There's a place down town... [Guil]

[Blake O'Sullivan]

Ah. The night seemed hot. Maybe it was the state. It could have been the apartment. Even the left over steam from the shower that the girl was now blow drying her hair from. It didn't matter. It only took a single phone call to a single being to get some company... And a begged, much needed apology from the witch to the hound. For she avoided not just anyone elses calls, but Guil's aswell. She did feel terrible. But at the same time, she had the right... To a point. But truth be told, she missed her friend more than anything. Besides a few selected others. Tonight, they were going out!

As she stood in her bathroom, drying her hair to style it appropriately, she was humming to herself and kept herself in her bath robe. Seemed like the smartest thing to do as she knew styling with clothes completely on could be completely on. She ran her elegant fingers through her blonde locks and continued to dry and hum to herself. Her mind had been wandering around in several places. She truly did have some deep human qualities about her. This excitement was a truly obvious one. Guil truly kept her happy. Shr felt she could be herself, and he was funny. He was also big at helping her gain a spine. She enjoyed his company just as much as he enjoyed hers. She was suddenly torn from her train of thought by a sudden thud at the door. She knew that... Annoyed... Pissy... Bratty knock.

"It's open, Leatherface!" she called out from her bathroom. A smile graced her pale features as she waited for the door to open and close behind the hound. She wondered. Would he lecture her to come off as a pain in the padded ass - first! Would he express any sign of happiness seeing her - second! Just bitch and moan - third! Or all of the above!

[Guillotine]

Blake’s voice was the last possible thing Gil was expecting to hear today. The witch had decided to give the worried hellhound a call. He called countless times within the past week or two, and hadn’t got a single answer from her. This struck the male as strange but what more could he do? Hell, he even went to the extent as to go to the woman’s home but again he never got an answer. She was avoiding him, but why? Did this have to do with Khaine? Perhaps she was still upset about losing her child. That was a possibility. For whatever reason, Blake was acting strange, and Gil wanted to know what was up. Unfortunately, the male’s drive to figure this problem out had diminished over the last few weeks. He had come up with nothing, and was now lounging at his friend Akhtar’s home. The hellhound was living there for a while. His boss opened up his own home for the hellhound to stay in until he solved his PIDA issue. This of course was easier said than done.

Guillotine was lying back on his plush bed that Akhtar had gotten him. The male sat there in nothing more than his boxer shorts. Gil yawned as his pale fingers thumbed through a rather explicit magazine. He had nothing else to do, so why not? Akhtar had forbid him from going to work until he got his temper under control. What else was a horny hellhound to do?

After a minute of looking through nude images Guillotine got a call on his cell phone. He was tempted not to answer it, but his curiosity soon got the better of him. Just who would be calling him at this hour? Guillotine put the magazine back under his pillow before he rolled over and snatched his small red flip phone from the nightstand. He opened it, and examined the number. Needless to say he was surprised to see that Blake was the one calling him. Without so much as a second thought Gil answered the phone and was met by a barrage of apologies. Guillotine rolled his eyes. He kept his mouth shut for once and let Blake do all the talking. It seemed that the woman wanted to hang out. Gil usually wouldn’t pass up an opportunity like this, but the situation at hand was begging for a more drastic approach. What possessed the woman to finally call him back? “We’ll see.” That was all Gil said before he hung up the phone.

A few hours later he was standing in front of Blake’s apartment building like an idiot. He had promised himself that he wouldn’t come. Unfortunately, his more canine side wouldn’t allow it. Guillotine yearned to see his dear friend again. After strolling up to the door he knocked a few times before he got an answer. With a light smirk the male walked into the rather warm home and closed the door behind him. “Leatherface? That’s a first.” He cooed aloud as he walked over to the bathroom. It seemed that’s where the most commotion was happening. Once he got there he stop in the door way. There Blake stood in nothing but her robe. Luckily Gil was fully clothed at the time. The hellhound’s face flushed a deep red color as he looked away. “What took you so long to call me back anyway?” He grumbled in his usual annoyed tone. He was attempting to get his mind off the half-naked woman before him. Oh what an interesting day this would be.

