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Post by Radulfr Caput Lupinum on Sept 15, 2017 6:14:44 GMT
Radulfr somehow found his way to this place. Surrounded within the crowds of the horrible people, the man grimaced in disgust. It was a horrid place that had the smell of rich all over the place. He had only agreed to go because Wryn wanted to, otherwise he would stay out of things such, grand and lavish as this. It was a good way to break what happened between them, back at that mansion place. Once, Radulfr had suggested to go to a ball before, well, asked. But at the time they instead traveled to the mountains, which is where they ran into trouble in the first place. It was as if they had gone in a circle, and now here they were, at a ball. Well, it was a good idea, for he didn't wish to discuss what had happened. He had nearly spilled all truths in front of her, however she didn't seem to leave him at least. He didn't know what she would think of him now, but he couldn't stand to leave her. This idea of going to a dance happened at just a right time, and so since she wished to go he did so as well. However, the man stopped, and sighed. He wished he didn't have to be dressed like this.
He originally just went in with his armor and mask and everything, however the guards stopped him, not permitting him entry. Then, they brought him to a tailor. It was awful. First, his armor was peeled off, of course, with a fight. Then they stuffed him into a ridiculous suit. Once he thought he was done he wanted to go inside with his mask on. But then they took it off his head, forcing him back down into the chair and doing his hair. Radulfr was angry. Combing his hair back and done "nicely," revealing all the scars on his face he was free to go. They said his clothes would remain there once the night was done and pushed him out onto the dance floor. Well, there was no going back now. He continued to walk and search for where Wryn was. They had promised to meet within the ballroom, as Wryn had gone to get dressed as well. Radulfr waited around, not knowing what to do or where to look for her. He was barely containing himself to not just try and beat up someone. The music coming from the band was irritating to his ears, and the frilly clothing just made him want to vomit. The scent of wine and fresh food was in the air, the smell of snobs. Well, at least there was free food at least. Maybe he could steal some and bring it back for their next day's meals.
As he walked, he spotted the open doors that led to the gardens outside. It looked tempting, but Wryn wasn't going to be there nor could she find him there, he assumed. Then, he continued to walk. No sign of her. Choosing a nice wall to lean against, the somber werewolf crossed his arms over his chest, eyes scanning the floor to see where she was. There were so many people here, he may never even find her. He hoped that she didn't set this up so that she could leave him. He wouldn't know what to do if that was the case. Either way, his eyes continued to stare down the crowd, ever so patiently waiting for her to show.
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Post by Wryn on Sept 20, 2017 7:21:07 GMT
The mansion...so much had transpired there. It was hard to really comprehend it all but all Wryn knew was that now Rad was safe and that she was out of that crazy werewolf's house. His past was dark, darker than she might have expected. But with that information came a deeper understanding as to how she could be mated to someone who didn't desire to touch her. It wasn't easy....caring for someone and having the desire to touch them, to physically connect. But she knew now why he had always pulled away before and didn't push him. He had been hurt and it wasn't fair for her to expect him to coddle her and her desires. She would survive, as long as she had him around she would manage.
Her dress was rather extravagant and form-fitting. The icy blue fabric setting off her creamy skin beautifully, the tiny silver crystals reflecting in her green eyes. Her long blonde hair had been pulled back and braided. She had even been given nice shoes to wear. Flats because she had never worn heels, but fancy all the same. She walked around the ballroom in awe. Everyone was so extravagantly dressed and beautiful. Many were twirling and dancing with their significant other. But she still didn't see Rad...where was he? She wandered and wandered, eventually turning toward the open doors that would lead out to the garden. Wondering if Rad might be there. It was a flash of color that made her glance to her left. Her green eyes lingering on the man a moment before she understood just who it was. Rad...but dressed nicely.
Wryn walked toward him with tentative steps. Taking in his exposed face and the lack of armor on his body. "Rad?" Of course she knew it was him, she had seen his face on a few occasions now. But she wasn't sure what else to say. "You look very handsome." A genuine smile came to her plump lips. "It is nice...just seeing you without the armor." She understood his need for it now but she still liked seeing him without it. Likely for the very reason he wanted it. It made him more vulnerable. She looked back over her shoulder at the twirling couples. She wanted to dance...she wanted to feel weightless and free.
