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- Alyissa: Another fruitless night of trying to find what could possibly ail her. Not that she was sick. More like the urges she has been having were growing into something she couldn't control. And THAT would be an issue. So, with a heavy sigh, she left her room at the hotel and made her way to Ryan's Pub. She figured she could maybe drink her way around the French Quarter... or just maybe there. Maybe she should keep her trouble making to at least one establishment. Not that she could cause that much trouble in a place she was still unfamiliar with. So she shuffled down the street, her hands stuffed deep in the pockets of her shorts, her head ducked down as if to not draw attention to herself. Like she didn't want to be noticed. Like she wanted to be invisible. Pushing the door open, she stepped into the pub and made her way to the bar, sitting at the end and waiting. Possibly debating. On what? She had no clue. She ordered some whiskey and waited. Lost in her thoughts.
- Jacques Blackwater: Jacques finished a hot shower in the comfort of his suite in the hotel near Ryan's Pub, he had lost count of how long he and a handful of his pack members have been staying there. Making an agreement with the owner and settling for an unknown amount of money, it shouldn't be a problem. The black suits were lined up, freshly dry-cleaned and organised in the wardrobe as white noise filled the suite from the television which was on the news as per usual. Jac took hold of the clothes and lined them up on the kind sized bed. After fixing up his hair and shaving a little, he'd don the outfit and start to head down to the lobby via the elevator. Upon reaching the lobby, Jacques' signaled his hunters to relax as he headed out to valet parking, picking up his black Tesla and making his way to Ryan's pub. As he arrived, he noticed one of his pack's scent in the vicinity. Perhaps it was Alyissa. She has been giving off some urges lately and he and everyone else with heightened senses could pick it up. Nevertheless, stepping out of the car and locking the doors remotely, Jac moved towards the door and pushed it open to notice the usual ambiance in Ryan's pub. Yes it was his favorite. Hustle and bustle with a mix of lycans, vamps and other species around. It had to be some neutral ground.
- Alyissa: Her nose wrinkled ever so slightly. Aaaaaand there it was. Not the particular scent she was hoping for, but she found that she could now sniff out pack members. And her alpha has just stepped into the room. Lovely. She didn't want to draw attention to herself. Or explain anything. But it was so easy to tell. She could sense it within Jacques. He surely could sense it in her. She heaved a heavy sigh and hung her head.. Why did it have to happen the second she gets into a town where she knows no one? That surely didn't help matters. She reached for her glass, her hand shaking ever so slightly as she lifted it to her lips, throwing the drink back into her mouth before setting it on the bar top and singling for another.
- Noemie: The she wolf had stayed in the pub in a booth, since she had no place to really stay. Let alone enough money to have a hotel room. Still in her clothes from two days ago, she slightly groaned and sat up in the booth. "Well that was uncomfortable." Sighing to herself but smelt the similar scents from before. After the conversation with Reina, hopefully things are more pleasant. ((Short post since tablet is a pain. )
- Jacques Blackwater: He could sense that her heart rate was up. So he didn't want to distress her too much. Upon arriving to the bar counter, Jac pulled out his wallet and placed his usual notes on the sticky bar counter for Ryan and signal that he wanted a drink. As Ryan was serving others, he took this time to pan around the room, looking around for who was present at the time. Ryan arrived as Jac asked for his usual while sliding the notes closer to him. "I'll have gin and tonic on the rocks with a hint of lime please." he'd say as he turned back around, leaning his back on the counter. He'd pick up the smell of the wolf he pounced on the other night. It was her. She's here somewhere. But he would check on Alyissa first. Tapping her on the shoulder. "I've got a tab on, just order your drinks. You ok?" he'd rustle about in his coat pocket for a cigar, not entirely sure if he brought it with him.
- Alyissa: She was so lost in her thoughts that she jumped at the feeling of someone touching her. She knocked over her empty glass on the bar top as she spun around on her bar stool. "Best not..." she trailed off when she saw it was her alpha, Jacques. "Oh. IT was you.." she relaxed ever so slightly and leaned back against the bar top. "Sorry. Seem to be jumpy and high strung tonight..." She swallowed hard and nodded at his words. "I will keep that in mind. Thank you.."
- Noemie: Looking over at the bar that Jacques and the other lady was speaking to, the she wolf's eyebrow would raise just a tad. Someone is jumpy today. Shaking her head and stood up, fixing her leather jacket along with her tank top underneath. Pulling up her pants up just a little to make sure her thong underneath didn't show. Fixing her strands in the ponytail and looks over at the two of them. Oh this should go well. She hoped. Standing up and made her way towards the bar. Being only a few feet away from the two of them. Waving the bartender that had the tag named Ryan, "Macallens whiskey, single rock please." Noemie's voice was a tad groggy since she had just woke up after a long night of hunting. Ryan smiled and nodded at her before leaning against the counter. "So the usual?" The female nodded and gave a half smile. "Yep." Simply replying and handed him the cash off the bat. "Long night, Noemie?" Ryan asked while making her drink. She sighed and nodded. "A vampyre got drugged and saved her arrogant ass since she got roofied by another vampire." He hissed and shook his head. "Sounds rough." He replied. "Tell me about it."
- Jacques Blackwater: "Yeah, I sensed that, even as I was driving here." he'd state as he put her drink aside neatly before Ryan arrived with the order of his drink. He held the glass up in a cheers fashion before setting it down on the counter, waiting for the bubbles from the tonic to subside and the alcohol to mix well. He'd look her up and down before noticing a strange but powerful aura, it was the leather chick. She always arrived like she was either ready to get it on or punish. Snapped back to Alyissa. "I've purchased a section of this bar, well, waiting to approve but basically mine. Some of my hunters should be loitering around in there. It's a small room but we can basically talk in private. Besides, I think if I were to stay in New Orleans for a while, I should have a spot in this bar that I come too often." he'd say as he took his drink in hand and took a sip. The crispness of the drink he was a fan of. Ryan always pulls through. The scent came closer, the wolf from the woods. He eyed the woman in the leather jacket, coming closer as he was sure it was her. She heard her order and just kept an ear out. He was talking to Alyissa after all so he awaited her reply.
- Alyissa: She scratched the side of her head and nodded. "I have a feeling i know what it is... But I'm not 100% sure.." She listen to him about him purchasing a portion of the bar. Part of it made sense. He would need a space for the pack to possibly convene if the occasion ever arose for such an event. Or if the alpha and herself needed to speak privately about any matters that ever arose. She nodded silently, those very thoughts coursing through her head. "I mean,yes it seems like a practical idea. It would have it's uses, that's for sure. Important matters, eventual pack meetings possibly.." she trailed off, staring at the ground. "I mean if you think about it, maybe at some point... instead of living in the hotel for days on end.. we could also possibly look for actual place. That way, new pack members have a new place to actually settle. Gives me and you a chance to settle as well.."
