You're brought into Toronto, Canada, either ordered by the Council to join the Pack or Clan that resides there for the impending war, to strengthen their numbers, and provide a hand within the war, or you've moved here simply to find a fresher start to life. Will you stand on the sidelines in the Neutral Territories? Or will you decide to take part and choose a side? Your destiny awaits you, make sure to head over to our homesite (link found in the Navigation Section) to begin your journey!
This small cafe is cozy and a good place to catch up on a book, sit down for a little bit of coffee and a sweat treat, or to find a small place to work as well.
As Zoelle stepped out of small taxi, eyes tainted by ashen-black contacts scanning the street in which leather black heels struck, clattering of their bases to be heard as she pulled black hand-bag over her shoulder. She would wait for the driver to remove her suitcase from the trunk, his motions hasty and baring little delicacy as woman eventually palmed him his money and allowed him to leave. "Well, at least it hasn't changed too much," the commentary she spoke supposedly aimed at no one, her posture straight and expression deserted of all possible emotion.
Leaving little time to take in the 'prettiness' of the local area, Zoelle would begin to move, with lengthened stride, down the streets length. Her torso being hugged by well-fitted black and plum corset-like top, its base rim flaring out to layered skirt of same mixed coloration with two splits up the front reaching high-thigh. Each collision of boot-sole to pavement generating a click or clack to which would resonate audibly to those passing by and length of patterned stocking covered legs repeatedly emerged from designated slits of dangling velveteen fabrics to bare their delicate appeal. Females pale, olive-tinted flesh letting the evenings light ricochet off in inviting mannerism, locks of deep-purple blended with onyx framed right side of ovular face as painted violet lips visibly pursed as she contemplated which delightful store to enter. Her blood-thirsted hunger was quite satisfied at this point, the fulfillment and flavor of white rabbits delicacy still occupying her throat as she eventually stopped within her tracks.
"Doesn't this look like a quaint little store," dull voice would linger forth as the generally unsocial butterfly spun on her heels and made her way through a small buildings push-to-open glass door. The rattle of wheels trailing behind her as she maneuvered between a few tables, some occupied some bared to reach the glass display of wide-ranging treats. "Hi, welcome to the Little Cafe," a cheery voice arose from teenage girl currently waiting behind the counter, her eyes eager to meet Zoelle's while intensified smile plastered itself to her face, "What would you like and how would you like it?" The inhospitable glower that emanated from vampires eyes somewhat slashed, 'Amy', as her name-badge pointed's, joy, something that gave her internal pleasure.
"I'll take one of your strongest Latte's and a slice of any caramel cake," these words held no true interest. Her expression cascading downwards as she let her bag rest on its plastic stump-legs while spare hand withdrew wallet and then enough cash to cover both pieces plus a tiny tip. As she placed money upon counter she would then begin to tread deeper into buildings openness, a small vacant circular table capturing her attention as she withdrew a single chair and lay her bag at her feet, allowing bodice to meet wooden surface. Expulsion of somewhat now content sigh being let out as she began to work her laptop from her suitcase, assuming as many did this small business had free WiFi to draw in as many customers as it did.
With delicate fingers topped by pointed nails working to set up her device she would let her dwindling enthusiasm finally die off into fixation upon luminous flat screen. Her eyes shifting left to right as she visibly began to read through something of interest, left hand lifting to kiss surface of ebony lace neck-lace baring central purple flower piece and three dangling lilac gems. "Here is your Latte and cake," the same voice, although less spirited this time could be heard in tow of gentle clattering of ceramic dishes upon tables top. Without waiting for a thank you or motion of recognition young mortal scurried off.
Side-wise glance of her ghastly vision towards presented purchases would bring slight tingle to females throat, she had an itch for something sweet and as such she would lightly slide computer backwards and draw both cup of hot liquid and plate of chilled substance closer. Slender nose visibly flaring as she leaned in and took a deep breath, smallest of smiles tinkering with her lips as she detected the overpowering measure of sugar within food. Without paying heed to those now around her she would grasp small metal spoon within her hand and bring small mouthful of aromatic goody to her lips. Eyes closing as she savored the usually untouched food before tongue would rush over lower-lip where a pair of spider bite pierces could be found.
The rogue female would indulge in her pleasurable meal; rotating between small mouthfuls of caramel cake, sips of heated latte and interest of whatever it was she read on illuminated electronics screen. Her senses would only draw her from her focus if anything in the environment changed or brought to her attention something of more interest.
