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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2013 18:06:48 GMT -5
Azoriat's Limousine pulled up to the address the young wolf had given him. He sat, bathed in the red interior lights of the car. The interior was furnished by two large leather seats and a fully stocked bar, The carpet was a lush red accentuated by the lights on the floor. Above was a Moon roof tinted and emblazoned with the seal from his home, a man with a forked tongue surrounded by a snake eating it's tail. The Demon waited as his chauffeur went to her door carrying a large red box.
The man knocked on her door holding himself with perfect posture. Azoriat hired only the best, and killed those who failed him. Azoriat had found this man in England, he had been a Butler for the royal family, but Azoriat lured him away.
Azoriat was dressed in a black tuxedo with tails. On the breast of his jacket was the man surrounded by the snake, his personal emblem. He poured himself a glass of whiskey from the bar. He raised the glass to his lips savoring the scent. He enjoyed liquor for its taste, it's nobility, it's ability to cause mortals to sin. He wondered, what sins had Catherine committed?, Which would she tonight?
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Post by Vitaly on Jun 1, 2013 20:23:48 GMT -5
There Catherine laid, her large furry frame stretched out like a rug on the dark blue lounge chair. There didn’t appear to be much room for her. Fur seemed to cover the dark seat’s exterior. Indicating that the poor beast didn’t sleep so well, she tossed and turned so much that she nearly turned the piece of furniture a completely different color with her light grey fur. Catherine’s long lanky legs dangled from the side and her body was contorted in a seemingly uncomfortable fashion. To a wolf, however, it wasn’t so bad. Catherine was as comfortable as she could possibly get. It was either this for the hard wood floor. Naturally, she chose the chair. Her roommate, Rick didn’t keep much furniture in his home. It was a simple bachelor pad, as he called it. This didn’t look like much to Catherine. Even upon moving in she asked the man where all his stuff was. And here she thought she was going to live the good life out in the Gentility Estates. Oh, how wrong she was. The PIDA stuck her with a man who couldn’t cook or clean for himself. It more so they had stuck her with a babysitting job. This place had completely dashed the poor girl's hopes. Though after a while, she had grown used to it. It would be her third week living here.
The poor wolf wouldn’t even be in the uncomfortable chair if it wasn’t for her roommate. Usually, Catherine would sleep at the end of her roommate’s bed. Rick didn’t mind, nothing ever happened between the two of them. She always thought of him as an older brother than anything else. The two would constantly fight and argue like siblings. Rick was like the older brother she never had. He was even kind enough to let her into his room, in wolf form or not. Catherine would have had a good night’s sleep in his warm bed if it wasn’t for the human’s girlfriend. Last night Ricks ‘girl’ came over to visit. Catherine hated that woman. She would always waltz into the home as if she owned the place. Granted, Catherine didn’t own it ether, but she did leave scent marks around the house. The wolf claimed this place. It was a part of her territory now. But, of course, humans would never check scent marks. Their noses were far too weak to comprehend the smelly message.
If this unwanted company wasn’t bad enough Rick had to make things more complicated. Instead of explaining Cat’s situation, he made the woman stay in her wolf form the entire time that his girlfriend had been there. Suppose he feared his girlfriend would leave him if she knew a woman was living with him? This seemed to be the case. Rick even had the audacity to kick her out of his room. Leaving the only place she could sleep was his lounging chair. Catherine could have only ponder why they kicked her out of the room. The two were making quite a racket last night. She could barely sleep between the sound of his girlfriend and the squeaking bed.
Humans were such strange creatures.
“Hey lazy mutt, wake up.” Rick said as he stood over Catherine and gave the wolf a gently pop on the nose. This was the most effective way to wake the girl. She began to stir; her fluffy frame shuddered before looking up at the man who dared to wake her. Her golden orbs glared daggers at him. That is, until he spoke. “You over slept.” The wolf suddenly shot up from the couch. Stumbling and rolling off the chair and onto the floor. Catherine seemed disorientated for a brief moment before she peered up at her human companion. Her long nails clicked against the wood flooring as she spun around to face him. The wolf didn’t look too happy. Her muzzle crinkled into a snarl as she spoke. "Y-you were supposed to wake me up after your girlfriend left!” The wolf barked her tail began to bristle. Catherine gave her roommate an intense glare. The man smirked and put his hands up in defeat. He gave the wolf a laugh. “I’m sorry she decided to leave so late. No need to get your panties in a bunch.”
After rolling her deep yellow eyes, Catherine’s lanky form stumbled away. Why of all days did she decide to sleep in? She rushed into Rick’s room and trotted over to his closet. Luckily she had prepared days in advance. The wolf had spoken to her roommate about borrowing his sister’s blood red dress. It looked rather nice on the blonde. As she got changed her companion took a seat on the warm chair, though he was now covered in fur.