- Noemie: Her cinnamon pine scent hit the air, Ryan looked at the she wolf and nods before giving her drink to her. The women nodded and gave an extra tip to him, of which he noted. "You didn't have to." She giggled a little before shook her head a bit. "I know I didn't have to but I wanted to Ryan. You also helped me after I got pounced the other night. You knew I didn't have a place and let me sleep here for two nights, in agreement of letting me help you with stock in the back." The bartender nodded a bit with a smile. "Oh which I thank you for helping me and not starting a fight with Reina." Snickering to herself and smirked like a Cheshire cat. "I choose my battles." Taking note that the other two were speaking about a pack meeting at some point, her smirk quickly faded. Sipping slowly on her drink before she heard what smelt like an angel walking in. Oh fantastic. After the women ordered her drink, Ryan was throwing his charm up as usual. Don't blame him, it got business. Lets hope he doesn't mix the both. -e-
- Jacques: "I think we both know what you're going through. Good thing the full moon has passed because it would be twice as strong." He wouldn't mess with a female lycan's urges. Even as the largest and strongest in his pack, he was smart enough to choose his battles and this fortunately, he was on the right side of. "I've rented it for now, I haven't actually met the owner or know who it is exactly, but I've rented it through Ryan, we'll see if we can own it later." he'd take another long sip of his drink, finishing the first glass before setting it back down next to Alyissa's empty glass. Jacques overheard the conversation between the known female wolf and Ryan and confirmed it was indeed her. Should he apologize? But to be fair, it could have been anyone. Doesn't usually like anyone sneaking up or around him anyway. But he nearly did rip her to shreds so maybe. Jacques continued to listen to both Alyissa and the woman's conversation before turning to Alyissa as she mentioned a place. "Yeah, I'll get to that when we get to that. The dream I told you about? I think I met her yesterday." he paused as the seed from a fruit hit his forehead, followed by some remarks from the leather bound female. "No ma'am I'm afraid I don't believe I own the place. Matter of fact, I haven't even met whoever runs the joint. Fruit must be nice." he sarcastically stated as he wiped his forehead, feeling the strong aura of the woman, ignoring it but trying to put his finger to where he knows that aura from.
- Alyissa: She nodded slightly. "The urges are still strong.. I didn't start feeling them till after the full moon. But... I find nothing here. Which is a disappointment. And please save your speech on how i just got here and it will be only a matter of time till i find someone. I've heard it all before." She hadn't meant to snap at him. But she had heard all the same stories, all the same warnings. Everything. But something this time has her very annoyed, and she didn't know why. She hung her head and stared at her drink. On another note, she was happy for Jacques for finding the woman he was dreaming about. "You didn't scare her off, did you?" she asked, teasing him slightly.
- ᴬ ᴿ ᴬ ᴰ ᴵ ᴬ: Her eyes rolled to his comment, already bored with the display. This was supposed to be an Alpha? She'd seen more power in a toad and that guy had been a horny little fucker who knew how to dominate. Not that she'd let him. As the pip was flung away she watched Jacques briefly before eying the woman at his side. Truly - if she were there under nefarious reasons there wouldn't be much to fucking speak on. If that was his bitch, she was just as bad as him. Aradia was always at the ready and quick to judge and did so based on prowess and skill. She cared not for the judgment of others but readily made an assessment on them. "Fruit must be nice." She mimicked his tone and repeated the words with her hand upward, fingers moving as if a puppet. "That all you go?" She shook her head as unruly locks bounced and lips coiled into a salacious grin. "Your bitch is in heat. Why don't you just fuck her and get it over with? Her panting is fucking ridiculous. Or.." She paused and let her tongue roll over that plush now cherry red lips. "I can do the job for you and she'll be nothing but a quivering mess of FLESH by the time I'm done." She slowly let her gaze shift to the other wolves. "Or any of you care to take me up on my offer. I got a lot of heat packed where it counts and I'm in a giving mood." She glanced back to Ryan who had flushed furiously before she reached to the shot glass and took one, then another - and then finally the third as she swallowed the orgasm in gulps. "Damn. Give me more. I need something to do while I'm here. Seems like the best option. Then to Noemie - she snapped her teeth with a playful RAWR. Aradia was trouble. Plain and simple. "Gonna let some jackass push you around like that? Sister, you need to find our inner strength. Why don't YOU be King?"
- Noemie: The she wolf would let her inner ears perk up as she took note that the male near by her that called himself Jacques, had picked up that she was pounced the other night and saw that he felt bad. Was he the one? I mean it seemed like his scent and the other girl he was talking to which she guessed was his beta, Noemie would use her telepathy to speak with him privately so she wouldn't cause a scene. "If you were the one that pounced me, it's alright. I did come out of no where and didn't properly introduce myself to you along with the other beside you." Taking a sip of her whiskey and looked at Ryan. "You apologized didn't you?" The copper she wolf nodded at the male. "It was only right, Ryan. Even though it did catch me off guard, even if he wished to shred me, which I'm thankful he didn't. He had all right to for sneaking about on what I'm guessing is his territory." The women couldn't help but giggle when she heard the other womens tease to Jacques about possibly scaring off the dream girl, she almost spat out her whiskey. Finally chiming into the conversation. "If he scared her off, than obvious she is the type to run at the first sight of trouble and not a women to mate with an alpha. Nor the one that should help run a pack." Blunt but was serious. Finishing her drink, she nodded back to Ryan before rising from her seat to start walking towards them. Having a soft look on her figure, the lady would place two crystal in front of the lady and him. Lapis lazuli. "It should help you with the urges." Shifting her weight on her heels as she was spoke to by the angel and raises an eyebrow after being hissed out. "I am not your sister, first off. Second off, I don't wish to be queen. I already was and Vampyres along with angels destroyed my land. Not to mention killed my alphas and their children. That is not the kind of blood I wish to have on my hands, I became alpha shortly after that. Alas I have no pack because they were all murdered. I am alone for a reason. Do not come here and think you can bark commands thinking you are top shit when you are not." She began as she walked closer, and almost got nose to nose with her. "And respect is earned not given, so back the hell off unless you wish to have your throat on the floor." Bright blue irises could be seen by anyone near by and obviously this chick picked the wrong women to speak that too.
