Fantasy A Cacophony Of Noise

[Comet]

(SORRY BABY, I GOT BUSY YESTERDAY.)


"Do you dance?" He asked, making the girl chuckle. "I know how, but no, I haven't danced in a while. My species, we love dancing. Once we start, we can't stop. We would have dancing parties that lasted for four days." She chuckled again, reverting her green gaze back to him. "So you're a spirit? Nice, I'm a Chimera. Yet, I don't look like a usual chimera." She looked down at her drink, swirling it around as the music pumped in her ears. "Do you dance?"


@Devious Dilbert (dunno if tag worked)

 

[Malhyanth]

 



@Kry @Firebright


The feel of the tongue and lips on his wrist, the pull on his veins, elicited a growl from deep in the werewolf's chest. His other arm wrapped around the vampire as he fed, more to steady himself on his tiring legs, but the strange tension that spread across his abdomen was not unnoticed. His fist balled in the vest the vampire wore, rumpling the back of it as his vision started to darken a little, and his concentration started to swim. Before he was able to relinquish the vampire of his feed, he was released by choice, and the white werewolf was very powerfully shoved. He was greatful for the hold he had on the vest jacket the vampire wore.


Taking a careful step back, releasing his hold once he could feel all his limbs, his head lowered, and his chest heaved beneath the baggy torn up t-shirt he wore. His ears registered the vampire's questions, and he looked up, pale skin even paler, his vision dancing with spots of dark and light, colourful, and not just from the mood lighting in here. His sharp grin returned, though it was tight from the experience of such a hungry vampire draining his veins. "Djour velcome." Was all he managed to say before a wave of nausea washed over him. He swallowed heavily, leant forward, and humbled the non-bleeding arm out to the side to find the seat. He folding his giant frame down, and stretched out his legs, head flung back onto the back of the seat. Blood gently pooled in his hand, but it was a slow ebb now, as his werewolf healing capabilities started to kick in. The groan that escaped him was neither particularly pained or pleasured by this experience, and slowly, he reopened one of his ruby eyes to look on the vampire.


"Suffice to say I do not take kindly to somevone purposely staying 'ungry." Bones raised his unbloodied hand to his face and pressed circles into his temples. "Ira vill tell djou I seem to always pick up zhe waifs and strays." The werewolf chuckled, as he lowered his hand again and sat in a stupor for a moment, feeling his emptied vessel working exceptionally hard to pump what blood was left about; feel his joints and bones aching as bone marrow kicked into overdrive to replace what had been lost. He sighed, his chest heaving, as he relaxed into the seat, eyes closed, body limp. If the vampire wanted, he could probably finish off the wolf, but Bones felt he had a guardian watching over him; a second set of eyes watching the exchange, and he felt reassured, even though he couldn't explain why.


"Bell, do djou not know vhere in time djou 'ave surfaced? Yes, zhe 21st century. In zhis day and age zhe 'umans use us as zhe scrapegoats. Ve are 'unted, still. But ve are closer, as a group. Ve look after each ozher. Even if it means feeding somevone in need. I could not stand to be party to djour suffering any longer. It vas eizher feed djou, or zhrow djou out." The werewolf gathered in his limbs with a hiss through his teeth. He flexed the muscles of his forearm where he had chewed through his own skin. The wound was nearly gone, but the wolf was now seriously hankering for a hunt and fresh meat. These days that just meant seeking out the nearest butcher, or at least a supernatural butcher, and getting it delivered, but sometimes nothing could quench a thirst like this quite like hunting it, and eating the prey warm, with heart still twitching. The werewolf leaned forward, ignoring all around him as he drew up his knees, booted feet flat on the ground, elbows on knees, hands dangling between his thighs, head bowed towards his hands as he drew deep breaths and pushed down the beast within.

