She had to admit, not hiding her horns all the time was rather freeing. Not that she minded doing it. Truthfully, it helped her get what she wanted. Everyone thought one thing but she was really another. Though she did get a few looks as she walked around the party. She had ended up in the gluttony room, some fruity drink in her hand. She felt eyes on her and turned to look at the other person. Their eyes were on the horns and she couldn’t help but smile. “They’re real,” she said before taking a sip of her drink. “If you’re nice enough, I’ll let you touch them.”
It was easy to find your way to the Gluttony room, even without her enhanced sense of smell Ani could track it down with no trouble. This party was a godsend if you asked her. The kind that she was more than happy to attend, even if being a server was a little demeaning. She still found it easy to serve herself to any food she felt like tasting. Since no one seemed to pay too close attention, she’d put her tray down and was allowing herself a drink, surveying the people around her. Her gaze came to a stop when noticing actual horns on a pretty blonde. Before she could ask if they were the real deal, the female answered for her. “They’re gorgeous.” she said honestly, stepping closer. “Nice enough huh? And what would that entail, if I might ask?” a wicked gleam entered her blue hues.
Evie always got a thrill at feeling endless pairs of eyes on her. She liked being desired. Craved. Her long red hair flowed down her back, clad in nothing more than sheer, floral-printed lingerie as she walked the floor and made her rounds around Voyeur, heading towards no one in particular until she caught a pair of eyes and she smirked as she walked over, settling in the seat beside them.
“Do you like what you see?” She asked, a sweet smile on her lips, her fingertip trailing along the stranger’s jaw as she eyes flashed a violet purple for a moment, just to tease.
Ani didn’t really know why she had been coming here lately. Perhaps it was nice to escape the cells, even if you risked being cornered by some greedy fuck who couldn’t help him or herself. The women were less grabby and demanding though, so she didn’t mind them as much as some of the males. A few of them reminded her of a couple of boyfriends she’d had before she and her father went their separate way. The kind he’d called ‘good for nothing scum’. Bad men who only cared about themselves and their own gratification. She did think he had been right though, she had simply been too young to truly listen back then.
Her eyes followed a redhead, wearing next to nothing as she walked about. She was hard to ignore and impossible to overlook. When she came to sit beside Ani, the werecat watched her with a tad more curiosity, a small smirk beginning to form in the corner of her mouth as she was touched. “I guess I do. You’re a hard one to miss.” she replied honestly.
“Hey…wait up!” The hound was quick to pick up the watch that fell to the mud, wiping it on his shirt before attempting to hand it back to the other. In all honesty he wasn’t even sure if it was theirs, but it was his best guess. “I think you may have dropped this?” The hound tried, fiddling with it now to make sure it was clean enough. “It fell off to the side, I just happened to see it.” @firebrandstarters
Someone called out, and she turned to face them, a puzzled expression on her face. The male held out a watch to her, as if it was hers.. Ani briefly considered telling the truth. That it wasn’t hers and someone else must have dropped it and walked in a different direction. But by the look of the clock it was fairly new, and shiny. Which meant it was worth a pretty penny. “Thanks. I guess I should have out it on more tightly.” she commented with a small shrug and a soft smile. “its kind of you to return it. Can I buy you a drink for your trouble?”
Theodora had been in a foul mood as of late, it wasn’t something that she would admit to, especially since she was a demon that couldn’t understand most feelings. The red head threw off the near mummified body of her latest victim and licked her lips, yet she still felt unsatisfied. Feeding was always better with some form of adoration and submission to her whim. “Entertain me…” she then said outloud, casting her purple hues to the other who was unfortunately close to her. “I deserve to be entertained.” she added as she stepped over the shriveled corpse.
Ani had been moving about Voyeur, certain that she would run into someone who might be worth her time. Most weren’t, and those she had to degrade herself with were the ones she wanted to kill the most, but it was survival of, well not the fittest.. the most adaptable. You either found away to play along, or you chose to suffer. And while she wasn’t afraid of pain, she usually opted for the latter. Why fight when you could talk your way out? Her eyes fell on the dead body on the ground, rising warily to take in the redheaded mistress. The one everyone seemed to answer to. Ani had seen her around, but never had the pleasure of encountering her in person. “What is it that you wish Misstress? How may I serve you best?” she asked, slowly stepping closer, finding herself curious.