- Jacques: Held his hands up halfway across his chest as a sign of surrender. She was obviously frustrated so he did not want to question and reassure her any further. "Okay sure." was all he could muster before signalling Ryan to follow up his order and a top up for Alyissa. It's true, maybe it would have been beneficial for her to be in the other pack. He was sure he identified a whole heap of males in the other pack, hanging around not doing much. Jacques folded his arms and leaned towards the bar. He received the telepathy from her and replied with "if that's the case, come join my pack." short and sweet. Was not one to beat around the bush. He was the kind to attract lone wolves in these parts anyway. Would not mind another addition to his pack. Turned back to Alyissa. "No I don't think I did, but I came off a little stronger than expected." he said as the woman who had violated his space before was now ridiculing his neutral response towards her. She continued to speak profanity and even egged on the cluster of other lycans in the other pack that were often there. But then she mentioned being King to the other female lycan whilst the alcohol she downed did not affect her. How did she know? Perhaps..no. It can't be. Out of all forms to come in too. It was classic. The aura, the demeanour, it had to be. Jacques egged it on. "Did daddy banish you once and for all? He'd smirk, knowing full well that if he was right, she could kill him in an instant, but he wanted to show he wasn't all talk and was up for it. "Or are you being good ol' you, because it sure looks like it." he'd tease as the order for his drinks arrived.
- Alyissa: She glanced at the female that had placed the crystals in fronto her. .She wasn't expecting that. But was grateful that she had helped. She gave the other female a small smile and inclined her head in thanks. She would keep these nearby, hopefully they would calm her until she could figure things out more thoroughly. Drawing her attention back to Jacques, she nodded. "All you have to do is just give it time. If she really is the one, then things will flow and happen naturally. You may have come on too strong now but you can just make it up to her by being by her side and watching over her." Choosing to ignore the annoying bitch at the other end of the bar, she took a deep breath and sipped at her drink, much calmer than before. The words from the other did not phase her. She has heard worse from others. She didn't even bother with looking at her, there was no point. Why give her more motivation when she was probably going to be worse than before. And besides, she was no mood to start a fight. It probably wouldn't end pretty. She glanced at Jac and though to him... I'm sorry for snapping. Not a way to behave right now. I know that. She felt bad for getting snappish. But she could barely control it. It was becoming hard with each passing hour and by the day.
- ᴬ ᴿ ᴬ ᴰ ᴵ ᴬ: If Aradia cared she might have shown some kind of emotion to the woman who suddenly burst out her entire life story to the Devil. The Princess of Hell was not emotion bound though and served to live off the pain that the bitch wolf gave off by her anger and unbridled passion behind those words. For a moment, it might appear, that the spawn of Lucifer might be hurt - wounded and her hand dropped to the swell of her chest, while she widened her eyes and was -- was that moisture? Blood tears threatened to spill over the rim before she let go of the facade she held and broke into a sudden raucous laugh. "I.. oh shit. Just a moment." She held her other hand to the flat of her stomach as she seemed to struggle to get that manic laughter under control but in truth, who could truly tell with the Witch of Endor and what her truth really was? "Oh boy. That was a whopper of a story. I mean, it had all the makings of a fucking novel. I gotta give you props. I see a fuckin Netflix special in about a year. Good job. A Hallmark Christmas fuckin' Special. " She extended her arm and pressed the pad of her thumb and index finger together to give the okay sign to Noemie just before the wolf's face. "However, I shall do you a favor. I'll tell you where it lacked. Humor me, if you will. Imagine this scene--" She leaned in closer knowing the other Pack mates of their small group were around - Aradia did not care. "What a Queen you must have been to let that happen! I mean, given you were in power and boom, you lost your pack, Alpha's killed and their kids. That's great. I mean GOOD JOB! I'd say there is a reckoning in your future, Highness and it won't be pretty." She remained close, unafraid of the she-wolf by any means - Aradia taunted and fucked with anyone just for the kicks. "Aside from that terrible lack of leadership, I feel I should also point out, I'm NO Angel. STRIKE TWO!" She winked and was about to whip her clawed fingers in a back hand before the woman with an urge to tear that subtle flesh around Noemie' s throat when she paused mid-movement. "Oh.. third. You're not the one he dreamed about it."She whispered as she went from eyeing Noemie to Jacques over the woman's shoulder while watching him - hand still held just a short distance away from the She-wolf's throat. She revealed nothing to his words but did respond. "I thought you were my Daddy, Jacques." She spoke in a sultry tone that was almost childlike. "Seems to be what you like? Shall I fall on my knees before? bow before you? Kiss your ring? Roll on my belly and let you rut me from behind? I mean, I don't think you got enough to satisfy me but, I aways imagined dog dick." She gave no credence to what she was - gave nothing away. Let him wonder. Let him linger on that thought. "Oh, oh Jacques.. oh yes. Right there. Umpph... Harder. And a royal prick to boot. How will I ever..enough" She panted as if being taken while her gaze never left his though she was fully awore of the others. Heightened senses were avidly clear. "Got your big boy boots on? Still looking a tad small in my eyes. Lacking.. " She gave no evidence that she knew him. Just heard his name in passing and played of the roiling emotions in the room.
- Noemie: Catching the telepathy reply he had given, it made her inner wolf smile brightly. 'Finally I may get a home!' It squealed. "Name is Noemie, and I would enjoy that." Replying with another telepathy message. Keeping her eyes on Aradia, she slowly began to clap at all the other female had to say. "I know I'm not the one one he dreamt about. That would be Giselle. I was merely stating that if someone runs after one states that they were dreamt about and wish to be imprinted at some point, they aren't the best to mate with. They won't know how to handle when trouble actually comes about." She began. Taking note that she was not an angel which caused her to shake her head. Not really fazed that the women had their hand near her own throat. When the she wolf heard the childish words towards Jacques, she rolled her irises. Oh how fun. "I was more informing I didn't wish to be alpha. The pack was already dead BEFORE I was alpha. I didn't let it happen, I killed those who had attacked the pack and tried to save all the wolves in the attack. I am no saint nor savior to anyone. I also wouldn't claim to be either." Turning on her heels and shook her head. "Enough, if you wish for a fight, you aren't going to get one. So if you are done just spatting, enjoy the drink of whatever your getting and stay peaceful." Going back to Jacques and Alyissa, to sit beside near them. Being nice in giving some distance, not wishing to invade space. Nodding back to Alyissa stating their welcome for the crystals.