"Would-Can we..." But her inquiries drifted away with the soft rumble of the crowd. Her eyes moving down to stare at the floor. No...he likely wouldn't want to dance. It was selfish of her to consider it.
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Post by Radulfr Caput Lupinum on Sept 22, 2017 7:00:52 GMT
His first reaction was nearly to jump, immediately his head turning upward toward her direction in surprise. He was surprised to find her this way, seeing her in an icy blue gown that stretched all the way down to the floor. It nearly took him a moment to recognize who she was, staring at her with widened eyes. But it was Wryn alright. He continued to look in her direction as she spoke, still leaning against the wall with crossed arms. Him? Handsome? In this suit that made him look like a fool? It baffled him for a moment, before realizing that it was just a compliment. Or perhaps she really did like him in the suit, who knew. He then guessed he should return the favor. "You look..." he couldn't find the right word, scanning her from up to down. Goregous. "Good." She then asked, wait a minute... His head looked out toward the crowd that she had briefly turned to. No way. To dance? Radulfr? Dancing?
The very idea was absurd. He didn't even know how to dance. The only dances he was ever involved in were ones that were filled with blood. Continuing to gaze out into the room of dancers, he really debated it. Was it even a question? His answer would have obviously been a no... however, it was either that or the fact that she may ask him questions about his past. He much preferred one over the other. Stepping away from the wall, he silently walked toward her, letting her take his hand and pull him out onto the floor, if she wished. Though the man looked pained. The reluctance was evident on his face, as he despised those in high places. To be among them... Radulfr once could have been an alpha. Though that was all changed. By his brother. Not that he wanted it in the first place, however it was something he began to think about. What if that had really happened...? Would he be, here? Amongst all these vile, disgusting nobles? Those that never knew a life full of treachery. However his thoughts then began to drift back to Wryn. Did she... know, about what happened back then? He knew that Farkas must have made him spill stuff to her, but he just didn't know what. As he continued to think he didn't quite realize that he was moving to the beat of the music. When he came to realization he suddenly stopped, then looked back at her. "I can't," he then said, in defeat. His gaze then turned toward the gardens, feeling the fresh air blow from there to the inside. It was a hopeful gaze, one that sought refuge from this hellish place.
Letting go of her hands, the man then walked toward that direction. The gardens were a better place for someone like him. An outlaw. One that had no place inside a ballroom. He didn't wish to ruin her dreams of being like a princess. However he could never be that prince. He was someone that only knew the barbaric ways of the world, something such as a peaceful dance was foreign to him. Feeling the much colder air against his scarred him, the werewolf sat down on the ground, slumped by one of the planters of a small hedge, seemingly out of place however more like a defeated warrior hiding on a battlefield.
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Post by Wryn on Sept 22, 2017 7:53:23 GMT
The compliment made her smile even as lackluster as it might be. Rad wasn't a man of many words so even this little compliment was gold. When he reluctantly stepped forward and gave her his hand Wryn would take it and move out so that they might dance. But it was no sooner than her hand touched his shoulder and a soft sway began to carry them that he balked. Like man coming out of a trance he broke away and told her he couldn't. Wryn didn't try to stop him even as her heart sank. Green eyes following him as he escaped from her grasp and out into the gardens before falling down to stare at her feet. It was difficult, to want to experience so many things now that she had her freedom but to have her wings clipped by someone who had already lived so long.
But were those experiences worth losing Rad? Would she abandon him just to be like one of the other girls? The answer was given even before it was asked and Wryn turned away from the happily twirling couples to move toward the gardens. She didn't see him as she made her way down the stairs. Her flats making soft sounds on the stone until she stepped down onto the soft well worn path. She didn't see him at first but being out here with the towering bushes and long stretching shadows did make her skin crawl a bit.
