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[sirensofiaarchive]

Got Claws || Sofia&Zaina

       Sofia held the small black cat to her chest as she sat in the dressing room, fingers curled around the creature as it purred into her collarbone. Nibbler had been by her side since Micah had given Sofia the tiny creature, the young siren partially afraid of leaving her alone in Roman’s trailer, yet to be cleaned, and the other part of her simply longing for company as she was so suddenly without it. She’d been used to being on her own for the longest time, and knew in reality she still could be, when Roman was around she’d spent hours on her own just fine, it was her perpetual absence that was making it harder, knowing she was going back to the trailer to be alone when she didn’t want to be.

          “Stay here,” she whispered to the small cat, sitting her down on the bed of clothing Sofia had made for her as she pulled on a sleek red dress. She hated it already, she hated herself in reds, her own preference for purples and oranges with compliments of lime, but Roman liked red and she wanted something to wear upon his return. Of course, she almost immediately ripped it off and switched it out for a royal purple number, the fabric clinging to her form but the changing rooms mirrors limited, so Sofia stepped out, unbeknownst to the siren the little black kitten following her, too small to be seen in the mirror at the end of the line of change rooms.

          Her false nails moving over her form she turned slightly on her toes, bare feet not something Sofia could do - her feet so used to heels by now - admiring herself. Little nibbler on the other hand started to investigate other change rooms, dark furred face slipping beneath the door of a change room and looking up at the woman inside.

@zaina-castillo​

[mariahcadieux]

I need a partner... a hunting partner

Closed starter @zaina-castillo

Where: The Bloody Pub

When: Any time of the evening

The Bloody Pub was fast becoming one of the few places Mariah enjoyed being in that wasn’t Supernatural’s, the allied beach, or her crappy apartment. It was owned by an ex from her human life but that didn’t make her being there awkward at all. Fran was a busy woman and rarely there – something that saddened Mariah, who cared for all of her lovers, ex or otherwise – so there was little to no interaction there, but the blonde didn’t mind. She was happy to sit upstairs on one of the fat, comfortable sofas, listen to the loud music playing, admire the ambiance of the place and eye up the talent. The talent being willing, eager donors. In Opulence, the town was filled with plenty of warm bodies who were eager to offer their neck, wrist or thigh for a bite, especially to an attractive vampire, and though Mariah was still a little sloppy with her feed, she was no longer killing and was revelling in her new life.

That night was no different. Mariah sat next to a sweet couple who were both batting their eyelids at the blonde. The vampire’s waist length hair was currently draped over the back of the sofa, her leather clad arm draped around the human female, the male wolf counterpart watching intently on the other side, his hand inching closer and closer to Mariah’s.

The problem was, Mariah was finding recently, was that her reputation for savagery in the cage was attracting a certain type of meal. They loved the thrill of danger, the wildness to her, but they only seemed to want to dance on the wild side for a moment before quickly retreating back to the safety of their relationships, families, and/or pets. Despite Mariah’s general attitude and aesthetic, she was a sensitive creature, she believed in love alongside violence. She wasn’t looking for monogamy or wedding bands and a crappy bent knee proposal, but she was hoping to find a few people she trusted to commit to her.

Once upon a time, a couple such as this might have excited Mariah – they were attractive, eager, and smelled great – but with experience came pessimism. The blonde was not only sniffing out the complex flavours of their blood, she was also sniffing out their intentions. What she needed was a wing man or wing woman, the problem was Mariah didn’t really respect many people’s opinions in such areas. Also... she was kind of a loner. So, she was hunting alone, like always.