BladeRunner

Oh so hey, I forgot to ask but where would we be heading? I'm assuming Rinoa's bedroom?

There was a slight smile beneath the beard of the Alpha. Maybe he was actually enjoying the company Rinoa presented? The young woman seemed easygoing and in a sense reminded the Alpha of himself at that age, albeit it made him feel embarrassed to have revealed silly things that he used to do. Now he almost felt a desire to go out and get these new things, new games and get back into making jewelry, get back into doing the things he enjoyed many years ago. "Mmm, indeed. They're all gone, but I worked with resin-epoxy, taking dead or frozen insects and making jewelry like necklaces or bracelets out of them," Austin took the lead, leaving the greenhouse and back through the corridor of the mansion, although perhaps he wasn't meant to hear that murmur with the hearing of a wolf it was impossible to whisper past him, "The last game I remembered were... EverQuest, Ratchet and Clank, and Sly Cooper. I haven't kept up with anything as if recent unfortunately."

Maybe she could join Austin and Rinoa's company? Not sure how Xenia would feel about it, but I'm chill with it.

The Alpha almost perked up at Rinoa's words. She already has a few pieces of artwork from what he could assume judging by her choose of words. Slightly there was a falter to Austin's face, a smirk, for just an instant had made it's way through his mouth. Everyone thought Austin, or rather Auvunux as a tribal, primitive and brutal when before he had found the beast sleeping within he had multiple hobbies, one of which did include a type of artwork. Carefully though, Austin chose his words, and for right now the conversation he kept it at a level between equal individuals; not between superior and subordinate. "Is that so? Then perhaps I would like to see your works," Austin said, now standing up to full height, the clear height difference Austin had standing beyond seven feet, "You need not be embarrassed, it is an expression and an extension of you no matter how good or bad it is. There is no shame in revealing such things, Rinoa." When Rinoa asked about of Austin had any ambitions there was a pause. There were a variety of things, but regarding hobbies he did spill the beans, "Truth be told I used to... Uhh... Make jewelry, I used to draw and paint as well. Play video games, listen to music, comics... There was a lot I used to do, some things I wish I could go back to but... Unfortunately I cannot for a variety of reasons."

Upon hearing the the voices of the two individuals the scene was set. Nimona could have given an audible "oh" but chose not to. The scent of the male, the sight, it was all too tempting. Her emotions stirred as well as the need for her own body, as of now Nimona felt like she was on fire. But her gaze wasn't all over the male like his were on her body, no, her eyes were captured by his green ones. They were disarming, overpowering... And unfortunately for Darion, Nimona's mind went into a fight or flight mode. Approaching the male wolf, Nimona ignored the scrawny vampiric bitch who was commenting something. She lingered over to him, her face being flustered beyond it's limits, and as soon as the two wolves were upon each other, their breaths threatening to touch, Nimona did the unexpected. Immediately the young woman grabbed him between the sack forcing his pair under her pinky and with the enhanced strength of any wolf-kin came up hard with a knee striking him in the family jewels. She then used a free leg to sweep one of his upward and knock the make down, and before he could get up Nimona placed a foot on his chest. "You," Nimona said in the threatening manner to Alicia, "Grab the bags, shut and lock the door," She then pressed a tad harder downward on the males chest keeping him pinned, whatever pain he felt she didn't care as she looked at him with lustful, but rage ridden eyes, but she said in a half angry-hskf lustful tone, "Here's the thing, stud. I'm no damsel falling into some guy's arms, I'm no one's bitch or some male wolves mating slut, and unfortunately for you-" Nimona begun stripping off her shirt to reveal a bra that barely contains the melons that seemed strained, there was a vicious, predatory grin that worked onto her face "-You are correct, I have needs you could potentially fullfil. So here's the deal, we do things on my terms, you want more relief than what this walking corpse can give you, then you follow my rules, understood?"

