WICKED EYES

Spirit witch and graphic designer, 30, Single

[infireandash]

where: winter solstice ball  who: @anne-dubellay​

There were, of course, good things about having the metabolism of a football player. By design, so it was that possessing fire magic meant that there was constantly a need to burn something. This meant that Matty, although a lightweight, was able to sober up considerably faster than most. This also meant that events such as this, which were as traumatic as they were fun, were dangerous. Unlimited amount of alcohol? No one to keep her in check? Why, it was an alcoholic’s wet dream. In true drunk girl fashion, Mateo sought out a friend to do shots with, as it was never as fun to do it alone. Who more fitting for the task than her literally ‘death day’ buddy? If anyone was worthy of a shot, it was certainly Anne. Her eyes scanned the crowd for the woman and it was by miracle that her eyes caught those of her friend. With the determination of at least a handful of drinks under her belt, though she had honestly lost track at this point, Mateo weaved her way through the crowd, a shot of fireball in each of her hands. 

“Dude, you look hot,” she stated appreciatively as she finally reach her. With one hand extended towards the other woman, she stated, “here, take this, I think we need to celebrate being alive or whatever blah blah we want to celebrate.”

[anne-dubellay]

It was fairly desperate, the attempt to enjoy the evening and seem like everything was going smoothly. The gloss and shine of beautiful decorations, dresses and shimmering around was a surface beauty of rather dark times. Anne was thankful for the mask covering her eyes - a helpful accessory to her otherwise emotionless aspect - that complimented her flawless dress that gave the expression of a competent woman just enjoying the fancy night. However, no matter how she tried to drown her deeply buried worries with alcohol it stayed there at the back of her head, nibbling on it, reminding her that this is just an attempt to cover numerous injuries from a rogue pack wandering around Seattle. Ready to navigate her way back to the bar for yet another drink, Mateo halted her steps sooner than she could move, handing her already full glass.

Just one look at her and she could see the state she was in, relaxing her own muscles a bit in realization that she is not alone in this. “Yeah, I don't feel hot but thanks.” She admitted not waiting more and downed the full content of the glass in one gulp as a perfect contrast to her beautiful act of a dame. “You are hot. Literally. I can sense the heat coming out of you like a god damn radiator.” She exhaled, letting the liquor burn her throat and raise up into her head steadily. “Yeah to not being dead, just scarred for life, yay.” She cheered ironically raising her hand mid air with her now empty glass.

[mfoxxy]

[anne-dubellay]

50th Annual Winter Solstice Ball

Aesthetics of Anne du Bellay

@taintedinspo

[anne-dubellay]

ask if you dare

[anne-dubellay]

ofandrewdavenport​:

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Alright, so he wasn’t doing that good of a job to cover the anxiousness he felt if the witch that approached him could tell that. “That obvious.” He started not really looking for confirmation as he turned his head and looked to Anne standing at his side now. He had learned after the evening’s events with the rogue pack about the injuries and deaths that had occurred. She had been among them and he noted the white cloth still around her wrist healing from it. One of his own pack members had been injured as well and that didn’t sit well with the alpha either. 

“How are you feeling?” He asked ignoring her comment to relax, or even try too. It wasn’t in his nature right now to do so. He was having to counterbalance his own own impatience with knowing he had to do what was right to protect the pack. Thus the distraction for the evening.

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The woman's eyes followed the sea of people, her gaze traveling around the crowd and back, not being completely able to focus on the beauty of the light show. The Christmas spirit was long gone as the actual fear for her life intertwined with the joyous festivities most people were obliviously going through. “Not really. It just easy to sense from mile away, no matter how good of an actor you are.” She explained, her head finally turning to meet the gaze of the alpha that soon fell down to her hand.

“I felt worse.” She replied seemingly uninterested as she got out better than others and definitely better than one would expect when coming face to face with a beast like that. “What about you? I suppose you don't have any new lead, since you're here and not hunting them down.” It wasn't supposed to be a reproach of any kind, she just assumed someone like him would not waste any time with some light show when they have a rogue pack threatening the city.

