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!
Lyra watched all the scenes of the newcomers play out, silently thinking about how everyone would get along. It seems like there was an array of different personalities, which would make things interesting. Lyra nodded to the waitress who promised her fries. With a small sigh, she pulled out a pen and started to doodle on a napkin. This helped her be able to focus on everyone's conversations without looking suspicious. She heard Xalia being playful for a while, then went serious with the new female. Lyra's eyebrows sightly came together as she thought about what the red-haired female had said. Going to train us? Is the council misunderstanding the fact that they have sent people who have killed lycans in the past?
Flash backs started to float around in Lyra's head of her 'job errands' she performed for her father's company. The blood, fights, they weren't all lycan's, there were humans and other vampires too, but she defiantly had lycan blood on her hands. Her hands slightly clenched at the thought of all the vile experiences she had. When she heard Xalia speak of going back to the clan house, a sigh escaped Lyra's lips. She still hadn't eaten anything. Lyra pulled herself away from the bar, and followed her leader closely, stomach retaliating.
"That's good you have a home, I'd have offered a place within my clan if not," she said. At the mention of a clan, the corner of Jace's mouth involuntarily twitched. It wasn't that he was bad at lying or hiding information, he just wasn't mentioning the whole council thing. It wasn't like she had specifically asked if the council had sent him, in fact if she had asked he would not have lied and would have told the truth. However, Jace merely shrugged it off. It shouldn't bother him. It seems I forgot to introduce myself as well, my name is Xalia. It seems we have quite the crowd in here today," she said, looking at the ever-growing amount of supernaturals in the bar. At least now she had a name, Xalia. A lovely name for quite the lovely lady. Her blue topaz eyes skimmed over his human food, a smile dancing upon her lips. He had just had a meal that was, well, more fitting of a vampire. Why not have a human meal as well? However, Jace could see how odd it may look.
"I'll have to go confront the new ones, see who they are, get to know where they came from," she said, rising from her chair gracefully in the way that he would expect from someone like her. "Liam, do you happen to have pencil and paper that I could borrow?" he complied, handing her the materials. When she expressed thanks, his smile was so crazy it seemed like his face had stretched wider, the corners of his mouth pulling all the way to his ears. What a suck up, though it wasn't like he had a choice other than to comply.
Her hands moved swiftly across the paper, pencil in hand. The graphite pressed down on the white sheet, forming numbers. Jace was guessing it was Xalia's phone number, a means of contact that she was granting him.
"I do expect you to contact me if you're ever looking for a clan, or someone to talk too," she said kindly. Though Jace doubted he would ever decide to join the clan, at least while the war raged on, it would be nice to have a friend or at least good acquaintance in this town. She was the first townsperson he had met, and his only possible friend as all other ties with all other people had been cut. She was indeed a kind lady who seemed very polite and friendly, just the person you could go grab a drink with.
As she addressed the others, Jace tore off the other half of the paper and scribbled his own digits down. No matter how fast he wrote, Jace's handwriting was always so neat it looked like it was printed straight off of a computer in Times New Roman font. Picking it up, he politely waited until she had finished her sentence.
"Thank you for chatting with me. This is my own number, just in case," he said, an unknowingly charming smile bringing the corners of his mouth up. Handing her the paper, he returned to his meal. He did not want to interrupt her shenanigans with the new vampires.
Jackal
Don't like me? Have a seat with the rest of the bitches waiting for me to give a fuck.
The man watched with amusement as the red head replied with her entire life story, one that was an absolute bore to the male vamp. To him she seemed eager to let everyone know of her capabilities, even going as far as mentioning that the council sent her to train the warriors. He couldn’t help but let out a scoff as she said this. Jackal knew that this female contained a large amount of arrogance in her personality, for it wouldn’t be that difficult to tell due to having his own arrogance, but what would be the difference between the two of them was that he knew when to contain it, and she didn’t. Well that’s what he thought.
He couldn’t help but snicker after Xalia’s departure, the expression the clan leader had on would reveal to him her dislike to this naive brat, and he made sure to bring out his thoughts of her in his words. “Mind your tongue little one, don’t want to lose it now do you?” He eyed her with his signature smirk, unable to stop himself from releasing a laugh once more. But eventually he turned to look away from her, as he would not waste time on such a petty being, and so instead gracefully rose from where he sat.
The man would gaze at the group of vamps whom seemed interested in joining the clan, and so in need of grabbing their attention he would clap his hands together, before speaking in his charming tone. “Ladies! It’s time we get a move on I believe, we don’t want to keep Xalia waiting.” His grin never seemed to fade away as he spoke not bothered that his voice would reach the many other non-vamps in the building, and with that the male swiveled round to face the door, before strolling out with an aura seemingly soaking in dominance.