 

[Kry]

@Malhyanth


Bell was silent for a long while, just watching the werewolf. Watching as the creature sank into the seat, and noting how much paler the wolf was now. The vampire felt guilty. He should have better control, but it wasn't just guilt for causing this man harm that he felt, he was now feeling the full weight of everything. It was so much harder to ignore the emotions with the hunter sated, at least before he could focus more on the hunger and fighting it, now he couldn't do that. Now all he could think about and feel was the agony of loss and the loneliness that came wtih it.


Starving and risking the loss of control was much better than this, even being used by Cade and getting doped up with that elder's methods was better than feeling this! For a few moments, Bell couldn't remember why it had seemed so urgent to get away from Cade and the castle. He shuddered, turning slightly in his seat and bringing his legs up. Feet in the chair and his arms wrapping around his legs, hugging those knees tightly to his chest. Those purple eyes watched the other intently, noting rather absently that he could probably finish the wolf off if he wanted to. Bell did not want to. "...Thanks, I guess.." Though the vampire sounded more grumpy than appreciative of the blood that had been given.


"But it was so much easier to not feel when all I could feel was the hunger.." He was chewing his bottom lip very lightly with his fangs, careful not to break the skin there. The vampire seemed to sigh a little bit. "21'st century." He seemed to think that over, his brow knit together as he thought. Now that his head was clearer, it did make sense. "I haven't been out of the castle much. Not since...." He trailed off with a shrug. "I was staying with an Ancient Vampire, he brought me the things I needed, I never needed to venture far out of that castle, not after..." Again he trailed off. "But I couldn't stand being there anymore, he was just using me.."


Bell moved, standing and stretching a bit, before reaching over to place his hand on the werewolf's shoulder. "I took too much from you, and now you need to eat something." That hand lingered for a few moments longer before he removed it. Once the werewolf did look back at the jingling vampire, Bell's expression would be a sad one. So very sad, as if he were on the verge of tears, with his shoulders slightly slumped. Even his voice had been laced with a deep sorrow, and the slight jingling from each of his movements seemed very forlorn. The vampire's entire demeanor had changed so completely, before he had been stubborn and resistant, now he was lost in a deep sorrow.


Purple eyes that no longer held the glow of hunger, purple eyes that were once vibrant, now seemed dull and listless.

 

[Devious Dilbert]

( THERE'S SOME REAL SEXUAL TENSION BETWEEN BONES AND BELL @Kry @Malhyanth I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE GETTING THAT VIBE. BTW, WILL POST TOMORROW OR MONDAY, BABE, @Comet )

 

[Firebright]

Alyssa watched the whole exchange carefully. Her wolf friend was now weakened severely. While the vampire's whole demeanor had changed. Now he looked...sad, or depressed. She felt empathy for him, and what ever he was going through. There must have been some reason he refused to feed. She made herself become visible now that jthe wolf was no longer looking in er direction. Invisibility drained her energy. She continued watching from her same spot.  

 

[Devious Dilbert]

Andrew Sea- Yang
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Dance Room Bar
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"My species, we love dancing. Once we start, we can't stop. We would have dancing parties that lasted for four days. So you're a spirit? Nice, I'm a Chimera. Yet, I don't look like a usual chimera."


"Chimera? I thought you were just some werewolf hybrid... But usually they don't keep the ears and the tail after transformation, so that makes sense. That's cool- I never talked to a Chimera before," He said.


He never woulda' guessed what she was. It was kinda hard to keep up with all the different breeds of "supernatural."


Wait a second- technically, Andrew was human. He was only a human that lost the privilege of living. And luckily, this either never crossed the minds of the other folk, or they just figured, "Eh- he's cool enough. We'll adopt him." Pretty weird actually, he thought. What a surprise it must be to people who end like him, learning that this is an alternative "afterlife," if it could even be called that. What did he feel when he first "came here" and saw that a whole 'nother sphere of life existed, hidden in plain sight in the nooks and crannies of his own? He couldn't really remember after the decades he's just been around... and neither did he want to. To have an existential crisis at a bar in the middle of a conversation with a girl he was trying to chat up? Not really something you willing just do.