When Catherine emerged from his room she was wearing a silky red dress. Her lovely golden locks where curled and dangling over her shoulders. Cat’s roommate cocked an eye brow as she strolled over to him and began to put on her dress shoes. “I hope you are wearing underwear, Catherine. I wouldn’t want my little girl to get too breezy.” The man couldn’t help but to laugh at his own joke. He would have complimented the girl on her stunning appearance. However he figure teasing her was better. It was like Rick to do this to Cat. The woman merely rolled her eyes again. She’d learned to put up with his childish behavior. Rick couldn’t help but to smile, his deep blue eyes looked over to Catherine. The dress she was wearing really brought out her curves in her body. This had to be a very special occasion; Catherine never really dressed up for anyone. She had been very vague in her description of her new friend. Rick was a bit suspicious, but the woman was old enough to take care of herself. He trusted Cat's instincts.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, breaking both beings from their thoughts. “Hey Cat, I think your sugar daddy is here.” Rick teased with a hardy laugh. Catherine didn’t seem too amused by his little joke. “S-shut up.” She snapped. The woman slowly stood, wincing as she did so. Her back was still a bit sore after her run in with her demonic friend. The wound had healed, but the scar was still there. Catherine quickly made her way over to the door. Then with a deep breath she opened it only to find a strange man standing there with a red box in his hang. The wolf peered behind him and noticed the limo. Azoriat did say he was going to pick her up in one. Her Havel eyes looked back at the chauffeur. With a gentle smile she exited her home. Well, this was new. Catherine wasn’t too sure what to say to him. But she did eye the box he was holding, what could possibly be inside? “Hello?”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2013 21:27:25 GMT -5
"Ah yes madame, Master Azoriat has instructed me to present you with this gift."The chauffeur opened the box revealing a black collar set with a sizeable diamond. From the collar hung a tag reading "Catherine". Inside the box as well were matching diamond earrings with slivers of onyx dangling from them. The earrings carried a hellish scent, reeking of terrible evil. The man walked hurried to the limo opening the door for Catherine. Inside she could see Azoriat dressed finely and holding a glass of whiskey on the rocks. She could hear Beethoven playing over the limo's speakers, the song Moonlight Sonata. Azoriat seemed pleased by the sight of her, his eyes started from her feet traveling up her body slowly inspecting every curve. He patted the seat beside him. "Hello my sweet wolf. you are looking quite beautiful this day. I hope you enjoy my gifts."He sipped his drink waiting for her to enter, waiting for the closeness he craved. Her taste was already hitting him, like a drug he was hooked. She would be his, she had to be.
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Post by Vitaly on Jun 3, 2013 14:55:09 GMT -5
“…A gift?” Catherine stood there, utterly dumbfounded. Did Azoriat really have to get her something? Too bad she didn’t think of buying anything for him. Suppose she shouldn’t feel too bad though. Azoriat had plenty of money to spend. Besides, she could always pay him back in other ways. Catherine’s hazel eyes sparkled in delight as the chauffeur opened the red box. There sat a pair of beautiful onyx earrings and a black collar. Wait, a collar? A playful smirk reached Catherine’s lips. Was this man trying to make her is pet or something? This wasn’t just any collar though. It was decorated with a very large diamond, and a name tag that read ‘Catherine’. Well, if she was going to be someone’s pet at least she would be a pampered pooch. Just the thought of being someone’s little lap dog humored the young werewolf. Being a free spirited beast, Catherine wouldn’t obey anyone. It would take quite some time to get her to submit completely. This little trinket seemed to be a hint of what Azoriat had planned for her, though at the time she didn’t realize it.
With a smile she slipped the lovely collar around her neck. The collar itself was a snug fit, not that she minded. Catherine then looked down at the earrings. They looked really expensive. And what was this? A very strange scent rolled off of them. It wasn’t necessarily a bad scent. The essence of evil didn’t exactly have a particular smell, but these did reek of something interesting. Catherine wasn’t too surprised; she was getting these gifts from a demon after all. The earrings looked to pretty to resist anyway. She put then on as she followed the chauffeur to the limo. Catherine was about to grab the door to open it but the man did it for her. She cocked her head to the side. Cat wasn’t exactly used to this kind of treatment. “Um...thanks.” This would be one of the things she would have to get used too.
When the door opened, a very handsome young Azoriat sat there with a glass of whiskey in his hand. Catherine had to stifle a laugh. “Don’t you think it’s a little too early to be drinking?” Catherine teased as she leaned into the car. Catherine smiled as Azoriat complimented her on her appearance. With a light blush she replied. “Thank you.” He really knew how to make the girl smile. Catherine was happy to see that he was back to his human form. His other one was quite daunting. “You are looking quit handsome yourself, Azoriat.” And with that she climbed into the limo.
