Kiara had heard of Xaviers... though finding herself at the school was nothing she ever envisioned. Today, oddly enough... she had been riding her bike and just ended up at the front gates. Kiara had followed a road she had never been on before, and here she was. It was quiet interesting to say the least... She was not sure she wanted to be here, not sure she wanted to admit to anyone that she was a mutant, but here she was.

Kiara slid off her bike, reaching up to brush her ebony hair from her face as she looked up to the booming mansion. She wore a tight pair of blue jeans and a white tank top, her pale flesh adorned with soft goosebumps from the chill in the air. Kiara slid her backpack off her back and moved to settle her bike against a tree, hanging the backpack off one of the handlebars as she continued to look up to the school.

Steel grey eyes wandered slowly around the area, just taking it in. She had never really put much thought into the school, but now, that it faced her, she was a bit curious. Kiara licked her parched lips as she looked around, walking a little bit away from her bike as she took it all in. She walked quietly towards the entrance of the school, looking to the door, then the engraving on the wall. Kiara walked closer to the engraving to read it quietly.

After a few moments she turned her back on the school, heading back to her bike. She needed to get out of here, she wasn't sure she belonged here. True... she had a gift, but was she really a mutant? Or was she just some human with a blood disorder? She did not know for sure, but she was surely afraid to find out. She headed towards her bike, but something stopped her... she turned back to the school quietly a moment...

Could they help her figure it out? She bit the corner of her lip in silence as she continued to look up to the mansion... she was at a loss for what to do, and remained quiet as she pondered. Kiara absently lifted her hand to her side, where she had wrapped her wound from two nights passed and felt warmth. She hissed slightly, tearing her eyes from the mansion and looking to her side. At some point during her ride she obviously retore the wound and now, her white shirt was soaked with crimson blood.

"Shit"

She hissed and headed back to her bike... she needed to get her jacket on, cover up the blood before someone saw it and questioned her.

Myles was settling in to his new home, just starting to feel comfortable and actually consider himself safe. While he was getting used to the school and the presence of other mutants, that didn't mean that he wasn't entirely free of stress. Learning to control when he shifted and more importantly to be able to successfully stave off a shift each time was still much in progress. He'd been doing quite well though, finding three whole days going by before he had his latest incident. If he hadn't had his nose in a book, perhaps he would have been more fortunate. Considering though that his eyesight was at best somewhat poor, Myles had to accept it was inevitable. Walking straight into the door and coming off worst, with the saving grace that no-one had actually been there to see him.

Rubbing ruefully at his sore jaw, Myles frowned as he felt the itch just tugging away under his skin. Something was shifting down in his subconscious, the first stirrings of the other side of his nature. Rubbing at his forehead now, Myles wiped away the sheen of sweat, silently cursing his own nervousness. Angry at himself for his own absentmindedness and feeling so foolish after the door incident. Add to that fear of his shift and it was a self-fulfilling prophecy. Myles really only had one thing he could do, get outside the mansion for a while and head out into the grounds. At least there he wouldn't run the risk of inflicting harm on anyone else or causing any needless property damage.

"Made it..", Myles took a deep breath, letting it out in a long low gasp as he just made it out of the door, just in time to stumble as stress caught up with him and he surrendered to the shift. Distracted he wasn't even aware that not so far away was a young woman with her own crisis. Myles wasn't even aware of anything but the pain, feeling the bones lengthening, distorting and shifting into new positions, dull ache as muscles thickened and sharp pinpricks as hair follicles errupted through the skin. It lasted only seconds in reality, more like hours in his mind. Fortunately he wore his clothing a little baggier these days, though a little shredded now, his shirt and trousers were still covering his decency.

Panting, more literally this time, after his exertion, the lycanthrope blinked his yellow eyes and looked around. Glasses having fallen off, he couldn't make out much though he spotted a slightly blurry figure some way off. "Damn...hoped I..ah never mind,", growling under his breath, Myles sniffed the air, catching the scent and finding it not one he immediately recognised. Having kept a little to himself he wasn't entirely familiar with everyone but this one seemed to be new. Though it might be that he was a little distracted by the oddly enticing scent that overlaid it. Blood...salty and metallic but quite appealing, setting him salivating as darker predatory urges briefly surfaced.