[Blake O'Sullivan]

The small girl had just finished styling her hair. Lightly curled and pinned up the sides with bobby pins, without having to wear a head band. Her side bangs hung loosely and almost neatly placed. She was finishing with light makeup. Simple liner to give her eyes a slight cat look. Light gloss on her lips. But she caught herself looking up at him. She closed her robe even more, when she knew what was going on in his mind. Thank God the robe wasn't open. She stood up and migrated to her room, closing the door gently behind her. The robe hit the floor and she was dressing herself. She couldn't help but almost feel his eyes on her. Granted he wasn't looking. But she knew what he was thinking. She tried to push her own thoughts aside and began to dress.

It wasn't long before she walked out of her room. She was in a satin white tank top with a scoop neck, that buttoned from the top to the bottom of the shirt. On her waist was a pleaded black mini skirt. On her legs, gray stockings with fishnets over them. Wedged heels on her feet. She swallowed a bit and made little eye contact with the male, as her cheeks matched the flower that her natural scent derived from. She grasped her black sweater and sighed a bit before she finally decided to connect her eyes to his. It was a strange moment..

For once, Blake couldn't say a word. She owed him more than an explanation. She owed her dear friend everything, because, even though he lost his patience over a lot - he remained patient with her. Even if he was so angry with her avoiding her. Course, she knew nothing of how he felt about avoiding him. And she felt terrible. She was close to him, and he was close to her. And in this moment, she had so much to say, but couldn't say it. She parted her lips and was about to speak, but didn't. Her eyes scanned his face for answers, and like always, she found nothing. Her eyes narrowed. She grabbed her keys, lowering her eyes as her shorter layers cascaded some blond curls over her shoulders. Fiddling with her keys in her slender fingers, "Maybe we should go..." is all she managed to say.

[Guillotine]

A single deep forest green eye trailed back over to Blake. Guillotine really couldn’t help himself. The male was a bit too perverted for his own good. Though a robe was covering Blake’s frame, Gil knew what sort of treasures laid under that thin cloth. The taller male watched as she began to put her make up on. All the while his single emerald eye continued to trail over her lovely frame. He couldn’t seem to keep his eye off the girl. The familiar aroma of roses hit him like a sledge hammer. Blake always seemed to have a nice scent to her.

Suppose Guillotine couldn’t blame Blake for what she did next. In the middle of doing her hair, she turned to him and frowned. Gil couldn’t help but to cock his head to the side as Blake immediately pulled her robe closed. She didn’t seem too thrilled to see him. Soon after, the young blond pushed passed Gil and strolled into her room. The hellhound stood there awkwardly for a brief moment. Perhaps he saw a little more than he should. Well, he couldn’t blame the girl for running off like that. After all, he did so some rather unspeakable things to her in the past. Rape was on this list of things. Surly she wouldn’t want history to repeat itself.

Great, Guillotine has only been there a couple of seconds and already he was scaring her away. The tall man rolled his single emerald eye as he leaned against the hall wall. He slipped his hands into his pants pocket and waited for Blake to return. All the while a permanent frown seemed to have taken over his features. Things were already beginning to get rocky between the two. A low sigh streamed passed Gil’s lips. He could over hear the woman getting dressed. It shouldn’t take her too long right? After waiting for a minute or two Blake finally walked out of her room.

Something didn’t seem right. Guillotine cocked an eye brow as Blake swallowed hard before looking up at him. Why was she acting so strange? The woman was being rather distant, and Gil didn’t like it. The male’s brow furrowed as she finally spoke. Gil was deeply in tune to her body language, or anyone else for that matter. He watched as she fumbled with her keys as she said “Maybe we should go.” Guillotine replied with a light snort. The tall male then slipped his hands out of his pockets and folded his arms in front of his chest. “What is wrong with you?” Gil began as he eyed Blake suspiciously. He was about to lose his cool. “Why are you treating me like I’m some stranger?” The male turned to Blake. He was standing in front of her now. That single, cold, forest green eye continued to glare into hers. Gil wanted answers and he wanted them now.

[Blake O'Sullivan]

It didn't take long for Blake to turn and look back at the hound. She blinked but still had a distraught expression across her face. She thought for a moment, to get her words together before she spoke and when she did, "I'm sorry I am being distant, cause I am not trying to be..." she said honestly, "I feel... You deserve so much more than an apology... And I am more ashamed that I left you alone... Not that you always need me... But... You were the only one who came to my home to check on me, as far as I know..."

