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Livia Vlcek 01/18/19 Malek always did have a way of expressing himself without words, didn't he? Maybe he just understood Livia was tired, in pain or frustrated and she simply needed to be distracted or comforted or to simply feel safe. And maybe this is what she loved most about him.. for as brusque as Malek could be, he was equally protective and loving. In his own way. As tattered lips crashed into her own scarred ones, Livia relented, let the thoughts that plagued damaged psyche slip away while lithe arms enveloped the strong column that was his neck. There was no other place that she'd rather be, truth be told.
Livia Vlcek 01/18/19 "Stupid question hm?" Livia gives a nod of understanding and simply wanders off. She'll go talk to a wall instead. Because that is sort of how she feels at this moment anyway.
Livia Vlcek 01/18/19 *stops on her nightly stroll* You ever just get the urge to punch a person in the fvcking face?
Eloise Buchanan 01/17/19 Elle spun around at the feeling of something brushing against her, no one is there. She pats her pockets and looks around. In the distance she can make out the retreating back of a huge lycan she had encountered once before. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she takes a breath.

“Oi, Wolfenstein! Keep your bl**dy paws to yourself.”

She frantically patted her person again.

“And give me back my gum, I was saving that for later.”

She wasn’t, at all. In fact, he had done her a favour, the amount of times she forgot to check her pockets before putting clothes in the wash was ridiculous.
Anakin Drake 01/14/19 I may have stared at him longer than I intended to but I hoped I wasn't being rude. "I.I'm sorry but I didn't understand a word you just said." I hoped he wasn't offended but I was truly confused by what he was saying.
Mackenzie 01/14/19 She can feel it. The hair on the back of her neck, the way her skin crawls. It is that sensation you get when there are eyes on you, like those of Big Brother or Doctor T. J. Eckleburg. It isn't quite friendly, nor hostile. There is no way it could be described as creepy. Simply watched. Observed. Mackenzie's icy stare is already sweeping, searching for her unoffensive offender.

And there he is. So far away, and yet near. She locks eyes with him, unsmiling as a huff of disturbed amusement escapes. This is a face she could never forget. Her memory of this man may be fleeting, but she knows him. And if he remembers her, he would remember her sh-tty sense of humor.

His kind are known for many things, but most important are two key senses: smell, and hearing. If she watches closely enough, she is sure she might catch a slight twitch of his nose. That isn't what she is after. Instead, Mackenzie's voice would quietly lilt, confident of his capabilities. "You're not getting any younger."
Sam Jenkins 01/13/19 Sam returned the gaze, near black met with yellow green. And when he hugged her so tightly, she let her arms squeeze hard around his neck. It didn't matter that it had been a lifetime since they'd seen each other. He had always held a part of her heart whether he knew it or not. She had loved him. Still did. Not in the squishy romantic way, but of family. Friendship. She highly doubted her ability to be 'in love' with anyone anymore but...yeah...he was still little Mal to her. Even if he wasn't anywhere near 'little' anymore.

When he pulled away from the hug, she planted a big, sloppy, wet kiss on his scarred cheek. And then gave him a grin that was a mirror of his own, though hers was much less charming. She just didn't have that way about her like he did.

Nodding in agreement. "Well, especially now that your actually old enough to drink and I don't have to lock my liquor away...definitely a drink and probably more than a few stories. You look like you have a tale or two, yourself, Mal."
Sam Jenkins 01/13/19 She knew him. Even if she didn’t recognize that once youthful face beneath all the scar tissue(which she did), his scent. His presence. Yeah, she would have known him anywhere. It had been...so long. Too long. He was obviously no longer the scrawny teen with little control who tried to hit on her at the Lycan’s Den. She’d changed. He had, well, grown up.

She gave him a sheepish grin as she slid her hands into her pockets, rocking back and forth on her heels and balls of her feet. There were very few people in the world that would make Sam want to be a hugger. Malek was one of those people. But he didn’t seem like he’d want a hug right now, Jen he her hands in her pockets.

”Would you believe I went on a beer run and got lost on the way back? It’s good to see you, Mal...”
Gyldi 01/12/19 Gyldi looked up and up and up into the face of the drunken man lumbering toward her, impossibly large and dangerously unaware. It made no difference to her, as he stepped through her intangible form, but she couldn’t help but watch as he shouldered through a woman with little regard to his surroundings. Steadying hands held her in place, and the spectral dog let out a snort as her head moved side to side.

The pair stood stock still, watching as he moved on with his day. The stranger set her hands in her pockets before letting out a shrill noise and turning them out in search of something. “Hey!” she called after the man, but he didn’t seem to hear. Gyldi’s head canted to the side, and she was forced to wonder if the man had been drunk at all, or just feigned it to gain some extra pocket change.
Livia Vlcek 01/10/19 *picks up Squirtle and runs*
Livia Vlcek 01/10/19 *does as he asks.. leaves the booze with him.. from midair*
*watches as the bottle crashes against the concrete, a river of whiskey flowing forth to carry Mr. Squirtle on it's waves* Don't care what I do huh? You sure?
*blows Malek a kiss*
*is dragged away by the surfing turtle*
Livia Vlcek 01/10/19 *takes back the bottle of whiskey and the smokes*
*turns to make a quick getaway*
*stands there while the turtle attempts to catch up................*
Livia Vlcek 01/10/19 *hands the man a bottle of Wild Turkey and a pack of smokes* How was your day?
*holds the leash to the baby turtle out towards Malek* Squirtle needs to go potty.. be a lamb?
Dita Morgenstern 01/10/19 Something glides across gaunt frame. There is pressure and then nothing. Garbled words. Dita turns to see a man, roughly her height with battered face ..but bulkier. Massive compared to most men she's ever seen. Gigantic compared to her. Laurel eyes narrow, skeletal fingers dust against her back pocket. The money she carries is gone. Limp tendrils of hair thrash suddenly as if her anger is attempting to manifest into something corporeal. Her fist balls, strikes forward at the man's throat.

"Don't touch me!"

You hit Malek for *** damage. You won the encounter!
Livia Vlcek 01/10/19 *makes cute sounds at the baby turtle*
*wanders off towards the pet shop*
*stops to get Malek a bottle of Wild Turkey and a pack of smokes on the way*
Livia Vlcek 01/10/19 *thinks the man will go perfectly with she and Adara's new business of banjo making.. from the skin and entrails of humans*
*Liv's dream date? Might be a 6'3" dirty blonde male that wasn't ashamed of interacting with her.. basically a god-damn unicorn.. who only had eyes for her. Again. A god-damn unicorn.*
Livia Vlcek 01/10/19 *toddles off with cute turtle to look for a rando to marry*
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Livia Vlcek 01/10/19 "That's what happens when you think, Milacku." Before the words could register with Malek, Livia started off towards the city at a dead run, cup of tea sloshing in her hand. Distance.. it made the heart grow fonder right?
Livia Vlcek 01/10/19 "Someone thinks you should die for scarring my face." Livia shared before taking a sip of her tea, the scent of cinnamon filled still healing nose. "Thoughts?"
Khellen 01/09/19 The woman’s stoic visage is almost imperceptibly marred by a slight widening of pale eyelids. She has trained in the sacred art of combat for almost three decades, perfecting her skills whilst developing the dexterity unique to those of Ademic birth. As a female, her flexibility has naturally proven superior to those males of shared culture. Never once in her life has she borne witness to such elasticity of the body; the man’s entire integral framework should simply cleave in his efforts, and the lack of self-ruination has her mind racing. Her heart pounds as she begins to realise that this man is not simply different , that perhaps his distinction borders on the abominable.

