Stroll through the park ((open to anyone))

[Nicka Commen]

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Nicka shoved her hands into the pockets of the trench coat she wore that covered her revealing corset. She knew she looked sluttish, but when you were a bartender, that's what you wore. Nicka left everything again. She cleared it up with her partner, Anna, and left Verona, the vampire hild with her. Nicka promised to come back, and she would, but first, she wanted to travel for a while. A loooong while. Nicka's hand flew up to her mother's choker she wore. Wrath, her father, had shown up a few days ago back in New York and gave it to her when he was on the way back home from the honeymoon. She has never taken it off since. Nicka hefted her purse back onto her shoulder, and listened around. She could hear the distant sound of an old man playing a saxophone with a quiet jazz melody. Nicka smiled to herself.

Nicka had decided to stay in New Orleans for a while, since she owned a house up there. She got a job at a Cajun Bar and Grill tending, of course. SHe felt releived being at worl again. Her appetite had came back, and she had lost all thoughts of suicide. She now took a drink from a human every night. She still had cravings though, but for vampire blood. SHe hadn't been with much contact with many vampire's or werewolfs. She left Adam back in New York, aparantly he wanted to get his pack back together or something.

Nicka wanted to get her coven back... Strange as that sounded, she kinda really wanted to be back with them. Stefan had dissapeared, and she had left him, so no one was taking care of the coven at all. Nicka lept walking, in hopes that maybe someone would cross her path and brighten her night.

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[[Dani]el Conteo*]

New Orleans, what a different flavor to be added to the bouquet. Pah, what an interesting metaphor to be thrown in the mix. It was a slump. Nothing in comparison to the shining streets of San Diego, which was a euphemist's description and admittedly so. However Daniel Conteo's preference to the West Coast was no secret. Someone so utterly drawn to the sunlit boulevards would be understandably driven to adore it with indescribable passion...despite the misunderstanding of it. How could the beautiful light cause such agony? Of course he understood the mechanics, it was very much like flames - a substance he manipulated easily and with the utmost care. Ah, as the assassin handles its most deadly poisons - respectfully. So why New Orleans? It was dirty and smoggy. Irritatingly so and for the most part Dani despised the homely scents and the unabashed drunken louts that trolled the streets. The alleys were filled with vomit, and those that projected such grime. That acidic fiber filled the air and stung his nostrils and so he did not inhale. Not at all. There must be a clean place. It was an internal hiss that drawled out, slow and smooth. His tone sounded almost exotic, even within the confines of his skull and a pleasant smile curled the outermost crevices of his labrums.

Cracking his knuckles reticently, he made an abrupt turn - away from the citadel and into something that promised to be a might more eco-friendly. Oculus were trained upon the path that splayed out - illuminated by the rusted lamps. This establishment was rotting and archaic. And frankly Dani was bored with it already. It was as though he had lived the entire existence of the earth and now had no more to see. Even the philandering occupants held no intrigue for him, no matter how often he sought out a soul who promised to be a challenging case to crack. Unfortunately they never were. They were easily picked apart, either driven mad with thirst or mad with hubris but it didn't truly matter any longer. They were a bore. A template to what the race had become. No more honor in it than there was in the putrid mutts. Still, at least vampires never had a flea problem. A soft, placid hum had begun to resonate from within the depths of his diaphragm, the sound one of childish remnants that would probably stir memoirs of a nursery. Perhaps that was sinister...perhaps that was silly. Perhaps one day he could be coaxed to care which it was. The apathy to which he had stumbled into was not often shaken and never by anything that one assumed would serve the cause. It was in a small thing. An odd looking flower. A mangy looking cat. A house that reminded him of his first home.