"Rad?" She called softly when a soft scuffing sound seemed very near. "Is that you? I'm sorry I..I shouldn't have ask you to dance with me, just come out and we can leave." Her throat tightened just uttering the words, she didn't want to leave. She wanted to enjoy this night. But Rad's wellbeing was more important. Still she heard no answer and worry made her frown. "Rad?" She ask again. Taking a small step toward the sound.
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Post by Warin Ilmatar on Sept 22, 2017 16:09:53 GMT
Warin let himself be drawn away from the balcony rail, chuckling at her response to him. Nor did he take exception to her playful prod, only bumping his hip lightly into her as they approached the stairwell. Though she led, anyone watching might have had a hard time discerning it for he moved up to her side and kept pace with her as they traveled down the stairs hand in hand like lovers escaping for the privacy of the gardens. It didn't immediately occur to him that it might look like such, not until the shadow had enveloped them. Still he didn't try and take his hand back. Instead he looked at her and wondered if someone else had once held her hand like this. Through wild woods instead of manicured gardens. He almost asked. Almost. But an unspoken line seemed drawn between them where neither asked or prodded too deeply into the other, not after that first afternoon when he had petitioned for asylum.
So instead of speaking he playfully tugged her along a different path, where high hedges gave them the illusion of solitude. Bright flowers, only partially robbed of their color by starlight and moonlight, bowed their heads from the weight of summer's bounty. Soon enough they would die back, replaced by autumn's leaves and then winter's evergreens and ice. He was about to break the quite between them when he heard a small voice up ahead. It was soft, feminine, and she sounded lost. He cleared his throat, knowing that their hunter-quiet steps might not have made it obvious they were there.
"Hello? Are you lost?" He stepped out onto the next branching path and saw the young woman dressed all in ice and starlight like a winter nymph. His posture changed subtly, an attempt to be less intimidate, more approachable.
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Post by Alvina on Sept 22, 2017 20:42:53 GMT
The night air had a funny way of affecting people, Alvina supposed. She very much felt younger, like a pup, as she playfully bumped hips and prodded back and forth with Warin. For the briefest reprise, her mind was clear of any concerns of political squabbles or threats to the pack. Momentarily forgotten, too, were the past two centuries worth of entrenching, suffocating memories. She did not, for once, think of a taller man, with dark hair and crystalline, blue eyes chasing her through a forested pathway. She did not recall the heartbreakingly sweet smile twisting his lips, or the way his arms had felt when he warmly caught her about the waist to in pulling her form close to his. His absence was a distant memory, rather than a painful reality. In the fleeting moments of that evening, hidden away in a royal garden of all places, she was simply a woman, and he a man. And she was freely able to relish in the quaint, playful quality which he had to offer with his company, as they strode amongst the hedges of the garden with their hands loosely clasped together.
Having just side-stepped away from another playful nudge, shaking her head and gathering up her skirt, the Alpha was plotting a small revenge for his latest attempt. That was when a soft, feminine voice sounded nearby. At once, her head tilted, cocking her ear in the direction of the sound. She was listening to it, to the cadence of the tone of her voice, even as Warin seemed to call out in response. And then, all at once, as they stepped out about a branching path, she saw her: a vision in blue, eyes a little wide as she called out in search of someone by the name of Rad.
It took her a moment, regarding the woman, before her brows rose in surprise. The fallen pack-member, the man stained in blood, the mansion of horrors… Alvina had lost track of the damned man in the chaos of it all, but this girl, who now was far more polished than when she’d last seen her, had been there. And now, in that moment, she was here before her. Alvina strode forward, ahead of Warin then as she carried her skirt with one hand. “Wryn? Is that... it is you. Are you alright?”
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Post by Wryn on Sept 23, 2017 2:07:07 GMT
It wasn't Rad, it wasn't Rad at all. The stranger stepped forward to be seen and she immediately took a step back in response. He asked if she was lost and her first response was to act confident, that was important, right? Another small less noticeable step back as she tried to find words to say to the rather imposing man who even after relaxing his stance didn't truly seem more approachable. "No...I-" And then a woman was moving toward them as well, the dark hair, the smooth gait familiar. Wryn couldn't help but smile once she recognized Alvina. Their time together had been brief but she felt more relaxed in her presence than the strangers alone. And it appeared they were together, thankfully. Her shoulders sagged with relief and she forced a smile while wringing her hands in front of her.
