Rose Red ]: Bar and Inn

[Unruly Villain]

“Why are you here?”

"Funny you should ask. I've been trying to come up with an answer myself."


Genuinely did her retort come, still very well racking up explanations to her question. Her ears would catch his sigh signaling just how awkward this had been for him as it was for her, removing his hands to have the stool beside her. Now what? Without calculating so far ahead, Eneru remained poised about the near silent atmosphere he created with his presence, idly buying his time playing with his tresses. It was foolish of him really. Why waste time with some complete stranger who mistakenly shared her deepest nightmares and pain with? The 'Cubi bored themselves with such trivial matters unless it involved silk linens and bed sheets to hide under. Supple flesh they could caress and grope free willing without concern of objection. That was about all they were ever good for, wasn't it? So go on Eneru, tell her why you're here.

"Came to see a pretty face?"

Lie. Well, not entirely, but he couldn't say just yet. And he felt stupid for allowing such words to cross teeth and jump lips. If there been any reconciliation, he'd smile to relieve whatever tension lingering in air. An awkward laugh to follow. By the look of things, he was getting nowhere with the redhead, half-anticipating her yelling for him to leave. Far from where he wanted to be, quitting this false pretense of a dunce. Exhaling deeply, his uptight posture relaxed, broad shoulders slump. Visage soft and his hues alight staring into whatever he'd been envisioning: a dream of how much better this all could have went.

"It's no pesky illusion that we dream of living a normal lifestyle. I'm surely not a believer of the pleasurable and euphoric life easily at our fingertips..."

His words trailed, subconsciously wishing that he'd gain some attention in light of his words.

"I guess, what I'm trying to say is, keeping holding on to whatever separates you from the rest. Because ultimately in the end, it'll make you stronger."

[Rose Scented]

She laughed at his words, head canting, red curls falling to the left and over her shoulder where she ran slender fingers through it, exposing the infinity sign in jet black ink on the back of her neck. In fact, her laugh continued for a few moments in a high girly soprano, one hand flattening to her chest in merriment. It just sounded so funny, such a simple reason that they both knew to be only a half-truth, that she couldn't help it, and she laughed some more, bowing onto the bar and continuing to laugh until her cheeks and ribs ached. "Well..." She managed in a shaky voice between peals of laughter. "I guess you came to the right place."

It was several moments before she was fully composed, cheeks flushed rose and eyes shining with unshed tears that she wiped away with dainty fingers and a satisfied sigh.

He had moved to the barstool next to her, settled but seeming to want to say something he was unsure how to word, so while he thought Scarlett flicked her fingers and brought forth a bottle of clear vodka, highest proof legally sold, and a small, crystal s**t glass etched with frosted roses. For herself, she further sipped her wine, chest finally falling rhythmically once more. Her eyebrows pulled up as he finally spoke, and her drink lowered down untouched. So he, this foreign being of familiar origins felt the same as she did, that the life of sex, drugs, rock'n roll wasn't all that was available, that even creatures solely designed to give and receive sexual pleasure coud have more.

She openly stared before shaking her head. "I'm beginning to believe it's not worth it." She said lightly, shaking her head and chuckling, though it was now bitter. "Don't you see? We're demons. From Hell itself. We aren't granted the right to love and happiness, only destruction and pain."


With: Eneru. Wearing: This.


What's love got to do with it?

What's love but a second hand emotion?

What's love got to do with it?

Who needs a heart, when a heart can be broken?


OOC:

[We Could Be Villains]

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Sleep came in a vision of beauty,
She hovered over my bed;
She had her holy way with me,
And made me c** like the clergy -
She led me through a cluttered gallery,
Took me by the hand and she said,
"Come here boy, stick your head between my legs
and start praying."

Fate had a funny way of drawing the two together, didn’t it?

But that’s jumping ahead of the story, which would be rude of the narrator. At this point, Chance Arden was traipsing through back alleys with a hop in her step. Long, bare legs strode onward with a swing of coke bottle hips, meeting the pavement as loud cracking of her heels; the thundering steps of a woman with purpose echoing through the city. Had it been any other night, it wouldn’t have been uncommon for the dark creature to have company, but this was a special occasion. A reunion of sorts.