Unfortunately I believe Darion is in for a rude awakening XD

"Is that so?" Austin asked cocking a brow as he heard what the woman wanted to do, "You're still young, you should still be able to do that thing you want. Before long, as you age you become bound to those things, so do something you like. Like painting." Austin never touched upon his own personal "ambitions" as no one has ever asked him except for the Old Man and Daliah. Though he was the Alpha, he had never involved himself in the affairs of others like "painting" or beyond that, always working, always in the political landscape of things, this was most likely the first time in many years he had actually sat down to speak to someone about this stuff. As of right now Austin was wondering in unknown territory. Then again, he should be getting to know most of the pack members... But that was later. With another silent moment, the Alpha finally said, "Perhaps you could show me a few of your works?"

Austin stayed quiet for quite some time. He listened and unbeknownst to Rinoa he was taking in her reactions despite his stare at the moon. It was an odd question but one he was asked a million times after... Well after the massacre of course. But he wasn't dwelling on that. It took him back to when Austin and Daliah got real close to each other, he would have taken her as a mate if only she hadn't of acted out of spite when he was promoted to Alpha. That was a rough beginning. "Very well then," Austin simply replies, not angry or saddened or even happily, he just gave a cool response, "There is no issue in that at all, could say we're alike in that regard. Perhaps for different reasons I suppose. You could also try to..." What were the words for it? Oh yes, but he shouldn't say it, "No, nevermind that. But what are your goals and ambitions?"

"I remember, you bold faced asked to stay here, no stammering or shyness, you had more balls than a lot of the men around here. Caleb didn't like that we were taking in a stranger but it was better than nothing, little did we know that we had a talented warrior now." Austin said, though his expression hadn't changed and he remained in a realm between scout and relaxed, the air around him seed smoother, softer, almost beckoning. "I came to this pack almost twenty years ago, I didn't learn of my wolf heritage until my father passed away and my brother pursued his path further until he ended up in Scandanavia. I didn't trust anyone here, but I made due, my father had unlocked the beast from within and for protective reasoning sent me here. Sometimes I'm not sure if it were the best or worst decision I ever made..." Austin spoke true, his fight with his ill father ended with coordinates and a name. That name was of the Old Man's, of which he didn't speak out of respect to let that name rest in peace. The Alpha was at ease the more he talked, much of the pain he had let loose earlier so now it only dulled to a rolling boil. He then said, "Why don't you sit down, ease yourself? I will not be here long and you can have the greenhouse to yourself once more.... However while we are here, let me ask you a... Personal question, yes? Have you thought of who you would have as a mate this season? And before you rise in anger or embarrassment, it is a mere question."

In the many thoughts that Austin processed there was a sudden voice that pulled him from the realm of thought itself. The Alpha don't focused his gaze and glanced toward Rinoa, and fir a long second his eyes rested on the woman before back to the moon. Keeping his jaw shut, he'd force a the breath of a yawn out of his nostrils as he thought of a way to reply. In truth, he was starting to finally get tired, perhaps being around so many plants and aromas helped? Austin finally spoke in a calm and low tone, not moving away from the hand nor removing it himself, he found it... Comforting, "Nothing to speak of. Why are you still here? Most of the pack has gone off to hunt or into the market in town..." Austin's blue and green hazel eyes finally locked with the woman's own hazel orbs. His look was of something of a tired beast with no sense of rest, the story of his life really, and he couldn't help but look back at when Rinoa first came to the tribe. He spoke again, this time turning back to the moon yet again, "Tell me of the time you came to us, when you were introduced into the pack. Most wolves around here were born into but... Others like us ended up here one way or another." Austin's demand was more a request, it sounded more like a favor if anything. If there would be talk, talk there was. With mating season so close Austin had hoped he wouldn't fall into the same pit trap as he did with Samara back in his quarters. But, luckily Rinoa had her scent covered like a plant, so the pheromones or "need" wasn't there at all. At least he hoped. For now, he'd settle on the company of another pack member.