ANI is a 60 year old PANSEXUAL, FEMALE, SHE/HER, here in Firebrand City. People say they look a lot like LILI REINHART. They are LOYAL & VIVACIOUS but can be FEROCIOUS & VICIOUS. They are a WERECAT TRAITOR in Firebrand and they work as a BARTENDER AT OBSIDIAN BUTTERFLY NIGHTCLUB. (SIRIUS, 29 YEARS, SHE/HER, GMT+1)
biography ;
Ani’s mother died giving birth to her so she was raised by her father. Which for werecats was unusual, but since her parents had been together for quite sometime before realizing they were expecting, her father did not think twice about assuming responsibility for his daughter
He was not the most loving parent, raising her much as she assumed he would have a son, with wisdoms of life and strict rules, yet little affection. And didn’t much mind, though she had moments in her life where she sorely missed a female figure in her life.
humans were to be either avoided or fooled, whichever you found the most likely to accomplish. And heeded this quickly and without much question. all that was needed was one retelling of how her grandfather had been slaughtered for his fur by human hunters for her to validate her fathers words.
since they lived a nomadic lifestyle, moving from one place to the next when the money rand dry, Ani learned to pickpocket, steal, lie and charm men to get what she wanted or needed at a young age. A modern day con artist who was who she needed to be to get roof over her head and food in her belly. some of the bigger cons were desirable though, as they’d be able to live for months if the sum of money was high enough.
her father also taught her to fight, in her lion form and out of it. so she has always been able to hold her own and if she and her father got into a pickle, neither of them were hesitant to punch first and ask questions later.
when Ani was sixteen, her father told her she was old enough to strike out on her own but if she wished to stay with him until she was ready, she could. seeing that he was getting tired and weary, she chose to stick by his side until she noticed he was craving space, finding it challenging to watch his little girl divulge in less innocent acts with men and women alike.
traveling the world, Ani dabbled in this and that to figure out who she was and who she wanted to be. trying her hand at dancing for money, despite having no formal training she loved it. though dancing often came with having to sell your body as well, which wasn’t always as fun. but if anything it gave her the room to experiment and figure out what she liked or disliked.
Las Vegas became Ani’s favorite city on the continent before the war. she loved to dance, get some stupid humans attention and then have the choice whether to indulge their desires or push them to indulge in her own. she never much cared for money beyond getting by, but she always searched for the next party or debauchery to join.
Then came the war, wrecking most of her fun but she was not one to oppose her own kind. Or so she thought. Running into a group of young adults on the run, she took pity on them. Why should the younger generation pay for the sins of the older one? So she helped them escape to safety. At the time it was a one time deal, but then more came to her, desperate for freedom and sanctuary. And so Ani found herself in the business of aiding, hiding and smuggling humans out of Las Vegas.
Naturally, she was caught and branded a traitor in the end, doomed to live the same life she had spared so many young human souls from. And while she didn’t quite think she deserved it, she did what she had done most of her life when put with her back up against the wall. she made the most of it.
Now she’s been in Firebrand for about five years and she’s oddly content with her situation. at night she bartends, allowed to be where the party happens, and during the day she either sleeps, jogs to keep in shape or aims to get the attention of a master or mistress to have some fun.
facts ;
ani’s cat form is a large, almost white female lion
she used to smoke and often asks those she sees smoking to bum a cigarette
she misses having her own clothing and make up, being the one to dress in fishnets, short skirts and crop tops with bold red lipstick
she’s wide open for past connections and the likes so feel free to poke me if you’re interested!
It had taken her more than a moment to knock on the door, as Talia was a tad nervous about the night ahead of her. It was only her second time being rented and the first time it being one on one as it was about to be. Not wanting to be punished and wanting more time away from her cell, she made herself knock.
“Vodka please,” she answered with a bit of a smile. The Russian entered the room, following the gesture to enter the woman’s home. The moment that the door had opened, she had recognized the woman from the Pit. The woman was often in the audience during her fights.
Ani liked to spice things up every once in a while. Pick a slave that had shown strength, endurance or anything big or small that made them just a little bit interesting. Take them out of their environment and put them in her own, to then see what they were made of. And of course if they were any fun.
