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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2013 23:19:48 GMT -5
Azoriat watched as they loaded his belongings into his new home. 13 Gentality way this would be his base for the time being. Azoriat had no need for sleep so a domicile was not neccisary. Although he had aquired a taste for fine things over the centuries. His eyes followed the men as they carried a german lounging couch nearly three hundred years old. He did not care for mortals touching his things. The more "sentimental" items, Azoriat kept locked in a black marble chest out of prying eyes.
He watched as a few mortals gathered to watch the movers work. Curiosity was a trait which normally excited him but looking upon these neighborly well wishers he could think only of his annoyance. He watched as six men struggled to lift the marble chest.
"If that piece is damaged... I will not be pleased"
He reached into his pocket and fumbled with a small silver coin. Centuries old this was his most prized possesion something he had fought ferociously to aquire. holding it grounded him, he could feel the pain and suffering marked upon it. This coin, a roman dinari was given to Judas Iscariot along with twenty nine others to pay for his betrayal. The power of that sin stained the coin and fed Azoriat at times when he felt exposed.
Closing his eyes he left the coin in his pocket, and gazed out upon his new neighborhood ready for the inevitable "well wishers".
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Post by Vitaly on May 23, 2013 13:53:21 GMT -5
It was a nice morning to be outside.
Catherine jogged across the side walk with the confidence of an alpha. She kept her head held high and her eyes trained forward. A calm stroll through the Eentility Estates helped to calm her nerves. The blonde’s inner beast just loved to run. This time she would be doing so, but in a more urban setting. This little outing satisfied both parties involved. It was just the thing she needed to start her day. Smelling the fresh morning air always put a smile on Catherine’s lovely face. Unfortunately, she never really had a reason to smile anymore with her curse and all. The full moon was approaching. And its influence would turn her into a blood thirsty monster. A beast that didn’t care what it killed as soon as it got a taste for blood. What better way to get her mind off of her impending transformation than to look at some nice expensive houses? Hazel eyes glanced around at the large luxurious homes. None of which she would ever truly own with her bum Janitor job. But they were fun to look at. She could always dream, right? The people around here had money, and a lot of it.
The she-wolf was luckily enough to even be here. Catherine began living with the friend who owned one of these lavish homes. During her last change she tore her apartment apart. Stripping the walls bare and destroying almost all of her belongings. It was truly a horrid sight. The only thing Catherine was able to salvage was her pet spider; Zoey. The little tarantula had been hidden away under the rubble. It was smart enough to take shelter from the raging Lycanthrope. The she-wolf was happy her beloved pet survived. Just to add to her luck Catherine didn’t kill anyone this time. The blonde always tried to be optimistic in every situation, but killing always seemed to leave a bad taste in her mouth. Usually, she would wake up covered in blood, and smelling like a wet dog. Her wolf seemed to love to roll around in bloody entrails. Despite not having any cloths left, her roommate’s sister managed to give her a pair of old jogging pants and a tank top to wear for this morning stroll. Cat wasn’t one to depend on others for help, but in this case she really didn’t have a choice.
With her blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail, Cat continued along the sidewalk. Her hazel orbs soon caught sight of a small crowd standing outside of one of the large homes that sat in the estate. Catherine’s curiosity immediately sparked to life. Her eyes scanned the scene. What exactly was going on? Looking on in awe she wondered who managed to bring some life back into the lost treasure of a home. Being a very curious woman she would strive to know what was going on around herl. Cat’s jogging soon slowed to a trot before she came to a complete stop. Catherine’s eyes sparkled with delight when she spotting a moving truck. “Fresh meat, huh? Interesting.” Someone had managed to buy the Antinees old place. Being the kind woman that she was, Cat wondered up to the property in hopes of meeting the owner. It would be only customary to introduce the new comer to the neighborhood. Human customs where strange but Catherine was excited to meet someone new.
When the woman approached the lawn she looked up to see a very interesting face. Her mouth sported pleased grinned when she potted a rather handsome man standing there. He must have been the owner of the home. This male held the usual tall, dark, and handsome quota quite well. In fact he looked a bit dangerous. Needless to say, this man was defiantly an intimidating figure. However, he didn’t scare the she-wolf away. If anything his looks only drew her closer and feed her growing curiosity. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, Cat was a sucker for men. Women where the opposite. Perhaps this had to do with her Alpha personality, being top dog was essential. Although most of the time she just came across as bitchy.
Oh, she wanted to meet him, and maybe even invite him over to her temporary home. She was sure her roommate wouldn’t be too keen on her bringing home a stray human. But she really didn’t care? Not really. When Catherine approached him, she mustered up a playful smile. “Hello there, welcome to the neighborhood.” If only she had known about the silver coin in his pocket she wouldn’t have stepped foot near him. Cat had a deep rooted fear of silver. A pretty face wasn’t worth getting anywhere near the dreadful stuff.
