END OF SUMMER BONFIRE------------ werewolves only.

[THE HOST]

END OF SUMMER WEREWOLF BONFIRE

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It was mid evening when guests began arriving, the day having just cooled off as the sun was counted down to set. Only about a half an hour now. The forest was alive with wildlife at the hour, animals making their last rounds for food, birds chirping in the cool air of upstate New York. An over all pleasant atmosphere.

A large tent was made to the side of the clearing in which a smooth drive spilled into, the drive itself covered with pine falls, but void of any real holes and unevenness. The tent was large enough to accommodate the whole of the guests invited, tables inside laden with a white cloth left unmarked so that they may sit where they wish. Refreshment tables sat to the back, silver platter's of hot food and snack still smoldering and ready to consume. A bar not far from it, also.

Guests are to arrive in semi formal wear, as some easy dancing is to be expected under the tent, the DJ having the regular summer favorites of the year at hand along with open suggestions for requests.

The sun was made to set over the lake, to disappear into the water's edge. And of course for the rest of the evening the place was to be illuminated by a magnificent bonfire. Marsh-mellows, graham crackers and chocolate provided by request also no doubt!

Note: Humans may attend given they are guests of a werewolf. No vampires may be permitted into the premises to avoid confrontation.

[THE REBELS]

Angel didn't drive. He didn't like to drive because it was suc a boring thing to do. Being brought out of his comfort zone wasn't something he liked, but a gathering of the masses based on those who were like him was something he wanted to partake in because he loved others who were just like him. Werewolves. He'd only just eaten a Big Mac combo from McDonalds. Scarfing down fries dipped in sweet and sour sauce, a little of both on the huge burger, downing it with a Coke. He loved McDonalds. He loved food. If he could put one of their kiosks in his kitchen he'd make it an every day event. The boy could eat and eat and eat and not gain a pound because he was always running around doing God knows what, or letting his true colors take storm and run wild in the wilderness. Already he missed it back home. Something about being in America just made him uncomfortable.

He stole the bike from the Chopper store in Burnsville, it was too tempting to not steal it. The chrome wash over a pent up engine, seat dipped far back and low with space enough for another person. He asked a girl to go with him, not such a usual thing for him. Usually it was the women who went to him, but he figured he needed a date, and he didn't want to take Dara simply because he realized she was beginning to make him weak.

He was a vicious kid who had softened in her presence, hating himself for being so wrapped up in their friendship turned affair that he had forgotten about himself in the process. He warned her that he was really mean deep down inside, she refused to see it in him, but he proved it by grabbing his duffel bag, packed some clothes and walked out the door.

He would go back as soon as this function was over. Go back home and maybe find her gone or still there, he wasn't sure. Not really. But it would be good to sleep in his own bed instead of a motel. Angel wasn't that cheap, he just didn't believe in spending money on crap when you were only going to use it once or twice. So no fancy hotel room with bar and jacuzzi. No service to get food delivered to his room. He could run across the street and grab another McDonalds meal or something. Nuggets were next on his list. Maybe a pie.

The bike muscled up when he pulled in, switching the gears and turning the thing off. Again, he hated driving, but bikes weren't as bad as a truck or a car. He did want to drive a tank though. One with a huge cannon and aim it somewhere significant.

The girl he asked had been spotted by those eyes of his not too long ago. He was a sucker for a pretty face, and she seemed rather nice. His way of attracting nice girls seemed like a curse, but it was of course better than finding some snotty bitch who dared raise a tone with him. Angel wasn't afraid to slap a female, not that he was a woman beater, but when women thought they could start to control him, he'd draw the line and make his harshness known.

Now all he had to do was locate her in the throng of people. Maybe she wasn't there yet. No one was really late when it was a come and go type of thing. He could stay, drink a bit, dance with her if she let him, and make little smores treats with graham crackers, marshmallow and cholocate. He absolutely loved Hershey's chocolate, but it tasted so much better when it was a smore.

[haven]

OH PRETTY PLEASE, IT BREAKS MY HEART TO SEE
ANOTHER TRAGEDY
SHE FINALLY GOT HER PICTURE ON TV

What was she doing here? Organized functions gave cause for her skin to itch and that uneasy feeling of paranoid dread that someone might recognize her to kick into full affect. It had been a month since the last incident, the project that had not blown over too well and let several of the members in their organization severely wounded or dead. Then there was that one male that had found her lying back behind the dumpsters, beaten and charred half too death. Upon waking up she had immediately freaked out and wandered back to the lofts that they called headquarters...or home.

It had crossed her mind that she should have stayed with that white knight, but Haven wasn't the type of girl to be rescued delicately, no matter how in need of a hero she might have been. That would never be admitted to herself or anyone else. Not with the company that she kept. They needed strong and willing bodies, not wimpy girls too swoon and pine over others. Maybe that was why aside from herself, there were only two other females in Project Mayhem. Haven could be strong, for a good cause and blasting out leeches one at a time seemed like a good enough reason to her.

