Red Meadow.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

[Meeting]

Makki shrugged, raising her arms casually. "Well I doubt any of you know his whereabouts right about now, and my clan specializes in tracking and assimilation... So we know how to deal with weres like him. But I understand what you're saying. I'll contact my clan the moment I hear they've picked him up. We merely have to show him he has nothing to fear from us before sending him to you." The wereraven nodded respectfully. "Though we're used to taking in stray weres, so if he doesn't, y'know, mix, just send him back over. We could use a new brother." She laughed. The majority of the Trickster Clan consisted of females, and that was okay, but she wished there were more guys all the same.

[City Streets]

Red rubbed his forehead and stayed calm. "Madame, I am not going to tell you to remain calm. You are faced with a situation you have no idea what to do in, and your first instinct is to run. That is fine, I will not hunt you, but please," He got down on one knee. "Speak nothing of what you have seen, I implore you. If not for the sake of my people, then for the your own reputation in society. What is done, is done, you have witnessed a transformation," He glared at Stephen, "And there is no way to take that back. I gave you a choice. I told you you would be free to go if you did not want to come with me, but I beg you to keep your silence."

"Just look at me. Relax, deep breaths, you are scared. I have not yet given you a reason to feel threatened by me. I am not an enemy; if I wanted to kill you, I would have done so from the shadows, but here I am, presenting myself to you. I am just a messenger. Messengers are not scary, no? Messengers get shot for delivering a message sometimes. It is I who am terrified right now." He chuckled lightly, the nervousness apparent in his voice.

He did not want to screw up.

Stephen was dangerous, he knew that much. He had the blood of dragons in him- he could smell it. It was a different blend, but it was dragon no less.

"So I will deliver my message; you may ask of me any question, and I will answer to the best of my ability. I will clear up your confusion, and I will prove that you are indeed, not crazy." He said, getting up before sighing as Stephen spoke.

Red casually turned to the side, calmly evading the fireball before looking at Stephen with disdain. "I am tired of being called a liar." He said calmly, stepping back into the shadows of the alley, disappearing.

As Stephen turned around, Red was nowhere to be found. He had somehow managed to reappear right behind Katt, blocking her path as she turned to run to her home. "You attacked me during a conversation. That wasn't very nice." He scowled, and stepped back, away from Katt, and away from Stephen, going back into an alley. His bright blue eyes were the only things visible in the darkness, his pupils becoming slits once more.

"Have you ever heard of The Cycles of Reynard? It is a very old story about a trickster, the fox, Reynard, constantly outsmarting his arch nemesis, the wolf knight, Maugrim. This fox could use a sword, yes, but his mind was far sharper than any sword. I do not want to harm you, I only want your trust. I will prove it now, first by showing you that one CAN control one's self, and second, that I mean you no harm."

He stepped out of the shadows again, but now he was a Loup-Garou... a very rare subspecies too, as he took the form of a fox rather than a wolf. Unlike regular weres, Loup-Garou were smaller, more compact, practically human in shape. His clothes were still on, and they had stretched only slightly. His boots still fit him well. He was pretty much a fox if his body were the shape of a human's.

Red dropped his jacket, leaving him in a plain white tee-shirt that hugged his body and showed off his athletic build. He spread his arms openly, making himself vulnerable. "See? I'm still in control. I don't like you, but I do not feel the need to kill you. You are a lost and confused creature who does not understand himself, let alone others. I was just like you once. I was a child who thought that the entire world was against me because of my curse, but unlike you, I was born this way, and I have lived a cursed life for as long as I lived. I hated my father and my mother for creating me, and I vowed to kill every last one of the of my blasted kind."

"But... I met someone who told me I did not have to fight. Fighting solved nothing, it only made me hate more. They showed me how to make peace with my inner beast, and how I could integrate into society and just feel like a normal, accepted person once more." He sat down on the ground. "Sit." He lowered himself further. "Lay down." He rolled over. "Roll over." He raised his paws. "Beg." He dropped backward. "And play dead." He chuckled, trying to show Katt that he had a sense of humor, and hoped that the cute fox charm would help break the tension a little.

He sat up again. "I have tamed my inner beast, and I have tamed myself. I have never felt more at peace. If you still believe that I have no control, that I'd kill you after humbling and humiliating myself before you-" He spread his arms again. "Then strike me as much as you want. I will not retaliate. Strike until you are satisfied that I will not harm either of you. I will neither growl, nor glare, nor bare my fangs, because I want to help you, monsieur Stephen. I want to help you, madame Katt. So please just make this easy for all of us, and listen to me."