Fantasy The Dying World Beneath (IC)

[DergTheDergon]

Fifer had been simply staring at the ceiling for the last few hours, completely still; not that she'd be able to move much anyway, on account of how much it hurt to move ninety percent of her body at the moment. She wanted to be the hell out of this whitewashed, dead-silent room already before she lost her mind completely. Since that wasn't possible for a while yet, she settled for awaiting the next best thing: visitation by the closest thing she had to a family recently; her teammates from the guild. Foremost among them, Gabe, who she couldn't get her mind off of this whole time to save her goddamned life. She had this vivid dream about him last night, during her first real sleep since waking up from her coma. All it was was him kneeling over her while she laid there on the concrete, bleeding out. She remembered the others there too. She couldn't help but feel that it was not a hallucination, but a memory of her last moments of consciousness before waking up in the hospital. But.... Gabe surely didn't care so much as to rush to her side like he did in that dream, right? Her mind and emotions were a mess all centered around him right now. Yet, despite that, she found herself very, very anxious to see him. She honestly didn't know, exactly, what the hell she was going to say to him, but she felt very strongly, deep down, that she had to say something. Something about how she felt towards him, before she pushed her luck far enough to die on the job during the impending mission she was warned about when she was just barely awake enough to comprehend it. That's why she'd put the word out that she wanted to speak to Gabe soon. She was running out of time to express how she felt, she realized that now, and whatever came of it, she felt that she had to act now.

She was taken completely off-guard by the sound of the door opening, her head shooting forward so fast she winced in pain, before her eyes widened. He actually came. She met eyes with him, looking him over with such a mix of emotions that it likely looked as if she was her usual, neutral self on the surface, when in truth she certainly was not.

":Hey..." she responded, her voice weak and hoarse. She paused, then. She hadn't really gotten this far in thinking out what she'd say to him at all, truth be told. After grasping neddily for words for a few moments, she finally had something. It wasn't much, but it was something. "Not gonna lie Gabe; frankly, you look almost like ya got mauled yourself. Past week or so not treating ya well? Shame, you deserve better." Funnily enough, if she knew the reason why he looked so disheveled, namely revolving his life around seeing her for the past week, she wouldn't believe it if the evidence was right there. Regardless, even after such a melancholic comment, she smiled. She was simply glad to be talking to him, in all honesty. She coughed for a few moments, betraying the damage that'd been caused to her lungs by the wolf's powerful paws nearly caving in her chest with all its weight behind them. "Don't worry about me, I'll recover fully. Have a seat, by the way. I can't bite like this." She nodded toward the chair facing her , up against the wall. She chuckled dryly, but it turned into another cough.

"Damn, I forgot how little I've tried to speak this whole time....anyway, you're probably wondering why I brought you here. I... I've had you on my mind a lot lately, honestly. There's something I need to say to you. It'll probably sound crazy to you, but, I just need you to hear me out. Do you promise you won't freak out?" Her tone was more sincere, affectionate and soft than Gabe had ever heard her speak before. She was about to bare her heart, something she never really did at all, and her heart was pounding. She couldn't just go out and say it, much as she wanted to get it over with. She needed reassurance first, though she'd never directly admit it. She bit back her fears of what he'd think, of rejection, just long enough to hear his response and then give her own. She just had to know, after nearly dying, if he could handle knowing that she'd fallen head over heels with him despite how little she'd outwardly showed as much so far. She also had to know, most importantly, if he felt even close to the same way. But it simply didn't feel right to just go out and say it without giving him any sort of warning, hell, giving herself any, of how serious this situation was.

PanOtterPus

 

[Rustic]

It's only after the fight starts between Rollin and the dragoness that they realize just who's still around them. One of the magicians to the right had, apparently, independently of any request from Rollin themself, taken it upon herself to try and blast their opponent into next Tuesday. How they felt about that, they didn't know, but they were sure they didn't prefer what they caught had happened instead - that succubi from had floated down onto the scene to interven. It figured, didn't it? They couldn't say they were surprised to see it, or her specfically, but this irked them all the same. That scene right there, after all, was a representative of this night on a whole: all their failures coming back to bite them in the ass. Not that it really mattered now. They had already backed the losing army in this fight; it seemed all they could do was continue marching. Oh, sure, maybe technically they could turn tail if they really wanted to, and leave these souls to their fate, but really? They'd rather die. Which was why they were more than happy to put their all into their attacking now, despite what they faced. Dying here, dying in custody - it was all the same to them. If death was coming for them, they were going to make damn sure their life had counted for something.

And honestly? That resolution was invigorating. About as invigorating as the fight the dragoness was putting up. They find themselves able to cut glimpses to the scene around, but not for long. The woman was a breath of fresh air, really; someone so savagely dedicated to her cause that she knew how, and bothered to, put her all into it. Their previous opponents had all tried, but few rarely came so close. Even she felt just short of the mark, though, unfortunately. Not that they weren't still impressed by that. It was clear, past the first few attacks, that the two of them were a decently close match, actually. Rollin couldn't even imagine if attempting to attack lethally would even make the difference, in this case. But one thing still seemed clear to them - if she intended to win this, she certainly wasn't going to do with some decently shark stick. Rollin's tail was high, quivering in predatory anticipation. Swords could be useful, but this was a battle between beasts. If she wasn't about to embrace that fact, and snap like a real dragon would when faced with a barking dog, she was going to end up under the same foot as her partner before her.

That's why they couldn't help but bare their teeth in something akin to a smile once she finally had the sense to throw off her weapon. Was it against their interests? Oh, sure. With the battle already too uncertain to predict a winner, and anything that would give this woman advantage could only disadvantage them in turn, and make the mountain they already had to climb to victory that much steeper. But really? That wasn't Rollin's problem. They had been commanded tonight to do their best tonight, and that was what they were already putting forward. And it wasn't like Rollin was just a solider. They were a wolf, first. A wolf with an admitted love of conflict, skill, and stakes. If turn of events didn't get them going, nothing else would. That's why they only threw themselves at her that much harder for it. They could feel the fatigue setting in even in what had been a relatively short bout for them, but that was fine, too. They weren't going for long, they were going hard - and if this woman was going to win, she would have to keep up the same.

That's why her sudden question caught them off-guard, almost causing them to stumble as their claws fail to meet their mark. They backed off a pace in response, but they refuse to falter. Instead, their eyes look into hers for one of the first times since the fight had began, looking almost quizzical despite their lack of humanity. They could see her next attack coming, but instead of using it as an chance to counter, they used the sure dodge to retort. "I'm not exactly the sort they came for for tactical advice," they finally said, their amusement practically dripping from their graveled tone. It struck them so hard mostly for it's unusualness - they liked to think themselves large, ferocious, imposing. The bruiser type, if they were painting in broad strokes. Had she really looked to find some deep philosophical truth from the mouth of a glorified foot solider? ... They liked that about her. She was either that desperate or answers, or keener than they'd imagined. In light of the deft footwork that led her managing to then sink her claws into their forearm, through gritted teeth, they could imagine it being the second one. If it wasn't just dramatic irony.

"You neither, I'd guess," they huffed in admittance, almost seeming to lowly growling through the sudden shocks of pain. But... shit. Maybe they hadn't realized it through their fervency, but they were starting to get sloppy in the fatigue. Being pumped up didn't mean they weren't immune to making dumb fucking mistakes, apparently. Hurting their forearm so bad it was hard keep moving like they had was high on the list of the dumbest. But, through quick, strategic glimpses around, they could tell they weren't quite done yet. Not everyone who was going was gone just yet; some were still desperately trying to shake off the combatants around them, who had clearly been emboldened by the turning tide. That wasn't exactly ideal, but it was better than the scraps they had been getting all nights. It at least meant they only had to hold it out a little longer here. Their manic lust for battle dials down a little more as she comes in again, shifting to something a little tactical. It doesn't show so much in the demeanor, but little things change - their ears flatten just slightly, their exposed teeth became a little less un-so. Maybe it was them who had made the miscalculation, here. They had a reason not to fall here. It looked time they started acting like it.

"Luckily for us, it isn't exactly magical theory." Their wording and tone still seemed as irreverent and confident as ever, but it's seriousness is more than enough to concede something they themself knew was pointless to try and hide. They were getting serious. They weren't so much amused anymore - no, they generally weren't the sort who reveled in games through words. These were purposeful. That didn't mean they'd stopped their attacks - that was clear from their immediate swipe for Xaira as soon as they'd finished speaking - but something had changed. They weren't as bold anymore, and more of their movements were becoming dodges rather than retaliation. They were getting slower.

"The MPA? Didn't want us seen." They take a moment, even if it's not ideal, to look over the crowd around them - curiously, but also, demonstratively. Most who weren't budging had their attention toward the two of them, one way or another. "But what was going on tonight? What's we're doing here now?" Their eyes slit at the thought, and their pupils turned back toward Xaira's. And they afford themselves one last snide curling of their mouth from their teeth - an honest to god grin. "Everyone's watching."

Being close enough to the action, Naomi heard the words leave the wolf's throat with wide eyes. Surprising even her, though, the words themselves were not the only thing that were causing it. As Xaira had fought, so to had Naomi - and the fight between herself and the female magician she had engaged had been just as tense. Naomi was nowhere near the skill of her combat professional of a partner, but neither was her opponent, it had thankfully seemed. Her magical ability had looked to be something fierce, but her combat experience had left something to be desired. Naomi had been winning a bit more handily, knowing any sort of technique at all, but before she had been able to deliver what she'd hoped would be a finishing blow, something unexpected had occurred. The woman, who had before been seemed intent to see this battle to it's bitter end, had suddenly... run off. Without warning. Just like that. Not just her either, apparently. A multitude were fleeing. Had they all seen or heard something she didn't? It hardly mattered. She flew forth without thought, determined to catch her fleeing opponent before she made her escape.

The sudden change in activity, while a welcome sight, did not change much for Rollin. If all the kids weren't on the bus, they weren't driving off just yet. But one thing was for certain - the doors were going to need to start closing now if they didn't want to get left behind themselves. And they had already realized something: their window of opportunity had passed to try and outrun an air-aligned dragon. Even with the state they were both in, they were sure this woman was going to smoke them if they even dared try it. All they had left was the hope they could end things right then and there. The odds give them no joy, but their ears flattened, their mouth curled back into a snarl. And with one last, take-all attack, they finally lunged forward onto her to end this, once and for all.