"Alvina, I'm alright. I just lost Radulfr." She rolled her lips between her teeth and glanced at her surroundings again. How would she ever find him out here? "I wanted to dance and I think it was too much. I shouldn't have pushed him." She swallowed against the lump in her throat, green eyes dancing between the couple. "Have either of you seen him? He was...upset." She clutched the fingers she had been wringing tightly together and looked back to Alvina alone. She knew little of what had transpired between her and Rad, but she knew that Alvina was also a were and knew Rad albeit not fondly.
"I just wanted one night. But this...this isn't Rad." None of this was. He was most comfortable out in the woods away from all the people. It was her fault he was even here. It was an uncomfortable position to be in. So curious about life but tied to someone it had already beaten down.
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Post by Warin Ilmatar on Sept 27, 2017 20:51:45 GMT
As Alvina passed him, Warin stretched out a hand and brushed his fingers against the folds of her dress, just above her hip. It wasn't really a conscious motion. He didn't even seem to realize he'd done it, most of his attention on Wryn. Still, as Alvina took over the conversation he kept his eyes mostly elsewhere, only watching them peripherally. The young woman seemed a little more at ease with Alvina but he didn't want to make her more uncomfortable by staring. So he clasped his hands behind his back and studied the hedges, turning his shoulder to them.
"I'm afraid I haven't seen him, but we haven't been out here long." He didn't ruin Alvina's dignity by admitting that they had been rather busy playing like a couple of fledglings instead of looking for men who had abandoned their dates. She had addressed them both though and manners demanded a response. He glanced at Alvina, filing away this conversation for later. He wondered how she knew them, this Wryn and Radulfr. He inhaled softly, wishing his sense of smell was more akin to that of a wolf. It was better than a human's but still. He couldn't smell much beyond Alvina and the summer blooming flowers.
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Post by Alvina on Sept 27, 2017 21:13:27 GMT
The brush of his hand on her hip - it did not go unnoticed. Though, in that moment, she didn't see fit to acknowledge the gesture. Her attention was rapt on the woman dressed as a beautiful blue garden pixie.
Alvina regarded Wryn with a warm, but sympathetic look... at first. "I see. We can help you look - you don't need to worry, alright?" As the girl continued, though, despite her attempt to soothe, something seemed to dawn on her. The last time she'd glimpsed this human, she had been alongside the Were in the iron mask. The one who had killed her pack member, ruthlessly and without regard to himself, even after she had tried to offer him assistance. Gears of thought churned rapidly in her thoughts. Surely... no. The name, his name, had not been one she had been given. But were they, the mysterious date and the iron-clad man, the same? This human... Alvina hoped she had not come here with that sorry excuse of a- The look on her face shifted slightly, a tension arising in the corners of her lips and eyes. She was not pleased, clearly, but was making an effort to not express as much until she knew more. The human's description as she mused woefully, did not alienate her. concern "Rad. Is he the one from the mansion?" Awaiting confirmation, the Alpha carefully tried to temper the seething heat that was beginning to creep into her blood. If she couldn't kill him, she wanted nothing to do with him. Even if she sympathized with the poor human that had haplessly been drawn in by him, as he was influenced by the bond.
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Post by Radulfr Caput Lupinum on Sept 28, 2017 6:51:30 GMT
Radulfr continued to sit there, with his back faced against the stone planter as his gloomy eyes gazed upward. Then, he thought he heard some talking. His head turned, hearing of a voice that sounded like Wryn's. Of course, she would follow him out here. But... he really didn't want to deal with her at the moment. He was just, feeling pained. He didn't belong there he really didn't. He couldn't bring himself to let her think that he could be something that he was not. The werewolves never even had a ball, from where he came from. Dances were common among clans but none like this. This, it was all too foreign to him. It was something that he would crash, something that he would wreak havoc at. He would barge in there and steal all their things and kill them off. But, this, actually attending it, as a guest, it felt... wrong. He was so used to the life of danger, where every living second could prove to be life or death. He had to be strong, he always had to fight. An outlaw, that had no righteous place in this world, had to be cutthroat in order to survive. That's just how it was. The life similar to a thug perhaps, or those like him.
