Blood Haven, a precast thread

[LoganDarkHolme]

with his Signature in place Ken straightened himself up, a tingling in the back of his neck his head tilted around. Someone was watching him, his eyes scanned the crowd of people and finally rested on a male sitting at a table, looking rather out of place the way he was dressed with his boots kicked up on the table. Ken let his nostril's flare, his piercing yellow gaze staring unblinking at the male. He was a were-wolf too. The aura he cast off was all alpha, ken snorted and shook his head, looking away from the male. Great one more Alpha personality to contend with, bad enough with the egotistical Vampire.

with a Sigh Ken watchs as people begin to pair off, the scent of so many species in one room coupled with the over powering smell of arousal, sex had him rubbing his nose, shaking his head he muttered to himself and moved over to a table with food, grabbing up a plate he stuffed it and took to a private seat, his eyes watching everyone, learning, memorized scents, auras, voices.

 

[laceandcogs]

Loren smiled just a little- she was always flattered when people remembered her, and it made her blush prettily. Taken aback, she parted her lips in a slight "o" as she tried to place Deagan's face... and failed. "I'm sorry, how terribly rude of me... I don't recall having the pleasure of your introduction. Yes, I'm Loren, and refresh my memory, please?"

Her scent was.. subtle, and for that she was glad. Loren knew that the roiling, shifting blackness that teased at the edges of her sense was due to a passel of vampires. She knew well what the blood of a Dreamborn could do to a vampire- madness, unbridled lusts, insatiable cravings for power, pleasure, death. The stories told in Dream taught that Nero had been drunk on Dreamborn blood when he fiddled through burning Rome, that Elizabeth Bathory hadn't bathed in the blood of virgin scullery maids, but in the blood of her sort. Whether they were tales meant to scare children or historical accounts remained unclear to Loren... and she devoutly hoped that she would never have the opportunity to know for sure.

In fact, Loren welcomed the opportunity to converse with Deagan, because it made it a little harder for Talon to notice her- the last thing she needed was to be asked to shed blood in this room, even for the best of reasons. She was barely well-rested enough to fade if she had to, and who knows how many of these animals would be on her before she could succeed.

 

[MaskofSand]

Kayla closed her eyes and took a soft breath, enjoying the semi-silence and stillness outside the bustling hall, glancing to the tall man beside her as he asked on her company for the evening. "My boss," She explained flatly, pushing off from the wall as she nodded back toward it. Perhaps further explanation. "Talon."

She watched him with the additional word, wondering if perhaps that would reveal more into the man's demeanor, true nature. "He talks so proudly about peace. But it's such an impossible thing to truly achieve. The more you wish for it, the harder you need to fight... And that makes you betray your own cause." She sighed, shaking her head before giving a weak shrug. "But who am I to say anything? I simply follow orders. Do what's needed for the will of the one I serve... Right, wrong, arrogant or giving. I do what he asks, give what he needs. It's simply the way things are, and a way I would never ask to change."

The most that had ever left her lips.
Usually things were monotone utterings, the longer of her speech coming from ranting out someone who had spoken ill of vampires or, worse still, Talon. That could in some situations lead to painful moments for others. Very, very painful moments.

But again.
Peace.
Frustrating thing it was. She'd obey it, as much as it bothered her. Force out another smile, wish for her drink to return.

"And you, Marc? Some special lady inside, or brought along with your own boss?"

 

[Light Ice]

It was a small revelation. He was surprised he'd not known of her sooner. Lana. She distracted him terribly and made it difficult for him to work. There was never peace now. Never, save the few short days after one of their encounters. It was her wicked little curse, really. A disease that she'd burrowed into his mind to turn him into this shell of the man he had once been. Talon. The most dangerous creature present here. A man whose cool glance could be a death sentence were he to wish it so. And still, despite it all, Marcus wanted her. He wanted this fair-skinned beauty, risks be damned. The maddening strength of his need surged through him as he stepped past her, replying over a broad shoulder.

"The mayor." He could imagine her amusement. The irony of it settling clear as he turned some and reached for her.

The contact was sudden and sharp for him. Explosive. All at once the sensation of her shape ripped through every nerve and synapse of his body, lighting him alert to her. His hand had simply splayed along the small of her back, weighing there with a masculine ease. It was an intimate and ferociously bold touch. The kind of gesture that he could not help but make now. Her beauty commanded him, ripped away his restraint. Already his mighty prick was a ferociously hard column down the length of his slacks.

An urge swelled up in him to grab her. To force himself on her. To crush her lissome little body against the wall and steal from her what he desired. It was savage to even consider it. It was a sick thought to which he could not help but harden too. And yet, so far, it was one of the temptations he had managed to keep at bay.

Still, his hand rested above the subtle rise of her backside and against the sheer fabric of her dress. Those strong fingers, thick and so thoroughly capable, offered a faint caress to her body there.

"Tonight," he suggested. Bold. The simple sincerity of his words failing to mask the desires that provoked them. His brown eyes had grown sharp in the room's light, dusky in their color. The subtle signs of his lusty intentions manifesting themselves within his appearance. "Let's allow them to sign their treaties. I want you."

The conscious part of him expected her to smack him. He expected her to pull from his big hand and abandon him there. It simply didn't matter. Her proximity had shattered the majority of his restraints and hesitations, commanded his actions. The primal impulses that he'd once been able to push aside could no longer be effectively controlled.