"Grrr," shaking his head, smacking a claw-studded paw against his jaw, Myles quashed those thoughts. The sensible thing right now would be to hope he hadn't been seen and maybe go back inside or at least to another part of the grounds. The scent of blood made it difficult to think and the last thing he wanted was to succumb to instinct. Another thought though was that this person was hurt, possibly badly and maybe he should do something. It was this latter urge he followed, compelled by curiosity as much as compassion, taking one step and another before he was dashing towards her.

"Excuse me? Are you hurt?" Myles called out, trying to keep the rough edge out of his tone, hoping the call didn't come out too much like a howl. Seeing what was for all intents a werewolf chasing after her, he didn't really consider that she'd most likely run. Then if he would stop himself from chasing, that was something he wouldn't even want to think about.

Kiara reached her bike, holding the wound on her side tight to quell the bleeding a little. She pulled her jacket out of her backpack and pulled it over her shoulders in silence, pulling it closed in the front to hide the blood soaked white tank top she was wearing.

Now what to do with her blood soaked hand. She frowned slightly and looked around... there was a waterfall, but that would be wrong... to defile someone elses property with her crimson blood. As she looked around her charcoal eyes caught sight of someone near one of the entrances into the mansion. The man rubbed his jaw slightly, Kiara simply watched him a moment before shuffling to get her bike and get outta here.

She did not belong on this property... so she was not sure if they would take kindly to her trespassing. In her attempt to quickly get her bike she cut her finger on the tree trunk, slicing it deep. The scent of blood, already thick in the air grew thicker as blood trickled over her flesh to the ground. Again she hissed beneath her breath, holding her thumb over the wound to stop it.

Of course, it didn't hurt, so she put more pressure on it to stop it from bleeding. If it hurt... had anything hurt maybe she wouldn't have been so clumsy... maybe. She lifted her eyes to the man at the door again cautiously but she did not see him now... instead... a werewolf was minimizing the distance between itself and her. Before Kiara even had a second to register what exactly was happening he was upon her... within jumping range at least and she stood there... like a deer in headlights, frozen.

"Excuse me? Are you hurt?"

The creature spoke to her... it seriously... spoke. She simply blinked in its direction... her bloody hands dropping to her sides as she stared quiet blatantly at the werewolf.

It took her a few moments to gather her bearings and be able to speak. She licked her suddenly parched lips and spoke up...

"No... I don't hurt."

She answered quietly... avoiding his actual question a little... not wanting to openly show a hunter blood. She had studied alot of animals... she knew that a hungry animal, confronted with blood could go bezerk, and she would prefer this one did not do so... she would have no chance against him... that was obvious. She hid her hands behind her back as she looked to him quietly.

"I... was just leaving. I didn't mean to trespass."

Feral paused, listening intently to the lycanthrope and the girl. She could smell the blood, taste it in the air. She stalked closer, tortie colors blending in strangely with the environs around her. Her eyes were squinting, even as she moved closer, dressed in a pair of short shorts and a tank top.

"Little liar" her voice was a purr. "Your bleeding, we can both taste it" her eyes were large, bright in her face. "What you think hmm, dinner?" she teased, deliberately kneeding the ground. "Have you seen enough lil girl or you want to come stare at the freaks some more?"

Her tone was clipped, voice angry. She wasn't so much angry at the other girl, she was angry that some one could ruin her day, make her want to hunt with the scent of blood heavy in the air. "How bad you bleedin?"

Once again Myles was finding himself regretting his actions, not really surprised that the young woman was reacting this way. Actually it was remarkable to him that she hadn't simply screamed, possibly even fainting or at the least running away as soon as she'd seen him running towards her. At least she hadn't, letting him keep his more predatory side at bay for now though with the scent of blood in the air, he was finding it more difficult than he would have liked. Hands at her side, he glanced towards them, squinting as he tried to make out whether or not there was blood. Though he was closer now, she was still a little hard to make out. "If you say so...however my resemblance to a wolf isn't purely aesthetic. I can smell the blood...and when someone is lying," Myles found his ears flattening themselves against his head, trying to keep a slight edge out of his tone. Again he couldn't blame her for lying but he just wanted to set things straight, decieving a feral wasn't ever so likely to succeed.