DergTheDergon

 

[Halexia]

had Tyra not heard Orthrus' voice she would have assumed he was another attacker, but saying that she was glad to have heard his voice, up until that point she assumed something terrible had happened to him but now she knew he was safe and... huge "I can handle them" she said with a smirk, now feeling that bit more confident and safe, with this huge beast fighting with her the P.O.W would have to be mad to attack, and they were as they still came, one of which received a cheap cremation curtesy of her new friend "handy little trick you have there" she chuckled "I thought I was impressive being a wolf but you... you are something else" she was still fighting as more attackers appeared out of the woodwork "so how the hell do you manage to shift from average humanoid size to roughly the size of a mansion... that must hurt?" Tyra knew this was hardly the time for getting to know each other a little better, but if not now then when? Heaven only knew if they would make it out of this alive

PanOtterPus

 

[Verdas]

Pride swelled up inside of Caroline as her throw hit it's mark, for once. Her aim was, as she herself once said, spot on (if, of course, the targets were random objects around the supernatural). At the sight of the grenade, however, her attention instantly shifted to covering up her ears in anticipation for the explosion, though there was none to speak of. The werewolf began to leak blood like a punctured water balloon, much to her amazement. It was absolutely gorgeous in her eyes, if one ignored the fact that it's pelt might no longer be usable for a coat. Gabriel certainly lived up to his reputation, causing her to briefly wonder if he ever accidentally shot people in the eye.

While Chase ran off to the dead or unconscious body of Fifer, she remained behind, making a rather pathetic attempt to retrieve her sharp stuff, which were now hidden under the weight of the dead werewolves. If she couldn't get them back now, she was sure the organisation would give them back to her later. She made a very clear point not to look at her fellow SMG-wielding hunter, trying desperately to ignore the fact that she was saved not once, but perhaps twice, by the two-face. "I don't owe her anything. Besides, more money (and attention) for me if she dies..." She thought, and smiled, even though her bullshit sensors were going through the roof at over (sixty) nine thousand.

Needless to say, many not unsimilar excuses were made when she ripped the eyes out of an incredibly hard individual during an intense session of consensual stabbing, thrusting, and smashing some time ago. But that wasn't important right now. Stealing a glance at Fifer as she was carried away whilst showing rather extreme symptoms of 'tis but a scratch,' as well as at the sharpshooter who dealt the final blow.

Normally, she'd be bursting with joy at the opportunity, but after seeing how devastated Chase seemed to be by all of this, she felt like comforting him. He did save her life, after all, and unlike the nonexistent debts to Fifer which she wouldn't be paying any time soon, her debt to him definitely counted. Instead of taking the shotgun, she instead sat in the passenger seat next to her fellow sharp stuff enthusiast, though she wasn't quite sure what to do in this situation. Despite being a popular farming tool, she didn't have much expertise when it came to things like this, as she preferred to do 'quick things,' and never got serious. Still, she tried her best to make small and short talk along the way.

Being as wet as she was, the seat would likely never look, nor smell, the same again. Blood was always a problem, after all. After arriving back 'home,' she gave them a cheery farewell and, after much deliberation, decided against hugging them to make them feel better about Burny's condition. If anything, they would simply feel that much worse with yet more permanent red stains on their clothes. Making her way to her room, she was greeted by an assortment of eyes, each floating around in their own, special jars, as well as a variety of other such trophies. Taking off the now unusable clothes and tossing them haphazardly on the floor, she stretched and let the eyes get their fill of candy, as she always did. It was going to be a long week, and she would not go through it alone. Her precious collection would make sure of that.

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Needless to say, the following days were indeed long and hard. Not to meantion, it was mindnumbingly dull now that she could not take on missions, so she compensated by keeping her sharp stuff sharp. They needed to be oiled every now and then, as without proper lubrication, they could not smoothly go in and out of their respective sheathes, though that wasn't to say all of them had one. Sharpen, oil, polish, repeat.

Eventually, she got bored of this cycle, and started to play with herself in the guild bar, as no one was willing to play pool with her (she sucked, so she decided to swallow her pride and deal with it). Playing with balls and poles has always been a hobby of hers, though even that eventually got old. Afterwards, she practically binge watched entire seasons of Planet Derg, Derg Rush, and Dergon Is the New Derg. She joined the Hunter's organisation to have fun, not lollygag like some genocidal maniac who shouts about stolen sweetrolls all the time.

Just as she was about to resort to playing hating sims, she heard the wonderful sound of her phone buzzing. It was an email, and it's contents lit up her mood like that one dragon lit up Fifer's face. She was upset that she couldn't get or keep any trophies from the hybrid werewolf, but was happy to get back into action again. As she read over the part about Burny, she subconsciously let out a sigh of relief, and smiled warmly. Even if she got on her nerves, at least she could continue to roast her whenever she wanted.

It was not long before she got a call, and she answered happily upon seeing who it was. Chase, the local acrobat and chef, certainly seemed to be doing better than the last time she saw him, if his obvious excitement was anything to go on. "Hey, Chase! Yeah, I read it. It's good to be back in action." She replied enthusiastically, though perhaps not enough to match the caller's. "I'm on my way to the kitchen, and I would very much like to do something too. I mean, err, in other words, I'm on my way. There, that is." She practically purred, before realising who she was on the phone with and made a hasty 'save.' Making a mental note to be extra careful around Chase, she quickly headed over to the kitchen. It wasn't long before she arrived, and she gave her fellow hunter a little wave. "Yo." She greeted him, looking over the cooking utensils and other things she had no idea of. She could cook a (literal) killer meal, with added tentacles and goop. But that wasn't important right now.

DergTheDergon Rustic PanOtterPus

 

[DergTheDergon]

It was clear that the fight was reaching its end. Who’d come out on top? It was impossible to predict. Never before had Xaira faced a foe so impeccably on par with her. It was clear they were both giving their all, yet unlike every fight she’s fought before this one, they both were also just as bad off physically as the other, and seemed to share an uncanny approach to battle as well. It was astounding the differences that they shared, and Xaira found herself wondering, for a second, that if they weren’t so against the Gala themselves, she might’ve been great friends with them. Something more, even. However, the thought was curshed in the next moment by thoughts of Naomi, the woman who she’d fallen head over heels for in less than one hour over just one deep conversation. If that talk, that kiss, and the eyes Naomi had been giving Xaira were signs of how their future was going to go, it seemed so bright that Xaira couldn’t see herself with anyone else, truth be told. What’s more, what she was doing right now, in her opinion, was protecting her future with Naomi, and the future of all of the other couples that had met in this place on that night. This centered her, fueled her continued assault despite her arms and legs practically screaming at her to stop.


Her words showed this conviction as she hoped to glean answer. However, she certainly didn’t expect the wolf to falter as they did, seemingly caught very off guard by her words. Of course, they were still able to dodge as they noticed the attack just in time; a shame, as Xaira had been more than prepared for this fight to end for a few minutes now. However, that sentiment changed slightly as they began to speak in a rather goading tone. Despite her annoyance at that, the first words out of the wolf’s mouth still made her chuckle again. “I can see that, all brawn no brains n’ all that,” she retorted, only to be taken down a peg as they let her know with their next words that they could practically read her like a book.


However, Xaira then noticed something that made it seem as though the tide had actually turned noticeably in her own favor. Namely, the way the glorified guard dog before her was holding one of their arms as if it was injured; she’d certainly been busted up enough times herself to learn the signs of most injuries one could gain in a close-quarters fight like this. A smirk spread overh er face as she noticed this, going in for another punch before they continued, unexpectedly, to answer her question in a more complete way than they had. Ensuring that she didn’t throw all she had at him until he finished, she listened to what they had to say… though, admittedly, thier words caused a frown to deepen on her face with every syllable he spoke, her facial scale patches visibly scrunching up alongside her eyebrows as he revealed this as, essentially, a publicity stunt. The wolf themselves had said they weren’t the mind behind the plan by any means, however, that didn’t matter to Xaira. They were speaking for all thier people as well as themselves, far as she was concerned. Besides, she had a suspicion that he wasn’t joking around at all; that they really were doing this for attention. The words both surprised and infuriated her in just about equal amounts (though the anger, admittedly, may have been quite a bit stronger at the time.


“You people disgust me, if you’re really causing all this pain and fear just to be heard.” Those words were met, expectedly, not with a retort from the clear being-of-few words wolf she was fighting, but with a lunge clearly meant to knock her out of the game once and for all. She hadn’t the time to dodge the incoming onslaught. At the very last second before the first struck her right in the center of the abdomen (the blow likely about to cause the consciousness to leap out of her body like a metaphorical exorcised spirit). She put up a rigid guard stance, readying her foot to kick swiftly upwards simultaneously. The blow hit like a gods-damned behemoth’s stomp, quite frankly, pushing Xaira back several feet as she grunted with the pain of the impact, the woman pushing her crossed arms forward with all her might, barely cushioning the blow just enough to prevent it from knocking her lights out. She felt faint, however, so she felt a need to end it quickly. The momentshe could, she picked up the momentum it had lost by lunging forward with a hard kick towards the abdomen to bend them over, and a subsequent two-fist slam aimed just between their shoulder blades once they were where she wanted them. Somehow, she’d won, just barely. She had a feeling she was about to lose consciousness, though.


Ignoring the now-unconscious Rollin lying beside her upon the ground for a moment, Xaira noticed that Naomi wasn’t fighting close to her and the wolf as she was moments before, and frantically scanned the crowd. First, she noticed nothing besides fleeing P.O.W members that seemed to make up the remainder of their forces, the lot of them realizing Rollin’s defeat, which was a good thing. However, it didn’t ease Xaira’s worry about her new girlfriend; she was not about to lose Naomi so soon after thier rudely interrupted first date, dammit.