“Yes, I do love my gifts. The earrings are gorgeous.” The female then laughed. “I must say I’ve never gotten a collar before, but it is lovely too.” Catherine slid in next to Azoriat. As he looked her over she took the time to doing a little looking herself. The inside of his limo was nice. This was the first time she’d ever been in one. Azoriat did have a taste for interesting things. With a smile she turned to him.“You really didn’t have to get me anything. I’ll have to return the favor one day.” The woman yawned. She really didn’t realize just how tired she was until she sat next to Azoriat. A combination of the music and the warmth that was radiating off his body began to lull her back to sleep. No, she couldn’t sleep now! Not on her date. The woman grumbled, shaking her head. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to keep herself form going back to sleep. Catherine’s fatigue quickly won her over. Laying down for a second or two wouldn’t hurt right?
With a smirk Catherine leaned over and rested her head on Azoriat’s lap, the tag on her collar clanged as she did so. The wolf was still a bit tired after not sleeping so well last night. Damn Rick just had to send her into the living room. Perhaps she should have taken the demon up on his offer and stayed at his home for the night? Back in the woods Azoriat did tell her that she could stay at his place anytime. He would even have his servants stock a closet full of cloths for her. As flattering as this all was Catherine couldn’t quite help but to feel a bit strange about moving in with a male she had just met. Days after they met he was inviting her to stay at his home. The she-wolf wasn’t exactly sure what to make of Azoriat. He was very attractive that was for sure. Cat did manage to gain a small crush for him over the past few days, but she never saw it as anything too serious. Maybe after the date she could talk to him about moving in? Catherine would pull her fur out if she had to sleep on the lounge chair again. Azoriat’s bed had to be more comfortable than that horrible chair. Hell, Azoriat himself was far more comfortable. With a light yawn the she-wolf nuzzled her head into Azoriat’s leg. “You’re so warm.” Catherine closed her eyes for a moment. A very content sigh then streamed from her lips. "You make a good pillow, Azoriat.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2013 16:58:46 GMT -5
"The time which it is appropriate to indulge in liquor only applies tho those whom feel it's effects my dear. I mearly have aquired a taste for the liquid over the centuries. Yes I have healed nicely though there is a spot right here which has yet to regrow this mortal flesh."
Azoriat rubbed his side where the wolf had clamped down on his torso. Catherine was quite ferocious in her other form, almost the polar oposite of the sweet delicate creature before him now. She mentioned that she loved the earrings, he was glad. Azoriat had broken a strict rule in making those for her, No piece of hell was ever to touch the mortal world. This law had been broken many times though extreme punishment only ever befel those that brought large pieces that could not be hidden, a pair of earrings would hardly raise suspicion unless an angel were near.
"I am glad you like them, they are unique... they are slivers of stone carved from my home in Hell. You need not fret yourself with a gift for me Catherine, You are my gift. That is unless you know an angel I may feast on."
Azoriat laughed, of course she wouldn't know an angel, the cowards never showed themselves.She lowered her head to his lap and he smirked, would this be his gift? He did not think Catherine was so sinful as to commit sodomy. When she laid her head upon his lap he relaxed, placing his hand on her shoulder. Let her rest now he thought,It would be a long night.
"Perhaps tonight you will see how comfortable I truly am."
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Post by Vitaly on Jun 4, 2013 12:32:04 GMT -5
“Good, as long as I don’t have to drag your drunken ass anywhere then we’ll be fine.” It was interesting to know that Azoriat couldn’t get drunk. She would have to keep that in mind the next time she decided to drink around him. Catherine would be sure not to get drink around him at all. Bad things happened whenever Catherine decided to drink. The woman didn't act as calm as she did now, more so she turned into a crazy bitch in heat. Needless to say she didn't want Azoriat to see that side of her.
“It’s good to hear that you are healing.” A feeling of sorrow began to wash over the smaller female. She swallowed hard and thought back to that night as Azoriat spoke of his wound. Oh, what a terrible night it had been. If only she’d known Azoriat was coming. Then maybe, she could have done something to prevent the fight they had. Catherine could recall the bloody scene after the sun rose. The smell of blood laid thick in the air. The two of them had battled it out all night. Perhaps their little get together inevitable? Azoriat did mention that he wanted to see her wolf. He went to the woods voluntarily, completely of his own free will. Catherine couldn’t quite understand why he would want to meet her other half. It wasn’t like Cat’s wolf was a kind, gentle soul. No, the beast would go after anything that moved. She wouldn’t hesitate to tear anything to apart.
Catherine scoffed at the idea that Azoriat might have been trying to befriend her beastly persona. That wasn’t possible, or so she thought. Perhaps he figured his demonic form could persuade a beast of the night? Ha, what a joke. Sure, he was rather intimidating for her human form, but for her wolf one he was nothing more than a bright red snack. Prey that could be easily tracked through the forest thanks to his red flesh. Catherine was sure her wolf had a ball with him; which was why she felt so bad. She could recall having the taste of his blood in her mouth. Azoriat wasn’t the only one carrying the scares from that night. Catherine also barred trophies from their battle. The claw marks on her back where a bit faded, but they were still there. With a sigh Catherine spoke. “Stay out of my territory and it won’t happen again.” Catherine was a bit hesitant on taking Azoriat up with his offer of him giving her a place to change. The woman would love to find a new location. However, she didn’t want to take a chance of hurting him again. Her wolf had already gotten as taste of his blood. There wasn't a single doubt in her mind that she would try to find Azoriat during the next full moon. The wolf has enjoyed the state of his blood. Catherine, herself even thought the taste of his blood was delicious, though she would never admit it.
