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!
A well decorated bar and grill, this place serves the finest of all American Cuisine. From steaks and potatoes to some seafood plates, there's a bar to accommodate those over 21 as well.
Jace stepped cooly into the bar, tired as could be. He had just driven to Toronto from California, bringing all of his belongings with him. Hearing about the abundance of Vampires and Lycans, forming a clan and a pack, in this area had intrigued him. He had already purchased an apartment, one whose balcony overlooked some of the forest and woods of the area. Jace's eyes had slight bags under them, and his hair was ruffled. The drive and moving of furniture had made him a little tired, but what had him really exhausted was his lack of sleep. It had been a few days since he had shut his eyes for more than thirty minutes, when he had decided to move to Toronto. Now that he was here, he was hungry and thirsty. What really sounded good was a good beer and perhaps a burger. This bar had seemed like just the place. As he stepped in, he felt a group of girls giggling and glancing at him. Smiling slightly in amusement, Jace took a seat at the bar. Someone was ready to take his order immediately, and were off in an instant to get his drink and food ready. He was rubbing his thumb and index finger along the stubble of his jaw tiredly when he noticed a giggly girl next to him. Jace could clearly smell the booze coming off of her in intoxicating waves, and her behavior also displayed her drunken state. She was laughing and hiccuping uncontrollably, her hair a mess, her dress was messed up, and one of her shoes seemed to be missing. Suddenly, Jace's craving for the burger was fading as he realized how long it had been since he had drank blood, specifically human blood. "Hey there," Jace said to the blonde lady. She gave a rather impressive belch and turned to face him. "Hello, there sir," she said, her words slurred. "You here- with- anyone? Girlfriend? Friends?" she asked, hiccuping the entire way. Damn, this woman was messed up. "No, just me," he said smoothly, looking at her chocolate eyes steadily. "But I guess you could say I'm here with you, now," Jace said, a slight tone of flirtatiousness apparent in his voice. The girl opened her mouth to say something, but instead hiccuped. Jace's food was set down in front of him, and with a thanks to the bartender, he scarfed down the burger in a few bites and took a few swallows of the beer. "Oh, god…" the girl muttered. "I better get going." As she started to unsteadily rise out of her seat, a bartender stopped her. "Hey, lady. You shouldn't drive like that, and you didn't pay for your last three drinks," the bartender said, gesturing to the girl's empty glass. Wow, last three? She furrowed her brows. "I don't… I don't got no more cash on me," she said, her half-closed eyes blinking slowly. Without a word, Jace pulled his wallet out and handed plenty of money to the bartender, waving him away when he brought back change. He merely considered it paying for his meal. "I'll drive her," said Jace, taking his car keys out from his pocket and helping the girl out of the bar on her unsteady feet. She was giggling and putting her arms around his shoulders, his waist, anywhere she could. Jace just let it happen. Silently, he slipped her into his car. "Where do you live?" he asked, turning the key, the car humming to life. "The apartments- just down the street… Number 101…" she said, her words bubbling. How convenient, those were the apartments where Jace lived. Rustling through his bag, he found his chloroform cloth and quickly and efficiently put her to sleep. In the blink of an eye, he shifted. His teeth grew, his skin paled, and his bloodlust grew. Using his teeth, he punctured her neck and took long, good gulps. He stopped himself before she was too drained, sitting back in his car seat. His eyes turned red, and he relished the moment before becoming human again, driving to her place to drop her off.
Tyson walked with even pace towards the only bustling hot-spot he could find within his new destination. The lights lit up a large portion of the street outside even during the day, the music being heard faintly from outside and the chatter hinting as an under-tone to the rhythms. With a well fit black plaid button up on and taut black jeans clad around his waist, he let heavy boots strike the ground below as he opened the door to the inner bar 'n' grill to reveal the lively crowd of obviously close citizens. Who knew so many gathered at this time of day. Barely impressed expression crossing his face as he moved towards the bar, chocolate-brown eyes scanning the nearest waitress as he leaned against counters surface and flashed her a smile of pure ivory teeth. "Mind if I get one of your best beers?" his voice was thick and pliable, offering the woman sincerity without being overly so and aiming to avoid possible gruffness.