Khellen’s grip on the stranger’s wrist tightens. Distancing herself from this encounter is no longer an option: she must subdue the creature fully, lest he harm someone else. While she intends to learn of his intent before passing judgement, she cannot now imagine a scenario in which she will let him go freely.

His forehead rushes towards her face with frightening speed. Her nose, already thrice broken and visibly crooked to one peering closely, twinges in remembrance as she understands that this must be his target. Employing her own blessings of lithe pliancy Khellen rears backwards, though not nearly to the same dangerous degree as the stranger, and uses her firm grip on his wrist to force their hands above their shifting bodies. She gives this extremity a hard tug backwards, feeling the tension stretch the muscles of her right shoulder as she begins the attempt to offset his center of gravity.

While his hopefully fractured appendage flies to their left side, Khellen uses her now free hand to perform a second, enduring strike to his open chest. With her fingers extended, ready to strain against his body to further the impact of her open palm, she intends to maintain this pressure throughout her attack. If he somehow manages to thwart her efforts, she will use this palm to keep the stranger at bay- it never hurts to have a barrier between yourself and your assailant.

As the final piece to the puzzle that is her strategy, Khellen lifts her right leg- her left foot remains planted in the original Break Lion - and thrusts upwards between the man’s legs. With this strike to his groin, her hand on his pressing into his chest, and the forcing of his forward momentum over their heads, this strike should not only painfully incapacitate, but launch the man overhead and solidly down into the ground.
Aurora Austen 01/09/19 The shepherd had made a sound low in its throat; not quite a growl, but something akin to unease. Aurora was far from alarmed, but she and the creature had an understanding that went beyond the scope of human and canine companions. One of those wolf things, to put it plain. Zeus was uneasy, and so she had quietly raised her guard.

Relieved of the spork, Aurora gave the typical, pleasant reply to the stranger's gratitude, quite bemused but altogether unruffled. It certainly hadn't been the weirdest request she'd ever gotten.

The stranger ambled off, spork in tow, and Aurora quietly finished pumping the gas before hopping into the driver's seat, ruffling Zeus' thick neck of fur, and driving off.

For several miles down the road, she kept wishing she'd asked what on Earth he'd wanted a used spork for.
Aurora Austen 01/09/19 She'd been minding her own business, entirely zoning out while pumping gas into her truck, when the sound of a gruff voice caught her attention. Coming back to Earth, she glanced to her side to see a rough looking man approaching her. Right on cue, the head of a large German shepherd poked out of the open driver's side window to inspect the stranger, black nostrils twitching curiously. Smiling affably at the unfamiliar man, she heard him out. He had a coarse, discordant way about his speech, but she understood easily enough. The request drew first a grin, then a surprised chuckle from the willowy girl.

"A spork? Umm... hm. I might, actually."

Stepping forward and opening the passenger side, she lightly pushed on her dog to move him to the other seat, then leaned down and rummaged somewhere behind the door. From the sound of things, she had a lot of junk on the floor. Just as an empty bottle and an empty styrofoam box fell onto the pavement, a sound of success could be heard from within.

"Found one!" Straightening and closing the door behind her, she offered the mutant utensil to the man. However, she realized there was some dried lo mein noodles stuck to the plastic, so she quickly rubbed the spork on her denim clad leg before holding it out again.

"I would say it's gently used, but it would be a lie."
Sgrunn 01/09/19 Amber flecked verdant gaze lowered to peer at the smaller male that had approached the behemoth of a female, could see the wolfen creature dwelling just beneath the surface of his eyes as he regarded her like the outsider that she is even though he offered faint actions that bid greeting. And then he was offering his back as if she were nothing more than a pebble beneath his boot.

Had the massive female been younger, unsure of herself, that action alone would have caused a deep growl to rumble in the barrel of her chest and the female to reprimand the smaller male. Instead, a sound something akin of amusement escaped her, left corner of mouth pulling slightly into a bit of a smirk.

(Aww! You like me! You really like me! ^_^ Hehe thanks!)
Katarina Black 01/09/19 A slight twinge pierces her scalp causing her to jump and rub her head. She looks over her shoulder and sees a man holding a strand of her hair. "You know it's rude to pull a ladies hair" Katarina stated before poking her tongue out at him and walking away.
Khellen 01/09/19 Fleeting disappointment strikes as the man explodes into motion. She is prepared, of course, already shifting backwards into Break Lion at the first inkling of aggressive tension about his frame. While Khellen knows neither the man nor his aim, she had in fact hoped to communicate. Truth be told, she has grown quite tired of the constant threats to her person. Ah, well. Once a barbarian…

The man’s foot slams towards the ground once occupied by her left foot, now a secure support in the Ketan’s stance. She does not draw her blade, choosing instead to put a lifetime of hand-to-hand training to use in dismantling his attacks. She sees but one weapon; it is a small, sharp instrument whose purpose remains unknown. She has seen nothing like it before, although the intricacy of its design does not bode well for her safety, she is certain. This, she believes, is the main threat.

Khellen briefly considers ignoring the first of the man’s attacks; she cannot imagine what he hopes to gain by striking at her backside. The indecision passes swiftly as, seeing no weapon servicing this attack, she performs an open-palm strike with her left, non-dominant hand. Best case scenario: the man’s empty hand will be incapacitated, broken at the wrist. Worst case: should her strike miss or be diverted somehow, it will at least force this hand harshly away from her person.

The man’s stomp towards her foot should bring their bodies closer, and she intends to make use of his momentum. With her dominant right hand she grabs for the weapon-bearing appendage, hoping to close around his wrist and pull him towards her with a powerful yank. She will decide what to do with the stranger once she manages to subdue him.
Iva Herrera 01/09/19 She didn’t lack money. But she did know when she was being irresponsible with it the. Regardless, she stared in the jewelry store window, looking longingly at a few pieces. Feeling a beefy grip to her arm, she instinctively yanked away, glaring at the large man who touched her. Creep.

If she were a pretty girl? This f-ckin’ guy...A dark brow arched up, assessing him. Her arm still smarted where he’d grabbed her with his baseball-glove sized hands. Holding her purse tighter to her ribcage, she considered. Eyes narrowed. Wait a minute. Was this guy asking because he wanted to buy some chick jewelry? She had to bite back the laugh. That woman would need the largest rock in the joint. And then some. Plastering on a sickly sweet smile, she nodded and decided to indulge. Perhaps he was a bit ‘touched’. Hell, he talked like it. Pointing to the largest, most ornate cut piece of jewelry in the place, the one with a six-figure price tag, she said, “That one. If I were a pretty girl and if I wanted a man to buy me a piece of jewelry from here, that’d be it. Something that really sparkles, shows his true intentions without mucking it up with words.” The thing was, she wasn’t lying. Granted, she’d probably not want the most garish piece in there, but whatever. He bruised her bicep, he could shell out the big bucks for his lady friend.
Livia Vlcek 01/09/19 So fast and hard is the impact that the sound registers before the pain. Malek had brought that sh*t from Atlanta and it HURT. Livia's face flushed crimson as synapses fired, her own hand covering the exact spot Malek's hand made contact. Her jaw visibly sets, free hand trembling until it closed into a balled fist.

