Del's meeting with Lycaon

Delphine:  "Bonjour, le sucre. La maison de maman." (Hello, sugar. Momma's home.) Hints of Cajun spice mixed in with it's french accent, spilled from it's throat. Light chocolate flesh and braided strands that pulled into a large bun on the back of it's head. Having passed many bars of all kinds along Bourbon street, the women gave a sly smirk coming back to her home town. Seeing all the parades and masked people around, a sigh came from her throat. What a pity, too many were drunk to actually enjoy themselves properly. Bright caramel irises peering around through her rose gold laced mask that had three metallic looking roses on one side. ( cdn.shopify.com ) while also in a floor length golden dress with ivory accents underneath the shiny patterns. ( i.picpar.com (hover) ) Making her way towards a place that a friend of hers had suggested when passing through. Getting a message on her cellphone, funny enough it was an old fashion flip phone, crimson; she would smirk again at the message. "Come inside. -Ryan." What did this sweet summer child get into now? Doing as the message said and went into an establishment that was called Maison Bourbon, she looked around to find the blonde haired male. "Alors à quoi sert cet appel pluvieux?" (So what is this rainy call for?) She asked before taking a seat in a cushioned seat beside him near the bar. The male shook his head and grinned. "Can't a friend seek company?" He teased. He was in a suit, classic grey. Freshly polished leather shoes. No mask though. His bright blue irises looked at hers. "How are you?" He spoke while placing his hand over hers. Deciding to speak English for him, she'd sigh once more. "Well, Im back home. I didn't want to come back but here I am." Oh how she wanted actual company, as much as Ryan was great, she didn't really have friends. Oh well though.

Lycaon: Irons had been through more combat drills, missions, and debriefings than he could reasonably count. He'd known the type of fear that made boys out of men and cowards out of heroes. Some of the places he'd been, some of the things he'd done, he refused to recount even to his therapist. And yet somehow, some way, he felt more brave going back to the military than going to Mardi Gras. The fear was a different kind, sure, but it was fear all the same. He wasn't afraid of bullets anymore, but having to deal with drunk party goers made him dread going outside. It wasn't that he was embarrassed, not at all. He was objectively an attractive man. Her wasn't nervous in the slightest. The problem was his temper. For the most part Deshaun was a patient person- but it took a saint to deal with the big easy's citizens on the best of days. When everyone was drunk and throwing glitter around like unicorns? Things could get a tad bit tense for him...the fact that he was a wolf certainly didn't help. So, it was of little surprise to any of his friends that the former soldier opted to find himself a quiet bar to drink in. The alcohol did nothing for him, but he liked the taste. Not to mention it would stick out if he didn't drink during the largest party of the year. So the ex-marine found himself fixing his tie (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/b4/9f/c7/b49fc794b26142f4b56d59e9974991ca.jpg) and re-positioning his mask (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/3b/e8/77/3be877c189dc22023bfc74ce41ed3935.jpg) when the most curious little thing walked into the bar. She was gorgeous, that was easy enough to tell. Her mask only covered so much and what he COULD see, he liked. The part that interested him though- was her scent. She was a wolf. Deshaun didn't know every wolf in the city, but new ones still tended to surprise him, especially ones that looked like...well...THAT.

Delphine: Catching the view of the male that was looking at her from the corner of her gaze, it caused her to raise an eyebrow honestly. Though it wasn't a stalkerish one like some of the people in town gave her, it was different. The colored skin women turned to look at her friend Ryan with a smile that she hadn't given in a long time. The blonde chuckled a little and leaned back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. "I know that look." He commented teasingly. The she wolf had gave a southern giggle and shook her head. "I do not know what you are talking about, darlin'." Teasing back at him. Not being of the drinking alcohol kind, the waiter that she given her order to rushed back with her tea and politely gave it to her. Once taking the drink, she sipped on it with a delighted smile. Oh how she loved sweet southern tea. Not too sweet but sweet enough to get the nature flavors enhanced. Seeing that other colored fellow was tensed, she figured it was due to long day from work or something of the sort. Being able to tell he was wolf, only made her instincts grow higher. What was another wolf doing in the French Quarter? Let alone away from a pack, granted she didn't have much to really say about that since she was lone wolf herself. There was just something strange about him and she couldn't really tell what it was. He was obviously attractive and probably had been in the service, but there was so much more that she didn't know. It peeked her curiosity but she wouldn't let that show unless he came to her or sensed it. One of the two. Staying seated across from Ryan, she'd continue sipping on her tea.