[anne-dubellay]

dorabella-north​:

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At the customary french greeting, Dorabella followed in suit, giving two quick kisses to the others cheek responding to each of her inquiries in a single response. “Je vais bien, merci. Il y a des piles de papiers à regarder. Cependant, on peut s'en occuper plus tard quand il s'agit d'un ami. J'avais un pressentiment que ma chère Anne pourrait utiliser un peu de Dorabella” she spoke, each french word flowing from her lips a delight to the ears of both women. Dora grew up speaking several languages and speaking a constant stream of the english language was at times dry. Sometimes when Dorabella had a moment to think and think about nothing part of her wondered if she hadn’t fallen in love with history and archaeology if linguistics would’ve been an acceptable fall back. “If your plans are to relax I don’t mind sharing in that with you for a small moment. The senior professor is still accepting submissions for their papers so I have time. What happened to your hand? Do you need me to get you anything other then coffee and pastries?”

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“Oh, c'est trés gentil, vraiment. Je peux utiliser un peu de Dorabella tout les temps.” Anne gave her a warm smile, the mere presence of the woman already calming her enough to even forget about what happened last week. However she still suppressed the inner anger that boiled in her from the attack that could have ended completely differently not only for her but all of the people closest to her that got injured. Plus the fact that rogues got so close to the city. How could that happen was utterly unthinkable for the woman and it only irritated her that they had no answers nor any leads. “I would love your company. I'm taking a break from my work a bit. Putting away the deadlines and all, I'm just not in the headspace.” She explained, but could they blame her, honestly. At the question that she very well expected, the witch's gaze fell down to her hand before finding her friend's eyes again. “Oh this, nothing important. I was just clumsy and fell on my wrist.” She waved the injury away without any further explanation. The healers from their ranks did their job exceptionally, better than she could ever do, even though she carries the ability to heal but she never really explored it deeply. She could maybe help herself with a small cut, definitely not with a broken bone, however. Still the curing process took some time hence the ugly cloth over her hand.

[anne-dubellay]

infireandash​:

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Mateo resolved herself to never be ungrateful for hot showers again. In the cold, rainy wind, with disgusting wolf blood dripping down her face and her clothing soaked, Mateo wished she was literally any where else. That and the fact that an angry feral wolf presently looked ready to pounce on both of them. If somehow her and Anne made it out of this alive, the first thing she would do is have a long hot shower. Staying alive surely required a certain level of trust in her friend, her witch friend who had significantly less restraint in using her powers than Matty did. Yet she couldn’t help but be doubtful when her friend told her to run and pulled her into one. 

She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting, but in her eyes absolutely nothing had happened other than the wolf darting his eyes in the empty space around them. Still she let Anne drag her away from this disastrous alleyway, happy to believe in magic if it meant it was saving both of their bacon. When Anne’s feet started to falter, whether she was aware of it or not, Matty turned into the one dragging the girl along. There was no time to dwell on what was wrong, but luckily the girls had found themselves back in the general area of Mateo’s apartment. That was a safe place, had been warded up the ass by her half-brother years ago, and possessing enough magical safeguards to disguise their scent. She pulled Anne up to her apartment, her hands shook while she tried to unlock the door and her lungs heaved. 

Only once inside, door locked and light on, was she able to focus on herself and her friend. “Fuck me, lets never do that again.”

-

By the time the door shut behind them and they were welcomed by the safe space, Anne had no idea how or when they got there. All that matter was that her plan worked and they got rid of the wolf for at least long enough till they can realize what the actual fuck was going on. But then, she was too tired to think. Her steps lead her - almost automatically - to the first peace of furniture that she could sat down on as she exhaled deeply with her eyes closed. She was pretty sure that if Matty's apartment would be further, the wolf would pick up their scent again after her magic dispersed into the thin air. Her head was pounding and when her eyes opened it felt even worse.

Leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees she wiped the remaining of her blood from under her nose and looked at her friend. She looked even worse, with blood splattered across her face and hands covered in it. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” She asked still out of breath, her whole body burning from inside from the stress, her powers and the sprinting. “Who the fuck was that.” No matter her current state, the rage was the  emotion that would always come to the surface first. “We could have fucking died!” The realization just hitting her as she exclaimed furiously, feeling how her blood boiled inside of her. It would soon start to prickle out of her nose once again, if she doesn't control herself.

[ofadventurousackerley-deactivat]

location: capitol hill, annual winter light show

It was hard to imagine the events of the last week had happened. The main streets of capitol hill were lit up for the holidays and people buzzed around from vendor to vendor, oohhing and ahhing at the displays. It was definitely a change from the raging storm and for those who knew it, the injuries and deaths that had taken place. But this was the world that mixed supernatural and human alike. It was for a moment an escape from things and with tensions boiling, he’d insisted that the store was shut down for the evening, no inventory or excuses of work for the night, and no one should have been back at the pack house. He wouldn’t force the issue but Andrew thought they all needed an evening. 

Though some might say he was calling the kettle black. Everyone liked christmas lights, even he could admit that seeing the twinkle of lights cracked a smile. But he wasn’t big into the holidays. He wasn’t a grinch by any means,just didn’t get into the whole thing. He’d come because he was worried; call him paranoid or too overly cautious, but they hadn’t been able to pick up the rogue packs trail since that night. That didn’t sit well with him or his wolf side. It would be stupid to attempt anything here, but stupid is as stupid does. Andrew found himself trying to appear like he was browsing but the alpha remained on alert as he did.

@taintedstarters​

[anne-dubellay]

“You look worried.” The woman came out of nowhere, stopping by the side of the alpha that she could sense from the distance easily among all the other people enjoying the show the city had prepared for them. And she came there with the same intent - a distraction of sort - getting back into the Christmas mood or at least into any kind of mood different than the one that was getting under the skin of every supernatural being for the past week.

The healers from their ranks did an amazing job, really, her wrist almost didn't hurt still wrapped in white cloth and healing, but the headaches were persistent and in some way depraved her of using her powers. She was weak and she did not like that. For a spirit witch that cannot heal her own injuries she felt rather pathetic now, wishing her childhood would give her more curing skills than those of manipulation. “You will have wrinkles if you don't relax. Or at least pretend if nothing else.” She advised, keeping her eyes onto the crowd in front of them. “I'm offering a hot punch to ease your nerves.”

[anne-dubellay]

deadcfnight​:

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         Rooted cautiously in place, Briar’s gaze followed the brunette when she drew closer to the subject to confirm the state of his vitals. Indeed, the easiest way to understand how he had come to encounter such a disastrous fate would be to receive a play-by-play of what had transpired in his own words. With that option off the table, for however long, Briar could only unproductively speculate. Judging by the concentration of iron in the air combined with the strength of his heartbeat, the flow of his bleeding had coagulated temporarily. The downside? If he woke with too much of a start or panicked at the sight of them, there was a risk too much movement would cause him to bleed out. Mentally preparing herself to employ an assisting glamour of need be, Briar nodded in agreement as she listened to the other’s perception of the scene. Grateful to have been able to mellow the flare of Anne’s initial impression into a less heated state, Briar found it increasingly difficult in determining how to best proceed. The cover of nightfall was on their side if they chose to act sooner rather than later, but the stealthy merits of such concealment was also combatted by how it aided an innumerous amount of others which thrived in the shadows. Nothing was for certain. “I don’t know,” Briar answered in earnest. “Handling this here, now, means that as soon as we commit to touching or moving him elsewhere, there will be ripple effects.” Attempting to stimulate more enterprising ideas, Briar took a few slow strides along the length of the alley before pacing back to her original position, “We may not know who did it, only for sure it was neither of us — I know that, you know that — but there will be no way to deny both of us are definitely involved somehow if we are seen with or traced back to him.“

