It was not a long walk from the bench where Cealla had found the strange Frenchman to the nearest pub. The summer air had a certain excitement about it, almost anticipation, as if the people of Drakborough knew that winter was only a few short months away. Now was the time to get your fill of the nice weather, and there were plenty of people wandering the streets doing just that.
The lycan girl picked the Joker's Pub for no real reason; it was just the first one that she happened to pass. The unusual pair had to push their way past several rather drunk working men before finding a spot all the way in the farthest corner near the bathrooms. The sound of retching could be hear coming from within, and she could not help but wrinkle her nose with distaste. Thankfully, the both was (mostly) clean, and what little crumbs remained on the seats she was able to easy brush away before sitting down and crossing her legs in a most ladylike manner.
"Doesn't look like they have much service here," she murmured, more to herself than to her company. "No matter."
This would be one of those times when being able to use magic would be useful. How nice it would be to just be able to whip out your wand and summon a waiter... or better yet, food. Thankfully, one happened to pass by and she screamed her order (a steak, rare) into his ear. After that, she calmly turned back to Leseur and folded her hands on the table, not quite sure what to expect next.
Last night I dreamt that I was chasing a pack of wolves, trying to belong.
Post by Leseur Follet on Aug 26, 2009 0:54:00 GMT -5
Leseur felt that evening had gone rather pleasantly in spite of his voracious hunger. He had enjoyed a nice cool night, he was able to gaze at the moon and ponder, and he met a new member of his pack. Yes, this was turning out to be quite the evening.
That was, until they entered the much-more-crowded-than-earlier Joker's bar. This setting did not fit Leseur's tastes. Noisy drunks gargling on through beer soaked mouths, cheap floozies running around half undressed offering "services" to some of the patrons. It was a disgusting liquor bathed orgy.
At this moment he so wished to be at his forest home enjoying a nice deer leg and reading about the snufficulus fair flower with a glass of fine wine. He did not, however, desire to leave his companion, they were pack, and blood was thicker than liquor.
Leseur took a seat across from his fellow Lycan and gave a quick smile, Politely folding his hands on the table. After a couple moments of othing Leseur spotted a waiter, so did Cealla and she began barking her order at the poor over worked man. With a hasty add-on Leseur managed to yell out, "make that three with a bottle of red burgandy" Than man gave a quick nod of acknowledgement and disappeared amongst the crowd of people at the bar.
The many scents of alcohol whipped at his nostrils along with the combined scent of every delicious, morsel in the room. Leseur pined for his drink. It would make him forget he was in a room full of hearty meals and might actually make him think the steak he was eating was acceptable. He wanted to just sit in the booth and enjoy his alcoholic beverage, but he supposed he should make conversation.
The white haired Frenchman decided telespeak would be appropriate in this situation as he sent a few questions to the Lycans mind. It would allow them privacy and they would be able to understand eachother through the noice and the French man's thick accent.
So, I did not see you at the meeting. You are part of our pack right?
Although Leseur seemed to be bothered by all the hustle and bustle going on around them, Cealla was soaking it up. This was an entirely different side of the city, a side that she had failed to see through all of her adventures through the town during the daytime. Even though she was not fond of the yelling and the sound of breaking glass, she could not help but view the entire scene as though she was a scientist studying some sort of long-lost creature from the jungles of Timbucktu. After all, these were not her people and this was not her hangout, however much her appearance might suggest the contrary.
To say that I am a part of your pack seems a bit presumptuous, doesn't it?
Speaking through the other lycan's mind did not bother her; though it did bother her a bit when his words invaded her own. It had been so long and opening up the pathways was just a bit uncomfortable to her.
I have no pack.
She decided to leave it at that, not wanting to get into the complex emotions that had led to such a decision. Uniting the lycans under a flag that did not belong to Fenris Fenrir seemed like a dangerous project, and to be involved in it was asking for death. Her concern in this case was not for herself (for Fenrir had proved in the past that he could not, and never would, harm her) but for anyone else who was headstrong enough to attempt such a gathering.
Last night I dreamt that I was chasing a pack of wolves, trying to belong.
Post by Leseur Follet on Aug 27, 2009 7:09:54 GMT -5
Leseurs eyes connected with hers in a little look of surprise.
Well, you are right, it is quite presumptuous. I was just getting hopefull I suppose. After all our pack has dwindled to such numbers....
His eyes gazed downward at the table for a moment and lit up with an added smile.
I was hoping we would be able to take in a new family member.
Leseur left her answers at that. If she had wanted to tell him why she wasn't in any sort of pack she would have done it. So unless she decided to say outright that she hated Fenrir, there was no point into delving deeper into the issue.
The man decided it would be best to start speaking again, lest anyone get suspicious as to why they were just sitting down and not speaking. It would certainly be odd for Leseur to be just staring at this young girl if it were just them. Someone might mistake him for something else... Certainly not good for a teacher to say the least.
Leseur spoke cheerily obviously trying to make conversation. "What eez eet you're doeeng here then eef you do not ave 'friends' to stay weeth?" Emphasizing friends to mean pack. "I mean eet can't be veree easee to leeve on your own, yes?" Their drinks arrived abruptly, and the waiter quickly delivered the bottle with a glass in front of Leseur, and hastily got to serving more tables. The French man watched the poor man scuffle off dodging people with his tray and handing out more drinks. "Poor man" He stated unthinkingly.