The petite female approached him slowly, but something was different. She was gentle and even loving. And truth be told - she had feelings set aside for the young hound. But she knew his position and such. And she was aware - these feelings could only be just that. But she also knew, a little affection could hurt. A pale, warm hand extended out and gently stroked his cheek. There was a time she would have hesitated to even look at him, but now.. He could hurt her, but he refused. And she could no longer hurt him. Her hand rested on his cheek, and like it was the thing to do, her thumb brushed his cheek. Her cheeks flared to a faint red, but she reffused to pull her hand away.

She smiled faintly and swallowed a bit, "It's really me.. I have don't this to a lot of people... And... I feel terrible for doing it to you... Like I am not a good friend.." she retracted her hand, almost reluctantly. Her pale face showing a slight hint of pinkish color as she laced her fingers together and rested her hands politely in front of ger, against her lap, "And my covering myself was because I saw what you were thinking." she teased, but failed to admit that it was very flattering.

[Guillotine]

Guillotine could feel his anger slowly rising with each passing second. He could feel his brow furrow, and his muscles tighten due to unneeded stress. The man had come a long way from what he acted like before. Guillotine used to snap at the drop of a hat, and inflict pain on anyone who just so happen to be within reach. Over time the male had begun to learn how to ‘tame’ his ferocious anger. Guillotine’s temper would never truly fade, but at times like these a full blown tantrum would be evaded. The hellhound wasn’t going to harm Blake for what she was doing. He was merely irritated by her actions.

A moment of silence fell upon the two. This absence of sound only seemed to fan the flames that threatened to take over Guillotine’s mind. After a minute or two Blake finally spoke. Her words brought a teenage-like attitude out of Gil. The male rolled his single forest green eye and snorted like some spoiled brat. Blake’s apology was a sincere one, though the foolish hellhound didn’t seem to realize it at the time. His bad mood only seemed to worsen the more Blake spoke. Gil continued to show his discontent; that is, until Blake touched him.

That one insignificant action seemed to change everything. As soon as her warm, soft palm touched the Guillotine’s cheek he froze in place. Gil stood there, almost like a statue. His short jet black hair began to spike up like the quills of a porcupine. This wasn’t out of anger, but rather out of surprise. His single forest green eye seemed to widen as a light shade of pink appeared onto his pale cheeks. Guillotine wasn’t too sure what to say. Hell, he didn’t know what to do. Did he really like this? The energy Blake was giving off began to calm Gil down. Could a simple touch really have this affect on him, or was it all in his head?

For once in his life, Gil had nothing to say. He remained quiet, even after Blake finished talking. The lovely woman used her thumb to rub the side of his blushing cheek. The tender touch felt nice against his pale flesh. He was actually enjoying this. The hellhound was eating the attention up. For a brief moment he even closed his eyes and leaned the side of his head into Blake’s palm. What more could he do? The beastly hellhound was a sucker for attention.

When Blake pulled her hand away Gil’s eyes flashed open. Was she done already? A frown creased Gil’s face. Well, at least he wasn’t the only one blushing. The hellhound looked away as Blake began to speak again. She apologized once again. This put Gil on the spot. He grumbled a bit before replying. “D-don’t worry about it…” He was reluctant to let this sort of thing slide, but what more could he do?

Despite the depressing atmosphere, Blake managed to make the hellhound smirk. What she said next made Guillotine chuckle. “I thought so.” He cooed as he finally turned back to face the girl. A sly smirk had replaced his frown. “Can you blame me? After all you do have a smoking hot body.” Guillotine then folded his arms in front of him. He then chuckled once more. “Khane is a lucky man.” This of course was a joke, though Gil was in the dark about Blake’s recent break up. The idiotic beast still thought they were still together.

[Blake O'Sullivan]

A moment of surprise equally took Blake when the hound leaned into her. Her eyes softened as he seemed to have fallen under a similar spell as she. One she couldn't quite explain just as he could not. But it was a moment. Could it be that spell that lead them to have a bind together? No.. It just meant a dedication to one another, be it friends, whatever, and spells tend to wear out over time... This wasn't that spell. This was genuinely them, together. It was nice.. And one she would hold for forever.

