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!
The inside lounge, also known as the living space of the entire house, is huge and can accommodate any number of Vampires. This is also where most of the Vampires will eat, and perform recreational hobbies and such.
The male vamp strode into the lounge, looking round before making his way towards the large glass windows that shone view of the forest the clan lived by, one where they would hunt and possibly spar, he actually craved a good fight at the moment, plus he wanted to see the capabilities of the other clan members, surely Xalia wanted the same, and so they would all eventually do so. Years of experience were on his side, yet he remained intrigued to see the others in action, it would make the journey all the more fun.
Thinking about it he would call out to one of them that was in the kitchen, eyes would remain focused on the outside world while he spoke, his voice soft yet menacing in some way. “You haven’t said much have you darling? Why don’t you come over here so we can have a chat. Hmm?” Surely she would know that he meant her, she hadn’t spoken at all during her time here, and he had a slight interest in what she was here for, and what she shall provide to this clan, and the upcoming war. Arms folded over his proud chest as he awaited her response or her approach which he would prefer.
Vivian steps quietly into the lounge, lips twisted downwards as she glances over at the man. She didn't really know what to make of him so far; he was obviously confident if not arrogant, and seemed to not have any trouble voicing his opinion...which is why his tone of voice now threw her off a bit. Not to mention she had been hoping to get by without drawing attention to herself; socializing and people in general were troublesome, for lack of a better word. She honestly had no idea why he was even a little bit curious in her, and half hoped that he lost interest. Suppressing another sigh, she drifts over to one of the sofas facing him - she could see him, at least, but was still far enough away to remain comfortable.
"I didn't think we had anything to...chat about." Her voice is quiet, and she grimaces - raspy as usual, from both disuse and vocal damage. Ah, well, she was audible at least. "Do you need something?" She highly doubted it, but business and favors were easy to handle - at least there was a set goal, there, unlike this. Small talk? Interrogation? Hm.
He couldn’t help it, her words caused a chuckle to be let out, a smile planted on his lips as he remained to gaze at what lay outside the home, though every sense focused on her, as if eyes were on the back of his head, as if able to smell the ginger that floated off her soft lavish hair, and able to see the emotion of annoyance in her words, plus, even if she hadn’t come up close he wouldn’t be too disappointed, distance could be crossed quickly if needed.
The manipulative Jackal quickly understood the game, yet he yearned to know what piece she was on the playing board, her possible moves and most importantly her motive, for she was a challenge, and he loved challenges.
Little fazed him when she put forward her bluntness, he remained intrigue, and the more she pushed the more he pulled. “Oh don’t be like darling, come now, will start nice and easy. How about your name?” Only did his head turn slightly to the right, allowing him to side glance at the little creature. “Mine’s Jackal.” Again his deceptive smile broadened before he turned his skull back to the window while awaiting her response.
When he chuckles, she draws her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and resting her cheek on her knees. It was small movements like these that she favored; body language that practically screamed I'm weak willed, I'm nervous, not a threat. Don't mind me. Whether it be crossing her arms over her chest or 'unconsciously' ducking her head, she had done things like this for so long that it was second nature. She had learned a long time ago that underestimation was one of the strongest weapons she could hold, and nothing caused it quite like body language.
Eyes shifting away from him, her gaze wanders around the room, fingers playing with a loose strand on her jeans. She could feel his attention on her, but she doesn't let it bother her too much. "Oh, don't be like that darling, come now, we'll start nice and easy. How about your name?" When he turns his head, she meets his gaze, though her own was too unfocused to be considered challenging. "Mine's Jackal." The vampire didn't really see what harm could come from a name, so there isn't much hesitation before her answer. "Vivian." He looks away again, and she looks out the window as well. "I must say, this is probably the nicest interrogation I've ever been in." She considers adding a stutter in to reinforce the idea of being non-threatening, but she decides against it. Despite the thought that goes into her every move, though, everything that passes her lips and every shift of her limbs seemed completely natural.
Ah, it was a rare soul that could see through her layers. Sometimes she herself wondered what she was hiding.
"I must say, this is probably the nicest interrogation I've ever been in."
Slate orbs snapped up at her words, brows furrowing and smile turned into a thin line at the sudden disappearance of the girl’s bluntness. Where had it gone? He had himself turn round to face her, one arm folded over his chest and hand griping the bicep of his other arm, the arms fingers delicately placed under his chin and round his cheek, a thinking posture he had taken too long ago. Peering up at the ceiling he took to trying to understand what his instincts were trying to point out to him, but eventually he would put the thoughts to rest, unable to prove that she would be hiding anything, and so he returned to the conversation, a grin returning to his expression, but a little more forced than usual.
“So…. what abilities, or shall we say….benefits, are you bringing to this clan?” Hand that had been up near his face lowered back down near its partner again crossed over the chest, a more relaxed position the male found it and so slowly began strolling, his pace indeed unrushed while he made his way round the room to look at what it had to offer, all this would be done only to appear less interested in her, yet it wasn’t true, for he was now deeply wanting to find out more about her, that was if she let him.
But she was only one of the many females that were in this house hold, each with the possibility of catching the monsters eye like this one had. But they would all had to wait their turn.
She furrows her brows as his position abruptly changes, his easy expression gone as he turns around and adopts what she thought to be a contemplative stance. Apparently, he was perceptive enough to notice her shift in attitude, but since he didn't call her out on it she pushes it to the back of her mind. It didn't matter. Tugging her hair over her shoulder, she begins to braid it in the hopes that keeping her hands busy would serve as a distraction from her growing exasperation. The grin - seemed a bit false, actually - soon returns to his face, though, and as he starts to walk around the room she leans further into the cushions of the couch. It was obvious to her that he saw her as a puzzle, of sorts, and she suspected that if he lost interest she'd be left alone.
"I-" She breaks off to clear her throat when the syllable comes out as a croak. "I heal." She could fight too, of course, but she thought that maybe something like medicines would come off as unimpressive. Or, at least, would lead one to believe that since she cared for injuries she was no good at inflicting them.The ginger is distracted, however, by sudden movement from the kitchen; what sounded like a knife embedding itself into the wall followed by an outburst by the young girl from before. She can't help but grimace, just a bit - not that she had a problem with more...expressive people, she just didn't see the need for unnecessary volume.
Rising from her seat, she pads across the hardwood floor to where her suitcase sat, brushing past Jackal with what she thought was a generally friendly pat on the shoulder. "I'll be going upstairs now." Despite the nonchalance of her words, her face was almost comical; the most expressive she had been thus far, with the obvious downturn of her lips and furrowing of her brows, her entire being practically radiated the sentiment that 'this situation is troublesome'. It actually seemed like she was retreating more out of a dislike of speaking rather than a dislike of giving out information. With a small wave, she grabs the handle of her luggage and begins to carry it up the stairs, quiet voice rasping out a "It was nice speaking with you." Before she vanishes upstairs.
Get better Zoe 