“Coming right up. Make yourself comfortable.” Ani said, gesturing to her couch as she stepped into the kitchen, still able to see the cute girl with the open floor plan of her apartment. Mixing drinks for them both, she returned with two glasses, setting the one with chilled vodka in front of the blonde. “I’m Ani. You’re Talia, right? Your fights are more than a little entertaining to watch.”
Caspar chuckled “That they are, though I’ll never be sure just why the almighty insisted on choosing them over his own angels. It never quite made sense to me” He hummed, lighting up a cigar. The idea of a demon dying was not one that Caspar could face in many ways, simply as it reminded him that such a fate could fall upon him if he wasn’t careful. “It’s a funny idea, that we could be vanquished, the idea of becoming nothing more than Hellfire” He hummed, shaking his head at the very thought. “And then you were brought here? Or were you caught for trying to get revenge? That’s typically how the stories go”
Ani couldn’t help but shrug. “I’m equally turned around on the matter, though I don’t think wondering about the almighty’s choices is worth spending too much time on.” She ventured, though with a small shrug. As far as Ani was concerned, the almighty was of little to no consequence. Though she found his fallen angels interesting to a certain degree if only to make them debase themselves. “Funny?” she asked the demon, uncertain how he could see that demons and truly, hell creatures all, could be killed off could be a remotely positive thing. Although he was shaking his head. “No, I made my way here after my mistress died. I liked earth too much to go back down under. I might be masterless but thats better than being collared.”
Juliet would normally try to stay away from hounds, but now, why not? At least she would get what she wanted first. Juliet called the bartender and ordered a glass of wine for herself, taking a sip as soon as the guy handed the drink to her, it tasted so good that she wanted to drink the entire thing down, but she stopped herself, knowing to appreciate the drink not exactly sure when she would get another one. At the finger down her arm Juliet turned her attention back to the woman. “Yes, this is my first day, actually.” She admitted. “What you think about me on the stage?” She asked curious about the other answer.
Ani couldn’t help herself most days. She had an affinity for pretty women, and any collared slave was often too easy a target for her to pass up if they fell into her path. Sipping her drink, she studied the brunette, curious to learn more about her. She seemed to enjoy the wine she had ordered, prompting Ani’s next words. “Order a whole bottle if you like.” she offered, tilting her head as their eyes met, smiling silkily at the other girl. Ani nodded, getting the reply she had expected only made her ego grow a little bit. “Then congratulations on your first night.” she said with an approving nod to her. “I thought you were magnetic on stage. Downright edible. Did you have fun?” Her fingers went to play with the ends of her long, brown locks.
Juliet was working at the Voyeur as a dancer, not exactly the job she was used to, but it was still better than being a waitress, she had an excuse to brush her hair, wear something that could be considered nice, heels, she almost didn’t felt like a traitor during work, besides Juliet always liked the spotlight, and having people watch her while she danced was the closer thing she could get from that. When her song was over, Juliet made her way to the bar. “Would you like to buy me a drink?” she asked the person next to her
Like many nights before, and probably many nights ahead, Ani was perched at a stool at the bar, watching the Voyeur dancers do their job, most to near perfection. There was a new girl on stage, a brunette with long straight hair and a rather clean face. The hound watched her curiously, often finding herself testing the new girls out simply because she could. It was half the fun of hanging out here, when she didn’t have an appointment with Theodora or found herself needing to see Evie. As the girl came over of her own accord, the hound smiled a bit pleased that she didn’t have to make a small hunt of it. Which wasn’t something she objected to, but it was easier when the prey came willingly. “Of course pretty, order whatever you like.” she offered, giving the other a seductive smile, eyes clearly running up and down her frame. Leaning in closer, Ani ran her fingers down the others arm. “Tell me, are you new?”
The man nodded and yet he could feel himself attaching to the little blonde in the sense that he wanted to know more about what he had to say, she at least sounded like she had some experience under her belt. “Humans will always be the most ridiculous creation of the almighty, truly just monkeys with anxiety” He hummed. The demon raised an eyebrow, it wasn’t often that he heard of demons dying since they were typically so agile. “If the odds were in her favor, she likely recuperated in Hell from the flames, I never really understood if death was an option for demon kind?” He offered.