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The witch's eyes traveled around the alley for a bit before they landed back on the woman. A tired sigh escaped her lips with a hint of annoyance crawling its way on her features. The last thing she wanted, was to get involved with half dead human in the dark back alley of the city. And from the sight of the vampyre, she very well assumed Briar shared a mutual feeling. Both creatures were not heartless to let the man be left alone to his own faith, although any time Anne would argue the sentiment, at least in the case of vampyres. Briar talked logically, and for a second Anne was grateful that when she was unfortunate enough to appear in such situation it was with someone who actually thinks. “Agree, it's risky to move him. I doubt we will manage it without leaving a trace.” The witch continued to muse along with her, her gaze once again falling on the male on the ground. His chest heaving almost imperceptibly up and down. “We can just call ambulance. We found him, so what's the problem in that.” The question came out more of rhetorically as for the woman to find a mistake in her reasoning before completely committing to that idea. Yet another idea, popped in her mind - a one she did not want to voice as of yet - but the thought of trying to use her poor healing powers on the man as her own personal testing doll did go through her mind. However, the possibility of her actually helping him was in Anne's eyes rather low.

[anne-dubellay]

[SMS] Anne

Quinn: You know I hate using this thing, but are you okay?

Quinn: Tell me you're okay?

Anne: Well this must be really serious then. I'm fine, just a bit shaken up honestly, got face to face with two of them

Anne: Tell me you were more lucky than me..

Anne: Where are you rn?

[anne-dubellay]

antiquatedkey​:

//

“Oh, darling. Come now, that was rather speciesist, was it not? Haven’t you heard that we’re all one big happy family now? We have a council and everything.” Key reminded her, smile sharp but genuinely amused as he quite easily clocked the way her gaze carefully dissected his every movement. She was afraid, though not in the panicky pitiful way that most mortals became in the presence of something well recognized as an apex predator by their hind brain whether they consciously clocked it or not. No, this witch was steady. She was fearful in the intelligent way- like how one feared a car crash rolling towards them or stepping off a building into thin air.

“I’ve met plenty in my lifetime, love. Far more than even yourself. Wonder if I knew an ancestor or two of yours even.” Key said, loading the air with his immortality. It was something that often unnerved even those in the night world. Hell, even other vampyres found themselves in a bit of shock when meeting those of their kind that made it past a couple of centuries. While Freki had nothing on Remy, he had existed through many a war and era. He had seen kingdoms rise and fall along with their puny rulers. He had lost- 

“Come now, darling, not even a little nibble?” Key snarled suddenly, not overtaken by rage or thirst, but to his own mind that so often flipped itself on its head and landed him in a place that took even himself a moment to navigate out of. He rushed her, a scare tactic as he knew he would pull great joy out of watching her flinch if she did so, and stopped only just outside of her personal space. It was a game, he wanted to see if she’d retreat, hold strong, or lash out. No matter her reaction, she was in the game now as his erratic thoughts had deemed it so. When he stopped, his smile grew, his dark eyes daring her. “If I’m such a danger, dearest, what are you?” He wondered.

-

An eyebrow was raised in his direction. “Really now? Well, even in family we can stay out of each other's faces.” Her tone sharpened now with a very obvious hint that she had no intention in tolerating his bullshit mind games he tried to play. She was never really raised to hate vampyres like other witches she knew were. They felt the contempt to those creatures without even understanding it. Just with years she learned that those centuries alive haven't really had flourishing effect on their dead brains whatsoever. They got too used to be invincible. It was just a matter of time till someone reminds them otherwise.

“Doesn't mean you know us, still. We are stronger than you may think.” The underestimation wasn't surprising at all coming from a vamypre, even though one would think such foolish underrating on another supernatural being would get him into inevitable trouble.

