Dystopian Future

Ezra didn't even needed to hear the voice to know it was Zemin, his steps was different from the spirits, and it wasn't likely that it was Xue. Maybe it shouldn't be a surprise that he come to see him, neither him or Rivik has been silent and they were in the same house. But despite that he was surprised. No one besides the spirits had ever come after him, wondering if he was alright. And even with everything going on, he had to admit it felt nice. He couldn't say why, but seeing someone wonder made him feel, happy? He wasn't sure what the feeling was, but it still felt good. Was this how other people reacted? But maybe that was normal to them, maybe that's how people acted. He couldn't say, he never acted like others and he had no one else than the spirits around him, and even if he enjoyed their company, saw them as friends, they weren't humans and didn't act as such. He wondered if Zemins would act like this if he hasn't taken a liking to him? He guessed he would never know, so he chose not to think of it.

"I dropped the cauldron" he explained, not sure how he would answer the other part of the question. Obviously he wasn't okay, and even if he really didn't know the wolf next to him, he guessed the man could see it. He looked like wreck, acted after how he looked. He almost felt like it was written all over his face, and he hated it. Hating that he couldn't go back to normal, not even thinking about his past. But he couldn't do that, not yet, so what the fuci would he even tell the other man? He felt like it was so much he needed to tell him for it to even make sense, things he didn't wish to tell a stranger. But staying quite as he now did, it become awkward after awhile. And he didn't wish the man to think he had done something wrong, he hadn't. Sure everything was a mess because of Zemins, but he still hadn't done anything wrong. A sigh left his lips as he dragged his hand through his messy hair.
"Not really, but that's obviously, shouldn't you say?" He almost whispered "bad night, nightmares and shit, and Rivik. Well he just scarred me, not his fault really"
Well he admitted more to him than anyone else, but it wasn't much information, but he couldn't bare himself to say to much.
"How are you? Was the night in the house alright?" He asked, maybe to be polite, trying fucking harder than he normally did. He wasn't polite doing and asking things because people expected it, but because the man had come after him, he felt like he wanted to try at least.

If you scolded Rivik for scaring you, shouldn’t you do the same to me for giving you those nightmares? He mumbled and felt the guilt crawl up his spine, slowly yet steady. Because he was totally sure that he was the reason behind those bad dreams, wether he wanted it or not. That had been a bad statement, as he never wanted Ezra to go through any of that.
I’m sorry for yesterday, I went way too far, didn’t I? Zemin continued and looked down towards the ground, scraping at the gravel with one of the paws. Shit, he really felt fidgety all of a sudden. For a short moment he came extremely close to pouncing on the shaman, snuggling up on top of him. Fucking hell, why did he have to be this way? Just why? It felt absolutely awful to know someone didn’t want you - even though you still wanted them. Not only did it feel terrible, it also teared at his already beaten heart - his heart that pounded like crazy within his chest, running away at a very high speed. The wolf laid down on the ground, irritated at himself and his stupid instincts. He didn’t only behave like a complete animal, but also a dog. And he hated it so goddam much he didn’t even know what to make of himself. How had everything turned into such a mess? First the vampire and then this? To be completely honest, this was far worse since it beat him down as much as it did. If it’s only been instincts and nothing else, it’d have been fine. However there were human feelings involved as well, or rather human instincts and those shouldn’t be messed with. Furthermore, combining them with the primal ones just made for a very extreme confusion. Damn it sucked so bad!

[i{Do you think you can sit beside me? [/i]Zemin looked up towards the man again and pulled both ears back. Not in an aggressive way or anything like it, but more because of the simple fact that he was ashamed out of his mind. The question was just stupid and dumb, probably too much to even ask. But he’d still done it, without being able to stop himself.
I’m sorry, I know it’s a lot to ask for! But I think it might help, if you give me at least a tiny bit of contact..” He explained and sat up, wagging his tail in some kind of weird excitement. Xue would’ve criticised him so much in that moment, for asking the questions and behaving like a lapdog. They weren’t dogs, no matter how much they behaved like ones. For Christ sake, they weren’t even human either. In reality it was all just a mask, believe it or not. Sure, they had been born as humans but as they’d matured, so had their inner selves. And that was the part that counted the most in the end, making them more related to the wolf instead of the human. Considering how Zemin himself felt about humans, that was probably a good fact. Or well, he couldn’t really decide on that point as he’d been too ashamed of it before. Ever since fourteen years of age, he’d been both ashamed and felt disgusted. Not now though, no. It had changed in an instant.