It didn’t take long for the tall female to exit the jungle of buildings and begin down the long, open road leading out of town. What a strange way for the creature to go, being the destination in mind was somewhat a mystery, but within a matter of moments, she found herself glancing over a three pronged sign. In her head, the familiar buzz of the beast was up in arms, attempting to drag her back from this meeting place. How could it ever really wish to see her fulfill something embedded in her destiny? A parasite rarely accepted logic, especially if it was the meeting of two souls meant to be without it, and the Caetos was no different.

“You’ll get your time soon enough.” The Fae breathed offhandedly as her heeled steps once more had the blond traveling towards her destination; a place known as Rose Red. Tacky name, but her incubus was never one she’d mistake as a patron of modern establishments. Otherwise, they’d be in some seedy bar off Main street like the good old days. Well, there was always time for that… For now, her golden locks uncurled along her mostly bare shoulders, complimenting the heaving cleavage her form provided. Chance had many admirable assets, and she did a fine joke putting them all on display – though her most important feature were those curious hues of blues and greys. A swirling, shifting mess of iris that shared colors with this world otherwise unknown. A Fae would always possess such eyes, even when corrupted by whatever it was that inhabited Chance.

You know what they say about malice? It simply breeds more, all in due time. Maybe that was why Chance was so alluring to the male (and often times female) persuasion. Something about the buxom blond bombshell seemed to scream ‘Release in me’, and many saw that as a string of opportunities to save themselves. Though, few were given such options in the end. Not with Chance as their co-pilot. In fact, Chance knew only a handful of individuals who had overcome the charm, grace and infinite bravado she exuded, and Eneru Killian was one of them. But, if he hadn’t been a keeper in the first place, would he be the father of her children? Would he have been so willing to bind their souls in contract?

Chance put fear in the hearts of cross road demons and the vermin of Hell for countless years, because Chance had consumed more of them than Lucifer himself. A Vereaux by birth, and a carrier by choice, this beautiful, ravaging creature stepping inside the building seemed to light up the room. A foyer lit by the Faerie female was quite a sight to see, but this place seemed inter connecting, so her arrival was all the more obvious. Not that she wanted to hide, with those aqua hues casting their eerie glow across the room. He would feel her from a mile away, and while he could deny it all he wanted, she would smell his excitement.

Not for the Succubus accompanying him, but for the woman who had almost stolen his soul, all those years before. How funny. She’d bite her tongue on the matter, and give her usual knowing look to the Incubus, as though to silent reprimand him for his choice of company. “Well, look what the Garou dragged in…” A flash of pristine incisors crossed her features, bright and clear like someone was offering a flashbulb applause to her entrance. “Eneru, I really wouldn’t expect you in a place like this. Get lost?” but before he, or his companion could reply, the Fae clicked her tongue and stole a seat down the way. He’d find his way to the beast if he wanted more interaction, though something told the ancient blond there was no need.

He knew why Chance was there, so why prolong the inevitable?






The earth stood still,
And the air fell ill,
And the sky bled acid rain for days.
Suckled, sincere, and crystal clear
Like the sound of falling dirt upon
The lid of my coffin.

[Unruly Villain]

There it was again.

Silence.

Fearing the worst had the mauve haired drifter nearly upright, but intuition betrayed him when he heard a laugh.- her laugh. A high arch of fine hairs rose, putting two and two together but nothing equaling four. Simplicity did wonders despite being half-truths, reclaiming his seat in interval for his answer slipped between peals of laughter registering soprano.

"I guess you came to the right place."

Unfortunately so. A blind man to roseate cheeks and few tears he otherwise would have missed to see to how hastily they've been rid of. Because in her small moment of recovery had he been forging the explicit details of his past; his demeanor another than the one seen moments ago. Undoubtedly was his ambiance tranquil, perhaps even timid to share anymore than he had. Head sunk, his tresses masked his features in a heavy shade, shielding any attempt to read his inner-struggles. Any individual of third perspective would question what it is that refrained the incubus from brilliantly sharing his incisors and friends as the scene cued for. So go on... Tell her, Eneru.

Tell her what made your heart so heavy. Tell her of the ache to feel an ache.

"I'm beginning to believe it's not worth it. Don't you see? We're demons. From Hell itself. We aren't granted the right to love and happiness, only destruction and pain."

A contradiction.

If that were true, why did he feel the way he felt? Why not let it all forever burn? As she had wished of him to never hurt again.

"You're wro--"

Pause.