The sudden whoosh of wind and wall of cold hitting her like a rock by his abrupt movement faster than a light brought such intensity that resulted in an instinctive jerk of her muscles, the breath hitching in her throat as a face with his devilish grin appeared just inches away from her. When the shock dispersed, a detesting glare was sent in his direction with a grit of her teeth. “What the hell is your problem?” She seethed through her teeth her both hands outstretching forward pushing him into his chest, however without any result as it was like trying to push a stone. Yet the action was more of a reflexive defense manner to put some distance between them. But if it wasn't for the fact that her wrist would break, her fist would be already flying up to his jaw. “I'm someone you should not fucking play with otherwise you gonna get hurt.”

[anne-dubellay]

infireandash​:

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First principle of a battle: Be prepared, always. Well fuck, failed step one, Mateo thought as she stared down at the literal jaws of death. She focused on the wolf in front of her as he leapt in synch with the other one. It was instinct that made her jump out of the way, her hands scraping against the wet pavement to catch herself while the beast crashed into the dumpster behind her. Her eyes locked on her friend, finding herself in a similar predicament and Mateo quickly averted her eyes to look for anything, anything, to help them that wouldn’t require Mateo igniting herself in completely uncontrolled flames. These same flames were raging under her skin, begging to be released, to help. There, near the dumpster, part of it had snapped off into a jagged metallic rod. She grabbed onto it, noted that her wolf was temporarily stunned from slamming into the dumpster and then turned back to the other wolf, one that seemed focused and intent in ripping her friend to pieces. 

“Hey,” she called loudly to get his attention. Once he turned, Matty stepped forward, filled with unbridled anger and the determination of her peewee baseball days. “Woof, motherfucker,” she seethed out as she swung hard at his head. It felt like hitting a punching bag, successful only in aggravating the wolf and having it focus on her. She gripped the rod, felt the way part of it dug into her palm, and took a couple steps back. The beast leapt at her and this time she trusted the rod upward, striking under the wolf’s chin and piercing through his fur and through his Central Nervous System. This sent both her and the wolf down onto the ground. It let out one dying exhale, covering her head in his blood as it collapsed beside her. Holy fuck, I’m alive. Quickly, she rushed to Anne and helped her up, being reminded of the other wolf only when it growled behind her. “Um… don’t suppose you got a plan, Anne?”

-

Anne was caught by surprise. She couldn't think, couldn't focus. Never had she been thrown into an unexpected battle for life like this even when she trained to be a front line, even after many years of being one. Obviously, she could not compare herself to a huge and unlawful beasts as the one they were facing that night. When she called for Matty she expected a ball of flame igniting the fur of the dog but instead from behind the said fur, stood on its toes at the back of the animal came to vision comparably smaller woman with a wooden rod above her head. The sight was unruly. Anne jumped on her feet the first opportunity she had and quickly helped her friend up and away from the now bloody animal lying on the ground and with his friend angered even more as fury latched from its devilish eyes. The pair now taking slow steps backwards as the other animal approached. Anne's heart raced. She needed to focus. She needed to calm down. “I might have one.” She breathed out quietly, aware that the animal's senses were far better than theirs and even through whisper they could hear. “You will just need to trust me and run when I tell you to.” She said quietly with a heavy breath that she soon began to get under control. There was no time to focus, to calm her breath and take a minute to really see what she wants the animal to see. There was only the thought of survival and maybe that was what was important. With an exhale she forced her thoughts upon the animal, felt into him and pushed her idea of reality into its brain. “Run!” When the clear confusion glistened behind the beast's eyes just then she abruptly pulled her friend and began to run away from the beast as other versions of Anne and Mateo - maybe ten of them - began to run in other directions away from them. At least that was what the animal saw. With some luck the wolf will run and try to chase the illusion rather than the two of them. At least until she focuses enough to keep up the illusion going. With her lungs being on fire from the sprint, not daring to look behind if her plan worked, she felt a warm thick liquid dropping from her nose. “We need to hide, I won't be able to keep this up.” Anne panted, almost stumbling on the way as her vision began to blur, not even knowing where she was running anymore.