His compliments, next. They seemed to make the girls pink cheeks mimic his eyes in color. She almost seemed... A cross between flattered and shy. But enjoyed his attention aswell. From the way it seemed - most women might have enjoyed his attention, but it almost seemed different. Maybe they would both figure it out later, and then he caught her off gaurd with his comment about how Khaine is a lucky man... Did he not know? She looked up at him after the smile had faded from her face, as quickly as it had arrived.

"I... I thought you knew?" she said softly as she lowered her eyes and then managed to muster up the courage to look at the male hound, "I'm not with him anymore.." God, only a few things could come from this. He would be furious... Or overjoyed that she was up for grabs, in any way possible. Her intense green eyes beamed back at tge male, waiting for his response.

[Guillotine]

A light grin creased Guillotine’s handsome face. Blake’s reaction to his previous comment was priceless. Oh, if only he had a camera. Another dark chuckle surged passed Gil’s lips. The male had always seen Blake as a humorous young woman. It didn’t seem that much had changed since their recent split up. Guillotine let lose another laugh before Blake replied to his other comment. Gil’s laughter died down as she spoke. He then cocked his head to the side like a confused pup. This couldn’t be true. Did Khaine really let her go that easily? Guillotine cocked an eye brow. This couldn’t be true. Gil couldn’t think of a reason why Khaine would want to lose Blake as a mate. The woman was bound to him after all. Perhaps something bad happened between the two. Guillotine couldn’t help but to think back to his and Akeelah’s relationship. A light frown plastered itself onto his face. After a minute or two he shook the thought of Akeelah from his head and turned back to Blake. The woman was like him now, free from commitment. “I guess you and I aren’t so different after all, eh?” Gil cooed as he thought about what she said. Guillotine was ever so tempted to ask the woman out, but there was one thing holding him back. Khaine, even though she wasn’t with him Gil still felt it would be wrong to take his Master’s woman. With a low sigh Gil continued. “Heh, you’re single like me.”

Without saying anything else he trotted over to the door. Guillotine was done with the conversation. As the male got to the door he turned to Blake and said. “Where are we going anyway?” The male then stopped and waited for Blake to join him. Suddenly a rather childish idea popped into Guillotine’s head. Before Blake could answer his previous question Gil spoke again. “D-do you think we could use your car? -I wanna’ ride with the window down.” He said in a rather excited tone. It was rare for Gil to get a car ride, much less have a chance to stick his head out the window. God how he loved to feel the wing blow thought his short black hair. Suppose hellhound where no different from your average canine after all?

[Blake O'Sullivan]

Blake was already a few steps ahead of him. She had her keys in hand and was ready to go, but then she remembered he wanted to know where they were going. She looked up at him with her big green eyes and smiled at him, "I was actually wondering if you would like to be my date to the local night club.." a soft smile rested against her face as she opened her front door. She locked it behind them, but she slowly followed him down the stairs before she found herself watching him. Something abour him almost seemed different. Her head tipped to the side and her fair features seemed to be completely softened as she watched him. But that was when she snapped from her trance and approached her black vehicle. Unlocking the door and getting in, also starting it. They were then off.

The drive was quiet, and as Blake promised, the window was unrolled. Her mind was shifting from one thing to the next. She saw in Guil, the same want that she had. Which surprised her. Guillotine seemed, not like this kinda guy, but she barely knew about his love life. He kept a lot from her, and that was his business. The music was turned up in her car, and something played that only made sense. Anywhere, by Evanesence. She blushed and decided on something. She took in a breath and managed to inhale sharply before reaching beside her, for his. She took a risk and went with it. Her heart pounded in her throat as she managed to lace her fingers with his and hold his hand tightly. If he would let her, she would keep her hand there. Finally! A red light! And the whole time, as she held his hand, she wanted him to speak! Granted, the club was just around the corner, but she wanted him to say something.

[Guillotine]

Guillotine didn’t have to wait long. Blake was ready to go! The woman looked up at Gil and smiled. She then asked a rather interesting question. It took a moment for Gil to answer. “D-date? S-sure.” Guillotine replied. The hellhound wouldn’t take this date too seriously. He then gave Blake a sharp toothed smirk before he slipped out of the small home. After Blake locked the door he strolled over to her car and waited for the woman to unlock the door. Once inside the car Guillotine made himself comfortable, though he refused to put a seat belt on. The foolish hellhound always saw the contraptions as an annoying nuisance. It wasn’t every day that he got to ride in a car. As Blake started up the car Gil began to get excited, he leaned against the door until the window was rolled down. From there he stuck his head out of the window as they drove off.