A nervous sweat arrived racing down his temple. From a mile away, he could feel her easily lift his heavy heart into his throat. Correctly thought as a cruel act of fate, already imagining it present-time: strutting all the gifts that forbid the Fae' from ever sharing a more than friend relation with the 'Cubi. Form visibly shaken, it'd be difficult for anyone to say whether he was nervous or excited. Four months of no trail to follow, it's as if she had simply vanished off the face of Earth/Gaia. Left with the memories of her and the nin' who wasn't twice the man he was. Literally, in height and weight and everything in between. The dormant evil people sacrificed woodland critters to while disguised as a sexy blond with loose morals. The spider who spun the web his body couldn't shed. The monstrous woman, who at one time, was called his lover. His Fae'...

Chance Arden.

“Well, look what the Garou dragged in…”

********.

In that instance had all his memories of ONS came flashing in rapid succession. The many nights their finger traced images along the hold of each other's arms. Their many disputes and all it's worth of conciliation afterwards. Teasing the walking paradox Nathan he ultimately had to kill before revived again. The cabin in the woods. Cheswick, Braelin, Kimiko, Selina, Christine, Dallas, Dakota, Ziggy, Fortune, Silky... And at last, their children, Kismet and Providence. It all came rushing back to tug at his strings. The incubus closed his eyes, unsure of what to make of a scene that never crossed his mind.

“Eneru, I really wouldn’t expect you in a place like this. Get lost?”

Nerves settled in. His being shook. And as much as he hated to say, growled interestingly to the turn of events.

So, this is where the fun began, did it?

"Maybe I did. Ditched the nin', did you?" He answered, able to lift his features with a twisted smirk at his lips; gaze shooting to Scarlett for just a moment.

"Meet Chance. Chance, meet Scarlett."

[thinly veiled contempt]

Alex - Entering the Rose

Alex's work took him all around Gaia, but usually to those more skeevy of establishments. Bars, underground fighting rings which weren't so underground, brothels, you name it. If it attracts unsavory clientele, chances are that he's been associated with it in some fashion. But this was the kind of place that left him feeling out of his element. Healthy, well-kept lawns, the concrete path, the... is that a cherub-topped fountain? [********' hell..." Just one more thing to add to the list of why Alex stuck out like a sore thumb. His brown hair had that "just woke up" look to it, a simple black hoodie clung to his upper body, while a pair of faded, dark blue jeans and black sneakers rounded out his rough-and-tumble appearance. Moving past the fountain and its fat baby decoration, he pushed open the glass doors and finally entered the mansion proper.

The fingers of his right hand continued to move about as if they were pulling the strings of a puppet, although it was actually a lighter being manipulated, which floated and twisted lazily a couple feet above said hand. Orbs of dull gray flitted about, taking in everything they could about the new surroundings. Haughty was the first word that came to Alex's mind, given the rather extravagant appearance of everything. He was more familiar with the dank, dirty underbelly of the nearby cities, along with their inherent thrills and dangers. Being somewhere that appeared to be... safe, at least on the surface, unsettled him just a bit. Those were thoughts better left to be mulled over at a later date however, since the male certainly wasn't going to find any excitement by just standing there.

He decided to turn left, passing underneath the archway that led to the rather expansive bar room. Three other individuals were currently inside, and at least two of them knew each other, from the sound of it. The blonde's tone was amusingly condescending as she addressed the mauve-haired fellow, causing the faintest of smirks to crack Alex's otherwise neutral expression. The lot of them would all get a passing glance, but little else, as he found his way to the end of the bar and took a seat. The lighter that he was previously levitating fell into his hand before he sat down, and it was pocketed soon after. Service would likely come soon enough, but for the time being, eavesdropping would be enough to hold the male's attention.

[Mystical Villain]

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The Life Eater
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Tick-tock goes the clock and oh how time goes by.

"Just counting down the days till you and I must die."

Words sung in a singsong voice much unfitting the male figure they came from. A long road lay ahead of the suited form whose arrival came about as mysterious as the words he directed at no one in particular. He stood alone, feet against cold stone, the trickling of water from a fountain his only confirmation that the well dressed beast still had his wits in order. At least he was dressed the part for such an extravagant looking establishment, if he bothered to straighten his clothes up a bit, but then he wouldn't be Zeno without a little lack in class here and there.