- Jacques: Reached into the front pocket of his black suit and found what he was looking for. His cuban. Cohiba Siglo III to be exact. Was nothing more stereotypical than an alpha smoking the cigar, but he genuinely enjoyed it. Jacques fiddled with the said cigar on the tips of his fingers as he listened to Alyissa. "You're right, maybe time would tell. But I intend to." he'd say as he asked Ryan for a cutter since he had perhaps lost his in the woods the other night when he ran with Alyissa, though he remembered he placed it back in his suit and carefully loaded his Tesla with it before he transformed. Perhaps in the car. Snapped out of the thought and replied to Alyissa. "Yes well, don't apologise. You shouldn't have to. I just wish I could help out somehow. Perhaps we can talk more once our rented space has cleared?" he offered his beta some sort of comfort he hoped. It was not easy and if it were him, Ryan's pub wouldn't be standing, nor anyone in it. Nevertheless, that was why she was beta. Strong willed and patient, even towards the woman with profanity. Speaking of which, the leathered woman continued to rant on, egging on everyone including him. She knew just how to push his buttons, every single one, which is why what he suspected was definitely true. It was her, even though she tried to hide it, her attitude was a dead giveaway, not to mention that familiar power oozing out of her. Listened some more and replied. "Did he send you to check on me? Or do I have the wrong person? Because princess of hell I knew had bigger balls than most of the alphas I know." smirked as he sipped on his drink and set it down just in case he blinked. "Also.." held his palm up to stop whatever she was doing to harass the new members of his pack. "If you're going to cause damage, better me than them." He sent a telepathy back to Noemie saying "quite the welcome party, apologies, we'll celebrate later." Turned his attention back to the leatherbound woman. "Aradia. What's your business here? Or did you not have any because he didn't trust you to come up here in the first place?" it was a death wish to dance with her. But Jacques was never one to beat around the bush.
- Alyissa: ( I'm eating... so assume that Alyissa is just sitting there and drinking at the bar while watching all this. )
- Aradia: There were many things Aradia knew. Some things were just a knowing. Concrete and understood. Others were from knowledge, history, and intellect. While a lot of times, she merely staid stuff to stir the pot. She didn't know if Noemie was the one the Alpha had dreamed of? How would she know -- unless she had some connection to that beast who just couldn't wait to be King. Most of what she said she did to hurt. To peel away layers and in turn cause for it was in her nature to do so. She truly didn't know any different - save when she was under the Light and the dual nature of hers escaped the dark power that kept it in check. Tonight, she was in the shadows, bathed by darkness and was ripe with the decadence of power as shadows translucent against her frame bathed her in its power. A hunter - predatory she was far worse than a Wolf. She did not work in a pack nor did she wait until her prey bled out. She caused the wound, then deepened it, then sucked the very life force from within. Sadly, Noemie was giving Aradia all the little tidbits she might want to know about Wolf culture - and it worked well. Her gaze snapped back toward the She-wolf. "Do you ever just stop... Talking? I mean, seriously. You've just given up all your secrets in a matter of seconds to a woman you barely know and would eat your cunt for breakfast. And by eat, I don't mean in as in pleasure." She stared with vivid orbs watching the she-wolf who moved aside. "I know more about her that I truly desired and yet I now also know about your culture. Not that I didn't know it before but fuck, learn to keep that mouth in check, Bitch, otherwise what happened in the past will be gravy compared to what will happen." The woman wasn't worth Aradia's time save for the slew of information that danced in the Spawn's mind. It was then her attention shifted solely upon Jacques who continued to act as if they were friends. Canting her head a subtle fall of raven fell over her face while she pursed lips into a pout and brow furrowed. "Oh. Jacques. Are you trying to hurt me? Taunt me with your words?" She inched closer, bridging the distance and then without warning shot her hand out with a fierce grip aimed to wrap around his throat. At the same time, she thrust forward - the power and strength of Hell behind her as she sought to drive him back to a wall with a significant push while tightening that grip around his neck. Her body plush to his, should she succeed, she'd slowly rub herself upward letting him feel the heat and curves of her figure, breasts cushioned while she let her tongue slide out and glide it up over his right cheek. "You presume to know me. But, you don't. You have no fuckin' clue."
- Noemie: The she wolf smirked brightly and shook her head at the other. "No and you don't know if I told you was a lie or not. That's the beauty of it." Shaking her head and ordered another whiskey. To be honest, all she had just told was utter bullshit actually. Yes her pack died but it wasn't due to vampyres or angels. She even bull face lied to Reina. No one really would know if she was lying or not, at least till you get to know her. Nodding to her new alpha, and replied to him. "It's alright. Not you're fault at all." Though the women would turn to the other lady that Jacques wasn't arguing with, Alyissa to speak with her privately through telepathy. "What is your name? Mine is Noemie." What had really happened in her past was, she had no family. She didn't know who her 'family' was. All she had was a friend that raised her and changed her. No one aside from her and her friend, Lynn, knew that. Lynn has been deceased for quite some time. She's been alone most of her life.
- Jacques: It worked. The taunting seemingly got to her. The howls of hell could be heard from here, she was fuming, though her demeanor did not show it, Jacques was quite adept in reading individuals, even fallen angels like her. He did not back down to any challenge, no matter the odds, especially with this one. The reach between them seemed to draw near, as at the speed of light, her grip found his neck with an unbelievable force. It wasn't enough to kill him right then and there, though she is fully capable of doing so, but it was enough to shock anyone out of their bones. The wall met his back as a smirk escaped Jacques whilst she slammed him back. It hurt no doubt but it would take a lot more than that to rattle his cages. The grip tightened as he smirk decreased, but he could feel that she purposefully left enough air in him to move and talk, to which he seized the opportunity to signal his hunters to stand down as most of them came from the back ready to rumble. He knew, even as talented as they were, they wouldn't stand a chance against a fallen angel, yet alone her. They stood their ground as Jacques peered back at the leather bound woman, who was now pressed up against him, breasts covered and cushioned against abdomen, being held at quite the height by the fallen angel. Upon being lowered and licked across the face, it felt like a mild acid had touched his cheek before smirking once more. "You can cut the crap. If you.. kill me, your... daddy wouldn't let you up.... for a very.. long... time." he managed to utter out with limited breath in his lungs. "I know..who you are..Aradia." Jacques identified her as he knew all about her, probably met her in the past but he wasn't the primary objective it seemed, until now.
- Alyissa: he was in such a revere that nothing shook her but the sound of a body being slammed against the wall. She was so shocked that she dropped her drink on the bar and jumped off her bar stool, that clattering to the ground. A deep rumbling formed in her chest as she laid eyes upon the leather clad female pinning her alpha against the wall. On and on and on and on this loud mouth Bitch has been going on. Goading a reaction. Getting them all worked up. Acting like she had a pot to piss in. "That's it. I've had enough of listening to your bullshit for one night. You want to cause trouble, go somewhere else. Otherwise this bitch that's in heat, will knock you on you so called pretty ass and make it known to NOT fuck with her pack. And if you need a little demonstration, allow me to show you.." She kicked aside the bar stool, her anger getting the better her. Having her back to everyone else, fine. But NEVER have your back turned to Alyissa. Ever. She stalked forward and grabbed the woman by the back of her neck, her nails digging into the woman's flesh as she tore her away from Jacques, spinning her around and slamming her down onto the end of the sticky bar top, pinning her head there. She leaned down and growled at the woman, whispering in her ear. "Get. The. Fuck. Out. And. Leave. My. Pack. Alone." She briefly lifted the woman's head off the bar before slamming it back down on the bar, hearing a nice crack. "Before I have to deal with you." Her eyes flashed a dark amber as she snarled at the woman. "I may not scare you. But I have no issue hunting you for the rest of time. Now. GO!"