Zara's black knee high boots shuffled across the cement as she strolled along the streets of Toronto. Her senses were alert as her brown eyes flickered across all the buildings. She was hungry and wanted something nice to eat. She had considered the bar, however she didn't want to deal with possible alcoholics. Her bright red hair shifted as she turned her head, reading a sign with "The Little Cafe" plastered across it. This suited her mood and she pushed the door open, a bell rang as she did so. Her gaze immediately looked at a woman, sitting and eating what looked to be caramel cake. It's a blood sucker.
Zara walked up to the counter and ordered, "I'll have one of your iced coffee's and a plain bagel please." Zara kept the whereabouts about the vampire in the back of her mind. This was a neutral territory after all, and it would be unwise to stir up conflict in a place like this. Remembering the letter that the council had given her, there was mention about a war between vampires and the pack. She wondered if this would be one of the vampires that was recruited.
Zara picked up her items, paid and sat at one of the empty tables. Her black leather jacket shifted as she lent forward to eat her bagel.
With small portion of caramel slice to be pushed around within cavern of mouth, the paled figure of dark-haired female would slowly grow rigid. The small gust of fresh air to be blown through recently open door wafting wretched stench in her direction, visible crinkle of her nose-bridge as contact covered eyes lifted from their initial focus to lay dis-pleasingly over the appearance of a brightly haired woman. "I'll have one of your iced coffee's and a plain bagel please," Zoelle listened as the new newly arrived mutt began to order herself something to eat and drink. 'What else did I expect when a war is apparently on the rise,' she thought to herself as she allowed her gaze to fall back to her laptop when the other sat at empty table to consume her own purchase.
As she swallowed her small slice she would then sip at her warmed latte, her eyes zipping left to right as she continued to read whatever it was that seemed to be of more interest than the fact she now shared small establishments air with what most vampires labeled their 'enemy'. She herself though, held little interest, she wasn't here for the conflict that was to be, she was here of her own accord. Curiosity drawing her to settle down for a bit in the cozy town, she had a neutral opinion to the wolves, obviously she didn't -like- them, but she merely tolerated their presence for the ease of living.
As she eventually let herself lean back into her chair she would once more glance around the somewhat charming little bistro, expression fairly careless as she eventually drove her ashen-tinted eyes towards the lycan. She wasn't very far away, and with what Zoelle knew of their hearing she could talk casually without having to get loud, "So, what brings such a creature you to this simple city?" Her voice light and filled with faint interest as she brought ceramic, white cup to purple lips, eyes dancing around the room as she avoided general eye-contact.
Zara took a sip of her drink before her sensitive ears picked up the vampires voice. She questioned Zara about her presence here. Zara put down her drink, somewhat surprised that the vampire had actually spoken to her. She was taught that all vampires hated lycans, however Zara never really felt a hatred towards them. They hadn't given her a real reason, so she was more neutral towards. She had never told another lycan her opinion towards vampire though, there was too much risk with taking a bold stance like that. Zara contemplated what to say next, as she still didn't know if this particular blood-sucker was apart of the clan that she was going to be put against. If she gave too much away, it could be put against her and the pack. However, I haven't actually been formally accepted into the pack yet. She didn't want to be apart of the crowd that she knew would probably form all at once, since the letters were sent out at relatively same times.
"Just journeying and became hungry. Thought this was a nice place to stop." Zara looked at the woman as she spoke casually. Her dominant personality showed a little as she took another sip of her drink.
"Just journeying and became hungry. Thought this was a nice place to stop," the response of opposing species lingering through the air as pale-skinned female eventually settled to stare at the carrot-topped woman. "I guess we have common tastes then," with little interest held within her tone she would eventually gather a small spoon full of cake to place within her mouth, eyes peering at the brightened laptop screen before her as she swallowed her food and sipped her drink.
"I have to admit this is some pretty good coffee," Zoelle spoke in a genuinely surprised manner, usually the quiet type she found in these more sincere confrontations it was easier to act as though she was talking to herself. That, and in this quaint little cafe she could somewhat role-play in her mind that the Lycan could of been human, despite the odor she produced clearly labeling what she was. Pointed nails tapping upon keys as she seemingly responded to or searched up something on her computer, multi-tasking being one of her better points as she awaited a response from the wolf.
"Could I get a refill please?" the comfortably seated and darkly dressed woman spoke slightly louder this time, a single hand raising to capture the attention of a waitress whilst she slid her latte mug and the plate it sat upon to the other side of the table. Other hand reaching to find her money as she found the amount necessary and placed it near the cup for whomever collected it to take. Zoelle barely offering a grateful smile, nod or any confirmative motion as the ceramic dishes were taken away to be replaced.