What Azoriat said next was rather fascinating. Hell? So, that was what the smell was all about.Catherine had no idea how he pulled it off but apparently the earrings he gave her from a piece straight from his home in hell. Cat couldn’t quite believe it. His words had to be true though, she could smell the evil wafting off the onyx earrings. “I’ll treasure them forever.” They were unique alright. She’d have to take extra care of them. And as for the collar, it could come in handy whenever she was out trotting around in her wolf fur. People wouldn’t treat her like a filthy stray anymore. They’d see the collar and realize she had a home. Catherine had seen this many times. Canines that had collars were usually offered treats by the neighbors. It was an interesting concept the humans picked up, but hell it would work in her favor.
Catherine’s thoughts quickly vanished as Azoriat explained that she was his gift. Luckily the woman was looking in the opposite direction, or Azoriat would have seen her face turn blood red. She couldn’t quite believe what this man was telling her. No one had ever liked her like this before, especially after seeing her on a full moon. Perhaps this Azoriat was the man she was looking for? He was able to look passed her beast and see her for what she truly was. “I-I am?” She questioned for a moment. Azoriat then went on joke about angels. The girl thought for a moment, there was an angel or two working at the PIDA, but she wouldn’t bring it up. The last thing she would want was for Azoriat to have anything to do with them. To protect him, she would lie through her fangs. “Sorry, love. I don’t know any angels. However, I will be getting you a gift. Somehow, someway you will get something. I don’t know what it will be yet, but it will come to me eventually. ”
Catherine laughed at his comment. So, she would see just how comfortable he truly was? “Oh, will I?” Cat cooed, a seductive tone crept from her lips as she spoke. The woman then opened her eyes. There was a possibility the demon’s word had a double meaning. She caught onto it rather quickly. It would be rude just to jump to conclusions, so Cat decided to humor him. The woman nuzzled her cheek into his leg before she spoke. “Is than an invitation to your bed? I would love to see just how comfortable you are. “With a light chuckle she continued.“I'm sure I can use you for more than just a pillow. A man like yourself must have multiple uses, yes? “ The woman seemed to be in the teasing sort of mood. Despite her fatigue she would continue to play around with him.
Did this demon really think he could get her into his bed, and have her submit like some bitch? If so he had another thing coming. Catherine did what she wanted. If she didn’t wish to cuddle then she wouldn’t. If the young beast wasn’t in the mood to fuck then she wouldn’t even think of doing so. Catherine was a free spirit, she didn’t answer to anyone. Azoriat was going to have quite some trouble breaking her. Being an alpha she wouldn’t even think of submitting to him. Needless to say, this wolf was going to be a tough nut to crack.
“Though, you might want to be careful what you do dear Azoriat. Make a wrong move and I just might bite you again.” Her tone was playful enough to seem like a joke, though deep down it was true. She would bite him if he managed to irritate her. Catherine did like Azoriat. However, with her alpha personality she had a line she wouldn’t cross (unless she was forced). The wolf chuckled at the thought of him getting her to lay with him. It wouldn't be easy, but anything was possible. The tag on her collar jingled as she rolled over. Now, her cheek was pressed against Azoriat’s stomach. She didn't hesitate to take in his scent. When Cat did, she smiled. Ah, yes. Azoriat had an aroma she could never forget. The man's scent was rather addicting to the wolf. She could sit here and take it in all day. Her hazel eyes then looked up at him as she spoke. “That’s right. We are going to your home after our little outing. I guess your house is all straightened up now? I can't wait to see what it looks like." The girl then grinned. Catherine's inner alpha began to seep out of the cracks of her soul. The woman felt his hand just sitting there on her shoulder. Like any other canine Catherine did like the occasional pet. She lifted her own delicate hand and patted his side “Don’t just sit there Azoriat, pet me.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2013 15:45:10 GMT -5
Azoriat laughed as she spoke of dragging him around. He enjoyed Catherine's light hearted spirit, she was a creature of good nature. She looked sad when he mentioned his wound and seemed lost in thought for a moment before returning to him, instructing him to stay out of her territory.
"Ah but you see my dear I have claimed all of Orlands as mine, so your territory is infact my territory. But I shall not intrude upon your space again unless invited."
The demon teased her a bit with his words as he held her breathing in her scent. He was behaving himself for the moment, he needed Catherine for his plans but there was a whole other layer there. Could he have actual feelings for this mortal creature? The thought made him shudder in fear, fear of weakness, fear of commitment, fear of the unknown.
"You are the only living mortal to own a piece of Hell Catherine. It is forbidden to bring our world to yours as it raises suspicion. Angels will know their origins so be careful."
