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{The Sapphire Dancer}
It’s a regular day at the restaurant and Hibiki stayed back so her sister can go on the hunt for Chiropterans. Waitrassing the customers, giving them their food. Hearing the bell go off and looks over to the male and gives a soft smile.
"Hello, welcome to the restaurant. I’ll be with you in a moment, sir"
"That's fine," he replies as the menu is held diligently before his oculars; carefully scrutinizing it. He was relatively new towards the area and had simply entered the first restaurant he had encountered.
Waaaait, he could smell him?! Had he still been in a dog form, that would be another thing but as a human. Do they still keep the very strong senses and all that? Pfhhh but apparently lose all their clothing. “And do I smell like a normal vampire to you or?” Because if so, that would be weird. He spent his days among other kids that’s not vampire’s certainly they would give off another sent from him as well…. or the grass actually since he spent more time napping than socializing. That and that he wasn’t really a full-blooded one, heck he hadn’t been drinking the blood for years and was, according to himself, a human. It was only the books and papers and apparently a bit of his anatomy that wouldn’t agree. He put his hands on his hips to show he was clearly disagreeing, he’d met wolves before and they surely was wearing clothes! Duh! "So where does your fur go huh?"
"No, there is human in your bloodline. Curious, I should say, though I shall not press for details as to how you were conceived." It was rather rude to inquire as to how a werewolf changed their shape, though Randolph had grown weary of speaking, especially to someone who could hardly be bothered to .listen to his words properly. A deep sigh tears throughout the Beta as he drops on all fours, suddenly his bones shifting and twisting in a sickening manner beneath his flesh; loud scraping noises audible as well as a slight snarl of some sort. The fur, or hair, in his case, had shifted from his scalp to the rest of his body as it grotesquely shifted into a lupin form. Now, this often would disgust people--make them faint, even, though Randolph had no particular aversion to making him faint, for it would alleviate him of their tiresome banter. By the end of the transformation, Randolph appeared as any other wolf would, even the rather bitter expression was still plastered upon his features. Curiously enough, his transformation had been fluid, clean, and quick, though the same could not be said for other werewolves.
He could tell from the other’s voice and him walking further up ahead that he was peeved with him. Yet Marco did not have the luxury to care about if the man wanted his company or not. The dark haired male had followed the man when he said that he could follow as long as he helped him search for what he assumed was the Scotsman from earlier. He trailed behind the other silently even when Randolph had went up a head he had attempted to catch up, but his head was also looking in different directions. His focus remained on trying to find the Scotsman rather than focusing on the fact that he as in the dark with a complete stranger.
Perhaps it was because of his previous encounters with strangers before that he did not see the potential danger of Randolph. He knew the possibility of the man leading him to his death or trying to murder him, but he had to give him the benefit of the doubt since he needed him to brave the dark. If only Randolph did not say anything about vampires attacking him in the dark would he have been fine walking alone, but no. He just had to go and say that he hoped to be attacked.
“You don’t have to stand next to me.” Marco stated when he heard the man sigh after coming towards his side. He would have preferred to follow the man just so there was more of a space between them, but then again having someone near him would tend to deter anything supernatural coming up to him. At least that was what happened in the TV shows he watched. For a logical man he did not seem to follow the logic that supernatural creatures were not real when it came to being alone in the dark.
"Proper introductions," says the werewolf. "Are required, are they not?" Randolph offers a silent sigh before speaking his own name. "I am Professor Randolph Lyall, and you are?"
Should there have been anyone well-suited to protect the other from any other, malicious entities then it would surely be that of Randolph, for he was not crowned 'Beta' of the largest werewolf pack for no particularly striking reason. Oh no, despite being a rather skinny and unimpressive form in comparison to his comrades ( some three times his size, curiously enough ), he was still a formidable opponent, able to make others submit beneath his will. Werewolves were creatures oriented upon dominance and submission, there was a careful balance and it was inappropriate anyone overstep their assigned boundary. Fortunately, Randolph hadn't the amount of limitations other werewolves had. Being a ranking official in both a government agency and a pack proved to have its benefits despite the copious amounts of sublime idiocy one often dealt with in such positions. In fact, his Alpha running about in inebriation proved to be a key example of his point. How the man had gotten out, Randolph was unsure ( his Alpha had taken to drinking due to his wife fleeing the estate; a rather sorry mess Randolph did not particularly enjoy contemplating ).