Why Zeno chose this particular place was apparent as soon as the doors were pushed open with the usual gusto that one in his position of power cared to give in a casual situation. Which was to say, about as lazily as a sloth. Ice cold orbs, the piecing gaze that could chill most mortals to their bones if tuned correctly aimed its way around the room and oh what a sight he beheld. Not one that surprised him, naturally, twas his purpose for walking into an otherwise unassuming habitat better suited for a lower class of monster. The glass of the entrance behind him frosted over at his touch, an effect not easily turned off. Besides, it didn't matter to those already in the room if he let his presence known.

What the powerhouses they had here tonight, though. Himself, Chance, and Eneru, who happened to be Chance's old if not current flame. He cared about nearly every detail of his parasite holding equal, but not enough to keep present on her love life so much. Such were trivial happenings to be honest. He walked these grounds in little fear of the whore he decided to involve in his story. Moments had long gone by, the thread of Zeno and Chance's story long finished being spun: the 'heroes' had charged the castle and a true monster was 'slain', a princess would be 'saved', and things would go on to be one 'happy' ending.

Yet, creatures like Zeno were not so simply killed, and the abyss would not take him, even at the bequest of a blond monster's desires. He served the gods as well and had much work to do for them. Their conflict had put but a small dent in the reservoir of lives he'd taken over the ages. So here they were, Zeno following at her heels mostly to irritate the woman. Their story at a close until a new one could be written, a new ball of yarn woven into a pattern. For now, a dull ember or two to illuminate their paths.

Enough of Chance, it struck him with thoughts most unfitting his company, which happened to be another one of the patrons, not an individual he knew personally. Someone the abomination happened to be drawn to all the same, however. The last one to meet his gaze would rest by the lovely couple, in a situation he wished no part in other than to observe and try his best not to be amused at. Ultimately, he'd fail quite stunningly at that. "Share a drink? Share a tale? Something to appease a god?" A roll of his eyes and a wave of his hand would drag a crystal glass from the shadows to the counter top, to which he'd pour a dark liquor from a flask hidden in his coat. Turning slightly in his stool, Zeno would crack a grin to lighten the mood in case it needed to be. "I kid, I kid, but can't expect to sit by your lonesome and hope no one takes notice. Is a public place meant for socialize, or drowning your thoughts in heavy intoxication. You, seem keen to neither, which is unacceptable." Taking a sip from the metal container, he'd show it wasn't going to kill him before slipping it back into an inner pocket and pushing the glass over to the man with black hair like himself. "We'll start with introductions, I'm Zeno." To which the other male with black hair and tinted glasses held out hand eagerly awaiting reciprocation on several fronts. He loved to talk after all, for hours on end till otherwise told to shut it and then some.

Forceful, yes, but it moved things along.


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location: The Rose Red - bar counter
feeling: Absolutely peachy
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[thinly veiled contempt]

Alex - Meeting new people against his will

Now, Alex was usually all for having a bit of a chat, even a bit of an unexpected chat, but that was usually a sentiment reserved for those of the female disposition. Despite any kind of qualms he may have had, he was in the s**t now. Or rather, he'd been thrown into it by a rather spirited gentleman. "God, huh? There seem to be a lot of those running around on this planet." Those gray orbs would carefully follow the movements of his darker-haired company, eyes narrowing just a touch out of perplexity more than anything. Alex wasn't expecting the drink to be poison or anything, since randomly offing a stranger in such a manner would likely create too much of a spectacle in this kind of setting. But even if nefarious intentions were expected, seeing the other male put back some of the liquid probably wouldn't have eased his mind at all. It seemed like everyone he encountered had ******** up genetics or resistance to poison or something equally as ridiculous. "I've always been more of an observer. The amount of information you can gather from simply listening is astonishing sometimes." The glass before him would get one more look before he grabbed it and took a swig. Alcohol tolerance was something he had built up over the years out of necessity, so whatever had been poured out of that flask would most likely not have too much of an effect on the human.

Setting the glass down, he would extend his own hand to shake that of this person who appeared intent on just rattling off sentences. "Alexander. Nice to meet you. So, what drove you to seek out a place like this? You look to be dressed appropriately enough, but I get the sense that like myself, this isn't exactly your element." Somewhat contrived for Alex's tastes, but small talk was just that after all.

[Mystical Villain]

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A god, was he? In his own words none the less, spoken more as a joke than anything else. All the same is wasn't any less true.