"Yes, and what a beautiful gift you are, were I impatient I would unwrap my present right now. I will however remain a gentleman as long as I can bear it. We demons while lustful are an advanced society."
Azoriat began to stoke her with his warm hand, running it down her side to the crve of her thigh and back again. He was enjoying this motion as much as she, adjusting himself in his seat as thing got a bit "cramped" below.
"You are welcome to my bedchambers whenever you wish Catherine, though it need not be for pleasures of the flesh. You are without a pack and I know how lonely that can be for a wolf. If you need a body to huddle up to come night I would be honored to be your choice. I must say though the experience was painful I quite enjoyed your bite, It has been centuries since I felt pain and you have reminded me that sometimes pain brings pleasure."
He continued to pet her curves smirking as she mentioned going to his house after their museum outing. Azoriat had much planned, and he hoped by dawn she would be his completly.
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Post by Vitaly on Jun 4, 2013 20:17:09 GMT -5
The werewolf cocked an eye brow. Her hazel eyes looked up at Azoriat as he spoke. So, this demon thought he owned all of New Orlands? Cat scoffed. This had to be some kind of a joke. Perhaps the alcohol was affecting him after all?“I think most of the humans here would disagree with you on that one Azoriat. And as for my territory, it is mine until I give it up.” Catherine didn’t hesitate to give the man eye contact as she spoke. Her hazel eye glinted with a hint of irritation. Being an alpha the woman was very protective of her space. Her territory was her one true home after all. To have someone take it from her, that was impossible. Cat wouldn’t give up her home without a fight. The man did say that he wouldn’t intrude on her ever again unless asked. However this still didn’t set well with the young wolf. In her eyes the territory still belonged to her. A demon’s words couldn’t tell her otherwise.
Though Catherine was being serious, Azoriat seemed to be teasing her. Maybe she was taking this all a bit too seriously? Just to keep the peace the woman would reply with a tease as well. There was no use in getting angry over this, at least not until he tried to take it from her. With a gently smirk Catherine replied. “Unless of course you would like to fight for my territory, it is how my kind decides who owns what. Perhaps a battle for dominance would be in order, hm?“ A breathless chuckle streamed from her lips. His words did spark her curiosity. Catherine couldn’t help but to smile. She nuzzled the side of her face into Azoriat’s stomach. “Owning all of New Orleans would be nice. Everyone in the city would be your bitch. Kinda' like being an alpha of alphas so to speak?”
Catherine looked up at Azoriat as he explained the earrings. "Don't worry about me dear. I will be careful." So, angels could tell where they were from? She would have to keep them at home whenever she went to work. The last thing she wanted was for others to start asking questions about her personal life. That could only lead to trouble. Catherine did things that went against the PIDA rules, only she did it on her own time. Hell, she killed countless humans during the full moons and didn’t tell a single soul about it. It wouldn’t be so bad if Catherine didn’t work for an organization that prided itself in getting dangerous beings off the streets. It was a shame that one of their own was actually committing some of those crimes they were investigating. Catherine bit her lip as she thought about it. One day, they would find out, but as for now she would keep her secrets under wraps.
So, Azorait wanted to ‘unwrap’ his gift? Catherine could tell what he meant by that. It didn’t take a genius to decipher the sexual undertones in his words. She was glad this man was being patent. If she wished to fuck it would be on her own accord. The girl laughed, so he wanted to take her right now if he could? “Hmm, that would be something now wouldn’t it?” Catherine teased with a sharp toothed smile. “Let’s just hope you can keep it in your pants just a little longer.” All talk and no play would make this relationship a bit boring. Suppose she should spice things up a bit? Catherine wanted to test this demon, just to see how patent he truly was. Even demon’s had to have a breaking point, right? A devilish grin appeared onto Catherine’s face as Azoriat spoke of lust. Oh, teasing this man was going to be fun! If he stepped out of line she could just put him in his place. She was just cruel like that. Eventually, this little tease could come back to bite her in the ass. But for now it was all just fun and games. Catherine's delicate hand slipped inside Azoriat's shirt. She began to run her soft fingers over the fleshy scar that sat on his side. “I suppose Werewolves can be lustful as well…if you catch us in the right moment. We can be very spontaneous, so just watch you back.” Catherine grinned as he felt his warm hand run down her hourglass frame. If her tail was out it would be wagging right now. There was nothing Cat loved more than a good pet.
Wait, he was allowing her to lay his bed just to cuddle? No sex, no nothing? That didn’t sound very demon-like to her. Maybe this was some kind of a trap, or perhaps he was truly being nice? He did mention that he knew what it was like to be alone. Catherine nodded; it was lonely being without a pack. Cat thought she had learned to live with her loneliness. But she would still get depressed whenever left alone for long periods of time. Wolves were pack animals after all, without any social stimulation her mind would begin to spiral out of control. She would have to visit his home for a cuddle session one day. It would be nice to see someone other than her roomate. Catherine hoped Azoriat was being sincere about this. Her lovely smile shifted into a frown. "Yeah, I do get terribly lonely."