Zara glanced over at the vampire when she expressed their common interest and her ordering more to drink. Zara ate a little more of her bagel and took a sip of her drink. She thought about this vampire, how it wasn't aggressive and mean like many other lycan had described them to be. Even though they were in a public setting, the vampire could have not tried to start a conversation with her. This made the wolf interested in this blood-drinker. They were getting along quite well. Zara reached into her pocket for a second, feeling the piece of paper the council had given her, which made her think, if this vampire really was apart of this war, would she be so nice? Looking over at the vampire, Zara decided to ask the question burning in her mind.
"So, you apart of this apparent war that's supposed to happen in the near future?" her tone held her interest and she took another sip of her drink. The other lycans were probably at the house, finding rooms and maybe even being put into positions. This didn't bother her, as she looked at this as a temporary job. She was interested in if she would see this vampire on the opposing side. She really hoped not, as she enjoyed the two being civil despite them being natural enemies.
Zoelle thought little of the canine sitting within the same building as herself, her contact covered eyes lingering over the high-lighted screen of laptop before her as a waitress eventually wandered back with a refreshed, hot latte. "Thank you," she let this single offering be heard as she slid the plate with mug upon it closer for easier reaching.
"So, you apart of this apparent war that's supposed to happen in the near future?" this animal seemed actually interested in conversation, and the usually quietened doll peered in her direction. Grayed eyes meeting those of the Lycans if at all possible, curiosity flaring within her expression as she offered a flashed smile, "Sadly, I will not be a part in the councils toying games." Her words were even, stern and yet still dancing on the edge of tormenting play. She'd been offered nothing of interest by the council, her skills not of obvious use to them or the 'clan' which seemingly resided nearby. Slender arm raising the slightest as delicate digits pushed a few strands of violet dyed hair from her face. Eventually returning her focus to her computer as she sought out hot mug and eventually brought it to her lips.
"I take it by asking such question, you will be?" She continued to hold the heated ceramic cup within her grasp, two hands hugging its sides as she rested them upon her chest. She had to admit, while she preferred being solitary, a good conversation was always welcomed. Especially over coffee; after all, that was one of her favorite things.
Zia stepped into the Cafe, glancing around at the Lycan and the vampire that were having a conversation. She turned away and went to order a drink any something sweet. "A latte and a slice of chocolate cake," Zia had always had an eye for anything chocolate, a bit of a sweet tooth per say. Zia paid for her food and sat down, turning the chair so she could wrap her legs around the back. She took a sip of the hot drink, trying not to burn the inside of her mouth. Zia ate bits of the rich chocolate cake as she listened to the two other women speaking. She was lucky that they weren't actung aggressive, it'd be a shame to wreck the cute little cafe in a fight. Zia let out a long sigh, running a hand through her short black hair. Zia wasn't a part of any pack so she didn't feel any strong feeling for or against either of them. "Another slice of the cake," Zia gestured to call the Waiter. She hadn't drunk much of the coffee, she didn't like it much but enjoyed the caffeine. Over the years, Zia had probably developed an addiction to caffeine. She took a deep breath then took another drink of the Latte. Zia continued to watch the two women, small smirk playing on her dark red lips, her dark rimmed eyes shining a bit. Zia enjoyed to watch others, but not to talk. She was content watching how this would go down. By now she had gone through two slices of chocolate cake. Zia scraped a small bit of icing from the plate with her long nail, putting in her mouth to savor it. Zia leaned forward, her busty chest pressing up against the metal of the chair. Zia kept on watching, resting her head on her crossed arms. "Oh, how I hope you stay civil," She muttered to herself. OOC: don't listen to what Zia says, COME ANNOY HER, and don't worry if she's a jerk
The devil said to the warrior. "You will be swept away in the storm," To which the warrior replied. "I am the storm,"
Zara Bancroft
Don't judge my choices without understanding my reasons.
Zara nodded at the vampires answer to her question. It was interesting to meet someone who was not involved in the councils affairs. At least she would have to face her on the battle field, Zara wasn't too fond of learning about who her enemies are before battle. It makes battling harder if she finds out they are actually a kind person, though a heck of a lot easier if they aren't the greatest of people. Zara took another sip as a new figure entered the cafe, a woman who ordered a latte and chocolate cake. Nodding to herself, approving of the choices the new one made.