Apparently sitting in a balcony, smoking cigars, drinking whiskey and eating didn't satisfy the large Alpha. Maybe either of the three hit a spot he most likely needed but still he felt restless, he couldn't sleep, so slipping on a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt were appropriate for a stroll. Nevermind any footwear as he didn't need any. But aside from the civvies he wore, Austin looked different indefinitely, not his body but more his face. Austin's head was trimmed to a close shave, careful but it was a clean cut above all. Gone were the long dreadlocks, gone was the long beard riddles with beads and more dreadlocks and entered a majestic bushy beard that stopped past his throat. And if one looked close enough there were odd-patterned tattoos along the back of his neck. At first glance it may not have seemed like the Alpha, but by his scent, by the pressure of his "presence," it was definitely Austin if the size of the wolf didn't give a hint. He looked around the greenhouse, gazing at all of the flowers that had closed up, but what took over were blossoms and petals that opened in the moonlight, flowers the vined along the walling, a variety of cool colors like blues and purples and dominantly the color of white- which seemed to glow at the moonlights touch. Sitting at one of the benches that the skylight shone down on, Austin inhaled and exhaled slowly signifying that he was relaxing. He could have easily pick up the scent of one Rinoa despite how good her camouflage was, he could have easily, "felt," her presence, but he wasn't focused enough to do that. Instead, he stared into the moons ethereal glow, reminiscing old memories he was find of; of the pack, the friends he's made, the children he practically raised here... His family. But that was long, long ago, a time that he should have let go but finding no rest from the bindings of the past. Where this hatred and anguish came from Austin knew not, perhaps it was a tool his enemy instilled into him? But for right now, it all faded away as his face was motionless, emotionless, he was more or less daydreaming.

I don't know what anyone else is doing atm, I noticed it kinda dropped off. Gonna get my big boi up and going again, already got one doing something and my vamp char is... Just wondering, if anyone is wandering.

I could have the Alpha join her?

Aside from her ever growing hunger, Nimona had waited a long time in line to finally order. And when she did, she held nothing back, with a wolves hunger and the urge to start hunting in the woods she fought that urge, and opted to ordering three philly steak sandwiches, five large fires, and six double cheese burgers with a fireball sauce- extra pickles, lettuce, tomato, sweet onion, she went hard on everything not caring if she needed to pay extra at all. Nimona walked with pride carrying her three large bags of food that was steaming hot. She did not even paying attention to the people staring at her as she did. She was hungry, and a girl's gotta eat! And then it happened. A sudden rush of heat flooded Nimona's head abd then her belly and groin area, the undeniable mark that she was in heat. Though she really wanted to talk to a lot of the ship owners Nimona had known since Austin introduced her to them- a group of friends really, she feared that even her pheromones would affect Humans! And most of those people were already married. Outwardly, Nimona brushed off the feeling, inwardly she was struggling to not go back to the mansion and seal herself up in get room. There was that fear of getting screwed by another pack member on the way home, literally. "OoOh God w-why now?" Nimona whimpered to herself. There was the option of just going back home, but she felt there was no way in hell she'd make it there in time or without running into someone. Last thing she needed were a member she considered a good friend turn their relationship awry, or getting gangbanged which the latter sounded much more pleasant- No! Snap out of it! Looking around a bit flustered, finally Nimona's eyes settled on the hotel just ahead. She pushed past several people in a hurry, and when she burst through the glass doors she quickly approached the receptionist who attempted to greet the young woman, only for Nimona to hurriedly slide a stack of bills the opposite woman. Nimona spoke rather quickly and in all the gibberish, the receptionist somehow understood what the wolf was saying and gave her a key and plenty of change leftover. Snatching both objects, Nimona started to rush down the hall then went upward the stairs. But before reaching her room, Nimona stopped just a door ahead of it hearing a familiar voice. Darion? She could certainly smell his musk, unmistakable and unique for werewolves, but there was another... Something odd, another woman? She carefully set the bags down and with a slow turn of the knob, Nimona cracked the door opened just slightly. There, the smell got stronger, the smell of a vampire. And then she leapt into action. Nimona kicked the door open, her teeth bared and ready to rip apart the... Very... Nude couple... "What the- you're fucking a vampire?!" Nimona states pointedly at the pair, the front of her jeans were slightly dampened and the smell of ecstasy in the air didn't help, "I thought you were being attacked? What the fuck Darion?"