Thankfully, Xaira was just barely able to stop her before she chased some P.O.W. members right out the door, the sight causing Xaira to smile a little, for three reasons. Firstly, Naomi was safe; secondly, it was endearing and pride-inducing to see her mirroring her draconic partner’s enthusiasm and conviction. Thirdly, this scene encompassed a perfect view of Naomi’s behind, as shapely and beautiful as the rest of her, which Xaira hadn’t seen much of yet.

“Naomiiii! They’re giving up, let ‘em!” She called out weakly, coughing a bit and holding her side. Damn, that fight could’ve gone either way. In fact, Xaira admitted in her mind that this fight was, for all intents and purposes, almost a draw when she found herself slumping down against the back of a nearby chair, her consciousness fading by the second. It was gone by the time Naomi would be able to reach her.

Finally, after the other fighting Gala attendees fought off the stragglers, there was peace again. Throngs of people left the place at once, understandably, while some stayed to help the injured and get the place cleaned up. Another druid, seeing Yseri all conked out, rushed over to help her, looking to Vesuria after she cast a spell.”I saw you guarding our leader, noble Vorux. Thank you very much for keeping her safe . I wish the two of you luck with your... possible future together. Good news, she will be awake in a few minute,sright as rain.” Beaming at Vesuria, she then went about trying to heal others.

Yseri woke about three minutes later as the woman said she would. The first thing she saw, likely, was Vesuria, and she smiled. “Did it work? Did… we win?” She asked weakly. “You protected me, didn’t you? Thank you, Vesuria…” her eyes were filled with affection.

All around, people were recovering as best they could from the attack, as a multitude of guards chased after the hordes of P.OW. to hopefully make a few arrests. The whole situation was still a mess, but everyone was making the best of it that they could.

Rustic PanOtterPus Halexia Pinconious Verdas

 

[Rustic]

Naomi had been deathly serious about seeing this shameless fiend of a woman seeing some sort of justice... before she heard Xaira's call. It froze her, just long enough for her former opponent to slip out of sight, to her escape, presumably. For a moment, she's heartbroken to see it, but the first thing she recognizes about Xaira's tone is that it's lighthearted. Silly. Without really thinking about it, it caused her to sigh. But not in an irritable way. Maybe it was true, that she had pursued this a little too fervently. Or maybe it was true Xaira wasn't treating the issue seriously enough? Still, she knew what it meant that her partner had time to call for her. She turned to look over at her with a wide, silly grin, just filled with relief that this grim business was finally over. Or, she was going to, until she saw the condition the woman was in. She blinked in disbelief for a moment before finally coming to her senses.

"Xaira!" she called out. She immediately darted toward her partner's side. She recognized, about halfway, that she probably would not make it, but she continued at full speed just the same, nearly knocking the table she was slouched beside in the process. Sure enough, the dragoness's eyes had closed by the time she had come to kneel by her side, but at the very least, Naomi managed to catch her before the rest of her body fell onto the floor surrounding. And there she found herself: sitting on her legs, holding her now unconscious new girlfriend in her arms. It was... funny, almost. How they'd managed to get here - how badly Xaira had managed to mess herself up, but still managed to come out on top of this rogue agent, and how the two of them had ended up like this, of all eventualities. Naomi held her mouth for a moment with her free arm, not really sure now if she should be laughing or crying about it all. Still, she kept a firm hold of herself, and realized what probably needed to be done.

"Some help, would be appreciated," she called out meekly, looking around. She did not speak up, as she knew she likely would not have to. The remnants of the onlookers from before - those who were aligned with the dating program, anyway - all perked up at her sudden request and looked among themselves. She knew that someone among the crowd was likely to be of some magical healing expertise, and if not, someone would surely move to find someone who was. Sure enough, some of the people around start to come to motion - whether or not to come to help, she wasn't sure. She could only look back to Xaira, still in disbelief of everything that had taken place. Where she was kneeling, she took one of Xaira's hands into her own and a deep breath. Her partner looked like she'd be okay. Naomi reminded herself that as she waited by her side. She still couldn't help but worry, but... Xaira would probably be okay. That was probably why she couldn't help herself from smiling. It was just so relieved. She was just so... incredible. In sort of cheesy terms, it was comforting to see such a wonderful person like Xaira still managing to do so well, even despite what she'd been through. And, well, it was also... sexy, frankly? Yes, admittedly, her fierce show of strength had also been that.

Despite herself, she had to suppress a small, awkward blush as someone finally came to their side, a gnome man who seemed a little diffident to be approaching. He delicately knelt down beside Naomi and gave a small, polite nod.

"We, um, apologize, for the wait," he said quietly, looking regretfully over to Naomi. She could only give a nod in turn, not having been too worried about it. It hadn't been very long; not really. She could imagine there were probably other combatants here in bad shape, so she actually found the man's response time rather perplexingly quick. Maybe it had simply come down to an acknowledgement on the crew of the Gala's efforts of Xaira's contribution? She supposed it didn't matter, but she took a quick glance away warily all the same, curious of how the efforts were going. When she looked back, she saw the man glancing rather nervously to the wolf on Xaira's other side, as if only realizing it were here.

"Oh, uhm - should I notify someone?" he asked, his fingers seeming to flex involuntarily a bit, as if wanting to reach out and quickly check the other former combatant's condition. Naomi pursued her lips.

"The authorities," she answered, frankly.

The man stopped in his tracks, and blinked at the rather unexpected and guarded response, but he quickly seemed to get the picture. "R-right," he said, quickly snapping back to his previous task. It occurred to her she may have been a little harsh, but well... deservedly so, probably. She really did not even want to consider the wolf laying there. They had done enough damage tonight. She only wanted to bother with looking at them to only make sure they were still there; to make sure that they would be seen by someone who could deal with them properly. Her eyes lingered for a moment on them uneasily, though, before turning back to Xaira, feeling a little lessened by the experience. At the very least, she took comfort in the fact this had not ended poorly. She could look at her partner now and know things had turned out okay.

"Here I thought you'd be taking me home," she whispered jokingly, pushing back some of her own hair a little sheepishly. The man beside her seemed to hear, as his face lightened up a bit, probably amused to have heard such a thing, but it quickly became blank and focused again as he went about his business. Naomi was a little happy she'd made what looked to be a very nervous stranger a little more comfortable, if even for a moment, but it was a little lost at the moment in her focus on Xaira. How much would this help with the wound that'd been sustained? Would she see regained consciousness? She was not very familiar at all with what magic of this nature was capable of nowadays, but it was now she found herself cursing that she wished she'd studied up. All she could do was wait, and hope, and wonder this would work, and lightly squeeze her partner's hand in anticipation of some news.

DergTheDergon


Chase was over the moon to hear Caroline's voice in reply. Granted, he had already been over the moon, and anyone's voice probably would have satisfied him at that moment, but nonetheless, he took her innuendo-laden confirmation in stride. And at face value. He nodded as she spoke, even knowing that nobody could see him, and beamed once she'd told him she was coming down. "Aw, cool!" he chirped, the soft clanking of dishes prominent in the background as he finished up pouring them together. "I'll watch out for you, then!" He smiled excitedly, and then, after realizing it would probably be better just to wait for her to arrive, finally ended the call and placed the phone down as patiently as he could. Which, even with how much he'd suddenly made himself busy with, was not especially patient. He started to set his mind to other things he needed to do, but all the while, while he moved sporadically between his workload, he couldn't help but make short walks to peak around the corner, to see if she would be arriving soon. Luckily for him, it really doesn't take too long - on his third time around, as he's crouched down to check how the new mixer's handling the work, he saw her appear from the corner of his eye.

"Heya! How've yo-" he immediately started to respond. However, his jovial greeting was promptly cut a little short by the splattering of said mixer's work onto his face. Not a lot managed to free itself from the bowl, but as he stood up a little, the white mixture was rather noticeable. However, it doesn't actually bother him any. Really, he figured it would be an excellent opportunity to grab a taste of what'd he'd made. He reached a finger up to cheek and rubbed it off to grab a taste. Once he'd gotten a good lick of it off his finger, he seemed a bit ambivalent to whatever it was, but after a moment, he grimaced.

"It's salty..." he moaned quietly. Of course it was. That was the last time he took cooking substitution advice from 'alternative living' websites. He shook his head in disappointment, and without bothering with it further, relieved the mixer of the bowl, and set it away onto a far corner of the counter he was working with. That business settled, he grabbed a hand towel from a pile he had sitting nearby and smiled, continuing his chatter as he wiped off his face.

"How've you been?" he finally finished. He put the cloth back down onto the table, and made a sweeping motion to the rest of the kitchen before he started to move back around to something else that needed to be done. "Don't mind the mess - just getting stuff ready for later!"

Before he actually went through the motions of getting anything else started, though, he stared with a blank, pleasant expression for a moment before actually starting a bit, seeming to suddenly understand the situation a little better. "Oh right!" he said simply, bringing a hand to his chin pensively. "Gabriel didn't answer." Two clicks, he'd realized. Two clicks probably happened when two people answered. He'd never done a call with more than two people before, but he had just kind of assumed before that the sound of someone picking up meant that everyone had answered. Ah, oh well. He threw his hand back down to his side. "That's fine!" he chirped, unbothered. "I did really want to get to know you better."

He hummed, seemingly suddenly rather taken with the idea, and glided over quickly to the sink, almost elegantly. "I can finish up for now, then, I guess," he offered, ready to start washing his hands in the sink. "Unless you're interested in this?" He supposed he was under no strict deadline now if Gabriel was going to be late, anyway, but even more than that, he liked her. He guessed? He wasn't exactly sure, but he was pretty sure he liked her? It was kind of complicated - he still didn't know a lot about her, and he was technically still supposed to be watching her maybe - but after what had happened in the wolf man fight and the really cool stuff they'd done together, he kind of considered her a friend! And he should probably let her do what she wanted to do, since he'd been the one who asked her out and everything.

...Wait. The idea that he'd asked her out ran through his head again. Did that phrasing meant it counted as like, a date? Did it count as a date when the other person you'd planned on asking wasn't answering your calls? What even constituted a date?? He suddenly looked a little more out of it than usual as he suddenly started wondering about semantics, of all things, in his head.