It was his curse to bare. His burden. And, sadly, the great pleasure it brought him only served to strengthen its hold on him.

 

[MaskofSand]

Her eyes widened ever-so-briefly, glancing up to him at the revelation. It seemed they both had their surprising employers. Even more surprising than just his words were his actions, the brave hand that made its way to her back, resting in a place that would normally receive the strongest of hits from her. She had claimed fingertips for daring to touch even the side if her neck in the past.

But the night of peace. She had sworn to uphold it, at Talon's wish.

Her heart raced in her chest, her eyes peering up at him with a curious hint to them. Swallowing, staring, the savage look to his eyes and deeply uttered words brought her guard to a lower level, but raised something else. Her own interests.

Kayla hated to use too many words.
She had used too many of them already.
Actions were better, they said far more, required less effort, less thought.

So she let them respond instead.

She turned beneath his heated touch, letting that hand brush across her hips, against her lower stomach. Her own hand reached out, finding the growing presence that formed in his slacks, her eyes deadlocked up at his as she firmly gripped him, silence from her lips that now took a slight smirk.

"Brave man," She whispered finally, her eyes half lidded as she started to release him. "You should watch the things you say. They could get you into far more trouble than the prize you think you want is worth."

Her hand retightened, staring up at him. "Care to test?"

 

[Veroe]

Loren smiled just a little- she was always flattered when people remembered her, and it made her blush prettily. Taken aback, she parted her lips in a slight "o" as she tried to place Deagan's face... and failed. "I'm sorry, how terribly rude of me... I don't recall having the pleasure of your introduction. Yes, I'm Loren, and refresh my memory, please?"

Her scent was.. subtle, and for that she was glad. Loren knew that the roiling, shifting blackness that teased at the edges of her sense was due to a passel of vampires. She knew well what the blood of a Dreamborn could do to a vampire- madness, unbridled lusts, insatiable cravings for power, pleasure, death. The stories told in Dream taught that Nero had been drunk on Dreamborn blood when he fiddled through burning Rome, that Elizabeth Bathory hadn't bathed in the blood of virgin scullery maids, but in the blood of her sort. Whether they were tales meant to scare children or historical accounts remained unclear to Loren... and she devoutly hoped that she would never have the opportunity to know for sure.

In fact, Loren welcomed the opportunity to converse with Deagan, because it made it a little harder for Talon to notice her- the last thing she needed was to be asked to shed blood in this room, even for the best of reasons. She was barely well-rested enough to fade if she had to, and who knows how many of these animals would be on her before she could succeed.

IC: Deagan Roarke

"I know you, I've seen you around before. You go by the name of Loren, right?"

"I'm sorry, how terribly rude of me... I don't recall having the pleasure of your introduction. Yes, I'm Loren, and refresh my memory, please?"

"Deagan Roarke, Alpha of the Silvermoon pack," He offered her his hand.

What was that scent, he knew she was something more than human-that was obvious-but just what was elusive. Why did it remind him of his childhood memories running through the forest with his pack and father. The smell of pine trees, the crunch of fallen leaves under his feet, the crisp cold winter breeze against his face, and his father's voice as he taught him the basics to hunting and leading the others to take down their prey as a pack.

"I've seen you around the nightlife hotspots in town: usually hanging back, taking things in, and only speaking to a few people," He explained with a shrug of his shoulders, "Don't be surprised. Someone who looks like you, and is not tied to the factions at play in this burg-well, it's hard for you to go unnoticed. You're a bit of a mystery so people remember you, Loren."

He leaned a little closer, "So, the question is: Are you an outsider on purpose or by accident?"

 

[BLACK BART]

Talon Lafayette

It was going better than he had hoped, so much better in fact that Talon allowed himself to relax and smile as he poured himself a glass of blood wine and sipped it slowly.

About the room people were actually beginning to mingle, human and non chatting with each other, smiling and yes, even laughing. He could feel the energies of each, and could see them as they merged between the different breeds, creating a kalidoscope of colors that was actually quite pleasant.....

All of that changed as he turned and saw Ken's energies swirling around him, the wold inside leaping and snapping as if ready to fight and as Talon tracked the direction Ken was headed he understood why. He palced hald finished wine down on a table and moved swiftly, intersecting the direction Ken was haeded for to stand in his way and wait for the man...

"I'm glad you've signed the treaty Ken, I can use a man like you in training our lycan forces"

Talon offered with a smile and honest words, knowing that IF Ken weren't so damned head strong at times he's make an excellent leader, then smiled at the thought knowing he had been the same at that very age.

"Let's talk, shall we? I know you prefer to hire by the job but what IF we were to find other ways to compensate you so we could have you sign a yearly contract?"

It could work for both of them, Talon knew, if Ken would agree to teach his techniques in a way that would better prepare the armed forces Talon was quietly gathering... for the "what IF" situation they all knew was most certainly approaching...

"What do you say, KEN?"

 

[Light Ice]

"Care has nothing to do with it." He replied, the words hitched with his husky breath.

She was a tiny thing in comparison to him, dwarfed as he loomed over her. And yet, despite it, he did not retaliate. The thought was there to drive his hand between her lissome thighs and cradle her heat in his palm, apply to her the same threat she'd given to him. But he couldn't. He took forcefully but he didn't take by force. It was the only rule he had left. A nagging shred of what he'd once been that had somehow survived everything that he'd been forced to endure.