For IC reasons, where the hell are Darion and Alicia? Because I've been trying to find out where they are in the night market Also I got mah boi Toshiro open for any vamp?

Howdy

The expensive but tidy and cozy motor home of one Toshiro Ito, it can expand due to built-in interior extensions and is packed full of book, food, and whatever else the White Fang needs for the road. Behind it is an additional hitch camper that is used as a primary bedroom and sunroom for rare/common plants.

Lolol she's kinda there for anyone to interact with if they want. If Darion and Nimona bump into each other that's fine, I'm just trying to do something ya know?

"Again, sorry for buying up your spices Mr. Cline!" Nimona shouted out of the small cooking shop known as Clarice and Hannable's Dish, which the name was a solid nod to the movie Silence of of the Lambs. It was a regular place for the young woman to visit for homemade recipe books, spices and herbs, but also to help the shopkeeper Donny Cline know what's going on with the Midnight Pack Alpha. Until tonight she really didn't know that Austin hadn't visited the town of Spruce Moore in so long, and there were clearly old friends who missed the big guy. "Yeah yeah it's all good sweetheart," Donny said waving the girl off, "And tell that massive cunt that he still owes me that drink, ya hear!" Nimona nodded and gave her goodbyes before promptly exiting the shop. She didn't feel all that hungry back at the house but now... She was starving. She had left her own platter of food in a container for someone else to eat... Or for herself to eat tomorrow. But regardless, Nimona pressed on with a small bag containing bottles of garlic, minced onion, whole sage and parsley, she was hurting a lot less but was sick of being in her wolf form given she was stuck out in the wilderness for three days. And granted, it was a vampire of all things that healed her she still felt guilty that the lady wasn't repaid at all! But then again the young wolf wouldn't dare cross over to that castle either! Nimona was garbed blue jean shorts that came down to her middle thighs and blue tenne-shoes, she wore a loose fitting white t-shirt and to complete it had on a blue jean jacket. Her face were done up with a little make-up as well, just a slight amount of red lipstick for the top and purple for the bottom and mascara helped make a difference. That was just her style, anyway. Her stomach growled however just before she could enter another small shop, causing the woman to turn back and go nowhere in particular until Nimona saw a burger joint she used to go to all the time. She wondered if the same owner was there tonight? With a new objective, Nimona started to make her way to the outdoor restaurant.

I think with a magic aspect of things (including Werewolf abilities) we could probably help out, throw stuff in here as a collective and iron things out, see what's needed/not needed, etc. etc. Edit: I also think if people pitched a few ideas we could critique them and see how it goes? Like say a certain spell that's available to everyone, or a curse that's available to certain age groups of vampires. Also, do you think the older a Werewolf is the more powerful it becomes?

Hate to be a bother about this, but do vampires solely turn into bats for a transformation? Could potentially vampires turn into something just as dark like a crow or raven? If not it's no trouble, I just wanted to ask that before I lose it in my head again.