The woman then eyed the chest the six burly men were struggling to carry. The female smirked, clearly amused by the sight. It seemed that Mr. Tall dark and handsome had a taste for the finer things in life. “I see, you have quite an interesting taste in furniture.” She teased a bit before looking the dark figure in the eye. He didn’t seem so bad. To most he might have come across as a bit intimidating, but not to this Were. He did have a dangerous air to him though, but that would only make things more interesting. “My name is Catherine, It’s a pleasure to meet you…um, what is your name?” The smaller woman extended a delicate hand towards the dark, yet handsome demon. She wouldn’t be doing this if this wasn’t customary during human meetings. And if anything she wanted to look as human as possible. However, showing anyone her hand seemed a bit degrading in her eyes. The woman preferred to trade scents, but that would be just awkward in this situation. Oh, the stares Catherine would get if she even tried to smell this man. It took everything she had to hold back from doing so.
(( Sorry it's so long...I had muse out the ass for the charrie.))
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2013 17:50:31 GMT -5
Azoriat smiled at the small woman, perhaps well wishers would not be so annoying afterall. He took the hand she offered and raised it to his mouth kissing it. What a lovely creature she was so soft and... wait. His tongue tasted her aura and his smile turned to a grin, she was a werecreature. So as not to appear rude Azoriat snapped out of his head and began to speak.
"Thank you for your welcome. It is true I have a taste for fine things"
His emphasis on the word taste would clue her into his thoughts as his eyes drifted over her form covered in sweat from her jog. He could imagine this one could put up quite the fight. While Azoriat demanded obedience he could truely apreciate a strong willed woman.
As for my name? You may call me Azoriat. I have recently come from Iraq on business. Catherine is a noble name you know, and I have known many."
Azoriat leaned in close to her as if to embrace her. His mouth hovered over her neck, each breath cascading over her. His breath was hot, hotter than any mortal's and his scent was rich, a mix of power, sulfer and heat.
"While I am sure you need to hide from the world there is no need to cover yourself from me. We all go bump in the cold night.And we all know what we are."
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Post by Vitaly on May 23, 2013 22:58:48 GMT -5
Catherine had to admit this man did have a very strange air to him. Darkness seemed to linger around his very being. The wolf's instincts told her to stay away. However, Cat’s over bearing curiosity kept pushing her forward. Catherine didn’t know what got into her. Azoriat was quite charming; for a human (or so he thinks he is a human). When the smaller woman looked up at her new neighbor he gave her a very lovely smile. She was oblivious to the fact that she was in the presents of a demon, and a powerful one at that. His dashing good looks seemed to blind the woman to what was truly standing in front of her. This ignorant act could easily get her killed. Catherine had met many men over the years. But no one did what the lone demon did next. The rich young man took Catherine’s hand gently and kissed the top of it. Catherine's face lit up almost immediately. Light red hues took over her cheeks as he forced her eyes to look away. This was a once in a life time occurrence. Cat rarely acted like this but this man’s actions seemed to have caught the self proclaimed alphaness off guard. Not many were able to do this. Needless to say, a kiss from a stranger was the last thing miss she-hound was expecting. The girl cocked an eye brow as he did this. As charming as it was she couldn’t help but to find it a little strange. This greeting was a bit old-time for her taste. However, she would respect this man’s wishes and take it anyway. Here she expected to get a nice quick handshake but instead she was given a kiss. When the man finally spoke his words danced around in the wolf’s ears. Her pale hand wiped some sweat from her brow before she looked back up at him. He seemed pleased to be greeted by someone; though there was a crowd standing in front of his home. Cat just shrugged it off. This man didn’t look very approachable to begin with. So, could she really blame the humans for not saying hello? Soon the tall man agreed with Cat’s earlier statement.