The male couldn’t help but to smile as he felt the wind blow through his short jet black hair. The big bad hellhound had now been reverted to a playful pup. Guillotine continued to ride with his head out the window like some sort of dog. He was enjoying himself so much that he was oblivious to what Blake was up too. It took one touch to snap the male from his peaceful paradise. The touch alone almost caused the hellhound to jump out of his skin. He could feel the hair on his head began to spike up as he pulled himself into the car. He immediately turned his attention to his hand; this was when he realized Blake was holding it. Just what was this woman doing? A light blush struck Gil’s cheeks. He couldn’t help but to look up at Blake whom also seemed to be blushing. Why was she doing this? A moment of silence fell upon the two.

Did this woman not realize the dangers she was putting herself in? Flirting with a hellhound would surly lead to her demise. Guillotine couldn’t help but to think back to when he put Akeelah in the hospital, not once but twice had he harmed her. Over and over, He tried to convince himself that it wasn’t his fault. However, in the end all evidence pointed to him. After Guillotine’s last fight with Akeelah he had begun to realize just how ‘dangerous’ his violent outbursts were. He nearly mauled the girl to death, all because he wanted to get back with her. Perhaps their split up was for the best. But was Gil ready to take on another potential mate? Guillotine eyed Blake with that single emerald eye of his. He swallowed hard. The male could feel Blake’s rapid pulse though her hand. Guillotine could easily play this off, but why was he being so nervous? For once the hellhound was backed into a corner. He didn’t know what to do.

After a few heart racing minutes, Gil finally decided to act. The look of sorrow took over Gil's smiling face. The hound knew he couldn’t get too close to Blake, she was still Khaine’s girl and even if he did, she could easily end up like Akeelah. With a heavy sigh Guillotine pulled his hand away from Blake’s. All the while he remained silent. Gil then folded his arms in front of him and leaned against the door. He was attempting to avoid the situation. He could only hope that Blake would understand.

[Blake O'Sullivan]

She nodded in his decision. Guillotine didn't want to get close to her for his own reasons. That was ok. At least, she still had his friendship, which was all she needed at this point. Falling too quickly was a terrible flaw of hers, and this needed to stop. This became a date between friends, and this night would be awesome to reconnect with.

The music was loud. There was also a lot of people in the small space. Blake was out on the floor with the other dance hungry people. Her body swaying to the beat, perfectly. If there were lyrics, she knew them. The sharp movements were almost hypnotic; the hip rolling, the drops, everything. She enjoyed this setting. It was obvious she was from Europe. Her body began to roll; her movements being shared against another female. They held eachother's opposite hips. Rolling their bodies in a seductive manner, for the sake of innocent fun. But it was not long before she pulled away and ran to the bar for a drink, requesting water top get some of the sweat from her pale face. She then looked at her friend and nudged him, "So, when are you gonna dance with me?" she teased and gave a light yawn.

[Guillotine]