So why was she here again? First the invitation had thrown her off guard, but then the second invitation from a boy that she had no face for. Oddly enough Tank had urged her into attending, it gave her a good image to seem as if she was doing something normal, and it was an opportunity to get a good look at possible future recruits-not that anyone she had sensed potential in ever made it though their first assignments. They were getting more and more gruesome and she was barely making it out alive herself.

Whatever the reason she was here now, burning through and abusing the open bar privilege, slamming down her fourth double Jack before pushing the glass to the edge of the counter to request another one. There had been one suggestion to slow down, but it had been cut short with one cruel slant of her teal eyes. No one told her when to say no or when to stop, and with the way her metabolism burned it would take a few bottle before she would even begin to feel tipsy. Of course that was also something that happened when your diet consisted mainly of hard liquor, eventually you build up a hefty tolerance. It was almost not even worth the attempt.

Almost.

It was the awkward second invitation that had her feeling put-off and suspicious. Who could have noticed her and what had they seen her doing? During the day she worked at a gallery/cafe', harmless enough. She was all smiles and girly gestures of flirtatious delight, her night life was what had fallen under query and she couldn't have anyone blowing the cover of what she really did. Haven wouldn't pause on taking out someone of her own species, no matter what intentions they had. Dirty secrets had to be hidden at all costs.

WORDS 523
TAG Everyone/Angel
OUTFIT THIS
PLACE Bar side baby
TIME evening-ish
BANNER Jewls
LYRICS The City Is At War Cobra Starship
NOTES dude…

[THE REBELS]

Now he had been partly even more happy with himself. He would have noticed her through a crowd of people as she stayed in that outfit. Like a beautiful basket of fruit that he wanted to devour in the most sinful way. A low growl of glee lifted in that throat of his, moving past other people in a rather slow way as shoulders nudged by a few slackers who refused to move out of his path.

Angel wasn't ugly by far, he knew that. But he wasn't the conceited type either. Dara would be so pissed off to know that he had come here with another woman, but yet that thought had never crossed his mind. Like he had been hit with some kind of spell that triggered him to move like a marionette through the crowd.

Women weren't at the top of his weakness list. They were warm and cold all at once. Confusing him with their actions. He had met one wolf a while back as he burned a body to ashes in that pit but that had fallen through with vague disappointment rather quickly. It wasn't as if he slept around like some fiendish whore dying to get his dip stick wet with oil. He grabbed himself like men did, the other hand brought up to run under his nose as he sniffled and both arms went to his side before he was a few feet away from the girl.

She had lovely features, a quality he liked in the women he usually caroused with. It was just the attraction drawn in from others that made him always go for the good girl when all he was was a bad boy. Not extremely bad, no song could ever fit his nature, but he was bad when it came to getting his way.

If he wanted to kill someone, he would. If he wanted to fight for no reason, he would. At least tonight he could relax and join in the mix of celebration. Winter would soon come after the new school year settled down and he didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

He rather liked walking around in the nude like his father had, standing in the large overcast window his mother held a long time ago, letting the passers by take a nice hard look. He'd done it every morning since at the crack of sun, and would continue to do so there on out.

Westchester had some wonderful nude beaches that he loved going to. Too bad he wouldn't look for one while he was there in the states, but he didn't need that to get naked. He had his motel room, and then there was that sufficient urge to find out if Haven could keep up with him and his wild streak.

Time would tell.

"Has anyone realized what a thief you are yet?" He spoke in a low tumble of a growl upon his approach to the brunette. A wolfish grin spread over lickable lips as he moved beside her at the bar. "Eat your heart out Mary-Kate." He chuckled. "You look......." Finding himself slightly speechless. And he looking like a grub. Well, that was English ruddy for ya. "I think I'm glad I asked you first....." And he was. He didn't just think it. She was a thief. A thief of eyes, heart, and soul. Men taking their eyes off of their own dates just to get a gander at what was now in front of him.

She had a beautiful smile to. Great legs. A decency about herself that really did speak good girl. She had to have a bad bone in her somewhere, and it was his efforts that would implore them to emerge. His hand tapped the bar, he could indulge himself in a little Greygoose or Patron. As long as it wasn't that dark shit that made him crazy.

[Inora Theos]

Inora had thought that she was running late. Had been terrified of it in fact. She loved parties and she was so excited about this one. She'd finally be able to really mingle with her kind. Her fellow werewolves. She'd get to meet them all and talk to them maybe. This was going to be a fun night.

But when she arrived the party wasn't as hopping as she'd been expecting it to be. Which was good because it meant she wasn't late but was bad because it meant that she couldn't just jump right in and start talking to someone. The people that were there seemed to be having their own small conversations. Not that it was slow, there was a good amount of people, enough to make a crowd, but they were all couples. Pretty much. And couples just liked to be by themselves.