But, as the voice turned into voices, he couldn't help but wonder who she had run into. Looking for him, perhaps. He should get up and go back to check on her he supposed. Getting back onto his feet the fine fabric shifted as he heaved himself upward, although it was much less effort due to the lack of armor on him. He then stood high above the shrubbery, facing back toward where he heard the voices coming from, although he couldn't really see past all the trees and large brush. Then, walking in that direction he continued along the stoned path underneath his fancy shoes, passing another fountain and making his way near from where he came from he then spotted her. Wryn in the blue dress under the moonlight, looking concerned as she spoke to two others. Nearing closer he then noticed the frame of the woman. She looked all too familiar. Though he continued to walk closer to them, stopping at a distance although near Wryn. His eyes faced her however his gaze then turned to the dark haired woman. "You..." his eyes narrowed, his voice having a hint of anger to it. However, he was not entirely angry as her even though he would never admit it. It was just strange, to find one such as her here. They seemed to cross paths often at the most unlikely of places. Had she come here in hopes of killing him as well? In the gardens it would be less of a hindrance due to the lack of crowd, however he knew that she would most likely not do so in front of Wryn.
His eyes then turned to the man, he had no idea who he was though assumed that probably he was from that pack of hers. Folding his arms over his chest he then looked at her again, not keeping his irritated gaze off of her. Though, now she had seen him in vulnerability. Alvina probably wouldn't have noticed that it was him just by looks alone, just scent most likely. Though he probably had the similar attributes, and the fact that he was there with Wryn. She probably could have found him out even with this suit on, however he was not intent on hiding from her. But the thought did cross his mind, it was curious to know if he had blended in, he thought. But, now she saw him in this state. It must have looked completely different from her point of view. The scars that laid across his face and hands, his hair neatly combed back and everything about him laid bare in front of her. He looked entirely different from the armored warrior that was covered in the metal suit. She most likely would laugh at him. He didn't rule out the possibility and he just stood there waiting for a response from any of them. |
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Post by Wryn on Sept 28, 2017 7:24:38 GMT
The man answered her first and Wryn frowned but nodded in acknowledgment of his words. Her attention then turned to Alvina and she gave her a grateful smile. "Thank you." But then came the question that made her a little uneasy. She had completely forgotten the tension that had been between them, remembering only Alvina's kind helpful nature. "Yes." She said without pausing, perhaps she wouldn't be happy about it but if she didn't wish to help then so be it. Suddenly there was a soft scuff of shoes behind her and Wryn turned to see Rad moving toward them but his attention was not on her, rather he was staring at Alvina and only a single word falling from his lips. Wryn felt a twinge of worry that maybe she had made a bad situation worse in her eagerness to locate Rad.
"Rad...they were going to help me find you, I was worried." She spoke softly although worry tinged her words. She hoped to diffuse the situation before it started.
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Post by Warin Ilmatar on Sept 28, 2017 14:04:47 GMT
Warin spotted the body moving through the gardens behind Wryn and heard the soft scuff of movement. With the easy grace that was normal for the avian were he stepped up to Alvina's shoulder. He didn't have to alert her further of the man's presence though, since he fair well announced himself with speech. Warin didn't relax though. There was some weird weight to the word, and strain in the air that he didn't like. Nor did he miss the concern that radiated from the slip of a girl who had apparently lost this scarred man. Warin studied him, no judgement in his eyes only curiosity and an expected amount of wariness. He kept his hands clasped lightly behind his back, his posture easy. No one besides himself- and maybe Alvina- needed to know that one of his knives was sheathed in the small of his back and he could feel the hilt of it with one of his hands. He didn't expect trouble but his duty was to protect Alvina.