He couldn't see the wolf but he slowly turned his face towards his direction. Well, sure the contact with Zemins had caused the nightmares, but it felt like blaming him was wrong. Sure if the other one had jumped him, bit Ezra had given him permission, so he only hade himself to blame.
"I said it was okay, so blaming you would be the same as blaming the spirits for coming when I summon them" he said in a low voice "and it wasn't intentional to blame Rivik. He did nothing wrong. It's a fucking wonder that he can stand me right now"
It had only been a few hours, but he was so fucking bad and that the fox didn't tell him off was a miracle. He knew Rivik wouldn't know that, understanding his feelings, but the shaman wouldn't blame him if he did. He would most likely except everything Rivik told him at that moment, not even protesting.
"Well if it wasn't anyone else, you would most likely be alright. You didn't even fucking do anything, I am just to messed up, having a hard time handling it any contact. It's easier when you are in your wolf form, reminding me of the spirits, rather than humans" he admitted and tried to give the man a smile, sure it more looked like a grimace.

He felt silence once more when the wolf asked him. Damn he didn't even really asked for something, he asked him to sit next to him, not to even to touch him. And he almost laughed, anyone else would have done it without doubting. Or well they would maybe be scarred of the man being a werewolf, something he didn't care about. No he was bothered with being close to someone, he really was fucked up. But having the wolf close wasn't to frightening, even if he couldn't see anything. If he had been human he would have refused at once, but he slowly sat up before he sank down on the ground, unsure about where the wolf really was, but he would feel or hear Zemin if he moved. He let his head rest up on his knee, looking as he studied the water, even if he only saw darkness.
"I am sorry that I make this even more difficult for you Zemin. I wish you had chosen someone else, someone who actually would appreciate this, and could give you what you wanted. You are a nice guy, and you deserve it. Instead you got me" Ezra sighed feeling sorry for the man. He couldn't say how he would react if he was normal, but Zemin was nice, he had been genteel with him, and Ezra couldn't deny that he looked good, so it was ashame that he got him, who couldn't even let the man touch him without freaking out, and having nightmares from it.

Don’t be sorry, it’s my own fault I just had to fall face forward for you. And it’s not even something that any werewolf can choose, as it just happens when the time is right according to our bodies. I wouldn’t be mated to you if there wasn’t a reason for it, now would I? So I guess the heavens have a bigger plan for us, by doing this. Or maybe not, I have no clue, but at least I have to roll with it for the time being, Zemin reasoned and did something that resembled a smile. The words he’d just spoken had been honest and sincere, but that didn’t mean they hurt any less since it still did. He didn’t want it to or anything, yet he couldn’t escape the uneasy feeling that seemed to linger around him. It was literally impossible to escape it, no matter what he did or how hard he tried.
The wolf observed the man beside him, before he carefully stroke his head against the dark hair. He felt that that was a crucial part - being extremely careful and easy on the touch. That was basically the trick when it came to the shaman, or so he guessed. Ezra had told him about his problem with contact, especially when it came to human contact and touch. This was however something completely different. Zemin couldn’t help but think it was nice and heartwarming.

He stayed there for a while, completely still with his head resting on the black hair. Every single thought that resided within the messy brain of his, started flying around like crazy. Being so close to the person he for some reason longed for, made everything feel so much better. In conclusion - the feeling was no less than wonderful, exciting and amazing. At the same time he knew it was probably awfully wrong and he didn’t wish to give the shaman any more nightmares.
You have to tell me if you want me to stop, because I can’t stop by myself. To be honest I think you have to physically push me away or something, Zemin mumbled and leaned in even closed, begging for attention. He really didn’t know what to make of himself and the situation made none of that easier. Not being able to go all in for it, to just touch Ezra and kiss him while being in human form..damn, it was just so fucking frustrating. Even though he didn’t know exactly why he wanted it so bad. Everything was just a huge mess. Would it ever become any easier and if so, when? Couldn’t he just turn up the speed on that process somehow, making it all go by faster? That would mean less frustration and less pain, which would be great. Actually more than great, as it’d save his psychological state some beating. Not much or anything, but at least a tiny bit and that was enough to satisfy him. Zemin was, least to say, quite desperate.

