To say that Dylan has mixed feelings on being here is an understatement.
On one hand, through centuries of careful breeding and ritual and so on, the wolves of the Eye of Horus are not entirely the same as your average werewolf. He actually does have an allergy to silver, for one, and his bite is contagious, for another -- it's how he managed to bring the Horsemen in, despite none of them, except Jack, being werewolves to start. Not to mention the fact that, as far as the first change goes, they don't actually have to kill anyone, to trigger it -- though that's a secret they guard fiercely. Your first change happens, if you were born into it, when you hit puberty, or if you were bitten, on your first full moon after. Even if it's not the case anymore, his hands were clean, when this all started for him.
On the other, though, the pack mentality most other werewolves have is still going strong in the Eye, and -- fuck, the kids here are just kids, and probably don't understand a whole lot of what's happening to them, or are having trouble dealing with the aggression that comes with all of this, or whatever. The list goes on, really, and he feels the need to be here, to try and help, and so here he is.
On the other other, he hates leaving the Horsemen alone, never mind the fact that they can take care of themselves, and really, he can see them whenever he feels like. He hates leaving his day job at the FBI, where Fuller is still learning to deal with all this shit, because oh, yes, he bit him, too, the whole thing a mutual decision, after Fuller found out what he was, to give him a little extra survivability, when he, personally, has been shot twice in the last few months. He hates the fact that, while he has arrangements made for nights of the full moon, he probably won't be able to join the Horsemen there, because what kind of teacher would he be, if he fucked off, when the kids probably need him the most. He hates that there are fucking vampires here. He --
-- well, you get the picture.
Regardless, however, he manages to summon up a smile of his own as he gets out of the car, and moves to meet her halfway, taking her hand in his for the shake, once they're face to face.
"Dylan," he corrects as he steps back. "And yeah, thanks." It looks more like a summer camp, here, than his mental image of a 'boarding school', but he's not going to tell her as much.
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On one hand, through centuries of careful breeding and ritual and so on, the wolves of the Eye of Horus are not entirely the same as your average werewolf. He actually does have an allergy to silver, for one, and his bite is contagious, for another -- it's how he managed to bring the Horsemen in, despite none of them, except Jack, being werewolves to start. Not to mention the fact that, as far as the first change goes, they don't actually have to kill anyone, to trigger it -- though that's a secret they guard fiercely. Your first change happens, if you were born into it, when you hit puberty, or if you were bitten, on your first full moon after. Even if it's not the case anymore, his hands were clean, when this all started for him.
On the other, though, the pack mentality most other werewolves have is still going strong in the Eye, and -- fuck, the kids here are just kids, and probably don't understand a whole lot of what's happening to them, or are having trouble dealing with the aggression that comes with all of this, or whatever. The list goes on, really, and he feels the need to be here, to try and help, and so here he is.
On the other other, he hates leaving the Horsemen alone, never mind the fact that they can take care of themselves, and really, he can see them whenever he feels like. He hates leaving his day job at the FBI, where Fuller is still learning to deal with all this shit, because oh, yes, he bit him, too, the whole thing a mutual decision, after Fuller found out what he was, to give him a little extra survivability, when he, personally, has been shot twice in the last few months. He hates the fact that, while he has arrangements made for nights of the full moon, he probably won't be able to join the Horsemen there, because what kind of teacher would he be, if he fucked off, when the kids probably need him the most. He hates that there are fucking vampires here. He --
-- well, you get the picture.
Regardless, however, he manages to summon up a smile of his own as he gets out of the car, and moves to meet her halfway, taking her hand in his for the shake, once they're face to face.
"Dylan," he corrects as he steps back. "And yeah, thanks." It looks more like a summer camp, here, than his mental image of a 'boarding school', but he's not going to tell her as much.