Although polite there is still an ornate focus about him ( looking about the streets, listening carefully for drunken, Scottish singing dreadfully off-key ). "I suppose I should thank you for you tagging along to assist the apprehension of my colleague." Randolph does not hesitate to utilize the word 'apprehension', for that was jolly well what he intended to do once he got his hands upon his Alpha. He was willing to throw him in one of the dungeons if it proved promising of relinquishing the man of his pathetic, lovesick state. He was to manage a pack and Randolph had grown weary of managing the others single-handedly.
I got verses and my theme done, though now I have a pounding headache. I wanted to do more extravagant things with my theme but it's so horridly late, I can't.I'm going to drink water and attempt to get these replies done and perhaps follow more blogs that strike my fancy.
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I reckon it's about time i mess with lyall's theme a bit and add a verse page.
"Our natures?… basis for calling you inebri-…." Someone translate this fucker please. Talking about rovers and hives like it was common, should he ask the other where he had his master to hold the leash? Is that what they do when approaching another non-human-yet-look-human? ” No he ain’t, he’s adopted.” The red haired boy scratched his head with a tired look, yeah this guy made no sense. Either he was drunk or drugged, or his head was just not in it, like he was living a fantasy world. You know, more than the fact that their kind existed in a movie but yet here they were. "I dunno how you figured out I’m a vampire but I’m no the bloody kind if that’s what you’re talking about" That would be a normal question to a vampire? No? What else was there to ask? ‘Is it true you can fly?’ or something? “Does all doggies walk around naked in robes or coats?”
The child was rude and young and vaguely reminded him of a Lady Maccon ( a rather ferocious woman who donned a parasol as a knight would a sword ). Though, the woman was at least moderately educated and understood the unnatural world and a great deal of its modus operandi. This boy, he realized, was incompetent in such an aspect. Though, most Rovers were somewhat unintelligent, having not been educated by a Queen or a bite-brother. This proved the case with, oh dear, what was his name? "I can smell your bloodline," explains he with a sigh, for he already knows that the other will be rather confused. Randolph deemed it best to clarify while he could. "Vampires have a certain smell to them that humans do not. That was how I identified you." Another shiver tore through Randolph, for he did not particularly enjoy being out and about upon such a cold night, especially when he was attempting to educate a fledgling. "When werewolves transform." he added slowly, as if to confirm the other was following. "they become wolves, clearly. Yet, when they turn to become human, they do not magically have clothes."
Wide golden hues shifted to the man in surprise. She had not expected him to speak to her, to give her a second thought. It both frightened and warmed her to know that she was not yet invisible to the world. Her lips parted, as though to respond to him, but no words came. Her orders had been clear and she could not disobey. Thickly, the little maid swallowed and bowed her head in a silent acknowledgment. That was all she could give in answer for the time being.
Silence greeted him. Randolph rubs the back of his neck awkwardly as the quiet hangs heavily within the room. He focuses on the door and remains silent, as well, not the sort to force conversation where it was not given. It had never been his nature to do so and he refused to pry at someone who was not given to speech. Though, perhaps, he's thinking, it is simply the girl's culture to remain silent in the presence of a guest. Randolph gives her a sidelong glance accompanied with a small smile, still thinking to himself. It seemed rather likely, for servants had their place, after all. Though, the silence itself was disconcerting.
proditoreabyssum received a show of sorts
Well, perhaps one faced with such circumstances would find the premise of being encountered wearing nothing more than a cloak sorely embarrassing. Said metaphysical entity in question would most likely not be a werewolf. With that in mind: Randolph is unfazed when the man witnesses him in nothing but a navy-hued cloak. The fact that he is staring, Randolph should think, is terribly rude. The blond clears his throat. "Tear your gaze away from that area, please, my eyes are up here." It wasn't as if the stranger was able to see that from the cloak. Though, Randolph was not fond of the notion of having his assets stared at in fantasy.
meiromai has wandered into vampire territory
"It's a rather late hour to be out," says the werewolf as he examines a nondescript device ( possibly a watch of some sort, though watches do not extend glass to the side like his does ). He had recently finished conversing with an acquaintance of his over certain matters and was now due to return to the side of his Alpha. Though, concern over a human girl wandering so near towards a vampire Hive was hardly reassuring. "I recommend you head back from where you came. I should say this is not a pleasant area."
lnousewife has misplaced their child
Children were inexplicably drawn towards the werewolf. First the offspring of his Alpha clung to him and now this foreign child. Human, Randolph silently detects as it tugs his shirt. Tawny oculars flit about the premise in search of its mother, reluctantly taking the smaller hand into his own ( to the child's immense delight ). Honestly, he understood that perhaps, to some degree, he was maternal by nature, but he needn't attract a child every time he went out. It was with a sigh he finally located what he believed to be the mother. The werewolf walks over with a polite smile. "Greetings," he says cordially. "This is your child, I take it?" A soft motion is given in the direction of the child.