A light smirk began to tug at the corners of Catherine’s pink lips. “I thought so.” It took am moment for the blonde to catch the hint in his words. Taste? What did he mean by that? She soon got her answer when he started checking her out. The she-wolf’s smile quickly faded. Her hazel eyes then narrowed a bit. Cat didn’t like this. She was about to voice her opinion on the situation when her company spoke again. The handsome male told her his name. Azoriat; that was quite an interesting name. The woman had never heard of it before. Azoriat continued to say that he had just got from a business trip. “I bet it was quite an experience, no?” She replied, her body began to relax now that his cloudy grey eyes weren’t putting her on the spot. This man had to have some sort of Alpha personality. The way he talked and carried himself it was almost flawless. When Azoriat mentioned Catherine’s name the woman let out a light giggle. Oh, how amusing this was. “Noble you say?" She cooed before giving the man a playful smirk. “Sorry to disappoint but I am anything but noble kind sir.” When Azoriat stated that he had known man this confused the young wolf a bit. She cocked her head to the side like a curious pup. “I-Is that so?” During this moment of confusion Azoriat made his move. As this strange man moved closer to her Cat didn’t hesitate to lean forward a bit. It didn’t take long for the man’s strange aroma to surge into her sensitive nose. What he said next stunned the woman. Her body grew tense, almost as if she was preparing for an attack. This man couldn’t be serious. Somehow he knew what she was, and yet he didn’t even try to kill her? He also told her that she didn’t need to hide herself from him. This lead Cat to suspect that Azoriat was another supernatural. It would make so much sense. Hell, his smell alone had an unearthly aroma to it. No human spelled like that. Clearly, this Azoriat character wasn’t what he appeared to be. The male’s scent would only back up her previous thoughts. “W-well that is very kind of you, Azoriat. It’s rare to find someone who is willing to put up with my...wolf.” She cut her hazel eyes at the man. Catherine really didn’t mind the closeness. Many of her kind did stuff like this, but for different reasons. Suppose he was just trying to put her into submission? If this was true, the woman wouldn’t go down without a fight. Male or female, it didn’t matter anyone could be a potential challenge. Then again he could be just trying to get her scent, though he was pretty bold to do so in front of the humans. Catherine striated her posture only to appear not so dainty in front of this strange being. With a shutter, she could feel the hair on the back of her neck stand on end as Azoriat’s unusually hot breath ran along her shoulder. After a moment of silence the woman asked a question that he been lingering in her thoughts for a few minutes now. “What are you?”
(( Alrighters its late, let me know if messed up on something. I tend to when I make late night posts XD))
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2013 9:20:06 GMT -5
Azoriat smiled as the conversation progressed, he enjoyed this mortal. Her taste pleased him as well as her look. He was certain this woman would make things interesting in his new home. Azoriat's hand lingered on hers, he could feel her tension rising.
"Yes, my trip was quite enjoyable, though things are very different there."
As she spoke again Azoriat hung on her every word watching her lips, a delicious prison keeping her tongue at bay. A wolf? in his experience Werewolves were among the hardest to tame. Azoriat could not help but smile as fantasies rolled in his head, he upon a black throne in hell with her laying against his leg. His fantasies were short lived and he was brought back to the present.
"We should not discuss such things with an audience. You would not want to expose yourself. Come, my sitting room has already been furnished."
Azoriat bowed slightly to her and gestured a hand to his door, his other hand still cupping hers. The contact allowed him to feel her, not just her physical form but her aura. She smelled sweet from the sweat and a lingering hint of something else, perhaps fear? It was no matter, she was curious and Azoriat was not one to hide though knowledge had a price. He waited for her watching her form tense.
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Post by Vitaly on May 24, 2013 19:23:14 GMT -5
Little Catherine was so distracted by his close encounter that she had completely forgotten about Azoriat’s hand. The man’s pale warm hand was still clinging to hers. When that memory surged back into her skull the woman’s eye began to narrow. What was this man playing at? Surly he would know better than to attempt to tame a beast like her. Then again, Cat knew little to nothing about this man. For all she knew he could be lying about everything that he had said so far. Cat’s confident air began to slowly diminish leaving nothing else to falter but fear. This lack of knowledge caused her confident to take a nose dive and her lovely frame to grow tense.
Azoriat seemed to have a never ending smile. Not to say that this smile wasn’t the least bit charming. It had managed to win the werewolf over, after all. Confidence was rolling off this pale man in waves. Perhaps this was why the woman stayed near him for so long. There was a mystery to this man, a puzzle that she wished to solve. Azoriat's over bearing confidence seemed to be holding her there. Maybe this man was a werewolf too? Cat pondered this before coming up with an answer. No, he didn’t smell like any wolf she had come across. This man had a very peculiar scent to him; one that she couldn’t quite place. He had predatory eyes that looked upon her as if she where some sort of prey. It would be a lie to suggest that she wasn’t at least a little intimidated by this man. Such a close encounter was rare among mortals. However, this stranger seemed to make it work. Catherine was happy enough to have gotten his scent; it was a smell she wouldn’t easily forget.
Catherine gave the man a quick nod as he spoke of his trip. If Azoriat was telling the truth then his man had to be rich. Not only did he just come back from overseas but he also managed to buy a very expensive house right after. If this didn’t suggest wealth then nothing else could. Catherine then glanced up at the taller man. He truly towered over her like a skyscraper. Her measly little five foot frame crippled in comparison to his six foot or so tall, masculine body. If his hight wasn’t daunting enough, then his stare most certainly was. For a moment or two the man seemed lost in a day dream. His lovely grey orbs seemed to be looking at her. Cat began to wonder what he was thinking about. Perhaps he was just tired after his trip from overseas, or maybe he was thinking about the neighborhood?