Ani didn’t often speak of the past, or look to it for something to be remembered. She wasn’t the overly sentimental type, though she did have moments of course that she was fond of. Moments that had shaped her more than others. But she most liked to look to the present and the future, to think of what might be and what was. “Yes, monkeys with tiny little brains. But they are great for a laugh or a show. Puppets to play with.” she smiled wickedly at that. It seemed to surprise him, the mention of a demon dying. It wasn’t often they were entirely killed off, but it did happen. No one was invincible. “She wasn’t.. I did check, though only to make sure she wasn’t there. Oh it is, if we’re weakened enough and the right tools are used to vanquish.” she replied with a frown, not at all happy about the fact that it was possible to kill a demon off.
The knock at her door made Ani grin as she got to her feet, quick to pull the door open. Her eyes fell over the pretty girl standing there, with shapes in all the right places, yet as her trips to the fighting pits had told the hound, this one was fierce and a winner. It was the reason she had finally decided to ask to see her in private, so very curious to figure out what this girl could be persuaded to do one on one. “Please sweetie, come on in. And do make yourself comfortable. Would you like anything to drink?” she asked, cocking her head to the side and gesturing for the other to come in and enter her living room. At least they would start there.
Perfection to be discovered and developed. The hound was young, and ready to serve and learn, something that definitely tickled Dazganor’s interest in quite a few ways. He smiled as she shifted back to her human form, honestly a good sight to him as well, but it made a hint of his possessiveness shine through, not being keen on sharing the view. Daz let his long coat slide from his shoulders and placed it around hers as a gesture to keep warm, but mostly so others wouldn’t gawk at what was for now his to see. “You sure do, can’t say it happens often that I’m impressed. You’re welcome, I’m sure there will be more opportunities if you’re interested.” He said in a casual tone, though if this was how she liked to serve, then those opportunities would occur often. “I know you just had.. lunch, but you’re dining with me tonight. Let’s go.” It was a simple command as he usually never asked much questions anyway, plus he definitely liked the idea of having some company tonight. “This way.” He said as he offered his arm for her to take and head to his home.
Ani didn’t find him that hard to read, which she liked. Many demons spent a great deal of time masking their emotions and thoughts, even to a hound. When she happened upon one who didn’t, at least not to a lengthy degree, she felt like they were easier to trust. And in her mind that meant easier to serve. The smile was a welcome sight, though she’d never had much trouble knowing her own looks were pleasing and beautiful, to all species. Accepting his cloak, he tugged it shut over her chest, not minding the cover from the cold, or the idea that he might want to keep the view for himself. “I’ll take it as a great compliment then that I was able to impress you. And I’m definitely interested master.” she replied in a calm manner. At the simple command, she could not help but grin. “With pleasure.” she responded softly with a nod. Taking his arm, she fell into step with him, curious to see this home of his.
Caspar nodded as the girl continued to give the hard sell, but he’d allow it- especially since he was so unbearably choosy when it came to hounds he spent his time with. “Sounds like a whale of a time in my opinion?” He offered, giving a chuckle at the thought of some idiot being torn for all and sunder just because he’d craved power that he in turn wouldn’t have been able to handle. “I love the irony with deals, there’s always a catch that they just never see coming” He mused as he walked alongside the pup. “You would have thought of thousands of years that humans and creatures alike would realize that a deal with a demon is a deal that will always screw them. It just makes the game all that more amusing for me. “And what happened to your previous Master?”
Ani couldn’t entirely control the longing in her voice as she recounted her time with her old mistress. She hadn’t been able to serve anyone exclusively since she died in the war. Master and mistress less since. “Yes it was, a damn good time.” she confirmed with a small smirk. Humans were so gullible, asking for the moon and thinking they could get more than halfway there without there being consequences. Fatal ones. “Somehow they think they’ll get away from the repercussions. Pathetic but amusing.” she agreed, studying his profile for a bit before focusing on where they might be going. “They aren’t the cleverest of beings, to their detriment. It is fun tricking them though. They seem to forget we’re of hell, not heaven.” Ani chuckled a bit. At the subject of her lost mistress, Ani’s humorous expression faded. “She died in the war.”
The demon began to walk, expecting the dog to fall into step with him. “I wouldn’t be too bold and promise all that much at once, pup” He stated as he lit himself a cigar, gesturing for the direction that they were heading. “Now tell me, whats your best hunt and completed contract?” He wondered, unsure if the girl had actually been owned before. That was never his business to ask.