He would let his offered grin dissipate as he glanced around the filled room, his interest in anything happening at an all time low, though still it was better than staring at nothing. He listened to the different voices, each one notably different yet all molded together in in-distinctive blabbering, "Here ya go," the chipper voice of a shorter, brunette pierced the brick of every other voice as she slid a bottle of who knew what in his direction. "New here, aren't ya?" with a slight Texan accent she stood on opposing side of solid bar, watching Ty like most did. The burly male merely nodded in response, single hand pulling a brown leather wallet from his pocket only to slip her a note that covered the drinks cost, plus a little extra. "Thanks," he'd let slide through his lips before wrapping callused hand around chilled bottle and bringing it's rim to his parted mouth, the bitter alcohol was allowed to fill his gullet before being forced down his throat in two to three hefty gulps.
With wallet in one hand and beer in the other, he'd let oak vision search for an unoccupied table, fixating on a small corner table where it seemed all but one chair had been pinched he would begin striding over. Maneuvering the chair so he could prop his legs in crossed manner upon the table, perfect sight of entire bar at his disposal as he continued now to sip his drink. He'd remain here for over a good hour and who knew how long really, occasionally signalling for the same girl to come over with the exact same type of drink each time, giving her the money for it plus a tip each time before settling into his place and observing the 'civilized' manner of drunks gathered to eat steak and harass any woman.
As the time went by he began to feel a churn in his stomach, he'd traveled a good few days without truly stopping bar an occasional wiz break and thus his hunger was peaking. This brought to him furrowed brows and pursed lips, he'd come in by the main road, and he assumed the forests surrounding this place were all occupied or at least claimed by a pack or possibly even blood-suckers. 'Guess I should find a place to rest and figure out what to do tomorrow,' he quickly thought up a small plan to himself before placing his 5th bottle on the table once empty, feet swinging to hit blackened boots to wooden boarding as he lifted to a full stand. Offering one last quick nod towards the girl who'd served him each drink he would make his way back outside, heading straight for his pale blue rust bucket of a truck. Picking the keys from his front pocket he would hop in and head towards a more reserved alley just behind a local apartment complex, it was covered from plain-sight and open enough to fit his vehicle as he hopped out and worked to unveil the covered trunk which held a fold-able mattress and the wooden pallets it was to be sat upon.
He had no issues with being seen as he slept, in all honesty under the stars was good enough so he'd make himself cozy on the un-sheeted bed arms folded and hands propping under his head, legs extended and crossed over as he merely lay staring at the open sky. After all it wasn't quite time to sleep, the sun was still preparing to set and he would enjoy watching the shifting painting above.
“I see…well that’s wonderful, your parents must be proud.” The belief that he even cared was a mask upon him, the lie rolling off his tongue without a second thought, slate grey eyes watching the female next to him, watching and waiting with patience for the right moment. Fingers would delicately hung round her waist as he sat beside her rather uncomfortably close, for once his hood had been allowed down in order to lower the amount of suspicion and better the chances of him getting a meal, not that he would ever doubt his abilities. She was a college student, having come down to Toronto for a break for a few days and soon met Jackal, how unfortunate that was. Her name was Amanda, and little did she know what fate awaited her.
“So what brings you to Toronto?” Her voice was annoyingly chirpy, but she would do as a meal nevertheless. The question had brought on a frown which he quickly corrected, securing his mask of deviousness. The thought of being threatened to come down here brought saliva from the back of his throat to spit at the shoes of the council. “Ahh… Toronto… Little Toronto.” His thoughts were not revealed in his words, for she would not need to know of the true reasons of his arrival to the bullshit of a town, but as much as he would deny it, the many killings and chaos he brought to the countries he had visited was what placed him here, the council fearing of the release of the vampire secret due to human suspicions, yet Jackal found no understanding to their reasons, and only finally agreed to come for their stating of his great abilities that could be put to use in such a big of a war against what he thought of as filthy mutts. “Just here for a visit, nothing more.” Again with the lies, truth not needing to be told to a little, pathetic creature that would be soon gone from the world.
Crossed legs would inch themselves closer to the girl, mouth near her neck as he breathed in and out, the sound becoming huskier with every whiff he took, but this vile act he was about to commit was not to be done here, no, somewhere more, private…. “Come….” He purred, as the hand that lay at his side pulled up to caress her cheek as he repeated himself. “Come…. Come with me…” The man rose from where he sat, tugging along the girl who so desperately wanted what she thought she was going to get, yet failed to see she was hanging round with a mad man. Knowing she would follow he turned round into an alley, one which he had used for the past couple of days, for this girl wasn’t the first. He would walk backwards deeper and deeper into the dark, an index finger would signal her to come closer, to enter his trap.
