After reading a few comments I decided to go back and re-read this story. I was a little horrified. So I have revised it while keeping the story the same. I hope you find it easier to enjoy. Let me know :)
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Her entire life, Lyra had heard the stories. Stories of wild cats that can make themselves look like people. Some call them shifters, others call then skin walkers. All of them call them dangerous. She had never seen, or even heard a resent story about one. She had just dismissed them as stories to scare the kids in town.
The day that changed, she was walking through town when she saw a man heading in the opposite direction. His stride resembled that of a confident predator, unafraid of its surroundings. The grace seen in his every movement was magnified by the gorgeous flowing black hair that seemed to catch every stray breeze, brushing along his waist. Soft black clothes stretched tight over his solid muscles, framed in a deep, almost black, blue cloak. As he moved, his foot falls made no sound and even more unsettling, his bare feet seemed to leave no marks in the loose dirt. Looking up at the man headed her way, Lyra nearly tripped when she saw his eyes. Surrounding his black pupils was a faint band of gold.
As he passed, she heard him breath in and was a little shocked when he started purring. When she glanced back to get another look at him, he was gone. When she turned back to continue on with her day, she ran into a tall figure. Moments before hitting the ground, she felt strong arms slip around her and lift her back to her feet. Her gaze rose to meet the eyes of the man she had just passed.
A warm smile softened his hard features."You should be more careful."
She gazed deeply into his eyes, her voice a soft whisper."What are you?"
Standing, he gently set her back on her feet. His easily six foot frame gave him a wonderful view of her perfect body while he gazed down at her. She was a beautiful woman standing at 5'6, long chocolate brown hair, lightly tanned skin, with the most striking blue eyes. Because of all the stories the humans spread about his kind, he knew it wasn't good to be honest with her. Instead of lying to this beautiful woman, he instead gave her a smile and walked past her. As he passed her, his long hair brushed her face, his scent giving her a tingly sensation all the way down to her toes.
She turns after a few moments lost in thought."Hey I asked you a....."
The sentence was cut short when she saw him turn back to face her. His eyes were not more animal than before, his pupil dark slits in a sea of pure gold. Smiling at her shocked expression, he continued into the woods. When she finally snapped out of her shock, she ran toward where he disappeared into the tree line.
Finally catching up with him, she stood in front of him and asked what had been on her mind since first catching sight of him."Are you a shifter?"
Unsure of the intent of her question, he played it safe for the moment."Why do you ask?"
"I just," She paused looking for the right words."I always heard shifters were dangerous, but you seem...." She paused again thinking. "More interesting than dangerous."
Laughing softly, his deep voice vibrating, he asked "Who said I was a shifter?"