Falling into step with the demon, though about a half step behind, to indicate the difference in rank, Ani felt excited. As a masterless hound she could spend months on end without any demon taking her to serve any real purpose. Sure it pleased her and fulfilled her to a degree, following simple orders and biddings, but nothing compared to how she felt when she was able to come on a true hunt. “Its not boldness if its true master Caspar. I might be a bit young but I have trained both under masters and mistresses alike, long after leaving hell.” she said, speaking calmly. His question had her brows knit together in deeper thought. “My old mistress was fond of the cold. Russia to be exact. It was long ago when the humans were less spiteful against magic and other species. A wealthy noble lord sold his soul to my mistress for powers of his own. He didn’t realize just how many hunts we were granted because of his contract. Stupid human raised people from the dead, dirty business that created more business for us. And when the time was up and we came for him, he made it very difficult. It was one of the longest hunts I’ve been on. Finally dragging his screaming body to my mistress for her to take his soul was.. truly satisfying.”
The hound was a young one, which could be tricky as they could disobey with ease and hadn’t had that much training yet usually. However, she seemed to know well how to obey, or so he had noticed at the Casino anyway. She had an eagerness that was rare to see, a pure need to please no matter what order was given, so Dazganor was curious to see how she would take his command and execute it. “Of course, so this one is yours. Enjoy.” He mused as she said he wouldn’t be disappointed. There was a lot to be seen as she started, how a Hound attacked and took that order, said a lot about her creativity and that’s what he seeked. It wasn’t just about obedience, about him giving orders and them just doing what was told, it was what they did with his orders that counted and he sure did like being entertained. A smile crawled onto his lips, a rarity to say the least, as he watched the show unfold. She seemed to have a liking for drawing out screams, something he enjoyed as well. Like a new chewy, the human was used for the Hound’s needs, and in this case for his own pleasure as he enjoyed the show. “Good girl.” He mused as the human was deposited at his feet, or what was left of them, watching hershift back while he called upon hell’s flames to consume the human and its soul now. Nothing more than a burned spot in the grass remained. “You intrigue me, darling.” He mused as he slowly rounded the girl. “Well done, quite the show, did it satisfy you?” He knew she had needed it after all.
There was nothing as satisfying, as doing what you had been designed, created and molded into doing. Ani knew too well how vital it was for her to be able to unfold and use her powers for the purpose she had been made for. It was vital for any hound if they were to feel a sense of belonging, of being whole and complete. She had underestimated just how much she’d missed it though. It had been months since last a demon had utilized her for her skills, and she had been able to feel that when she tore at the humans flesh. The wild need to maim, to destroy. God how she loved it. And how much she had missed it. Rocking back and fourth on her now human feet, Ani all but beamed at Dazganor when he uttered those two little words. The words she always sought. Her body was naked now, her clothes from before having been torn to shreds when she shifted. Still she held herself with ease, watching curiously as the flames of hell rose to take the human soul where it belong, and cast the body aside. “I do huh?” she half asked, half teased, a wry smile on her lips. “Why thank you master. I do like putting on a show. Yes, it was absolutely spectacular. Its been a while since I was last able to execute my true purpose.” She was musing a bit, but also sharing. “Thank you for the opportunity.” She was always grateful, any less would be rude.
Caspar couldn’t help but smirk at how easy it was to lead the girl into a needy apology for something that had been out of her hands in reality. It was always fun to mess with the pups- he simply couldn’t help himself. It was just who he was. “Oh you’re fun” He snickered and then clasped his gloved hands together with a loud clap. “Then shall we? Because I have a rather incessant lying bitch who has had plenty of time to sort out her bullshit and since she has not done so, it’s time for us to collect, hm?”
Ani couldn’t entirely tell how sincere he was, yet her experience with demons was to have no expectations to be treated fairly. Hell wasn’t fair, or kind or caring, if it was then no one would think of it as what it was. A place meant to make you feel pain you couldn’t imagine. However she trusted that no demon would abuse her for her powers. Pent up joy sparkled in the blondes eyes at the thought of following up contracts. The terror she was allowed to cause was at time rare. “I am master. You won’t be disappointed.” she flicked some of her long locks over her shoulder. “Yes we shall. Sounds like her time is up. For sure.”