One. Two. Three. Her final step was into the arms of the beast as her lips collided with his but moments later were left gasping for air as his fangs bit down on her neck, elongating to their full extent, eyes burning red, and skin pale and white. A growl echoed through the alley as her nails dug into his back, like a mouse trying to fight off the lion, yet, there was no way of escaping. In a swift movement he twisted her round and slammed her back into the wall behind them, his teeth still latched on to her neck, her skin grew paler by the second and she neared death.
When little blood was left in her body would Jackal let go, allowing her to fall limply to the ground, and in an attempt to store her O type blood he would kneel down and open a drinking flask and near it to the wound, allowing whatever blood that was left to flow into the bottle. Placing the blood filled flask back in its position he would then unsheathe one of his daggers, twirling it with in his hand. “Sorry sweet heart, but your college days are over. It’s lights out for you.” With that a stab to the heart brought the end, yet he continued to speak to her dead body. “Poor you, never had a chance did you? Was just some depressed girl.” Jackal begun removing her heels. “Who thought she had enough of such a dreadful life.” He would toss the shoes up on one of the buildings. “Who decided to commit suicide by jumping off a building into an alley way.” The man would stand, and with his foot, he stepped on her chest, crushing ribs to give evidence of the story that he was providing, that undoubtedly the humans would believe, even with the littlest of evidence. “How tragic….” His head tilted as he pouted in mockery, gazing at the lifeless little Amanda. “Well I must go now… see you in hell.” The man would finally leave and stroll out the alley, he sheathed his dagger and would pull up his hood and hands would then dig themselves into his pockets before he turned on his heels.
Jackal would reenter the bar and grill, sitting himself down on one of the stools, the bar tender would approach. “Get me anything. I don’t care.” He wave the man off to get him something worthy of his drinking for getting to close would increase the amount of blood lust which he already had as for Jackal, when it came to blood, there was no limit, plus he could smell the rotting stench of a lycan, which wanted to make him snarl, the smell irritating his sensitive nose. The man would return sliding the glass towards Jackal not wanting to get any closer, the vampire caught it easily. He gulped down the liquid, the taste distinguishing his thirst for now, eyes returning to their normal shade, yet remaining hidden beneath the hood.
Leader Xalia
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Xalia, with the wind within her hair, and the small smile having faded from her lips, came to a small stop as she approached the outskirts of town. She knew that racing through town would be a grave mistake, considering it would potentially scare any of her meal options if they were to see her doing such sports. Reaching back to fix her hood that was furled up within a ball. Slender fingers fixed the mess, and brought her to look more presentable than before. She had hoped to keep it that way, considering how well she had been able to look nice before when glancing in the mirror every once in awhile to make sure she was looking good. Turning her head to the side to see if Lyra had kept up like she had stated she would show Xalia she could, she headed down the street, towards the local Bar and Grill. She would be able to find something there worthy to eat, but of course, she would be picky. Some homeless man that was on the street was fast food for her, while the more dressed up men and women would be a gourmet meal. She smiled as she noticed a couple enter the Bar and Grill, seeing as they were both dressed enough to give her the impression they would taste good, Lyra and herself would be able to feast at least upon the female if the male were to prove to be difficult and get himself killed instead. But other scents caught her attention.
There hadn't been rogues within Toronto for sometime, considering the fact that she did visit and keep tabs on this. But it seemed there were two Vampires, and one Lycan in the area. This would make for a serious encounter if the Lycan were to attack. If he were under Pack Orders however, he would know that the neutral territories were a place where that wasn't allowed, and that if he were to attack, there'd be a small argument that she would have with the Alpha of the pack. Xalia hadn't met her personally, but she knew of Acacia, since she was her opponent within this war. The Council had given her plenty of information upon the female Lycan, and Xalia was pleased to know at least her opponent's name, instead of going through the awkward motions of greeting each other in battle, since that would be the only time that they would see each other.
The Lycan didn't seem to be within the Bar and Grill, so she moved towards the doors, motioning for Lyra to follow her. She could see a man inside, his hood up over his face. She was glad that the clouds were covering the sun right now, or else she'd be an uncomfortable hot, which wouldn't be good for public appearances. Although, that's why most of her skin was covered. Entering over the threshold, she paused for a moment, looking around to find a seat before she decided upon a stool, right next to the male Vampire that was in there. Just by his scent she could tell that he was one, and she would address the situation immediately."Hello Xalia, fancy seeing you here on this fine afternoon," the bartender knew her all too well. She visited the place many times, and it proved her to be a regular customer, ordering food and drinks. "I'll take the normal Liam," She said with a small smirk towards him as he sauntered off to get her a Blue Russian, something she quite enjoyed.