When he spoke, his words alone suggested he had something to hide. With a forced smirk Cat replied. “Clever boy.” A light hearted chuckle escaped her lips. ” I may be blonde, but I wouldn’t be stupid enough to banter about such a thing.” The woman then turned to look at the crowd of humans that stood at the street before she returned her gaze to her company. Cat then kept her tone low when she poke. “...not in front of mortals anyway.” She replied her words sounding a bit harsh. The lycan didn’t mean to sound so bitchy, it was just in her personality.
Catherine then watched as the handsome man bowed before motioning to the door. Was he serious? He had just met her and already he was allowing her sweaty frame into his new home? He was clearly interested in her. For what reason she wasn’t quite sure. This man was hard to read. With a smile Catherine nodded and slowly made her way through the thresh hold before sopping. She turned back to Azoriat and waited for him to enter.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2013 21:35:36 GMT -5
As the fear seeped into her aura Azoriat shivered in pleasure. With each emotion she experience Azoriat was amazed at the sweetness and richness of her aura's taste. His eyes felt heavy as he looked at her becoming drunk upon her fear.
He walked with her, watching the way she moved. He could tell she was quite agile, no doubt in her shifted form even more so. He watched as she walked to the doorway ahead of him, perhaps a signal of dominance? The games had begun, Azoriat had no doubt he would be victorious, but he wanted to see just how strong willed this Catherine was. As she walked through the threshold into his foyer he followed. The floor was cluttered with a great many ancient looking wooden crates and a few large paintings wrapped in fine linen. Over the door hung a bust of a weeping angel blackened by soot.
He hesitated in the foyer allowing her to take in her surroundings. Azoriat looked around, so much work to be done until he would feel comfortable in this place. He walked to the door to the left beside the stairs to the second floor. This had been a living room as the Realtor explained although Azoriat assured him he was not living. He remembered the man's laughter at what he perceived as a joke.
Azoriat took the door's handle causing the iron symbol hanging on it to knock against the wood. The iron shape looked like a hieroglyphic of sorts a man with a long tongue encircled by a serpent eating it's own tail. He opened the door and a hot breeze rushed over them. The room was nothing like it had been, last she was here. The windows were shuttered by heavy wooden blinds and accented by embroidered cotton drapes in a deep maroon. The only light in the room was a fire burning in the fireplace, the shadows seemed to dance about the walls almost taking human forms. The German lounging chair was here surrounded by tables at the back and sides, upon them were vases with dead flowers. These vases were obviously quite old, on the left a french vase in the 16Th century styling, on the right a Chinese vase of jade depicting a dragon faced man, and behind it a clay pot which looked to be the oldest it bore a carving in an unknown language. Before them were two velvet smoking chairs with gargoyles for feet. This is where Azoriat took his seat, the chairs were turned half facing each other half facing the fire.
He smiled at her motioning her to sit. The walls were decorated in various trinkets and trophies, curiosities and other such things. The focal point though was the painting above the mantle, a portrait of Azoriat himself dressed in Renaissance garb. The eyes of the portrait seemed to burn through you.
"Welcome to my home Catherine"
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Post by Vitaly on May 25, 2013 11:08:43 GMT -5
Catherine quickly took note of her surroundings, though there was much to see. The curious wolf that lay just under the skin began to come to life for a few minutes. As Cat walked she began to sniff around. Her nose flared a bit, taking in all the new smells. Of course she would keep her confident posture while she did this. Crawling along the ground like a dog would only make her seem venerable in this situation. And being vulnerable in this stranger’s home could possibly lead to a very bad outcome. She would have to control her wolf for now. Well, at least until she learned more about this man. Catherine deemed him to be alpha quality. If she fucked up around him who knows what he would do? With feral instinct lingering in her skull the woman continued to look around like a dog that had just been brought home. Every so often she would look back at Azoriat to make sure he was still there. And indeed he was. The male seemed to be eying too. His stares made a cold chill run up her spine. What was this man thinking? Surly it couldn’t be good. Well, if he tried anything she could always transform and tear into that pretty little face of his, right? Though her wolf form wouldn’t be as powerful as her full moon one, it usually got the job done. With a plan in mind Catherine continued through the home with a new found confidence. When they strolled passed the cluttered all she forced her hands to her sides. Cat didn’t want to touch anything. Knowing her lucks she would break one of these priceless pieces. The beast was certain this man had a look, don’t touch policy on his home anyway, and for good reason. Everything in here looked as if it came straight out of a museum. This man did have money, suppose that is where he got all his stuff? Then again, she could be wrong. It was hard to take everything in at once. The young woman had never seen such trinkets in her life. Her home, before the destructive night, was barely decorated. She kept her walls bare aside from a few photos of her mother and brother. The only real decoration in her room was her tank, which held her little spider; Zoey. Otherwise she had nothing that resembled anything this man had. The woman stooped for a moment to look at the strange piece that hung over the door. Was that a part of a weeping angel, and was it covered in soot? Why did he just have the bust of it? This thought humored her for a few choice moments before she continued on. This man may have been rich, but he was still a guy. Catherine looked on in awe as they entered the foyer. This house was still in construction, though even unfinished it was still absolutely gorgeous. Even with everything partially wrapped she could tell the finished product would be amazing. Oh, would the wolf kill to live in a place like this. The woman didn’t stay in this room for long. When Azoriat decided to move on, she followed. She stood behind the man as he open the door to the next room. What hung on the door was a strange looking emblem, one that caused her to jump when it hit against the wood. When the two entered the room Cat was surprised how warm and inviting it was. It was nice, dark and warm almost like a wolf den. Her nerves began to relax as she walked in. The walls where adorned in trophies and other fine things. Catherine's eyes widened at all the priceless antiques that this man owned. But what caught the woman’s eye almost immediately were the little pots that sat on the table. “Wow!” she exclaimed as she trotted over to the clay pot that’s sat behind the old Chinese vase. Both pieces caught her eye, but the clay pot seemed more interesting. It had strange lettering on it, one that she had never seen before. “This is museum worthy material.” She explained. She then turned to Azoriat. She looked as excited as a little kid in a candy store. “It’s amazing.”