The night passed through, and while still steady and young, it was too soon for Dawn to break. It was the perfect time for the Vampires of Blackthorne Castle and the Wolves of Midnight Mansion to prowl and hunt, save for one individual. Tonight for a single outsider it was an hour of meeting, a transfer from one Coven to the next, a dead and eradicated Coven to another that was well known amongst the "community." It was time for one Ito Toshiro, otherwise a White Fang, or now the White Fang to settle down for once, and of course he couldn't have it any other way during a lifelong feud with Werewolves. Toshiro's name was practically miniscule, taking on the alias of "Arstor Vae" as he did to help protect his identity all those years ago. Unlike most vampires he was raised a warrior, he was a legendary assassin who brought great honor to his clan. And yet here he was, all those royalty and employers many, many years ago we're all dead. The only one standing were himself, and now, after speaking with the Lady Miana Blackthorne it seemed he finally found a home after a long time of venturing the urban world. He only hoped he wouldn't have to put down corrupt individuals or turn on his own leaders. The RV with a large trailer behind it was working itself through the passage of the woods, taking curves and turns slowly as to not get the vehicle and trailer stuck in mud or against a tree. He'd made sure to take care of his belongings so far with what Toshiro's clean lifestyle even the dirtier aspects of life, and his job, he wanted certain things perfect. Being a vampire, a clean lifestyle wasn't always an option, and being in multiple wars and conflicts between more than just Vampiric Orders, Councils and Covens allowed him to adapt quickly to any given situation. Ahead not far from his position the Fang could see the castle on all it's glory. Despite the rumors behind how old the castle really was not even time could tear apart the structure as it sat perfect in the limelight. With a sigh, Toshiro stopped at it's gates after minutes of driving, the gates were already open and so he drove further until his RV was parked in the roundabout of the castle's front. Alright Toshi, remember boundaries. The Fang turned the RV odd and stepped out of it's metal body, closing the door behind him as he did. He looked up at the structure, his heart figuratively pumping hard, and even after all this time he could swear it still beat despite the reality. Ito Toshiro was garbed in his formal wear, a white and blue attire of fine cloth, padded in certain areas of light studded metal and hard leather, it wasn't the dress wear he used to do his "job" but it was a common enough one at that. A katana rests at his side, and another thing that stuck out were the neck gaiter, or simply a skin tight silken mouth cover, which oddly completed the look. Toshiro pushed down the great doors of the castle and entered through the threshold, taking in the ancient but sturdy architecture that was clearly cared for.

//Sorry if the image is a bit blurry, tried multiple converters and they suck// Name: Ito Toshiro, aka, "Arstor Vae," aka, "The White Fang" Age: 1790 Species (vampire or human. If human they are a thrall in service of a vampire): Vampire Sex: Male Gender: Male Sexuality: Heterosexual Role (Vampire or Thrall): Vampire Personality: Donning long, seemingly unkempt grey hair and cold blue eyes to match them, Toshiro's personality is defined by his general appearance- easy going and soft around the eyes. He is easily 5'11" and has a Mesomorphic build, his muscles are evenly balanced and could easily have him mistaken for a warrior with what there being scars on his "perfect" body (as defined by past lovers). But in that, Toshiro was a warrior during numerous times. Normally outside of the castle territories- in town rather, Toshiro is seen wearing jeans and plain colored t-shirts, whereas he is seen, at all times always wearing a fine silken, black neck gaiter, in and out of his casual and Vampiric attire. Why he wears a cloth that can hide his lower faces identity no ever knows. Appearance Details: Donning long, seemingly unkempt grey hair and cold blue eyes to match them, Toshiro's personality is defined by his general appearance- easy going and soft around the eyes. Unlike many vampires, Toshiro is actually a friendly individual and he means it, he has no idea toward Humans nor even Werewolves but has a hidden disdain toward his own kind, but regardless, he can be seen as wise and intelligent. His main focus of study had always been Human cultivation between society and culture, he lives in a world dominated by Humans and as such he views them as strangers just like the average person. Oddly enough, the old vampire is a picky eater, he prefers the "bad and evil" people to feed off of of he must, but most of the time he simply feeds off of animals. When dealing with serious matters such as disputes between vampiric clans/groups, werewolf packs, etc. Toshiro tends to stay calm and easygoing despite how harsh the situation can get. But he also doesn't mind having his hand dirtied at all despite his clean appearance. Toshiro is very trustworthy, and whichever side he is on he is extremely loyal until he sees treachery firsthand in his own faction. Other Details (optional): Toshiro has available a plethora of magic, however refined oy a few of them to his list. Primarily he is a very physical individual, and as such had developed magic to enhance his overall physical capabilities to combat powerful supernatural forces, like the werewolf for example. He had also developed lightning magic and pinpointed them into physical attacks such as a Lightning Blade, or an electric covered punch, and so forth. But his talent isn't refined to magic, as Toshiro has a variety of fighting styles/arts as well as living by the blade, he has two katanas (one long and one short) and several throwing weapons for a range attack. But just in case he needs to, he has a 12 Guage semi-automatic shotgun that he keeps in the back of his room, loaded with silver slugs.

Bruh WTF XD

Considering possibly making a vamp char. I didn't wanna have a character in an opposite faction as what I already have, buuut I'm kinda intrigued as to what I could with one at the same time.