----Exit to Clan House----
OOC:(( I don't hate you Dru!! This was all Jackals thoughts, I swear!!! XD))
"I don't care about your past, you're here under my rules. I will see your worth, and will determine what you will do for my Clan," Xalia's tone was firm, her look dangerous, only making her more attractive. Dru nods solemnly, showing the older female she understood. Attempting to lighten the mood, she gives off a contagious smile and sips her martini that the kind bartender refilled. "Of course Mistress Xalia, the damned council may want me to do one thing, but that doesn't mean I do it. My loyalty is to you first m'lady." When she speaks, her tone is deadly serious and her smile drops. A darkness passes over her face, not one of a lie, but one of remembrance. She remembers saying the exact thing to Calixia a few years ago, oh how she missed her old Clan. She saw exactly how similar Xalia was to Calixia, playful at times but still a dangerous woman who could be deadly if need be. Dru knew which buttons to push to set someone off, but she also knew to stay away from them.
"We should get all of you home, and fitted into the house as soon as possible," Dru hears Xalia call out. 'I guess this means she liked me.' She downs the last of her martini and pays for her meal. She winks at the bar tender, "Thank you for the meal." She gives him a bright smile before turning in her stool and coming face to face with the male who'd been a seat away. “Mind your tongue little one, don’t want to lose it now do you?” She gives him a bored look and stands, clearly taller than him at 5'11. She stretches her long body and gives him a smirk mirroring his own. 'Two can play at this game.'"And you should mind your own business. keep in mind that we're going to the same house... eternity sure does seem like along time to go without your favorite member. Although it probably doesn't matter, I seriously doubt that it's a big risk for you." She smirks and bumps past him to get to her car outside.
Dru gets into her car and puts the hood down. She puts her headphones in, putting on the song, "Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time" by Panic! At The Disco. 'How accurate.' She thinks as she puts her aviator sunglasses on, starts her car, and drives off.
~Exit to Clan House~ OOC: I don't hate you either Jackal! Dru doesn't take threats well xD
Taliyah smiled in response to the male complimenting her name. She had recieved similar compliments in the past and was unfazed. She was flad the male did not pursue her more as he begun to order his meal. Quickly she wrote as he spoke, making short hand notes.
She paused only when he wanted his steak rare, which was odd to her. She only knew one other who ordered steak the same way - her later father. The memory of him caused her heartrate to rise and her palms to sweat from anxiety. She still held the smile put the corner of her lips became a little tight.
"Oh, and my name is Tyson," she did not realize she had went on autopilot but was quickly pulled back to the present. She did realize that she wrote his name down as an order and her eyes flashed in annoyance as she scribbled his name away.
"So this is what I have; rare steak, beer, fries, and no salad. Correct?" when he agreed his meal was correct Taliyah flipped her pad closed and trotted off to the kitched. She gave the cooks her orders and sat back and waited for the meals to be down.
The fries were ready first but she noticed that the group at the bar and the woman who had ordered the food had left. Taliyah grunted in annoyance and sat the fries aside, leaving them for her to munch on.
When the rest of the food arrived for Tyson, she platted them all on top of the tray. She carried the tray over to the table in which he sat at, serving up his meal. "Do you mind if I ask how long you've lived around here? I'm pretty new and have a question," she asked Tyson, her head looking towards the door where they all exited at.
As he mentioned part of his order, Tyson would note the increase in heart-rate detectable within the female form standing before him. Her stare going blank as she continued to mindlessly jot-down his order, and apparently his name by the looks of her continual penstrokes after his order was finished. "So, this is what I have; rare steak, beer, fries and no salad," As each part was mentioned he would offer the slightest downward tilt of scruff coated chin, "Correct?" she soon finished off as she awaited his response. "Perfect, thank you darl," he offered as she turned and began to stride back to the bar and kitchen.
With her now removed from his direct attention, he would return to inquisitively glaring at the gathering of blood-suckers, their leader seemingly unimpressed with one females statements and before long, they were all detaching from the bar stools. Dispersing somewhat as they exited in the same direction, obviously to head back to their home wherever it lie.
Rolling his shoulders some, the well-built, tanned male would lead back in his chair, arms casually crossed over his chest as he soon glanced over the remaining figure of 'rogue' vampire to sit at the counter. It was something he cared little about, most vampires lived solitary and even then, clan members roamed alone quite frequently. If he was either, this bothered Tyson not, the territory from what he could assess was neutral, so conflict was the least of his worry.
"Do you mind if I ask how long you've lived around here?" Taliyah's voice broke the silent bubble around him as the multitude of conversations filtered into his ears, "I'm pretty new and have a question." His gaze had once more shifted, deep, almost coal colored eyes meeting her softer complexion as he listened. He'd have already noted that her question must of related to the vampires, although she wouldn't know of their kind, but her staring at the door where they left was a heavy clue to her curiosity.
"Well, I'm actually quite new to the area myself, just arrived earlier in the day," he'd start off, thick voice being filled only with sincerity as he remained watching the human before him. "I'm actually just passing through, heading to stay with some friends," Tyson would continue on, the last word being accentuated hinting they were more likely just acquaintances, "I'd be happy to take your question and see if maybe I can answer it the slightest, if not, then that is perfectly alright."
With that he would bring the beer to his lips, assuming it to be already opened as most were when served he'd let the chilled, alcoholic beverage glide down his throat with an approving 'Ahh' to escape when glass was re-placed upon table.