He was going on another tangent again- Focus, ghost boy!


"Do you dance?"


Her voice yanked him back down to earth. "Ahaha-" He started instinctively, but caught himself.


The question had brought up humiliating past images, forcing him to look past Isabella.


Come on, you're dead! Nothing should be embarrassing at this point!


"Do you really wanna find out? I dance like I died of a seizure," he said, lightly laughing at himself.


In breaking eye contact, he saw that a few stares were pinning the both of them down. Annoyingly, they were mostly looks from friends that he made here in the past. Dammit- those guys!


Well- talking had to go somewhere, he thought. And if the girl was into dancing-


"But if you're great at dancing, then let's hit the floor," He smiled.


( FLIRTING WITH: @Comet )

 

[Comet]

A wide smile came to her face as she stood up, stretching her body out and pinning her ears down to her head with a sheepish grin. "If you insist that we go dance. If you really do dance like you're having a seizure, I would probably try to help you in some way." She then giggled, smiling at him as she reached her soft hand towards him for him to grab. She didn't question the distant look he had on his face for a moment. Her, out of all people, knew not to question distant looks. She could see a few people scowling at the pair, wondering if they knew Andrew, but also didn't question that. "You know, if you'd like, I can just teach you to dance." She then gave him a small smirk, shifting her weight onto her other foot. Her heels weren't hurting yet, thank the gods, but with how much dancing they're about to do... hopefully she don't end up breaking one! 
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(INTERACTING WITH MY BABY @Devious Dilbert)
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[Malhyanth]

((Just a tag is sufficient guys, I think we have got that you're excited to be RPing together c; ))


@Kry


The werewolf opened one eye and cast a sceptical eye over the vampire. The trace of a grin once again appeared on his face as he straightened, rolling his head, and popping could be heard from the vertebrae. The wolf then rolled his shoulders, and pushed out his chest, the crack from his sternum sickening. Blood was starting to pump less sluggishly, and the werewolf's colour, what little of it there was, was starting to return. He grinned again, less nauseated now, and placed his large hands atop his knees. Bones' head tilted as he listened to the forlorn story of the vampire, taking in his sad expression.


Bones raised a hand and patted that of the other, before raising to his full height. He must have done it a little too quickly, as his vision suddenly swam, but he reached out and took a hold of the vampire round the waist to steady himself. His other hand pressed against his eyelids. "Voah, vhat a rush!!" His voice was light and jovial, as he waited for the waves of sickness to sod off, and his body to get under control once more. Anyone perceptive enough may have seen something shifting below the skin, just a shimmer beneath his pale skin, of something wanting to push through. He swallowed it back. A hungry werewolf in full rampage mode in a bar full of people would not be a great thing!


Straightening, the werewolf raised his arms from the vampire's waist to around his shoulders. Seeing the kid's forlorn look, Bones couldn't help himself. He gently pulled the kid in close to his side, looking down at him. The mischievous grin returned, fierce and determined. He tightened his grip, somthe vampire would have to really struggle to get loose. Promptly, a fisted hand rose, and the knuckles placed on the top of the vampire's head, before a noogy was firmly applied. The werewolf's joyous laughter at the action was infectious, and he would let the vampire struggle to be free for a moment before releasing.


Bones pointed at the vampire, with a slightly blood tainted hand, but no wound could now be seen. "Zhat vas for taking too much! Greedy little pig. Come now, enough sulking. Zhis is a place of friendship, and djou, Bell, look like djou need one." Bones stepped out of the booth, and threw an arm over the shoulders of the much smaller supernatural. "Say, djou are zhe perfect 'ight to balance my drink on djour 'ead, like a bar table!" With less blood circulating for the time, it seemed Bones was having a greater effect from the alcohol starting to worm its way from his stomach into his blood stream. Blood loss and whiskey leant themselves to a rather unsteady on his feet, giant of a werewolf. His cheeks, now he had stood, had flushed slightly, as he recovered from the situation. He leant heavily on his new friend, and pointed towards the exit.