- Aradia: Everyone had a scent. As a wolf, the She-bitch would know that. Should know that. Wolves could scent lies. Wolves had that innate ability and the heightened senses of the Dark Saint of Malolevence were not minor. She was Darkness personified. Given the gift of a form by her father and an angelic mother, goddess of the Moon, she sought dominance overall including light. She was his right hand, she was the fist - the blade of the Devil. She was Michael, only opposite. Inwardly she laughed at the subjecation caused to the woman who now spoke to the other bitch who had been coiling in heat. The pair were well suited as Aradia laughed in that manical yet oh so sultry tone. Let the weakling think she had the upper hand. If anyone knew lies it was the Spawn of Lucifer. She lived by them. Reveled in them. Danced in them and got off on them. Noemie had served to do just that as her power resonated through her form, her feminine figure fierce with that residual energy that threatened to burst. How she wanted to squeeze his neck and have his head pop clean off. Then she'd feast on the brains and lap the vitae that remained. It had been a while since she'd tasted Wolf. But this man was no King. He was not worthy of such a killing. He had several things wrong. One, she was not angered, nor did she feel fury. This - this was her element and he could not presume to suppose he knew how she felt by any means despite his Wolf. Second, what her father did or didn't do was not privy to him. Even if it was, by any small chance or means, Aradia would have killed him there and there so his words served not to widen the gap but bring it closer as those fingers inched tighter and claw-like talons sought to dig into the skin, aiming to burst the flesh as blood would soon ooze. "Ten out of ten for knowing my name, Big Boy. Those boots are still lacking though and your size is not up to par." She inched her head back while she thrust her knee between his legs, parting them to impress up to his crotch. Pinned in a place she felt the presence of others behind her but they were of little consequence. In fact, she'd almost enjoy a good rough and tumble. Her other hand slid down toward his arm, hand reaching to as she aimed to entwined her fingers with him. "Hold. Still." She intoned as her hips pressed to his and her knee rubbed against that meat sac. Head leaning in, it appeared she was to going to lick him again instead of those smooth plush cherry tiers aimed toward the lobe of his ear in a sensual touch. Just when the sensations would start to stir - she was full of lust, she'd sense them - want them, would those teeth clamped and bite down as mouth enclosed around that entire ear and she drew back. Like a rabid dog, incisors aimed to cut into the flesh, tear it, shatter it free as she gripped the mound and then shredded it wholly -- only this was when Alyssa took it upon herself to act. As such - not only did she rip that ear, it was torn right of as she let the woman pull her free and that maniacal laughter burst free as the ear -had she gotten it was spat into the air. Before she could be slammed down the Daughter of Hell would use her strength to fight back and put up significant resistance. Blood eased down her lips, over her chin, stained with that of a lycan as the power of Hell danced and curdled through her figure and shadows of darkness oozed around her figure. She pushed back with hands that moved to Alyssa's shoulders, talons aiming to dig into the flesh as she reached for her whip and let the coil dangle within her grip. Spinning while taking hold of that veritable weapon it was unleased with a CRACK that flew toward the threatening bitch after that shove and the tip leveled to wrap around her neck and in turn curled into her form as Aradia danced up to press behind the woman as she pulled that coil tight and wove her in. Should she capture the female - again the thought of tearing head from neck shivered through her but she merely laughed as she let her tongue trail a bloodied path down over her hair toward her ear than paused? "Hunt me. Chase me. Do it. I dare you. Double dare. The more you do, the stronger I'll grow. Then I'll tear that needy cunt of yours to shreds, you'll never ache again. " With a snap of the wrist, she tugged that whip leaving a bite mark and vicious wound into the skin before she uncoiled the electromagnetic force and with a final glance, she peered at the group. "King, indeed. King of shit. Wanna talk about my Daddy again?" As she canted her head and appeared --- almost school girl-like with her tone and question as she left.
- recover: Ashinna hummed as she walked through the streets of New Orleans, wearing an oversized hoody and a pair of yoga pants, both rather unflattering things to hide her naturally attractive appearance. She didn't want to grab any attention, and thankfully, she didn't have to worry about it. Instead of her drawing attention, there was another attractive blonde woman, but this one was going much further than anyone would expect. A car through a wall, and a bench too? What the fuck?! She slowly made her way closer, a hand coming up to rest on the woman's shoulder. "Hey, are you okay?" Clearly not, but the question was... semi warranted. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
- Jacques: The whole right side of his face was covered in blood. Spurting as a matter of fact. He'd land on his behind, holding on and putting pressure on the wound as he adjusted his posture. The blood on his clothes annoyed him more because the blood of an Alpha could be smelt twice as much by vampires and other packs. "Fuck.." the pain had little effect on him. It would take a few days to grow back of course but he had other matters to attend to. Jacques wasn't going to lie, he was a tad pissed off and even more so that Alyissa got attacked too. He'd keep pressure on the side of his face as he growled, standing up, making his way to Alyissa. She had a neck wound too. Not good. He did not know how fast she could heal so he patched her up. It wasn't too deep but he couldn't just leave her. "You put up quite the fight, I don't think our anger would work against someone like her, so I just chose to play the safer route.." peered at his hand full of his own blood. "Tsk.." he'd help Alyissa up as Aradia disappeared. "Her name's Aradia. She's basically the princess of the underworld. Not sure if you noticed. But she knows deep down she couldn't kill me, as much as she wanted to." he hinted that he knew more about this than anyone, like he had some past with her. Nevertheless, he'd finally get up, bleeding stopped before leaning next to Alyissa. "Not sure about you but this isn't a good look. We should get patched up."
- Alyissa: She growled in pain as she forced herself to her feet, with the help of Jacques. "I don't care who that bitch is." Her pain is what made her angry in that particular moment. She was bleeding, angry, and very very horny. And only about one of those things could be remedied at the particular moment. She allowed Jacques to lift her up, her hand to her neck. "Let's get out of here." she muttered to him, stumbling slightly. Fuck! Did that bitch nick a fucking artery or something? She wanted to kill her. She wanted blood.