Her outfit tonight just thrilled her, she'd worn it once to Rosey's party but that night had been over pretty fast and Inora just felt like the time had come to see if the dress would bring her a good memory for this night.

It was one of her favorite colors, teal, and her boots were so shiny and golden that they made her smile everytime she looked down. She was mesmerized by watching herself walk. It was a little ridiculous.

But the boots matched her sunny personality perfectly and she hoped that people would realize that and come talk to her. It had been so long since a really decent party had happened that Inora could go to, and this one she planned on not leaving until she'd had a great time.

She looked over at the tent where there would surely be dancing later and grinned widely. She just loved to dance, it was one of the few things in the world that she felt she truly couldn't live without. Dancing was her one true love. She certainly hadn't found a boy to call that yet.

Who needed boys anyway? Not that she'd mind having one. She just had to keep telling herself that someday a boy would come, and if he didn't...well that was fine too. She was a grown woman, well she was an adult at least, and she didn't need a man to be happy.

Though it would help.

Maybe she'd meet a nice, non-vampire boy at this party who wouldn't call her a mutt and who wouldn't be really really mean. Her thoughts were of course on her encounter a while back with Daniel Conteo. That vampire had scared her, but he'd also been quite attractive and if Inora hadn't been mistaken, he was quite annoyed by her.

She just loved annoying big scary vampires.

Come to think of it that might get her into trouble someday.

She walked into the large tent and made her way toward the refreshment table. She didn't want to interrupt anyone's conversations so she simply grabbed some food, a drink, and took herself and her refreshments back to a solitary table in the middle of a group of tables to sit down.

If someone chose to they could approach her and even join her. But if they didn't want to that would be quite fine as well. Inora would be content to sit, eat, and wait for the dancing to begin.

And then she would dance, with or without a partner.

[haven]

OH PRETTY PLEASE, IT BREAKS MY HEART TO SEE
ANOTHER TRAGEDY
SHE FINALLY GOT HER PICTURE ON TV

"...and that is how i saved Christmas..." They laughed. The laughter bubbled up from the small crowd that had gathered around her. Not because she was interesting, but because she was occupying the bar and that was where these few saps had landed. More alcohol abusers. Even the bar tender seemed amused with her story and pushed her over another drink without Haven even having to request it. Sixth or seventh...or more...she had lost track during the edited version of her story, giving the masses her best PG rating.

It was what she was best at, playing the darling role. Little blond with the large teal eyes, innocent enough, too cutsie to have anyone think otherwise. Much different from the gang-banger looking thugs that she associated herself with. As long as she fit in with normal people and could carry on ridiculous conversations that could amuse and please she was a golden ticket-just as long as nothing ruined her pretend facade.

It was then that someone caught her eye, not a male, no one with a scent to match the one carried with her second invitation, but a woman. Vivacious, blond, all smiles and the shiniest boots that Haven had ever seen anyone dare to wear aside from hookers...and you know what...she worked them. A low whistle blew from between her teeth as the lady took up seat at a small table to her left. "Nice shoes...." Mumbled out to herself. The femme might prove to be an interesting acquittance should her 'blind date' fail expectations. Good God...blind date-it made her feel like one of those desperate girls that prowled for a mate. Ick.

"Has anyone realized what a thief you are yet?" Well that stopped her from taking another gulp from her glass, silhouette poised and frozen where she was leaning, tension evident in her shoulders as eyes narrowed, the tender already getting her another drink prepared, a smug grin plastered against lips. Haven turned into the figure that had produced that low growl, had it been a separate choice of words she would have let the sound wriggle over her skin.

Growls, purrs...any noise really that could be used in a less than decent way always sent a surge through her, even if the content was innocent in use. Now she met with dark green eyes, brows raising slightly as her chin tilted. "Excuse me?" Inquired with only a tiny hint of irritability. No one enjoyed being called a thief, especially not one in hiding. It was the grin that eased the tension away little by little. "Eat your heart out Mary-Kate." Okay now she was just confused. What kind of line was that anyway?

An amused chuckle fell lightly, the glass now empty replaced with a new one, full and ready for her to partake in. "You look......." He trailed off and Haven awarded him with one of her darling smiles. "I look...." Encouraging him on as he paused to laugh. Was he laughing at her? Jerk. I think I'm glad I asked you first....." Haven laughed again, shaking her head as the need to be hostile left completely. She could play kitten for this kid.

"Because I'm sure you had a line of girls that were biting nails to come to this ominous social gathering of fur with you." Teased out in a soft sing-song voice before taking a more subtle sip of her drink. It was now show time, less alcohol. Damn. Her hand extended out to him, "I'm Haven, the thief of sorts apparently...and you are...." Words trailed off as brows rose inquisitively...waiting for the proper introductions. There was only one thing that she knew for certain, with this night was over-she wanted to make sure she possessed his hat.