Ezra slowly shrugged his shoulders before he answered.
"I wouldn't know. I have no idea how this thing works, the reasons for it, or why it happens. I knew very little about your race" he said before he laughed bitterly. "Heaven...would be the first time someone from there interfered in my life, and if they have stayed away for this fucking long, they can keep staying away"
He didn't believe in heaven, or God, after everything in his life there was no reason for him to do so. It would be much more logical for him to believe in hell and the devil, but you couldn't believe in one without the other. Even if living in the city almost made it seem like hell was real, maybe it was. Maybe he was actually dead and had ended up in hell, wouldn't that have been a twist. He almost snorted at his own thoughts, hinder himself from continuing down a ridicules path, leading nowhere.

He become stiff for a second when the wolf started touching him, mostly because he couldn't see him, only hear him move, but he soon relaxed, at least to some point. It really was easier when the man was near him in his wolf form. Feeling the fur against hims body made it easier, and it was hard to see the man as a human, especially when he didn't feel any hands up on him. The fur tickled against the parts of the skin it reached, but the gesture was gentle, and somewhat comforting, and he had to give it to Zemin, he really tried to be careful, and he appreciated it. Guessing most wouldn't have cared. Or maybe they would, he knew to little about werewolves to say. Maybe Zemin struggled with it more than Ezra could tell, maybe the wolf wasn't gentle at all, only playing him. Ezra couldn't tell what was worse, mostly because he didn't know what the man actually wanted, he had no fucking idea. Was he actually gentle, making it so much worse for the wolf, trying only to get so little back, or was he just playing him to get what he wanted. Ezra didn't know what it would lead, he tried not to think about it, taking it moment for moment, but he really didn't know what Zemin expected of him, what he wanted him to do. The wolf sought contact, something Ezra barely could give him. Sure a pat on the head was fine, but he guessed the man wanted more than that. Sitting like this? Well even if it wasn't as frightening as yesterday, he wasn't totally comfortable, so he couldn't even give Zemin that. He couldn't even sit next to the man without a problem when he was in his wolf form, the human form being even worse. He was fucking hopeless, and he wished that the other one had a choice, he would have told Zemin to find someone else.

"What do you actually want from me Zemin?" Ezra asked instead of answering him. Feeling that he needed to know. Pushing the other man away wasn't really a problem, getting rid of him felt like a bigger one. They had said that Zemin wouldn't let go of him for a long time, meaning that even if he shoved the man away, he wouldn't get rid of him, if Ezra didn't move or something. Ezra didn't even know how the wolf would react if he pushed him away, would he understand or would some kind of instinct kick in. He felt like he really needed to read up on werewolves and this, and whatever it was.

The question, even though it was simple and direct, caught Zemin off guard and once again felt felt like nothing more than a nuisance. No matter what he did or how hard he tried to be gentle and careful, Ezra would never enjoy his company even a little. Of course all of the thoughts were speculative, but they fit into the situation perfectly. It hurt so bad, knowing that he was unwanted by the only person he seemed to want himself.
I don’t know what I want, but I understand the hint: you don’t feel comfortable around me no matter which form I’m in. It’s okay, I’ll leave, the wolf whispered and took some steps backward. Then he spun around on the spot and rushed away across the yard, jumping straight over one of the fences. The front paws hit the asphalt on the other side with a thud and the body followed smoothly. He’d jumped pretty high and doubted he’d be able to jump back the same way. But in that moment none of that mattered and Zemin couldn’t think straight for shit. It’d probably get a little bit easier if he could get away for awhile. Maybe a day or two? A week? A month..? No, Xue needed him and he himself definitely felt the same about the younger brother. They needed each other to survive, no question about it. Instead they could move? Far, far away up in the mountains where the snow still fell and there was winter all year around. And in those areas there were still a couple of packs living, whom they could maybe manage to join. Sure, they were city folk, but that shouldn’t be something that could stop them, right? Plus, Zemin would be far away from Ezra, which might make things less complicated. The rich people went to vacation up in those mountains, in the northern areas, so he knew there were trains to take. Expensive, yet still possible.

