Title: Here I thought I disgusted you...tsk
Adria Mcpherson - March 13, 2009 07:31 AM (GMT)
Adria was in a rather distinctly unsettled mood, Soren had stood her up, they'd only been friends longer then fucks and when did he get off thinking he could leave her all by her lonesome? Then it got all the better, Johnny had found a subtle way to piss her off by taking her car, yes she had a car, it was a fad that she'd pulled up during her recent excursion to piss off Valentine Kelly, the local douchebag of the century that at some point in time she might have fucked if they'd ever seen each other again. It was the truth of things to say that Adria was a little bit cavalier with her personal life, and it was genetic, niether of her parents were settled, and it was a huge surprise that her grandparents on her father's side were still together, Tasia was a bitch, true blue, not the kind you wanted to fuck the kind you wanted to leave to rot in some dim corridor, Her grandfather had settled for the wrong girl, but the right girl had settled for someone else, tangled web. Adria actually had no clue what Bella's side of the family looked like or were like but by the way she acted, it was clear her parents were kindred spirits, and Aiden, her brother, was less likely to settle then Adria, which meant three generations of relationship failures due to lack of interest, nothing was going to change unless the circumstances were changed.
Which leaves us back to where Adria was and what she was wearing. Where, about five steps from the shrieking shack, and heading in, for no better reason then that she wasn't in the mood to socialize so she was not going to go into a pub or a shop, her outfit, a dazzling red dress, tight, leather, and down to her knees, but as always with these ones, it was slit up both sides to her mid thigh, she'd been going to look fuckable for Soren, so much for that. In fact, as she passed the fence, it bent and curled, her rage was a little out of hand, and the deep breaths she was taking to not actually kill someone, were not helping.
That said, the impudent rage found an outlit right as she was about to go in the door, a young fellow, probably not out of Hogwarts yet, had followed her, tapped her on the arm, standing as if he fucking owned the place and her as well. She only knew this for the single glance she had over her shoulder as she dispaired at his timing, a cheap pick up line, a small quirky smile, he'd probably heard about Ethan. SHe smiled finally, her fingers ran up his chest much like she enjoyed so much to do when she was actually coming onto a guy, and turned him, pressing him against the wall of the building.
"Oh baby, its craddle robbing"
She purred in his ear, and even went so far as to kiss his jaw as her wand flashed out and ripped through his skin under his rib cage, he screamed, it was delicious, even as it was muted by a simple spell, it was time to remind the world who she was, well, at least him, the town was rather empty. she turned his intestines into birds, not an easy feat, and then pulled her wand out, the blood dripping from it.
"Off you go now"
She said sweetly and patted his cheek, shoving him off the wall and back towards town, the unanswerable and silent screams of the boy were al lthe sweeter then had she been able to hear him, and somthing in her chest and gut fluttered, a huge excitement, as he stumbled, he wouldn't live, no one would be able to know what was wrong until his own stomach fluid came pouring out his mouth and he died rather painfully she might assume, it was the whole rat under a hot bocket against one's belly theory.
Bon Gravis - March 13, 2009 08:01 AM (GMT)
In an attempt to learn more about where he was now, to understand the people, and more so, the prey, Bon had taken to exploring the wizarding part of England. Here was a world hidden like his, a people that lived like his did, and yet they'd had sway over his kind before, at least in these parts, even had some of their own changed into Lychen. Who were these wizards, these dealers of magic, and how could he use them, what were they really other than food really. Brooklyn had dealings with him at some point, this much he knew, for Adria had said something along those lines, and he wanted to know just how true it was on his own, not willing to insult the man himself and ask. And so he'd gone to Hogwarts, found himself in the forest around it, a rather suitable place for a werewolf, but stank of bastards, not real Garu, like himself, and so he walked quickly through the place as he could, heading toward the town he'd heard was near. There he met with an interesting surprise, Adria, in a more interesting outfit than the one he'd seen in her last, if you counted her being naked any form of dress. He smiled to himself as he watched her, keeping himself hidden for a bit to observe her, she intrigued him after all. She tempted him, braved speak back to him when he could easily rip her limb from limb and suck the marrow from her bones for fun. He enjoyed it though, her mouth made him want to kiss her just to shut her up, and the fact that neither wanted to submit while wanting the other so much, or had at least in their last meeting, entertained him.