Any and all of those things rendered a small smile from the immortal. And that was it. Wrinkling his nostrils, he chanced a hesitant sniff of the proximate zones. Only to find he had stumbled upon another. The notes that he had slipped past him were cut abruptly from the audible field and his labrums grew taut with calculation. Pupils diminished into nothing but ebony crescents despite the dim lighting. He did not speak, but lunged for the nearest residual piece of furniture - a rustic park bench whose wood had begun to crumble. Carefully seating himself, and placing his ankle upon the opposite knee he settled into this position. An appendage was placed upon the spine of the bench, the collar of his leather clothing fluttering within the zephyr's sultry clutches and depositing the masculine scent within its grasp. It was an enticing smell...alluring and yet threatening at once. A frightening combination. And in summary it said, "Come if you dare."

[Nicka Commen]

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The coolness of the air kissed her face, making her pale cheeks pink. [shadow=red,left,300]"Come if you dare..." [/shadow] Nicka's head jerked up, and her yellow eyes shone brightly. She looked behind her shoulder. Another was here? So someone would cross her path tonight and make it a little exciting. Nicka reached into her pocket for a small switch blade just In case this vampire wasn't very nice. She let out a small hiss as she smelled the air.

A male... Great...

Nicka kept her hand in her pocket, her fingers slowly wrapping around the blade. She couldn't tell if this male was older than she. She was a pretty young vampire. Only about 50 something... But what lacked in age, she made up for in brutal attack. All those years with her sire and her sires other fledgling gad paid off. Joanna and Barry taught her well. She remembered the night when she first killed her sire to retrieve the vampire child, Verona. Verona was a "Gift" for her, since Nicka had wanted to be a mother so badly while she was human.

Nicka kept her mind on the male in the park and hissed again, her fangs elongating. His scent was so... delicious smelling...
No, Nickoleth, do not think about it. Get over your craving! she scolded herself mentally, turning her body around.

She drew in a breath and then spoke for the male. "I think you should be the one daring, my friend..." she purred. "I'm more dangerous than you think." Nicka could be wrong. This guy could be dangerous and much much much stronger than she, but she liked playing with fire...

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[[Dani]el Conteo*]

Articulations had begun to drum gently upon the back side of the of the bench, and once again his nostrils had been cut off, no longer able to bare the stench of the city looming in the distance. Apparently there wasn't enough distance between them. Of course there were more possibilities than one the nose could detect. Sound and sight could prevail without the aid of his nostrils. They were unnecessary at this point. He had detected her easily enough - needed only a whiff to pinpoint her location. From here on out there would be no escaping her presence. She would make it so plainly evident that her words would suffocate him and before the night was over it would be all he could do not to run screaming with frustration. That was how most females made him. A slight irritation had already begun to prickle upon the back of his nape. Smirking lazily as her response became known to him, his skull was tossed thoughtlessly in reticent mirth. Oh really? Should I be? The words were only within his own skull. Unspoken and yet evident in the taunting expression he wore.

"To what end should I dare then, friend?" Daniel murmured, though he was more interested in the metallic click that had passed the audible field only a couple moments earlier and now his stare was upon the palm that was not visible - hidden within the confines of her pocket. A brow ascended and a pleased expression was disclosed. What a show of fear. To think it would be a troublesome encounter when he had not so much as lifted a finger. "Hmm." Rising slowly he moved in her general direction but came to an abrupt halt, stare with his palms within the warm brown leather, his hips had taken a slight angle that denoted someone who needed an attitude adjustment. Though he sincerely doubted this particular soul was the sort to beat the impudence out of him. She looked more like someone's punching bag than a threatening killer. No, this one was no assasin. In fact, if it were not for the defensive hiss he would have guessed her to be a freshy instead of an immortal. Silly Daniel. Not that he had any interest in a mortal at any given time. Truly why? There was plenty of blood in the blood banks. Arching a brow slowly Conteo smirked and continued to eye her as one would some odd spectacle.

This was the native life? Some defensive child? Who uses weapons rather than her senses to effect safety? Adorable. He thought listlessly to himself. "You can put that away for now. If we have a dispute you will definitely see it coming." It was murmured in a soothing undertone, aperture twitching with amusement still. Daniel Conteo did not make a habit of murdering women....of any genre. Odd how that worked out. Ah well. It was uncertain how many ladies walked free of fear because he did not partake in a cultural deficiency. Nor would one want to partake in the silliness of her empty threats...at least not Dani. Disinterest was evident in the mildly threatening she...though he found her less than that. Scary? He thought...no. Not at all.