What the hell was he even thinking? He knew very well leaning wasn’t a possibility and his instincts told him to stay right where he was. However, he didn’t know exactly where he was, as the body had kept going forward into the city. Someone could very well spot him and report straight to one of the city enforcements. If that happened it’d all be over, but he already felt captured in his own mind, so if it were bound to happen he’d just let it.
Zemin sank down on the dirty asphalt, looking up at the grey clouds that lingered in the sky. It didn’t rain for the time being, even though the colour above him implied it would soon. Fuck, what was he going to do? He couldn’t turn around and go back to the shaman and his stupid attractiveness. So what was he supposed to do? Walk around the streets all day, just waiting to be captured? That actually didn’t sound to bad, as it would be a lot easier to live if he was captured, leaving him no space left to think about Ezra. But it wasn’t fair towards Xue and not Ezra either for that matter. Zemin might have been annoying and clingy, but there was no doubt he could help the man deal with the threat coming from the vampire.

Ezra had barely time to react before Zemin ran off, actually leaving him feeling guilty, something he rarely did. He hadn't meant to hurt his feelings, all he had wished for was an answer, wondering what Zemin hopped for. Not knowing that had actually scared Ezra, he would most likely not be able to give him what he sought anyway, but he still wished to know, so he at least could tell Zemin that he couldn't give that to him. He didn't wish for Zemin to think he would be able to get what he wished for, not that Ezra had given hinted towards anything. The wolf most likely wished for more than Ezra could give him, but if he had been fine with just him sitting next to him, well Ezra could give him that. But hearing the man running off, he didn't know how to react. Well the man's words wasn't untrue, not fully at least. He wasn't to comfortable around him, but it wasn't just Zemin it was everyone. However if Ezra was honest, he was more comfortable around Zemin than other people, not that it made much difference to the wolf. However him running away, maybe it was best for both of them, but why did he feel so guilty then? He hadn't done anything wrong. He sighed and like the world hated him, he soon felt a few drops hit him, starting a light rain. He did no attempt to move, because he didn't wish to go inside the house at the moment.

He didn't know how much time that had past, but he was soaking wet and he had to get inside. He stood up, clothes hung to his body more than normally, since they were perfect maid for him. He was glad that he wore black and not white at least. As he reached for the doorknob, he heard a low thunder far far away and he stepped inside, as he did he could feel Rivik's present at once.
"I am sorry Ezra" he whispered and Ezra turned towards the direction of his voice.
"Don't be, you did nothing wrong, I over reacted" he whispered himself and he felt how Rivik walked closer ignoring that he was both wet and dirty.
"No it's understandable" Ezra bent down and Rivik jumped into his arms and the shaman hugged the fox.
"Let's just forget it happened" the fox nodded and they started climbing the stairs towards his office and the warm fire.

"I cleaned, as well as I could" Rivik answered when Ezra realised the smell was gone.
"Always knew you could" he teased and when they heard steps coming down, he made himself share contact with Rivik's eyes.
"There is a thing called shower you know" Xue told him, but he didn't answer. "Where is Zemin?"
"He ran off" Ezra only answered the wolf, who seemed surprised at first.
"What did you do?" the wolf seemed hostile and Rivik started growling.
"Nothing particular. I only asked him a question" Ezra had no desire to tell the other one to much.
"Lier!" Xue growled as well and Ezra got irritated at once.
"Believe what you will, but it's the truth. It's not my fault that your brother has taken a liking to me, something I didn't ask for, resulting in me being unable to give him what he wish for!" he said in a cold voice, the younger one didn't seem to know what to answer at first.
"Where did he go?"
"Don't know, couldn't see and the voice isn't narrow enough outside for me to tell"
"Thanks for the help" the voice was sarcastic, something Ezra didn't care about "Could have stopped him"
"Because he can run after him, or what? Idiot!" Rivik defended him and Ezra stroke the fox "Sniff him out or something"
"It's your fault if something happens to him!"
Upon hearing those words Ezra let a gust of wind leave his hand, pushing the wolf backwards before he fell, Ezra left the wolf in the corridor, and just as he stood up, he entered his office and slammed the door.
"Wow? Are you alright? You rarely react to words" Rivik asked as Ezra placed him on the floor next to him, in front of the fire.
"I am fine. He is just full of shit, blaming me for Zemin's behavior" he answered, not wishing to talk about it, especially since he felt bad that Zemin ran off. He didn't see it as his fault, being the wolfs choice, but he still didn't wish for the wolf to be out in the shitty town, upset, and now in the rain.
"He is going to be alright. They are though" Rivik informed him before he made himself comfortable next to Ezra.