"Yea.." The Slayer growled through clench teeth, took careful steps away. "You too."

Were her eyes watering? Must be all the dust..
Livia Vlcek 01/09/19 "Sounds like a great idea.. Sir." Fair enough. Even if it was icky. And she had just kissed him. Livia sighed quietly and nodded her head. Stepping past the male, a casual glance backwards over her shoulder, she smiled a polite smile. She was going to go rinse her mouth out now. Disinfect. Shoot up. Something. "Enjoy your bubble gum chewing.. I'm going to go hang at Jacks' place. There's a kegerator of Snake Venom calling my name. Toodle loo.."
Livia Vlcek 01/09/19 She's known the male for a decade. Does he really dare ask that question of her? In all the years the two have interacted, he has never once chewed a piece of gum until now. A lopsided grin tugged at scarred cheek before pale lips pressed a kiss to his.. maybe contaminated.. tattered lips. "Because Milacku.. I know you. You do not chew bubble gum."
Livia Vlcek 01/09/19 Livia watched curiously as Malek ripped a piece of bubble gum from the back of his pants for Hope and.. put it in his mouth? Seriously? Gods only knew where that had come from.. and he put it in his mouth? A dry heave. Furrowed brow. Another gag.. which was most uncommon for the Slayer.. she managed to compose herself long enough to approach the male.. her male? Not if he was chewing used bubble gum from god knows where. Maybe. "Did you.. did you just.. did you just chew gum from the back of your pants? That wasn't yours.. Originally."

Yes, she'd include the word 'originally' because Malek would claim it was his since it was stuck to the ass end of his jeans.
Eloise Buchanan 01/09/19 Elle takes the wax and with fully extended fangs bites delicately down on the wax, then gently pulls the wax away to see a perfect impression of her teeth. She admires it for a while then looks back at the lycan a little perplexed before her brow clears.

“Oh, no, not the turtles. Their names are based on real artists. Michelangelo was a famous painter and sculptor, amongst other things. If you ever travel to Italy, be sure to track down some of his work, it is exquisite.”

She hands the wax back to him.

“Good luck with your art project, if you become rich and famous, don’t forget us little people. Thank you for not tearing my arms out of their sockets!”

She gives a cute little wave at the huge lycan as she turns to leave.
Hope Messinger 01/09/19 Hope saw what she needed on the back end of Malek's pants. She didn't know that Malek chewed gum and stuck it on his arse end. She would just have to collect the bounty off of his booty!The orders for a treasure hunt to liven the winter days had been proclaimed by Livia Vlcek.

She followed quickly behind Malek so she could tug the wad of dried bubble gum off of his butt.

"Hey wait up you got something I need real quick!" Hope approached him from behind and tugged the dried wad of bubble gum from his pants. She had a pair of Malek's clean pants with him if that failed. The gum wouldn't budge from her tugging. "I need that blasted bubble gum for a treat for someone. Just change your pants in that bathroom and I will take the pants and the bubble gum!"

Hope held up the pants for Malek. "I need that bubble gum now!"
Khellen 01/09/19 Khellen watches the stranger approach with equal parts trepidation and curiosity. She knows there is something different about him; this Realm to which she has been banished veritably teems with such creatures. Dangerous? she inquires silently, for her demonic counterpart seems quite knowledgeable in the ways of this domain. His sneering response is quite wholly unhelpful, so with an inward shrug she steels her gaze whilst sliding her right hand towards the pommel of her blade.

The words leaving the man’s mouth are unlike anything she has heard before. She can swear that some of these terms belong within the common tongue, but the vast majority are completely unknown. Even though she knows that he will not understand, the Ademic signals are quick to her left hand. Apology. Caution. With a face devoid of emotion, she capitulates to his barbarism with a single, strangely accented word:

“Again?”
Genesis 01/09/19 ~squints her eyes at him. She knows what he up to. "My breath does not stink. Maybe you should eat all the gum. Lemme help." She grins, slamming the gum unto his mouth, hoping to break a tooth.
Eloise Buchanan 01/09/19 Elle grinned so wide trying not to laugh directly at the Lycan. She was pretty sure she should be afraid, and doubly sure she was pissing him off. But for some reason, she found the odd situation highly amusing. Maybe Gabriel was right, she did need to be amongst her own kind and well, others. He was definitely ‘other’.

“First off you can dial back the attitude. You asked me for help. Second, art project you say? Well then, who am I to stand in the way of you being the next Michelangelo! Hand your stupid wax over and let’s get this show on the road.”

Elle held out an elegant hand, waiting for the ball of wax, never taking her eyes off the male.
Sabrina Thorn 01/09/19 She stopped and turned. Looking at him curiously. Why would he ask me for a marble. Do I have sure.. what they used for total other story. "Aye I have one!" Hands one over of onyx color with a hint of purple. "Careful they hurt!" She turns back on her heels and heads off.
Mack Williams 01/08/19 All he could do was stand there face to face with the guy. Catching the odd word. Scratching his beard he raises an eye brow.Confusion sets in for a moment as he couldnt help but decipher what was said... Potion? Well that could be arranged. He ruffles through his pocket and looks back at the guy. Pulling out a vile about a inch long. "Dude, this sh!t is potent. It will grow hair anywhere. I mean ANY where" Holds it out.
Eloise Buchanan 01/08/19 Elle looks up sharply, the smell of lycan strong in her nostrils. The male is huge, she likes huge, and probably intimidating except she immediately thinks the same thing she thinks whenever she meets anyone new. What would they taste like? She salivates just a little then shakes her head. Did he just ask what she thinks he asked? He requested her to…what? Bite on some wax?

“Have you lost your mind? Why on earth would I do that?”

She makes sure he can see her extended fangs as she speaks. No easy feat, she’s nicked her own lip a time or two before she got the hang of it.
Johnny Kells 01/04/19 Johnny gives the burly male the once over. He saw the man's nostrils flare as if his own measure is taken for a funeral shroud.

Johnny's hands close over the small gun in his pocket. He managed to piss off a Lycan new to Azhi. His warm greetings were ignored and that alone told him that his arse was in deep Sh!t with the man.

The man made it quite clear in his grabbled speech that Hope was under his protection. He smiled like a cheshire cat as the small pistol in his pocket disappeared and found it's way into the small of Hope's back.

"Quite right....merely curious of course. Is she quite precocious. I have dealt with the offspring of a witch and vampire. Their grandchildren as well.....If anyone hurts her trust me I knew a few tricks to make them wish they hadn't." Johnny's fingers felt itchy and he opened his knapsack and pulled out a bottle of Wild Turkey followed by a carton of smokes.