Verdas

 

[DergTheDergon]

As Xaira lost consciousness, The crimson-haired, jade-speckled dragoness smiled as she heard Naomi’s lovely voice calling out to her, its owner all but sprinting towards her. She knew she’d be safe with her. After all, Naomi was clearly quite the kind soul, judging by only the rather small amount of interaction that had occurred between the two this very evening. Xaira prided herself in her ability to read individuals, and she could tell Naomi was intrinsically and very genuinely a pure soul despite her race’s reputation. Xaira closed her eyes, her smile deepening as she felt Naomi’s soft arms wrap gently about her body; this was the last thing she perceived of the waking world before she temporarily lost all connection with it.

The gnomish healer took a deep breath, and focused upon his work to heal the dragoness lying by Naomi’s side. Firstly, he applied a salve to the nasty wound on Xaira’s chest, frown with deep empathy at her injuries, a sad look in his eyes. Then, that sad look morphed into one of deep determination as he then put his supplies away in the small knapsack he carried with him and raised his hands, palms downward, a couple of inches above the most wounded area of Xaira’s unconscious form, the area just below her chest where Rollin had broken a few of her ribs. Closing his eyes, the slight young gnome chanted, and Naomi would see his ddemeanor utterly change as a warm golden light came from from his plams, washing over Xaira. His face held a calm smile, his worried expression gone. His body was relaxed, his posture open as if welcoming all into his arms; he was no longer shaking. Healing seemed to bring out a side of him he could not manage to bring out at any other time; an expression of only the best parts of him.

After a few moments, Naomi would see Xaira’s wounds closing, even her ribs mending underneath, the gnome smiling as he felt his efforts working as intended. “Healing others… heals my soul,” he explained. “I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I only feel like myself when I’m saving lives like this.” His words and tone of voice as he said this, his eyes still closed as he continued to focus intently on his goal.

A few minutes later, which might’ve felt like hours to Naomi and certainly did to the clearly now-exhausted gnomish healer, Xaira was left with some barely noticable scrapes and bruises. Opening his eyes, he smile,d seeming tired but very content indeed. “She should wake soon, probably in a few hours- ah, wait..” he looked closely as she noticed Xaira’s eyelids and nose twtiching slightly, her head moving. Then, her eyelids began to ease open. The gnomish man ‘s smile grew even wider. “Wow… she’s quite the hardy one,” he said, with a chuckle. “Looks like you found a keeper,” he jokingly told the Lilin. “I’ll leave you two be. A-and, ah, I will tell the authorities about, umm, that one, of course,” he said, pointing at the unconscious wolf-being almost like a scared child towards some large creepy-crawly. He then skittered off in a nervous fashion, the calm that healing Xaira caused him seeming to wear off already.

When Xaira’s eyes opened, the first thing she saw was, more than likely, Naomi’s face staring into hers. At first, the dragoness’s eyes were confused, unfocused, as if trying to piece together what the hell happened. Then, clearly, since her eyes widened the very next moment, the memories of the last few hours came flooding back in. She stared at Naomi for a moment, nearly expressionless as she woke, before she smiled. “Guess they’re gone now, huh?” Xaira said. “Gods, legs still feel like lead. That was definitely the best fight I had in years… speaking of that, though, sorry for interrupting your own fight. I was just afraid you’d chase them so far away from here that they’d get wise and gang up on you… an unwarranted fear, probably...” She reached up and cupped Naomi’s cheek gently, her hand movements weak and limp. Clearly, although awake now, she clearly needed some rest still.

Made aware that there was more in her surroundings than Naomi by the sound of nearby chatter and moving feet, Xaira looked up to see a handful of guards wrestling with the unconscious Rollin. “Hey,” she called out weakly. “When you interrogate them, ask if that ego of theirs hurts as much as their body right now.” This quip descended into a coughing fit for a few moments, and the guards shook their head at her while carrying Rollin away. “I hope he gets locked up for a looong time… him and all the rest…” Xaira sighed, then looked back up towards Naomi. “Don’t worry about me… I’ll be fine with some rest. You might have to carry me to your place for a bit if it’s no trouble, ‘cause honestly, I’m not sure how long I’ll stay awake. Before I pass out again though…” Xaira smirked, and leaned upwards slowly, tilting her head and closing her eyes. She kissed Naomi deeply, passionately, and until she needed breath unlike last time, absolutely letting go. Right now, she honestly couldn’t care less that there were people watching, since she just fell even more for the Lilin holding her. She then sat herself upright and leaned against Naomi’s chest, her eyes drooping as she fell asleep slowly, a warm, loving smile on her face.
Rustic

 

[Verdas]

Visuria's vines were raised aggressively at the sight of the approaching druid, before she realised they were not one of the 'masked baddies' (a name she came up with on the fly... trap). It hard work, strangling and chomping on masked baddies, so it was good news indeed to hear that Yseri would be 'right as rain.' She had never heard the term, but assume it was a good thing. The vorux had many idioms and sayings themselves, including, but not limited to; 'harder than a morningwood,' and, 'hungry for apples.' The no-longer-all-that-innocent-thanks-to-a-perverted-faun plant girl pondered the many sayings of her kind while she waited for her deer faun to awaken.

As the druid had said, Yseri soon regained consciousness, causing her to smile in a way that even Bruce would approve. She sure was smiling a lot today. Happiness overflowed in her like vorux tree sap in a flytrap's gullet, and she found herself hugging the faun on impulse. The triggers hairs on her venus flytrap were most certainly activated at this point, requiring only one more trigger for it to clamp shut on it's fortunate prey.

It was only when she tried to incorporate her vines into the hug that she realised the shape they were in. Needless to say, it wasn't good. Bruises, scratches, and more decorated them like christmas lights. Fortunately, there were many healers on hand who could most likely fix her up, but it more importantly, it reminded her the unusual things Yseri had said whilst unconscious. "U-um... W-wood you l-like me to i-insert my v-vine in your, erm, venus f-flytrap now?" She asked, with a little grin to go along with it. She was more than happy to carry out the faun's requests, no matter how strange they might be. Besides, it was about time she learned why the 'venus' was in venus flytrap.

DergTheDergon

 

[PanOtterPus]

Gabe gave an awkward, small wave at her hey. She sounded kind of rough, but what did he expect? He let out a private sigh of relief, happy to see her awake as the email had said she would be. He hadn't let himself believe it until Not sure how to answer her question, he opted for the truth. "Glad to see you too." He gave out a weak laugh. "Well, I've had better weeks. They wouldn't let anyone in to see you, and the benches in the waiting rooms don't make for very comfortable beds." He said all this as he made his way and sat in the bedside chair, eager to take up her offer in his exhausted state.

He slumped into the seat, happy to be resting his legs again, and noticed all the flowers he had bought Fifer sitting on the windowsill. Gabe had assumed the nurses would forget to bring them up for him, though apparently they took pity on the tired, worried man and stayed true to their promise to see that each petal arrived here safely. However, he couldn't help the small blush that crept onto his cheeks as he realised he may have gone overboard. Hopefully she'd assume they had come from someone else. Perhaps a concerned boyfriend... though he couldn't be that concerned since Gabe hadn't seen anyone else attempt to visit that he hadn't recognised. 'The fuck?' He gave himself a mental shake, blaming these random thoughts on his lack of sleep.

Gabe chuckled at her rough voice, but Fifer sounded serious, even for her, and Gabe found himself once more unsure of what was about to happen. He didn't like not being in the know. His whole career revolved around him having all the information necessary, so this was all new to him. He shifted in his seat. "Well, I kinda figured you didn't ask me here to chat about my sleeping habits. Crazy would make my week much more interesting." He jokingly placed a hand over his heart. "I swear it on my honour that I wont freak out. Trust me, it'd take a lot in my current state."

DergTheDergon

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Orthrus gave a proud nod at her determination. He had no doubt Tyra could handle herself. He just felt better being here to help, with the P.O.W members trying to use sheer numbers to overwhelm them. They fought side by side, giving as good as they got. Orthrus gave a chuckle at her approval of his ... unique execution of the wolf. "Comes in handy."

Watching her fight, Orthrus was more and more impressed with Tyra. She was a strong woman, pulling power from her unusual DNA. "Oh, you're plenty impressive." He spun to give her a dark grin with one of his two heads, as the other chewed on the arm of a vampire. "Practise. One of the perks of a Hound of Hell. The pain only makes it more interesting - you learn to feed from it." In truth, it was excruciating, but having been doing the shift for centuries, Orthrus didn't really notice it anymore. It still hurt, sure, but he had taught himself to ignore the pain, even use it to feed his anger and power.

Halexia

 

[Rustic]

Naomi could only watch stiffly as the gnomish man by her side did his work. She figured she felt much of the same highs and lows he did as he looked to help as much as he could - his sadness in seeing the extent of her injury, and his determination in seeing her fully healed. But there is an emotion he feels next that stays unique to him. As he committed to his magic, poured his being into preforming what miraculous acts he could, something obviously washed over him that she hadn't expected. An apparent euphoria. In relation to injuries, she had only read brief excerpts of the effects of healing magic, mostly in cold, clinical terms regarding it's raw potential or lack thereof. She had never expected, in person, to see something amounting to this - such a raw, beautiful display of such an altruistic talent. It's enough to make her blissful too, a soft, deep wave of comfort suddenly falling over her like a thick blanket. As he commented contentedly about his dedication, her gaze softened as her heart did. Her hands were still clasped together thoughtfully, but now, they were utterly relaxed. Just like the two people around her were, she now felt much better off for the experience, even as it began to come to it's end.

That does not mean she is unnecessarily hopeful for the news that the man has for her when he next came to speak, but, like his did as well, her eyes widened slightly at her partner's sudden stirring. But after a moment, she actually relaxed again. She already knew Xaira was a strong woman, but with each passing moment, the woman seemed to find new ways to impress, even without conscious effort. The man at her side seemed to feel similarly, as his voice conveyed almost the same level of awe as she quietly felt. Something small seemed to hop in Naomi's chest at that; a discreet, joyous feeling at their shared amazement. Pride. She couldn't place why; it seemed erroneous, mislaid, at first. But as she started to see her eyes flutter open, heard her gnomish companion's offhand comment, she grew more content in it. He'd been right. She had found a keeper. And to think, for even a fleeting moment in time, for even a fraction of her life, that she could say she'd entertained the company of someone so singularly bold, so abundantly fascinating... it only made that feeling bloom. And for once, it even sat comfortably, like she had somehow been the one healed of something.