What about Azoriat? Suppose he was lonely as well. The demon had been alive for quite some time. He probably saw his past mates come and go. Apart of Cat actually felt bad for this man. He was immortal, and without a mate to love. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to give him a try? He wasn’t like her roommate, Rick. Azorait had ambitions, ones that could ultimately lead to him ruling over New Orleans, or so he hinted earlier. Would she want to be a part of that? Surly it wouldn’t hurt to be an alpha female at his side. The more cat thought about it, the more she liked the idea. Catherine cocked her head a bit. Pain brought him pleasure? Well, that was interesting. He was one of those types? “If that is the case then perhaps I should bite you more often. I kinda like the feeling of my fangs on your flesh.” Cat then laughed before she spoke again. Her curiosity for before crept back into her skull. “Before you said something about owning this city, is that true?”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2013 21:11:53 GMT -5
Azoriat smiled and watched her scoff at the notion that he was lord of Orlands. So she doubted his power, the little wolf was full of surprises. She looked irritated as she looked at him, it seemed she was perturbed by his comment.
"Most humans are oblivious to the world around them my sweet. Most do not know we are even here, I myself am not truly this body. I am an incorporeal being of darkness, I assume physical form to better blend into the mortal world. You truly need not worry my sweet wolf I do not wish a territory war with you, all you mark shall be yours. Besides if I were to fight you for your territory I would have to see you cry again, and I never want to see that again."
Azoriat leaned down and kissed the wolf's cheek. She was so breathtaking, it took quite a bit of restraint to keep his hands to just petting her. She seemed to be warming up to the idea of him ruling Orlands. He reached over and touched her hand, his hand was getting hotter to touch but still bearable.
"Angels are not as your stories proclaim, they will use you to get what they want. We left Heaven for freedom and still they pursue us. Have no fear though, I will protect you. I have killed a great many Angels."
She seemed amused by his joke about unwrapping her, and in truth it was only slightly a joke. She managed to turn his cheeks red as she spoke of him keeping it in his pants. Did he just blush? What the fuck was that about, he could not remember anytime he had in his 6000 years felt like this. It made him feel weak. He fought the urge to take his coin in his hand as he did not want to scare her but it was very apparent he was scared and confused.
"A..As I said you may j..join me if you are ever l..lonely... Demon blood can be quite addicting, but you may bite me when in my bed chambers... As for the city yes I have lain my claim over it, any Demon may challenge me for dominion but so far none have. I am amassing powerfull allies to help secure my position."
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Post by Vitaly on Jun 5, 2013 16:54:29 GMT -5
What Azoriat said about taking over the city couldn’t be true, could it? He had to be pulling her leg. That feat was impossible. Many have tried, and all have failed. Catherine hoped Azoriat would be smart about his plan and keep it under wraps. If not, then the PIDA would be after him in a heartbeat. Just the thought of him being locked in their facility caused her to frown. She’d been there, in that situation. Luckily the organization gave her a second chance to turn her life around, or else she would still be locked up till this very day. A sinking feeling could be felt in the pit of her gut. What would happen if the PIDA caught wind of Azoriat’s plan? If he had done anything too harsh they could even put him down for it. Catherine looked up at the young demon. Her hazel eyes looked into his as she spoke. “I wouldn’t be gloating about it if I were you Azoriat. If the wrong people catch wind of it then who knows what would happen.” Catherine did care for her demonic friend. She didn’t want to see him get hurt. The demon had been so nice, and kind to her. It was only natural to be just as generous back. The woman then decided to lighten the mood a bit. “Just be careful, I don’t want have to bail you out of jail or anything.”
“H-Hey! Who says I would cry?! “Catherine pouted; she poked her bottom lip out and released a low snort. Oh god, she could remember crying on that night. Azorait had helped dry her tears. Embarrassed, the wolf looked away.“You can’t make me cry Azoriat, I only cried because my wolf hurt you. If we did have a territorial confrontation then the fight would be far. I could hurt you as much as I please. And no, I wouldn’t cry!” The woman suddenly stopped pouting as Azoriat explained that he never wanted to see her cry again. She looked back up at him as he said this. Her face seemed a bit confused. Did he really mean it? A hint of happiness could be seen in those hazel eyes of hers as the demon leaned down to give her a kiss. Catherine wasn’t quite the sentimental type. However the kiss did seem to bring out her inner girl. Her face then flushed. “I-I wasn’t expecting a kiss so soon.”
After that the man mentioned angels and how they were different. Catherine smirked. “I’m not afraid of angels, and I am more than capable than taking care of myself.” The wolf huffed, though deep down it felt good to know someone had her back. She’d never truly had a friend like Azoriat before. Most people and supernatural alike would keep their distance from her after they realized what she was. Being around other wolves was out of the question as well. As much as Catherine yearned for a pack she could never truly have one; thanks to her wolf’s attitude problem. She would keep her distance from other wolves in fear that her beastly side would tear them apart when the full moon came around. Catherine snapped back to reality as Azoriat place his hand onto hers. His rough hand was nice and warm. It actually felt nice against her flesh. With a forced smile she spoke. “If I ever have any trouble with an angel I will be sure to give you a call.”