"Here's welcome gift for you. I will go make myself known to Hope. Does she go to school? I can teach her a bit of magic...." He bit his tongue on the word magic. "I was a magic maker...arcane stuff." Johnny looked nervously at the burly male. "No worries Hope is with me. I just hate guns."
Will Summers 01/04/19 Blues took in the larger form of the male that stood, hulking, before her, a quiver coursing the length of spine and settling in shoulders, but not one of fear and submission. Instead, hands came to grip at the tops of her own arms, nails, slightly thicker, digging into the lightly tanned flesh of her upper biceps as Willow trembled a bit more, perhaps from anticipation, or agitation due to hunger no longer being asuaged by the usual means.

"How d'ya not just.. tear this world apart, Mal? A good fight o'a fck used't make these urges go away... But now..... Ah'm so f'ckin hungry and not even bloody fckin eatin practically raw steak is helpin curb the need for flesh."

It seemed the beast-blessed Summers needed guidance from one that came before her. He seemed more versed in such a duality.
Johnny Kells 01/04/19 "Welcome back and Welcome to Azhi Dahaka! Do you know why there is a kid roaming the hall and packing a gun? I go to Cancun for conference with a few friends. Does Livia know she has a kid in the compound?" Johnny felt like an ass. But kids needed an adult and they needed to be looked after. "Is she okay? Is she any trouble?"
Hope Messinger 01/03/19 It wasn't her fault that the owner of the nearest Liquor store had given her three bottles of his finest Wild Turkey Whiskey! She had prevented a burglary by shooting the robber in his behind! She knew Malek had ranked, so he was going to get one of the three bottles. "I see you ranked! Have a good swig on this Wild Turkey!"
Livia Vlcek 01/03/19 N? Livia glanced over her shoulder at her erstwhile husband with a devious grin. He was obviously not impressed but why? She told him where laces were located. What was the problem? Did he want to have a longer conversation? Livia stopped and turned.

"Yes, Milacku?" Before he could answer, slender fingers were running his pockets in their search for a cigarette and found one. A lighter produced from her own pocket, the familiar scratch of metal across flint, flame found the tip of the short, unfiltered cigarette. Inhale. Exhale. A plume of smoke filled the space between. "Did you need something else?"
Hope Messinger 01/03/19 It wa Malek to the rescue yet again. Hope jumped off of the cot in the musty cell. The sound of crashing doors resounded in her little ears as her deep brown hues look up into Malek's feral eyes. He was in full Lycan Alpha Mode. His few curt announced her freedom and she followed him out of the cell. Her wings unfolded and she lifted herself up from the ground.

She wodered if she was the only little angel who had such strong and fierce protector. She followed behind him. She kept watch behind him. She knew the pack drill and she knew the closest Azhi safehouse.
Genesis 01/03/19 ~strolls up to her fellow Lycan and crew-mate with a grin, shoving a bottle of Wild Turkey and some cigars into his meaty hands~
"Congrats on the rank up...you deserve this bottle to celebrate! As for the cigars, I got them from Dexters stash. I know nothing of whether they are good or not. Enjoy though!"
Hope Messinger 01/03/19 You managed to break out Malek. Hope kicked in his cell door with a batting ram. "We gotta haul butt out of here! Who stole your shoe laces?"
Livia Vlcek 01/02/19 A single brow raises as she sips on a red bull. Was he still working that bottle of tequila? Hey, it wasn't the best but it did the job didn't it? Livia got a partial night's rest (and an impromptu reminder why she avoided red meat) and Malek.. well.. did what Malek did best.

"They took your laces? Who took your laces?" The hell. "Did you get 5150'd?" Sometimes she wonders if he needs to be. "I think there is a spare set in the kitchen drawer, Milacku."

A soft smile, Livia pats the male's shoulder and wanders off looking for her smokes and maybe a bottle of good tequila.
Hope Messinger 01/02/19 Hope noted the nervous laugh as Liv her the folded up flyer to her and she was nudged toward Malek. She listened very intently to Liv's advice.

"You know who would be a really good person to ask about all this? Malek. Malek will know what to do. Just show him that flyer with the nude man and um.. mention the gun stuff. I.. I need to go look up schools. You sure you want to go to a private school? I mean, we don't need to ship you off to one. Just be sure to do your homework. I hear that homework counts for like 90 percent of your grade these days or something."

"I do my homework. I am working at a third grade level." She wanted to say higher but she didn't want to upset Liv. She'd been tested out at a higher IQ. Angelics did come with some smarts because Father saw to that right away. They came out ahead of most people. She kept her mouth an glanced toward Malek. She looked at the flyer of Mr. Yoshima. She wondered who get the worst of it. Malek was all brawn and street smarts. But that demon was too damn smart and she had given him a pair of pants to cover up with.

She stepped over to Malek with the flyer and thrust it at him. "Liv told me to see you about this flyer...Someone gave it to me and said this guy did lap dances. What's a lap dance? I also need a real gun. I have a small ladies's derringer. Can you find me another gun?"
Livia Vlcek 12/30/18 Cigarettes, whiskEy, Malek's heady scent in sensitive nose, Livia leans back against broad chest and snuggles in while pale eyes track multicolored candies on the smartphone screen. He's talking about New Year's Eve, drinking, being alone.. together.. and she's almost oblivious in her altered state. But his warmth feels wonderful. Livia feels safe.

"What time?" Her gaze doesn't falter from the game as a slender finger swipes to match colored candies. "What should I bring?" Disconnected? Slightly. BUT! Livia is aces at multitasking. "Where's your house?" An eye may have twitched having to ask THAT question. "Will I need a passport to reach it?"

It's not that she doesn't care for the Lycan. She cares deeply.. maybe too deeply.. for an 'erstwhile spouse' and 'sporadic lover'. And how does Livia deal with being another thot or friend with benefits? Not well. While she needs him, she really does, the Slayer will instead pretend she doesn't and stay high. Because feelings.. that and he made no mention of the gift she gave him for Christmas. Which she felt had been a touching and thoughtful gift. And it hurts.. like woah. No pressure Malek. Jerk.

Really she's just upset he didn't acknowledge her gift.

#Inmyfeelings.
#Habits
Hope Messinger 12/27/18 Hope dropped her ill-gotten gains on stone floor of the dungeon's long corridor. Malek was going at a quicker pace then her littler legs could carry her. She felt her little wings unfold and she lifted herself up to keep up with him. He was keeping a wary eye out for other guards or enemies of any kind. She knew he was in full Alpha Lycan mode and an Alpha Wolf was to be obeyed at all times.

She picked up on his wary and watchful looks about for possible trouble for him or her. Her small battle spear finds it's way to her small hand. She knows he is suppressing the 'beast' within himself to keep her safe from harm. She heard his words spoken to her. The words 'earned' and 'right' made sense to her.

"Like respect and trust need earn'g? I gotcha!"

She kept a very watchful eye from her position behind him. "Makes sense." Her little wings kept her aloft as Malek led the way.