Zara's chocolate eyes flicked back to the vampire as she was asked if she was apart of the war. She gave a nod, "Yes I am, supposed to be there already but I didn't want to add to the first incoming wave. So I'm waiting for a bit and heading over when there are less people coming at the same time." She ingested the last bit of her drink before politely waving over the waitress. The waitress was quite good looking and when she came back with her drink, Zara winked at her before saying, "Thank you cutie." She noticed the blush that the waitress tried to hide which made a slight smirk form across Zara's face.
Had taken note of a second silhouette, this one yet again a wolf as she strode towards the cafe's counter. "A latte and a slice of chocolate cake," the darkly haired and dressed woman pipped up as she collected her choice of sustenance before wandering off and plopping down within a chair. "You lot swarm like of flock of sheep to a shepherd, if I dare say so myself," she would taunt the faintest at the idea of the town being over-run by more mutts. She didn't hold preference to her kind or theirs, but she couldn't picture sharing the same living space for an extended period of time. Her lack of interest in proper conversation was beginning to dawn as she new clearly she was outnumbered, this second lupine may of been here on other business, but she clearly assumed otherwise.
"Another slice of the cake," the further away woman requested, obviously enjoying the sweetness of her meal whilst, by the looks and feels of it, entertaining herself by watching the vampire and Lycan on opposing side of room chatter. "Yes I am, supposed to be there already, but, I didn't want to add to the first incoming wave," when the bright ginger began to answer Zoelle's question as to her involvement with the war she pulled her attention around and nodded, "So I'm waiting for a bit, and heading over when there are less people coming at the same time." What an odd thing for a lycan to do, the gothic looking female presumed they all flocked in large numbers, the more the merrier as their pack was their life. Maybe she was wrong.
"What a polite thing to do," she let slide from her lips as they soon spread and pressed to the edge of her warm mug, sipping at the heated liquid within whilst grayed vision soon flew across to the other as she heard faint, indeterminable muttering. "You're welcome to join us if you wish," she offered, why was she offering a second dog to join in on conversation? One was casual, two was trouble. Well, so she thought in the back of her mind. Although she thought the newly arrived appeared a tad, unsocial, possibly irritable, she still spoke as she had. Placing down her cup she would reach and finish the last piece of her caramel slice, she herself had a sweet tooth but for now she left the ceramic dish to rest upon table with spoon laid upon it.
For the time being, she would go quiet. Either of the females within the same establishment able to speak their mind at this point, her thought of their kind untainted by bad memories as she leaned back in her chair and nursed her warmed latte cup to her chest sipping it once more. Calm, collected, open and by all means giving off no hint of hesitation, irritation or threat towards those whom outnumbered her two-to-one.
Youre welcome to join us if you wish," The vampire spoke. At first Zia didn't realize the vampire was talking to her. She just sat there for a moment, then she realized that the other woman was directly addressing her. Zia thought for a moment, wondering if this was a good idea, she had been attacked by both Lycans and Vampires in the past. But alas, she had been craving social interaction for sometime, so her urge for a possible companionship got the better of her. "That would be lovely," Zia nodded in her slightly rough voice. Standing up to joined the other two. She gave a small glance to both of them with her dull grey eyes. They didn't seem to be any harm, yet. "Zia, Zia Archipelago," She introduced herself as she sat down, turning the chair in the same way she had back at the other table. Zia waited for a moment, sensing possible nervousness from the vampire spoke once again. "Don't think of me as a dog, I'm not aligned with them. I don't want to join a pack, not ever again," Her voice was biting as she had reached the last part, gradually sharpening as she spoke. She looked from the vampire to the Lycan. "What a sweet girl, waiting for your turn while all of the best spots are taken. Or, are you planning to make room in some positions." Zia smirked, remembering what her father did to become Alpha, she stopped smiling."Or you could just wait, build trust as you go up the ranks. But don't take a loners advice, I'm not good with packs," Zara Bancroft Zoelle
Zara gave a small smile to the vampire as she responded to her plans of the pack. When the other lycan came over, invited by the vampire, Zara nodded towards her. Zia, interesting name, she thought. "I'm Zara Bancroft." being polite, she gave her name to the newcomer. Her head tilted at the questions Zia presented about her ambitions with the pack. This was interesting to Zara. She never really thought to try to receive a high position, especially if it meant violence, though she could try to by building relationships. Zara never really gave much thought to the ranks, as she viewed this whole situation as something somewhat temporary.