"Lets go, kiddo! Zhere is a room of sounds, sights and booze for us to enjoy for a few 'ours yet!" His laugh was a little too loud, and he started forward, dragging his unwilling support with him.

 

[Firebright]

Alyssa grinned at the two as the wolf hung onto the smaller vampire. She ran and disappeared upstairs before they could see her.  Her long lavender hair floating around her shoulders and she leapt into the air. Her feet treading air as she skywalked to the main floor. Her feet touched back down and she walked to the bar for another drink. After recieving it she curled up in a booth. A soft song coming from her lips. Mostly drowned out by the music on the dance floor.

 

[Kry]

@Malhyanth


When the werewolf stood, far too quickly and caught Bell around the waist, the vampire tensed for a moment with uncertainty. Only a moment though, as his hands rose almost immediately to grasp the wolf's forearm, and he took a single small step forward. As if intending to make sure the larger man didn't fall. There was great strength in Bell's form now, from the feeding, but his touch was gentle. Just firm enough to keep the other male from falling if that was about to happen.


The vampire shook his head slightly at the werewolf's exclamation of it being a rush. A major head rush probably, but Bell could see it, that beast just under the surface wanting to come out and play. Again the vampire felt rather guilty, and it would show on his face along with the sadness. Lips parted to speak, but the words got swept away as that larger man let go of his waist and put an arm around his shoulders. Pulling him close, drawing him up to his side, and then proceeded to bludgeon his skull with a noogy. Purple eyes widened, and Bell struggled to get out of the 'attack', though the werewolf seemed to be having fun.


When he was released, Bell stumbled back a bit, and reached out to grab the arm that was pointed at him. He merely grabbed it for support, and then when it was clear the werewolf was about to drape that arm around his shoulders, Bell helped guide it with his hand already on it. "Easy big guy." The words were whispered softly, guilt and sadness lacing his voice. Normally such actions, like a noogy and then being used as a support, from a stranger would have angered Bell greatly. Right now though, he felt closer to the werewolf, the other had given him blood. Part of the wolf coursed through his veins, but that seemed to only make him sadder. As if filled his thoughts with another werewolf, tanned skinned and red haired.


Bell slipped an arm around the taller man's waist and put himself even closer to the other, enjoying the warmth that radiated from him. Enjoying the warmth and the scent of werewolf. He enjoyed and hated the scent of werewolf, but it was mingled with the man's other scent. The part of his scent that identified him as an individual werewolf and not just a werewolf. His body was pressed tightly against the other man, and he scowled up at him for a moment. "You won't be using me as a bar table, come now. I should buy you some meat, if they have that here..." If they would accept his strange coins again.


But the werewolf had said something about friends. It made the vampire grit his teeth abit. No. He had about all he could stand from 'friends'. They either up and died on you, or just used you to make themselves feel better. Bell wasn't interested in friendship anymore, he would go back to the way he was, after he had killed his maker and before he had ever met Red or Cade. He would go back to being alone. It was much better that way. Though if he had truly wanted to go back to that kind of life, why the hell had he come into this place?


When the werewolf began dragging him back towards the main room, Bell struggled for half a moment, only a little unwilling at first. He actually liked the privacy of this area, would have rather hung out around here. Though it was clear the wolf wanted to go back and get drunk or whatever, the man was already half loopy, and Bell was feeling the slightest hints of a buzz himself. Probably from the wolf's blood, but he could shove such feelings away. Hesitantly at first, and then being more supportive, the vampire helped the wolf along.