[Nicka Commen]

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He was testing her...

Nicka growled a low and throaty growl, but slowly released her knife. She didn't think he would hurt her ithout a good reason. She closed her eyes and let them dim as she straightened her body from her slight defensive pose. She opened her eyes sharply again, and tightened her jacket around her waist. She sighed through her nose. Nicka was always cautious arounf males. She didn't really get along with them to well considering her past and how many times she had been dumped on her ass. Nicka licked her lips and took in a breath to speak.

"You seem confident in yourself, male." she purred again, and took a few steps forward. For some reason she felt uncomfortable with her clothing choices now. But, that always happened to her when she was caught one on one with a man. Nicka had kept her jacket on most of the night, and had worn a vest at work to hide the scars on her back. Painful memories those old flesh wounds. She sniffed the air again, and walked towards him now. "You don't smell that old." she hissed, her Brooklyn accent kicking in finally. It was hard to forget home when you were in a park by yourself at night.

Once she was only a few feet frm him, she stopped. "You don't seem very threatening to me." Nicka pushed a strand of hair back, and looked back up at him, shoving her hands in her pockets.

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[[Dani]el Conteo*]

It was always a matter of getting the fearful ones to calm the heck down for Daniel. It was always a battle of wit when it came to seeing whether or not they could surpass their own ignorance or just realize that if there was a desire to harm them...he would have already accomplished something to the effect. Did he not seem one who possessed such initiative? Not needing urging to orchestrate an attack of any proportions. At the concept of being reduced to his sex a low chuckle sounded, a heady noise that illustrated comfort and pleasure within the confines of such a statement. Male. What a cute way of putting it. He had suddenly been placed in a female's shoes. Another snort of laughter threatened to burst out but somehow he retained a fair composure. The clear discomfort emphasized by her fidgety antics coaxed a slow ascent of his brows, though naturally no comment was made to address said motion. That simple change in his expression was enough to announce that he noticed. As she eased forward he made no move to close the remaining gap but simply shifted his weight from one leg to the other. His features were unchanged, unbroken and untainted by fervor beyond the evidence of mirth in his gaze.

Her next statement bore repetition well, and it was out of his mouth in seconds. "..smell old?" He questioned, a hollow laughing illicited by the use of scent to detect age. Though it brought about certain interrogatives within his skull. "How exactly can you stand the stench long enough to smell me?" It was inquired within seconds in a casual, almost lazy drawl as he leapt backwards, not botherly to look where he landed in a crouch before slumping back upon the rickety bench with an unnecessary sigh. The proximity she had begun to acheive coaxed a low, quietly warning snarl to pass into the atmos. "That's quite close enough, madam." Not that Daniel had any problem with intimate quarters but all such things were acquired upon his own terms. If and when he desired such things. And to be quite honest he rarely desired. For one reason or another his lust was fairly limited - mostly to blood. The occasional lady was used and abused but that was only when it was of the utmost importance. Her next observation induced a twitch of his labrums. Threatening? A brow ascended at her at that point. Are you truly that naiive? To think I am some tamed kitten that you will come and pet and croon at?

Once again he found himself shaking his head. She may as well have been a freshy with her innocence. "Assume what you like." He interjected fluidly, not interested in spelling any warning or threat out to her. To what end would that serve? A mute point. Females thought as they pleased and if they didn't he would have nothing to do with them. If he had interest in conversing with himself then why bother skirting their silly emotions just so that he could rearrange their pathetic manner of thinking so that it matched what he would enjoy hearing? Precisely - there was no logical reason to follow that course of action.

[Nicka Commen]

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Nicka glared at the man. He acted so high and mighty. He reminded her alot of Barry. Nicka was unfazed at his snarled warning, and she kept walking, getting closer and closer to him. "You can try and frighten me boy, but you ain't gonna get far." she said and crossed her arms. "Born and raised in Brooklyn, worked in bars for most of my life. I'm pretty used to mean people, and the stench of vomit and smog."

