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Broken Knight

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The wolf, an ex-special forces from the military, sat at the bar. There was at least five feet perimeter around him that no one would get near him. Wolves like him were extremely rare, even in the military where they were simply a genetic soldier. He'd been discharged with honors for 'services in the line of duty', and secretly, any regular human would've been given the medal of honor. He wasn't considered human, something subpar, lesser than.

He had gorgeous black fur, it was meticulously taken care of, his own personal pride. To the touch, it was soft and silky, but there were no female wolves like him. He was a genetic clone, mixed with DNA splicing, a test tube with no mother or father. Bred for nothing but fighting in the army. Now that he was even out, he didn't know what was worse. Being in and yearning for freedom, or being out and yearning for something to do.

The wolf set the small glass down, the ice ringing off of the glass softly. The bartender, with a frown, poured him another glass of whiskey for him to sip. The bar wasn't particularly busy, but it wasn't exactly empty, either. His tail flicks slowly, watching the news on the war on the television in front of him.
 
It had been awhile since she'd stopped in for a drink at this old haunt. Ever since she'd quit working there, there was no real reason for her to come by as often. Today, she was in the area for some odd reason, and she felt like coming by for old time's sake. She was thinking of moving to this area anyway. Why not check it out again?

The bell on the door rang when a lovely young woman with long, curled red hair entered, her blue eyes scanning the room. She stood in the doorway for a moment, letting her eyes adjust, a few of the other patrons turning to drink in a tall, curvy figure clad in a tight denim skirt and a tank top with their eyes. She put on her outer shirt, a soft blue plaid number, and left it open as she came in.

Once her eyes were adjusted, she could see something quite surprising and rare. There was Wolf at the bar. Curious, and thrilled to finally meet one in person, she smiled and made her way over. No one else was sitting by him, and the bartender on duty seemed to be uncomfortable having to serve him, but Sophie sat down right next to him, not a care in the world.

"Peach weed and lemonade, please," she said, ordering from the shocked man behind the counter. Ignoring his stunned expression, she turned to the Wolf beside her and gave him a warm smile. "Hi. Mind if I sit here?"
 
A cute human girl sat down next to him, but he didn't really seem to react much. Of course, human females were the only thing his kind had to base attractiveness upon, and for her, she certainly was one of the best looking ones that he'd had seen. When she asked him if she could sit there, his one good eye looks at her. His eye is sharp with a deep intelligence behind the brownness of it. Unfortunately, atop of that was a deep, obvious boredom, a sort of stare that soldiers who'd been in combat had gotten.

"It's a free country." The wolf said, going back to being hunched over his drink again, occasionally taking a sip. Sitting there, the news was chirping at them in the back ground. His ears were up, attentive, mostly because someone was near him, and even that was an odd occurace. As he sat and listened to the news, it switched subjects, the female chirping on about the war.

"An entire unit of soldiers was wiped out, the majority of them the Wolf soldiers bred for..." The woman went on, happy as if nothing was wrong. The glass that he was holding in his paw cracked a bit as it sat on the bar. His jaw set, he looked down from the television, down at his drink, trying his best to ignore it, trying to ignore whatever that human girl was up to. Whatever it was, it couldn't be good. Humans never were.
 
Sophie thanked the bartender when she got her drink and took a delightful sip of it. Mixed just right. Satisfied, she set her drink down and turned her head a bit to watch the Wolf. She couldn't really say that she blamed him for his attitude. But the fact that he was basically ignoring her presence there was a little disappointing. She was keenly interested in finding out more, though. If he would be kind enough to answer her questions.

Just then the news caught her attention and she frowned upon hearing the headlines. Obviously saddened by the news she shook her head. First at the shame it was to have lost those soldiers, second at the woman who didn't even change her tone of voice. Sighing, she took another sip of her drink. "What a shame," she murmured aloud. "And what a terrible delivery. You'd think she'd at least change her tone. That's just poor training."

Shaking her head, she turned back to the wolf she'd been sitting next to and saw the glass crack. "Oh! Are you alright?" she asked, looking at him, worried that he might have cut himself when the glass broke.
 