 

[Malhyanth]

@Kry @Firebright


The werewolf chortled at the vampire. Meat? In a bar? Was he kidding? He didn't want meat! He wanted to drink! And maybe dance badly until he passed out drunk! And that was certainly going to be a heck of a lot earlier than he planned, considering the way his day had gone so far! Bones 'wooed' at Bell as he stated he was not going to be a table. Bones would have to make sure at least one glass got balanced on that blond and purple head. He sniggered into his free arm, and hauled himself up the stairs


"Come on, little Vamp! Let's goooo!" The werewolf shook his head, his contained dreads jangling together, and he jogged up the stairs, letting go of the vampire, feeling a fair bit better now he was moving. He breathed deep, stretching when he got to the top and inspecting himself for a blood trail. He sniffed at his hand, still stained. Rather then heading anywhere to rinse it off, he raised it to his face, and licked at the trail that flowed into his palm and around his fingers. The few bone rings on his fingers were slightly stained, but he could leave that for later.


The tall werewolf waited against the mirrored wall by the VIP lounge, winking across at the lavender haired Fae girl that was sat near the dance floor. He'd smelt her as he had jogged up the stairs. He seemed to have a little guardian faerie! He tapped his foot in tune with the music he could hear, which would be different to that Bell, coming up behind him, would experience. He waggled his head about, experiencing the music, singing along.

 

[Kry]

@Malhyanth


Bell's every movement still jingled with the sound of tiny bells, and his entire existence radiated sadness, but he tried hard to push that feeling away. He tried hard and failed spectacularly at it. He moved up the stairs with the werewolf, huffing slightly in disdain at being called little, but it was true. The werewolf was much broader and taller than him, but Bell was more or less used to most men in his life being more built and taller than him. Then that wolf was pulling away from him, and pulling ahead of him.


For a moment the vampire stopped, and just watched the other man jog up the stairs. Those purple eyes almost seemed bright again, almost for only half a moment, then they were back to their dull and listless shade. Bell started moving again, making his way up those stairs to join his companion at the top. Noticing the other cleaning himself of the blood, made Bell grimace slightly. He never should've given in. The vampire lifted his hands to his face and wiped at his mouth, rubbing hard to rid himself of any dried blood that may have been there.


If at all possible when he reached his tall companion, Bell's entire being seemed even more forlorn. Those purple eyes were downcast, and he seemed to be making a point to not look at the werewolf anymore. His hands were now shoved into his pockets. Bell knew he should leave, get out of here and be done with this wolf and anyone else in this bar or town. Go back to the mountains of Europe, where he had once belonged, and live out the rest of his life secluded alone in a cave. Or better yet, terrorizing the humans of tiny little European villages if any still existed on the outskirts of towns and cities.


How long had it been since he'd last been in Europe? Far too long, but there was nothing there for him either. Everything he acquired always seemed to get taken from him in some way. As he reached his companion, Bell reached out with a hand, giving the other a push towards the dance floor. "Go dance you bastard. I'm sorry I ever bothered you in the first place." The vampire sounded almost angry. He knew he would just drag the wolf's mood down if he kept hanging around him, and honestly Bell wanted to watch the other cut loose and have fun.


He wanted to stay close to the werewolf, but he knew better. He was just trying to use him as a replacement for the lover he had lost. His other hand came out of his pocket to become a clenched fist at his side. "Better if you don't hang around me much. I'll just ruin your buzz. Go dance with that faerie, she looks lonely." The hand that had pushed the werewolf now nudged him towards the lavender haired faerie. Bell lowered his hand, his gaze lingering on the werewolf a few moments longer than it should have, then he was moving off. Trying to put distance between himself and the white wolf before he ended up doing something he would truly regret.


Bell couldn't help but feel that they had a connection now, or rather, that he had a closer connection with that man. The blood had been offered so freely, and he had drank so deeply of it. He could still taste it. The last lingering flavor of that werewolf, familiar and yet wholly different from what he had grown so accustomed to. If only that closeness and connection he felt weren't a trick of his mind, fueled by the taste of the other and the despair in his own heart, then he could pursue the other guilt free.


Bell didn't want to use the white wolf as a substitute, nor did he want to be used again, but if he kept hanging around that man he felt almost certain that one of those things would happen. He felt certain he would be the only one getting hurt again, if things were different, perhaps then he could have tried to build a relationship with that man. Then again, if things were different he never would have needed to be outside of Cade's castle, because his Red would have still been there.