WORDS 634
TAG Everyone/Angel
OUTFIT THIS
PLACE Bar side baby
TIME evening-ish
BANNER Jewls
LYRICS The City Is At War Cobra Starship
NOTES Smooth talker...lemme tell ya...

[THE REBELS]

"Excuse me?" It caught him by surprise to have her not understand. After all, she was very striking. Well composed features as if she were carved only to be turned into real perfection. A few words had been exchanged and he wasn't so sure he could simply come out with an answer or reason why he had said it. The little shit was very out going and didn't really mind spreading the thoughts on his mind her way. Hence the second comment. "Your just very striking." He said as eyes moved over to the bar tender, pointing to a draft tap and turning his eyes back to her.

Maybe the Mary-Kate joke he could have kept to himself, but there was no way to hold it in. He said what was on his mind without thought or care. A few moments passed on, her amused sounds making him smile. She had a very nice voice, but there was something underneath her that struck him more. He wouldn't quite get it until he looked further, but he knew there was something different about her from the moment he saw her, which was the only reason for him asking her. Wanting to see her for her. Know what she was like. The beer was placed in front of him, an ice cold glass filled with beer and a head he enjoyed very much. "Because I'm sure you had a line of girls that were biting nails to come to this ominous social gathering of fur with you." He had to laugh. It was too funny not to. No. Not that he had so many women on his tail, so to speak, but they did enjoy his company because he was outspoken, entertaining, funny. Plus he knew how to pleasure a woman like nobody's business.

"Not quite." He could have said then there's that... But it would do no good to counteract with damaging words. He wasn't that cruel to a beautiful woman. "I just thought you were worth the effort of asking..." He shrugged, taking the beer up and taking a short sip, licking his lips from the disapating portion of foam on them. Even though she had teased, he was full on honest about the entire thing. Not telling her everything wasn't a lie, but at least she knew he thought as much for her than anyone else.

"I'm Haven, the thief of sorts apparently...and you are...." She held her hand out all lady like, he took it like a chump and as her soft skin had touched his own, he smiled inside as lips moved to press over the back of her hand, kissing it lightly. Raising his head with an old style of gentlemen like qualities. "Angel Chase, at your service." He let go of her hand and smiled, a little of those pearly whites showing before he indulged in his beer once again.

This time he took a much larger sip. It was on the verge of being a gulp, but after he had fulled his stomach, it would be nice to cover it with a layer of alcohol. Just for kicks and see what happens. "Not really into this sort of thing ya know?" A little disappointed smirk etched at the corner of his mouth. The night could either go into a good direction, or a bad direction. Whichever way it was headed, he was sure it was going to be most entertaining. "And you agreed to come because....." He let the question linger on as if she would finish the sentence. It wasn't fill in the blank night, but at least he could understand why she actually came.

[[ VIRGO ]]

``And I don't know how it gets better than this,
You take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless,
And I don't know why but with you I dance,
In a storm in my best dress, fearless.

---

A party. While still new to the area, Virgo often felt that rabid, brazen necessity to force herself into situations that seemed utterly ludicrous in retrospect; such as this one. She had picked up an invite for no apparent reason and skimmed the flyer with mild interest. The only trouble with that was the vague description of attire. "Semi formal". Truly, she had begun to despise social gatherings because of the emphasis on dress alone. Still, she had sifted through her closet and her sisters' in search of something that seemed appropriate, having come up with an brick or redish orange colored sundress that reached to her feet, spartan style sandals and a crisp denim jacket with its sleeves rolled up just past her elbows. Her wrist was lightly decorated with a dragonfly cuff and her right hand sported three rings on one finger.

That was the extent of Virgo's interpretation of "semi formal". She was well aware of the odds in this case. Making friends. Psh. That was always a lame excuse to go anywhere but then again there was no harm in attempting to make contact with the outside world. Though she seemed to be absolutely certain she'd live to regret this behavior. Iliana would call it rash of her, and she probably would agree at a later date. Not tonight. Tonight was a night for scampering about like hormone crazed teenagers who had nothing better to do than speak in hushed murmurs or make complete fools of themselves. Not that she had any notion about getting plastered - she rarely drank, the affects of alcohol on her slight body leaning more towards "sluggish" than "fun.

As she made her way down the incline to the bank of the lake, the sun had gone and fled and now the night was lit only by the stars and as the she-wolf progressed her eyes adjusted to a way of seeing and deciphering that some might refer to as "night vision". The figures were more difficult to decipher but the voices were loud and clear. A man and a woman carried on a friendly, easily constructed conversation though she seemed far more bubbly than he. As Virgo moved past them she did not make any attempt to hide her reticent gaze as it landed first on the woman's delicately sculpted features before it swiveled inquisitively to the man's. Her countenance was cautious and vaguely reserved though there was a hint of a smile tugging on her small, closed mouth.