Her previous questioned was quickly tossed to aside as her lovely hazel eyes caught sight of Azoriat’s painting. “That painting looks old.” She explained. The woman truly adored fine art, though she rarely had any in her home. The small woman approached the picture. The damn thing had such great detail it nearly left the woman breathless. If that wasn’t enough, the eyes if anything seemed to burn right through her soul. Everything seemed to be top notch in this home. Looking on it with awe she leaned into her tip toes in an attempt to sniff it. She was right, the damn thing smelled as old as the elderly lady down the road; maybe even older? “Oh my, who is this handsome young man?” She teased. The man in the picture looked like Azoriat. A spitting image actually, but it couldn’t possibly be him. With a smirk she turned back to her host asked. “Is that your great, great, great grandfather or something?” Whoever was in this very old painting was had to be dead (or so she thought). ”-or should I add a few more greats? This piece looks very old.” With that Cat sat down in one of the soft velvet chairs. Azoriat was nice enough to welcome her into his home. Cat gave the man a nod before she looked down. The feet of the chair were rather unique. A very large smile seemed to overtake the woman’s face as she leaned down and ran her soft hand over the gargoyle’s head. This part of the chair had been excellently crafted. The werewolf was absolutely amazed. “…Very cute.” After taking everything in the wolf had begun to notice that they were alone. She didn’t smell anyone else’s scent. Well aside from the sweaty male movers, but she didn’t catch a single trace of a female's scent. This man was rich for heaven’s sake she was expecting to see a trophy wife running around this large home. What woman would resist living in a home like this anyway? Sitting up Catherine spoke again. The wolf’s over bearing curiosity seeped from the cracks of her soul. “I take it you’re a lone wolf?” She really couldn’t blame him. Cat was a bit of a loner as well. She never really found compete comfort in a pack, though most of the packs she was around were made up of humans. The only werewolf Catherine had ever run into was a very feral male, one who seemed a bit to controlling for her taste. The woman was a free spirit and didn’t obey anyone. They ended up fighting during a full moon and he was never heard from again. Catherine was a nice young lass. However, during the full moon her wolf was a viscous as they come. Even with another male around the last thing on her mind was sex. The wolf seemed to get pleasure in tearing males apart rather than mating with them. Maybe this was why she was unable to have a pack of her own? Her wolf was just too damn stubborn for its own good. Just thinking about this began to put a damper on her spirits. In an attempt to regain her composure the woman shook it off and looked to Azoriat. Surly the man would say something soon. Anything, to get her mind off these lonely thoughts. “T-This is a nice home you got here.”
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2013 13:20:30 GMT -5
Azoriat settled into his chair comfortably watching as she fluttered about the room, when she approached the clay vase he cringed slightly. His tension would be easy to pick up for the beautiful wolf. He tried to calm himself as he listened to her voice.
"Museum quality indeed, on your left is a vase from the court of Louis the XIV, on your right a vessel from the Han dynasty depicting the "dragon man", and before you is a vase from ancient Babylon with an inscription in their tongue.
He could not help but stare at her as she sauntered over to the painting over the mantle. As she reached up the muscles in her legs tightened causing her buttocks to harden. His breath was heavy, lost in the sight and the moment. When Catherine guessed the painting was some ancestor of his he could not help but chuckle.
Azoriat waited for her to settle herself in the chair. He did not want to startle her too much with what he may reveal. When she mentioned he was a lone wolf he pondered that for a moment. It had been many centuries since he had a consort, It took a particular type of creature to pique his interest in that matter, although Catherine certainly had potential.
"Thank you for your compliments on my home, perhaps you will return when everything is in place? As for the portrait above us that is most certainly me."
He gave the gravity of his words a moment to sink in before he continued.
