<div class="floatright">(https://www.thefamouspeople.com/profiles/images/brock-ohurn-1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 30th - afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Gardens - Secluded Spot<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Libby<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>date<br/><strong><br/>"When you imagined your mate in the past..what was she like?"</strong><br/><br/>Troy wasn't floored by her question. It wasn't salacious, but his answer would be very important. As he thought he idly traced shapes on the outside edge of her covered shoulder. The view from where he sat, arching over her from behind was more than appealing but he looked off towards the treeline - not wanting to be distracted.<br/><br/>"Hmm, over the years I have worried more about what I fear she may be like, then the preferences I had." He let out a rumbly chuckle. "If that makes sense?" He couldn't really explain it - he had just learned over the decades of hunting the world over what kind of woman would<em>not</em>compliment who and what he was. "Physically I know most ladies would be smaller than me but I always feared that fate would pair me with someone who was so delicate in stature and demeanor that I would be scared to touch her. My family is hotblooded and we often roar before thinking. It would kill me to have to always hold my passion and my tongue back if she was the quiet and contended type." Absently his unused arm slipped around her waist in a protective hug as a cool wind slipped through their patch of garden. "And my mind always went to the haunting 'what if' where my mate lived such a sheltered and idyllic life that my, ... for a better word, fucked up interests and longings wouldn't make any sense. I need someone who can get past my own personal crazy, not just my obvious species-specific shortcomings." Did that make him awful? That he didn't want his fated mate to be soft, sweet, and always happy? To him it seemed so.<br/><br/>And without meaning to he let slip is deepest fear about mating. For Trent, his lion and hybrid forms were not something he felt pride in like his brothers did (Though he would never directly admit it.). Any human mate would have to begrudgingly look past them. Perhaps that is why Libby's interest in his hybrid form always perplexed him. It had taken him a whole lifetime to come to terms with his nature - why should he just assume someone else would too so easily?<br/><br/>Fearing that he might wedge his foot into his mouth even further, he let his fingers drop from her shoulder as he reached for a bagel.