[wylldfyres]

Location: Somewhere TBD

Who: @anne-dubellay​

Dorabella was unsure how exactly the two women had become friends, but she was grateful for the empyreal being. Anne was cold, had an edge to every word, but the other woman found solace in that. Anne would be honest with her, and in Dorabella’s life, she placed a high value on the truth. With the weather as tumultuous as it was and with people going missing and no straight answers, it was time to see about her acquaintance. The professor had a light class load today, so it gave her time to do some personal quests, with the only deadline being the reviewal of papers in the evening to confirm their grades. She’d gone shopping, stocked up on the necessities, and popped by a particular coffee shop to snatch up drinks thinking of the graphic designer. “Mon Cher,” Dorabella called out, holding something warm in her hands to drink, “Hope the weather hasn’t seen fit to ruin any of your plans. If it has I’ll issue a warning to the powers that be that I’m coming for them. Coffee?”

[anne-dubellay]

The witch turned around at the sound of a familiar voice and familiar language catching her attention, just to meet a face of her human friend with a doll-like face. She always liked to looked at her in any ordinary way a friend can look at other friend, just as she liked to listen to her voice that paid its respect to the profession of a professor.  “Bonjour ma belle, ça va bien?” She raven haired woman greeted her leaning in for the customary two kiss on both cheeks that she very soon to her liking lost tradition off right as she arrived to US. People here were just not as personal as back in France. “You mean the plans to lie at home and do nothing? No need for violence for that.” The woman chuckled lightly and gratefully took the coffee mug from the other's hand. The fact for her lack of activity and movement ( even more than usually ) was still her recovery from the attacks of the Rogue pack. The clear indicator was her broken wrist in casket that she had no way of covering like she hides her unbearable headaches with an artificial smile if not with proper dose of pills that would help the pain. “How come you're not stashed with papers to grade. Aren't there finals coming in soon?”

[anne-dubellay]

infireandash​:

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Matty shook her head. She didn’t fully discount the idea completely but it seemed unlikely. “I don’t think so… I usually get no energy off Vampyres, because you know, the whole dead thing but this was… worse than no energy?” With her hand tightly grabbing onto Anne’s, she let herself get pulled in the direction of what she assumed was a safe place. Her mind ran a hundred miles a minute, sifting through years of research into the supernatural lore and myths. Anne’s abrupt stop broke her train of thought and she collided into the girl with an Oof. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness that they had somehow found themselves in again and the hair on the back of her neck rose. Inside of her, that same feeling from before was trying to smother her inferno, but the presence of something dangerous made her body revolt against it and Mateo felt the heat build in her stomach. “What, where?” she asked, glancing ahead of them and then over her shoulder. 

The putrid smell of wet dogs filled her nostril and Mateo scrunched her nose up in disgust before her eyes squinted on something in the darkness. There was rumbling, low and stuck in the back of  a throat and it confirmed that this was in fact not a Vampyre. The realization that they were surrounded was a little late, and she barely had time to say “watch out!” as she pulled Anne and herself out of the way of leaping wolf, sending them both colliding into a nearby dumpster. The two beasts, which had been on opposing side of them previously, now stood directly in front of them, jaws snapping and growling, as Mateo pulled herself and Anne back up. “Fuck me,” she breathed out, rooted in place to avoid sudden movements.

-

It was too late when the realization hit both Anne and Mateo. She should've known, should have felt it and avoid this situation. The glaring eyes glistening in the distance blinked and another paired joined them. But it was too late at the time when the wet air carried a sound of low growl with a specific scent hat made Anne's heart drop down to her stomach. She let out a hitched gasp as Mateo's body literally slammed into hers, resulting in both of them colliding with the ground and a heavy metal of a trash can, which noise resonated in the air. A pain from the impact erupted in Anne's shoulder but it was nothing unbearable. “Fuck.” She exhaled once back on her feet, directly facing a huge animal standing tall in front of them with its teeth bearing bright and growls so close their stinky breath could be felt on her skin. She almost did not breath as she froze in her spot. They won't be able to fight this out in the slightest, nor run away without using their powers. She offered the other witch a side glance, hoping she understood the situation just as much. Her eyes returned to the beast in front of her, desperately trying to find its devilish eyes to focus on and compel it into leaving both of them alone, but the second she attempted for an eye-contact the animal lunged forward with its salivated mouth open, sending both of them falling on the ground once again in a barely avoided death sentence. “Stupid witch, trying to use her powers on me like I wouldn't notice.” The thoughts were so loud and clear like with no other human or supernatural being. Not often she could hear the thoughts of others so the sudden strange voice shocked her even more than the presence of the two beasts. The wolf was preying, approaching with its huge paws almost tauntingly slowly coming closer as the woman tried to slide away. “Mateo!” She called out helplessly for the other witch as a cue it would be the best time to use her magic.