Nicka smirked. "You don't think I can do much huh? I can tell you do. I can also tell you are really no threat to me. And I am none to you. Besdides, I have many friends in many places." Nicka though about her father, Wrath. He was one of the mst powerful vampires in the world, he was. He was aged about 900 years or more. Nicka's previous mate was atleast 1,000 years or so. Yes, she knew power when she saw it. And this guy was nothing compared to them.

She grinned slightley, the point of her fang protruding form her lip. She wanted to see how far she could go with this guy without him losing it. He seemed irritated enough already....

She took a few more steps toward him more slowly, and bent down so her mouth was next to his ear. [glow=red,2,300]"Get mad, vampire. I'm not afraid."[/glow] She leaned away, still standing infront of him, unmoving. She wouldn't fight against him, all she wanted to see was what

he would do, and test him. He was pissing her off anyways.[/glow]

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

Now she was simply being ridiculous and Daniel's gaze clouded still with laughter that would go unannounced to the world. Clearly she was one of those beings who had what was called a short fuse and he had already lit the flame and watched it burn without knowledge. A brow ascended in response to the epic tirade she ventured forth on. From male to boy. It was all Dani could do not to yawn in her face. Unfortunately she did not feel the need to pause at a few sentences. No, she thought she was going to do something great here. Something that would make her less pathetic in her own mind. Conteo could practically see the words flashing in her skull By golly, I'll maky this male-boy mad! Smirking absently, the azure gaze sparkled with light taunting chuckles that finally were endowed liberation from the cage of his diaphragm and he shooked with the bestowal. His voice enunciated slowly and in a fashion so elegant it might remind one of the smooth, sleek surface of an untouched pond - a mirror of maddening tranquility if you will. "There are various flaws in the speech you've just granted me. First, I have not yet attempted to frighten you, pet. In fact I have assured you more than once that should I desire that you will most certainly pick up on it. Clearly I expected too much." Having paused for a moment, his palms folded aloft his knee and he peered at her - effectively belittling her rant.

"Second, your adjectives are meager at best. Mean people? You sound like you're five." Tsking at her thoughtlessly, he allowed her to venture onward in that nearly squawking tone for several moments longer. Having picked out yet more flaws in the premise she presented in this unnecessary and poorly put together argument. A battle of wits to which she came not fully armed, he observed. "The vagueness to which you outlined the number of creatures you claim to have on your side denotes uncertainty. As if you do not know if they are truly on your side, assuming you even know who they is." And as if to emphasize whatever point she was trying to make in the first place, she purposefully eased back within that irritating proximity. An action to wchi the sole response was a taut grin. It was cheeky to the point of frustration on her part. This impudence that he had inherited from who knows what side of his bloodlines. "Ah, see, if I were to the one with anger issues you would not be in my face but I would be in yours." It was murmured once again with that lazy chiding evident in the tone. He did not move for several long moments until he easily slide away and stood at a comfortable distance once again. Disinterested in her games of cat and mouse as it were.

[Nicka Commen]

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Nicka giggled like a little girl. She didn't know, but for some reaosn, that was just hillarious to her. Mk, she was done with him. He wasn't going to do anything. She stuck her hand out in a polite gesture and offered him one of her friendly smiles. [glow=red,2,300]"You are quick on it, dearie, I likeyou." [/glow]Nicka giggled again.[glow=red,2,300] "My name is Nicka. Yours?"[/glow]

She liked is easy attitude, and knew she was being a little confusing, but that was her. The confusing girl. She wasn't in the mood to prove herself to him, so she just wanted to be nice.[glow=red,2,300] "I appologize for being difficult. I just like to test people."[/glow] she waited for the touch of his palm against hers, but wouldn't be surprised if he refused.