"You got my trust and respect."
Hope Messinger 12/27/18 Hope looked up at Malek. His eyes narrowing at her and he mouth formed an O. He admonished her for her cussing. " I 'm sorry. No more cussing.. " Her face went a bright red and she looked down on the ground. "I promise." Big people were so confusing at times. " Do you cuss? "
Hope Messinger 12/26/18 Hope had been sitting in her cell along with her ill-gotten goods. One bottle of Vodka, a small pair of Doc Martens (steel toes) for a kid and a pair of daggers. Malek had kicked in the heavy, reenforced door. The Lycan in Malek was strong, swift and deadly. Hope tosses the bottle of Vodka to Malek, gathers up the rest of her loot and follows him out of the dungeon.

"Those steel-toed sh!tkickers really do work!" She piped as she followed Malek.
Hope Messinger 12/26/18 You managed to bust out Malek. Hope used a pick lock on Malek's cell. "Come on!"
Hope Messinger 12/25/18 Hope thought long and hard about an appropriate Christmas present for Malek. A big box contained a pair of black jeans and a soft tan sweater. She had robbed her piggy bank for the gift. She left it outside his door and an envelope containing the receipt if the items needed to be exchanged.
Livia Vlcek 12/24/18 Christmas. It had been Livia's favorite holiday so long ago.. it still might actually be. Once upon a time she would have showered her loved one in lavish gifts; now, the young woman knew the male wasn't fond of such things. So she settled on something that was actually the first gift she ever gave to Malek.. a practical gift at that.

Approaching the male quietly, Livia said nothing and instead offered the gift and a small smile. The wrapping paper was simple.. a heavy brown paper that she hand decorated with bits of holly, small pine cones.. all secured with brown twine. The label attached a heavy card stock.. gold in color.. with 'Merry Christmas, Malek' written in a flourished script.

Inside, Malek would find a single pair of black Doc Marten ten eye, steel-toed boots.
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Livia Vlcek 12/24/18 His. It was strange to hear. Maybe she never really stopped being.. His. Oceans of time had come between the two but one thing was for certain, with him she had always 'belonged'. Whether it was simple friendship or more, the woman had always felt anchored by Malek. Even in tumultuous times, there was a calm in knowing he was near. Still.. she would still tease Malek with her reply. "Maybe.."
Livia Vlcek 12/23/18 She was just minding her own business really.. not trying to disturb him.. and maybe high as fvck. With a quiet laugh, pale eyes turned their attention to something.. maybe a butterfly.. just as solid frame hit willowy one. A sudden gasp, a tangle of limbs, Livia hit the ground with a solid thud. Ow. "Hi..." a soft laugh. "Fancy meeting you here.."
Livia Vlcek 12/23/18 A half-c*cked grin upon scarred visage, eyes heavy, Livia arched a single brow at Malek as she passed by. A sideways glance given, the smile deepened. He seemed to doing quite well in his training. She'd tell him later though.. when he wasn't busy.
Summer 12/20/18 “Many congrats on ranking, Malek. Hard work does indeed pay off.” She smiled brightly, lightening the intensity of her dark eyes. She brought nothing but good wishes, not knowing the enigmatic man at all. That was how Azhi did- enigmatic, slightly frightening, and loyal. “I’d have brought a bottle, but I don’t know what you prefer! Champagne? Whiskey? San Pellegrino?” She laughed lightly to herself, imagining the tall man sipping sparkling water. Hey, anything was possible.
Genesis 12/20/18 ~opened her door and nearly knocked over the bottle sitting on the floor. She knelt down and picked it up, pulling the card with it and looking it over. Wow...Malek had impeccable handwriting. She then looked over the bottle. It made her smile. However, she wondered if this was a trap. Her paranoia popping up slightly. But who was she kidding? This was a great gift and she would enjoy it, even share it with Malek if she spotted him around anywhere.~
Hope Messinger 12/20/18 Hope had found a hidden cache of someone's big bottles. Adult sure had a thing for them. She left a cache of 3 bottles in a basket with a note attached XMAS gift for you in childish handwriting. New familiar Hilary hated the big bottles and she had helped her clear out the secret store of big bottle.
Livia Vlcek 12/20/18 *salacious grin* Oh yes.. I'm very green. I'll use it over and over and over and over again.
Livia Vlcek 12/20/18 AWWWWW!! You're so sweet, milacku! But you know how I am after a late night of binge drinking. *grabs his red bull* You should probably just give me the whole thing.
Hope Messinger 12/20/18 She hears a huff and a small laugh from the man. He nods his head very slowly as he releases her small hand. If his voice was gruff sounding to her. It was pleasent to know she had a new friend. 'I will tell you."
Hope Messinger 12/19/18 She understood his gesture as he gently pressed a gnarled thumb into her palm. She took her other hand and pressed a small thumb into his other gnarled thick fingered hand. If he offered her a distant, slightly confused look. She ignored it and she smiled up at the stocky man. "Friends!"
Hope Messinger 12/19/18 She watches as a stock, scarred man who approaches her very slowly. She looked up at his scarred visage and she smiled warmly at him. She nodded as she listened to him speak to her. She understood his words very clearly. "Thank you. I'm Hope." She offered him her small hand. "You're special!"
Genesis 12/19/18 ~she smiled, it was almost heartfelt~
"Wow...that's the most I've heard you say in one sittin'...And I don't care what you think of me. I have nothing to prove to you or anyone else. I was testing you. Testing your limits, mentally, verbally. I guess I came at you all little ball of rage because I have seen how you treat people. It irritated me. I wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine. No, not mature in the least, but oh so fun. I never do this kind of thing, like, ever, until now."
~She stood straight, her firearms shifting under her jacket uncomfortably.~
"You certainly give as good as you get. I guess you are one of those people that grows on you, if at all. I will stop harassing you and goading you. Hot damn was it fun though. Take my offer of friendship or not. Dun care. You're loss really. So, I guess at this point, if we aint having drinks, I will bid you good evening."
~She offered him a tooth, viscous grin, her pearly canines gleaming in the darkness, bits of gold flecks showing in her hazel eyes.~
Will Summers 12/19/18 It was such an odd, and rather rare, sight to see the hulking male behind the bars of the dim, dingy dungeon cell. So rare, in fact, that the darkly crowned female couldn't help but to blink and tilt her head to the side with this faint sort of dumbfounded look upon her soft facial features. It was as if Will couldn't quite understand why he hadn't Hulked it up and ripped the door to the cage off and casually strolled on out. Did Liv tell him not to? Either way, it was absolutely wrong to see the male within such confinement, his large frame making the cell look positively small about him.

Fingers reached into the long, dark locks of her hair and pulled forth a couple of bobby pins, tugging and straighening the bits of coated wire until they were in a line, one being perched between her lips and the other aimed at the small keyhole.

"I'll have ye out inna mo', Mal." The soft, dulcet tones of the svelte female utters around the pin between her lips, dropping to a knee so that pale, faintly glowing blues had the lock at the height of her eyes. A look of concentration paints quite the visual of her, fingers diligently shifting this way and that with the bit of sturdy wiring until, after a few failed attempts, there is a bit of a CHINK and bars are rendered useless as she stands up, pocketing the useful items into her leather jacket and opens the door.