[anne-dubellay]

antiquatedkey​:

//

“Scare you, love? Why, I would never.” Key said, putting up his best affronted act as he pushed off the warm wall of the workshop and took slow steps towards her. “I’m simply reminding you of the dangers that Seattle can hold when one is alone. One can never be too careful these days. This city is becoming a bit of a cesspool for the dark and devious, wouldn’t you say?” He asked, taunt held plain in his words and crooked smile. “As for myself, well, I will join you in that column of those who are not easily scared.” Key told her, stopping just out of arms reach, dark eyes giving her a once over before finding and fixating upon her gaze. “Tell me, what’s got you feeling the same? Haven’t met a witch that far too self-righteous to lump themselves in with the things that go bump in the night, I must say.”

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The blue eyes followed warily the sudden movement of the vampyre too lawless and rampageous for her to watch his step more attentively than any other of his kind. Yet even if he tauntingly approached, she held her ground motionlessly meeting his gaze. “The only danger I see is you and your people. So I very much agree. You might start to think about relocating.” She mirrored the smile from his expression effortlessly. And as she closely watched him, she realized she would not hesitate to use the best of her powers on this one even if she very well avoided such foolishness on another supernatural beings. It was too risky to play with just for her own entertainment if not to defend herself and definitely incomparable from oblivious humans. But this one - no, she would even enjoy it in this case. “Maybe you haven't met much witches then.” She gave him an uninterested shrug. “I know you don't really sleep, still it's a bit weird preying on random by-comers like this. Hope you weren't expecting a late night snack of any kind.” At this point she was just trying to rile him up for a reaction that she herself didn't know what kind she could expect.

[anne-dubellay]

deadcfnight​:

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     Under conditions less dire and haphazardly open-ended, Briar would not have wasted a second thought before fleeing the scene in order to avoid fielding the stranger’s grossly misguided notions. Alas, adhering to a strictly outlined code of conduct necessitated she remain planted between the musty alleyway’s towering claustrophobic walls. At the initial address, not bothering to devote any effort towards concealing an impatiently huffed sigh, Briar shifted her weight onto her heels and folded her arms across her chest. “That’s a no, then, I gather…?” Suspending the rhetorical affirmation just a beat, she shook her head in dismissal of the question she had been countered with, “Relax, save your breath.” The anger rippling off of the other woman had immediately irked Briar’s pride, momentarily driving her to disregard the bigger picture in favour of tending to the minutiae which stung her ego. “If I wanted him dead, he would be; and there would be no body to be found for miles. Besides —” pausing for emphasis, she nodded her chin towards the injured conundrum in question, “—bearded men aren’t my type.” Chased by the hint of smirk, whatever indulgent reward she gained from her dark humour-laced commentary lasted seconds before she shed all traces of the sardonic manner in favour of a more calculated front. Despite not having been present for the main violent event, there was an undeniable savagery to the impression left behind. The unconscious man had not been displayed out in the open, paraded for the public to witness like a trophy kill. Nor did he look particularly desirable, lacking the rich fixings that might of made him a target whilst bearing zero resemblance to anyone famous — all in all, truly just an average civilian. There was nothing significant about him that inspired Briar to go on a brutal rampage. Who would? Wrinkling the bridge of her nose in disapproval, she dared to offer her two cents on the sensitive matter at hand, “This… mess is utterly immature. Such grotesque flair for dramatics just flags the marker of an attention seeker, or seekers.” Hopeful that even an ounce of reason could be sensed in the truth wielded through her objective and impassive observance, Briar’s intent gaze flickered back to her unplanned companion, “Wouldn’t you agree?”