Marcus looked down. Her slim-fingered and was dwarfed by the hard length she cradled, braced against a shaft she could have never wrapped her fingers around. With a malicious bite of her manicured fingers she'd shred him, tear into his flesh and spill his blood. Some part of him, so desperate for release, welcomed it.

But mostly the heat of her hand drove his thoughts away. It sent sensations arcing so sharply through him that his hips nearly rolled against her fingers. She was close enough now that he could smell her. Sweet hints of perfume and the softer undertones of her skin intoxicated him. The hand against her hip ran upward, along a sleek-bodied side and tender ribs. His long fingers could straddle her entire body, encompass her as they lifted. The subtle arch of a breast passed only beneath his thumb, offered a seemingly gentle caress.

And still. His desire found a voice. "I want you."

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

Slowly he made his way towards the back of the room, the cell phone within his pocket buzzing, he knew he had a call, as he looked around he set his plate down and headed for the back exit of the room. reaching his hand out to grip the door handle he suddenly found himself eye to eye with Talon, his eyes narrowing his lip began to curl in a snarl that he had been blocked but he quickly schooled his features back into a neutral face, dropping his hand he took a step back to give himself some room from the vampire

"I'm glad you've signed the treaty Ken, I can use a man like you in training our lycan forces.

Kens eyes narrowed, the buzzing of his phone falling silent as it dumped to voicemail ken exhaled cracking his neck he looked to Talon once more, not liking currently where his suddenly line of conversation is going he decides to humor the male

Let's talk, shall we? I know you prefer to hire by the job but what IF we were to find other ways to compensate you so we could have you sign a yearly contract? What do you say, KEN?"

at that his face dissolved into a look of boredom, his piercing yellow gaze looking the vampire up and down he felt his breathing steady, his body going lax. All emotion drained away. it was a subtle change, the stone cold attitude, huffing he scratched his nose before he spoke

"I dont know where you got your information Talon, however i work in the Construction and Demolition line of work, so unless you want something blown up or something Built i have no idea what you are talking about, now if you'll excuse me, i missed a call from a client about a new Condo he wanted built"

without second word he turned, moving past Talon he opened the door, giving Talon one last quick look he stepped out and closed the door behind him, then with a natural burst of speed headed down the corridor taking his phone from his pocket, knowing that at least on the other side of the compound his call could not be heard he pulled the phone from his pocket and hit redial

"yea?" Ken listened to the voice on the other end for a few minutes "No i told you the job would cost 14 million, i need the plans and building layout, what security is installed, ive already got the equipment together" once more he fell silent and listened "fine, 10 million final offer or you can find yourself another contractor" the voice on the other end shouted and Ken just rolled his eyes but finally the word was given and Ken sealed the contract, clipping his phone shut he walked lazily back down the hall to the party

 

[caela]

Lilith felt the eyes of the succubus on her as she spoke with Talon and then changed. She didn't care if the woman watched her or not. In fact she had little use for demons in general. Their existence didn't bother her in the least, unlike some Angels, after all they'd been punished for their transgressions even worse then she had. She'd merely been tossed from her home, they had been changed in some fundamental way so that they would never be allowed to return.

The One that had made them both could be a really vindictive bastard at times.

She didn't see demons as being her enemies any more than she did humans...at least so long as they stayed out of her way, and this one seemed more interesting than most. She clearly had an aura of power around her that had nothing to do with the sexual pheromones she exuded like air around her body. No, there was strength and intelligence there as well, and a cunning that made her wonder if Talon knew how much of a fight he would have on his hands should this one decide she wanted his throne?

Meeting her gaze she gave the briefest of nods before the woman moved off to start conversing with a golden eyed male. She couldn't catch his scent from here, but the eyes told her he was a shifter. She would have guessed wolf, nothing that wasn't a predator of some flavor belonged in a room like tonight...they'd end up being a snack.

Moving through the room, she made a wide circuit, moving between groups and around people with an exquisite grace that made one thing there could be extra bones under that pale flesh she wore. In fact, technically, there were no bones at all. She had never been human, never had a drop of human blood in her line and, while she might look human, her physiology was as different from a human's as a human's was from a fish. There was no blood under that flesh either, ichor ran through her veins, sweet and clear, gliding through flesh without the aid, or need, of a heart to pump it.

A fact that was handy when she had stalked vampires. Bastards had such good ears that some could hear the heartbeat in a human hunter from yards away, but she...she could move in complete silence and they never knew she was there until she was on them with a garrote wire taking their heads.

It wasn't the kill she loved though, it was the hunt. The chase. The kill was just the culmination, it was the hunt that made the ichor sing in her veins and glee gleam in her eyes. And now she moved through the room as if stalking, hunting, seeking prey. An angel by birth, a predator by choice and training. She was looking for....something.

 

[laceandcogs]

Loren shook happily. She knew now that that warm, dappling sunlight feeling was the normal wildness of a werewolf, and to isolate and name that one sensation out of the maddening mass around her was calming. "A pleasure, Deagan."

If only he wasn't so damned smart. Loren knew that she was memorable, that most people took note of the shock of white hair, the boundless energy, the ever-ready smile. But very few bothered to question why there wasn't more to notice- why, for example, she never made the society pages, though her name featured prominently in half the front page stories on social justice and crime rates. Perceptiveness, a trait Loren had always highly admired in others, was clearly strong in Deagan- and the curiosity of werewolves could be irritatingly
hard to sate.