You managed to break out Malek.

"C'mon, Mal. Ya behind bars ain'ta good look fer ya, yeah? Le's go." Willow companionably murmurs, holding the door of the cell open for the brutish male.
Genesis 12/19/18 Congrats on the new rank big guy!
Genesis 12/19/18 The man nearly has her in stitches with every word that comes out of his mouth.
"I'm getting the feeling you are all brawn, no brains. Come on, Malek. I only wanted to make friends. We are crew, we are pack. No laws saying we cant be social, have fun, poke fun, and even challenge each other."
She inhales some of the smoke from his cancer stick. Its not unpleasant, but it was never her thing.
"If ya cant laugh every once in a while, and continue to be such a jerk about everything, no one's gonna warm up to you. And you have to admit, there is a reason we come together in a crew. Its home. Everyone wants a home. It makes us stronger. So, how bout we stop this p!ssing contest and grab a drink or 10. I'd rather get to actually know you rather than keep up with taking jabs at you. I really would prefer to not lose my temper. Wouldn't be pretty for either of us."
~She looked over the area for a moment~
"Know of a place to grab a few drinks around here? Or would you rather go skulking about on your own again?"
Dexter Gein 12/19/18 Congrats homie on the new shiny rank.
Genesis 12/19/18 ~once more Genesis burst out in near hysterical laughter at Maleks 'conclusion' of her state of being.~
"Oh, Malek, you are too funny. And so so blind. Very simple minded. Totally testosterone driven. Its the basic instinct of most males, especially of our kind, the beastly kind."
~she continued chuckling, wiping a tear from her eye. She hadn't had a full on belly laugh like that in a while.~
"When you grow up a little, you might start understanding the world as it is, past the immature and beastly nature. I know how hard being a wolf is, I went through that stage in my teens. You'll get past it in a few years."
~She finished up her laughing, though would think back on this entire conversation later and have another good laugh on it.~
"I appreciate the offer, despite your fear. Though rest assured my mate fulfills his end of the pact just fine and I am well sated. Perhaps it is you who needs to get his dip-stick a little wet. Might improve that attitude of yours."
~she snickered more, trying to keep it under her breath.~ "Come on now...care to kick back some booze with me, or are you gonna keep up the macho man routine?"
Genesis 12/19/18 ~she chuckled, then that chuckle turned into a full out laugh, not something Genesis does often.~
"You are truly priceless, Malek. I offer no threats, only truths. As I am sure your words ring true as well."
~She is itching now, to let the wolf out, chew him up, and sh!t him out at a later date, but then, that's probably the irritation of the lack of booze. And falling behind on her training at the moment. She's spent too much time talking. Not her strong suit.~
"Well, Malek, we will have to sit down and get drunk together. I mean it. This...conversation...has been fun, and enlightening. I've got a clearer picture of you. Good things to know. Now...I need a drink."
~She offered him a quirky smile, letting the man take his leave if he so wished.~
Genesis 12/19/18 ~Genesis quirked an eyebrow~
"You can be pretty full of yourself sometimes, you know that? Someone is gonna knock you down a peg or two. Its inevitable."
~she snorted out a small laugh. The former Marine and current mercenary in her, along with the wolf within, sort of wished he'd test his limits with her. However, things would get messy. She didnt want to compromise anything within the crew, or cause discord among the ranks.~ "Just a word of warning...watch your step."
She gave the statement a firm nod of her head.
"I'm out of booze now. That needs to be remedied."
Genesis 12/19/18 ~she managed to smile through his laugh. It was genuine, and she liked that.~
"Well, then hopefully we can be friends, with no complications. Liv would get a little out of sorts if we tore up the Azhi house in a brawl."
~She kept a small smile on her lips, reaching for what little was left of her tequila to finish it off. This guy might not be so bad after all. Confronting it head on was definitely the way to go. And it felt good. Letting the wolf rise to the surface a bit, for one who kept her beast in check unless needed.~
Genesis 12/19/18 ~she offered a smile, though it wasn't quite so friendly.~
"If you want to help your 'mate', you train. Right now, you are kind of low man on the totem. I mean, I could take you down with no problem."
~She said this with a matter of fact shrug. His arrogance annoyed her.~ "You may have been something back in the day, but not so much anymore. I don't see you as no Alpha, and sniffing around Livs skirts don't make you anymore important than anyone else."
~Okay, so that came out harsh. The wolf in her was annoyed with his take on things. She really usually would never get so up in arms over something like this. It was the rudeness he had shown others, and his arrogance, that irritated her. Some people were just like that, she tried telling herself. They couldn't help it, or didn't mean to come off that way. With Malek, however, she couldn't tell. So her own brute force shown through. She stood her ground, waiting to see what path he would follow in this little conversation.~
Genesis 12/19/18 ~She watches him closely for subtle things. The wolf in her catching each twitch of muscle, each movement.~
"Whiskey...not a huge fan, but you seem to have no problem taking what I offer."
~He then takes the coffee. She hadn't expected that. She offered him a choice. Her lip snarls just very slightly, but she is sure he could see it. Its a look of dissatisfaction.She withholds comment for now, offering up something more...pleasant.~
"You train as much as I do. Its good to see someone putting their back into it."
~Its a compliment, really, no matter how bland it sounded. The other voice in her head isnt so kind.~
Genesis 12/19/18 ~She came upon the male, her backpack slung over her shoulder~
"Training as always, Malek? Can I offer you some refreshment?"
~She pulled from her bag a bottle of tequila and a thermos of coffee, holding them up to the large man~
"Tequila or military grade coffee...you're choice."
Livia Vlcek 12/16/18 Is he eating a creme filled doughnut? Why had she not checked for any apple filled?! Livia looks to her croissant with mild disdain. It's still delicious.. but not as delcious as a doughtnut filled with spiced apples could be. Pale pools narrow on Malek's doughnut then the bag.

"Well good morning to you too.." Her hand searches the bag for that powdered sugar and cinnamon delight that holds oh so delicious apple pie filling. It truly is Livia's favorite doughnut, more than the maple bacon kronuts she gets from the local bakery. Annnd, there isn't one. Who orders doughnuts and skips those.. seriously! Even if Malek probably wasn't the one to order them. His last words though, cause a brow to raise in question. "The real fun?"

She points to her nose, the two black eyes she has. "So this was just play pretend?" A laugh. "A friendly spar.. of course." Livia grabs the whole bag, her coffee, and starts towards the bath. "If we are really going to spar.. I'm going to need all of this then. Dekuji, Pane."

A foot kicks back, slams her bedroom door shut. Pushing buttons? Why not.. it'll make their spar all the more sweet.
Livia Vlcek 12/16/18 His eyes, they're quite telling in their gaze but not when it came to his Beast. The fact that his chest is rising and falling labouriously, though, concerns Livia. Does she run? Nah. After Malek speaks, the Slayer is fairly certain the Lycan is under control. Though, one time..

"Breakfast?" A single, dark brow raises in inquiry, pale eyes leaving the male long enough to study the coffee and the.. bloodstained bag? Now, Livia isn't weak of stomach when it comes to blood and gore. She might even be fond of the taste. But a complete stranger's blood is on that bag. And the paper is thin. But to not eat would be insulting to the kind gesture. She steels her stomach. "Yes, of course."