"It was painted at my request by the master painter Titian in 1563. I am much much older than I look, but do not be frightened. If I wished you harm little wolf it would already be done."
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Post by Vitaly on May 25, 2013 20:18:26 GMT -5
Azoriat appeared to be a collector, one of a very high caliber. As he named off the vases Cat couldn’t help but to wonder how he obtained these treasures. It couldn't be easy. Those vases looked very breakable. No wonder why he didn’t keep them downstairs. The little trinkets must have been his pride and joy. Who could blame him really, one was apparent from the Babylon! Catherine would have asked about how he came to collect such priceless pieces but her mind had been redirected to the painting. Even as she sat in the chair the small woman couldn’t help but to glance up at the painting from time to time. She really liked it, or rather adored it. The old royal style painting was very intriguing to say the least. Cat seemed a bit surprised when Azoriat was inviting her to visit whenever the home was fixed up. “Really? That would be wonderful.” Maybe this Azoriat guy wasn’t as bad as she thought? He was inviting her back to his home after all. Suppose not many where allowed into the place? The woman didn’t pick up on anyone else being in the lovely mansion aside from Azoriat and the movers. She couldn’t help but to think this was the start of a new friendship. Wait, friendship? When did she see this guy as a friend? Catherine didn’t dwell on this thought much. It was more of a spur of the moment kind of thought. She was certain Azoriat wouldn’t want to be anywhere around her once he caught a glimpse of her during a full moon. If anything she shouldn’t get too comfortable around this man. More than likely she would attack him without question, her wolf didn’t discriminate. Everyone is on the menu. Well, it would be a sweet ride until that point, right? Soon Azoriat spoke of the painting. Beforehand he chuckled at Catherine’s pathetic guess. This only seemed to make the woman more curious. The man really knew how to make the woman feel a quick dose of anxiety. Once she sat down he explained that he was the one in the picture. The pale male then went on to explain its origin. Catherine was surprised to find that the handsome man in the painting wasn’t an ancestor but Azoriate, himself. It took a second or two for his words to sink in. But when it did Cat’s eyes widened in surprise. “I-Is that so?” Shock quickly set in. Even during this time of confusion the woman tried her best to stay calm. Cat’s head looked up and the painting then glanced back down at Azoriat. This man was much older than he looked. Perhaps that was how he obtained all the stuff that he had? It would make sense.
Wait a minute, what did she say about the picture? Cat’s face began to sport a light blush. She called the person in the painting handsome, and since it was Azoriat she couldn’t help but to feel a bit embarrassed. If only she had known then she wouldn’t have let on to that analogy. The girl quickly looked away. Now wasn’t the time to be thinking of such things, she was in the presence of an immortal after all. Oh, the questions that streamed through her head. Her thoughts buzzed around like a swarm of angry bees. She wanted to ask so many questions. But as perplexing as this all was she refrained from doing so. The last thing Cat wanted to do was throw her curiosity at her new acquaintance and make him feel uncomfortable. If she wanted to make this meeting work she would have to calm down.
Catherine gears began to switch as Azoriat continued to speak. He told the smaller woman that she didn’t need to fear him. Though fear wasn’t really the emotion the she-wolf was feeling right now. Cat was more excited than anything. The age old man then explained that if he wanted to hurt the little wolf he would have done so already. As comforting as this all was Cat’s mind began to pervade this man’s kindness in a different light. His words seemed to rub her the wrong way. Cocking an eye brow the Catherine looked Azoriat in the eye. She gave him a long challenging look in silence before she spoke. “Well, that is good to know. Though, I must say it would take a great deal of power to bring a wolf down.” It was in the girl’s DNA to be a bit of a bitch. In her eyes, this man acted like he could kill a wolf with one hand tied behind his back. Catherine’s alpha-like personality began to surge from her small frame. She rested her arm onto the char and gently placed her cheek on top of her hand. The woman then smirked before she continued. Her words filled with her usual snappy attitude. “I’m sure you are aware of what a wolf’s fangs can do to that pretty little face of yours, hmm?” Being perceived as a weakling was very demeaning in Catherine’s eyes. The she-wolf wouldn’t just sit there and take it. Even though Azoriat didn’t seem to mean any harm by what he said but being the wolf that she was the woman took it the wrong way. “Immortal or not, I’m sure a wolf like myself can give you quite a challenge.” After stating her peace the woman changed the subject. She had nearly forgotten about her previous question. “I’m terribly sorry but I’m not too fond of guessing games.” The woman then smirked and strained her posture. “Care to tell me what you are? You already know I’m a wolf, now it’s your turn to bleed, good sir. ”
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2013 21:13:02 GMT -5
Aorist had noticed she called him handsome and this pleased him. If she were attracted to him it would be easier to win her over. He could sense her anger and dominance rising something he did not intend to provoke. Her face grew stern as she explained how powerful wolves were and what she would do to his face. a mischeivous smirk crept across his lips.