That look of wanting to cry seemed permanently etched into the vampire's face.

 

[Firebright]

Alyssa shook her head in near disbelief. How had he known she had been there? No matter, she smiled at the wolf. The vampire seemed more or less depressed. Sometimes his eyes would light up but that was rare. She wondered what had made him this way. The wolf seemed more than a little tipsy and it looked like he was heading for another drink. She sipped her own its flavor making her close her eyes with a smile. 

 

[Malhyanth]

@Kry @Firebright


The werewolf was shocked out of his reverie, the song surprising him that he'd known it, but the shove certainly brought him out of that! The vampire was sulking again, and the werewolf wasn't having that! He'd given far more than he'd every given another before, and he wasn't about to be treated in that manner! He twisted around on his back foot, spinning into the shove so he was behind the vampire, Bones draped an arm over the vampire's shoulder and forced him to sway with him. 


"Oh no djou don't, my friend. Djou put me in zhis position, djou 'ave to deal vizh it now!" He lowered his hands to the little vampire's waist, and danced him around, laughing joyously. Bones had very little dancing rhythm, but he could sway, and he could step about, and he could certainly find himself some rhythm if it meant embarrassing another! "I do not usually feel my drinks, Bell. Djou 'ave concentrated it in my blood, so djou now get zhe fun of a drunk verevolf!" His laugh was almost evil in its cackle level, and when he had worn himself out swaying with the vampire, he released him, and punched him lightly on the shoulder, winking at him with a vicious grin.


"Come on, Bell. Djou owe me now. I von't make djou do anyzhing djou don't vant to, except maybe keep me company till the small 'ours of zhe morning." He stood for a moment, striking a pose of deep thought. "Vait... zhat sounded bad... Vell, unless it sounded good to you little piggy!" The giant leaned down and stuck his tongue out at the vampire. He motioned for the vampire to join him as he walked off, towards the bar. Ira threw him a filthy look, seeing the staining to his hand, and to his jeans where he's rested his hands on his knees for a while whilst dizzy. The werewolf grinned broadly at her with an exaggerated shrug, and pulled the vampire under his arm, threatening to noogy him again.


"Get me a large blood vodka, my sweetest vamp!" He sassed the manager. She rolled her eyes at him, and poured his drink. He indicated the lavender haired girl. "'Er drink too, my beauty. And for my little friend 'ere?" Bones looked under his arm at the vampire. Ira pursed her full lips at him, as if to say "break another glass and you're out".

 

[Kry]

@Malhyanth


Bell was caught off guard somewhat when the other had moved around behind him instead of going off to do his own thing. He growled lightly, an angry sound as he glared at the werewolf. Though before he could do much, he was being swayed, pushed and pulled in different directions. Each movement forced or not created that sound of bells. His hands had come up to grasp the werewolf's forearms as Bell stumbled a bit from the movements, trying to keep his own balance and keep in step with whatever semblance of rhythm his dance partner had. He was frowning deeply, and definitely looking like he wanted to bolt out of that man's grasp.


When he was finally released from that..dance?...if one could call it that, he glared at the werewolf. Bell did not want to deal with a drunken anything, but this was his fault. He had taken so much of the others blood. The vampire sneered a bit, letting the anger take over for a moment. "I could remove the rest of your blood if you'd like." Another growl, but the anger didn't seem as intense as it should have been. When he was finally released though, Bell should have darted off, but he didn't. He remained next to that werewolf, silently warring inside himself. He knew better, he knew he needed to leave.


When the werewolf stuck out that tongue, Bell glared hard at him, but even through these expression changes that vampire still seemed on the verge of crying. A slight look of disdain crossed his features, based on the words the other had spoken, it almost sounded like the werewolf would just use him too. He grit his teeth, he knew it would come to that, they would end up using each other and Bell would be tossed away and forgotten. Cade hadn't tossed him away, but it had gotten to the point where the other had ignored him completely until ready to make himself feel better.