The case she carries finds the floor, the knapsack follows suit. Without reservation, Livia claims a cup of coffee and hands the other to Malek, genuine smile tugging at scarred lips. "So what did I miss hm?" She's cut off by a delicious bite of croissant, chewing slowly, she savours the taste of butter.. and blood. "Anything new or exciting, Milacku?"
Livia Vlcek 12/15/18 Livia is, well, not in her room. The woman had been on hiatus, 'working', away from Azhi. So imagine to her surprise, and amusement, the stocky male standing at her door, hands full and attempting to gain entrance to her room. A silent 'awww.. he brought coffee AND doughnuts' dances across damaged psyche; it softens cerulean hues and scarred visage. Curious as how this will play out, the Slayer hangs back and watches the temperamental Lycan from around the corner.

Coffee spilled.

More coffee spilled.

Even more coffee spilled.

She's trying not to laugh and doing an incredible job holding it back when a loud thud sounds out. Another thud arrives just as she snorts. Patience is waning on Malek's part, the ability to restrain any laughing outbursts is waning on Livia's part. Still she does not move or make a sound because, let's face it, this could get highly comical.. even if it does get expensive.

BOOM! The door flies inward at remarkable speed, crashes into the wall while the frame is left dangling in splinters. Yup. Sort of what she expected to be honest.

"You rang, Milacku?" Livia steps over the puddle of coffee on the hall floor.. nonchalantly of course.. and into the room, avoiding the sharp pieces of wood that hang from above. "Something smells delicious.. how is your day going, Sir."

Her lips are pressed tightly together, still trying to hold back the laugh that shakes lithe frame.
Mackenzie 12/14/18 Of all the things she had expected, it certainly was not this. Mackenzie finds herself staring down a familiarly traumatized visage, unsure of what might actually be happening. Is there something on her face? Did she not wash the bits of human flesh from her hair? Is there lipstick on her teeth? Frowning, those icy blues fail to falter.

Staring contest? It's on.

Arms crossing as she finds herself in a murky, bizarre situation, she is observant as he takes his zealous drink. And then, he points.

"Not today, tiny Satan," she mutters before the explanation is given. Dropped her pocket? So confused is Mackenzie that she would find her hands quickly moving to her backside, copping a feel if only to ensure her jeans hadn't fallen apart to give a free show to the Realm.

How f-cking embarrassing.

Head at an odd angle as she tries to observe her own behind, the lycan would be gone when she straightens up. "What the f-ck..."
Addison 12/13/18 *sniffs*
"You smell of old Realm, but new Azhi. Welcome. On the latter part. Oh, and if you need anyone or thing hexed, cursed, or generally tormented, drop me a line!"
*scampered off to do the weird things she does*
Livia Vlcek 12/11/18 Unnnnngh.. *pelvic thrusts against the male*
*laughs and staggers off*
*might have had too much to drink and over medicated*
Livia Vlcek 12/09/18 She allows his hand to guide her head until she's staring deeply into those viridian depths she found herself lost in so many years previous. The green eyes that have haunted her for so long. Again her teeth press deeply into her lower lip.. this time to bite back what she wants to say and instead offers him..

"Small children? Endangered baby animals? What are we talking about here.. Milacku? How much is this adventure going to cost me?" Her last question is double in its meaning, isn't it. A laugh. She's missed him. The roughness of his hands. His scent. His face. Livia gives a subtle wink of a single cerulean hue. "Maybe you can show me, hm?"

Lissome fingers rest gently on the sharp angles of his face as scarred lips press a single, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. Only then does the hand that cups his cheek move to pull his hand free of her head and lithe frame is in motion towards her room. He can follow or he can go about his previous activities of ripping things apart. Or whatever it is that Malek does while she's doing her 'thing'.
Livia Vlcek 12/09/18 Chimnies, these two. Her weight shifts noticeably from one steel toe boot to the other, the hand that holds her coffee remains before her. Malek is relaxed in posture, so Livia is. But the ever mercurial Lycan can change demeanor as quickly as channels on a television, much like Livia can.

"Ravenous hm?" A quiet chuckle escaped the woman. He always did have that swagger, didn't he. She's asked this question of herself many times since his return. And then he's moving into her space. Baby blues soften, their gaze lingers for but a moment on his bright eyes then find well striated chest. Uncomfortable? No. She's smart. To stare too long would be a challenge to the Beast that shares Malek's psyche. "For what?"

The words are simple in their sibilation yet not.
Livia Vlcek 12/09/18 Darin? Who is Darin?

Cerulean pools narrow momentarily as Livia scrutinises Malek, her hand coming up to pull the cigarette away from damaged pout as tendrils of smoke drift lazily between the two. Maybe he meant 'darling'. Sure. Of course that's what he meant. Speech impediments.. tricky thing these.

"And if I stay?" She lingers there, polished ivories drifting across plump lower lip as she questions him. What will they discuss? The weather? The intricate flavours of coffee laced with caramel and tobacco? The corner of her mouth hitches higher, the half-c*cked grin cutting upwards in harsh manner. "Tell me, Milacku, how has your day been so far? Did you sleep well?" A sip taken of her own coffee. "Are you hungry?"

She might have five chicken nuggets to spare..
Livia Vlcek 12/09/18 The corner of scarred pout hitches at her.. at Malek's grin. The simple word is telling, he's appreciative and probably very excited to have a warm cuppa in large hands. She assumes this since the male's heady scent has been laced with nothing but cigarettes, his whiskey and her.. much blood since he's arrived. The Slayer is in a transitory state and the Lycan has been assisting her through some hardships. But she's going to be just fine.

Another nod of her head, the Slayer moves gently past the busy Lycan but casts a glance back to h.. the male. "You're welcome, Sir. Figured you could use a cup." A sly smile. "Be seeing you."
Livia Vlcek 12/09/18 Pale eyes regard the male for many moments. She says nothing, instead a non-filter cigarette is left dangling from pale lips. He's been training hard and she is proud of him, his determination. With a short nod, an acknowledgement.. of him.. his perseverance, Livia's hand extends to offer Malek a large paper cup filled with very hot coffee. She might have been nice enough to add a touch of caramel and cream, just to give his senses a more complex experience.

Who said Livia couldn't be nice.. respectful..
Will Summers 12/09/18 He seemed distracted for but a moment, his eyes seemingly far away as he wrestled with something within him. When he returned to himself and began to move once more, the female cants her head to the side yet again, curious of the larger male's reactions.

"It speaks to you, doesn't it? The Beast, I mean." Will is speaking, broaching such a subject that she, herself, has been experiencing since she had returned from that sojourn with Death and came to be how she is now. Without thought to her next words, and perhaps the little female was so close to the surface that human counterpart couldn't quite filter them, she speaks.

"Den Mother has been helping me a little where my litter mates can't. They don't understand but Den Mother does." Her blood siblings weren't that far apart in age from her, so she supposed they could be her litter mates.