The tent was spacious, she observed and held table after table of doubtlessly well prepared food. She wasn't very hungry, having been taught to eat beforehand so that one's manners are well schooled. Still, to pass up such an opportunity seemed a waste and so she took a plate and began to skim the contents of the table, choosing a little of what smelled best and a glass of unsweetened iced tea. There was but one other person that had arrived, and she chastised herself for being so...punctual. Still, the blonde woman appeared friendly enough as she picked at her meal and Virgo felt brave as she approached, standing across the table from the she-wolf with that same, poised distinguished look. Still, as her voice registered in the decibels it was assertive but somehow quiet at the same time. It conveyed the message in an unassuming way without appearing submissive.

It was a gift - a neutral statement, void of sentiment beyond the literal meaning of the words. Though, however much she tried Virgo couldn't help but smile in something akin to childlike pleasure at her own personal victory. "Do you mind if I sit here?" She inquired, though her hand was already on the back of the chair she had every intention of pulling out while her other hand still grasped the cup which had her plate perched on top of it, a single digit holding napkins as well. Steady hands were an asset in her line of work and so she only ever drank decaffeinated drinks or water. Thus the magic tricks she could pull when it came to balancing things and drawing straight lines. Just little quirks in the oddball. Gotta love the individualism.

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``word count; 706
` `outfit; click!
``notes; woo, first virg post.
``status;finito.
``lyrics; Taylor Swift, Fearless
``credits; Destiny Rahl, Caution

``HEADFIRST, FEARLESS

[Inora Theos]

Inora smelled a wolf coming towards her, she looked up right as a young woman's voice reached her ears. She smiled happily and nodded to the woman in response to her question.

"Yes, please sit." The woman was beautiful, asian but with an air of grace that flowed around her. She was holding a cup with a plate balanced on top of it and Inora sighed in jealousy, she wished her hands were that steady.

"I love your dress." Inora stated, it was quite pretty, simple but elegant. Inora liked such things, though her outfit today was not her normal style. The boots were just too shiny to resist. As the woman took a seat Inora took a bite of her food and savored the sweet taste of the mystery meal she'd just eaten. Delicious, whatever it was.

She leaned forward and set her arms on the table, crossing them and smiling widely at the woman. "My name's Inora, what's yours?" She loved meeting new people and this woman seemed intriguing. Something about her was dangerous but only in a way that told Inora she was quite capable of taking care of herself.

If only Inora could manage to capture that look, even after all the fighting training she'd had, she couldn't seem to look like she knew what she was doing. At least not until she actually started to fight.

Inora's gaze traveled over the rest of the crowd that had begun gathering, there was a pretty woman sitting at the bar who had seemed to be admiring Inora's boots a little earlier. She'd been joined now by a handsome young man who was surrounded by a dangerous air that was completely different from the one Inora saw around the woman at her table.

His dangerous aura made him actually seem like a danger.

Inora would definitely be avoiding him, though the way he was looking at the woman he was with told her she wouldn't have to try too hard. He seemed like he'd be occupied by her all night.

Two others had arrived, but they were still away from the rest of the group, a male and a female they had definitely come together. The male looked frustrated over something, and Inora could tell from the way he walked and acted that it was over his position in his pack.

Her wolf instincts kicked in a lot more since Adam had made her Alpha, though she was pretty sure she shouldn't be in that spot. She had no leadership skills.

Finally she turned her attention back to the woman at her table and smiled again. She sure smiled a lot.

[haven]

OH PRETTY PLEASE, IT BREAKS MY HEART TO SEE
ANOTHER TRAGEDY
SHE FINALLY GOT HER PICTURE ON TV

Haven was actually enjoying the short and awkward 'first introduction' stage, he was funny in a witty and quick-to-the-tongue kind of way. It was refreshing to say the least and not something that she had honestly expected. Haven had gathered herself here and honestly expected to either find that the invitation in itself had been a joke or that the male was not at all what the scribbled letter had made him seem.

We don't really know each other, I'm sort of fond of living in England really, but there is this stupid little shindig in the states for us werewolves, and I thought you might like to be my date for the evening. What do you say? Give it a go? I won't bite. Hard. Well, unless you want me to really. I'm not very nice, but I'm not very bad either. Not sure if you can handle me really, but I saw you somewhere and thought you were breathtaking. So whudduyah say gorgeous? Be my date?

Lids lowered partially over ocean-hued oculars, an impish gaze directed toward him as he raised her hand to his mouth, one faint brush of a chill moving through her as lips tenderly grazed skin. There had been the fleeting thought that perhaps he would raise her hand to his mouth for a quick nip, just to follow through with what he had previously promised. The idea made her laugh to herself. It was a challenge, he was a challenge. There had never been something that she could not handle and being insulted in that way by a complete stranger simply would not do.