Bell hesitated as the werewolf motioned for him to follow, but ultimately the vampire gave in to his desire to remain close to that man. So he followed, against his better judgement, attempting to not look at the lady behind the bar as the werewolf ordered drinks. Suddenly though, he was pulled closer, and the threat of another noogy loomed. Bell struggled to pull away. "I don't want nothin'! Let go of me!" He wriggled against the werewolf, jingling and looking sad as well as irritated as he struggled.

 

[Devious Dilbert]

Andrew Sea Yang
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Dance Room Bar
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The ghost boy took her hand with a touch as cold as ice and a lightness of air itself. He couldn't help to smile, but he tried his best to play it cool. He was just about to get his ass handed to him in dancing... It could be fun! As he stood up, he caught Ira eyeing him, giving him a giggle and a wink.


So nosy...


"Yeah, show me how to do what you do," he said. 


He walked with Isabella to the dance floor. A highly energetic song started to play just as they stepped onto the multicolored, flashing floor.


Oh great. Perfect song choice. This is where I die a second time...


"Well? Show me what you got," He tried to say coolly with a light laugh, masking his reluctance to be on the floor with Isabella.


( IT WAS A BAD POST I KNOW, AHAHAHAHAHAHA IM SORRY LOLOLOL IDK HOW TO RP DANCING @Comet )

 

[Comet]

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Andrew Sea Yang
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Dance Room Bar
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The ghost boy took her hand with a touch as cold as ice and a lightness of air itself. He couldn't help to smile, but he tried his best to play it cool. He was just about to get his ass handed to him in dancing... It could be fun! As he stood up, he caught Ira eyeing him, giving him a giggle and a wink.


So nosy...


"Yeah, show me how to do what you do," he said. 


He walked with Isabella to the dance floor. A highly energetic song started to play just as they stepped onto the multicolored, flashing floor.


Oh great. Perfect song choice. This is where I die a second time...


"Well? Show me what you got," He tried to say coolly with a light laugh, masking his reluctance to be on the floor with Isabella.


( IT WAS A BAD POST I KNOW, AHAHAHAHAHAHA IM SORRY LOLOLOL IDK HOW TO RP DANCING @Comet )

(BABY I DUNNO HOW TO RP DANCING EITHER. WINGING IT.)

She looked at him with a smirk before she started swaying her body in a dancing like motion that went along to the beat of the song. Before long, she got into the song, dancing around in a smooth motion and a smile on her face as she did so. She got lost in the music, forgetting Andrew was there. Feeling the bodies move against hers in their own dancing motion, hers stood out. She wasn't kidding when she said Chimera's loved to dance. 
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(SUCH A SHITTY POST BUT I'M IN SCHOOL RN. @Devious Dilbert)
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[DankWaffles]

((Can I join this RP? I was thinking about having a true alpha werewolf, except he already has his own pack, so no controlling over others))

 

[Malhyanth]

((@DankWaffles Can you message me with your explanation of a "true alpha"? I don't tend to follow the usual traditions for werewolves, so as we have two already in play, I don't want to alllw something that will go against their set ups.))

 

[DankWaffles]

Yeah just give me a sec and I'll be sure to PM you

 

[Malhyanth]

@Kry @Firebright


The werewolf released the vampire with a laugh as his drinks were all set down. Ira looked at him with a sceptical face, and the werewolf took her hand, placing a gentle kiss upon it with a cheeky wink. He sighed, and allowed it. She knew there was no talking to this wolf! He liked to look after all the waifs and strays, and his kindness, in her eyes, often for went his own safety. Ira took her hand and waved him off, and the wolf blew her a kiss, knowing full well she was not impressed with him, but would never say anything.


