<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/c3/57/11/c357112f56a80a8dde93a49960cd4d7b.jpg) </div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 30th - midday<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Women's Dorms, Room 202<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Libby<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>Heart in his throat, still<br/><br/>"Oh!"<br/><br/>Troy was dumb-founded. She responded with blows the last time she heard him talk about it but, now, ... she seemed not to be fazed in the least. She was right to wonder if he was even breathing as he somewhat forgot to operate his lungs - waiting for some kind of acknowledgement. Well, something beyond just... 'oh'.<br/><br/>Then, some kind of levee broke open inside of her and she began to unleash a torrent of all the things she had held back from him, held back from anyone. The part about the boys trying to get her alone, well that made his hands clench into stone. It was a good thing she didn't finish that sentence or she might have to excuse him while he tracks down the bastards. Prison? She was actually in prison? His eyes glanced to her delicately shaped but strong ankle and couldn't imagine the torment of being locked away for a mistake, for just expressing the natural powers your possess.... especially when she was being bullied for them! He grit his teeth, seething against those who had done it to her.<br/><br/>But it was the near trembling way that she hid her eyes, that she steeled her body against more rejection, from him, that he softened. He did stand up, but not to move away. He kicked off his shoes and slowly sank onto the bed next to her, his arms moving to wrap around her waist. He wasn't holding her tight - no, just reaffirming his presence there with her. He wasn't leaving.<br/><br/>"I'm so sorry Kitten." He rested his chin on top of her head. "You were young and only defending yourself. It ... doesn't help to ease the guilt you feel but it wasn't your fault." He leaned down and looked her into the eyes from the side. "Do you hear me?" His went back to lightly cradling her without creating a barrier to escape if she wanted away from him again. "I grew up as a pup... that is pretty common for my kind. But it wasn't until puberty when I stayed mostly in my human form that I began to shift as a hybrid. It was... frighteningly violent. I could control myself as fully human or fully lion, but the mix was harder for me than all my brothers or sisters. One time I changed I was playing on a sports team and got hit - really hard. The guy was a dick but he didn't deserve being nearly mauled to death." Troy closed his eyes and let out a long breath. He still felt his gut tighten when he thinks of that boy in intensive care with gashes down his chest. "It jeopardized all my pride had worked to become part of the larger human community and we had to move. But I didn't go with them... not for a long while. I was sent away to be 'dealt' with." He lightly drew his fingers up and down her back. "That is when I learned Tae Kwon Do, to control myself."<br/><br/>Troy kissed the top of her head and rested her chin there again. "We're quite the pair, hmm?"