With a graceful movement he was raising back up, "Angel Chase, at your service." Slowly the arm was directed back after falling from his grasp, a secretive smile accompanying her delicate laugh as she watched him finally man up and drink like a big boy. It was still only a beer, but at least he had ceased nursing it like a small infant enjoying a bottle. "Good to know." Spoken softly, a tinted playful tugging at the base of her tone. Angel Chase could be useful for a number of reasons, already servicing idea's were flashing through her mind, but Tank would blast her should she attempt to recruit him.

"Not really into this sort of thing ya know?" A gasp fell from parted lips as the drink was polished off, fingers allowing it to be shuttled away without the request of another one. The booze was going nowhere, and she could always come back for more rounds later in the evening. "Organized functions aren't really my thing either. A gathering of strangers that only share one trait that hardly makes them compatible. I don't think it's a good idea to have so many of us in such a remote location, someone is bound to get antsy and play the territorial 'bigger wolf'."

It was true enough, Haven had met her share or those that were more intact with their 'primal' wolf instincts than they were their human traits. A combination of strays and mixed packs seemed like a disaster waiting to happen, and here she was mingling in the middle. "And you agreed to come because....." Brows rose in a quirky, off setting way, a smirk lingering against lips as she leaned in more toward him. "Honestly?" Teased out softly, as if they were going to be sharing a secret.

"I'm a high member of a group called Project Mayhem, a cult-like organization that trains itself as an army to bring down vampires in modern civilization. It's very comparable to the movie Fight Club, hence why we chose to steal their organizations name." Haven whispered softly as her nose scrunched up. "It's our little joke....I'm here because they thought it would be a good place to scout for possible recruits." Haven sat back up, large hues blinking at him as she waited for his reaction. It was always interesting to allow that to be the beginning of a conversation, of course she would laugh and brush it off after his response, create a more innocent and expected answer for her presence.

Haven would just tell him that she couldn't resist the second invitation that he had extended toward her. Angel seemed like someone who would appreciate that flattery.

WORDS 750
TAG Everyone/Angel
OUTFIT THIS
PLACE Bar side baby
TIME evening-ish
BANNER Jewls
LYRICS The City Is At War Cobra Starship
NOTES tisk, tisk

[Damien Rogue]

[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000806] As Damien walked towards the tent that he could now spot he wondered why he was going there again. Oh thats right, because a certain Alphess female didnt want to go but figured she should send someone out to represent them anyway. Kat had given birth to her pups already and was being maternal much to everyones shock and staying with her kids unless she had to move. And everyone agreed that the bonfire was not the place for the little ones and a still hormonal alphess. But they all agreed he would be perfect to go. So scowling and swearing all the way he had found some of his semi formal clothes shoved into his closet and dressers and placed them on. He had on some black jeans and a black dress shirt to match with a white tie. He didnt really have anything else and he wasnt in the mood to find anything else or go buy something for a stupid gathering that would be only be the one night. When he actually arrived a few scents hit him and he looked around at the area, emerald green eyes taking in everyone. He recognized one of the girls. Blonde, smiling face. Inora was it? Kat had talked about Adam Vagus's pack that little Inora had inherited. Maybe he could talk to her later. She seemed friendly enough. And then another familiar face popped out at him. That girl he had saved from the alley. She had been brutally beaten, but had ended up sneaking away that very night once she was better. He hadnt expected to see her again. Sitting down at the tables that were marked with white, he kept a bit of distance from people. He still wasnt very social anymore. Not even going back to work at his night club was able to raise his spirits. His heart was still utterly broken. And for a fleeting moment, he panicked that he might see her here. The her that had caused all of this. But no, her master wouldnt let her out of his site. And not to mention she had already appeared in Paris when all of them were out. Kat had been at the hospital and when they all returned, there was a little baby girl in Kats room. Blonde curls like her mother, and the same expressive eyes like him. They had turned amber on seeing him, almost like the baby knew. Kat hadnt let that child out of her site. But she did let Damien hold her. His daughter. It was only fair. The baby girl had been the only thing able to make him smile in a long time. And his eyes that had been the constant emerald green of sadness had brightened to amber. But now as he sat there alone at this bonfire they were that same haunting green. And he just wanted to go home. Note: Sorry its so short. And Im being lazy on the outfit XD ~~~~~~~~~~ Count it: Tag it: Comment: I finally got the post header thing down!! haha

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[iliana]

Iliana had planned on working on her new collection for the boutique, but the thought of a party, and a break had just been too big a pull for her to resist. So she'd gone straight to her room to pick out an outfit. About an hour later, she'd settled on what she was now wearing. The little black dress hugged her curves to perfection, the only thing she hated was the fact that her gorgeous boots might get muddied by the walk through the woods.