What to do, what to do... Leaning forward, Loren lightly placed a hand on Deagan's forearm, a friendly, flirtatious gesture that he could have brushed off without much unease. Of course, it was also enough contact to begin manipulating emotional levels- if she could just tease his arousal to surpass his curiosity, this conversation could become so much more pleasant. And if she pushed too hard... well, there were many girls in this room, and a deliberately overlong trip to the restroom would give Deagan time to find a pliant, pretty new target.

"To be an outsider, the inside would have to be interested in whether or not I joined them. Everyone in this room has spent more on their outfit tonight than I have spent on some cars I've owned." With a coquettish smile, Loren let her eyes linger on Deagan's outfit. "Though none, except you, had the sense to invest in practical, sensible clothing. I definitely wanted to sit with the man who understands that a good pair of boots transcend frippery and senseless luxury."

 

[BLACK BART]

Talon Lafayette

Inwardly Talon brsitled as he knew the lycan lied to him, noy knowing what rankled him worse, the lie... or if Ken actually thought Talon was really that much a fool?

He shrugged it off for now, the tension easing as he watched the men and women beginning to relax with each other, his own needs set aside knowing that he'd sleep alone as he did every night...

It hadn't always been that way, there was a time when he thought he had a mate, but all of that had changed in a hearbeat and thelove of his life became the City he now protected... or at least tried to?

He watched Ken return from his "client", making a mental note to have the wolf's permits checked, then revoked... And sought out his assisatant/self appointed body guard who not surprisingly had found herself one of the scariest men in the entire city...

Death meets Dr Doom, as if it were a script in some comic book, but it wasn't that funny, not in Talon's world, for when two such souls collided it usually meant someone was about to get hurt... and seriously.

His eyes went to the angel in thier midst, his curiosity peaking as he wondered about her, such arrogance usually meant a strong bluff but this time he felt it just might be backed up and he made another mental note to do his homework on what kinf of killer she was, and how deadly............

He returned to the bar, ordered a second blood wine and found a stool at the end, content to simply watch who signed... and who didn't....

 

[MaskofSand]

"You keep saying that," Kayla breathed softly, staring up at him, her back stiffening to the wall slightly as his hand ran up her side. She felt so tiny against him, but also remembered the stories as a child... The mighty lion and the tiny mouse. Which held the power?

The sound of the door. Her eyes shot to the side, catching the faintest of glimpses of a familiar state of dress. Yet he had said nothing.

She had left her post. Her place to watch.

This man, this Marc, had distracted her. Allowed her to follow like a lost dog with her own hormones, her own interests and desires. Damn him. DAMN HIM!

She quickly shoved her hand upward, pushing herself back against the wall, furious with both he and herself. "Pathetic," she whispered, shaking her head.

Who was it said toward? Him? Her? "Things like this make us weak. Pathetic creatures we are..." She glared at him, still trying to fight the swelling mix of emotions that had suddenly split inside her. "You seem such the strong man. And even you fall to it. That. THAT will be the death of man."

She sighed softly, staring at the residual mark that lingered on her finger. The reminder of her own frail form, the fact that she too was man, just as weak on the idea of mortal flesh as he was.

She hated herself even more with that thought.

Turning around quickly, her hand arced up, slapping his face. "How dare you make me do this...," She hissed, moving to her toes to let her lips find his. She was beyond furious now, a heated touch from the kiss driving her to nip at his lower lip, claiming it between her teeth. Not to cause pain... but to remind herself, the flesh of man.

The same as she.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

as ken returned to the party he picked up the plate of food he had left behind and sat down, letting go an exhale he felt the tingling in the back of his neck and looked up in time to see Talon look at him then look away. Ken's lip curled slightly then he looked down at his plate and starting to eat, taking his phone from his pocket he thumbed it as he scroll'd through his email. deleteing all the junk mail he finally came across the 2 messages he had been waiting for.

"ahhh there they are"

setting his plate down he leaned back, one leg kicked up and crossed over his other leg he sat back reading the details on the contract, Anthony O'brian age 56 human, republican, working on the Humans against Vampires board, one of a few people that beleive a war is coming. with a bored expression he thumbed to the next email on his phone, Payment confirmation and details of who, what, where, with a smile he tucked the phone back into his inner suit coat pocket then finished his food.


Cracking his neck he stood, steeling himself he moved back to Talon, crossing his arms over his eyes his eyes took in the male. "Talon, i am in need of lodgings, the building contract i proposed was accepted, and now i am finding i am in need of sleep, i need to draw up building plans come morning and it seems to be a very busy night" Ken reached into his suit coat and pulled out a Business card he handed to Talon "Vella'morte Construction and Site Demolition" address contact number and all "i couldnt help noticed the distainful look you shot me before i left" a cool graceful smile crossed his face as he handed the card over "Figured maybe you thought i was lieing, so who do i talk to about a Den, or lodgings?"

 

[Light Ice]

She was a tiny thing. A pixie of a woman. The fair skin and hair, delicate features, were suddenly and powerfully contrasted by the sinuous strength of her movement. Marcus had seen warriors from all walks of life, all disciplines, and would still have never imagined the potent force she possessed. Her hand cracked across his cheek fiercely, sending a ripple of impact along his skin. Had he not been so dark (the blackest of black in men) it'd have raised an angry red mark along his cheek. Instead, it merely swatted his head sharply to the side and sent a single curl of spittle from his full lips and off onto the floor somewhere.