"May I ask what you're doing here?" She said lowly, turning her head towards the male that was within the space. She hoped Lyra had followed her to sit on the opposite side of Xalia, away from the male, since she was of no high authority within the Clan.
Lyra stopped as soon as Xalia did, making sure that she didn't go in front of Xalia as a courtesy to her dominance. Lyra looked around, acknowledging the humans that were walking or standing around the bar. She noticed Xalia moving to go into the building and Lyra quickly followed behind. Lyra took in the scents of who was around and noticed that there were more than just humans in the area. There was lycan around, she hoped not in the building. Lycan's have always brushed her the wrong way so naturally she would rather not bumped into one in public. There were vampires as well. Lyra followed Xalia up to the bar and sat beside her, noticing that Xalia sat right beside one of the present vampires. She didn't want to sit on the other side of the vampire as she knew that would be disrespectful. Out of curiosity, she listened in to what she would have to say.
Lyra heard Xalia ask the vampire about his presence. She had not realized that Xalia already ordered a drink. So she turned to the bartender, "This is my first time being here, so surprise me." Her tone was light, but her face serious. Now that they were in public and around other vampire, Lyra wanted to keep her formality. She isn't one to smile around strangers, however would be polite. One would want to be polite back, though she can take negativity. If someone had the nerve to disrespect authority, her mood would change. However, she wouldn't do anything without permission from her leader. At most, she would just give a harsh glare to the person to remind them of their place.
OOC: Sorry if that was confusing in any way, I am still trying to wake up fully, so my brain isn't thinking as clearly haha
Jackal
Don't like me? Have a seat with the rest of the bitches waiting for me to give a fuck.
The glass was slammed back onto the table after a massive gulp, not a drop of liquid remained; his fourth cup had come and gone. It had been a good thirty minutes since Jackal had entered the bar, and he was reluctant to leave as he was to go to the clan house, and would constantly procrastinate and per long the amount of time he stayed. “Nothing better to do?” The bartender asked. “Nope.” The vampire replied with little emotion at the time.
A sudden breeze would enter the quiet building, Jackal acknowledging that someone had entered and therefore didn’t need to look as he already knew that they were both vampires, females to be exact. And so instead of moving away when one sat beside him, he simply grinned. His thoughts wondered to the fact that it was a shame that female vampires could not be easily killed, or dumped without them coming back for revenge, for if there was such thing he would be picking the off one by one with pleasure, as sex with a human was nothing compared to a vampire, they had beauty that was incomparable, and each touch was as if a bolt of lightning went through one’s body, how much Jackal longed for such feeling but his player like ways meant he would leave them once he was satisfied, and not all female vampires like this, but for those who did he was delighted by.
"Hello Xalia, fancy seeing you here on this fine afternoon,"
Xalia…. How interesting…
The man found it funny how instead of him going to the clan, they came to him, which made the introductions all the more sweeter. He would side glance at the lady as she asked him a question.
"May I ask what you're doing here?"
The council had told Jackal about Xalia, but what they hadn’t told was that she was such a beauty, even the one besides her, the two of them looked more than capable of fulfilling his pleasures. His snake like tongue swept across his lips before he spoke, grinning wide as he turned to face her, hood still on and cup still in hand. “Just drinking away my anger.” A loud clang was heard as again the glass had collided with the table, he leaned forward, closer to her face, yet still quite a few inches away so that he didn’t enter the girl’s personal bubble. His breathe smelt of his drink as he whispered hoarsely. “You see darling… I don’t want to be here… but I’ve got no other choice.” With a jerk of his wrist he slid the glass to the bar tender. “Get me another one.” He remained looking at the female, and once the glass was refilled and slid back into his grip he leaned back.
The vampire spoke once more, but no longer in a deathly whisper. “My name is Jackal. I was sent by the council for one reason or another to meet you and join your you know what.” He took another good sip, expecting them to question his name as many thought of it as silly, though even if it was never his real name he found it suiting. Liquid followed down his throat once more before he addressed the obvious. “Look. I’ll try and be submissive, follow your orders, be respectful and all that other crap. No promises. But… once this war is over and all is done, I’m out of here.”