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((Short sorry, but that's all I could think of for this one))

[[Dani]el Conteo*]

Was it the truly simple creatures, or the infinitely complex that seemed to be able to change their persona at the drop of a hat? Daniel could not recall the correct response to said question but somehow it hardly mattered by this time. Careful oculus preceded each tick of movement conducted by the feminine counterpart, continuing in the calculative almost lazed fashion of monitoring her. Why lazed? Oh something to do with fearlessness. But we won't meditate on that characteristic. The formerly bouncy subject was now all giggles. A gigglebox, and very much like a child. That was it - the response to the question. Was it the truly simple or the infinitely complex? It was the child. That was so keen on becoming one thing in the spance of a second. Offering an almost false smile in response to the bouts of laughter, Daniel could not truly wrap his mind around what was so funny. Only the uplift of his brows could communicate his bewilderment at the fashion to which she addressed his response. Could it be that she had not understood? Probably. He answered within himself but shrugged off whatever response to that he might have accomodated. As a palm was shoved haphazardly in his face he restrained the urge to wrinkle his nostrils once again. There was something disrespectful about shoving appendages in someone's general direction. The wrecklessness might have been described as confident by the she, Conteo supposed, but there was certain elegance to be expected from females. Aha, so the sexist games have been turned around? The male sizes of up the female.

Recalling the voice of his sire, he breathed a sigh - one that summoned patience out of the haven it generally fluttered down from - and took the hand proffered him. His grip was light, almost nonexistant and raised her hand to his lips before allowing it to fall away. One might construe that as a romanticism. One would be proven false. It was a Conteo trademark to possess such languid mannerisms. "Daniel." He stated easily, not remarking on her transition as of yet beyond the nod of acceptance that was endowed. The silence was allowed to resonate for only a moment before he inquired, "And what brings you out to stroll this evening?" A boring question - Daniel knew very well just how monotonous such an interrogative might seem. But he was within a level of comfort with such niceities. Staring at her with a gaze that held no weight it seemed, the smile endowed her was crooked. His lips teased up at the side in an expression that denoted a reserved personality, but one who carried that burden well. There was very little turmoil beneath the surface. No time to be whining about how much he despised his lifestyle. Just a lost soul, chasing the sun.

What a poetic life, one might think. But it wasn't. It was a tiresome, loathsome eternity filled with no gratification but only the disappointment at the end of each night. That could very well sum up the immortal's days. A disappointment. Spent in carefully darkened rooms playing chess with himself or some other useless and gratingly superficial activity. But to what end would companionship solve this dilemna? Frankly it wouldn't. There was nothing on the outside that could sooth the anger within. At being what he was. Perhaps it worked for his grandsire...but for Daniel this was hell. This was the seventh circle and for all intensive purposes this lady he conversed with could be its mistress. Not that he would hold such a thing against her - if it gave her purpose then there was one thing she possessed that he could not. He envied anyone that - purpose and a sense of piety in life. To be tied almost to something worldly gave one a reason to stay and in that there was safety. To roam as he did there was no comfort. Daniel's bonds were his own though, each and every link weightinbg his extremities to lie ineffectually at his sides. Blinking slowly at Nicka, he only attempted to widen this feigned grin he presented. What could she know of misery - naiive little she-devil. The answer was blatant - Only what you introduce her to. And to that there was also a response. I'm not in the misery business.

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[tank]

New Orleans. Well, he was here. He couldn't imagine why he'd come to such a shithole of a city, but it had it's high points. It was crowded, smelly, and noisy; but at the same time, it had an essence about it. Something so alluring about it just being there made sense. Why the hell did I drag myself here? Thoughts raced through his head. He had no family anymore, but traveling did seem like an acceptable excuse. Taking a right turn down a dark alley, his brown stompers made a very official 'thud' as they clapped against the sidewalk. From the right breast pocket of his vest, he withdrew a ciggarette, and from his right cargo pocket he manifested a lighter. Death stick brought to lips and lit, without stopping motion. Lighter dumped back into cargo pocket, he continued to the end of the alley, spotting a park.

"Well...if it isn't the nice part of town..." he muttered to himself. It seemed more comforting than the busy streets and disgusting smells that lurked behind him. It was only a couple blocks away, and he continued his brisk walk towards his newfound safehaven. Taking a long pull from his bogie as he walked, smoke seeped out his nose and sides of mouth, and he would remove it only for a few seconds in order to ash it. Apparently there were other people at this park, which was fine by him. After all, it was a public place, right?