She was so caught up in it, in fact, that she nearly missed the departure of the young man who had been of such help. She did not, however, let him go unnoticed; when he rose to his feet, she suddenly but quietly came to attention and continued to gently smile. She couldn't really repay him with anything more than her gratitude at this very moment, but she hoped it would be of some worth to him. She wanted to vocalize it as well, to offer as much as she could, but... well, frankly, she almost felt like, if she tried to now, she would maybe start to blubber and trip over words she couldn't find. Nobody wanted that; even if the man found such unfiltered displays of sincerity to be charming, she herself could not abide in a world where she was the only lilin so unfortunate to have such a lack of command over her own image. More so than she'd already proven herself to be, anyway. Instead, she silently but with dignity nodded to his parting words, and offered a small prayer that the rest of his night should not be so taxing on him as his small encounter here had seemed to be.

As he left, she then turned her attention back to Xaira, and apparently not a moment too soon. She finally seemed to be coming awake: her glazed eyes were finally coming back to focus, her mouth opening to speak. She finally let go of her grip on the other woman's hand at this - to let her move again at her own discretion, to reposition herself how she pleased. At her opening question, she only continued this motion, giving a deep nod as she slowly let her grip on Xaira go entirely, slowly moving her arms back to her sides and her hands politely into her lap. She only looked attentively as the dragoness spoke, but as she started to casually go on, her passively comfortable smile turned again into a uncontrollable, unstable grin. She reached a hand up to her face to try and control herself a little better. She couldn't help it; as much as she wanted to look undividedly heedful and supportive, her bubbly delight at seeing Xaira going about her business so casually after what had happened was almost uncontainable. After the initial wave of relief passed over her, thankfully, it became more manageable, and she finally settled in to herself again once Xaira had finished speaking.

"No," she started evenly, her chest noticeably rising as she took as she took an inaudible, tone-setting breath. "I think that's fair. I can get rather... passionate." She at least managed to get through her sentence without issue, but as she paused to find a word to adequately describe her temperament, she landed, quite intentionally, on one of the few that could also imply something untoward, which only served to break her hard-earned composure again. Her grin only reappeared on her face, and this time, she really had no proper recourse for it. She looked away, holding an arm to her face again.

Despite the odds, she managed to utter out, "Thank you." Obviously sincerely, even if it seemed she could only just barely get it out over her embarrassment and joy. Once she felt a hand delicately reach up to cup her unhidden cheek though, she could finally pause, and through that, she found the will to settle back down. She set her arm back to her side, and reluctantly looked back, only to find peace in Xaira's beautiful and calm emerald eyes.

It is only momentary in the wake of the sounds approaching them, a path, than a clatter, of footsteps. As she looked over, she realized it was a group of two or three guards, gathering around the unconscious body of the fallen wolf in order to haul it off. It is, otherwise, not something she would've wanted to pay much mind to, but apparently her partner had some choice words for the unconscious ruffian. It was not for lack of imagination that Naomi had nothing to add. Rather, like earlier, it was simply a matter of composure, and she did manage to look quite put together as she stoically watched that person disappear. Still, it's only temporary in the wake of Xaira's coughing laughter, which Naomi could only help but get in on, too, happy only in seeing her so untroubled and silly. She only stopped as she heard the assurance that came next.

"I'll do my best," Naomi assured in turn. Though, he confidence faltered a bit after a moment, a slightly sheepish look appearing. "You, um, may still have to work with me, however," she admitted. "Even my best isn't so suited for heavy lifting." She rubbed the back of her head gingerly at that, feeling a little bad that, at this time, she couldn't do more. "If you start to feel faint again, I might as well." Well, that part was self-evidently a joke, but her voice and her face hinted at some actual worry behind her eyes regarding what she might actually do in such a situation. Regardless, she isn't compelled to really dwell on it much, as it's something she is, realistically, prepared to have to deal with, should it come to that. In opposition to that distant prospect, she was going to use the much preferred solution to also add in some levity. She relaxed.

"Fortunately, I am an expert keeping people awake all night," she claimed with a sly wink. She even said as much in a rather matter-of-fact voice, as if this was somehow news to either of them. "I specialize in deep, hard-" She spoke neutrally, but obviously drew out her words as sultry as she could muster, to boot even just slightly momentarily pausing to lick her lips, "-philosophical-" to do the biggest stretch the word 'philosophical' had likely ever seen, "-questions."

She finished speaking like she'd just finished the biggest speech of her life, pausing to let everything she said sink in as if it had been of vital importance. Then, she slowly pulled her companion's chin closer, her painted nails ever so lightly brushing the surface of her skin. And even though she had already been speaking in a low voice, she dipped her head even closer, her lips close enough to make even the slightest whisper's smallest peaks of cadence drip with sensuality. Her mouth slowly opened one more time. "I hope you're ready to be stimulated," she teased. Quietly, titillatingly, sing-song in tone.

But with that, the moment ends. The illusion was maintained to it's conclusion, but almost as soon as she's done with it, it's all too easy to notice she's on the verge of losing it, her mouth an actively curving line and her lips subtly tightly pursed together just to keep herself from opening them. Even her voice had minutely sounded like she had been abruptly about to stop to laugh, because she very much had been. Even now, though, she did not. She simply drew back away from Xaira's face, but kept herself close. She had just tipped herself over the edge of saccharine, but that hadn't been totally insincere, of course. Maybe she'd use a similar voice... some other time. However, right now simply watched for her partner's reaction, hoping she'd appreciate what was, for now, only a joke. And, one could only hope, a useful one at that.

DergTheDergon

 

[Halexia]

"Hmm" Tyra said noticing that the P.O.W were all but gone "flattery will get you everywhere my friend" she didnt realise what she had said, she only knew that the fight had made her bold, something that was unusual for her, she rubbed her hands together in a 'well thats that' motion "au revoir, see ya, good riddance" she smiled at Orthrus "so what were we talking about before we were so rudely interupted"

PanOtterPus

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Xander had found his way into a corner, trying to get the matted blood out of his fur "fuck" he said to himself, he had never allowed his fur to get so matted before, he tested his power and realised he could once again manage a small flame, ironic that it had happened now the fight was over, he looked around in the now smaller crowd for Rick, he hoped the vampire was okay, but he was sure that he would be, his knew friend was tough.

Pinconious

 

[DergTheDergon]

Despite herself, Fifer found herself grinning like an idea as he said he was glad to see her. Gabe’s response to her little joke regarding his week caught Fifer way off guard, her eyes widening. ‘He seriously waited all this time, even sleeping in that shabby waiting room, just to get the earliest chance to see me?’ She was speechless, a blush spreading across her cheeks like wildfire in a dry forest during summer. All she was able to say once his self-deprecative sentence was over was, in her oipnion, a rather weak response. But what coherent and thoughtful things could one say in such a situation anyway? “You really… waited all week in there? That… means a lot to me. I’m guessing all those flowers are yours too? Thank you…” Fifer’s face had never felt this hot before. She wondered if he even had a clue why she was stark beet-red right now.

Regardless, those words of his had only strengthened Fifer’s resolve, and so she then warned him that she was, frankly about to say something big. It would likely change their relationship in a huge way, f or good or for bad. His response ended up calming her, though. He was so understanding, so patient… she felt her heart warming immensely, only adding to the fire she felt in her chest right now, the fire she knew she would have to let free, not bottle it up inside like damn near everything else she felt. She met Gabe’s eyes bravely, trepidation clear in her voice and on her face, as she spoke up quietly, the words somehow carrying to his ears jut well enough despite being hindered by both her currrent physical state and the flood of emotion she felt pourin out as she said this..

“This…. Might come as a shock to you, Gabe,” she began, take a deep breath. This was it. These were very important words and she couldn’t fuck them up. Whatever happened after they were said was up to Gabe. Fifer had never felt a fear of rejection so strongly either. Despite all that, however, she pressed on, as had always been her nature when she really wanted something.

“I like, you gabe. A shit ton. Like, romantically.” “I said it… I acutally fucking said it,’ she thought, a feeling of relief, mixed uncomfortably with anxiety about his impending response, settling into her gut. “I have ever since that first mission we went on with Chase. I tried to drop little hints here and there, get you onto what I’m feeling without causing a shitload of drama, but well, I could tell after a while that wasn’t working at all. It’s alright though… doesn’t make you any less attractive to me. I just… I needed you to know before I actually get killed one of these days by some powerful monster or another… you’re amazing to me Gabe, and long story short… I want to be a lot more than your coworker.”

Fifer then found herself looking into Gabe’s eyes with the most heartfelt expression he’s likely ever seen. There was some fear in her eyes though… fear that he didn’t feel the same way. If camping out in the waiting room this whole week, all the flowers, and his sweet words from earlier were any indication, she had nothing to worry about, but the thought didn’t cross her mind in this crucial moment. Time seemed to slow to an excruciating crawl as she waited for what he was about to say next.
PanOtterPus

 

[DergTheDergon]

Smiling and slowly sitting up, Yseri readily welcomed Vesuria's embrace. She gasped, startled at first by the viridian vixen's vines wrapping about her form. However, such feelings quickly gave way to comfort and another certain feeling. She couldn't help but think about where else on (and in) her body she'd like to feel those wriggly appendages. After all, Dendrophelic tendencies were common among faun, due to their deep love and reverence for nature. It was said that Pan, the god of nature who created Faun, had his own soft spot (or, more accurately, hard spot) for plantkind himself. However, Faun normally didn't form close relations with plant-beings, preferring to faunicate with them on the side (though that went for all types of beings, really). Yseri had fallen horns-over-hooves for Vesuria this night, however, and thus was more than willing to make her relationship with Vesuria far more than a romp in the grass, as it were. For now, though, her Venus flytrap was ready for a meal, as was her lover's, she suspected.