Oh well, she'd had muddy boots before, she would survive. For a while.

She'd hopped onto her red Kawasaki Ninja and zoomed off to the party. Trees flashed by her as she smiled from the speed. She could definitely understand her older sister's fascination with speed, not that Ivie knew that Iliana knew about her street racing, no sir, Iliana was saving that little gem for a rainy day.

Pulling the bike off the beaten path, Iliana roared noisily to a stop a bout a mile away from the party, she didn't want to arrive and disturb conversations. This was the point where she looked down unhappily at her pretty boots and sighed before taking a step off the bike. Thankfully the dirt was nice and hard, her heels still sank in a little but the dirt didn't stick as bad as mud did.

The party came closer and closer as Iliana took more steps forward, how tempting it was for Iliana to shift into a wolf and run to the party. However, she knew that she couldn't shift, cause when she got there, she'd be naked at the party in front of everyone. That would just not be pretty, especially since she could smell Virgo at the party from here, no doubt her sister would love to spread such a story through the family. Or perhaps take a page out of Iliana's book and save it for blackmail.

The trees broke and Iliana smiled, the clearing looked very inviting, the tent was large and Iliana could tell that there would be dancing. The smile on her face grew larger. Yes, dancing was such fun, but of course, Iliana loved anything that was artistic.

Iliana entered the tent and looked around again, she saw Virgo talking to a pretty young blonde and smiled again, good Virgo was meeting people. Nice people too, Iliana wouldn't have to protect her tonight, not that she usually had to protect any of her sisters from anyone but themselves.

However, as she looked around her eyes fell on a male wolf who didn't look very happy to be here, Iliana grinned and slid over to the table the male was at.

"You do not look very happy." How could she resist trying to restore balance to someone's life? And this male looked severely unbalanced, not in a crazy way, but in a non-harmonious way. "Not a big party person?" She sat down at the table, not bothering to ask since she figured he would be tempted to say no if she had.

[ivie]

--Having a few extra desserts made already and able to trust her crew at the Kay Restaurant in NYC, it is time to finally kick back and relax for Ivie as a party is in store. Hearing of word from her sisters par normal, the young woman retreats back to her normal hideout and prepares for a night of fun, dancing, laughs, and an overall jovial time. A chance to shine with her friends, family, and meet some new people, why wouldn't she resist? Quickly wanting to get ready, Ivie manages to slip into her outfit and tussle with her hair, being ready in only twenty minutes. She walks out in a stunning outfit that hugs her curves perfectly and leaves her fashionably safe in her mind. Ready to enjoy the night, a quick ride is in store, wishing to get there soon as the party has yet to truly get under way, but mingle and settle herself in before the fun fully gets going.

--Stepping out of her house, a larger three car garage houses her prime choice rides, one that sticks out brand new is a 2010 Dodge Challenger. The powerful muscle car running at a normal cost of most other cars, Ivie has her power fix, without shelling the big money. The SE Edition allows her to have a slower muscle car, waiting for when she can really afford big time. Sliding behind the dark blue car, she kicks it into first gear, her mind racing as she cruises over to where it is being held. With her mind racing through different thoughts, Ivie is cruising down the roads as her feet and hands are flying to keep the manual transmission going at optimum capacity.

--Finally reaching the parking for the party, Ivie swings into one of the far slots in the gravel, feeling better about walking the little bit more distance to the bonfire and part down the path, allowing her exercise. As she starts to hoof it down the path, the sound of voices emanating from around catch her ears and she smiles in rejoice knowing she isn't too late as the part is getting under way, but she isn't forced to mingle while waiting for too many to file in. As she steps out and looks about to see whom is around, the crunch of the leaves mixed with the gravel underneath her boots is slightly unsettling as the balance isn't near perfect. The heels help complete her desired outfit, but this isn't what she had thought of, thinking a bit more dirt would be accessible around the fire.

--Looking over, a small area of drinks is spotted and Ivie walks over, ready to start her night off right. Listening up, she easily hears Virgo and Iliana around doing their things, waiting until later to catch up with her sisters and see what is going on. So, with room to spare and time to kill, she walks over to the big metal tank which is housing the alcoholic bottles, grabbing herself a bottle of Guinness. Feeling safe with drink in hand, she walks over towards the fire and sits down on one of the many log benches placed around, waiting to see what happens as she pops the top to her drink and starts casually sipping away.

-- TAG -- Anyone?
-- STATUS -- Le Finished
-- WORD COUNT -- 644
-- MUSIC -- Nuthing
-- NOTES -- Bored

[[ VIRGO ]]

``And I don't know how it gets better than this,
You take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless,
And I don't know why but with you I dance,
In a storm in my best dress, fearless.

