we built this city on broken glass
Abigail, Frost had decided, was a creature of decidedly incredible fortitude. Even despite her near girlish, innocent demeanor. The red-haired woman so hardly seemed concerned about his veritable lack of having horns, nor this Oliver's efforts to chastise her for asking. Indeed, the vivacious young woman so merely seized upon that new information that he was surely an elephant before she plowed veritably onward with her newest of fascinations. Whether or not he possessed 'mammoth tusks'. That very query so prompted her to lean forward as if a closer examination of him might yet reveal such curious information. Never, in all his life, had he met a woman who was both shy and bold, loud and yet reserved, sharply intuitive and yet naively innocent. Indeed, Abigail was an enigma of all sorts and yet how intriguing that was in turn. She was simply so....unlike any woman he had ever known. Certainly she was a far cry from those girls he had grown up around on the frigid tundra if Iceland. What a baffling creature. That very bafflement, in some fashion, seemed to linger upon the stallion's face- even if only vaguely. Frost, perhaps, the near polar opposite of the fire-haired woman before him. His own emotions were so tightly sealed behind that ever-present mask and yet he could hardly help that faint tilt of his own head as he eyed the girl.
"You seem unusually interested in my appendages today, Abigail."
She had not, after all, queried him about such things upon their first meeting. Perhaps this fascination had something to do with her newest male companion- whomever he was. Frost inclined to admit that if this man was her newest boyfriend then he was, in the least, preferable to the supposed vampire she had been dating before. Even if a distinctly predatory scent lingered about him. A unique scent in turn. One neither feline nor canine. How very curious. His own curiosity in Oliver however was once more derailed by Abigail's ruthless pursuit of his own species once more. The woman seemed near disappointed to learn he lacked those horns before demanding to know whether or not he was a hippo, or better yet, a black and white Panda. His hair was so apparently white enough to merit such a belief. Abigail glanced back toward Oliver in search of confirmation before Frost's head simply shook once more, a gesture so clearly missed by Abigail herself as she so suddenly squealed. The woman all but launched herself towards him then as her arms wrapped around him in a hug. Frost's very figure near froze beneath her, the stallion becoming rigid beneath that hug. The man simply distinctly unused so such grand gestures of affection- especially from those he hardly knew. The stallion made an effort, all the same, to lift one arm and lightly return that very gesture- awkward though he felt.
"I...uh....fear I may disappoint you still, Abigail. I am neither a Hippo nor a Panda."
Her arms unwound from him then, the girl appearing distinctly deflated at such news. Had Malia truly not told her what he was when they had met? Perhaps it hardly mattered for now. Frost seeing distinctly little reason to inform the woman of just what he was in the presence of this...man she had brought with her. How readily he could feelask Frost what he was. Those words so at last coaxing a simper of amusement to the stallions features, his violet gaze readily meeting oliver's own.
"So could you."
Those very words held no harshness, indeed those cool lyrics were little more than a simple statement. A direct bluntness of sorts that so personified the stallion in most things. Frost so taking a good-natured amusement in Olivers efforts to satisfy his own curiosity through his companion. An intriguing man. One, it seemed, whom was inclined to cut right to the manner of their visit. Frost, in turn, inclined to enjoy that direct manner of asking. The stallion offering an equally direct response. He desired Abigail for his pack, why shouldn't he? She would be an excellent edition, he was certain. What was uncertain was why this other man seemed to have taken up some desire to guard the woman. Then again, given Abigail's nature, perhaps it was hardly surprising another had taken to protecting her. Oliver's offered hand was met with Frost's own. That tension between both men eased with that gesture before Frost stepped aside to permit them both entry into his home. Oliver remained ever watchful and yet Abigail was quick to pronounce his hallway safe before all but bouncing inside. Frost, this time, unable to prevent that faint shake of his head. Both men were inclined to that same thought at that moment as both seemed to eye the jubilant woman as she danced down his hallway.
Frost's very question in regards to her boyfriend as he shut the door behind them, so seemed to prompt a near musical laughter from the woman. Abigail quickly insisted that Oliver was not her boyfriend but rather her 'bestie best', whatever that was, the man apparently having informed her that she was unable to join his pack until Oliver had assessed whether or not he was 'creepy'. Hmm. Both violet eyes rose ever so slightly in surprise, Frost affording Oliver a near curious look once more before his gaze shifted to Abigail again.
