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"No nothing." Vivian took off her headphones and set them on the table. She motioned to a near by lycan and whispered something to him. "what are you doing over here?" she wandered how it was that he got past everyone so quickly.

((man lots of activity))

(Aw, leave me why don't you.)

Whilst loping beside James with her predatorial gait and with Jacque following along behind them, Sibyl spotted a flash of a golden blonde werewolf. Scent revealed that it'd been the same werewolf that she'd met just the other day, Pummel. She also smelled Markus' blood and the blood of at least three other lycans so she couldn't help but be curious about the whole ordeal and go to investigate. It was in her nature to investigate things that smelled, especially when they smelled like blood.

She took off down the subway, momentarily forgetting her claustrophobia in her curiousity and was repsulsed to see the werewolf playing fetch with the vampire. Sibyl absolutely dreaded being associated with lycans such as the likes of her that couldn't even control themselves. At least Markus realized that there was a vast difference, one vast enough that she was able to make him uncomfortable with her presence. Her nose visibly cringed in disgust and she actually made a snorting noise that sounded exactly like a wolf or dog blowing out of their nose. Even her teeth were showing as she grimaced at the entire sight. By no means was she civilized or formal but she was no dog either, she had pride but she did not believe in honor.

Apparently, though, they were leaving and she didn't really care to follow as she was still digusted by the behaviour of the lycan. If she scared Markus, it was a hell of a lot better than degrading herself before him and fetching of all the things she could be doing for him. It was no wonder that lycans were often called names such as dogs or pups. Some of them sure as hell acted like them and it disturbed her on a great level. At the very least it was because they were actually humans and had no idea how to be a proper wolf. Lycans were two seperate beings, a wolf and a human.

Sibyl was a lot more complicated than a lycan but she was basically a wolf that was able to change appearance. There was no seperate being or double being to her, the human was the wolf in camouflague and nothing else. She could control her human form and it acted the exact same as she would a wolf minus the being on two legs and whatnot but she'd gotten used to walking on them with years of practice.

She then turned over her shoulder to look at the two males that'd tailed behind her to the sight that'd left her rather disheartened. "So ..." she decided to ask them, "where exactly in the sewers are we gonna walk to? Sorry about the whole short attention span thing but I am a wolf and I kind of tend to roam a lot. Its not only cats that are curious and I honestly don't see why they came up with the whole curious cat thing but wolves are above getting killed by their curiousity so I assume that's why."

She then recalled the comments that Jacque had made and decided to take those up so as not to leave something unsaid. "Bone me? Excuse my ignorance but I haven't become very accustomed with the whole slang terms so would you mind telling me what you mean. I assume its going to be something sexual or whatever and that its rather crude but if you could explain it to me it would be appreciated. Appreciated in the sense that I know what you're saying and unappreciated in the sense that you said it in the first place since I'm getting the idea its going to be crude."

((Low blow there Sibyl =P))

((I meant Sorry not why.)) sweatdrop sweatdrop sweatdrop sweatdrop

Jacque laughed. "Suure you do, and spending time with a woman? What do males think of most often huh? Especially when talking to women. Sex, that's what. Men think of Sex. That's what boning means as well."

"Also wolfess, I am fine as long as people do not touch me. Touching my clothes is fine, touching my skin is a no-no. Which is why I wear what I wear."

Underneath his cloak, he tightened his fists, and tested out his cestus, how easy it would be to slice this hunter's throat and leave him on the floor bleeding out. He hunted lycans, his kind. He would have his revenge on the hunter, even though he would need to buy more clothes, or get some from his apartment. However, the thought of travelling all that way in bloody clothes was not that appealing to him. Jacque stared at the man from under his hood, only barely repressing the killing urge. Mainly because of the dirtyness it would cause. But, he supposed he could always bludgeon the man to death.

And then another thought, looking at the darkened skin of the lycan in front of him and the swaying of her hips as she walked, and he supposed he shouldn't kill the hunter in front of her. Perhaps another time.

"So. A drink anyone?"

((don't worry about it, cuz i did too! sweatdrop lol. back to my appt?))

Jacque grinned. "It all makes sense now. You're a moron. That's why. A moron and what I assume to be a enunch. Or else you wouldn't be denying what your body so obviously wants. I can smell it you know, I can hear your heartrate rising as you look at her, i can smell your pheremones and testosterone rising as you spend time beside her. And I can feel you anger rising as I talk to her. You are jealous and want to have sex with her, even after having just met. Your might want to deny it, but your body cannot. Our bodies are made that way, they are made to procreate and made to have the pleasures sex gives. You can try to deny it all you want, but you know as well as I do, and she can tell as well as I can, we are both of the same race, even if I find my other form repulsive and dirty."

He was tempted to take his arm and wrap it around the lycan, even despite her being undoubtedly dirty, but he was wearing clothes and would not be as germophobic.