The shattered glass on the bar, he gives a sigh. When the bartender refused to come over, he stood up, grabbing a towel, wiping up the mess and putting the glass in a towel. Leaning over the bar, he grabbed a new glass, some ice and the bottle of jack. Sitting down again, pouring himself a new drink, he didn't really react to any of her comments.

When she noticed the soft pads of his paw bleeding on the other hand, he looked down at it. "Oh." Was all that he said. She seemed genuinely concerned for him. He might've just wrapped another towel around it, but she seemed like she wanted to help, and fixing himself up wasn't exactly one of his strong points. Turning to her, the new glass of whiskey in his other paw, he holds it out for her.

"I hadn't noticed. Do you mind?" He asks her. For the first time, he looks her in the eye as he holds out his paw for her. It was bleeding slightly, from one small gash, it did need to be stopped, since his blood was dripping onto his jeans.
 
"Oh, yeah." She turned to him and told the bartender to get a first aid kit. For the time being she grabbed a napkin and held it down on his paw, pressing down. "Hold that there, please." The bartender was still standing there, just watching. "Now," she urged. It seemed to snap him out of it and he handed her the kit, staying as far away from the wolf as possible. "For Pete's sake. Grow a pair." She rolled her eyes and opened it up, grabbing a roll of gauze and medical tape as well as a gauze pad and sanitizer.

"You should get it looked at some time after you leave here," she said, making sure there were no glass shards in the wound. She set the napkin aside and gently cleaned the wound before she put the gauze pad on the cut and then tightly bandaged the paw in question. She kept it in place with some tape and smiled, leaving it at that. "There. That should hold for you." She put everything back in the kit and tossed it at the guy, not really caring if he got hit or not anymore. "I'm sure you'll be fine, but it never hurts to get it checked." After a pause, she took a sip of her drink and said, "I'm Sophie. It's nice to meet you."
 
The wolf did what she told him, holding the napkin against the wound as she got her things out like she told him. Sitting there, watching the bartender hold the kit at arm's length and staying as far as he could, it didn't seem to bother him.

"And who would I get to look at it?" He asks her, looking at her and shaking his head. "No doctor will put his hands onto me, and there aren't any wolven doctors. Education above our heads." He said, his voice gruff and scratchy from only drinking whiskey. Once she was done with the bandaging, he looked at her curiously. "Thanks." He says, his tail flicking a bit.

"I'm 17.8.15. Or, for humans, Rio." He says, turning back to his drink. Looking at the news, he kept glancing at her, although he wouldn't say anything further.
 
Once Sophie was finished bandaging his hand, she saw his point about getting the wound checked out. "I'm sorry. Wouldn't a military doctor have to treat you?" she asked, tilting her head out of curiosity. She let the issue go as he told her his name and got another smile out of her. "I like Rio better than the numbers. It's nice to meet you." She smiled and then drank more of her little mixed drink. She sat with him in companionable silence for a little while before she spoke again.

"So, are you planning on settling down somewhere near here?"
 
"Mmm." He commented about her liking his name over his numerical designation. It was a habit that humans had, always going for that name, where as wolves didn't really have time for such things. The numbers were just as quickly used to call upon someone's identity.

"I don't think I'm going to be walking back onto any military bases any time soon." He said, rocking the ice in his glass as he looked at the TV again. "I've got a little place down the road. It's nothing special. One bedroom, one bath apartment." He says, taking another drink while it changed to some sport where in human males were trying to carry some form of an object from one end of the field to another through the other team of them. It was... innocuous to say the least.
 
She got the feeling he really didn't like her all that much, but she just couldn't pass up this opportunity to find out more about him. "Well, I hope you'll go if you get hurt badly," she said with a frown. She sipped at her drink and listened to him talk about his apartment. "Really? Do you like it there?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. Sports held little to no interest for her, so it was easy for Sophie to focus on the Wolf next to her.
 
The wolf sat there, his tail swaying behind him a little bit as the idly listened to her speaking. His ears were upright, at attention, obviously, he was paying attention to her. "Mmm. Maybe I'll just come to you, instead." Rio said, looking over at her. "It's nice enough. Tho..." He didn't look around, it didn't take much to see that the stares were becoming grumbles of discontent. "I should get going." Rio said, putting a twenty on the bar for his drinks. He turned to leave, looking at her over his shoulder with his good eye.