The contact did nothing to dissuade him. It could not have. The sting blossomed across his handsome face and registered in a sudden, feral sharpening of his eyes. It would have been easy, he realized, to take her by the arms and pin her sharply to the wall. It'd have been easy to trap her lissome little body and take it, take the sweetness beneath all the strength, until she either submitted to his will or inevitability.

But his will was there. That last vestige of restraint. It'd kept him from breaking down, kept him from becoming more of a beast than he was already. It kept him locked within the moment.

His eyes slid back to her, locked on the anger coursing through her features. And when she drew up on her tiny toes and touched her lips to his own the world bent, rocking him far more violently then her hand could ever have. They kissed, mouths coming together, tentative in the newness of one another. She was sweet. Soft. Her lips smaller than his own, less full. Her skin more fair.

The feeling of her teeth pinching down on him sent more sparks rushing through, shattering his immobility. All at once his strong hands came down to sink his calloused fingers into the gentle round of her hips. Not to trap her. To pull her into him, to allow the kiss to blossom as his mouth parted against hers, drinking in the heat of her lips before his tongue reached to drag a slow, sensuous track against her mouth.

He wanted her. Badly.

And the slick velvet of his tongue wanted her own.

Marcus didn't have much restraint left. There was no way for him to keep a grip on it. All at once what made them what they were, human, was stripped down to its most bare of elements. In a way he was already nude before her. Flesh and blood. The corded, powerful muscles of his frame and his desire were all that were left. And his taste, of course, which she might find spiced. Exotic. And old.

 

[MaskofSand]

Kayla hated herself. Hated him, for letting this happen. For making this happen. If he had just shut up, stopped saying that over and over, reminding her of her human want and lust-

But he hadn't stopped, and she had kept listening. It was both their doings.

She drew a sharp breath as his hands gripped her, the feel of his thick strong hands digging in through her thin dress, claiming her form and drawing her close. His lips coaxed her own to part, easily accepting the invitation of his tongue to dance. Her hands raised, clutching to his arms, looking so small against his large frame.

His flavor was indeed something unfamiliar.
Something unique, something so different.

Something she wanted more of.

Kayla whimpered softly, hating herself even more for falling into this human desire and need, but letting it take over. It simply couldn't be fought, reminding her yet again of her fault with mortality. The skin that held her, the life she had...

But it infected him as well. This strong giant of a man. Both were unique in their own ways, strong in their own rights, and fell to such a simple thing. Were they both failures? Or simply facing something else to conquer? She hated to feel defeated like this, even with the pleasurable bliss that came from finally giving in.

 

[Light Ice]

A tangle of tongue and lips, a deepening kiss that had her sweet breath wash against his face and the gentle, softer sounds of feminine want stir so close to his ear that his entire body tightened. Chords of humanity snapped, breaking down as desires arched through him. She was so small, so soft. Some part of him felt doubt creep into his head. A nagging reminder that like him she was only human, only capable of so much. At this point he wondered if her tiny little body would even fit him, if this was even possible.

But then her teeth found his lip again and the worries went away, his strong hands curled around the toned stretch of her thighs to find the swell of her backside. Marcus meant to lift her, draw her up until her sleek spine was trapped against the wall and her body was crushed against him. His rugged hips neatly spread the coltish length of her creamy thighs, nestling them tight together until the heat and friction send hard tremors of want arcing through him.

"It's good." He rumbled against her lips, dipping his head to taste her skin. The column of her throat gave way to narrow collarbones, his tongue and teeth followed them. Each bite was soothed with a sweeping pass of his wide tongue, left damp in the cool air as the shoulders of her dress slipped down and breasts full and firm in youth were freed.

There was so much of her to taste, this little beauty. Her nipples were tight beads that fought against his tongue as it pressed against them, lathing over their hardened pebbles before his teeth could rake their sensitive stretches. She tasted of vanilla, hints of something else. An exotic, expensive scent giving him a heady buzz.

Yes, they needed this. And it seemed that in another life they'd both cared not too. But for now, in this moment, there was only the gentle heat of her body against his own and the feel of her heeled feet pressing against his backside. The sound of their kiss, ragged breathes, accented suddenly by the metallic rasp of his zipper as he worked it free and finally drew the mighty length of his prick free.

 

[kittenofdeath]

Isaac stayed at the bar, at first making an attempt to drown his boredom in a river of expensive alcohol, but the body of a vampire and the experience of hundreds of years of alcoholism made it a vain attempt, he might as well been drinking milk for all the intoxication it was causing. Talons speech eventually tore his eyes away from the space he had been vacantly staring in to and drew them to the centre of the room, Isaac had always liked a bit of dramatic twist on things, but he had heard everything said more than a few times, so it was just another source of boredoms at this point, he still watched though out of politeness, before turning back to his drink.

“Sign the treaty” he said in a whispered voice “we want you, sign up for a hundred years of tediousness and aggressive posturing today!” he smiled as he finished off his glass, an amusing image of what he imagined that speech would have looked like as an army recruiting video playing in his head.

“What was that sir?” the barman that had been serving him so far asked, snapping him out of his little imaginary highlight reel. “Another drink” he answered with two tap of his glass on the counter “same again” then turned on his stool to look out at the crowd. It was an interesting assembly, in a way, allot of powerful people were present, and all were on their best behaviour, his eyes scanned the crowd, watching for any potential interesting developments. Of course, at the middle of it all was Talon, but it was pointless watching him, he would never do anything and no one would be stupid enough to do anything to him, it was odd though that he couldn’t see that assistant of his around, she was normally always close by him.