He decided that here would be the spot to stay for a few, if only to finish enjoying his smoke. He took a seat at a nearby bench, and begun to 'peoplewatch', as others probably did. It passed the time nicely and it was often very amusing. Maybe you'd catch someone falling on their face, or a good looking female all by her lonesome. Prime oppertunities to enjoy himself, one way or the other. He leaned back into a rested position, stretching his arms out momentarilly, shimming his body around to get comfortable. Hmm...what kind of trouble can I get into tonight?[/u] he would wonder, as he usually did.
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[bloodoak]

Cajun food, finally. She took a flight all the way From France to get here, just for the food. They didn't have any worth while over there and she couldn't get it out of her head. Anyways, a visit to New Orleans was far over due. She loved it here, it was second only to her home in Georgia; where she was born. She never realized how much she missed the tradition around, it was simply beautiful. The people, the blues, the Marte Gras parties, she loved it all. Basset didn't usually like cities, they were always filled with crime and death, but this place, this place was one of a kind. She never hunted here, not unless the perp. did something abnormally horrific; in which case she would take him outside the city limits a rip his throat out. There was no way in hell she was going to soil the memories of her most beloved city. Her pack was in France, her family in Georgia, and she in New Orleans; how this made since she didn't know but it was definitely worth the $1,500 to get to this place.

She walked down the street, looking for a good bar to spend the rest of the night in; she had already eaten her fill for the time being. Basset took a swing of the Smirnoff she had in her had and crossed the street. The park caught her attention, she hadn't been to that park in ages. She paused for a second and deliberated, bar or park... bar or park... It was her night off, no murderers, or rapists, or wife beaters to kill tonight, just her and her wolf. Park first, bar later, she decided. There was always time for drinking and she wanted to see if her favorite bench was still there. She started walking again, but this time straight into the trees and into the green paradise. It took her all of five seconds to get through and onto the path. There were so many memories here. She smiled and followed the little dirt trail. five minutes past, she came around a corner, and low and behold, there was her bench. There was a man sitting on it, he was smoking. He looked interesting enough, so she walked up, sat down and started up a conversation. "How's it going?"

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Nicka put her hand back to her side, and her smile dimmed down a little, a smirk still resting in it's place. "Nice to meet you Daniel." she said properly. She then had to try and remeber her manners when greeting an elder vampire. Joanna used to punch her in the arm REALLY hard if she didn't remember her manners. But, now she's dead, so what did she care. But, still, she wantde to be nice and leave a good impression.

"I somewhat live in New Orleans and work at a Cajun Bar and Grill as a bartender. I come through here on the way home." she said, gesturing to the path infront of her. Nicka owned many home. She owned three in New Orleans, and right now she lived in the smallest one. A condo right above main street. "I could you also ask you the same thing, sire." she winced as she called him that. She did it mindlessly all the time. She was so used to calling males "Sire" or "Lord" if they were older than she.

Then, Nicka froze. She sniffed the air. Wolf... and a human... They were next to eachother. They didn't seem like they were out for trouble as she tried to listen and pay attention to Daniel at the same time. Nicka couldn't help but to be cautious around wolfs. Ever since She and Joanna were captured by a few at the begining of the war. She didn't necciarily mind them anymore, but still... it didn't help to be cautious.

