"Wild" Wolf

Lorelai Everleigh - 23 Wolf - Escort- This an RP blog for CovaireCityRP

[lorelaixeverleigh]

magisterleonedupont​:

Normally Leone would hold no interest in non-professional banter with younger people, but they couldn’t hold back a smile. Leone relaxed a bit, signing to the young woman.

‘So how have you been? Enjoying that tome I left you, I hope?’

Lorelai offered the woman a smile, setting the book she picked up back on it’s shelf. She only knew crude sigh language gestures, thanks to Mak, but it was enough to get her by. “I’m doing well, thank you.” The young wolf nodded. “I am, yes. I haven’t seen one like it since I last saw my old coven.”

[lorelaixeverleigh]

israelskelton​:

Israel had been in a preoccupied state since the ghastly encounter. He had tried to block out most of it. Yet, it lingered and maliciously teased him. Try as he might to push the disrupting images and thoughts away - he just couldn’t. His brain was hyper-fixated on it, fingers moving over his scarred abdomen as dinner progressed at a snail’s pace. At the she-wolf’s reassurance, he reluctantly nodded. Her comfort did little to cull the anxiety he felt as he pulled the shirt from Lorelai’s body as commanded. Ignoring the client’s presence, he let her voice become a muted lull in the back of his head. Instead, he focused on Lorelai. The way her skin dotted with goosebumps, the sound of her breathing, the way she smelt…

With her consent, Israel moved closer. Holding her gently against him, he let his breath tickle her skin. His nose and lips gently trace over her flesh delicately, the scent of her arousal stirring the wolf in him. He could feel it pulling under his skin, his body acting more on instinct now as he lapped along the hills and valley of her chest. At the client’s question, he growled in response, partially because he was busy. And well, she was annoying him. Feeling the bra come free, he smiled slightly, moving his mouth to tease her now perky nipples. For a moment, he caught Lorelai’s gaze, pupils blown wide with wanton need as everything became background noise. Feeling the client come up behind him, the hairs on the back of his neck pricked up. Pulling away from her chest as the cold hand touched his chest, he visibly shivered at the touch as he stared down Lorelai like the hungry beast he was. His gaze snapped to the client at the question, searching for guidance, waiting, and watching.

The client chuckled and set the can down beside the two. “It’s there if you want it.” Her voice was almost sing-song. Lorelai’s eyes fluttered closed, letting herself focus on the feel of Is against her body, of his hungry yet sensual touches. The warm tongue along her skin thrilled her, not realizing her legs parted as she pressed more into him. “Touch her, Israel.” The clients voice was firm, but no longer right behind them. Lorelai’s dark green eyes met his. “Do you want to touch me?” Lorelai asked in a low voice, giving him the okay she knew he’d seek out. She licked her lips, gathering the lower one between her teeth as her wolf looked up hungrily at him. “Lorelai, hop up on the counter and let Israel take your pants off.” Nodding her head, Lorelai let her fingers gently graze over his skin, before she stepped back, hands reaching behind her so she could sit on the counter. 

“Israel. Take her pants off and touch her. I know you want to.” The client was sitting back in her chair, her own fingers running along the inside of her thigh. Lorelai placed her hands gently on his shoulders, pulling him closer. She at this point, was no longer listening to the woman. She was focused on Israel, her looks and gestures directed to him, showing him she wanted him to go on if he wanted to. 

[lorelaixeverleigh]

magisterleonedupont​:

The Interesting Youngster

@lorelaixeverleigh​

Leone was busy supervising Nore with reorganizing a section of the library that clearly needed some rework against whoever had been overseeing the operations of the Crimson Library. Partly to make sure the girl (that was the best way to describe her mental state anyway) could even follow a task for more than ten minutes, and partly because Leone was tired of the outdated system they’d used to organize the various titles. At least the Elysian was a hard worker if she could keep some semblance of focus….

But a familiar face broke the growing, but well hidden, frustration. A young ginger-headed wolf. Leone left a note with Nore on how to use the label maker and that they’d be back in a few minutes to greet the only youngster in the city they would spare time for outside of the necessary given her shared interest in the arcane. 

Originally posted by jodiewhittakerr

“Ey! Orlai, aigh?”

Lorelai was interested in learning new things, one of which was cooking. She had plenty of spice and herbs at her disposal now, both through foraging and purchasing. But she was curious to learn new recipes to incorporate them in besides the ones she’s grown up with. One of the residents at Le Bordel advised her to check out some cookbooks from the library. When someone approached and called out to her, Lorelai tore her gaze away from the shelf she was eyeing, offering a smile to the familiar face. “Leone, hello!”