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From the start Virgo had begun to detect vibes of friendly, openness from the blonde shewolf, and so when her instincts proved correct she could feel nothing but victorious. A faint smile tugged at her slender lips as she peered reticently at the woman, admiring her high cheek bones and glimmering azure eyes. She was so beautiful, like a doll and it grew to be one of those moments where she felt simply privileged to associate with another such as this. It was the way Virg's brain worked - to take apart things by component rather than look at the whole. She chose what was accessible, and what was useless she did not address. The shrewd look on the Asian woman's features was seemingly glued there and did not change at the flattering words endowed her.

Her gaze was almost tender on the porcelain countenance of her counterpart, vague and exquisite. It had a tendency to be so. Her sisters would chide her for being so ambiguous. The thing was Virgo was a little less than expressive. But it appeared this particular individual didn't have any problem saying exactly what she was feeling and for a moment the ebony haired reed envied the goddess that ate before her. Still, she felt compelled to return the kind gesture with some sort of her own. "Thank you. You're very gracious. I might add that your hair is enrapturing." Perhaps her language skills were a bit strange but Virgo enjoyed using descriptive words. As it came time for introductions she took a deep breath.

These were so tiresome, loathesomely pedestrian. She had the slightest inclination to give some sort of rant about the problem with names, though she really took no issue with them at all - just for the dramatics of the little tirade. But as her siblings arrived it appeared she would not be able to get away with such an act. Almost sagging at their appearance, she eyed them both calmly before allowing her attention to snap back to the blonde, Inora. "Sorry." She muttered, inclining her skulls towards the other two black haired amazons. "My sisters." A faint smirk was pronounced as she eyed the two before continuing. "My name is Virgo. And don't ask. I don't know why my parents chose such a name." The words could be construed as snappy but the soft expression on her face said otherwise - she simply did not have an answer for such a question.

"Inora, too, is an interesting name. Do you know why they called you that?" Beginning to pick at her food, her mannerisms flawless and practiced as if she paid attention to each detail of her movement, her slices as precise as a surgeons and the contents of the different types of food carefully monitored and never touching. She did all this and still managed to seem honed on the target of her conversation, her brows slightly raised in anticipation of an answer.

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``word count; 509
` `outfit; click!
``notes; woo, first virg post.
``status;finito.
``lyrics; Taylor Swift, Fearless
``credits; Destiny Rahl, Caution

``HEADFIRST, FEARLESS

[THE REBELS]

"Organized functions aren't really my thing either. A gathering of strangers that only share one trait that hardly makes them compatible. I don't think it's a good idea to have so many of us in such a remote location, someone is bound to get antsy and play the territorial 'bigger wolf'." A chuckle and a smirk had approached lips, grinning with a bit of sharpness in his K9's as if they had intentionally been marred that way. He was simply born into it, with no real findings of why he had such demanding features that required him to give certain looks of appeal.

He had to chuckle though. He hadn't gone through a night without running into one of the buggers except the night he had turned Dara. He knew it was a mistake to force her into the life he had led, but how was he to lose a friend without letting her in? Or his secret for that matter.

"I'm a high member of a group called Project Mayhem, a cult-like organization that trains itself as an army to bring down vampires in modern civilization. It's very comparable to the movie Fight Club, hence why we chose to steal their organizations name." He sat back, amazed by the answer she had given to his own question. He hadn't expected that response from someone who seemed so delicate.

He sat on it for a moment though, wondering how someone like her was wrapped in something like that. Angel wasn't one for organizations, he wasn't a pack follower, not the type, but he enjoyed his time tackling stray bloodsuckers and bringing them to their undead mercy.

To think of how she could do what he did was rather a turn on, a quick adjustment of his hat and seconds later his tap was refilled, and he had finally spoken. "I guess that makes you the perfect date then eh?" He chuckled and reached for the beer, pulling it towards him as it slid across the bar from where it sat. Haven. She must have been.

"Go out on your own? Hunt the prey that feeds the soul?" His lack of metephorical skills quite apparent, but it was his own way. He'd been turned into some softy whilst in Dara's presence, and he knew it was high time to wake up from that haze and re-enter his own hellish world.

It would have been nice t have a family, know his parents and not just know them, but really know them. Know more about where he came from and went through life without unanswered questions. "Family still around?" He asked, most werewolves had lost their families through some tragic event or another, Angel was no different, but maybe she had a story as well.

For some reason he felt a bit awkward, but another swig of the beer would wash it away, maybe shoot for a double Jack and call it quits, he had a high tollerence for alcohol, but nonetheless, he was driving a bike. He did have to admit to himself that not only did she have such perfect proportionate features, but she had the most sexiest laugh and specific gesturing elements that assisted him in not keeping those eyes off of her. He always did like a beautiful person inside and out, but there was still so much to learn about Haven.