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[atrb=background,http://i1260.photobucket.com/albums/ii566/fogbeam/GilsMid.png] The situation was growing more awkward by the minute. Guillotine didn’t know what to do. His single forest green eye glanced out the window, in a futile attempt to ignore the situation. Blake didn’t seem to take it to heart. This was good. Soon enough the two were on the road again, as they headed for the night club. Guillotine was never too fond of the loud music that blared through his ears. This was the only downside to being here. It was a small price to pay if he wanted to mingle with the ladies. Booze also helped. As soon as Guillotine entered the club he made a b-line for the bar. Oh how he loved alcohol. The hellhound seemed to love the warming sensation that came along with it. Unfortunately, Guillotine wasn’t one who could hold his alcohol. Just after a few shots Gil had begun to get a buzz going. He sat there at the bar as Blake made her way to the dance floor. Once the male got a few more shots in him he spun around on the bar stool like some small child. After his fun with the bar stool, the male looked off into the crowd of dancing party goers. The poor male staggered as he did so. A wicked smile appeared onto the pale man’s face, as his single forest green eye locked onto a dancing Blake. The woman could really move. Guillotine was rather impressed with her moves. His wicked smile only grew as another woman came into the picture and began to dance alongside Blake. Dirty thoughts rolled through the perverted hellhound’s mind. Even when Blake trotted over to the bar to get a drink Gil still had his eye on her. Blake snapped the male out of his delusion as she nudged him. With a smile she then asked if he would like to dance with her. Guillotine’s face seemed to light up like the fourth of July. Really? She wanted to dance with him? Gil was a terrible dancer, and he knew it. Unfortunately, the liquid courage he drank only minutes ago seemed to be kicking in, and Gil felt as if he could do anything. The bold hellhound leaned over and snatched up another shot glass from the person that was sitting beside him, the male then chugged the unknown liquid down before turning to Blake once more. The dirty glares he was getting didn’t seem to affect his ego. “S-sure, lets go!” Guillotine replied as he clumsily slipped off the bar stool. He then spun around and slammed the empty shot glass onto the bar. “T-this is going to be ff-un.” Gil stumbled around a bit before he reached for Blake’s hand but ended up grabbing her shirt instead. A snicker then poured from his lips. “Oops..” He cooed before letting the woman go ad turned to look at the dance floor, the sudden movement caused him to get a bit dizzy. “C-come on, Blakeee!” Words;; 492 Tags;; Blake Muse Level;; Great! Inspiration&&Song Inspiration&&OOC Notes;; :3 This awesome table was made by Mental <3

[Blake O'Sullivan]

The petite female was surprised to the hounds reaction to dancing with her. She honestly thought he would blow her off for some girl to get laid, but he wanted to occupy his time with her instead... Then he downed his drink and she figured it out. He was drunk! But some attention from her friend was better than none, she was willing top put her disappointment aside for some fun - besides, what more could she expect from him at an establishment with a bar? Upon heading to the floor; Guillotine grabbed her shirt, which pulled down a but to reveal her chest with her cups to the bra she wore being revealed. Those who noticed - took the time to look as she struggled to get her shirt back from the intoxicated man. He let go, her face almost as red add her eyes. All he managed to say was, 'Oops.' Blake tried to shrug it off, after he took her hand and pulled her to the dance floor.

The floor was full of dancing people. It reminded Blake of the full mosh pits at a good concert, only everyone was dancing, rather than wanting to fight cause the music was 'sick'. The song took a bass drop. On that note, Blake took the initiative to drop herself. Legs slightly apart as she dropped her bottom just above the ground. She snapped back up and seductively rolled her torso from down to up, giving into the beat of the music. Her harsh yet seductive movements almost seemed to fit with the music as she danced around Guillotine. She smiled softly as she moved around him, causing her to laugh. She missed just having fun with friends.

A familiar scent danced and teased at Guillotine's sense of smell. A female hound with medium brown hair and piercing yellow eyes. She was followed by an entourage of fellow hounds as well. The expression on her face indicated that she was on a mission. That was her former pack member. It didn't take her long to find him. Her eyes grew more wicked as she spotted the human dancing around him. Her mouth began to water a she watched the woman. A light growl reached her throat as she gave a signal to her pack to stay on the lookout. She approached the dancing couple and grinned, "Hello, Guillotine." Her name was Mira.

[Guillotine]