The sky had turned even more grey and the rain had started trickling down from the clouds above. It didn’t take very long for the dark fur to get completely soaked, no matter how much he tried to shake it off. Zemin eventually found shelter under an especially large tree, where he laid down with a sigh. Maybe he could grab Xue and go to the mountains? It wouldn’t be that hard and they’d probably succeed if they just put their own minds to it. They weren’t rich, but the older brother had quite a large saving account, so they could afford the train. Or they might just as well run the entire way? That wouldn’t take four days, like the train ride did, but it could work. Right? The wolf stirred uncomfortably, not being fully able to make up his mind. Every time he tried to think of a solution, everything always seemed to come back to the shaman. And as it came back to that, Zemins poor heart gave up a shriek of pain and all he wanted to do was to hide his face in a pile of dirt. Yes, he literally wanted to stick his head in the sand and never look back. It was just way too painful.

As the time passed by, the young wolf felt more and more unnerved. The rain was doubtlessly not going to stop in a near future and the fog crept over the buildings. Luckily enough he was by the riverbank and the fog usually kept between the buildings, where it was more crowded and easier to target a victim.
Zemin sat up and looked towards the water instead. It didn’t take very long until he was disrupted, however. A tall figure lingered maybe twenty metres away, not moving nor the opposite. The sight wasn’t of the usual kind and the werewolf low-key wanted to spring to his legs and take off. He’d seen some weird shit in his lifetime, but for some reason he couldn’t quite place this one. Was it a person? A human? No, it didn’t smell like a human or anything close to it - more like seawater and fish. And that’s when it hit him, as he actually knew this person. Fuck, she’d more than scared him.

“I thought I heard you before, a couple of miles up the river”, the figure began and started moving towards the big tree. “Long time no see”, she thereafter continued and stopped right in front of the wolf.
Her hair was dark red and the skin slightly blueish, yet still human like. She was tall, slim and the eyes were emerald green.
Yeah, it was a while since we had a chat, Zemin admitted and laid back down. How did you even find me? He continued and observed the woman with both ears pointed towards her direction.
“You’re quite loud sometimes you know”, Xayah laughed and shook her head, before squatting down next to her old friend. Eventually she sat down, even though she was completely naked. The only thing that even came close to covering her up was the long hair, but that was basically it.
I know, I’ve gotten myself into a real fucking mess, Zemin explained and closed both eyelids as the siren started combing through his fur with her slim fingers.
“Already caught that, you’re mated to that weird dude, aren’t you?” She asked and rolled her eyes.

Xayah and Zemin had met for the first time right after the brothers had escaped their first time. He’d been terrified of her because of the siren thingy, but had soon realised they were essentially the same. Neither one of them seemed to like their natural selves, and so they’d bonded over it. She’d also been interested in the fact that Zemin never reacted to her skills - something that most men did. But the werewolf in question was extremely gay, so it wasn’t really that odd.
Yes, I’m mated to him and he hates contact and everything that has to do with being someone’s mate. I really can’t stand the pain any longer, and it hasn’t even been going on for that long, he mumbled after a long section of silence.
“You’ll manage, I mean you always do”, Xayah assured her friend and smiled briefly before snuggling up next to the mountain of thick fluff.
But it hurts, Zemin pointed out and let out a long sigh.
”Doesn’t matter, you’ll get through it anyways..just keep as far away from that shaman as possible.”
Dude, we live in the building where he works, so its a bit hard you know? And I have no self control whatsoever. Lets just day that conversation lasted for way too long.

Ezra removed his gloves, together with shirt and jacket, leaving the trousers on, seeing they were dryer than the rest, as he tried to get some warmth back. He felt how Rivik watched him, clearly worried.
"Maybe we should head home?" the fox suggested.
"I am far from keen walking through the rain once more" Ezra could still hear the rain outside, and the fire in front of him would do it's job.
"At least use a blanket or something"
"I am fine, the fire does a better job that the blanket would do, and having both would just make me feel trapped and uncomfortable" Rivik seemed to understand and didn't push him. As Ezra moved his hands against each other wishing to get them warm once more, he felt all his scars covering them and he almost felt disgusted over himself, and he wrapped his arms around himself, but it didn't make him feel better, feeling the rest of his scars. Rivik snuggled up close to him and he took him into his arms.