Frost gestured for both to follow him then, the man leading the way further into his home and into that warm living room, the crackling of that fireplace affording that room a decidedly comfortable feeling as Frost moved to all but collapse into his favoured chair. That very gesture alone in a near subtle display of his own...good intent in so allowing that more rigid demeanor to shift. One he suspected Oliver would recognise and Abigail would remain oblivious too. Those various trinkets around the room and Icelandic books sure to prove a distraction to her. Oliver, as before, was quick to move to the point of that meeting. The other man held much the same opinion of Abigail as he himself had. Her simple innocence made her a decided target for those who would....use it. Frost's features remained distinctly un-emotive once more, the man toying contemplatively with the the leather arm of his chair for several moments, his gaze glancing toward Abigail before shifting to Oliver again. His fingers stilling suddenly.
"I had much the same thoughts when I met her for the first time. She is very trusting of people. Too much so."
Frost paused once more, the man near anticipating Abigail to interject with what was likely to be a declaration that such a thing was hardly true. Abigail, in her exuberance, instead choosing to intimate that if he said no then surely Oliver could start his own pack- with herself installed as 'vice-president' and yet such a plan was surely hardly needed if only because Frost would like Oliver too. Hmmm. He had hardly anticipated this. It would not be...imprudent to see where Oliver's own thoughts lay in regards to joining them too. It was rare for male Were's of....decent nature to present themselves. Oliver intriguing enough that Frost was hardly uninclined not to attempt to gain his loyalty in turn. Oliver, at least so far, had proven to be the sort of man Frost found agreeable even despite that low level of tension that still persisted. Oliver was blunt. That alone was a worthy trait. Frost merely offering Abigail a nod once more.
"I do not dislike Oliver."
Such words, from Frost, were distinctly rare in every sense. Indeed the stallion was, more often than not, inclined to dislike everyone. How rarely he allowed himself to suffer fools. Oliver, he suspected, was much the same.
"Beta, I suspect, is a better word than Vice-President, Abby."
That simple correction was offered with that fleeting flicker of a simper once more. Frost was unable to prevent that amusement he took in the idea of Abigail in any position of leadership, much less a Beta. The woman was hardly incapable, rather, her good nature would surely see her admit....anyone and everyone into Olivers pack with the insistence they were all her friends. That silence persisted for barely a moment longer before Oliver, once more, moved straight to that point. The other man so inimating his own intrigue in that pack as he requested Frost so start at the beginning- unless he had other business to attend to. Frost merely inclined to lean back within his own chair then, his hand offering that dismissive wave.
"I have no pressing business for this afternoon. Although this story you ask for is a lengthy one. You will forgive my offering you those main points alone if only to save time."
Oliver, he suspected, was not a man inclined to care for in depth tales with little meaning beyond nostalgia to himself. His words, as always, as cool as ever as they were offered with little save directness.
"I was born in Iceland, a country I fled some years ago. I was born into a life of servitude by sheer misfortune of species. It was a life I did not choose for myself nor did I desire to continue it. Agianst the wishes of a great many people I fled, or perhaps escaped is a better word. I was much pursued for a number of years before I came to this city. I formulated my own pack here, a pack is safety, after all. I knew enough of my own nature to know that if I was willing to rebel agianst a century of inbred servitude, for I was bred and born for that perhaps alone- or so they tell me, that I was not willing to be anything other than an Alpha. My pack consists of all women, though that is merely by chance and not by design. In my early years of being within this city I found myself disagreeing with another Alpha. We have since united however and I now consider him- not an enemy. I have, in recent years, returned to my homeland and through various channels have worked to dismantle the previous system, install a new method of leadership and free any beings held unjustly agianst their will. I remain the head stallion of the Mounted Division of the Council, the Alpha, if you will, of several thousand Werehorses like myself. At home, I am the Alpha of the Chimera pack that includes my mate and her children, several other women and one new male recruit whom I am certain will drive me to madness before the year is out."
Marcelo always had been a unique being. In the very least the boy was nothing but good-natured. Frost's gaze shifted from Oliver to Abigail and back again.
"I do not suffer fools and I require that each of my pack members possesses at least some ability for self defense whether by way of their species natural defenses or their own supernatural gifts. In other words, to be blunt, I refuse to have useless pack members. Abigail's nature offsets my own, she is balance and I think she would do well in my pack, self defense can be taught. She may be a Panda but I see no reason to underestimate that. People so ....foolishly underestimate a horse all the time. As for you, Oliver, I know you are a predator, I can smell it on you. You intrigue me too."