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The woman narrowed her eyes at the vampyre in front of her, letting her eyes properly observe her as she took in her appearance suspiciously. She couldn't blame her, what a coincidence a vampyre is what she finds by a fatally harmed human. There was an obvious reason for her suspicion but it soon slowly dispersed with Briar's words. She definitely wasn't used to finding a creature like them doing such a bad work like this. “Yeah right.” She dismissed the attempt of a joke of the woman and raised her eyebrow at her chidingly. Her head and attention now turned fully to the man on the ground. She took a wary step closer just to squat down to him. With outstretched hand she approached and with fingers clothed in leather gloves gently pressed under his chin she lightly lifted the human's head upwards. His face came into the view of a dimmed lights. “Unconscious.” She stated as a matter of fact a little disappointed as she was ready to get some questions out of him. She retired her hand back to her body, leaving the head limply fall down and scanned the rest of his body, seeing blood stained clothes on his abdomen. The instant her eyes fell on the sight, her nostrils were filled with a metal scent that made her nose crunch a bit in distaste. “Well, this definitely can't be you. This job is sloppy.” She commented with a sigh and turned her head to Briar, with a look that was supposed to suffice as something as an apology. “Would choose a better street for more attention, though.” With an exasperated sigh leaving her mouth she stood up back on her feet and turned to Briar. “It could've been another human. The question is, if we want to let it for humans to deal with.”

[anne-dubellay]

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“Jesus,” Mateo breathed out, still fighting to regain her breath and some semblance of herself. It was relieving to her that the person that had quite literally rescued her was Anne. Never in her whole life had she been so happy to see another witch. She swallowed and looked back towards where they had both just come from. “That felt much too… supernatural, to be anything but.” An suddenly Matty wish she had heeded her mother’s vague advice a few days ago that something terrible was coming. Cryptic bitch. Another strong gust of wind blew through and Mateo looked back at Anne. “We need to get out of here,” she started, looking around as to where here was exactly, “know of any witch friendly places around here? That might be the safest, whatever it was back there, I don’t think it’ll be very friendly towards witches”. With that train of thought, Matty couldn’t help but shake her head, fixated on the energy that had been present in that street. “Did you… Did you get anything from it? I’ve never felt an energy so jaded. It was almost like it was taking it instead of creating.”

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Anne parted her lips as to allow more air circulate through her lungs and calm her heavy breath. But the feeling was not leaving. Just like the air flew around and was sometimes prominent in their presence, the sensation of danger close to them was imminent. “You think vampyres are pulling a trick on us?” She asked, not really believing that those creatures could pull a stunt like that, and if they did, Anne would make sure they wished they did not dare to play with witches. Another heavy wind hit them like an airy wall, making the hair on the back of her neck stand up while her eyes traveled around them to get a sense of what it may be. “Yeah, let's go. The dumbest thing we can do is stand here and talk about it. I can feel it's not over yet.” She said, her voice taking a bold tone with her eyes falling back on the witch in front of her. She grabbed the females hand once again, to feel the connected strength between them and with long quick strides began to distance herself from the alley they came from. “I can't seem to compare it to anything I've ever felt before. It felt..cold and solitary.” She talked almost gasping as she tried to keep her pace, her every sense attentive to their surroundings. The street in front of them opened into a space of dark forest at the end of the road. The edge of the city, by day lovely and full of life, while by night and most specifically this night it felt like a dangerous black hole. They just needed to get a bit closer to get to the alley that would take them to the main street. With ears sharp and eyes set in front of her, Anne abruptly halted in her step, resulting in a soft collision of Mateo's body to hers at the sudden stop of her movement, but she paid no attention to that as her eyes searched something in the forest shadows. “I could swear I saw a pair of-” eyes?