Leseur poured his drink, ears ready to listen to her reply while getting ready to down a swig. He would have offered her some, but that might also bring him unwanted attention.
Curious. Perhaps she had buried herself too deep in the woods to have heard that there were new lycans roaming around, a new pack, even. She both wanted the companionship and scorned it, remembering the complex system that had governed the pack that she had been born into. Members were revered while outsiders were scorned; the den was protected like a high security vault at a bank. That system had driven her into aggression and was not one that she was willing to return to.
But then there was the chance of comraderie. The chance of a family to replace the one that she had lost- a father and sister disappeared and a mother dead from poisoning. The offer was tempting. Cealla was still a young girl, no matter how she tried to look otherwise, and she yearned for normal things like a father and a mother.
Do explain.
She noticed his slight uncomfortableness and chuckled. Although she wasn't certain what line of work he was in, it was no good for a man his age to be seen with a girl like her. It definitely did not look like a professional conversation.
"My family is gone." She replied simply, playing with the silverware on the table to keep her mind occupied. "I have a s- a brother, actually, who lives here and offered protection. It is not a family, but it is better than nothing at all."
Last night I dreamt that I was chasing a pack of wolves, trying to belong.
bic- Willow appeared in town, tired and hungry. She wasn't one to indulge in human flesh, but she was more likely to find her fellows out on the town tonight than in the woods. Her pale eyes were more silver tonight than green, and it took her a moderate amount of concentration to keep from shifting. She wanted to run, hunt, feed.
The young lycan shuffled through the city, watching. She spotted Leseur, newer the being a lycan than Willow herself, talking to someone else. A young woman. Willow didn't recognize her, but something about her was familiar. Wondering if she should come closer, Willow hesitated, hugging her arms to her chest.
She hadn't been out of the forest since she'd told Torrid. Maybe she wasn't quite up for socializing. Willow took a good sniff of the air, and her face brightened slightly. Cealla! Willow had met the strange lycan in the woods a while back, but she hadn't seen her since. Brushing her hair out of her face, she approached the both of them. They were going hunting. Eck. She swallowed her discomfort and came closer. She'd lost Torrid. How much humanity did she have left?
Not much.
She didn't follow them into the bar, not at first, but after awhile she got bored, lonely. Willow slipped inside, taking a barstool. No hard liquor. If she had an alchoholic drink, she'd probably slit her wrists. With a soft sigh, she ordered a cherry coke and stared at the tabletop.
Post by Leseur Follet on Aug 29, 2009 8:25:00 GMT -5
(OOC: Cealla, I hope that isn't actually silverware you're playing with)
Leseur downed his glass of shimmering red burgandy like a shot as he listened to the girl and began pouring another one. He did not even make eye contact with her as he did this, most of his attention was focused on pouring the liquid. The rest was on communicating silently with her.
Our pack is rather small and word around here is that the vampires are growing in numbers. Not to mention we have a bunch of Lycans who have apparently gone soft and actually started caring about humans. We are weak and we need pack who won't shy away from killing if our home is attcked
Leseur took it easier with this glass and just began taking small gulps every once in awhile. He acted more concerned about hat she was saying. "I'm sorree to ear that your family eez gone"
Wait, what was this about a brother? Leseur hadn't met any of the male lycans really except for Fenrir who had bitten him.... "Who eez your brothear maybee I know eem?"
Leseur hadn't scented the nearby Willow in the bar yet and he probably wouldn't with all the other scents floating around nudging out the lycans scent.
Last Edit: Aug 29, 2009 8:26:24 GMT -5 by Leseur Follet
ooc: heh, my bad. consider it cheap, knock off silverware that is not actually made out of silver.
The talk of killing made Cealla rather nervous. Her past aggressiveness was something that she wanted to put in the past, but at the same time it was impossible to even consider being part of a pack and being passive. Especially a new pack which had few defenses... more work would have to be done. She sighed, not making eye contact with him and continuing to play with the utensils. She twirled the fork into the wooden table and then removed it again, not seeming to show much interest in her companion.
The vampires are always growing in numbers, perhaps because they do not hesitate to turn their prey into their kin. And the only territory that really belongs to the lycans is the forest, which in turn belongs more to Fenris Fenrir than to us.
As for revealing that Fenris was, in fact, her son (at least in the lycan manner of speaking) that was something that she wasn't sure was a good idea yet. She was still young and weak; anyone could use her as a bargaining chip against the great lycan. And though she was far past the point of wanting to help him, she had no interest in causing him any harm. All that she wanted was to leave him alone and be left alone in turn.
"He is far older than me and seldom travels from his home. You probably do not." She replied simply, finally ending her fidgeting as their food landed on the table. Now her knife and fork were no longer playthings but tools, helping her to tear into the meat that she had been craving for so long. It was nothing like a fresh kill, but it would have to do for now.
Last night I dreamt that I was chasing a pack of wolves, trying to belong.
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