[lorelaixeverleigh]

israelskelton​:

Small talk was never his forte. Looking down at his plate, he smeared sauce across the ivory-colored surface, cutting the noodles into little bits. Occasionally he would spoon some of it into his mouth, chew half-heartedly, then lift his gaze to the two women before him. His mind obviously on other things. He couldn’t shake what had happened before when he was in the hospital. The blood painting the pristine, bleached tile… the bloody pump– choking on the water he knocked back. He muttered something about it going down the wrong pipe. Admittedly, he didn’t know Lorelai. He had encountered her a few times. From what he could recall, she was kind. But Israel could call a lot of the escorts that. He didn’t mind them; no, he assumed it was the other way around. Was it an insult to have to lay with a prisoner? He found himself wondering this. His mind was starting to overanalyze and overthink his question. When finally addressed by the client, he stirred to life like a jerky animatronic. Trying not to dwell in his thoughts, the prisoner caught Lorelai’s soft words, his cheeks flushing before he glanced away.

Is felt a sense of dread hit him as he stared hard at the stain. It felt as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water on him. His brain stuttering to fully comprehend what had happened. At the escort’s reassurance, he nodded mutely in reply. His gaze transfixed on the stain and Lorelai’s sauce-covered tresses. Watching the red smear across her skin, he shivered; it vaguely reminded him of blood… The blood of– He grabs Lorelai gently and leads her to the sink, suddenly self-conscious of his vice-like grip. “Put I ruined your schirt. Arh ! I schouldn’t pe zo clumzy…” He replied, not picking up on her reassurance. Israel focused his mind on the scent of her flowery perfume mixing with the tomato sauce. Trying his best to remove her shirt without getting her tangled, he noticed the sauce and her bra. “Blue…” He whispered, puppy dog eyes snapping to the client. Holding the shirt loosely, he swallowed at her demand. He could feel his face burning. Looking down at Lorelai, he looked back to the client, then to Lorelai. The wheels were turning behind his eyes. Gently lowering his head, he sniffed against her pulse, licking it gently before moving his head lower. Closing his eyes Is tasted the salt on her skin mixing with the salt. His tongue lapping gently to lap along with her breasts, eyes opening for a moment as he caught the soft blue. As he licked, he moved his hands patiently to her bra, unfastening it blindly as he leaned into her. Golden eyes pausing to look up at her, gauging her reaction, looking for approval. Was she… enjoying this? He could smell arousal, but he wasn’t sure if it was Lorelai or the client. Or both?

Lorelai had been able to sense something bothering him, something besides the awkward dinner, since she arrived. She had hoped he would settle a bit as the night went on, so she tried to make him feel okay as much as she could. While her own mind had wandered a bit during dinner, she tried to not let herself come off as distracted and bored. She was actually almost relieved that the mishap with the plate of spaghetti happened. Lorelai could at least use the opportunity to try and talk, or do whatever the intention was, with him. Lorelai took the reins a bit, despite her feeling kind of awkward, to make sure Is didn’t feel terrible. “The sauce will wash out. And if it doesn’t, well, I have plenty of clothes.” The shewolf chuckled lightly. Ignoring the grip he had, she could tell he was just anxious. So she made a point to try and relax her body a bit, suddenly curious as she became closer to him. “She wont be needing the shirt tonight, won’t you dear?” Lorelai looked to the client, offering a shy smile. “I don’t think so.” She arched her back as he took the shirt off, her body brushing his. When he whispered, her body felt warm as something stirred in her. 

Biting her lip, she smiled a bit, nodding to give him the okay. Her head tilted to the side, back arched as he dipped down, feeling his nose and lips dance along her skin. The warm, wet tongue gliding along the top of her breasts sent a shiver through her, Lorelai beginning to feel aroused. “Does that taste good, Israel?” The client sounded pleased as Is took it upon himself to unhook her bra. Lorelai’s eyes glistened with lust, her hands moving to slowly lower the fabric for him. She waited a moment, studying Is for a reaction, when the client spoke up again. “Lorelai, I think you should take Israels shirt off. He’s a little overdressed for dessert.” She purred, enjoying the display before her as she stood and made her way towards the fridge. Pulling out a can of whipped cream, she came up behind Is. “Take off his shirt.” Lorelai nodded, fingers taking the hem of his shirt and lifting it up and over his head, her eyes lingering on his bare chest. a moment. The client caressed Israels chest, fingertips dancing along his skin, before she reached over and brushed the back of her fingers over Lorelais breast, getting her nipples to perk up with the sensual touch. She held the can up between them. “Do you want dessert?” 