" oh my dear, I meant you no offense. I have faced many wolves over the years including alphas. I do not wish to fight you and as for you ruining my pretty face, I could think of much... better things you could do to it."
Azoriat stood and walked to an oak cabinet by the wall. He opened the doors and there was a hiss as the pressurized humid air within the cabinet mixed with the air in the room. From the cabinet he retrieved two crystal glasses and a particularly old looking bottle of wine. He slowly poured a glass for each of them and walked with a confident swagger to her side.
"here you are, allow it a moment to breathe. As to your question.. I am Azoriat herald of Babylon, the raging fire, lord of the suffering, and witness to the fall of man. In simple English I am a Demon, I have lived in a sense for over six thousand years."
As he spoke the fire grew larger blazing, turning a bright red. He rose his glass up to her as the flames settled back down.
"A toast to us!"
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Post by Vitaly on May 26, 2013 1:35:54 GMT -5
This man’s sharp tongue seemed to cut through Catherine’s thoughts. Her cheeks flushed; taking on the look of two ripe tomatoes as Azoriat spoke. He seemed ever so confident when he mentioned how cat could do better things to his face rather than tear it off. “Oh, and what would that be?” She huffed under her breath. She didn’t really care if the man heard her or not. The words just came out. Wait, was this man coming onto her? Sure, the young female thought he was cute. But her feelings didn’t really go any further than that. She had just met the man after all. When being perused it would take some time to win her over. Catherine wasn’t an easy beast to tame. This wolf wouldn’t roll over in submission to anyone! Perhaps she could humor him some? What would be the harm in that? A playful smirk reached her lips. “I couldn’t think of anything better than tearing a man’s face into tiny little pieces.” This was a joke of course, now that the woman had settled down some she began to tease the young man.
At least Azoriat knew other wolves in his time. He even mentioned knowing a few Alphas. This got Cat’s attention. So, he had to know full and well what she was capable of. The woman began to relax a bit more. For once in her life she didn’t need to hind behind a human mask; Not around this man anyway. She could recall Azoriat saying something about not having to hide from him. Well, it would be on him to decide whether or not they could be friends. Though deep down, Cat yearned for a friend, one that could fight back if she ever lost herself to the full moon. Perhaps to day was her lucky day? There standing before he was a demon, and a powerful one at that.
Catherine watched with interest as Azoriat stood. His tall frame strolled over to a small oak cabinet that sat near the wall. When a low hissing sound streamed into Catherine’s ears she spun around in her seat and watched as Azoriat began to pour them some wine. Even from this distance she could smell it. The powerful aroma surged into her nose, nearly causing her mouth to water. She wasn’t much of wine drinker. However, the wolf would put that side, just this once. Catherine watched as Azoriat walked back each stride seemed to withhold the confidence and integrity of a thousand kings.
When the century’s old demon approached Cat, he handed her a wine glass. The she-wolf let it sit for a moment while he reveled just what kind of beast he was. While he explained the fire behind Cat began to heat up and shift around, giving the room a very eerie and almost hellish glow. Despite this sudden change the woman didn’t seem the least bit scared. Perhaps feeling a bit perplexed but not scared. This was her first encounter with a demon. She'd heard rumors about them, but that was just about it. Catherine enjoyed having such a confident soul nearby, whether it is from a demon or not. She seemed to feed of his assertive persona and tried to match it. This was an instinct she had grown to accept. Usually, she was around a bunch of humans. Calming her dominance over them was very simple, but she could tell this demon was going to be a challenge. Just the thought brought a smile to her face. There were few monsters at the PIDA she couldn’t recall any being of demon origin. Perhaps that was because most demons, much like this man, where evil in some way shape or form? By the sound of it this Azoriat went by many names. She was surprised prince of darkness wasn’t one of them.
After expanding his race Azoriat lifted his wine class to her and proposed a toast. Did people do toasty anymore? This man was six thousand years old; he had a reason to be old fashioned. Cat would go along with this for now. After all, this was his house. The woman smiled and rose from her seat, trying to hold herself up with confidence as she stood before Azoriat. “To us” And with that she gently butted the side of her glass against his. The wine had a very interesting taste to it, good thing you were supposed to sip it. The woman wasn’t too fond of the taste, but she would deal with it, if it meant pleasing her company.
While standing close to Azoriat, the man’s scent began to linger into Cat’s nose. Instinct began to tug at the woman's head, she tried to fight it but her wolf was winning. The woman involuntarily took a step forward, as her inner beast began to crawl its way to the surface. Catherine then closed her eyes before pushing her nose into Azoriat's shoulder. She had grown accustomed to his scent, and now this strange hellish smell was an aroma of a friend. Talking in his scent again it seemed to be a tad better this time. Over a short period of time his scent became a bit addicting. Possibly because it was different from anything she had ever smelled before. A rare commodity perhaps? The first sniff was okay, but this second one was even better. Ah, the scent of a demon mixed with a hint of testosterone. It was such an interesting aroma. With her nose pushed against her shoulder the woman seemed lost in a sea of smells. Oh, if Cat could realize what she was doing, then she would more certainly beat herself up about it.