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[[Dani]el Conteo*]

Overwhelmed. What an interesting word but at present it very well described the vampire commonly known as Daniel. In the spanse of time it had taken for him to introduce himself a human had waltzed into proximity - unwittingly, that much was true but it was there. The outermost seams of his lips twitched with the anticipation of such an encounter, not so much with desire for the obviously present blood that was pumped within its veins but with irritation. It was not uncommon for the immortal to wish for a single species region. One were co-existing was not so much an issue. He simply could not adapt to the concept of a lifetime buffet. First that would probably inspire the widening of his middle, second it was simply barbaric to wander about ripping limbs of random bystanders. Naturally Dani himself would take offense to such actions - all of his organs were vital, despite their uselessness at this point. He maintained that death suited him, despite his obvious animosity towards the state. Nostrils widened, inhaling sharply the scent of this interloping soul only to be taken aback by a smell even more unwelcome. Werewolf. A growl sounded from deep within his throat, caverns shaking with the effort of smothering most of the noise. His palms balled into fists at his side and his skull snapped to glower in the general direction of the two beings that now flaunted their impudence in his face. Either the wolf was stupid or looking for some sort of recognition. The human was probably just ignorant - poor things had pitiful skills of detection, honestly.

Cracking his knuckles, he slowly and obviously reluctantly focused his attentions back on the kindred soul. The last noun was an odd one to toss into the mix. Sire. It made him feel archaic and his brows twitched with distaste. "I get bored so I wander." He responded truthfully to the suggestive response he received. Daniel was doing his level best not to leap into action immediately. Clearing his throat, he offered a meager smile - one denoting frustration, and the evidence of impatience. "I'm sorry. We can talk in a bit. I have...something to do. You're welcome to tag along." He finally muttered, his syllables hissed under his breath so swiftly it was probably difficult to comprehend what exactly was said to her. But if she was truly listening she would have understood it - Dani had faith of some sort. Not in her per say but in the immortal's ability to hone its senses. Turning on his heel at that point, the snarls were already evident and flowing past his labrums. Angry? Yes. That the mutts existed. He was not entirely sure what the plan was or even if this was necessary but even the chance of a brawl at this point was promising. Simply because that would grant entertainment he did not receive everyday. Superior fun, he supposed. If nothing else he would have the pleasure of demeaning the idiotic flea hotel.

His motion was absolute - swift and calculated. In a sudden leap he was among the tree branches, collaborating with the shadow and murk to delve into a world of camoflauge and sinistry. Poised aloft, he observed the spectacle for several moments without moving. It seemed innocent enough but Daniel was left dissatisfied with it. The entirity of it. Boring. Releasing his grip upon the trunk, he landed softly within the crisp leaves and maneuvered from the shadow in a single, fluid stride. "Isn't this quaint." Oculus flashed in the general direction of the dog. Hello Rover. Glancing at the mortal, a brow ascended at his appearance, and general demeanor. You're odd. Was the sole thought that scrolled immediately through his skull. The word "hick" was almost applicable. For a moment he pondered whether or not the female vampire would be joining this...party. If not a fiesta in which he danced alone would work just as well. There was nothing else said - it was all he could do not to bark out insults at the snouted beast to begin with. He was giving her a moment to deserve his disdain, pupils minor crescents at this point as he allowed time for some sort of response - though hoping for an intelligable one was perhaps stretching it, he realized. Oh well.

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Okay there's been some obvious confusion here - All of the Italics in Daniel's posts are thought. All of the bold words are spoken. So unless your character can read minds they shouldn't really be responding to his thoughts. x] Sorry![/size][/blockquote][/color]

[tank]

An almost blank stare washed over his face as this amazing beauty almost threw herself at him. First night in town and this? How could he pass it up?! Immediate action must be taken, and he would take it. "Is this how New Orleans treats her visitors? Pulling gorgeous women from bars where they probably have better things to do and have them comfort me with their company? Well, if that's the case, then i'd say i'm doing just fine." A smile tugged at his lips, taking a quick drag of his smoke before squeezing the cherry off and stomping it out. He hid his ciggarette butt in his cargo pocket; littering is bad.

A quick glance was given to the other who had quite rudely interrupted his meeting with this lovely woman, and was a little confused at first. This new stranger seemed most unfriendly, just by the way he carried himself. Some people just have an aura about them, and generally he didn't mind the scummy ones. But this one was different...almost as if something compelled him to challenge this stranger. He was almost about to stand, when an eerie feeling came over him. His posture went from confident to almost timid, as if he pulled himself back abit. Maybe the locals here weren't ALL that great...


Edited! Apologies for misconception