C'est Nathan Blu.
29 juin * 18h34 * 56 degrés F
J'ai couché dans mon lit, un bras plié derrière mes serrures. La situation de Davine l'avait laissée seule pour s'occuper des chevaux; pendant ce temps Dak a pu divertir une amie. Je pouvais sentir un sourire flippant tirer mes lèvres tandis que je m'asseyais au lit, les draps blancs pâles qui s'attardaient sur ma taille ont permis au froid de la pièce de s'évanouir un peu de chaleur.
Je vais l'aider. Ça ne me dérangerait pas de passer du temps seule avec elle de toute façon... peut-être qu'elle puisse se joindre à moi ce soir.
J'ai tiré de mon lit et j'ai tiré sur un jean en jean et des bottes noires. Ensuite, j'ai passé à travers mon long tiroir complexe pour la chaleur noire qui me garderait au chaud et accommoderait ma raison de partir. Si j'allais l'aider à régner dans les chevaux, j'aurais besoin de regarder la partie; ce n'était pas trop dur vu que je portais la plupart des vêtements plutôt bien.
J'ai réfléchi, ne serait-ce que pour un moment, à saisir une veste mais j'ai mis l'idée de côté. Je n'en avais pas besoin et même si je changeais, je m'en ficherais autant que tout le monde. En sortant de ma chambre, j'ai senti les yeux d'un groupe atterrir sur moi. J'ai ignoré le sentiment et continué dans les escaliers et vers la porte. Mes pas me transportèrent rapidement hors du porche deux étapes à la fois et dans l'herbe manucure. J'étais derrière Davine en un rien de temps et quand je n'étais qu'à quelques pieds d'elle, j'ai mis mes mains dans mon jean et j'ai levé les yeux, répondant à toutes les questions qu'elle pourrait avoir avec un regard.
Je suis là pour aider... tu ne peux pas le dire. Mes yeux ont peut-être parlé.
En écoutant mes pas avec les siennes, j'étais à côté d'elle en quelques secondes. "Pourquoi Dak ne vous aide-t-il pas?" J'ai dit d'étouffer le silence.
“Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.”
 ― Albert Camus 

Full Birth-Given Name: " Nathan Blu, my mom felt it'd be easier for Americans."
Preferred Name // Nickname: " My ex says I'm Feral. The nickname stuck."
Sexual Orientation & Gender: " Don't make me kill you... what do I look like? Obviously I'm a guy. Females... are my tools. I've never met one that I actually loved though."
Years Since My Birth: " I'm 23, guess I look younger. My moms jokes around about me being a vampire."
Pack Standing: " Technically I'm the Omega... I don't know why myself but it gives me plenty of freedom."
How Long Have You Been With the Devereaux Pack?: " For a few years. Three I think. I don't keep track of time as often as I use to."
Also Knowing: " Not much else for me to say. I fight... a lot. I have a temper but music and hunting calms me down. My father pisses me off with his incessant pestering of the family business, all I want to do is be free. My uncle would have wanted that for me."

Family Members Affected by the Shiver: Veronica Blu./ Nathan's Mother/ 45 yrs old. She is a woman with tan skin and brown eyes, though duller than her son's. She's a tad skinny and has little to no curves. Her arms are long and her fingers thin. However, she has the face of a model, attitude too. Her straight dark hair falls around her face, accentuating the searing gaze that palpitates in her eyes.
Masashi Kyoto./ Nathan's Father/ 43 yrs old. He's a business savvy old man who appears dangerous if not entirely unsavory. He runs a small enterprise that deals in oversea exports. His skin has recently started to sag though the life in his body has been retained. His dark eyes feigns kindness and finesse but are actually the opposite.
Furry Companions: " I'm a animal myself and I know the value of being alone. I don't think I could befriend other animals anyway."

Song That Best Describes Me: " You're really asking me that... .... Numb. By Linkin Park, yea that song is... perfect for me. I won't go into details."
Who Turned You and Changed Your Life: " I'm not sure she'll like me telling that, the Alpha that is. Let's just say Davine can be... wild in the sac. Once-upon-a-time she was just woman to me, a mystery. But like all mysteries, some are better left wrapped up. She was so beautiful... I just couldn't help myself."
My Life Before the Shiver Overtook Me and How It Effected Me: " My life after the change hasn't really changed at all. Its only... shifted. Yea... that's the right word. I'm the child of a rich Asian and a rather attractive American. How they met? Well that was supposedly due to fate. My pop's words, not mines."
Nathan fidgets in his chair, his brows casting a dark expression on his face.
" From there... science happened. I was born in and originally raised in Tokyo, Japan. It took my father thirteen years to see the uses in having an American spouse. He sent me, along with her, overseas. She thinks he's cheating on her; I do too. The rest of my life was simple. I went through the hellish years of school, got a bad habit of fighting, and eventually was bitten by a wolf. Well... you know the results of that. If you didn't, you wouldn't be asking these questions. Once I got use to the change... life became near unbearable. My father wants me back in Japan to begin learning to take over his business but I prefer the simple life of being a student... taking over seems like shackles to me."
" I'm only twenty-three... besides, wolves aren't meant to be chained."
How Some People Might See Me: " People might see me as... many things, I think. But most will see the animal in my eyes. I'm that rare kind of person who oozes intent, whether I want to or not. When I'm angry, it floats in the air like a heavy guillotine. When I'm sad... ... Well let's just say I'm a creature of emotion. They drive me, kinda. Keeps my head above water. My mom likes to pursue her own riches, pyramid schemes and the like... I've always been there to tell her it was stupid. And in response she tells me to take more risks. She knows my situation; I can't help but eye her with contempt when she says thoughtless words like that."
Standing Before a Mirror, I See: " Take a good look at me yourself, tell me what you see. Is it the pitch black of my eyes, the flawless surface of my skin, or... perhaps it the ravenous curls of my hair. Either way, I've never been described as ugly by any of my peers. The girls at my school flocked to me. They enjoyed the fact that I towered over them, that my body, though slim was cut with muscle. Last I checked, I was six-one, impressive for a Asian huh? I dress, finely. Why? I don't know myself."
"... I've always had a unnatural ease when it came to knowing myself. I don't pretend to think otherwise of my actions, I know where they come from and I own up to them. Hell, I'm not ashamed of anything I've done up until now, not even the fine vertical cuts that line my wrist... not even my sacred sins."