"There is no need to feel bad, you still look good" Rivik teased making the Shaman laugh.
"At least you are trying to be kind, but don't lie to me" he utterly hated his body, and he covered it up all the time, and he never used the spirits eyes to see himself.
"I am not lying, would never do that to you" the fox said honestly. "And the shitty werewolf seem to like you as well"
"I am sure that's not because of my dashing looks" Ezra uttered, still trying to figure out why the man liked him. Even if it wasn't by choice, something must have triggered it. Something in him must have taken a liking to him.
"Well if not that, I can't say. He doesn't even know you"
"As I don't know that" he only answered turing towards the fire once more, getting lost in thoughts.

"You want tea?" Rivik asked.
"Are you going to make it?" Ezra teased as the fox left his arms.
"I am, but if you aren't nice you wont get any" the fox opened the door and Ezra heard how he walked downstairs towards the kitchen. He knew Rivik could make tea, with some help of what little magic he could use. All spirits had a small amount of magic they could use, but it was very limited. Most used it for one powerful attack and then it was gone. The fox rarely used it, but if he did it was often for ordinary things, like making tea, start a fire, or make the bed as he pleased. Since Ezra often did all those things the fox rarely did, but he guessed Rivik still wished to apologise, and also for him to keep warm and not leave the fire. The Shaman didn't complain as he started feeling comfortable infront of the fire, bringing back some heat, but also calming him. The sound from the fire together with the rain was relaxing and he had almost fallen asleep when Rivik returned with two cups.
"See, made it without a problem"
"Well the house hasn't caught fire yet, so guess you did" Ezra answered as he held out his hand and the fox placed the cup in his hands before closing the door.
"Feeling better?" Rivik asked placing himself by Ezra's side.
"A bit, thank you Rivik" he honestly said, only to feel the fox stroking himself against him for a short time before they started drinking their tea during silence.

“So are you just gonna stay here for the rest of your life, or what are you going to do?” Xayah wondered and raised one of her perfekt eyebrows.
If that was an option, I’d probably chose that, Zemin admitted and snorted, before jiggling his way out of the sirens grip. Stop messing up my fur.
“I’m not messing up anyone’s fur”, she protested and let the emerald gaze circulate the area. “Isn’t Xue with you?” She continued and rose to her legs, with her eyebrows pulled together.
No, I couldn’t exactly drag him with me only because I was sad, now could I? And it was an impulsive decision, so yeah..,the wolf explained and followed his friends example, by rising to his legs and shaking out the thick fur. Great, now he smelled like both fish and the ocean. He didn’t really have a problem with the latter one, but still. Smelling like fish was never a good thing, unless you really liked fish and Zemin didn’t exactly feel that way.
“You know he’s probably really worried now, right?” Xayah said and frowned even further, before she started playing with her long, red hair.
Obviously, but I don’t feel like going back to that place. However don’t get me wrong - I’m really thankful and so on, he quickly persisted and walked out in the rain. Are you coming or are you going back into that filthy water? He thereafter asked and was quickly followed by the siren.

It must had been an extremely strange sight, watching the two friend make their way back towards the old pub. Xayah with her beautiful locks and tall body, accompanied by a large wolf with dark fur. They made an interesting combination, as sirens and werewolves had a tendency to not get along. But they broke that stereotype by miles.
After walking for a couple of miles, they were met by a soaking wet Xue. He’d shifted back to his human form and every inch of him was drenched. Damn, he looked like he actually wanted to punch Zemin right in the face.
“Do you have any idea of how worried I was?” He growled and squatted down, only to pull the older brother into a hug. “Never leave like that again, ever..okay?” The younger one continued with a whisper before he loosened his grip, straightening his back.
“Wow, you’re actually kind of handsome, aren’t you?” Xayah exclaimed and pulled Xue into a hug of her own. “Who knew this little rosebud would eventually bloom?” She continued and gave him a kiss on each of the respective, blushing cheeks.
“I’m not, but I appreciate it”, Xue mumbled and smiled awkwardly.
“You look almost like your brother, and that isn’t a bad thing.” Well, maybe according to her, but Zemin himself wasn’t exactly pleased with his appearance. He knew he didn’t look bad and many people seemed to be interested in him, but he still couldn’t see it himself.
“What an insult”, the other werewolf grunted and looked somewhat displeased. “He’s too neat, almost like a lady!”
I am not a lady! Zemin potested soon thereafter. There is nothing wrong with being neat and organised, he muttered and glared at Xue, as they started walking once again.