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Post by Nessarose Allens on Jan 20, 2010 19:00:42 GMT -7
Sometimes emotions could be irrational; fear was one of the big players in that category. For Phobias did not have to be based on a real or experienced thing, but on something imaginary - which was often more correct - and all too real in the head. Some may categorize Nessa's hatred of wolves to be irrational, based on nothing, and she would merely scorn them with a malevolent glare. They knew nothing about what she may, or may not have experienced. She knew the damage that werewolves could do; she had experienced it first hand, so for him to assume that she was blaming the actions of few on many ... needless to say, it made her furious. Every wolf she had ever met wanted to kill her or hurt her, every wolf she'd ever have the misfortune to steal from had in turn stolen their money from another. They were the biggest criminals she could think of, and why did they do it? Because they could. Because they were stronger, faster and more aggressive than anybody else around them. Who would say no to someone who could snap you like a twig? Nobody.
She pushed her way through the crowd; somehow they knew she was trouble and parted easily for her, perhaps it was the scowl on her face or the strange glint in her eye. She would not leave this club so easily. Her detour from the door landed her right in front of what she would call a 'cleaner'. The cloth in his hand was clutched tightly and the minute their eyes landed she knew; wolf. The drugs seemed to give her a strange clarity, it seemed to make his eyes look brighter than they would otherwise be. She slowly walked toward him, her hands were in her pockets - faking non-chalance and yet they were clutched around two knives. "So darlin' how long you been a wolf? Not too long i suspect, but don't worry, you wont have to put up with it for much longer." Her words were slightly slurred by both drugs and excitement, they were hissed in an undertone, hardly audible above the general noise of the club. Nes slowly walked closer to him, her movements were predatory, waiting to see what he would do.
The were gave a defensive snarl - even in his human form the snarl was apparent - at this, a soft malevolent chuckle escaped her lips. No escape doggy, we've got you now.
Now you're even thinking 'we'.
Fuck off, i'm trying to kill. |
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Post by Tahmores Stian on Jan 26, 2010 5:42:47 GMT -7
The werewolf tries to ignore the presence of Nes' for as long as he can, but he can tell that she isn't going to go away by choice. "So darlin' how long you been a wolf? Not too long i suspect, but don't worry, you wont have to put up with it for much longer". Now he looks up at the human, behind a calm exterior look on his face is a glint of fear in his eyes. Nervously he looks about himself to see if there are any others of his kin around. The only others he can see are at the bar, to far away to see any kind of motion for aid. "I... I am a young werewolf ma'am but I do not wish to stop been one. My family are wolves, have been for about two hundred years. Please I dont' want to have any trouble here".
He steps away from Nessarose. He knows that she wont listen to him. She's either drunk or high... or just one of those people who likes causing trouble for themselves and has a thing against were's. "If you leave now there wont be any consequences. There are almost ten other wolves in this place, do you really want to risk bringing them down upon yourself? I really don't think you do want that". The young wolf has backed himself up against a table, his only way out of this is blocked by Nessarose. He looks at her, desperation on his face.
(I thought I'd reply with just the werewolf Nes' is threatening for now)
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Post by Nessarose Allens on Feb 25, 2010 3:16:32 GMT -7
"Consequences? Sweetheart, i'm all for consequences," there was pent up anger in her voice and the smirk that played upon her face was entirely sadistic. This wolf knew that his warnings were in vain; it was obvious in her dialated pupils, in the slight shake of her hands and in the glint her eyes held. There was no going back now. Nes was right where she wanted to be, Tahmores had not wanted trouble, he'd wanted her to leave. So, in recompence, she would show him just how much trouble she could be when people fucked with her. Perhaps her sense of revenge and justice was skewed and misguided, that did not matter to her, it was not her problem afterall.
Slowly, as he backed himself against the table she approached in an equally slow pace. Her movements were casual, yet her hands were concealed in her pockets, they were clenched into fists around knives. Nes blocked this dog's only exit; if he wanted to leave he would have to go through her. She didn't care about the other were's, they were in a corner, out of the line of sight of many others, nobody would see them. And if they did? Nobody would even care. Laughter escaped her throat, it was manic and seemed to fit her easily. "Shall we dance, puppy?" |
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Post by Tahmores Stian on Mar 8, 2010 1:29:14 GMT -7
He keeps his eyes on Nes, not willing to take his eyes off of her for even a second in case it gave her the chance to strike while he is looking elsewhere. "Please miss, I'm carrying any weapons, I have no way of defending myself". He knows that Nes probably isn't going to care about him not having any weapons to defend himself against her attacks, hell the fact that he is unarmed probably makes her even more happy.
"Shall we dance, puppy?"
The wolf cringes a little. Been young and have only been changed a few years ago he is not totally in control of his urges to turn from human to wolf. Of course been in this kind of situation isn't helping any, he can already feel that little voice in the back of his head telling him, encouraging him to start the change despite the fact that he knows how long it would take to go through the whole thing and during that time he would be totally open to attack from Nes.
How he wishes that he could call out for help from a co-worker, but it wouldn't do any good now, they are too far away from the main crowds, him back into a corner and Nes blocking any route of escape.There's nothing he can do now except wait for Nes to make her move.
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Post by Nessarose Allens on Mar 17, 2010 3:36:16 GMT -7
The tension in the atmosphere was incredible, even she - with her human senses - could taste it like it was a potent drug. A smile played delightfully upon her lips as she inhaled with a greed that satiated the addiction her body craved. It was nice to know that even as a human she could still cause fear to linger in the hearts of those around her, especially those who were supposed to be superior in strength. To this were, she felt nothing. No pity, no empathy, simply blankness. He was right to be afraid of her, he was idiotic to have backed himself so violently into the corner. Their positions reversed, he the hunted, she the hunter. How would this turn out? Nessa would not be satisfied until his blood was on the floor in front of her.
No weapons? A single eyebrow raised in speculation and she shook her head in an emotion similar to disgust. Soon, if she gave him the chance, he would learn the mistake of never carrying a weapon with you. Vulnerablity. A chuckle escaped her lips in a short, breathy sound and she took another step forward. Expression was unreadable apart from the pure, unbridled anger that simmered just beneath the surface of her eyes. Nessa was at this moment, the avenger of her kind, she was seeking redemption in whatever form it was given to her. She'd not yet failed, why should tonight - now - be any different?
The knife in her hand caught the light of the club for a fleeting second and glinted with the anticipation of new blood. It was her cue, her desire and she stepped forward to close the gap between them. Nes knew the were would be preoccupied with the knife in her hand; he knew that the attack he suspected would be from that and thus, with a palid smirk tainting her lips she kicked out at him, aiming towards his gut. Though the strength behind her aim was limited, it would be enough to cause him to be breathless had it gone unnoticed. With a secondary attack she lept forward with the knife extended in her hand, the knife aimed for his arm. Why not play with the dog before using the killing blow? Nobody was here to stop her, nobody could get here in time. They were well and truly alone.
"Got any last words for me puppy?" The sarcasm in her words was spoken like a punch. Venom tainted them and she laughed softly. Perhaps it was the drugs, or the blood, or the combination of the two, but she felt good tonight. |
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