On this plane existed many a being that referred to themselves such. In this, and jumping to conclusions; what is a mere mortal man such as the one before him to a god? Put further, what place did a god have amongst a nonbeliever. Zeno did not believe in such entities, a beginning and an end, nothing more nothing less. No higher power to rule and judge as some deity, just another individual higher up on the food chain until taken over by one of greater ability.

A scoff, brief, cold blue orbs wandering around the room over to chance while he spoke. his pretty monster just hiding in plain sight; a pity really that he couldn't have her. "Yes, so there are. Not that I can complain, more food for me and such. Just be glad I saved you the rather brief, philosophical thoughts I had on the matter. As it is, I can be known to ramble on and on." Many a so called god had been stricken down by Zeno. For in the kingdom of many similar names, it's hard to stand out above the rest. Fodder really, most of them are. Giving themself a silly little title because they think they can throw a bit of their weight around.

"I like that, an observer. It's what I enjoy most, sitting down in a place and merely listening. Don't mind the hypocrisy in what I said, it helps when most tend to steer clear of you by just a glance." It did in fact please Zeno to see Alex take his drink in good faith. The beast knew far too many who could not trust a drink freely given to them by bartender, not even thinking about a man you'd just met. for that, perhaps he'd choose not to eat the younger male after this was all over with, but he still needed to eat. The hunger panged at his core.

To feast

Pushed back into the farthest reaches, such a command wouldn't waver Zeno's attention in the slightest. Hand freed from the handshake it returned to his lap to lightly grip at his pants.."A pleasure, Alex, truly. If I may call you that?" Zeno would pause but for a second, but began again so quickly in returning to speech that it was but a show of good faith. He always did as he wished after all. "My drive to choose this local as a momentary stop isn't all that complex. The girl with the mess of blonde chatting it up with the lower life forms. Us two are bound by fate in some way yet unforeseen. It may be nothing more that simple butting heads from time to time, but still inevitable all the same. I'm not good with destiny, but when it happens there's no real arguing it. There's a natural order to all things, us godly types included. There he goes monologuing again, one long continuous sentence with no real purpose to it other than to hear himself speak. One day he'd get over it, or perhaps not, it was something that made Zeno who he was.

"Sorry, you'll get used to trailing off, how about you. What brings you here? Not your average shady bar in some back alley. This is above even my class really, more suited to the noisy, seedy places. Better for making deals with the devil so to speak."


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location: The Rose Red - bar counter
feeling: Absolutely peachy
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[Rose Scented]

He’d been going to tell her she was wrong. That they could love, that they should love, that just like mangy dogs living in small wooden houses and eating from metal bowls they shouldn’t give in to breed standards. Raise the bar. Set a new standard.

What a load of cr-

A woman entered; buxom, blond, throwing off an attitude of self-importance and fae energy that just kind of made Scarlett roll her eyes and turn back to her wine while lighting a cigarette in the process, ignoring the reaction that Eneru had to her presence alone. Where once it would have intrigued the redhead, it now completely disinterested her. She would have had more fun watching paint dry than trying to figure out the connections that the two shared. Despite her current lack of interest, however, she smiled in a kind, if not somewhat absent way at the woman and nodded her pretty little head down, then back up in a casual greeting. “Bonsoir.” She greeted as she stood, wandering her way around the counter to the employee station where she was more easily labeled as someone who could serve you drinks.

Before she could offer to Chance, however, another gentleman entered, and then a third and Scarlett blinked her emerald eyes in surprise.

Dang. There hadn’t even been this many people at Rose Red’s initial opening however-long-ago, not that she was complaining, the quiet lifestyle had always suited her best.

One small hand lifted to the left shoulder of her grey shirt and she tugged it to the side and down the alabaster curb, manicured nails absently scratching at the near healed crescent of fang marks that remained on a bed of fresh, pink new skin. “Can I get anyone anything?” She asked lightly, gaze sweeping around the room as she gave old and new acquaintances the time to speak without her interfering.


With: Err'one. Wearing: This.


What's love got to do with it?

What's love but a second hand emotion?

What's love got to do with it?

Who needs a heart, when a heart can be broken?


OOC:

[Rose Scented]

“I’VE GOT BIG BALLS, I’VE GOT BIG BALLS, AND THEY’RE SUCH BIG BALLS, FANCY BIG BALLS.”

