/>She was learning, bit by bit, day by day, to control the 'gift' she'd been given, and not let it control her.  These small steps had been years in the making, even if not a single other soul in the world understood just how far she'd come, or how hard she'd fought, for every last one of these oh-so-small and humble victories.<br/><br/>Eva sighed contentedly, suddenly sensing a similar note nearby - one invariably familiar, and welcome, and distinctly canine.  By this time she did not even think of what came to her as naturally as breathing, a tendril of her thoughts traveling over the sands to lightly whisper a greeting to a near-wolf.  She certainly never meant to call the dog to her, but the ever-playful creature seemed to have designs all her very own this day.<br/><br/>She turned her head in the direction she sensed the dog approaching, squinting over the sands to make out the golden-white form hurtling toward her in the sands.  Eva laughed, just a little incredulous as she sat up on her towel, amazed at the exuberance, very nearly palpable the closer she came.  The young woman grinned as she sat up, cross-legged on her towel and arms wide open to happily greet the panting, wiggling bundle of happy dog into her lap - or at least as much of her as her lap could actually hold.  Claws might have scraped against the bare, pelt-less human skin of Eva's thighs and calves, leaving long red, bloodless welts behind.  And more than once a powerful, swishing tale<em>thumped</em>into her arm and shoulder, but she really did not mind.  The dog's undiluted joy was contagious, drowning out most anything but her desire for Eva to... To...<br/><br/>The young woman frowned, not entirely sure she was hearing the little dog right.  Big brown eyes peered up to her, the most endearing expression on her maw, long pink tongue lolling, one floppy ear cocked to one side, the other perked up high and all but quivering in her excitement.  The dog was obviously well-fed, much-loved and tended - someone somewhere adored her dearly.  She had a pack, of course, but she was nigh insistent that Eva come... Come<em>meet</em>her pack?  Her pack of one...<br/><br/>The young woman did not understand, but she stood to her bare feet anyway, pale eyes scanning the long, lonely lengths of beach until -<br/><br/>-<em>Oh dear God have mercy...</em><br/><br/>If this happy, bright golden dog were not glued at her side this instant, Eva might have melted into the shadows at her first sight of the dog's human running full barrel in their direction.  He was a tall man -<em>very</em>tall, even to Eva.  Wide too, well-muscled, with old tattoos scattered wherever she could see bare skin, the closer he came.  'Intimidating' might be the understatement of the century.  Eva glanced down to the dog at her side, closing her eyes for a moment to block out sight entirely, concentrating only on the canine's emotions and perceptions.<br/><br/>Suddenly she knew this man in ways he could not have begun to imagine possible - all the ways in which his Vallie knew him:  the vast array of his scents, his body washed and unwashed, swathed in strange chemicals after he let the running water wash away all his good, rich aromas down the drain; the heady perfume of his un-booted socks at the end of the day; the tasty table scraps he shared without fail; the feel of his strong, knowing hand gently scritching at the itchy spots all along her pelt; the musk of the semen he ejaculated, even when there did not seem to be any mate in sight...<br/><br/>Eva cringed, shuddering at that last shared sensation.  That last one might have been a step too far there, but dogs really didn't have much in way of filters - one always had to tread carefully with them.  Still, whoever this terrifying mountain of a man might be?  There was far more to him than met her eyes - his dog promised as much, after all!<em>She</em>did not fear him in the least, and the closer he came?  The young woman realized there was a certain rugged, even ragged attraction about the man.  Still, Eva licked her suddenly dry lips nervously, peering down to the happy, wiggling bundle of canine joy at her side who would not leave her be now, stubborn and single-minded beyond all reason, until she'd gotten her way.  Another long, steadying breath, and Eva stepped from beneath the pier.<br/><br/>Despite the naturally red hair, Eva was not one of the innumerable gingers who sported freckles.  Instead her ivory skin all but shimmered in the sunlight, from the soft slope of her shoulders beneath the spaghetti straps of her dress to the smooth mid-thighs and slender calves that carried her from beneath the relative shelter of the pier's shade.  The dog walked at her side - for a time at least - as if Eva were a member of her pack all along.  She lifted her hand to wave to the man, as much a gesture to catch his attention as anything like 'friendly.'<br/><br/>The dog wriggled happily, tail swishing mightily to-and-fro, as she seemed to peer up expectantly to her human.  "Hi," Eva began lamely, clearing her throat swiftly before continuing on, one long hand sweeping downward in a gesture to encompass the dog beside her.  "She uh... She belongs with you, doesn't she?"