What Are You? | Rostasyia
Roman couldn’t help it since he laid eyes on her when the attack had happened, he felt this pull towards the witch and he didn’t understand why. He has never felt such a strong pull from his human and wolf side before with anyone, what was surprising was that it was a witch that it happened with. He could tell she wasn’t just any witch, it was evident the moment he saw her and he couldn’t figure it out. He knew she was an older witch and was basically immortal but he had never met one like her, not that any experiences with witches in his past went that well. Especially his experience, having been captured and tortured by one when he was a teenager who especially hated wolves and felt they were inferior and should be slaves. Since that night he had been secretive about watching her, staying far enough away to just watch while in his wolf form in the shadows of the forest surrounding her home, wherever he caught her scent he was there to watch, wanting to find out more about her. It was another night where he had done just that, she was outside in the moon and firelight behind her home, he couldn’t exactly tell if she was training or just practicing some spell but he was watching in the darkness, glad that his wolf form was mostly black so he could blend in.