Zara gave a slight shrug, "Honestly, I hadn't really thought of it. I wouldn't mind if I didn't receive a high position if it meant someone who really wanted it wouldn't get it. However, being incharge of the warriors would be entertaining." This made a smirk form on her face. She was supposed to be the beta of a pack right now, but ever since her sister had defeated her in battle for the position, she hadn't really thought of trying for a high position. Zara had been floating around, trying to find what was right for her. Maybe, it wouldn't be so bad, if I was in a leading position. Thinking for a moment, she shook the thought out of her head.
"That would be lovely," It took awhile for the second Lycan to respond, her reaction signalling at first she hadn't realized the invitation was being extended to herself. As she rose from her seat and began to move over, Zoelle would let contact covered eyes meet the creatures for the shortest moment, "Zia, Zia Archipelago," the woman offered as she spun a chair around backwards and straddled it contently. "I'm Zara Bancroft," the brightly haired original wolf spoke up next, and following closely the paled doll-like woman would dip her head the faintest, "And I am Zoelle." To hell with last names, no one needed them, it meant nothing and as such she let hers drift into the dark abyss of the forgotten.
"Don't think of me as a dog, I'm not aligned with them," Zia began to speak once more, "I don't want to join a pack, not ever again." This news, well it somewhat startled the older vampire, wolves were supposed to thrive in a group. Their pack was their life; and without one, they were nothing. "What a sweet girl, waiting your turn while all of the best spots are taken. Or, are you planning to make room in some positions," The now labeled Rogue in her mind, began to direct all of her conversation to the other wolf sitting at a different table not far off, "Or you could just wait, build trust as you go up the ranks. But don't take a loners advice, I'm not good with packs."
This particular topic brought the solitary woman to a silence, her eyes lingering between the two lupines before her as she cradled her latte mug and began to sip at its rim. "Honestly, I hadn't really thought of it. I wouldn't mind if I didn't receive a high position if it meant someone who really wanted it wouldn't get it," Zara began to respond, their conversation somewhat maintaining interest enough for Zoelle to continue listening, "However, being in-charge of the warriors would be entertaining." The smirk that hit the lycans face made her tilt her own head slightly, to her most things in regards to rankings were not a joke, but then again, she'd never really cared enough to stay under someones watch and guidance to really understand. "I'll see how try-outs go," the red-haired girl finished off as she fell into her own form of quietness.
"You creatures surely do confuse me so," the alabaster female eventually piped up, single hand reaching to run through the violet strands upon her head whilst her other maintained the held cup. "I was informed at a younger age that you sought out a 'pack', like a religion you all thrived off of the companionship it provided in your lives," make-up encased eyes fluttered between the duo before slinking to the laptop sitting before her. "And yet, here we are, two Lycans before me; one who seeks this group life and one who wishes not too," she continued on, at the mention of the two different wolves she looked at them in turn of their pack need, "But it seems you always present new things to be found out. Your kind is masqueraded by my kind as vicious killers. Killers whom would attack a Vampire on sight and turn any suitable human." She held a slight toying tone to her words, her expression filled with pure curiosity as she leaned into her chair, one leg lifting as it folded over the other and eventually she brought the warm drink to her purple painted lips once more, finishing the liquid within as she then let ceramic cup now sit upon its plate.
"I see now, that those rumors aren't always true."
"I see now that those rumors aren't always true," Zia listend to Zoelle speak intently. The Lycan thought for a moment, pursing dark red lips. "There are always exceptions, but rumors are a nasty thing. I for one hate being stereotyped as a monster who cruelty turns people into monsters and servilly follows my alpha like a house dog. I've met some whom actually fight for vampires, but they're crazy, few and dead," Zia's voice was cold as ice yet incredibly calm. "Still, don't get discouraged, I'm sure each Lycan wants to join a pack once in their life, I was a pack member when I was younger, Beta, Then I decided it truly wasn't for me. And I'm sure your kind, being Vampires, isn't too well thought of by my kind, not that I care in the slightest what the other Lycans think." Zia crossed her legs, shrugging her shoulders and giving a dismissive wave of the hand. "And to be honest Zoelle, your kind confuse me as well. One second I'm kindly passing one by on the sidewalk and the next second I'm forced to rip ones throat out, there are some of every kind who just love a good fight, and some who are too arrogant to realize they are in over their head until they've lost it." Zia took a look at Zara. "Whatever my opinion is on packs, I do wish you luck in your... Try outs, as you had called them," Zia ran a hand through her dark hair. She didn't know what other topics to address, being a conversation starter wasn't her thing, but she did voice her opinion incredibly well. Zoelle Zara Bancroft
The devil said to the warrior. "You will be swept away in the storm," To which the warrior replied. "I am the storm,"
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