.:. Addressed:@taliyah .:. .:. Mentioned: Jace .:. .:. OOC: That is perfectly alright..:.
It was interesting, watching them all interact. Even if they didn't speak, the way these people looked around, lounged, or fidgeted gave slight hints as to what they were thinking. She is pleased that not much attention is payed to her; she never had been fond of the 'spotlight', though she didn't know if it was from habit or just personal preference. Anyhow, she could see herself getting along with them, even if there were a few bumps along the way - which was to be expected. Not even vampires were perfect.
She lets a state of relaxation come over her; she was listening, yes, but tension didn't keep her muscles tight as it usually did. Actually, it was kind of calming to hear the steady drone of miscellaneous humans speaking about whatever it is they deemed important - a welcome distraction, even if she did keep half her attention on the party she was sitting with. Her full attention is drawn to Xalia, however, when she is addressed; a small nod is her response as she rises and grips the handle of her suitcase. Walking outside, she simply follows the others to where she assumed she would be staying.
//Exit to Front Porch\\
OOC: Short, but I just want to catch her up with everyone else.
Taliyah watched as Tyson's eyes also drifted towards the door and saw a small flicker, maybe understanding of what the group was. However, his own response about being new in the area threw the female off slightly, if he is new in the area then he shouldn't be able to recognize the group. Should he? She let the silence linger in between them for a moment while she thought to herself, her own eyes growing distant.
Finally popping back into reality, she blinked quickly before a flushed look appeared on her face in embarrassment. "My apologies, I don't know where my mind went," she said, laughing her silence off with a small wave in the air. "If you need anything, just wave me over, alright?" when he gave her the okay, she turned and headed back towards the kitchen, her mind racing with possibilities. Why hasn't anyone documented this group? Has anyone? She would need to do research tonight to see if there was any news articles or rumors about them.
Flicking the pen through her fingers, she leaned against the kitchen wall. She watched the cooks do there work, them giving her slight annoyed looks. She would need to leave here soon before they yelled at her to do something. Looking at the clock she decided to take her first break early. Taking off the apron she moved to the back door where she stepped outside. Once outside, she took a carton out of her pocket, pulling a cream colored wrapped tube from the carton. Placing the stick to her lips, she pulled out her black lighter and lit the cigarette up. Puffing on the thing that will kill her one day, she leaned against the wall, thinking to herself.
Astrid remained quietly seated at the bar, her attention wavering from the lycanthrope, whose very presence was setting her on edge, to where Xalia flitted about from one person to another, engaging in conversation with each of them. At the moment, the leader was engaged in a conversation with a young redheaded woman nearby. Astrid let her thoughts drift for the moment, leaving the crowded bar and making their way through her past, present, and clouded, uncertain future. She had been betrayed by her family and nearly killed by a lycanthrope, one of the foul beasts which she now felt burning hatred for. Now, she sat amongst an ever-growing group of vampires intent on joining Xalia’s clan. What would her future hold? Would she be allowed to remain with the clan? Would she find her place among them? Or, Astrid thought to herself with a tinge of fear, Will this endeavor be the death of me?
"We should get all of you home, and fitted into the house as soon as possible," came Xalia’s voice, dragging Astrid away from her worries and thoughts. Though the leader was directly facing the redheaded girl and that girl alone, she seemed to be addressing the entire group. Noticing this, Astrid looked alertly to the Clan leader, waiting for some sort of signal that she was to leave. She got it when Xalia turned toward the door and made her exit. Astrid slipped from her seat and quietly followed the other woman, leaving the bar and headed for the house.
~Exit to House~
(OOC: I’m so sorry for not posting in such a long time. There were certain times that I just did not have time, but there were others that I did and I should have posted then and I apologize for not doing so. I have been under a lot of stress lately, and for whatever reason could not bring myself to commit to writing a post for Astrid. I will strive to do better in the future.)
The brawny male could feel the lingering gaze of the waitress as he peered off after the group. Indeed he knew who they were, and that the females question possibly related to them, but, he would not offer the woman any answers.
As the last of the group vanished, the brute brought his beer to his lips once more, eyes dropping to his steaming meal before rising to peer at the distanced gaze of Taliyah. Then, she suddenly blinked a few times over, her visage becoming pink with embarrassment a she looked back to him.
"My apologies, I don't know where my mind went." Her light laugh and gentle wave easing little of the minor tension as he merely glared at her with that same smile. "If you need anything, just wave me over, alright?" Nodding the slightest he would allow her to take her leave, after all, he ordered a meal that he planned to eat.
Bringing himself to lean forward the slightest he would set his drink upon the table. Eyes lingering over his serving as he grinned and picked up his utensils only to begin shovelling a mouthful of steak with some mash into his gob.
"Mmhmm," The light murmur of pleasure to escape filled mouth as he glanced towards the bars counters. Aiming to give the waitress an applauding nod for the good meal, though, instead he spotted no Taliyah. She'd obviously headed into the kitchen, and without a care as to what she was up to, he'd merely roll his shoulders and continue to eat.
Get better Zoe 