Vesuria's words only made said Venus flytrap more excited, as it. "V-vesuria," she whispered to her play lover in shock, "I-I don't remember saying such vulgar things to you..." that spoken thought triggered a flashback to the wonderful dream she had, however, and once she put two and two together, her face turned red as a beet again. "W-we must go somewhere more private to discuss this," The now very flustered Faun hastily said. Next, she pulled gently away from Vesuria's many-appendanged embrace and exchanged said amorous contact with gently holding her hand instead, looking into her eyes faundly.

Leading Vesuria away from the many pairs of eyes glancing suspiciously or even disgustedly towards the pair, Yseri led her lushly beautiful new girlfriend out of the town hall, away from the shaken-up crowd that spilled out of said building into the street, and towards and into the residential district. "I think you'll be right at home in my abode," Yseri said liltingly. She felt pangs of slight guilt as she thought about what she was planning to do once the pair were safely inside . However, the moment she had opened the door, Vesuria had slipped inside, and her faun companion closed the door behind them both, her mind was full of nothing but visions of what was to come (as well as who was to come).

Yseri allowed Vesuria to examine her home for as long as she wished, busying herself with making tea for them both. Little did Vesuria know, it was brewed from a rare flower that was a rather powerful aphrodisiacc. The moment she offered Vesuria the tea, she found herself grinning oer at her in anticipation for the effects of the drink on her planty lover. Taking a few sips herself, she felt a familiar warmth intensify in a certain area of her body, and she couldn't wait any longer. Taking Vesuria's hand, she began to lead her up to the faun's bedroom. "Now, allow me to teach you aaalll about Venus flytraps, deer..."

(The following scene has been deleted due to blatant erotic content rule breakage)

Verdas

 

[Verdas]

Just as Caroline was about to return Chase's greeting, her fellow hunter was suddenly an unfortunate victim of a whitemixtureshot accident. She failed to stifle a giggle at the scene which played out before her. This was exactly what she needed. Sure, it happened to her a lot too (especially when she was preparing hotdogs, as the mayonnaise simply got all over her face for reasons better left unsaid), but it was still amusing to watch it happen to others. Her amusement quickly turned into curiosity when she learned that the mixture was salty, and was highly tempted to get a taste of it herself, as she was quite fond of salty white stuff.

Fortunately, she managed to restrain herself from performing any shameful and otherwise embarrassing acts in front of Chase. For now, at least. God, as well as many hotdogs and hotdog buns, knew she wasn't the type to be able to rein her desires in for long, regardless of what they were. "Fine for the most part, though it was a boring week. It would've been much more fun if only I had a buddy." She said with a wink, leaning suggestively on counter, seemingly oblivious to what she was doing. It was amazing what one week without making hotdogs could do to her psyche. With how many bored and/or hungry hunters there were, it usually was-n't hard to find people willing to make some with her, but it was suprisingly hard to find any such hunters during the probation. Truly, Murphy's Law at it's finest.

It was a bit strange to hear that Gabriel didn't answer the call, however, she didn't dwell on it for long upon hearing Chase's next few words. "Funny... I've been wanting to get to know you too." She said, a slight pitch down from her previously chipper and excited tone of voice. She was well aware that she was being unusually shy, despite her usual tendency to wolf down hotdogs with extra mayonnaise like nothing. However, taking a deep breath, she mustered her courage to ask a simple question that shouldn't be so hard to begin with. "Um, we could hang out together later if you want. Just the two of us, maybe make some hotdogs, you know?" She said at last. She hoped Chase wouldn't mind her obsession over 'hotdogs,' as it were. Some people just lacked the skill (and the stamina) to make a good hotdog.

Rustic

 

[Pinconious]

The fight was now over which kind of disappointed Rick a little since it was the only real fun he had had in quite sometime. He looked around the room at all the dead bodies laying on the floor and injured getting tended too by doctors and magical healers alike.

Eventually his eyes spotted Xander. The fox looked a little worse for ware but was alive which kind of surprised Rick a little as he was never able to picture the fox as a fighter. He decided he would go and see how his new found friend was doing picking up a groaning P.O.W member on his way and dragging them behind him.

"Yo" RIck called to Xander, "I see you're still alive" He smiled as he sat down against the wall and sunk his fangs into the neck of the poor soul he dragged over with him. His wounds healing as his body filled up with the blood he had lossed creating his favorite weapon of choice.

Halexia

 

[PanOtterPus]

Gabriel actually found himself smiling a little at Fifer's sudden change in colour. He looked at the flowers then back to the woman in her hospital bed. "Well, had to have the place looking nice for you, didn't I?" He let out a single small chuckle, anxious to hear what it was she had to say to him. He didn't like surprises and he wasn't sure what she'd have to say to only him. Gabe had reckoned that when she finally woke up she would want to see the whole gang, even Caroline. He didn't know what the beef was between the two, but he got a sense they didn't particularly like one another. Her warning only made him more anxious.

And then it happened. She melted him. With a few simple words, words no one had told the man before, his walls broke. "I... uh... wow. Fifer... I had no idea." He awkwardly scratched the back of his head. "Admittedly, I'm a hopeless romantic... so hints aren't my strong point." Gabe looked closely at her then, and drank in how serious she was, how open she was allowing herself to be. Pulling from her strength, he decided to ignore his head for a change and just allow his feelings to talk for him. "Fifer, I'm no good at this... well, this." He gestured between them. "Though, I feel like whenever I'm with you I'm being pulled into something that I cant control. Then with that wolf, and seeing you lying on the ground... I don't know what I would've done if we- no. If I lost you. And I don't think I would've spent a week living in the hospital for just a co-worker."

Gabriel stopped to take a breath, before giving his - obvious - answer. "You'll have to be patient with this clueless, typical man... but if more is what you want, then it's hat you'll get." He flashed her a genuinely happy smile, allowing himself to be swept up in this moment with her.

DergTheDergon

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Orthrus gave a hearty chuckle at Tyra's train of thought, or lack thereof, watching her rub her hands and suddenly move on from the battle. "I must admit, I've no idea. We got rather distracted. Fightin' will do that." Giving her a cheeky smile, Orthrus spun to glance at the damage.

Looking around he could see just how hard they were hit. "Well, this'll take some time to clean up." Spotting Yseri and her new companion leaving the premimses, he laughed, a foreign sound in the current area. "Looks like someone's off to get rewarded." He allowed himself to shrink, taking on his human disguise once more, shaking into the tight form. "That's better. So, Tyra. Was the Gala everything you hoped?"

Halexia

 

[Halexia]

Xander chuckled in spite of his pain, grabbing hold of his newly bright red tails and looking at them "well they can't say I am not a fox now can they?" he indicated the colour of his fur "red fox I have become common" he laughed sounding almost psychotic. he wasn't usually a fighter but this amount of people in trouble had caused a rush of adrenaline blanking out the pain while he fought, but he was feeling it now.

He ran his hand across his brow and sniffled smelling his own blood "how the hell does the smell of this crap make vampires so hungry... I mean jeez its knocking me slightly nauseous" he scrunched up his nose then looked at his friend "you didn't get hurt at all did you?"

Pinconious

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Tyra looked around herself surveying everything "well I certainly didn't expect to be fighting today but you take what you get" she smiled cheekily "plus I made a new friend so it wasn't all bad" she sighed and put her hands on her hips "if you need a hand cleaning up I don't mind helping, I'm rather enjoying the company" she said pulling a slight face at the amount of cleaning that had to be done "and I am great with a duster..... although I don't really think that would be much help, but I could give it a damn good try" Her train of thought turned back to the fight "what was those guys problem anyway, why are they so hell bent on breaking up something that could benefit supernatural-kind in the long run, seriously do they want us all to die out?" Tyra mumbled a few choice expletives under her breath to describe exactly what she thought of the gate crashers.

PanOtterPus

 

[Rustic]

Chase nodded at her answer as he continued on with his preparations, noticing her wink, but a little to busy to comtemplate deeper on what it might mean. Really, he was focused enough on everything he had to do, that even coming up with an answer was difficult, but even more than that, it suddenly occured to him that the cause of her boredom might've been much the same for him. Which, was a rather obvious answer to most people, but it really struck him as odd. He'd never perceived a need for anyone before his outings with his new friends. Sometimes he was struck with a similar sort of boredom, sure, but with the honed skill of an only child, he always managed to find something to fill the gap when somone had not been able to. This week however, try as he might've, he never did manage to really satisfy himself. He'd thought about calling someone up beforehand, but he'd always hesitated, and tried to fill himself with something else. Maybe he really should've just done it? Maybe it would've been what he needed? The thought was fleeting and insignificant as he went about his business, but it managed to cling to the back of his mind for some reason anyway, for whatever reason. In any case, he kept going to now, his hands still dipped in the sink.

"Oh, uhm, hot dogs..." He blinked for a moment, with an otherwise blank expression on his face as the question snapped him away from his thoughts about semantics. "Right..." He could say that he'd heard the name, but as for what it actually was, he wasn't entirely sure. He pictured a small, lengthy dog, but that probably wasn't right. Not unless Caroline could summon dogs. Actually, at that thought, he was almost disappointed that she probably wasn't talking about actual dogs, because summoning dogs sounded like a really cool and fun way to spend time. But that was beside the point. He quietly reached into one of his pockets and started to pull out... a knife? No, wrong pocket. He slid the knife back in and reached for his phone, in what he hoped was a subtle manner, to actually look it up.

As he quickly typed it in, he found himself kind of confused. He would've scratched his head if he wasn't trying to be subtle. He'd seen these things once or twice before. He'd never realized it was sausage in the middle of those things. They looked so... different than any of the ones he'd ever eaten. Weird and... fleshy. He couldn't really guess why they would appeal to Caroline so much. Still, he heel turned back around to her, discreetly shoving his phone back into his pocket. "I totally know what those are," he announced, in a way that very convincing and not at all suspicious. To maybe alleviate the totally not suspicious air, he took the bowl that had been sitting by the sink and immediately hauled to the fridge.

"But yeah!" he chirped as he set it inside and closed the door on it. "That needed to chill," he said, as he rushed a bit toward a bowl of a mishmash of spices, for what looked like a rub. "I was going to save half of this-" he said, reaching for the plastic wrap to hurriedly put it on over, "-so I'll just put it all away for now, and..." Once he had finished covering it up, he stopped for a moment, his face and his eyes slowly turning to the bowl he'd left on the table. The one with the suspiciously white mixture.