[lorelaixeverleigh]

israelskelton​:

Two Is Company

Shifting uncomfortably in his chair, Israel turned his gaze to focus on the grandfather clock in front of him. The sound it made was oddly soothing in the awkward silence. The client had told him they were going to have dinner. She didn’t mention anyone joining them. Hazel eyes slid to Lorelei, teeth biting into his lip. Flicking his gaze away as they finished up, he abruptly got to his feet, muttering that he would do the dishes. Keeping his gaze low, he hovered next to Lorelai, grabbing her plate gently. His arm brushing her’s as he mumbled an apology, his cheeks flaring with a light blush. Moving around the table carefully, the wolf clumsily knocked into the corner as he felt the client playfully grab his ass. 

Spilling a plate of spaghetti and sauce against Lorelai’s chest, he stared at her flustered, eyes glued to the mess he made on her shirt. “I…” He started, pausing as the vampire client chuckled and stepped up to them. “Israel, why don’t you go help Lorelai clean up?” Her words came out as a light-hearted suggestion, but he knew better than that by the look in her eyes. She didn’t want him to take her shirt and wash it. Biting his lip, he looked from the client to Lorelai finally. Silently asking her to just run with the client’s desire and assure her that this had not been his desire. “Go on.” The client hummed, a dangerous look in her eyes. Eager to obey, he looked to Lorelai, his hand gently clasping her wrist, ready to lead her down the hallway. As he turned, the client’s throat cleared. Giving her a quizzical look, he followed her gaze to the sink. ‘Here?’ He silently asked with a tilt of his head; she nodded back at him with a coy grin. “I’m zorry…” He started, awkwardly removing a noodle from her hair. Grabbing a wet cloth, he began to dab at the stain until the client cleared her throat again. 'What now?’ He groaned inwardly before realizing what she wanted. Looking to the hem of her shirt, he looked up at her before gently gripping it and slowly lifting it. Although he wasn’t verbalizing it, his eyes kept asking if she was okay.

@lorelaixeverleigh

Lorelai sat in front of her own plate, unsure how to make conversation between the three of them. When the woman had invited her for dinner and long night of fun, Lorelai thought it’d just be the two of them. When the client requested she wear something comfortable, Lorelai picked out a pair of leggings that hugged her ass nicely and a flowy t-shirt. Throughout the meal, kept glancing at an apparently nervous Israel, hoping a smile here and there will help him relax a bit. As the meal came to an end, Lorelai was about to offer to help clean up when the client told her to let Is handle it. The arm that brushed against her sent the slightest of shiver along her skin, but she reassured him it was okay when he apologized. 

Catching sight of the woman grabbing at Israels ass, Lorelai bit her lip. When the food suddenly spilled all down her front, Lorelai froze, unsure what to say or how to react. She turned to Is, assuring him that she was fine and it was okay, accidents happened. When the woman came up to them, Lorelai looked up to her, her hand reaching down to push some sauce covered hair off her chest. The red sauce streaked along her skin as the woman spoke. Lorelai waited to see what Is does, letting him take her to the sink as instructed. “It’s really okay, Israel. It’s just spaghetti. If it was something boiling hot, I might be a bit upset.” She chuckled, hoping to lighten the mood. When the woman stopped him from cleaning the stain from her shirt, Lorelai rose a brow. She was starting to get a sense of what the woman wanted from him. She offered an awkward smile. “It’s just a shirt...” She lifted her arms up, letting Is pull the shirt off over her head. Some of the spaghetti sauce had dripped into her shirt, covering her chest and the pale blue bra she was wearing. The client sat back down in her chair, eyes dark as they watched the two of them. “Oh Israel, that sauce got all over her. And you hardly ate much off your plate. I don’t want that food to go to waste. I think you should finish the dinner you dropped on her before we continue.” She looked to the two, clearly instructing Israel to lick the sauce off her. 

[campodegirassois]

[lorelaixeverleigh]

bryce-cumberbatch​:

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“It’s okay, this is an open place. I don’t think anyone is allowed to bar others from coming here”. He moved over to make room just in case the stranger wanted to sit. “I wouldn’t mind the company. It’s probably better than talking to pictures”.