The radio blared, Celeste sang along – though not well – despite the rather pessimistic woman that sat beside her on the passenger seat as she raced down the dirt to gravel and back again roads, debris flying from spinning tires and her music infecting the woods with its innuendo, smoke blowing from the side of her mouth and the f** clutched in her left hand. Turning rather suddenly, yanking on the e-brake and hitting gas as hard as she could she whipped the car around in a near perfect three-sixty before releasing the brake, straightening the wheel and kicking off straight, swinging right into a parallel parking spot with a grin towards her dark haired companion. “Oh c’mon, sis. It ain’t so bad.” Celeste said with a wink and a laugh, her voice changing octaves as she turned the engine off and the need to shout left.

Celeste climbed from the car, grabbed her bag from the back and started towards the front door, not bothering to wait for Anna to follow behind, as pessimistic as she was being these days. Pushing through Celeste moved into the foyer and picked up the two keys left there with her name next to them, a reservation she’d called in earlier, before she headed up the stairs, ears picking up the subtle sounds of conversation down in the main area.


With: Katarina. Wearing: This.


A domesticated girl that's all you ask of me,

Darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy.

Moon's awake now, with eyes wide open,

My body is craving, so feed the hungry.


OOC:

[Iris Lunaria]

₰ Anna O'Brien ₰



"Vou keep saving me, Upyr"

Anna sat within the passenger seat, dealing with her sisters insufferable choice in music, as she rose in silence. Her mind was busy, filled with the passing events and scenes that she couldn’t seem to let go and allowed to vanish. Pale lids lightly closed over piercing blue orbs as she sighed lightly. Even as her annoying companion pulled her infamous ‘parking without parking’ trick, the dark haired one simply sat there un-amused. “If ya really want to impress me, do it blindfolded next time.” She spoke, her accent carrying a European hint to it. Within moments, she had pried her bags from the back seat as well and made swift to catch up to the louder one.

Anna clicked lightly into the new establishment in a pair of black leather, flat heeled, boots, leather pants, and a tight black tank top secured and hidden by a black jacket. Her short black tendrils swayed lightly across her delicate features as she moved through the foyer and behind her sister. “So this is where we’re staying?” She asked, the accent coming forth again. She paused, hearing the conversations in the distance but no voice appeared familiar to her. She caught up to the other and moved to pry a key from her hand before viewing it herself.

Wearing:I wear this.
Theme song: I crave you...
O.O.C.

[VEEB0MB3R]

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[Princeps]

Speaking of mangy dogs living in small wooden houses...

It had been a while, too long to accurately recall the many days since his last appearance, that a certain someone had made his way from the lovely forest into the private grounds of a certain succubus. As old, worn combat boots crunched dead leaves and the trot of his companions followed in line electric blue eyes scanned the once desert house that stood as the crown of the lovely estate. "Ssshh." The man ordered silence, the footsteps stopped dead in place.

The once lonely house was once again vivid with life. Darn, he wasn't expecting anyone else. The Rose Red was no longer for him and his to enjoy. "Dogs." Blue orbs looked down at his canine pals. A little Chihuahua who's right foot was hanging in mid air and long ears that perked up, it's black little head titled to look back at it's master. This pet was the younger of the two. The aged American Pit Bull Terrier whose pelt was white as it could be sat down and like it's partner in crime turned to face the man called Sydney Valentino. A gentle tug of the leashes and their momentary pauses gave way to the same languid walk all three carried.

For all intended purposes and as arrogant as it seemed the Rose Red was his second home. As much as the once exiled could call a place home. Slow and steady, the man walked his canines out of the clearing, past the colorful gardens and around the pool that seemed inviting after a long day of walking through the sea of green that surrounded the place. But no, his walk led him to around and to the front. Their scent would carry long before their steps were heard.

With the crunch of leaves replaced with the tap of boot against pavement the man stopped, another tug given to his dogs as something caught his eye. The tiniest of gaps between door and frame could still be seen, someone had just walked in as just before he could see each other. "Well isn't that a change." The man said to no one in particular. The backpack slung across one shoulder was laid down and unzipped. Out came the stainless bowls filled with cold water from a hydration pack and a pair of dog biscuits given to each of his companions. The two docile creatures would lounge to the side of the entrance, taking rest after a fun day of running free and chasing squirrels.

Their master on the other hand would walk in, door opened with a pull and closed with enough of a push so the lock clicked into the frame. The rattan cowboy had that adorned his short hair was taken in one hand while the other buttoned up the cream colored dress shirt. A long day of adventuring had left him the odd man out amongst those who would seem him and vice versa. No matter.