“You are far too kind Azoriat. I would love to just lay with you in your bed. But, biting you a bit does sound fun.” Catherine teased before Azoriat changed the subject. So, Azorait was building a pack? By the way he spoke, it sounded like he was. Perhaps, she could be a part of his pack? Oh, how the young female yearned for a ‘pack’ of her own. “You are gathering helpers, kinda like a pack right? I guess ruling alone wouldn’t be so fun, huh?”
A large devilish grin appeared onto Catherine’s lovely face. She’d noticed Azoriat’s blush after her pants comment. What came after surprised her even more. Was he acting nervous? A demon hell bent on taking over the city was acting scared around her? No, this didn’t seem right. There was no way in hell he was lowering his guard like this. To her surprise he was. Was this the same Azoriat she met before? The strong, confident demon had reverted into his shell after her last comment. This was interesting. Catherine took in this moment of weakness while it made itself known. So, Azoriat did have a weakness or two. Cat’s dominant air began to slowly creep out from her feminine frame. She would show her dominance while Azoriat was at his weakest. it was just the way she was. With Azorait feeling afraid and confused the woman took the opportunity to use it to her advantage. It was only natural for a wolf to take advantage of another while their guard was down. She wouldn’t do anything too serious, not now anyway. Catherine smiled and batted her eyes. “Is that a blush I see dear Azoriat? How cute.” Catherine teased as she leaned up and gently butted the top of her head under his chin. Then with a grin she pulled her bum into his lap and leaned her head against his chest. With a breathless chuckle she began to nuzzle him. “What is wrong? You look confused.” She shifted a bit in his lap before releasing a content sigh. This was going to be a very interesting day.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2013 17:47:03 GMT -5
Azoriat stroked her hair, so she was worried about him that was a nice surprise. She seemed shocked by the kiss and he cured himself, he could not think straight. Azoroat in all his existance had only known 7 emotions none of which describes how he felt for this mortal. If only he could regain his composure If only whe walls were not closing in around him.
"My appologies Catherine, it was not gentlemanly of me to kiss you... I am having a hard time thinking clearly."
Azoriat held his head in one hand looking almost pained as he tried to search through himself for the cancer which made him feel so weak. All the Demon could find was her, this was not good, not good at all. He would not have everything he was working at fall to pieces because of some childish crush. It felt so real, so raw. Why in all the Milenia did he just now fall for a mortal, was this even possible?
"You could say I am gathering a pack... I... I need. I w..want... Nevermind..."
Azoriat's frustration was clear as was the scent of rage boiling off of him. He was vulnerable and it did not please him. She slid onto him and he groaned with desire, was she toying with him?
"Forgive me Catherine, I don't know what is wrong with me... I cannot stop thinking about something..."
In truth he could not stop thinking about her. The demon was stricken with feelings for a mortal. His experience on this mortal plane came nowhere near explaining what he should do in this situation. The limosine stopped, it seemed they had arrived at their destination. The driver waited outside the door for them to finish whatever they were doing.
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Post by Vitaly on Jun 5, 2013 20:09:18 GMT -5
The wolf grinned from ear to ear as Azorait stroked her long blond locks. The demon really had a golden hand when it came to petting. The wolf was sitting there like a spoiled little lap dog. Cat would have to ask him to do it again sometime. When she sat down onto his lap the man groaned. It wasn’t exactly the kind of nose she was expecting to hear, but it amused the playful wolf nonetheless. Cat couldn’t help but to think that she should have been born as a succubus instead of a werewolf. She was ready to tease him more when he started apologizing. In a matter of minutes this strong willed demon’s confidence took a nose dive. Cat began to wonder why.
Catherine watched as Azoriat rested his head on his hand. He looked to be in pain, almost as if he had a headache of some sort. What was wrong with him? Maybe it was her teasing that pushed him over the edge? Catherine was bad at that. Azoriat didn’t act like this until she said something about his pants. The woman didn’t quite understand what was going on. If only she had known about the internal conflict he was having, then maybe she wouldn’t have been teasing him so much. Though, it was in the wolf’s nature to take advantage of others when their weaknesses where exploited. When he apologized for the kiss Catherine shook her head. “N-no it was fine.” A light blush appeared onto her cheeks. “I kinda' liked it.”
Catherine’s hazel eyes sparkled in delight as Azorait explained that he was making a pack. When he began to stifle his words the woman cocked her head. Wasn’t he going to ask her to join? Perhaps he just couldn’t get it out. When he said nevermind the woman frowned and looked down. That one simple word seemed to kill her happiness all together. Doubt began to whelp up inside that head of hers. Maybe she wasn’t good enough? She couldn’t help but to think she was destined to be a lone wolf for the rest of her life. If she heard him right, he said he needed something, but what? What on earth could this man be looking for? Even with her hopes dashed she was still help this demon. Suddenly the limo stopped. They seemed to have made it to the museum in record time, that or Catherine had just been too distracted by Azorait to even noticed. Well, they made it there in one piece at least. Cat couldn’t quite believe just how patient the driver was. If the wolf were in his shoes she would have thrown everyone out of the car. Catherine shook the thoughts from her head as Azoriat spoke again.