It still upset him some that anything other than a Garu woman could effect him so, but Adria seemed to come off as something more human than human, and it excited him as much as it disgusted him. His eyes glowed as he watched the boy approach her, narrowing them as he watched her shove him out of view, and he ran swiftly to stand in a better place to watch, fascinated with how she dealt with him. He had no idea what she'd done to the boy other than stab and mute him, but that in itself was something to applaud. Had Bon any idea of the cruelty, the sheer malice in her actions and the spell she'd performed, he would have been impressed beyond words, but as it was, he had no idea, and so was only mildly tickled by what he saw. When she shoved the boy away and watched him, Bon saw the moment to make his move, silently walking up behind her, straight and calm, and stood there a moment, just taking in her scent, which he enjoyed very much, this time not starving and so was able to simply breathe in. There were a number of clever things he could think to say, but nothing was very much like him to ever really utter, so instead he slowly slid his hand over her chest as his arm wrapped around her, aware he'd startle her, but was ready to stop her hand from striking him or wand from aiming any spell at him, a smirk dancing playfully on his face.
Adria Mcpherson - March 13, 2009 08:44 AM (GMT)
"So you want birds for intestines too?"
She asked rather viciously, unhappy that he had startled her, nay, livid of the fact, she wasn't in the most pleasant of moods after all. But the real shock that got her was this, and yes she could feel the way he held her and could actually smell him, it was faint, but you never lost the scent trace of someone you had slept with, or at least she didn't, but again, what shocked her was him doing anything of the like to her, she had been well aware that he held a certain distaste for her and his urges to screw her, or even be near her. So why was he back? Finally she nearly grinned, it turned to something like a sneer however as her mood swung up to greet it, whatever he had felt, his desire for her was stronger, now she had a few extra strings to yank on.
She twisted in his arms and faced him, an eyebrow raised, her hands going to his chest as if she would push away. Shock evaporated into something like condescension, he had no right to be touching her, she hadn't told him he could, had not been in any way provocative towards him, nor had she ever thought she would see him again, especially not in the context of familiarity, in other words, not like this. Oh, and she had filled him in on every detail of why they had met, and everything she knew about the MD and his new pack last time, in the short times between being engaged in sexual activities, after all, they had not met to fuck. She almost felt bad for him, he'd known nothing, as if the pack was walling him off, as if they might have been testing his dedication to being with them, and so she'd helped to spite them, her own twisted game. Her toy needed help, and as long as she'd given him her favor for the night..why not?
"respect my boundaries...boy"
She said finally, not overly angry with him, after all she liked his embrace, had anyone seen her complaining last time? Adria didn't play hard to get but she never played limp easy, mostly, she just played, but her ego, her brandished weapon of choice, resulted in her wanting to be asked, wanting to be embarked upon, even as she demanded a man show initiative, like he'd just done, for that, she didn't pull from his grasp. And her words were nearly teasing, commanding as they were, there was a reluctant smile on her lips, probably in response to the smirk on his lips, after all, smiles were contageous.
Bon Gravis - March 13, 2009 09:05 AM (GMT)
So that was what she'd done to the boy, poor soul, but it was an idle threat to him, since he knew she hadn't given than human she'd just pretty much killed anything half as much as she'd given him. And so Bon continued to simply smirk lightly as he watched her turn in his arms, barely feeling the twist she gave. All he could do was watch her, amused by her desire and sheer inability to truly fight him, and though she knew this, she had to, he still liked to see her try, as if one day she might actually be able to overpower him with nothing but herself. That day would never come, mind you, but he liked to see that hope in her eye, that malice mixed with desire, as he knew his desire for her showed in his eyes behind the light that lit them. He said nothing to her calling him boy, though some anger flashed in his eyes, he knew she'd enjoy it too much to see a true reaction too soon, and he wasn't about to give her anything just yet, not as well as he felt now, not with his strength and full wits about him. Instead he moved into her, backing them against the wall of the building, and leaned in to run his nose through her hair, still able to smell himself on her, though faint and mingled with others as it might be, he was still there, and so his mark had been left and for that he was pleased. Finally he pulled away and smiled at her, the same condescension she had in her tone now in his, "If I respected you I might," he told her simply.