"If you're here tomorrow, about the same time, I'll see you then."
 
Sophie smiled as he told her he might come to see her instead. It looked like he really was paying her attention after all. It made her happy to know that she might get a chance to see him again when he said he would be back tomorrow. "I'm glad you like your place." She smiled and finished off her drink, paying her tab neatly as well. "I'll see you then, Rio." She stood up and shouldered her purse, walking toward the door after him. She watched him for a moment once they were out and then decided against following him for awhile. It was best not to pursue too much when he'd already agreed to meet her...sort of.

"Bye," she said, waving after him before she headed back up the street, the opposite direction he was traveling in. The pretty redhead would definitely make her way back tomorrow. Regretting that she had decided not to follow him, she looked back at him over her shoulder, wondering if he really was alright by himself...
 
He waved over his shoulder to her as he left, saying nothing more. Walking down the street a few blocks, he came to his home. A small one bedroom apartment on the top floor of the building. Nice thing was, he had the roof key and snuck up there on nice nights. Tonight, though, he simply made himself a decent dinner, flipped on the TV and idly fell asleep in front of it. The next day was no different from the last. Wake up, shower, meticulously clean his fur, eat, sit in front of the television until about two in the after noon before getting dressed to go to the bar.

He was sitting there, again with people at least five feet away on all sides. This time, the bartender wouldn't even serve him. He simply got the bottle and the remote for the TV, flipping it to what he wanted to watch and sipping on the whiskey.
 
Sophie had a few errands to finish before she'd gone home. Her apartment was a decent size, but it was by no means a large place. She had a nice-sized kitchen and living room, her bedroom decent as well. But it was just a little one-bedroom layout. Nothing special. It was updated and working well, natural light through windows with a nice view. The style of her place's furniture and pictures was eclectic in the best of ways. It was home for her. But she was restless there when she tried to sleep. It seemed the only thing she could think about for more than a few minutes at a time was meeting Rio again.

And so the next day after a shift at work, she made her way down to the bar once more and arrived just a little while after the Wolf in question. He had a whole bottle and the same situation as yesterday was going on. The bartender was clearly avoiding the patron who had hold of the remote. Tilting her head, she made her way in, another skirt and top hugging her figure. "Jack and Coke," she said, watching as the bartender reluctantly put her drink together.

"Maybe this century, next time?" she said, giving him a little look as she took her drink from the counter and slid into the chair next to Rio. "Hello again."
 
"Mmn." Was all he gave to reply to her greeting, really. Sitting there and watching the television, the glass a few inches from his lips, he seemed focused on it, but his ears are up as he watches the TV, the same as they had been the day prior. There wasn't anything particularly interesting on, a simple gameshow where people stood around and screamed a lot, rather typical and redundant.

"You know..." Rio said after a couple minutes of silence. "You really aught to be kinder to the barkeep. He's a nice enough guy, donated fifteen hundred to charity last year from a fund raiser he had here at the bar, has a nice girl back home and is trying to get through his..." Rio said, his voice going up at the end of his statement. "Third year of college." Rio drank the last of the whiskey in the glass before setting it down and refilling it. The bartender went white as a sheet, it was obvious that Rio's skills from the military hadn't waned at all, and he could get his paws on any information he needed.

"Sophie. You live on the corner of 5th and Grand, apartment 2B. A single bedroom apartment, nice enough place, kitchen, natural lighting, every thing's current and up to date there. No police record. You've a job just down the street from here, and you were previously employed at this very bar." Rio said, his jaw set as he looked at her out of the corner of his eye.

"So, Sophie from apartment 2B, explain to me why you're here two days in a row. And don't you try to lie, it only took me a few minutes to find what I wanted to know on you, imagine what I could do with a few days..." His voice was low and threatening.
 
The bartender went white. Sophie sighed and shook her head at his admonition to her being a little rude in return for what she got. But it was okay to scare the daylights out of him? She took a sip of her drink as he started in on her information as well. The accusation in his tone was not appreciated. What did he think she was, some kind of spy? Setting her drink down she calmly turned to him, keeping her anger at something of a simmer.