Lorelai offered the stranger a kind smile. “I just didn’t want to intrude on your conversation.” She hadn’t seen him around. Perhaps he was new to the city. But if that were the case, he probably wouldn’t be speaking to the dead. After a moment of hesitation, she accepted the offer and sat beside him. Green eyes looked to the pictures they sat before. “Who is it you were talking to?”

[bryce-cumberbatch]

He sat in the memorial, speaking to a name he knew didn’t belong there. This was the best he could do for now. He had promised to keep the she-wolf a secret, and had to play a part. With his hood up, it was hard to recognized him. Two years. Two years had passed, and yet here he was again. The youthful innocence was gone, and Bryce seemed more mature. The scare that cut through his lips was worn with pride.

The wolf sighed, and reached out to run his fingers over the name, then stood up. He heard someone approach, but the wolf didn’t startle. His hood was still over his head, hiding his face. He just smiled and tilted his head to the side, “Apologies, I didn’t know there were other people here”.

@covairecitystarters​

[lorelaixeverleigh]

Lorelai felt the most appropriate way to end the year was to pay tribute to those lost this past year. When the hunters came for the final time, a couple of Lorelais packmates had fallen. She missed them, and so she brought with her a couple bunches of their favorite wildflowers to pay her respects. Lorelai spent time talking to those lost, reminiscing about the good old days in the pack. 

Placing the flowers in front of the appropriate memorials, Lorelai said goodbye to her fallen friends for now, promising to visit them soon. As she walked out, she ran into an unfamiliar figure. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know anyone would be over here, I don’t mean to intrude.”

[mattdalyciadc]

Happy New Year 🥂🎆

[lorelaixeverleigh]

@hotshotxtheus​

[lorelaixeverleigh]

Her Doppleganger || Dark Mirror Event

Something was off. The aura of the city, the general atmosphere, felt different. Lorelai couldn’t exactly put her finger on how something didn’t feel right, but whatever if was, it felt familiar. The wolf shook off whatever feeling had her rattled and went about her day. At least, that was the plan, until an exact copy of herself appeared before her on the shores of the beach. Well, that’s not something that happens every day. Lorelai knew she certainly didn’t have a twin she never knew about. So, who was she? 

This other wolf, she looked just like her. An exact mirror image of herself. She was speechless at first, wondering if this was even real or some bizarre dream she hadn’t woken up from yet. There’s no way this was real, that she was really standing face to face with....herself? Straightening up, Lorelai kept her eyes locked on this other version of herself. “Who are you?” 

Standing in the sand, the wolf faced down the mirror of herself. Both their brown hair blew in the breeze. “I’m you. And I want my turn at a life here in Covaire.” The mirror replied, challenging Lorelai to try and stop her. The real Lorelai tilted her head, blocking the others access the main strip of the city. “You’re not me. This city is not you’re home and I’m sorry, but I don’t think we can both live here peacefully.” 

Whatever the mirrors purpose for being here was, Lorelai sensed the threat of the other. The mirror simply smiled sickly, her claws extending from her fingers. “You’re not going to be living here anymore. I’m going to live here now. And you? You get to go be with all our fallen packmates.” So there was a threat, to herself and possibly her home and pack, and she knew that the time for talking was over. 

Lorelai braced for the fight, sensing that the mirror was going to attack, regardless of what she said. For whatever reason, she wanted to live here and wanted the real Lorelai gone. “Come on, you don’t fit in here and you know it.” The mirror growled out as she landed a kick to Lorelais ribs. “I should get-” She grunted as Lorelai narrowly avoided the claws. “-a chance to see what this city’s life if really like!” 

Lorelai’s eyes blazed golden as she punched the mirror in the gut, sending her flying back. “You don’t belong in this world. Wherever you’re from, go back.” It was the only warning she’d give. Her mirror laughed. “You’re the one who doesn’t belong. You didn’t have what it takes to be a mage. We were sent to be wolves because there wasn’t a spark.” The wolf ignored her words, focusing on keeping the other away and avoiding being struck by any lethal blows. 

“This is going to be my home now, Lorelai. You’re time here is up.” The mirror hissed, claws aiming to sink into Lorelais chest to rip her heart out. In that split second, Elders words echoed in her mind. “You had what it takes to be a wolf, and you have what it takes to live a long life in Covaire.” And it was those words that got her to dodge, to quickly duck down and grab her clone by the throat from behind. 

“This is my home. Not yours.” And with twist and a hard yank, the mirrors head snapped off, blood pouring over Lorelai as the body in front of her fell limp to the ground, the head falling beside it shortly after. 