"That needs to be remade," he stated firmly, his frantic pace all but stopping, if only just to look upon his work with disappointment and disdain. "When I actually have what I need." He shook his head at the thought, but sure enough, his slightly darkened tone immediately pepped back up as he quickly moved his wrapped bowl to the pantry, to then came back around to actually look at Caroline as he spoke.

"Seriously!" he started, putting his elbows on the counter that separated them and his face propped up in his hands attentively. "I've been bored too!" he exclaimed. "I just wanna-" he made a vague but wide hand gesture with one of his hands, as if he said anything about his thoughts, before setting it back down again under his chin. "Do something! Too. Right now." But with that, he popped back up to his feet, his arms leaving the counter to stretch out demonstratively and enthusiastically.

"So let's just go! While we've got the time!" He looked even more starry-eyed than usual as he threw out words, looking just as eager and fervent about the cause as he sounded. He rounded around the corner of the counter, putting himself between Caroline and the door out.

"Whatd'ya like doing most? We could do it together! Or, or - you could go ahead and show me how you like your hot dogs!" His wide sleeves billowed out as his arms, still stretched out wide, finally fell back down to his side, his manic energy finally slowing down and subsiding, just a tad. "Or anything!" he reaffirmed, a warm and earnest smile on his face. Yeah, maybe that thought from before had been right. if he admitted to himself, he was really eager to do something with someone that wasn't hunting for a change. And maybe that wasn't a bad thing! In any case, he was more than happy to finding that out with her.

Verdas

 

[Pinconious]

"Oh I did get a little injured, I just heal fast" Rick smiled, "As for the blood, it just smells so sweet, it's like cake or chocolate, at least to me anyway" He shrugged, "I would assume the smell of blood would be somewhat different for every vamp out there"

His tone of voice suddenly went flat, "What do you think will be happening now?" He asked Xander as if the fox had all the answers.

Rick wasn't a part of any of the party planning or a member of those who ran the underground city, he knew the bigger rules but not so much the smaller ones. He didn't know much about the group that attacked but was hoping Xander knew something about them that could enlighten him somehow.

Halexia

 

[DergTheDergon]

Fifer chuckled a little (the laugh sadly ending in a small cough however) at Gabe’s little joke about the flowers. “Don’t make me laugh dammit… seriously though, thank you.”

With that, she settled into saying what she then said, watching his eyes, his posture, everything. It seemed like an eternity before he spoke up back towards her. At first, his answer was exactly what she was expecting. Lost for words, having been unaware. Her heart sank a little, expecting rejection. After all, when one is beaten, bruised, and heckled all their lives, and goes out on a limb in hopes for lasting love when they’ve had no luck with it so far, pessimism is pretty much a given.

Yet, that only made his following words melt her heart that much faster, much more intensely than they otherwise would’ve. He began with being honest and upfront, humbling himself more than most men would in this situation more than likely. The words were not encouraging, exactly, yet there was an integrity there that Fifer really admired. Those words alone made her chest warm, despite it having felt quite numb ever since the incident. That feeling only intensified as he continued on, complete with tears forming in her eyes, the first time she’d cried in years. They just kept flowing, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care about appearing weak right now, because she knew he wouldn’t judge her. He made her feel safe. He’d delivered with his words in ways Fifer would never expect. He bared his heart about how she made him feel, how, despite his lack of confidence in connecting with others in the ways love requires (something they’d have to work on together, in all honesty), he felt drawn towards being as much as he could be to her. That much was clear from the tone of his voice, the look in his eyes, just everything about the way he was expressing himself right now.

When he finished with a sentence that felt as though it turned her heart into molten lava, in a very, very pleasant way, she sniffled and stared into his eyes with a deep look of affection, showing more vulnerability than she’d ever shown anyone since she was a little girl. For a few moments, she silently stared at him like this. Then, in the next moment, she lunged towards him, grabbing him by his shirt and leaning out of her bed, tilting her head as she desperately sought to press her lips firmly to his. Only such an action could express how grateful, relieved, and joyful she was in response to his words… no words of her own would do.
PanOtterPus
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Xaira felt relief washing over her as Naomi let her know that the dragoness’s protective words before she passed out had not perturbed her in any way. A smirk and a slight reddening of her cheeks then graced her face as Naomi’s next, teasing words then tickled her mind… not to mention a certain lower part of her. As the woman’s banter continued, laced with an equal amount of silliness and very effective allure, the dragoness in her arms simply met her eyes (as best she could despite Naomi averting her gaze so often), taking in her words. Her voice felt like a drug, and she found herself thinking that it really didn’t matter what she was saying, she could listen to Naomi talk in that sexy voice for hours. Her constant stream of innuendos woven into a more serious line of speech about what the pair were going to be up to tonight despite certain difficulties like Xaira’s state actually started to make Xaira feel better, somehow. Xaira hung on every word, especially towards the end, a grin on her face as she licked her lips, a mixed, euphoric look of amusement and lust forming in her eyes, as she took in these delightfully teasing and lightly comical words. Naomi knew just how to tickle her everything, including her funny bone..

Then, Naomi went for the metophorical ku-de-gras. “I hope you’re ready to be stimulated,” she had said, accompanied by bringing her face closer, and touching Xaira’s face, which sent a tingling sensation down her spine. “Babe, I couldn’t be any more ready,” Xaira said, a wide, dopey smile plastered on her face whilst her eyes sparkled with just about every positive emotion in existence. In fact, the more she awoke, the less in pain she felt. She sincerely meant her response regarding whatever Naomi would have in store for her tonight, wherever the new couple found themselves. She’d certainly be up for some deep, hard, philosophical questions, not to mention deep, hard stimulation of another kind.

She followed up her cheeky response with a deep kiss, her disheveled long red hair helping to lend some privacy to this intimate moment as her green eyes gently shut in time with her lips closing against Naomi’s. She let herself go entirely, wrapping her arms about her new partner’s form, letting her mind go blank. She realized, as they kissed, that she was naturally moving her legs to straddle Naomi’s lap. Whilst the action hurt at first, it was not as difficult as she thought it would be. When she finally broke the kiss and gazed lovingly into Naomi’s eyes, she looked down, her cheeks colored, and then she laughed, a bright look of joy upon her face. “Wow… whoever healed me did a damn good job, because I already feel like I didn’t just scrap with a werewolf!” She kissed Naomi’s lips once more, briefly, to express this joy she felt, before carefully standing up over her, smiling some more upon doing so, and offering her hand. “Looks like I’m bringing you home after all, Naomi… it’s funny, I had a dream of you holding me and making some quip about that." Oblivious that there was some truth to that unconscious dream, she waited for Naomi to accept her hand, pulled her up, then linked arms with her. “You may have to keep me steady as we walk but, I feel like once we get back to my apartment I’ll be up for any sort of… physical activities you may have in mind.” She winked, then began to move, leading Naomi back to her apartment. “Y’know, I really did mean what I was saying before we were rudely interrupted... You’d be a great mom. The moment you saw that I was injured, you were right there, and the way you spoke to me when I woke… it was sexy as hell, don’t get me wrong, and amusing as well… but there was something… motherly in it, I feel like. I don’t know, I’m probably just crazy.” She laughed it off.

It wasn’t long before the pair had made it to a simple abode on the second story of a weathered stone apartment building. Opening up, she walked inside with Naomi and let the girl take a gander. The place was simply decorated, rather bare-bones in all honesty. There were a few decorative cultural items about like a red and gold tapestry with Draconic words scrawled upon it and a few candles, but it was, for all intents and purposes, very utilitarian. It contained little else besides a rather nice, yet simple four-poster bed complete with bedside tables on each side, a dresser where all of her clothes (decidedly few, considering draconic women normally didn’t put fashion high on their list of priorities) were contained, a desk where every sort of work she ever had to do that wasn’t slaying monsters was done, a well-used fireplace and weapon racks with various tools of her trade displayed proudly upon them. “It ain’t much, I know, but Dragons don’t really put much stock in beautifying their homes. I mean, I’m sure you’ve heard that my ancestors lived like animals, everyone has.” She chuckled a bit, then met Naomi’s gaze. “So… whatcha think?” She asked. Her mind was already wandering towards what might be going on here tonight between the newly-established lovebirds, but she wouldn’t force anything on Naomi that she didn’t want to do. However, she had a feeling that what she wasn't comfortable doing in that sense was rather little, which excited the dragoness very much indeed. As reserved as Naomi was compared to other Lilin Xaira’s met, she was still a Lilin, after all.
Rustic

 

[Halexia]

Xander looked around "people looking for a fight... People not happy with the festivities.... I'm not sure but they are gone now that's the main thing" Xander saw that there were people far more hurt than he was and he was being a 'whiny little bitch' over a few cuts " I bet a few of these people would like your fast healing capabilities right now" he flicked his ears which thankfully had kept their natural white colour "when I came today I wasn't expecting quite so much excitement, I think I was more curious about all of this than anything else, and then all hell broke lose" Xander was just babbling, keeping talking 'cause he wasn't sure what else he could do, he wasn't much of a first aider so he didnt have the confidence to help people, he was pretty sure he would do more harm than good.

He looked at Rick remembering his previous concerns "I'm not making you feel hungry I am, I mean you're a vampire and I am covered in blood..." There, he had said it he hoped this wouldn't upset the vampire but once again his curiousness had got the better of him, he just hoped it hadn't lead him into trouble

Pinconious

 

[Verdas]

Though she was slightly taken aback by Yseri's need for privacy, as herself did not understand why they'd need to talk about venus flytraps and inserting vines into them, she followed the faun without complaint. At this point, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the vorux trusted her new girlfriend with her life, or her vir- ahem. It came as a pleasant surprise when she saw that she was being led to Yseri's house, as she lacked a place of her own. Plants didn't have much need for shelter, especially not in a place as safe (from the elements) as Deepvale. That said, any onion-like plants were never safe due to the many ogres wandering about. There was one ogre in particular, known as Odepbear the Top Sh'Kek, who supposedly ate supernaturals such as herself when they let their guard down, but the stories could wait for another time.