Blinking a bit, the human counterpart comes back to herself, a little more lucid and gives a slight shrug of her shoulders. "Right-o then. Methinks I've pestered ya enough, yeah? So welcome to the Sanc, or... welcome back? Either way. Den Mother's happy, if ya know what t'look for. Fck, I'm hungry. Time to go. Cheers, mate!" And then Willow's sauntering away, hands in pockets and nearly salivating at the thought of fresh meat.

What an odd female.
Will Summers 12/08/18 It was quite odd to be amongst the living as, well, a living being; breathing, warm, a little breakable but far more hardy than a normie. It was still odd. Urges she had never experienced, even when she had been one of the Undead plague, bid her to rend and hunt and devour, so it was difficult to be around others that could be deemed as prey. The beast within mental stasis rumbled within prison, pacing too and fro, chomping at the bit, so to speak, to shed human guise and roam with claw and fang in furred, lean body.

The darkly crowned woman had hesistated as she had begun to leave, yet the opening of the door had her giving pause to turn and face the hulking figure that soon made itself known. Malek. The scent of sweat and exertion, stale smoke and bourbon culminated in this... sort of ambrosia that had beast rumbling an appreciative keen within her mind, stealing the breath from human counterpart's lungs and a soft croon of sound escaping human vocals.

Head cants to the side and pale blues seemed to, briefly, loose that little bit of hue, becoming luminescent chips of arctic chill, taking in the very features put on display of masculine prime; a Beast barely tethered to human guise. Curiousity bid her to view every inch that lay exposed in bunches of scar and carved musculature, scrutinizing the male that, clearly, towered over her short frame of 5'2", hands wanting to poke and touch yet they were soon stuffed into the pockets of open leather jacket to keep from doing such an action.

And then he was speaking, the rumbling timbre of his voice bidding the attention of female afflicted human, or was it human afflicted female? Either way, he captured her attentions and she looks up, those glacial hues locking onto the glowing gaze of his own, nostrils barely flaring as she continued to drink in the scent that drifted from the hulking figure. Then he looked as though he were expecting something.

Oh, right.

"Haven't really made rounds yet t'greet fellow Pack. My sister has been helpin' me to... keep control, though she doesn't quite understand. She tries. Liv's been helpin' some, too. Seems more knowledgable in some things that, perhaps she shouldn't? Dunno. And, no, yer not expected t'do anythin'. Jus' thought I'd pop round n'say 'hello.' So, hello." Gone was the timid female of before, and in her place was a sassy little thing in ripped jeans and leather jacket.
Will Summers 12/07/18 It was a week before the darkly crowned woman finally made it around to greet the newcomer. Or the not-so-newcomer, returner....whatever it was. Wait, had it really been a week since this particular individual had returned to the Realm? Eh, either way, Will thought it best to greet a fellow Sanc member.

Each soft, booted footfall drew the young woman closer, but something prickled at her skin and made her give pause for but a moment, instinct causing a shiver of unease to tremble down her spine and a barely audible keen to rumble in the woman's throat, and she might have turned back, heeded instinct, if she weren't so stubborn that is. Clearing her throat and composing herself once more, she carried onward, approaching a door and giving a light rap of her knuckles upon it, awaiting any sort of response.

If he were there, she would give a simple greeting, resisting the urge to shrink down upon herself and turn, belly up, and simply speak. "Eh.. Oh. You're there, yeah? Right then. Hello, name's Will. Thought I'd come by n'say 'hello'. Er. Right then. Well, I'll be on my way, yeah?" Cue awkwardness and then she's on her way back from whence she came.
Livia Vlcek 12/06/18 *leaves a tomato on his pillow while he sleeps*
Summer 12/03/18 She was in a foul mood, one that she’d been in for several months. It clung to her much like the smoke around her clothes from the fire she’d had out back earlier. Rolling her shoulders, she let it go. There were far more important things to do, like stop by and say hello to the newest additions to the crew. Popping her head in, she beamed a toothsome smile and wiggled her fingers. “Hello! A belated welcome to Azhi! I’m Summer and can be found in and around.”
Genesis 12/03/18 ~smiles to her fellow lycan, a devious glint in her hazel eyes~
"Yes, nothing beats taking someone, or something, apart...piece by piece. Oh, the noises they make! Fun times!"
Genesis 12/03/18 So how does it feel to be back? The bloody knuckles, the aching muscles, the unyielding desire to stab someone in the eye?
Livia Vlcek 12/02/18 *thinks she's winning until she arrives home* Fvck.
*slips off to another hidey hole she has, pouting the whole way*
Livia Vlcek 12/02/18 *wanders up with her +2000 cloak of invisibility on*
*socks him in the jaw*
*wanders off*
Genesis 12/01/18 Welcome to the crew Malek.
Poppy Adler 12/01/18 Welcome to The Azhi.
Autumn Summers 12/01/18 *waves*
Welcome to Azhi, and back to the Realm.
Livia Vlcek 12/01/18 Livia acquiesced to his words as a strong hand made contact with the sensitive scarred flesh of her face and his gaze held hers. She understood completely now. As the Lycan swaggered away, slender fingers wiggled a good bye. "Have a wonderful morning...Sir." He may not have seen it but Livia was almost positive he could hear the smile in her words. Pushing buttons? It's what she does best.
Livia Vlcek 12/01/18 "Interested in what...Sir?" Her head cants...hard...to the right. To say she is confused by his words is putting it mildly. She had simply agreed that he knew where she live, lived. Like twice. Utterly perplexed, pale pools stare into virescent green for many moments. A shrug of her shoulders, her gaze finds a passerby while a smile once again flourishes as she speaks. "You are drunk again, aren't you?"
Edward Brollachan 12/01/18 Memories of a scrap years ago bubbled forth from the deep eidetic memory of the Scot; the man before him starting to transform after he'd inadvertently broken the nose of his bride. His surprise at how much larger the man was becoming as he changed, and the stabbing pain as he backed away and into said bride's stiletto...
"How's it hangin', lad..."
LillyEmperium 12/01/18 *Seeing him as he reentered the realm. The woman nodded to him as she spoke gently. * welcome back, Mr. Malek.
Livia Vlcek 12/01/18 A loud cackle erupted from betwixt scarred lips. He most certainly did know where she lived. And he had slept in her bed. A few times. Casting a glance back at the male, a salacious smile takes over pale lips. "Ano, you do...Sir." A wink of a single cerulean hue, "Next time, give a girl some warning hm?"
_Aurora_ 11/30/18 Welcome!
Livia Vlcek 11/30/18 She tries to suppress the amusement that is dancing across scarred visage. With a nod of her head, Livia cleared her throat and started on her way to the city. "Well...you have my number. Be seeing you, Milacku."
Mackenzie 11/30/18 It's an expression... it.. Great to have you back, is the point.
Mackenzie 11/30/18 Get outta town.
Olivia Pierce 11/30/18 Welcome!
Livia Vlcek 11/30/18 A half-c*cked grin takes to scarred visage at the sight of the male. "Good evening...Sir." Contralto articulations escape with tendrils of smoke to fill the space between the two. "If you should require any assistance, please do not hesitate to contact me."
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