I am Diesel.
He could tell already that this meeting of the souls was going splendidly, and he meant that in as sarcastic a tone as possible. She was highly confused when Kyra spoke, something he was quite used to. He was used to the looks, to being called a freak, to being shut out, and yet somehow it hit him that it might actually hurt a lot if she decided to do that to him too. She was different somehow. She was....well, different. He couldn't quite pin it but it was like he could feel her but not like she was another voice inside of him like the others. No, she was a part of him and yet separate all the same. He could feel her confusion and he whined, wishing he could explain.
"THAT WOULD TAKE ALL DAMN DAY, MUCHACHO. JUST LET HER STARE."
He sighed, hating that Bandit's voice was probably the most reasonable right now. Of course he couldn't explain. That would take a while and she might run him out of the pack territory before then. She certainly looked like she might want to. At least she didn't just turn and run away though. She hesitated but then moved forward toward him anyway and he felt joy in his heart that she chose to approach him.
"EH, DON'T GET USED TO IT. SHE'S ONLY GETTING CLOSER TO GET A GOOD THROAT SHOT."
Mags and Kyra gasped at the accusation. Kyra immediately started shaking her head.
"NAW-AH, SHE WOULDN'T DO THAT! SHE'S HIS SOUL MATE!"
She emphasized the last two words like she knew exactly what they meant but Diesel knew better. She was just a love struck young romantic trying to make a novel out of this weird feeling in his gut. Meanwhile the wolf kept trying to speak but it seemed the others were getting in her way. She started to say something then stopped multiple times. Diesel kept his ears strained forward and pointed at her, giving her his full attention even when the others would chime in. He cared only for her angelic tones.
He could feel her nerves now and he smiled in reassurance, wanting her to know somehow that he felt the same. Butterflies were in his stomach but he didn't know what to make of it. Love at first sight didn't really happen, right? So what was this sorcery? As her body rocked backward, his eyes widened a little, fear ripping into his chest that she might be turning to leave now, figuring him a lost cause just like all the others. Somehow it seemed more devastating that she might up and leave him.
"NO...PLEASE DON'T GO."
He whispered the words, somehow hoping she would hear. But then she spoke up, saying she wasn't getting swept off her feet. The way she said it was like she was insulted and his ears laid back in apology instantly. Kyra giggled and rolled her eyes though.
"YEAH, WHATEVER, LADY."
She started to say something again but stopped and then she spoke up once more, saying that she didn't wish it and she was not. He could feel her overwhelming emotions and need for him to stop and yet he didn't have that kind of control, not like Bandit did. He couldn't shut out all the other voices and just be that one personality. He wasn't stong enough.
"THEN YOU DON'T DESERVE HER, BASTARDO. MOVE ASIDE AND LET THE PRO HANDLE THIS."
He could feel Bandit's influence pushing in on him but he found back, clenching his jaw and tensing his whole body in the fight for internal control. No, he wouldn't let Bandit have her! She was his! He could hear Kyra and Mags cheering him on so finally Bandit's influence quieted down, at least for the moment. He let out his breath in a deep exhale.
The wolf was glaring at him now, looking around then back at him like he had said something bad or like she was just really confused again. He scowled thoughtfully, wondering what he could say to help clear this up. Then she spoke and she used his name! He wagged his tail, unable to control himself. He felt such utter joy to know that she would use his name. Then she gave her own name, Aster.
"WHAT KIND OF A NAME IS THAT? DOESN'T EVEN SOUND REAL."
Kyra giggled at the silly sound of it. Mags gave a whimsical smile.
"I THINK IT'S POETIC."
Diesel snorted and rolled his eyes.
"AND I THINK YOU'RE ALL LOCO DE LA CABEZA. SHE CALLED HERSELF AN EMPRESS. BETTER START GROVELING BEFORE SHE HAS YOUR HEAD."
Diesel could hear him chuckling under his breath. It was obvious he considered it all a joke. He sniffed lightly and pricked his ears toward her again, his gaze still enchanted as he watched her every move.
"WELL, ASTER, IT'S A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU. I, UM, I'VE NEVER MET AN EMPRESS BEFORE."
Bandit laughed even harder now.
"REAL SMOOTH, ROMEO. SHE'S BOUND TO FALL FOR YOU NOW, YOU SERPENT TONGUE, YOU."
He frowned, glaring at Bandit but knowing it would do no good.
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