The excitable plant gladly took the time to explore the place (practice for the exploration she would be doing in bed shortly) as she waited for her deer lover to finish brewing her distant cousins. Once the tea, aka 'glorified cannibal soup,' was prepared, she took the cup in her hands and trembled a bit. It was a bit disconcerting to drink something like this, and had she been any weaker, she would surely have thrown up by now. However, for both Yseri's and courtesy's sake, she gulped it down quickly, trying her best to ignore the taste. Finished with her drink, she placed it down, but felt there was something wrong.

Almost immediately afterwards, a strong wave of intense heat pulsed through her body, originating in her low half. She felt a little dizzy, but her venus flytrap was hungrier than it had ever been before in her life. "It f-feels weird. My v-venus flytrap's s-so... hungry." She said, looking at Yseri rather dangerously. The flower had a surprisingly strong effect on the vorux who'd unwittingly consumed it. Fortunately, the (perverted) faun seemed to have the answers to her questions, so she obediently followed her into the bedroom. She was already secreting nectar, so it was well that Yseri would introduce the hummingbirds and the bees to her maiden flower. It was going to be a long night, but at least she would get to have her fill of meat (and also fill up meat, in turn). Come morning, the bedsheets would've most likely already done their job as a canvas for modern art, though with one glaring exception; this would be a masterpiece.

DergTheDergon

 

[Rustic]

Naomi could only smile sincerely to Xaira's enthusiastic response, happy to help, but too overwhelmed by her own nervousness after all of that to formulate anything thoughtful or clever. It spoke to how she really felt, anyway - too pumped up from adrenaline to really even think straight. Maybe it was fortunate, then, that she didn't have to; Xaira followed up her words with a beautifully passionate kiss. It surprised not only her mind, but all of her senses at once. It was a welcome feeling; after only a moment of initial shock came a taste of euphoria, and felt the overwhelming need to return the favor in full, showing her gratefulness in a response of equal strength. What she had no answer for, however, was the extra motion from below. It served to surprise her further, but, even that was fine, too. It was a bit too unexpected to keep her lost in the moment, but as their lips parted, it was easy enough to see that she still had enjoyed it, an equally gleeful expression on her face as was on Xaira's. She couldn't help but laugh at her sudden comment about feeling better, and just as well, still grinning after being taken with her celebratory, comparative peck.

"Oh, I can tell," she giggled, placing a hand over her heart fondly. The gesture was even more fitting as her partner commented offhandedly about her dream, which Naomi had to hold herself back a little from laughing again at. It was honestly sweet to her that she had imagined it was a dream - and flattering, even now, to imagine that could even be imagined as the subject of such a fantasy. Interjecting the truth of the matter at the moment seemed pointlessly flat at an otherwise passionately charged moment, so instead of bothering with it, she simply gave a knowing wink.

"Interesting," she remarked jokingly. She shifted to something more earnest and calm, though, as she accepted the outstretched hand gratefully, her wings giving a small, subtle push as to not force the draconic woman to exert anymore than needed. It was a thoughtful gesture, but she really did not want to strain unnecessarily. Especially when the effort might be needed later, anyway.

She got to her feet easily. She nodded as she heard Xaira begin to talk about how she might need a steady arm to hold her to the way home, but she had not needed the prompting, and indeed, had already started to reach for the other woman's arm before she had heard her roundaboutly ask for it. Whether or not she really needed it, she had already said she might, and that was all Naomi needed to jump to her aid. Whether she liked it or not, she wanted to help as much as she could. It only seemed fair, regardless of any extra affection or worry she had tied up extra. She had finally gotten their walking situation down when she had made her next comment. It was amusing to hear her lead up, but once she got down to the meat of what she wanted to say, Naomi stared toward her a little more thoughtfully. She wanted to contemplate it deeper, to try and discern better what it was Xaira might've seen in her, but really, she knew within a few moments of trying she simply couldn't. The idea was a little too foreign to her, something she did not relate enough to, that she couldn't really attempt it. And with only what she did know about mothers, the sentiment was a little vague and strange. She did, however, trust the judgement, and to it, she courteously nodded.

"It's a nice thought, anyway," she offered, very lightly tightening her grip on Xaira's arm as encouragement. If it was true, or if it wasn't, she knew it had been given with the kindest intentions. That was enough to make it comforting. And still, despite knowing she didn't have much to go on, she lingered on the sentiment on their way to her home, it even sticking with her even through her other thoughts and worries and expectations.

But, soon enough, the two of them found themselves finally there, and everything else was thrust from her mind as she observed the place. There wasn't much to be said about it - it was a bit sparse on everything - but her eyes still slowly circled it carefully. It had been said that a person's home said a lot about them, and while such a view was generally ignorant of class and ability, she had always wondered if there was a hint of truth to it. However, maybe that was a little too sentimental. She listened to Xaira explain the sight around her as she looked, and to it, she turned back around to her with a smirk.

"I've never found rumor to be very reliable," she joked, her eyes lidding with an ironic smile. Of course neither of them would be the type to take such unrefined stereotypes for the truth. If anything, the only thing she had been expecting was what she had not been told to expect. She certainly wasn't disappointed, regardless. She stepped over to the desk on the side and propped her arm up on the back of it lazily. For a moment, her lips pursued a little, carefully, but after that, she settled in.

"It's cozy," she said, dipping her head down onto her hand. "Really I'd have been fine with anything more than an air mattress, but I'm being sincere." She was half-joking, but her face said much the same story, her eyes warm as she continued to survey. "It's... personal, not too much extra space, but there's still room to grow," she decided. It wasn't that she was much of a critic - and even her tone made it subtly made it obvious she did not take herself seriously - but she did want to say something about it, even if she was just being joking. Her eyes stop wandering after that, though, and her head lifted up to look at Xaira purposefully.

"And for now, you've got everything you need," she finally commented, her sultry eyes emphasizing her words' double meaning. She is, for a moment, happy to leave it so. Being a long-lived creature, she knew patience well, and sometimes it translated to being cooler than she maybe needed to be. There was a fleeting moment where she maybe thought to second-guess, to maybe put off this encounter for another time. However, she leaves the the idea without putting much additional thought into it. If they were both ready - and she very much was - than it was the right time. So, then, she rose from the chair she had perched onto, and came to stand again in front of her partner, eyeing her up in both a seductive and an analytical manner.

"So," she started, her arms rising to wrap around Xaira's neck softly. Naomi was... a rather short woman, but with her heels and subtle bit of extra effort, the motion came gracefully enough. "You're... really feeling up to it?" she asked, her head tilting quizzically. She did not let up her efforts at romance regardless of her answerless question, anyway, still letting one of her hands reach up to gently stroke her face. "As sexy as it sounds, I'm not keen on putting you through more pain tonight."

"Unless you're keen on that," she laughed quietly, letting her painted nails delicately run through her companion's hair. She just swayed softly where she stood, letting herself enjoy the pace. But, once she felt it was sufficient, she let all of her actions come to a stop.

"Take the lead," she insisted, taking Xaira's hand into her own. "I'm fine with anything." She did sensitively stress the word 'anything', but not with the sole purpose of being provocative. Rather, it was clear that she was trying to make her original point clear; tonight would be perfect if they did what they wanted to do, rather than just what was simply expected. And if that meant not this, than that was perfectly fine, too. Lilin or not, she was interested in pleasure, and that did not necessarily come from this sort of intimate contact.

DergTheDergon

 

[DergTheDergon]

Offering the tea with a grin upon her face that betrayed the contents of the drink far more than she realized, Yseri then saw her leafy partner tremble as she looked inside the cup. Her face dropped, as she realized she was essentially offering Vesuria the essence of her brethren dissolved into water. However, Vesuria drank of it anyway and any misgivings Yseri had had about offering her the tea were washed away under the effects said tea had on her, which were only amplified by Vesuria clearly having been affected by them herself. Her confused words, colored by the haze the strange drug put her in, caused a soft look of sympathy to slightly color the lewd look upon Yseri’s face. “It’s alright my dear… it’ll all become quite clear in time… and it will be very enjoyable for the both of us.” The faun was in a haze as she led Vesuria into her bedroom, laid her down, helped her get comfortable and planted a kiss upon her lips. The feeling intensified and lasted until she fell asleep hours later holding a tired (and thoroughly innocence-deprived) Vesuria in her arms.

The next morning, she awoke groggily in that very same position, the covers protecting the pair’s modesty as if there was any left after the events of last evening. Glancing about this way and that, her face colored once more as she remembered the direction the night had taken whilst looking at the messy reminder of the pair’s first night together that was the disheveled state of the perverted faun’s bedroom

“Good morning, Vesuria dear,” she whispered. “Did you enjoy our little... Adenture last evening?” She giggled. “If you would help me clean up the place, it’d be much appreciated…” she said, looking at the state her room was in, astonished. Various fluids stained just about everything, every object that could’ve been knocked over had been, and a myriad of clothing (especially a good chunk of Yseri’s proud, skimpy “evening wear” collection) strewn about the place haphazardly. They had quite the work ahead of them. ‘First, though… how’d you like some bacon and eggs with extra-extra-extra bacon, my dear?” If that wouldn’t get Vesuria out of bed right quick, Yseri had no idea what would.

Verdas

 

[Pinconious]

Rick couldn't help but burst out laughing as Xanders sudden outburst, so much so he had tears in his eyes, "Sorry, that outburst was a little funny" He smiled, "but no, you don't make me hungry, I have been feeding off these P.O.W peeps" He gestured to the poor soul who lay dead as his feet. "See my power requires a lot of blood, but that blood can only be used if it's been in my body" He explained, "I needed to keep my blood supply high during that fight, so you are safe, if I am hungry for anything it's actual food, in fact I want pizza" It was a random thing to come out with but he really did feel like pizza.

Most people would hurl at the thought to eating any form of food after seeing the aftermath of the gala but he wasn't a normal person and being a vampire you get used to seeing the sight of blood pretty quickly.

"Think the authorities would punish me in anyway for killing these guys?" Rick asked his friend somewhat concerned. He didn't think he would get into any form of trouble after all they attacked first and killed some of the Gala guests.

Halexia