“What is that something?” So many questions buzzed around inside of the wolf’s skull. Maybe there was another woman he liked, and he felt bad for going out with her? No, that couldn’t be it. She would have smelled someone else on him, right? Cat bit her lip in anticipation. It wouldn’t hurt to ask. "Is there someone else you are interested in? Is that why you are acting so strange?” Perhaps she was wrong. Oh god, she hoped she was wrong. Catherine did have a minor crush on the demon that sat before her. Her thoughts went back to Azoriat. He might have been stressed out because of his plan. Planning on taking over the city had to be stressful to some extent. That could be the case as well. With a light sigh the woman slid off Azoriat’s lap and sat beside him. What was she going to do with this demon? Catherine turned to Azoriat and placed a gentle hand on his warm shoulder. There was something eating at her dear friend, and she wanted to help. Catherine made sure to make eye contact when she spoke. The woman wanted her words to get through to that skull of his. “We are friends now Azoriat. You can tell me anything.”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2013 21:09:39 GMT -5
Azoriat tried to think of the words he wanted to say. She apparently enjoyed the kiss, the thought of this calmed his nerves a bit. He slowly regained his composure and with it his confidence. Azoriat sweeped her hair away from her neck and leaned in, his hot breath washing over her. He pressed his mouth against her neck giving her a small bite.
"Good, because I enjoyed it as well Catherine."
Her face contorted as she tried to discern the meaning of his words. Azoriat placed his finger upon her lips with a smile. He took her hand and led her out of the Limousine. Azoriat adjusted her dress making her look presentable. He held her hand still as he walked her toward the entrance of the Museum. Azoriat was determined to have her, he had to be careful though that he did not lose himself in these confusing feelings.
"There is no other mortal who holds my attention Catherine. I swear to you, after our date I will answer any questions you have, for now just enjoy yourself."
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Post by Vitaly on Jun 5, 2013 22:30:29 GMT -5
A chill ran down Catherine’s spine when Azoriat’s hot breath rolled over her neck. Apart of her enjoyed this closeness, but the other half did not. Her body immediately tensed as Azoriat bit down onto her soft neck. The bite itself didn’t hurt. Azoriat was being rather gentle. If he had been anyone else the woman would have snapped. Luckily, she trusted Azoriat enough. The feeling of his fangs on her flesh wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. A pleasure filled growl streamed from her lips. The werewolf was happy to see her friend’s confidence returning. It seemed to come back with a vengeance. Catherine smirked. “We’ll have to do it again, yes?”
Catherine opened her mouth to speak again, only to be silenced. Azoriat placed his finger onto her lips and smiled. That shut the werewolf up. Soon, he took her hand and led her out of the limo. The sun’s warm rays washed over her lovely frame. She smiled, looking up at the museum and reading the sign. A sense of nostalgia washed over her. This place hadn’t changed much since her last visit. Catherine thought back to when her family came here. She was sure it had changed a bit on the inside since then. Suddenly, Catherine felt something on her dress. The wolf jumped, her collar jingled as she did so. For a moment a low defensive growl rumbled from Cat’s chest. He managed to startle the young wolf. Once she realized it was just Azoriat adjusting her dress she turned back to the building; feeling a bit embarrassed by what just happened. “S-sorry.”
When Azoriat spoke Cat chuckled again. This demon knew how to keep things interesting. “Very well, don’t expect me to go easy on the questions either.” She teased “I have a lot I want to ask.” as the two walked up to the entrance Catherine began to get a bit excited. She held onto Azoriat’s hand as they entered the building. "What shall we look at first?"
((Meh, shit post is shit. My next one will be better. I wasn’t too sure if I should add more or not.))
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2013 22:51:26 GMT -5
Azoriat squeezed her hand reassuringly. He did not want her to feel out of place when her wolf reered it's head. Azoriat hopped up the stairs and opened the dor for her, giving her a bow with a smile.
"Perhaps we can do it again after dinner my sweet wolf. You should never appologize for your instincts Catherine, they will keep you alive. How was your wolf to hknow if I had ulterior motives?"
Azoriat put his arm around her possesivly as they walked into the museum. His hand warmed her hip as he walked in stride with her. Azoriat knew she had many questions for him, hopefully their museum trip would give him time to think of the answers.
"I look foward to answering them Catherine. I will never hide from you. I hope what you learn will not push you from me."
With a smirk he pointed to the sign for the Roman exhibit. "Reddite ergo, quae sunt Caesaris, Caesari.. or Render unto Cesar all that which belongs to Cesar."
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