"There's no need for you to get up in arms about anything. I was here yesterday on a lark because I hadn't come in for awhile. I didn't have much of a reason to. But since I was in the area for some errands, I came in. You were here and you told me if I was here again today I could see you again. Doesn't take a genius to pull it together," she said, narrowing her eyes a bit. "I don't appreciate you attacking me because I'm interested in you. I simply want to know you better. Is that so hard to believe?"
 
"Actually, it does take something of a genius to pull it all together, and make it believable." He told her, still looking at the TV. Taking a drink of the whiskey, he set the glass down, the ice ringing off the glass in the silence. Obviously, he wasn't exactly a very happy puppy. The bartender had pissed off somewhere to the back to hide, the people around were either staring, glaring or taking sideways glances, even if he'd been going there for a couple months now.

"Let's take a walk." He says to her in that 'do it or there'll be trouble' kind of voice as he was getting up. Putting another twenty on the bar for the night, he looked down at her, waiting for her to get to her feet.
 
She frowned at his mistrust, but then again, given the way people were reacting to him, it was a bit easier to take--to understand. "Fine." She sighed and downed the rest of her drink, leaving the money for it as well. Standing up, she straightened out her clothes and walked to the door with him, purse on her shoulder. She went through first and waited for him to lead the way. Wherever they were going, she hoped it would end a little better than that last scene.
 
The wolf took her outside, walking down the sidewalk with her. As they walked, she could see people glaring at him, moving to the other side of the street to walk, shutting their curtains, anything to keep away from him. And yet, there she was, walking along side of him, as if nothing were off.

"This interest you have in me, explain it." Rio was still skeptical of her. A couple months there and he'd barely said a full sentence to anyone, yet here this girl was, chatting his ear off. At first, he thought that she was a 'recruiter' for the private military corporations, as they typically would send an attractive female to butter up the prospective recruit. That's why he'd done the little background check on her. When he figured out that she wasn't, it startled him. It wouldn't have been the first time that they'd sent a woman like that. There had to be something to her beyond simple vague interest.
 
"I'm curious to know what you're like. I've always seen things in the news about Wolves and I noticed they never told your side of the story or really talked to you. Besides. There's something attractive about Wolves. I'm not sure what it is--I've never been able to put my finger on it, but I really do want to get to know you better. I'm quite interested."

And she was. She'd been wanting to know more about Wolves since they had been introduced to the world. She smiled at him and chuckled. "And come on, how many chances am I going to get at it?"
 
The wolf walked with her, listening to her talking about her reasoning. The wolf didn't see any more reason to mistrust her, so he didn't push the envelope any further than where he'd taken it. He already knew enough about her, so it didn't seem like a terrible idea to let her get to know some things about himself.

"Corner of 5th and Grand." Rio said, looking up at her apartment building. "Are you going to invite me in for drinks and find out if I'm as attractive as you think?" The wolf said, very obviously hitting on her.
 
The pretty redhead shook her head and chuckled at his sudden change. Still, she had to admit that despite it all, he was smooth. "Well, how can I say no? Would you like to come up for drinks? Maybe dinner?" She offered it as she stood in front of her building with him, wondering what he thought of her now that he knew she wasn't trying to kill him at all. She was very pleased that she would get a chance to know him better after all.
 
The wolf looked down at her, giving a nod. "Well, I guess that depends on how good of a cook you are." Rio says playfully. His tail flicked happily as he followed her lead. It had been some time since he'd had any real interaction with another person, and he'd watched enough sappy television shows to at least know how to flirt with a girl. Well, at least he hoped the information the 'boob tube' gave him was accurate. He was mostly playing off his instincts more than anything.
 
She laughed. "I'm good enough. But if nothing else I can just order in." Sophie shrugged and looked up into his eyes, a little glint of mischief there. "So do you want to come with or not?" Her tone was just suggestive enough to warrant flirtation. She smiled and waited for his answer, pleased that he seemed like he was more interested.
 
The wolf seemed apprehensive for a moment. Truth be told, he'd never really been alone with someone outside of the military. Looking up at the apartment building, then back to her, the wolf smiles. "Sure. It sounds like a blast." The wolf says happily to her. Going over to the door to the apartment building, he opens it for her and motions for her to go in before him. "Beauty before the beast, dear." The wolf says playfully, his tail swaying happily.
 
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