Lord Tahir had notified his maids that there would be a guest arriving. No name or title was given, only a small set of strict instructions: they were not to speak to him, they were not to wait on him, they were not to do anything unless ordered to. When the strange guest arrived, Maia immediately stilled her drumming fingers and sealed her lips. Just as she was told, she did nothing. Not even when brown hues drifted to her did she move a muscle. Questions sat on her tongue but none would be voiced. Her fear for Lord Tahir overwhelmed her curiosity.
"How do you do?" The greeting escapes parted lips placidly, as if the stranger gave genuine concern over how the girl was faring this fine evening. Should he have known his treatment in arrival, he would have not been surprised, for it wasn't as if his kind was particularly revered with a positive connotation. The Lord ( Tahir, was it? ) had evacuated the premise briefly to acquire documents concerning the topic of negotiation. Despite his small stature, Randolph liked to think himself persuasive when need be. Though, for the time being until the Lord returned, he should occupy himself with speaking to the girl.
Marco had took a few sidesteps as he felt the other survey him. It wasn’t that he was afraid of the other man, but more so that he did not want to be under someone’s gazes because he was not used to it. “Yes.” Marco replied as he then turned towards Randolph with his hands up in the air as he made a rainbow with them. “For science.” His countenance remained blank the entire time as he did this. Well it appeared that the man fell for that it was because he had no school that he felt the need to follow someone. At least it was a complete lie since it did mean that he could follow the other out late into the night. Not that he wanted to. He wanted to get home, but he would rather make it home in one piece in which may not be in his cards for tonight.
Charming.
"I'd rather not be observed, thank you kindly. I understand the boundless joys of research, though if you are going to follow the entirety of the night, then at least help me find the man aforesaid." The Beta proceeds to embark upon his journey to locate his positively vexing wayward Alpha once more, hardly troubling himself to assure that the other was following in suit. It was not his duty to watch over children, though he vaguely supposed he had made exceptions before. Though, unlike the others he had monitored, this boy was not within his Pack, so there wasn't a terribly prominent reason as to why he should assure his safety. Especially considering the rather rude, initial reception. Though, Randolph always grew rather quick to fight whenever the full moon drew near ( and it so happened to be close in date, so perhaps his Alpha running about willy-nilly in the fashion of an intoxicated madman did not necessarily alleviate his stress ). Upon realizing how rude he was being, he stopped advancing forwards and retracted his steps to stand beside the stranger with a deep sigh.
bruant-chanteur sings for you
The werewolf is there upon business, having visited one of the Royal Demon Families to discuss certain matters. They do not regard him kindly, for he is but only what one could call a 'half-demon', though he's a rather strong fellow. But alas, he is not pleased with the blatant discrimination, having been there to represent the leader of another, Demon Family. Tawny oculars drift to glance at the girl standing in the corner, mild curiosity within golden depths.
"I know what I’m dealing with" Other than a weird half naked doggy? An old man who thinks teenagers listens to others. How did he figure out he was a vampire though? Werewolves, they smelled somewhat like wet dogs, or at least he referred to that but honestly he’d never smelled one to put that on his memory, wolves though. Still he wondered how one could sense his half-blooded self without the fangs. "Lone vampire?" Well…. can’t argue with that… so much. “I’m not alone though, I got my lil bro” Who happens to be a tree therefor lonely vampire but not lonely. ” Okay so I’m a lone vampire and you’re a stray dog. Do you have a point in all this?”
"Now, with that in mind, considering our natures: What basis is there for your calling me inebriated?" What a disrespectful little thing, Randolph thinks silently to himself as he fastens the coat round himself a bit tighter. A small shiver glided its fingers across his spine, though it was an imperceptible movement, for trembling in such a fashion demonstrated weakness. The Beta held his head high, for he did have a Pack and position to uphold. "Little brother?" Randolph asks carefully. "Is he of a vampiric nature, as well?" Should that have proven the case, it would fall to the werewolf's concern. Yet, this boy hadn't known what a Queen nor a Hive was. Perhaps, he's vaguely musing to himself, this is a similar case to the artificially made vampires some time ago. Though, Lyall had been sure his Alpha had taken care of the scientists and documents explaining how to do such a thing.