Another scent, distinctly feline and he glanced about, trying to catch a glimpse of the female. She was close, too close before he knew for certain she was there and he had to suppress the urge to growl. Doubtless she'd also caught the scent of blood and it was also talking to the beast within her. Whether she was more likely not to want to fight it, Myles wasn't sure. What he did know was he didn't feel quite comfortable around the young woman called Feral. Dangerous, potentially violent and a little unpredictable, just like himself and the possibility they would come to blows sooner or later was something he couldn't keep out of his mind. Glancing back to the injured young woman, he sighed as she told him she was leaving. It was a little too late for that, now that someone else's attention had been attracted.

Myles didn't reply, trying to keep his mouth firmly shut as Feral began speaking, an odd rumbling in his throat the outward sign of the growl that threatened to emerge. He was caught in the middle, uneasy with the blood in the air, regretting he'd run after this woman but still nagged by that vague sense of worry. As he focused on Feral, yellow eyes narrowed slightly, glaring at the young feline. Couldn't she see that she would only be frightening the woman, that she might be injured and...it just increased the tension. For better or worse he needed to take charge, force himself to think and push the beast down. Closing his eyes, gritting his teeth, Myles could feel a pounding in his temples as he concentrated, forcing himself to think like a man rather than a beast.

"Don't...just don't. She's already frightened...all you're going to do is make her panic. If she runs..., she has already seen us, probably knows what this place is now. Need to get someone..in charge." , voice rough and he was having to force the words out, fighting against the beast and the fight or flight instinct that was starting to scream in his mind. "She's hurt, afraid...not a threat. Might need help...not be treated..like a threat." Myles couldn't force out anything more, just stare at the ground, sweat starting to mat the fur on his forehead. If either of the two did anything, whether one running in panic or the other turning her anger on the other young woman or on him, Myles really couldn't do anything at the moment. He just needed a few to try and clear his mind, too exhausted by his brief mental struggle to do anything else.

"If you say so...however my resemblance to a wolf isn't purely aesthetic. I can smell the blood...and when someone is lying,"

"I am fine..." Kaira said smoothly. She was... honestly fine. Her blood loss did not bother her in the slightest... the more she lost, the more she made, as always. It actually felt a bit good to get rid of a bit of the excess blood she had.

"Little liar Your bleeding, we can both taste it"

Things went from bad to worse as a voice rung out behind Kiara. She tensed, frozen to the spot for a moment before she turned to look back to the feline. Kiara swallowed dryly as she turned her eyes back to the creature before her.

"What you think hmm, dinner? Have you seen enough lil girl or you want to come stare at the freaks some more?"

"We are all freaks..." Kaira said shortly... Turning her eyes back to the feline, they were slightly narrowed this time however. The blood was now starting to seep down her pants, through the jean cloth, staining the blue jeans red.

"Don't...just don't. She's already frightened...all you're going to do is make her panic. If she runs..., she has already seen us, probably knows what this place is now. Need to get someone..in charge. She's hurt, afraid...not a threat. Might need help...not be treated..like a threat."

Something tugged at Kiara's heartstrings as she looked to the creature before her... he seemed to be struggling to control himself. She was thankful for that fact, but it seemed like the entire ordeal was draining him.

"How bad you bleedin?"

Kiara blinked, turning her eyes back towards the feline. She felt bold now, aggitated and as she looked to the feline, turning to face her completely she pushed her jacket off her shoulder. Her entire side was soaked to the point of dripping with blood... her blue jeans sopping with crimson down to mid thigh, and the fluid continued to trickle downwards. Kiara swallowed slightly, pulling her jacket closed again and turning back to the Male creature before her.

"I do not need help... I bleed... its what I do. I am fine... it will stop soon enough."

Kiara pulled her jacket open again before sliding it off and resting it over her bike. She lifted the side of her shirt, looking to the wound quietly and shaking her head. The wound had closed for the most part, save a slight cut that continued to bleed. Kiara put her hand over it quietly, putting pressure on it to stop the bleeding. Her hand glistened with blood, though the bleeding ceased within a few moments as her blood clotted within the wound. She licked her lips a little and looked back to the two of them.

"See.... it stopped. And I did not come here to see the freaks. I came here to see the school..."

Kiara fell silent with a sigh. Why did she come here... she still wasn't sure herself, but she was here... and that was what it all boiled down too.