He went on, ignoring the monarch of Haven for the time being and seeing who else had decided to turn up, eventually setting his sights on another face he wasn’t at all surprised to see, Lana Ver’idian, he doubted that there was a single male in the city past puberty that didn’t know the name, if she had been the one giving Talons little speech then there would have been allot more interest from the room.

But, as he looked closer, he couldn’t help but think she looked a little off, he followed her gaze back to Talon, who was talking to a woman about as appropriately dressed as Roarke was, she didn’t look too bad from what he could see, even if all he could see was her back (it was a good ‘back’ though) but that didn’t really explain Lana’s lingering gaze on the woman, she never struck him as the type to get jealous, so what was it?

The two of them parted ways, Talon going off to deal with someone else who needed to sign his guestbook, while the other woman seemed aimless on her own, as if lost in thought, then she made a rather showy costume change in to a nice red number and went off to mingle, giving Isaac a glimpse of her face before she was off, which was enough to explain who she was and why she was here to him, he was right, things had gotten interesting.

He turned back to the bar was a grin, his mind carefully processing this new data and making its own predictions about what may come next, so that Isaac might better watch and laugh from the sidelines. However as he sat there, slowly sipping his drink, his thoughts of how he might manipulate the situation rapidly turned to thinking of how he might get a closer look at that backside the new player had, and exactly what he would like to do to it. He put down his drink with a smile and turned on his stool again, now facing Lana as she arrived from behind him, he never could help but think of sex and excess when she was close, even if he didn’t know she was.

“Miss Ver’idian” He said, taking her hand in his and respectfully bringing it to his lips for a kiss “I wouldn’t miss it for the world” Isaac was rarely so formal in his greetings, but when they came with an excuse to kiss the hand of a woman such as Lana, he made exceptions.

H couldn’t help but grin when she asked for something interesting for her bedroom “well, I do have a number of nice decorative pieces I could have sent over before you could peal yourself away from this lovely gathering” he said with a tint of sarcasm in his voice at the end “however, I won’t be back in the store until the morning”

He finished with a grin as he turned back to the bar for his drink, taking it in hand before turning back to Lana, he was curious as to why she was really here though, with all the people she could be talking to, Isaac assumed that he and the subject of his inventory were rather low on the list. Not that he didn’t enjoy her company, her very presence made his mind swim in a sea of lust, filled with so many images of her, of the things he wanted to do to her, the things he wanted her to do to him, the things he wanted to watch happen between her and her friend in the red dress... Not that he had ever acted on such a desire.

“Tell me” he began after a sip from his drink “is this party so boring that you’ve come to me of all people for small talk, or is there something else on your mind” he said with a smile “perhaps an unexpected party crasher?”

 

[BLACK BART]

"Talon, i am in need of lodgings, the building contract i proposed was accepted, and now i am finding i am in need of sleep, i need to draw up building plans come morning and it seems to be a very busy night" Ken reached into his suit coat and pulled out a Business card he handed to Talon "Vella'morte Construction and Site Demolition" address contact number and all "i couldnt help noticed the distainful look you shot me before i left" a cool graceful smile crossed his face as he handed the card over "Figured maybe you thought i was lieing, so who do i talk to about a Den, or lodgings?"



Talon ignored the card and made the arrogant lycan wait while he finished his drink, his eyes on his personal assitant Kayla who was busy warming up to Marcus and finding himself happy she'd found someone that matched her as well as she she'd be staying out of what was to come......

"Do me a favor"

Talon spoke, but not to Ken, rather to one of the mant waiters that were now moving about.

"Tell Kayla she has the night OFF for me and wish her a pleasant evening"

He watched the waiter scurry off, saw the message delivered and smiled as he tipped his glass in Kayla's direction, then drained it and carefully, coolly set it aside....

"You DON'T, Ken"

Talon didn't rise to meet the man or look at the offered card, trusting his instinct and not needing to see a piece of paper that contained half truths verified by some human that could easily be bought...

"IF you have permits on MY side of the river they are NOW void, and as for lodging, not even Lana will take you in once I've spread the word.... I don't THINK you're lying, I KNOW...."

Talon felt the anger at Ken rising in his stomach, felt it boil sour and distasteful as it rose into his throat and was tempted to spit it out there and then.... then reminded himself it was a party and he was the host....

He was ready to give Ken a grudging amount of respect but that was gone, Talon's eyes a pair of twin, dark coals that spoke mutely of death and pain...