(blahhh)
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Post by Deleted on May 26, 2013 11:10:00 GMT -5
Azoriat laughed as she jabbed at him, speaking of tearing his face apart. This wolf had claws indeed. She did not seem afraid of him or his obvious power. Instead she seemed drawn to it, Azoriat could use that. This wolf was different than others he had encountered, she was calm yet still carried herself with the domineering personality of an alpha.
As she stood to meet him he caught her sweet scent again wafting toward him. Her glass tinked against his and he responded with a genuine smile. As she came in closer to smell him Azoriat put his arm around her tiny form, resting his hand on the small of her back. Among the sulfur, heat and overwhelming power his scent now carried a hint of pheromones. It was obvious Azoriat found her pleasing, but he was quite practiced at controlling his more mischievous urges.
"It is ok little wolf, take in my scent. As I said you need never hide from me. I am curious though, where is your pack?"
She had mentioned she was a lone wolf, could she have meant that literally? Azoriat had never met a wolf without a pack, this woman was a bundle of surprises.
"Is there anything you wish to ask me? You must be curious."
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Post by Vitaly on May 26, 2013 23:26:57 GMT -5
What the hell was wrong with her? Here the woman was sniffing this man as if he were another wolf. The she-wolf was losing herself in this man's scent. Catherine was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. It was rare for the woman to get too close to anyone. However, Azoriat did have a very dominant air to him; a trait Cat truly loved to see in a male. When Azoriat wrapped his strong arm around Cat, she didn’t move. She could feel his warm hand against her back. Catherine didn't seem to care at this moment in time. Usually the she-wolf despised being touched by another being. It felt so strange to her, but now she was allowing it? She would let this slide, just this once. “I-I don’t need a pack.” Catherine replied as she pulled back a bit and placed one of her soft pale hands against Azoriat's warm chest. Cat refused to pull away entirely; she allowed his hand to remain on the small of her back even as she spoke. With a forced smile Catherine looked Azoriat in the eye. Her own hazel orbs where filled with a hint of sorrow, thought she would never admit to it. “It’s not like there are many wolves in the city anyway.” The woman truly did miss the social dynamics of a pack. But after her encounter with that lone male she was unsure if she should go looking for another wolf. Usually during a full moon a pack can run and hunt together. Two wolves could meet under the celestial body and get along just fine. Her wolf on the other hand seemed hell bent on destruction. Catherine feared she would kill her pack, or at least attempt too. It was unknown as to why this happened. Maybe this was a sign that she was meant to be alone forever? Just the thought caused her to shudder in Azoriat’s grasp. Catherine was lucky to have come across a man who had such will power. Most men didn’t hold the lust around her and they were met with the fangs of an angry wolf. The woman wouldn’t put up with that kind of behavior. If she didn’t want be touched then she wouldn’t allow it. Catherine wouldn’t hesitate to use her wolf form against this demon if he tried anything funny, but for right now he seemed to be acting rather calm despite the appearance of pheromones. “Actually I do, I have quite a few. You’re the first demon I’ve ever met. “Catherine really didn’t want to trouble him with stupid questions but hey he asked for it. The woman let a chuckle slip passed her lips. Her tone then turned playful. “For the lord of the suffering you actually aren’t so bad. Why is that?” The woman then cocked her head to the side like a curious pup. “Shouldn’t you be out pillaging villages and raping women? Or perhaps that just isn’t your style, old man?”
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2013 0:58:26 GMT -5
"I am very sorry to hear you are without your pack, you must be very lonely."
Azoriat's hand slid slowly up her back caressing her shoulders. He knew what it was to be alone, Demons were quite territorial and tended to not often see eye to eye. He sipped his wine letting it's aroma mix with her scent.
As she shuddered in his arms he gazed into her eyes. He could taste her sadness, he could feel her breath slow. Azoriat felt a kinship with her, He wanted to protect her. But could he protect her from himself. He thought to the other night at the Impressio, he nearly killed Lyric, all because he lost control.
"I have killed millions over the centuries Catherine, in my youth, shortly after hell was formed I was rage incarnate, my hunger could not be sated. As the Millenia passed I studded humanity looking to exploit their weaknesses, to amplify their fears. It was not until the fall of Babylon that i felt for the first time.
spending so long among mortals had imprinted them upon me. That endless rage still lurks beneath this skin, a mere parlor trick. I do my best to observe humanity and only cull those souls meant to be culled. I am truly evil make no mistake, but I too can feel. And if I were to have a woman... I would rather her give herself to me."
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