Xalia looked towards the Liam, smiling to him as he returned with her drink, a small Blue Russian that she could sip on as she held a steady gaze on the male vampire, keeping her posture dominant while he brought himself closer. She had far too many encounters like this, the Vampire finding themselves all high and mighty or too much below her to even look at her directly. This male was of the former, bringing himself close enough that she could easily smell the alcohol on his breath, and she looked over him, letting her blue eyes clash against his as she let her dominance bring itself forth. She took a sip of her drink and listened to his statements, noting how he spoke, the way he looked at her for something more than just casual conversation. "Well Jackal, you're quite the character," She said, not looking away as she took a sip of her drink. "I'll have to keep that in mind when talking with the Council next," She scoffed, pulling herself back to a more relaxed position, taking a sip of her drink as she let her eyelids fall slightly, her head leaning back as she gulped down the entire drink.
She had an idea of why this male was looking towards her, he wanted something much more than to join her pack. He wanted to have fun with all the females that would be there. She found it amusing that he wanted such things, but she could admit that she would indeed find herself attractive if she were to have been looking through another's eyes. "Well, not sticking around after the war? My, and I thought we could be friends," She scoffed, her eyes daringly looking into his once more, challenging him. He'd be fun to play with, and she was already enjoying her time. But, she didn't want to necessarily leave Lyra out of the conversation. "If you're going to be joining me, then you should at least have some respect for my company as well," She said, beckoning towards the girl next to her. "Her name is Lyra and I expect you both to play nicely,"
The bartender brought Lyra her surprise drink, which she still didn't know the name of. She didn't really care, as long as there was alcohol. She listened in to the conversation and noticed how close the male was to Xalia's face. He was bold, maybe a little too bold for Lyra's liking. This made her tense up a little and she took a sip of her drink to help calm herself. Xalia's the leader, she can handle herself. Lyra circled the liquid around in her glass, it was strong, which she liked. This made her glance over at the male when he ordered for another drink. As if he needed more alcohol. She looked back to her drink and drink about half of it. She didn't want to blur her senses too fast. As much as she liked to drink, she knew that it didn't take much for her to become tipsy.
Hearing the male introduce himself, she wondered about his name. Why Jackal? Lyra slightly narrowed her eyes thinking, but brushed it off. She would use it as a conversation starter for later. She heard Xalia introduce Lyra and she looked up at the male, "Hello, nice to know you're joining. Even if it is for a little while." She said with a mix of seriousness and playfulness. He was actually pretty attractive, but she wouldn't let that go to her head. If they were to get along, they would need to break the ice a little.
Astrid Layton
I do not trust easily. So if I tell you "I trust you", please, don't make me regret it.
Astrid walked purposefully down the street, the heels of her shoes clicking rhythmically against the pavement. Though the sun was bright, shining down on the vampire, she was safe; she would need to be exposed to its bright rays for far longer before even the slightest of burns would appear on her lightly tanned skin. Her dark-brown hair appeared to shine in the bright light, the red-brown streaks at the front seeming to lighten in color because of the sun. Her blue eyes glittered in the radiance, reflecting the daylight like shards of colored glass, sharp, hard, and beautiful. As she strode down the street, she heard whistles, calling her attention to the gawking faces of several young men. She rolled her eyes unnoticeably, but shot them shy smile, allowing a light blush to dust her cheeks. She didn't trust others, no, and she wasn't usually this manipulative. However, she had learned that, in this modern era, it was quite easy for her to use her beauty to lure in her prey.
As she continued along the street, Astrid could hear footsteps not far behind her. Looking back, she could see that one of the boys had followed her. She quickly turned a corner into an alleyway near the Toronto Bar and Grill, looking over to see a boy with brown hair and dazed green eyes stumbling after her. Her advanced sense of smell allowed her to smell the alcohol on his breath even when her was still quite a ways away from her. The man was getting closer and closer. "So," he said, his words thick and slurred, "you been in Toronto long?" Astrid bit her lip, looking up at the human with a sly glint in her eyes. Meeting his, she could see the wild look in them, tainted by potent alcohol. She suppressed a shudder, remembering the same look in her own father's eyes after he had been drinking, right before the screaming, arguing, and beating would begin. She hated having someone so close to her, especially someone who was so obviously out of their own control. "No," she said sweetly. "I only just got here." It was almost as if her reply had been ignored when the man spoke next, his face leaning closer to hers. "You're pretty," he muttered, his voice running together in a drunken slur, almost unintelligible. "Thank you," she said, rolling her eyes, once again unnoticeably, with disgust. She mimicked his movements, leaning in closer. Her eyes flashed dangerously. With blinding speed, Astrid shifted into her full vampire form, her skin becoming as pale as moonlight and half-inch-long fangs sliding from their sheaths and into the man's neck. The human cried out in pain, gasping for air. Astrid's eyes glowed blood red as the man's blood gushed into her mouth, trickling down her throat. His skin grew ever paler, more and more blood being drained from him every second. He was quite close to death when Astrid released him, guiding his body to rest against the brick wall of the alleyway. He would be unconscious for several hours, his bone marrow working desperately to replenish his blood, but he would soon be fine. His friends would find him sooner or later and most likely assume that he had passed out due to too much alcohol consumption. Feeling satisfied, she exited the alley, absentmindedly wiping a small drop of crimson blood from the corner of her mouth with her thumb.