He picked up his own, and the other's drink. He looked around to see if she was still in her seat by the dance floor, which it seemed she was. He looked sternly at the vampire. "Vell friend, it seems djou still find me as ab'orrent as before. I vill take zhis drink to zhe little lass by zhe dance floor. Djou go on, do vhatever little vampires do zhese days!" He sipped the blood vodka, with a happy little smile upon his lips, his other hand tinging his bone rings against the rim of the glass. "Or, if djou can bear it, join me, and start to socialise in zhis vorld djou now find djourself in." Without another word, the werewolf left the man there, by the bar, and weaved his way through the increasing swell of people, to join the lavender haired fae. He grinned as he set down the second drink for her, and motioned to the seat opposite.


"May I? My friend by zhe bar may vell join us, if 'e knows vhat is good for 'im!" The werewolf laughed, and scratched at his white stubble. He took another sip of his blood vodka, feeling the burn of the alcohol as it flowed into his human body, and the separate burn of the blood, as it travelled to his wolf, and satisfied his hunger, if only for a short time.

 

[Firebright]

Alyssa grinned at the wolf as he join her. She raised an eyebrow, "its about time you joined me" she said. All meekness gone from her voice, she was comfortable with being here now, she could be more herself. "I do hope the Vampy joins us, he seems troubled. Its a shame to see sadness on such a handsome face." She gestured to Bell standing by the bar. Her other hand taking her drink and lifting it to her lips. One side of her dainty mouth quirking up in a smirk revealing a dimple. "That was kind of you to feed him despite his bad attitude earlier." her purple eyes locked on the wolf. @Malhyanth @Kry

 

[Kry]

@Malhyanth @Firebright


When he was released, he dusted himself off with an indignant look directed at the werewolf, and a somewhat, half hearted glare. It wasn't true though, Bell didn't find him abhorrent at all. In fact it was very much the opposite, which was why he wanted so badly to stay away from the wolf. A shiver raced along his spine, and he frowned deeply. That man was inviting him to come along and socialize. Bell definitely did not want to socialize with anyone, and yet he found himself just staring as the wolf walked away.


He was so torn, so conflicted. He knew better, but he couldn't against his desire, and though he had absolutely loathed the noogy, he had liked being that close to the werewolf. Pressed against him, feeling the others warmth and being so enveloped by his scent. All these things, just made Bell's sad expression even sadder, and it made it so much harder to fight against the small amount of common sense he had. The vampire continued to frown, and when he noticed the faerie gesture towards him, he glared at her.


Bell remained standing there by the bar for a bit longer, before finally making his jingling way towards the werewolf and faerie. Hands shoved into his pockets, his head ducked a bit and shoulders slumped, he looked and felt rather defeated. He continued to give in when he knew he shouldn't. Nothing would turn out alright in the end, it generally didn't for him anyway. Once the werewolf sat down at the faerie's table, Bell would plop down next to him, sitting closer than expected to the werewolf. Bell's shoulder nearly brushing against the other, he felt a strange possessiveness rising up, a bit of jealousy.


The vampire tried to shove those feelings away, this wasn't his Red, there was no sense in such emotions right now. He barely knew this creature, just because it was a werewolf, just because that fact alone made it both easier and harder to be around him should not have been bringing up this feeling of jealousy. Though at the same time, Bell did want to watch from the sidelines and see this werewolf enjoy himself. His hands rested in his lap as he sat there, and his eyes were downcast, watching his hands as he tried to sort through everything he was feeling. That expression of wanting to cry never leaving his face.

 

[Firebright]

Alyssa waved at the vampire as he sat down, "Hello Vampy, having a frustrating day today?" She grinned and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. Using extra energy to speak to Bell telepathically, "Nice choice, the Wolf is a good man." She winked at him and looked back to the Werewolf. "You know I'm kind of feeling like dancing, Wolfy" She smirked again her silver freckles flashing in the light.


@Malhyanth @Kry

 

[Devious Dilbert]

( Dropping out of this rp, SORRY @Comet and the rest of you :smile8:  )