"Afternoon."

Appearances lied.

[Rose Scented]

With bags dropped onto the bed in her own room, Celeste poked her head into the adjoining room her sister was to use before plopping herself down onto the bed, stretching out in her light colored garb with her head resting on her palm. “Well, it would look like it, wouldn’t it?” Celeste commented back with a gloating smile.

She and Anna were as different as white and brown rice with opposing looks to match, and though they were constantly at each other’s throats there was still a very definitive, sibling love that remained between them.

Before Anna’s eyes Celeste downshifted into the pure white wolf that the woman was so fond of, her head canted to the side in an offering of comfort snuggles.


With: Katarina. Wearing: Wolf Form.


A domesticated girl that's all you ask of me,

Darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy.

Moon's awake now, with eyes wide open,

My body is craving, so feed the hungry.


OOC:

[Iris Lunaria]

₰ Katarina Elaine Dyakov ₰



"Vou keep saving me, Upyr"

Anna had dragged her overly stuffed duffle bag into the adjoining room. The room was lovely, and she expected no less coming from her sister’s assessment of what was appropriate for them to live in. It never mattered how long their stay would be, Celeste always had the taste of a royal. It was a part that Anna adored about her; that she always traveled in style. Piercing blue orbs turned to the lighter hair lingering along the door frame, wearing that familiar gloating smile. “Thank you, Celeste.” She spoke and without going into an explanation of what that meant. She knew the other would figure it out. She knew Celeste would take in her appreciation of traveling with her. Being by her side.

Anna began to unzip her bag and, piece by piece, she began to put clothing away in the correct drawers, hanging outfits, what little she had, up in the closet as though they were always hanging there. As the bag began to empty, growing lower and closer towards the bottom with the now lack of contents, Anna paused. She felt her heart drop as her fingers moved through a red velvet bag. Inside, she felt it. Without placing actual eyes along the item, she could tell exactly what it was.

Her long and slender fingertips moved outwards, taking with it the snowflake necklace, adorned in the best quality, cut, of diamonds. Her lips parted and remained open as if she wanted to say something, at least to sigh, but held back from doing so. Eager nails worked to pry the jewelry’s clasp open before she placed it around her neck and secured the necklace back along it’s proper place; her neck. After the bag was emptied, and everything was placed within it’s spot, Anna felt her body long for the comfort of the strange bed. They have been driving for hours and her mind was racing with possibilities.

Things that could be happening as she remained here. It would be the unknown that drove her crazy. The worrying. The silence of not knowing. She hated it, she hated it all. Anna lightly collapsed along the bed and fell back along the pillow before turning over and facing the now wolf formed sister. Her fingertips moved to brush through the other’s fur coat. Soft to her fingertips and calming to her mind. Her voice lowered to a mere whisper as she spoke. The two being alone it shouldn’t have been over heard by anyone else. “Do vou think he’s alright?” She spoke, her accent completely different now that the two were in the privacy of their own place.


Wearing:I wear this.
Theme song: I crave you...
O.O.C.

[Rose Scented]

No one had immediately taken her offer of food or drink, so Letty had taken her cigarette and her glass of wine in hand, moving towards the lone stool behind the counter where she settled down and contently observed the happenings around her.

Though that didn’t last nearly as long as she would have hoped.

A scent caught in the air, blew in through under the door, wafted through the chimney, infected, burned and caressed all at the same time and Scarlett felt herself growing agitated. Of all the bloody people – no pun intended – to show up on a night like this, it had to have been Sydney. Green eyes intensely burned in the direction of the door, and when he walked in confirming the scent she’d already recognized, Scarlett’s head tipped forward and smacked straight into the marble bar top with a rather loud thud, the various glasses and ashtrays on its polished surface jumping from the forced contact. “Bon sang.” She muttered under her breath, fingers finding and scratching at the fang marks once more, mostly out of irritation with the healing process.

She sat up swiftly, fingers moving from her shoulder to her forehead as she stood, rounded the bar yet again and moved to stand a few feet from her oldest friend, and the second to last person she ever thought she'd see. "Bonsoir, monsieur Valentino, vous avez bonne mine."


With: Sydney. Wearing: This.


What's love got to do with it?

What's love but a second hand emotion?

What's love got to do with it?

Who needs a heart, when a heart can be broken?


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