Astrid walked into the Toronto Bar and Grill, a few heads turning to stare in her direction. She took a seat at the bar, though she had no intentions of drinking. A voice on the opposite side of the wood-topped bar caught her attention. "Can I offer you something to drink ma'am? Whiskey? Beer?" the bartender asked. Astrid shook her head. "No," she said flatly. "I don't drink alcohol. I'll have some water." The bartender shrugged and shuffled off. Astrid had promised herself that she would never consume alcohol for the entirety of her mortal life. She had seen first-hand the monsters it could turn people into, and she would not allow it to happen to her. She looked up and thanked the bartender as her placed a glass of water in front of her before walking to attend to another customer.
Astrid reached into her pocket and pulled out a slip of paper, unfolding it carefully. She read it over for what must have been the hundredth time since she had received it.
Astrid Layton,
Due to your recent battle with the lycanthrope known as Nicolas Heinmann, a decision has been made by the Council that it is time for you to join a clan. There is one near Toronto that we are expecting you to approach, lead by a vampire known as Xalia Revitsa. Do not ignore these instructions, and do make haste in arriving to the clan. We will be keeping tabs on your actions between now and then. If you do choose to take these orders lightly, you will not be offered a second chance. Should your skills in battle be useless to Xalia and her clan at this time, it will be her decision what is to become your fate. Please find the address attached to this letter and arrive as soon as possible. You are to give this letter to Xalia as explanation to your appearance.
The Council
Astrid sighed. She had arrived in Toronto as instructed a few days before, but avoided the clan ever since. She had been given her orders, but it was not her wish to follow them. She struggled to trust others. How was she expected to fare in a place where she would be forced to trust other vampires? She'd never been able to trust her own parents, never had siblings, never had a friend. The only other people in the world she felt she could even remotely trust were the vampires from the Council who had raised her since the young age of 47 years, the ones who had rescued her from her own parents. Another thing that made her so uncomfortable with her orders were that the previous 100 years of her life had been spent as a rogue. Why had her fight with that lycanthrope suddenly caused them to want her to join a clan? The mere thought of her battle caused her hand to slip to her right side, where the scar the battle had left her with still resided, a pale strip of skin to remind her that no victory comes without pain.
As the doors to the bar opened, the fresh scent of vampires was brought inside the building. Astrid looked up to see two women, both vampires by scent, enter and sit down at the bar not far from her. Focusing her attention on them out of pure curiosity, Astrid noticed that the man next to them was also a vampire. She hadn't noticed him before; the scent of booth vampires and Lycans had hung in the air, telling her that many rogues of each species frequented the joint, and she hadn't payed much attention to the smells after that. She must have overlooked which scents were far more fresh than the others. However, it was not the mere realization that these three were vampires that caught her attention, but the mentioning of one of their names. The bartender's voice had rang through the air when the women had entered the bar, directed at the one with blue eyes and black hair. "Hello Xalia, fancy seeing you here on this fine afternoon," he had said.
Xalia.
Astrid's ice-blue eyes widened with shock. She had been sent to find the clan and its leader, but now, even though she had been evading her, Xalia had come to her. Though the leader's appearance at the same time as the young female's was coincidental, it made her wonder if it was a sign that she was truly meant to approach, not hide away until she was sure. The dark haired vampire took a deep breath and stood, walking over to the woman, nervousness evident in her actions. "E-excuse me, Xalia?" she said, her voice shaking slightly. "I didn't mean to interrupt, but I was sent here to find you. This should explain..." the young vampire trailed off as she handed Xalia her letter. She stood, nervously rubbing one of her arms, her body tense with fear, like a spring coiled to its tightest.
She taunted him and he absolutely loved it, it made him shiver with intense pleasure as she challenged him, his grey orbs dared to look into her blue ones. His pale fingers finally found the glass that he had placed on the table, and wouldn’t look away as he took another good long drink, finishing the liquid which made him feel as if there was fire down his throat, yet the sensation was soothing in some way, satisfying his hunger. He would then place the empty glass back on to the table, including the amount of money that was required for having five glasses of alcohol in one sitting.