"Get out Ken, and save yourself the humiliation of being thrown out"

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

"You DON'T, IF you have permits on MY side of the river they are NOW void, and as for lodging, not even Lana will take you in once I've spread the word.... I don't THINK you're lying, I KNOW...."

heat simmered along his flesh. He felt all emotion within his body just suddenly switch off. it was the kind of quiet rage that always left people saying "he was always such a good kid" when asked how they felt, it was the quiet of quiet that he felt now, his yellow eyes flaring in rage at the Vampires gall to speak to him in such a way

"Get out, and save yourself the humiliation of being thrown out"

Kens chest puffed up, the air around him shimmering, fury, rage, his metaphysical aura like a black void. Ken's fist balled as he stared at the male before him, his lip curled back, his teeth had shifted to finely honed razor sharp points, ken felt his beast beneath the surface of his skin, his hands itching to shift, to rip the little fucker apart limb from limb, to be spoken down to in such a mannor, no one had ever done that and lived. Ken's eyes flicked up, taking in all the people, human, and not human congregated here-in. Ken didnt care Talon had just pushed his last button. With a snarl of rage his hands shot out, wrapping in the vampires shit he hefted him from the chair, his face screwed up, teeth bared,

"who the FUCK do you think you are talking to ME like that vampire" he hissed between lycan teeth he shook Talon as the rage vibrated off of him "I am Kennedy Vella'morte one of the last few remaining pureblood clans of the were-wolf clans, i dont give a fuck if you are the master of this city" his hands unravel from Talons shirt, Ken lets his arm snap Back and he lets fly with a right Hook to talons jaw

 

[BLACK BART]

Talon smiled as Ken helped him to his feet and swung the first punch.... the blow connecting and stinging, turning his head but not rocking his world.

"Puppy has a temper, does he?"

Talon continued to push Ken's buttons, straightening his tie before almost casually back handing the man, the blow knocking the angry Lycan several feet back and putting him exactly where Talon wanted him to be.

"Bad puppies get kicked outside, don't you know that?"

Talon timed his step, then spun, kicking the lycab square in the sloar plexus, the force of the blow lifting the angry wolf and tossing him through the ornately scrolled plate glass windows before the balcony.

"What's a good party without a fight or two though, hmmm?"

Talon followed the path of Ken and the destruction of his windows, to find the man climbing to his feet and growling with pure feral anger.

"Now lets have a good old fight, shall we?"

Talon gripped the mans hair as he rose and brought a knee up, slamming it into Ken's stomach a second time to weaken it and drive the breath from him, then drove his own fist into the mans chin....

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

"Puppy has a temper, does he? Bad puppies get kicked outside, don't you know that?"

the First blow caught him and sent him back, Ken Snarled again and howled his rage but the second blow he saw coming, bringing both arms up the blow landed solidly but was absorbed into his forearms as the force of the kick threw him back feeling his body hit then pass through the glass window ken winced as the shards and edges cut through his clothes and skin. Ken hit the ground with a thud and skidded back, using what momentum was left to curl his body and roll backwards and onto his feet in a crouch he rises to stand.

"Now lets have a good old fight, shall we?"

Ken hadn't seen the vampire come at him and hissed as his hair was yanked up. Ken's instincts were firing on all Cylinders, his beast coming to his call his arms pulsed with power, his hand snapping up he caught Talon's Leg before contact was made years of experience had told him that Talon would try for a gut shot, what ken hadn't anticipated was Talons speed as his fist snapped up and slammed into his jaw, the blow rattled his teeth and snapped his head back, ken's piercing yellow eyes a flame with anger and rage

"Fuck..........you"

at this short distance he knew he wouldnt be able to get a full leg extension but he had to get space between them, ken kicked out his left leg at least attempting to get Talon off balance he aimed for Talon's knee

 

[Veroe]

Loren shook happily. She knew now that that warm, dappling sunlight feeling was the normal wildness of a werewolf, and to isolate and name that one sensation out of the maddening mass around her was calming. "A pleasure, Deagan."

If only he wasn't so damned smart. Loren knew that she was memorable, that most people took note of the shock of white hair, the boundless energy, the ever-ready smile. But very few bothered to question why there wasn't more to notice- why, for example, she never made the society pages, though her name featured prominently in half the front page stories on social justice and crime rates. Perceptiveness, a trait Loren had always highly admired in others, was clearly strong in Deagan- and the curiosity of werewolves could be irritatingly
hard to sate.

What to do, what to do... Leaning forward, Loren lightly placed a hand on Deagan's forearm, a friendly, flirtatious gesture that he could have brushed off without much unease. Of course, it was also enough contact to begin manipulating emotional levels- if she could just tease his arousal to surpass his curiosity, this conversation could become so much more pleasant. And if she pushed too hard... well, there were many girls in this room, and a deliberately overlong trip to the restroom would give Deagan time to find a pliant, pretty new target.

"To be an outsider, the inside would have to be interested in whether or not I joined them. Everyone in this room has spent more on their outfit tonight than I have spent on some cars I've owned." With a coquettish smile, Loren let her eyes linger on Deagan's outfit. "Though none, except you, had the sense to invest in practical, sensible clothing. I definitely wanted to sit with the man who understands that a good pair of boots transcend frippery and senseless luxury."

IC: Deagan Roarke

Loren, had her arm on his shoulder, and her scent was shifting, changing, eluding definition even more now than before. For a moment, just a brief moment, he could smell the scent of the pine forests his pack had made their home long long ago, before the HLM had seeded the forests with nerve gas bombs. He tried not to think about it but inevitably thinking of the forests of his youth brought him to the last day of his childhood.

He and the rest of the survivors of his pack searched through the forest bravely considering they still weren't sure what had caused so many to drop deap. Not just the members of his pack but the birds and other forest animals too. Only the fact that the forest was large and the gas bombs had been only a few in number, and that the nerve agent quickly dissolved harmlessly after twenty minutes had saved the survivors. But none of that had mattered to little Deagan. He knelt over a prone wolven body tears streaming down his cheeks, shaking the body of his father. He had hoped at the time to wake him up, he hadn't understood the finality of death yet. So he cried and shook and beseeched his father to open his eyes again. He never did. When it finally hit him, he had cried harder. When he no longer had any tears left he called out to the moon in the childish grief and rage. Soon the other survivors joined him, following the example of their new Alpha. Awoooh!