He felt like he was missing a large part of the picture. Clearly they had met before, somewhere. There was some context he was missing that felt like it should be important. All he could do no was wait and be ready.
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Post by Alvina on Sept 28, 2017 18:26:21 GMT
Hearing the girl's confirmation caused her to fold one arm around her body, the other propping up near her face. Without much thought, she shifted her weight to the leg nearest Warin. It was all she could do to restrain herself. And then, as if to rub it in, the man himself emerged from the darkness of the nearby shrubbery. With eyes like daggers, kindling with anger, he spoke but one word to her. At once, her eyes travelled to lock with his, her iris' briefly flashing with the brilliant hue of fire... or blood. "Yes, me. You are the last person I would've expected to find at such an event." She murmured, mindful of her volume so as to not alarm the Were's human mate, though her voice came with a sharp, lacerating edge to it. It was the voice she used when reprimanding Pack members. His involvement with her pack, in any way, was the last thing Alvina wanted. However, it was the easiest way to convey her sentiment for him. As if she hadn’t already done it, when she’d happened upon and bickered with him while he was chained in the dungeon of that damned mansion in the mountains. He was a murderer. Cold as his frosty blue eyes. And she wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. No, rather, she wanted to claw out those eyes, and leave him in a heap on the ground – bleeding out in a pitiful attempt to quench thirst of the earth. Shifting her chin, thrusting up slightly, her eyes flicked between Wryn and the scarred face which she had not seen previously. Her voice was more amicable when she addressed Wryn. She would not attack him overtly in front of her, especially as it seemed she had reciprocated his bond-induced feelings toward her. “Be careful. You – neither of you – will be safe if anything is started here. This place is infested with humans and Immortals alike, who could jump at a chance to extinguish our people.” And I will not fall victim to it, on your behalf, she followed silently. Warin Ilmatar Wryn Radulfr Caput Lupinum |
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Post by Radulfr Caput Lupinum on Oct 2, 2017 6:44:30 GMT
He continued to stare at her, cold eyes gazing upon her as he continued to have his arms folded across his chest. If she had come here then why did she have to tell them that they were about to be in danger? But our people. Don't make him laugh. There was no people he had left. He was not one of her pups. Radulfr was an outlaw, one that was abandoned by "his people" long ago. Heck, maybe even before then. He continued to glare at the so called alpha of the outlaws.
"None of us are safe here," was all he said. The man held his tongue well however that was mostly due to the fact that Wryn was standing beside him. But, in fact now she was an outlaw too, or so she considered herself. If anything they were the lowest at the totem pole, even amongst werebeasts and humans alike. Although Alvina was technically in the same boat as well, despite her position as alpha. Though, she had no right to tell him what to do. He knew very well the dangers of coming here. But if that was her concern then that was her own problem.
Radulfr did not seek to fight Alvina, although he would be glad to. But he had to hold himself back for Wryn. Of course, that's not why they were there in the first place. He felt almost bad that he had left the girl alone in the ballroom so that she would not have to encounter this woman again. He then turned his gaze to meet the human, not really knowing what else to say or do. |
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Post by Wryn on Oct 2, 2017 6:56:10 GMT
Wryn looked between then nervously but didn't speak. Their words were simple but undoubtedly laced with undertones she just didn't register. Once silence had fallen again Wryn turned her green eyes back to Alvina with a hesitant uneasy smile on her lips. "You look beautiful, Alvina." She said softly. Hoping her words would calm the nervous tension. She didn't know what might have transpired between Rad and Alvina. But she did know that she loved Rad and that she would have never escaped the mansion without Alvina's help.
"Were the two of you outside for any reason?" She ask with a glance back at the castle but then a thought occurred to her and she blushed while smiling. "oh-OH I guess I shouldn't really ask that should I! A couple together in a garden, my apologies." Her gaze moved between the two of them while she bit her lip, still smiling. They made quite the handsome couple.
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