"Well, not sticking around after the war? My, and I thought we could be friends,"
The female was proving her dominance and Jackal found himself releasing a sly chuckle upon hearing her words, enjoying the girl’s confidence, tormenting him with her flirty statements. “Well well well… someone likes to tease… hmm.” The man would tilt his head slightly as he spoke, playfully flirting back yet knowing he probably had no chance of getting in bed with such a gorgeous female, not without getting kicked out of the clan due to finding someone else to feed him his desires once he was done and finished with her. Though he was being quite flirtatious at the moment, his deadly being was never too far beneath the surface, never too far out of sight, and never losing its crazed need for sex and blood. But for now he would remain the way he was, curious and an absolute creep.
"Her name is Lyra and I expect you both to play nicely,"
Jackal had almost forgotten about the one who sat beside Xalia, the girl finally speaking up after her silence during their conversation. “Nice to meet you.” He replied, his grin never seeming to disappear. “Don’t worry, will play real… nice.” He laughed once more, enjoying it all, for now. The vampire would suddenly turn his attention to another who had approached the three, he wasn’t sure but he may have smelt her earlier, but that wouldn’t matter now would it. Instead, he silently observed her figure as he waited for Xalia to address her, aware yet bothered by the fact he was to follow her orders, it was something quite new to him and would take some time getting use too, probably at some point he would act defiant, but then again, who wouldn’t want to follow such a pretty lady.
Jace, after having driven his meal home, walked back into the bar in his human form, excluding his eyes which were fading from the red tint of a recent human meal to his regular stormy blue. He had not had nearly enough beers yet. In the bar there were many new people, whereas before it had been empty. Two female vampires, a male vampire, and yet another female vampire. When the scents of these fellow supernaturals hit his nostrils, nostalgia took him back to a dark place. The bodies of his opponents lay injured, battered, bruised, beaten, bloodied, etc. in front of him. The sounds of crowds cheering and booing, the feelings of his own new sets of bruises and scars upon his body. Then, after he had left his career of fighting, he had been contacted by the council not via person but via mail. That was what had really brought him to Toronto… Quickly, Jace shook himself out of his memories. These people in front of him were not his enemies, not the people he was meant to fight or hurt or be hurt by. Just regular people in this bar. With a small, inward sigh, Jace realized he may need even more beer than he had thought he would.
Walking to an empty, isolated spot on the bar apart from the four strangers, waiting on the bartender. His white shirt stretched over his back as he hunched slightly, placing his elbows on the bar and using one hand to hold his jaw with his thumb and index finger. Dark, long brows knitted his forehead together causing a few crinkles. A bartender was quick to come over. When she asked him what he would like to drink, he questioned what their darkest beer was and ordered that. With a nod, she was off and Jace was back to thinking. Calling the bartender over again, he asked for directions to the bathroom. Following the direction of her finger, he excused himself and strode off.
Closing the door and locking it, he pulled a lighter out of the back pocket of his jeans. Pulling the letter out of his pocket, he looked at the signature. It was signed by none other than the council itself. Narrowing his eyes, Jace flicked the lighter cap with his thumb, watching the little flame flicker and become bigger. Holding the note over the sink, he set it afire then dropped the letter in the fire-proof sink. When it was nothing but ashes, he proceeded to rinse them down the sink, simultaneously putting the fire out. Putting the lighter back in his pocket, he opened the door and walked back to his spot at the bar.
A fresh, dark, frothing beer awaited him. Sitting down, he grabbed his calloused, rough, bruised hands around the cool glass and took a big gulp. His Adam's apple moved up and down with the movement, and in just thirty seconds he had downed the entire glass. He was not hesitant to order another. Running a hand through his ashy, dirty blonde hair and running his crystalline blue eyes over the bar, he managed to hear (by accident) a part of the strangers' conversations.
"E-excuse me, Xalia? I didn't mean to interrupt, but I was sent here to find you. This should explain…" Jace took a quick glance over to her hands, which carried a letter. A letter that was a carbon copy of the one he had just burned. His gaze turned steely, and he looked away. Swallowing and making slight fists with his hands, Jace realized that the person he had been meant to speak to and join forces with was in this bar with him. It was just too bad that he would not be joining forces. The rogue life would be good enough for him, observing the war. He wanted no more fighting in his life.