He had never cried again since that day, but now as he relived that moment his eyes were watering. He shook himself out of actually looking away to wipe his eyes.

"To be an outsider, the inside would have to be interested in whether or not I joined them. Everyone in this room has spent more on their outfit tonight than I have spent on some cars I've owned." She said with cocquetish grin. Whether she was offering him a deliberate way to distance himself from the memory of the day he had lost his innocence he couldn't know for certain, but he was grateful nonetheless. "Though none, except you, had the sense to invest in practical, sensible clothing. I definitely wanted to sit with the man who understands that a good pair of boots transcend frippery and senseless luxury."

"Heh, well," He chuckled thankful at the oppurtunity to laugh again, "It was on purpose but not pointed at the tuxedo crew, but at one man in particular."

They continued exchanging small talk. she had her hands on him, but for some reason he didn't mind, actually he kinda liked it.

Then the pureblood sailed through the air and into the table beside them. Talon looming after and spoiling for a brawl with him. Deagan and Loren stood up trapped against the wall as they tried to get out of the combat zone. Deagan instinctively placed himself between her and the two fighters.

He watched as they fought a whirlwind of conflicting emotions swirling in him. Naturally his dislike of Talon, and the fact that one of his species and a Vampire made him very sympathetic to the pureblood but he had fought Talon before in very very similar circumstances. Talon had stood there not flinching and not backing down as an angry reckless seventeen year old Deagan unloaded on him. Then scratched bleeding and on his knees he caught his last swing and then rose back up to proceed with beating the ever living shit out of Deagan. Talon hadn't used his greater strength or speed. It was skill and ferocity versus greater skill and ferocity. There was an honesty and integrity to a good old fashioned honest ass-kicking like that.

The result was a couple months laid up in the hospital and a newfound respect for Talon-not that it pained Deagan to admit that even now.

The pureblood was going to lose, and Deagan didn't know what to feel about that.

 

[MaskofSand]

Kayla gasped as his hands claimed her backside, drawing her closer, lifting her higher. She was a tiny thing in his grip, she realized this. He could have easily broken her with an overzealous twist of an arm or joint, but he had a delicate touch to his strong ways. She moaned softly as his lips dragged down her neck, closing her eyes, only to snap them open again as she heard the footsteps approach.

Her first thought...
I'm going to kill whoever dares interrupt this.

But it was simply a waiter of the evening, his eyes wide as he jabbed a finger mutely back toward Talon. "Off... Night- Off..."

She purred and nodded, flicking a hand in the man's direction. She would thank her boss later, her attention currently lost in this confusingly wonderful man holding her. Her eyes nearly rolled back as he pulled her dress from her shoulders, finding the nubs of her breasts and blessing them with lavish treatment of his tongue. Her fingers crept to his shoulders, clutching him in the same manner he clutched her, pale knuckles nearly shades paler then ever as she held to him.

Her back to the wall, his body against hers, she glanced up into his lust-filled eyes as he worked to release his arousal from the confines of his slacks. Her jaw was shaking, still upset with herself for letting this overtake her, still aching from this primal human need.

Remind me.
Remind me why I hate this.
Remind me why I still hold to it.

Her hips pressed against him, her sex aching to meet with him, a calf slipping up to attempt and circle his waist. She moaned again, pale blue eyes half-lidded as she nipped at his neck. No words. Words weren't needed. This should speak it well enough.

Fuck me.
Use this mortal flesh, right here.
What's it matter?
Let eyes see it.
We have our peace. Angry, confusing peace, right here.

 

[Light Ice]

He had noticed the intrusion. Paid it no mind. Her body was electric under his hands, arcing and twisting against him until those softly-rounded hips were nestled against the rippled stretch of his muscled belly. Heat. Raw heat. It pulsed between them, coursing where skin met skin. A frustrating predicament. Too much clothes remained. A consequence of the moment and the impulse that drove them. All these things made the man's arrival and words absolutely inconsequential. They never broke his focus on her, not for a moment, especially when the shapely stretch of her leg curled its way around his rangy hips to keep him close to her.

No-sooner had the man left then their lips came together again. This time it was his doing. A crush of his wide, masculine mouth against the softer sleeker line of her own. The sweetness of her rushed through him, tormenting his senses, adding to his awareness of her while a strong hand slipped down the smooth slope of her ass to find the band of her panties and push the lace aside.

She was wet for him. The slick silk of her pussy's pouted lips soaked the tip of his prick where they finally touched, goaded by the roll of his hips and the way the wide crown butted against her. Tiny. Petite. Tight. It was pure stubbornness that made him believe he could fit inside her. The great girth of him would be a challenge, for her, but desire wouldn't be dissuaded. Marcus began to lower her, felt the way her body betrayed reason to accommodate him. And, despite his desire to simply drop her down and impale her, he was slow. Letting her get used to him. Letting the dribbles of her wetness slip down to coat his impressive length while she sank down on every ebon inch. The contrast between them was startling. The terrible fairness of her skin meeting its antithesis in his absolute darkness.

And slowly, as his lips stilled against hers to aide the ragged breath in escaping him, Marcus began to feel his inches spread her, fill her, stretch her. The vice-like grip of her body, that wet heat, sending sensations arcing sharply through him.