- Noemie: Seeing the neck wound on Alyissa, and had sniffed the air to sense blood immediately. Quickly getting up and went straight to them both and substituted her alphas hand for her own on top of the neck wound on her beta. "I have this. Let me patch you both up." Looking back at Alyissa and sighs. "At least it's not too deep and you won't need stitches." Helping her to a booth carefully with her new alpha Jacques and went to Ryan, nodding at him, knowing that he would understand what she needed. Grabbing a bag from behind the bar for her and handed it to her, it was a bit heavy but she was able to get it over her shoulder. Once at a table away from everyone and softly sat her down on one of the booth seats. The she wolf would place the bag on the table and started grabbing herbs to blend for a patch to help heal the wound. "I appreciate you sticking up for the pack but so far all the pack is you and the alpha. As far as I'm aware of and me. You both don't know me at all. If you're going to defend anyone, defend him." The women's voice was soft and semi-confused. Though when the herbs were mixed into a paste, she would place it over the wound then wrapped it with gauche along with dressed it with surgical wrap. It would burn at first but that was the indication that it was slowly working. "It may hurt a little but it'll help heal the wound quicker." She began. Doing the same on her alphas injury and sat down on the opposite side of them both. "I know you wish to get out of here but unless I dressed your wounds, well lets just say with how much blood you lost, you probably would have pasted out, hun." Looking up at the both of them and laid back against the seat.
- Jacques: As they stumbled to the back, Jacques was silent as Noemie dressed both their wounds. She looked to know what she was doing because he would do the same thing in her shoes. Step by step actually. Nevertheless, was glad that he had someone to look at their wounds for now, as it would take a bit to fully regenerate and heal itself. Jac peered over to Alyissa as her wound was being dressed before glancing at his outfit all bloodied up. "Well, so much for a place to lay low." he'd chuckle, looking around and thinking about ALyissa's offer to find an actual residence for the pack to reside in. It was a good idea right about now. "Appreciate the help Noemie, but there are others around. I just didn't want them to get involved or they would be killed by now." he'd sit up and hold the mixture to his wound. "I know I just asked you to join, but I didn't mention to you that I do have a kingdom to the north of here. I only passed through New Orleans because of my dream."
- Reina: Just as Reins had finished beating the SUV with a the bench, shutting the car alarm up, she ran her digers through her hair. Anyone that knew the Giovanni had caught onto that very action being a -tick-, something she did constantly as a means to coax herself to a much calmer state; something she did to help with her anger. Back home, the tick was triggered when she couldn't outburst verbally, or physically, with the latter being very dangerous. It started from young age, and the fact that Reina enjoyed her hair being played with meant such anger and energy was able to be contained when she, or trusted others, played through blonde tresses. - by the time she was approached, Reina was between simmering anger and pout, upset about her broken nail. Recover's outfit was so bad, however, it was enough to distract the broken vampire. "Do I look okay?" Heavy accent. With all the broken and disposable objects around, she started to walk off. Eyes low and lazy and dull and hungry. Figuring the other blonde was homeless.... Then again, even if she was just asking for directions, Reina slipped a few hundreds out and held it up. "You have a nice night." A very generous donation for anyone to leave her alone, or venture upon their terms to a torn up throat. Their call. Same price.
- Ashinna: "It really doesn't look like you're okay." She said, quickly following after the blonde haired strong woman. Either this was another... unique person, like herself, or she was a more human kind of unique, the kind that would end up in the circus because of their strength and their beauty. Ashinna kept up the pace, even ending up walking backwards in front of her. A hand rose up before Ashinna could even stop herself, instincts taking over, but she was stopped by the sight of hundreds. "I don't need your money, I want you to have a better night." She rested her hand on Reina's, gently pushing it down as her other hand came up, so she could trail her fingers through that vampire's long blonde locks. "I don't want anyone to have a bad night, and you are very clearly not having a good one... Isn't there anything I can do for you?"
- Regan: Good thing he missed all the drama. The leopard would not have tolerated such behavior inside his bar and he'd certainly have told the lot of them to get the fuck out and take it to the streets. He was returning now, with a small box held between his hands, loaded with new menus and decorative place settings for the add on to the kitchen. Generally he would have done the work himself but he had hired a builder to extend the kitchen area and create a place where extra tables and dining equipment could be set up. A shaded canopy along the street with enough room for people to walk by, and hopefully entice with the scent of fresh made food. Wandering through the back door, he passed by the office long enough to drop the supplies off and then veered out to the bar, where he grabbed himself a beer and dropped onto the stool he kept behind the bar. Casually he picked up a magazine left behind the bar and began to idly flick through it, every so often taking a swig of his drink.
- Stephen Joseph: Something had been...changing within Stephen over these past few weeks or so, and it was the kind of change where it was making him feel like the wolf that was inside of him previously returning from before. But whatever it was, he was definitely coming to accept it for the better. Taking a stroll down New Orleans, finally relieved to not have anybody that was hot on his ass for a while, he managed to come across that Pub place where he and Mae had met a couple or so weeks ago. Ah, how that brought back old memories. Memories that he actually felt like keeping, considering most of his memories were from when he had escaped from his former pack before the flames of their absolute..tyranny for lack of a better word consumed and led them to their ultimate and foreseeable demise. But, shaking that all away for the time being, and approaching the entrance doors to the Pub he entered, seeing as it didn't appear to be all that busy for the time being. That was, until his eyes caught glace of what appeared to be three other individuals all up in a corner, two of them appeared bruised and beaten while the third was tending to their wounds. As he was about to make an approach to help, he managed to catch their scents, and all of them led him to stand absolutely frozen in shock for the moment. There were other wolves here in Vieux as well? It had been...well years upon years since he actually managed to catch other fellow wolves around..anywhere really. His excitement was hidden for the time being though, these looked like they needed help. So, with that he cautiously approached, making sure to keep his distance before getting close enough to where he could easily be heard, examining the wounds. They were all dealt from another wolf, appearing to be done specifically by another rouge. He let a low and hidden growl release from his throat, whoever the little bitch that did this to them was was certainly getting what he or she deserved, that was for damn sure. Letting that leave his mind for the time being though, he spoke. "H-Hello there.." He, politely and softly spoke, "I don't mean to..interrupt whatever it is you guys are trying to do here, but..is there anything I can do to maybe, help by any chance? My name's Stephen Joseph by the way..yes I'm also a wolf as well." His nerves rose up to near alert levels at that moment, he didn't know whether or not he was going to get attacked, or if these people would at least let him try and help the best he could.
- Evangeline Marie: Evan hadn't done much that day. She had moved some boxes in her room Regan was letting her use so she had more room and started to practice her dance routine. When it was time to work she showered first since she was sweaty and went down into the bar a little later then she normally would. Dressed in jean shorts and a gray tank top she cleared tables and cleaned them. She'd chat with the regulars and first timers alike as she went and helped Ryan as much as she could. Washing dishes and tables. When Regan came in she gave him a smile. "Hey, boss." She said to him as she came up behind the bar to drop some dirty dishes off. "Haven't seen you in forever." She commented as she wiped her hands off on a towel she'd put there in case she spilled something on her hands.