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Xalia had been preoccupied with Jackal, he was much too fun to be around, and it proved to her that he would be a good personality to be involved with. As he mentioned playing nice with Lyra, she was about to provide him with a response when another female approached, someone that was stating she was from the Council, and handed a paper towards Xalia. "Darling, there's no need for that," She said, waving off the small piece of paper. Looking over the girl, she smiled to her. "I find it fit that you aren't lying to me, and if you were, well, the Council should have told you how much I hated liars," She quipped, looking towards Jackal as a small warning to him as well.
But what caught her attention was another vampire that entered. He was different, his posture rough and rather ragged, something that fit a rogue such as himself. She knew that he however, was not here without purpose, although that purpose he himself did not seem to acknowledge at first either. Bringing herself up from her seat, she brought herself over to him, presenting a posture that was dominant and telling him that she was friendly all the same. "Why hello there, may I ask your name?" She supported the question with a small wave to Liam. "I'll be paying for him as well," She smiled towards the bartender whom only nodded towards her commands. He'd seen who she was truly, and wouldn't say anything to upset or go against her. She loved how humans acted like that.
Jace had nearly downed another beer when, out of his peripheral vision, he saw one of the female vampires heading towards him. Looking at her out of the corners of his eyes, Jace saw that it was the one whom another vampire girl had addressed as the leader Xalia, the very vampire he was supposed to speak with about joining the clan. Sipping his beer nonchalantly, Jace gave a small smile as she sat and set his beer down. She was dominant, though completely friendly. Jace, with his slightly hunched over the bar, arms resting on the counter, made no move to appear dominant or submissive. Just casual and friendly, nothing more nor less.
She was of an average height, around 5'4" or 5'4", give or take. She was quite thin, appearing quite light as well. Her eyes were icy blue, sharp and piercing. The girl's hair was black, wavy, and rolled all the way down to the small of her back. Jace could definitely see this vampire as the leader of a great clan at war. Rubbing a thumb against the dark stubble that lined his jaw, Jace wondered what brought her to the bar and why she had come over to talk to him.
"Why hello there, may I ask your name?" The dark-haired woman waved the male bartender over. "I'll be paying for him as well," she added, smiling towards the bartender who nodded in response. How nice of her. Jace crinkled his dark eyebrows together a little, and smiled slightly.
"The name's Jace. May I ask yours?" he asked, though he thought he already knew. Fingers wrapping around his beer glass, he took a swig before setting it down to speak again. "It's very kind of you to pay for a stranger." Jace pushed thoughts of clans and joining and battling to the back of his mind, it was not happening. The city of Toronto was nice, and not a bad place to be a rogue. Sitting up straighter, his white shirt wrinkling over his back, Jace looked at her with a smile and kind face.
Taliyah had woken up late for her duties at the Toronto Bar and Grill. She was late by an hour but this was also only her second day on the job, she hoped that her boss - Liam - wouldn't mind her slight tardiness. Apparently he knew her father which is why she got the job as quickly as she did and cash front up - under the table of course - so she was able to move into her apartment sooner. However, that money she was supposed to pay back monthly, by that he took out some of the money she earned from her paycheck. So the money he gave her was like a loan and she worked it off, which made her feel slightly trapped and just couldn't trade this job in for another. At least not until her loan was paid off.
As she stepped in through the doors, she noticed quite a few people at the bar, which was good. They would be closer to the kitchen and she hopefully would be able to take their orders quickly. There was also a few other patrons towards the back, but they seemed to be fine with their drinks for the time being. Quickly coming around the bar, she went towards the back. She caught Liams stern look as she ducked into the doors and into the kitchen. She immediately could tell they were under staffed, as there was only one chef and two others working in the kitchens, and no busboy. That meant she would double on jobs today, busboy and waiter.
Stepping out with her bad of paper in hand, apron of her neck and tied behind her back, her hair tied backwards in short ponytail, and a pen in the other hand she approached the people at the bar. She gave a sideways glance at Liam who was busy at the other end of the bar, probably keeping tabs on anyone who ordered drinks. "Hello! I'll be your waitress for the evening, my names Taliyah, how can I help you?" she asked, as the group appeared to be together and she had no knowledge that they all came in at different times. She had her pen at the ready, starring at the first person on the stool; the man had grey eyes and dark brown hair, he seemed to be quite short actually which peeked her interest at how much taller she was compared to him. Although she was starring at this man, any of the other patrons present could comment on what they would like to eat or drink; alcoholic or not.
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