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[atrb=background,http://i1260.photobucket.com/albums/ii566/fogbeam/GilsMid.png] A light dash of red lit up Guillotine’s cheeks, his buzz had begun to kick in. He could feel it. A pleasant warming sensation began to surge through the male’s tall frame. Guillotine welcomed his drunken persona with open arms. When the alcohol fully kicked in all of his worries would vanish. Problem was he would need a few more drinks before he could get to that level of drunkenness. With little to no cash on him, he would have to use Blake as a money buffer towards his drinking funds. Guillotine’s boss Akhtar would usually feed the hellhound and even provide him with a place to live. Akhtar did have his limits though. Cigarettes and alcohol were out of the question. Gil knew this and didn’t even bother asking Akhtar for money, when the wizard knew what he would spend it on. Guillotine would rather steal what he wanted than have to sit through another one of his boss’s lectures. Tonight he seemed lucky enough to have a buddy with him. Perhaps Blake could buy the rest of his drinks, and later he could return the favor in some way. The tipsy hellhound staggered about as Blake fixed her shirt. Guillotine had pulled it down only minutes before. He had glared at her bra for a moment, but he quickly grew bored and drew his attention to the dancing crowd. Luckily for Blake, the beastly hound wasn’t a horny drunk. He seemed a bit more playful than usual, but it was all in innocent fun; as surprising as that may seem. After fixing herself, Guillotine grabbed Blake’s hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. Guillotine still couldn’t dance, even though he was drunk. The best he could muster was swaying back and forth in a rather strange fashion. The more he moved the more the room began to spin. The drunken dance didn’t seem to faze anyone. After all Guillotine had his eyes firmly on Blake. The woman could dance! There was no way in hell Guillotine could keep up with her. After a while Guillotine actually attempted to copy the lovely woman’s moves. The hellhound was too tipsy to give a shit, even when he fell on his ass, he got right back up and kept dancing. It wasn’t until a familiar scent swept passed his nose that he finally stopped embarrassing himself. Guillotine stood there for a moment, his single forest green eye darted around the room. The action alone made him dizzy. The beast stumbled for a moment until someone called out his name. Gil jumped, before the hair atop his head began to spike up. He grew as stiff as a board as he slowly looked over his shoulder to see Mira standing there. Guillotine grumbled to himself; great, just what he needed another hellhound. Gil slowly turned around to face Mira. The alcohol seemed to make him bolder than usual. “Ugh, I had a perfectly good buzz going too.” The male snarled under his breath before he staggered and looked Mira in the eye (or at least tried too) “W-what do you want missy?” Words;; 522 Tags;; Blake Muse Level;; Great! Inspiration&&Song Inspiration&&OOC Notes;; *flails* This awesome table was made by Mental <3

[Blake O'Sullivan]

The other female - the hound - grinned at the drunken male. He has not changed. Probably for the better. As she began to speak; child shot down her back. Her fangs bare and her pupils dialated, as thoughshe were a blood thirsty shark who smelled the crimson liquid. As if she was ready to hunt. Blake's scent danced in her nostrils. She had had many creatures, but none that she could remember that wreaked of sweet smells like this. Her eyes were now fixated on the blonde female. On top of the human's delicate smell, she could smell her blood. Her eyes darted back to Guillotine, "Tell me... She won't live much longer..." Truth be told, Mira had, had her affair with the male. It was only a few times, and on hunts. They would make their kill, and then the magic happened. The sex was in the blood of their victims. It was what Mira wanted to do. It was when this wild monster could truly be at piece. She could feel her mouth water as the blonde talked to a group of female humans. Unaware of their fate to come. Mira snapped her fingers. Her pack slowly moved in. Any attack arranged for the former pack member - will have to come later.

Blake allowed Guillotine to talk to the other hounds. She figured he one them and she didn't want him to feel as though she didn't want him to visit. So, she began to visit as well. Unaware of the attack set for her - sort of. Blake could feel their eyes. It sent shivers down her spine and made her tremble some before backing away, spotting a few hounds breaking through the crowd. Her heart thumped in her chest. She could hear it in her head. 'Run! Run, you fool!' But when she turned to run, she was face to face with a hound. She felt as though her heart had stopped beating. She couldn't even call for Guil's aid. But the hound laughed an evil laugh before he reached out to grab her. Then something happened...

Her hand extended to the hounds face. Letting out a cry of fright. The scream was heard, round the club. Most stopped and stared in shock. Utter bewilderment. But Blake's screaming wasn't what scared the humans, even the hounds. The male hound was yelling in agony as it seemed the color and life was being absorbed from him. Turning him into a decrepit corpse with eyes as black as night. No life was left in him. Even the blood almost looked sapped. His yelling became only scratches that soon became silent. After a moments pause, Blake retracted her hand. The creature then fell to the ground into dust. Her face was wrought with surprise. Asking herself if she really did that. Her eyes went wide as she looked up at Guillotine. Her green eyes widened; tears filling her eyes as she shook her head. She had an unknown knowledge of this foreign ability that lay dormant in her. Unless -

Mira glared at Blake, holding her ground before reaching the dust of the fallen hound. She sniffed before her violet eyes welled with tears of anger. It was her mate. She looked up at the young witch. Eyes, fiery with animosity towards the witchling. Her left arm extended - index aswell, "KILL HER!" then hounds tore through. Eyes blazing to kill the witch who murdered a member of their pack.