- Regan: It was one of those magazines that had pin ups of hot women and fast cars and it was clear that Ryan had left it behind the bar. Of course, Evan could be that way inclined for all the leopard knew. Speak of the devil as the girl's scent drifted across the room and Regan raised his head to watch for a moment as she cleared tables and made conversation with the patrons. She really was doing a fine job, he had to admit. Then again, it was why he had started actually paying her for the work she did. Taking a gulp of his beer as she wandered over with dirty dishes, he lifted a shoulder in a shrug. The leopard had a lot on his mind recently, the biggest being what had transpired in the woods over the full moon. He tried not to dwell on it as he felt a pang of guilt wash over him and he focused on Evan. "Hey, kid. Yeah, been kinda busy lately. Meant to let you know though, I'm looking at renting out the building next door. There's some nice little places available so if you're interested in actually having an apartment type studio instead of a storage closet.." He grinned a little, aware that the room he let her stay in wasn't the best of options. But he was looking to expand on his business opportunities so why not.
- Reina: From time to time Reina could be spotted st the circus, though not as any attraction, but in the back where the sideshows went on, gambling or flirting with a freak or two. To her, a personality stood out much more than looks, something she learned to enjoy from a very young age .The only reason Reina required blood was because her "talents" consumed what she had in her pool to accomplish such feats, and so after a freak out, large or small, she required blood. All's fair in the gifted makeup. She stopped once the other was in front, towering over Recover at 6'3, looking down her expensive nose at the short yet.... very out of place person..... -person- that had tagged along after her. Money folded between her index and middle finger, Still presented to the other. Reina was all too familiar with whores. "You'll only expect it later." Still lacking blood, something about the blonde in front of her caused Reina to feel as if she needed to pander. It was even out of the vampire's character to let another touch her so easily. Brows knit and with ease, Ash got the Giovanni's hand to lower, and even had her fingers playing in Reina's hair. All to which felt very strange; alluring, and something Reina did NOT want to fight all still while feeling out of place. Trapped in her own body, not controlling her actions. On top of her lacking blood, making it easier for Ash to move in. Reina's eyes shut and she took Ash's wrist, forcing it down beside her. "Here. I'll pay you to walk the other way." It didn't even occur to Reina that Ash was anything but human. "The boyfriend isn't the friendly type," sharing information she normally wouldn't. "Go home."
- Evangeline Marie: Things weren't to busy to she leaned against the bar on the same side as Regan and nodded some. She could understand that though had no idea what had happened over the full moon. When he spoke of renting out the building next door and offering her an actual apartment she perked up and smiled. "Really? That would be great! I'm kinda getting tired of living out of my duffel bag." She laughed softly and rubbed at the back of her neck. The scars from her attack were still visible but not as obvious now. The idea of having her own space sounded amazing to her and she loved the idea of it. Details of rent and all that could be worked out later since Regan likely knew what she could afford given the fact he's the one who paid her. That and the whole band thing was still up and coming so she didn't know if she'd actually make any money off it yet. Once they were ready to preform she'd ask Regan about it but till then she'd just work on all that with Thrais and Mae quietly.
- Noemie: Looking over to Jacques and nods at him softly. "I understand. I figured it was a pass through. You don't seem from around here. Though nor am I." Once another male came to visit, and asked if there was anything he could do, she shook her head with a slight smile. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Noemie. I'm the one that patched these goof balls up." Trying to lighten up the mood and looked over at her alpha Jacques. "How are you feeling?" Sensing something from Stephen and Alyissa, unsure what it was but used her own telepathy to speak to her. "Hun, is this your mate? If so he's damn hot and you are one lucky wolf." Giggling a little in the message to her through their minds and looked back at Stephen once more. "I appreciate you asking though. It does mean quite a bit. You really didn't have to."
- Regan: He nodded some and watched her for a moment, noting that the scars were more or less healed. Regan hadn't seen much of her lately, having been busy with his own issues but at some point, he made a note to pull her up on that attack and what had become of it. Finishing his beer, he tossed it into the trash and slapped the magazine back where he'd found it. "I'll let you know when things are finalized, should be a few days yet.." he mentioned and then reached over to give her shoulder a light squeeze. "You're doing good, kid.." Regan's attempt at giving praise for a job well done. "I have a few things to do, so if anyone needs me, send them to my office, yeah?" And with that, he left the bar and wandered back to go over the paperwork he left strewn over his desk.
- Ashinna: Ash hadn't ever been the short person. She was of an average height for most girls, and was taller than most of her fellow succubus counterparts, but in front of Reina, a towering woman, she could only feel a little bit... Excited? She'd never seen a woman so stunning and so tall, so strong and strong of will as well... She smiled and yet, even as it were still offered to her, she kept pushing that hand down, a soft laugh splitting her lips as that sentence followed. "I'm not some kind of hooker if that's what you're thinking..." But, her wrist was grabbed and forced down. Instinct was running faster than her brain at that point. She stopped walking, forcing them both to stop and hopefully getting Reina to press up against her. The still free hand came to rest on the taller woman's cheek, eyes meeting one another. "I'm not trying to get you to fuck me, I want to make sure you're okay..." Her voice was soft, breathy, with just the right amount of honesty in it. "I'm sure if your boyfriend new that you had another girl to talk to whenever you were having such a bad day, he'd be very happy. My name is Ashinna, you can call me Ash. Come with me to my apartment, you can tell me all of your woes and problems. You've had a bad day, so let me make it better. Feel free to unload all you need..." Wait, what was she doing? Still, she couldn't stop herself. Her brain wasn't working, and her darkened soul was working in overtime, deprived of its normal food.
- Evangeline Marie: Evan nodded a little and glanced down at the magazine and rolled her eyes at it. She'd seen Ryan with it earlier and had teased him for it. Looking up at her boss she smiled at him and nodded. "Okay, sounds good. Thank you." She tolf him. When he reached over there was a moment she tensed up but she relaxed when the squeeze was light and he spoke. She blushed a little at his praise not used to it and nodded. "Thanks." she said softly glad he thought she was. She did try to work her ass off and she was glad he saw it. When he said he'd be in the office she nodded at him and smiled. "Okay." she smiled and watched him walk away. After a moment she turned away and went back out into the dining area to get back to work.
- Colt: The wolf didn't feel like mingling tonight. Thus he was perched on the open tail gate of his truck, parked just down the road from the Pub. Legs were hanging over the edge and his guitar was perched in his lap. Currently he was chowing down on a hot dog, with all the fixings, mustard trying to make an escape but easily caught with a swift swipe of his tongue. Fingers were popped into his mouth and sucked clean before he balled up the paper napkin and tossed it over his shoulder into the bed of his truck. Wiping his palms over the denim of jeans, he picked up the instrument, settled it against him and began strumming aimlessly. No particular tune in mind as he canted his head and listened to the sounds that the city provided. Even from where he was parked, he could hear the honking of car horns, the idle chatter of people that cruised the streets, and music that flowed from establishments along the way. A certain set of lyrics came to mind and fingers instantly began to pluck at the strings and copy the tune. A light hum that vibrated through his throat, eyes drifting shut a moment before he changed tactics and began to play the start of one of his own. A soft melody that gave rise to his ability for playing the guitar and after a moment, it was his voice that filtered free. Low and husky with a slight southern tinge to it, reciting the lyrics he'd written from memory.
