1 Bite

[wolfwhistle]

[It's the first thing he does, follow the only familiar scent in this entire place. Standing in front of his house, to being somewhere else in seconds...With a sky that doesn't look even remotely normal?

They're going to have the answers. It takes no real effort to slide in through the open window, to sneak up behind the teenager in the chair, even without his abilities, and grab him by the sleeve of his over-shirt.

This Stiles? Is you meeting the wall, and his forearm pressing down across the base of your throat, lightly.

This look? Says so much]

HOLY GOD-- Derek?

[God, it's been months since he's seen any faces from home. And while he might prefer Scott, Derek's better than a random hunter]

Stiles!

[Explain, immediately. Him being here is obviously not a big deal, because it's all your fault]

Comments

[draca]

They arrived with me from my home, yes.

[imalwaysright]

You have dragons at home? Where are you from?

[draca]

I was born in a place called Westeros, or the Seven Kingdoms.

[imalwaysright]

Yeah, okay. I've never heard of that.

[draca]

I would be surprised if you had. From what I understand it is in a completely different world from your own.

[imalwaysright]

That sounds about right. Plenty of people from plenty of different worlds around here.

[draca]

Yes. [ A sigh. ] It can get a little confusing at times.

[imalwaysright]

I feel like that's an understatement.