[letzternachtzug]

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[lorelaixeverleigh]

erebus-richter​:

He’s hardly a sociable creature. But receiving what he considered a bizarre invitation, he decided to accept. The girl had not be wholly terrible company, before. He supposed she would continue to be half-decent. So there he was, walking beside her. He’d admit the surroundings were beautiful; he did always have an eye for the attractive. 

“Snow? Probably. But it never settles.”

“Tell me. Why did you invite me here today?”

Lorelai had usually been a good judge of character, so she felt a bit better at inviting the client to join her. Perhaps in some way maybe he reminded her of Elder? She wasn’t sure. Giving a nod, her fingers grazed along some of the green foliage. “That’s good. I know last year wasn’t terrible with snow. I’m not really a fan of snow, so I won’t complain.” Turning tp face him, she studied him a moment. “I liked your company and enjoyed the brief talk we had last time. And I think I need to make more of an effort in getting to really know the people here. Others of my pack have already.”

[lorelaixeverleigh]

@ The Park || Lorelai and Erebus

Finding herself desiring company, Lorelai had asked Erebus if he’d want to join her for a walk through the most glorious, flora covered area of the park. Here she felt at home in the abundance of nature and greenery. Though he was a client, she didn’t ask for any form of payment from him, simply wanting informal company. And despite her not being too familiar with his kind, Lorelai believed it was best to try and socialize more with others. “Do you think we will get snow here this year?” 

@erebus-richter​

[lorelaixeverleigh]

covairesokami​:

“You definitely seemed to enjoy our fun at the coves and running with me prior to that. But even for simply just getting some exercise. Not a lot of the younger wolves appreciate the wilderness as much.” He raised a brow in return. “So an experiment to see what attention you’d receive from your new purchases?”

“It was fun.” She gave a small smirk. Nodding, she was most familiar in nature and wilderness. Lorelai felt it was easier to adapt to different outdoor environments than it was the city. “It’s the most natural feeling being out and among the world this way. The city can be kind of noisy, you know.” Quirking a brow, the smirk was back. “Yes. Someone suggested it so I figured why not?”

[lorelaixeverleigh]

blccdwinc​:

“Not at all.” Irina smirked. The girl was gorgeous, with nice, full hips. She was sure that there was no wrong way to sway them. She just needed to find her rhythm. “Not a dancer, dear?” She drank a little of her cosmo. “Perhaps if we were somewhere more private?”

Lorelai let her gaze linger, curiosity and appreciation on her face as the dancers moved. The movements were so seductive. Turning her green eyes back to the woman, she hesitated a moment and shook her head. “No, I’ve never really danced, especially like this.” A small smile played on her lips. “Do you dance like this?”

[lorelaixeverleigh]

kazimir-voronovich​:

Kazimir looked the girl over without any attempt to hide the fact that they were appraising her. Her dress. Her shoes. Her hair. Her makeup. Tallying everything up in their mind and ranking her accordingly. Good bones. The question was unbearably naïve and Kazya didn’t think that she was actually asking because he didn’t know. So the Chthonic replied coyly. They arched one eyebrow above their sunglasses and shrugged their shoulders gracefully, “I cannot see through walls. How should I know?”

Lorelai watched as his eyes scanned over her, studying every inch of her. Her green eyes slowly travelled along his frame as well, sizing him up and ensuring he was no threat. She was also appreciating his looks as well. Good question....but he certainly looked as if he was in charge. Head tilting slightly, she pushed hair out from her face. “You looked as though you might know. My apologies for assuming..”

[lorelaixeverleigh]

israelskelton​:

The wolf felt his cheeks flush at the look of confusion Lorelai had thrown him. Looking down at his drink, he crunched ice between his teeth. “If I had to guess zey teach zem here.” He replied with a shrug, now bothering to look at the stage. He wasn’t here on his own whim and clearly had no interests in his surroundings. Looking back over at Lorelai, he couldn’t help but smile. “I zink vu could, if vu vanded to.” He paused, finally looking back to the dancers. “Berzonally, I vouldn’t. Put I’m not kood at dancing eizer.”

Lorelai didn’t try to hide her fascination or appreciation, though she felt the other didn’t share the same thoughts. Looking back as he spoke, she wrinkled her nose, a slight shake of her head. “I certainly don’t think I could be good doing....that.” She arched a brow. “I’m sure you could learn too.” She pointed out.