- Alyissa: She was tired. She was weak. And the fact that she was unfortunately still in heat, it just drained her physically. She needed a drink. Something much stiffer than what she had been drinking. She rubbed her face and glanced up.. and froze. Something changed. She straightened up and looked around, watching as another male entered the room. Well. This was not something she expected. Not this late at night. And not after everything she had just been through. She watched through amber eyes as the male strode forwards, making his way over to the three of them. She sat back and watched. Surprised. She clenched her jaw, trying to focus. But so much was going on inside her, it was hard to focus. She sucked in her breath like she had been punched in her chest. What was happening.... Her gaze never left the male, not even when she heard Noemie in her head. She was probably blushing at her comment. But she couldn't help it. There is no way to be sure that he is my mate or that I am his until i touch him. Doesn't have to be anything weird. A shake of his hand or something... then I will know. Until then, I am not holding out hope. But there was a part of her that held out hope that she had finally found her mate. The one that her wolf would be with for a long time. Best not to rush things. She didn't want to scare him. Or maybe he would feel the same thing and all her worrying would be for naught. That was entirely dependent on what would happen next. She swallowed hard and met the male's gaze. "I think we are okay.. For the moment anyways. I'm Alyissa.." she said quietly, her eyes searching his face for any kind of reaction.
- Jacques Blackwater: Could hear everything Alyissa was thinking about. Even Noemie and her habit of telepathy. Wonders if the gentleman that offered for help could hear it to. Would stick to speaking for now just in case. A stranger could turn into an assassin, but he didn't seem like one. Lycan for sure. The scent is a giveaway. Jacques had now gathered some strength to pull himself up as Noemie continued to nurse Alyissa. Extended a dried up bloody hand. "That's mighty nice of you Stephen. My name's Jacques, Jacques Blackwater." he'd smile as he'd tried to dicern whether he was a lone rogue or was part of a pack, perhaps the Vieux Carre pack? Nevertheless, he and the rest of his pack plus the two females would need a new place to stay. "Say, do you happen to reside anywhere? We're all new to New Orleans and..well, we've been staying in hotels and random places. I can pay. I've got money." he offered as he checked where his ear was to see if there was any bleeding. Just a few spots, nothing too major. Would have attracted a dozen vampires by now if he was back home up north.
- Noemie: <i> The she wolf would listen off to the distance to hear a guitar and a man singing. She couldn't help but start smiling brightly. It had been a while since she had heard good singing from someone. Though looking over to Alyissa with now a smirk and knew that look on her gaze. Oh yes, she was thinking of imprinting or wishing to. One of the two. Waving to them all as she turned on her heels, but had looked at Stephen. "Make sure she doesn't strain herself please." Half way teasing but serious while snickering at them. Heading towards the door, but before she had left the establishment she heard Jacques basically bluntly asking if Stephen would help find shelter the rest of the pack. Snickering once more and had snaked her way out of the establishment. Taking a breath and had grabbed the back on her way out. Placing it over her shoulder, and began walking. Not really having a destination but started humming to herself. After a few minutes she began to sing out loud. "Picture perfect memories, scattered all around the floor. Reaching for the phone 'cause, I can't fight it anymore, and I wonder if I ever cross your mind. For me it happens all the time!~ It's a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now. Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now. And I don't know how I can do without, I just need you noooooooow~" Having a little twang in her own voice but it was light. Not really singing it for anyone, it was really the first song that came to mind. It was one that she had sang a lot while traveling. Passing the male on the truck with her eyes closed, just letting her feet guide her. Even though she wanted to stop, her feet kept carrying her. Not wishing to intrude on the male even though he seemed off to a degree. Not lonely but didn't really wish to socialize with other crowds.
- Stephen Joseph: Stephen gave a nod of his head after hearing both of their responses, and after Noemie told him to make sure she doesn't strain herself, giving a little smile afterwards. "It's indeed a pleasure to meet the three of you." He replied, "I don't reside anywhere unfortunately...I've been pretty much packless ever since I was driven from my birth pack when I was young.." Although now, after replying to Jacques' question to him his gaze turned to Alyissa in return, somehow hearing the telepathy between Noemie and Alyissa, and even he couldn't take his gaze off of her. Had he also managed to find a possible mate that his own wolf would be with for a long time? The feelings that he could also somehow feel from her towards him were met in return for what felt like eons. Blushing a little at hearing Noemie's comment that was heard by telepathy, his gaze turned back towards Jacques, taking the extended hand and shaking it in a greeting gesture, giving a little head nod in return. "I might know of a few places around here somewhere, I'm also relatively new to New Orleans as well." He said to him, his gaze turning back to Alyissa after speaking with Jacques and trying a little bit of telepathy to her of his own, examining her patched up wounds and giving a little hidden snarl that was within his throat. Whoever the little bitch that did this is, I swear I'll rip their little flesh and bones apart. I'll sacrifice my own life to protect you, your friends, and every other person that this little prick, or anybody else that wishes to intend harm comes across if I have to.. That was a clear promise if they hadn't heard one yet, he'd give his life up for her, and her packmates, if he had to. Moving over to where Alyissa was, making sure not to get too close in case anything happened, he extended his hand out to her, waiting to see her reaction with a bit of nervousness that he managed to keep hidden.
- Colt: After the first verse, he crooned into more of a hum, having not figured out the rest of the lyrics yet and his brow dipped into a small frown. His fingers slid over the strings and palm came to rest and cut off the sound before eyes rolled skyward and he observed the play of darkness, the slight twinkle of stars above before lips parted and words flowed a little more easily, his rich timbre likely to carry down the street. He wasn't playing for an audience however, merely himself and wile away the time. It had been a busy day and he'd gotten through most of his work fairly quickly and he'd had a hankering for a hot dog. Hence the rolled up napkin behind him. An open can of soda rested upon the open tail gate and he paused in his song to take a long swallow of the slightly warm beverage before placing it back down. Fingers returned and plucked every one of the strings to flick outward before keen senses picked up a voice. A singing one at that. Not realizing that it came from Ryan's Pub but he caught the words as the voice drew nearer and got louder. Without thinking and as she passed by his truck, he took up the tune on his guitar, smooth and easy and his voice cut into the second verse. "Another shot of whiskey, can't stop looking at the door. Wishin' you'd come sweepin; in the way you did before. And I wonder if...I...ever...cross your mind. For me, it happens all the tiiiiime..." Rich timbre and twanged southern lilt to his voice, lips curving into a crooked smirk as he followed her path past his truck with bright emeralds.
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