The fact he could smell other humans on her, not just one or two, which was bad enough, but it was like she'd housed an entire city within her, and so was nothing to be respected, since she obviously didn't respect herself. And yes, she'd helped him, she'd pleased him and made him cum, and then she'd even gone so far as to tell him all he needed to know about this less than perfect pack he planned on joining, but one was better than none, at least for now. Had she not been used she would have shoved him out her door with nothing more than what he'd gotten from her in the sexual release she could have denied him as well, but there again, she hadn't. Though she might deny it to herself, she wanted him too, despite their both loathing the others existence, of sorts, and this was the most amusing thing about her, that she acted so very self aware, and was, more than most at least, but something so basic she denied to herself, to a point at least; it showed in her eyes. But he had to test her, drive her patience, so asked, "Admit you're glad to see me," enjoying that neither would do anything but demand of the other, rather than ask, for that would be submission, and they were both far too proud. The smile grew across his lips, knowing he'd caught her in a fowl mood, one that might very well be common for her, but either way, his being there made it just that bit better, in whatever way she chose, it was still true.
Adria Mcpherson - March 13, 2009 09:32 AM (GMT)
He was wrong of course, had he known the other men she had dallied with, he would have at least grasp the concept, he could not place himself on the list of being the only person worth her time, since he did not want to be there, no? Her list was also not that spectacular, each man in his own way had profoundly earned whatever she had given him, even this incompetant asshole that even now plagued her with his presence. She thought that and nearly laughed out loud, what man that she was attracted to was not an asshole that forced himself upon her, though without mistake, she was a clear invitation in and of simply how she dressed.
"No, you respect them anyways"
This only said after she was pressed to the wall, none the less it was a command, ringing in the air and with a grunt she shoved him away, far enough, anyways that she could duck away and place herself a yard or so away from him, smoothing her dress and then looking back at him, her eyes glinting like stones, she was hardly amused and somewhat bipolar in her behavior perhaps simply because she did not know whether to laugh or kill, she wanted moreso the later and hoped rather dreadfully that he realized that, passion and lust aside, she wanted to hurt something, destroy something beautiful that was not herself.
"That begs the question, what need have I for you again, pet? I had you, I liked you, but encores? no"
She replied and folded her arms, her statment was not entirely true, encores were a yes with a guy like him, but why give him the thrill of knowing that? even if her body had shivered, or had moved in a moment of thoughtlessness to let him smell her, to touch her beyond those boundaries she had set. But it was delivered quite deliberately nonetheless, cold, even dismissing of him, after the other night what new tricks could he possibly have that would astound and awe her? casting a silent barrier spell, it wasn't strong, but should he approach, he'd hit an invisible wall long before he hit her, the game of cat and mouse was enjoyable both ways, especially when the mouse had a few tricks up her sleeve. As she had done before, she was prevoking him, knowing damned well this time he had a better chance of playing and winning, she only knew he liked the fight as much as any other part, everything he said begged her to resist, to push him away,m and this she would gladly do to see how far he would go, to see how vicious this could get, it excited her, not physically, not yet, but mentally, she liked the challenge, she liked clashing, it made everything go better, even if she could be sweet, cuddle, she wouldn't, and likely never with him.
Bon Gravis - March 17, 2009 06:54 AM (GMT)
A bitter smirk crossed his lips as his eyes narrowed and he watched her back away, humored by her defiance and her insistence in demanding any form of respect from him. Adria had the presence of a garu woman, which made it a shame that she wasn't, but maybe that was half of the appeal to her, that she had the bravery to act the way she did around him. His eyes went squint a bit more when she called him pet, a name that would have earned death for anyone else, but he reminded himself that she was human, she was stupid, she had to be taught how to speak to him. It was obvious he wanted her around, otherwise he would have tired of her and simply walked away, taking her idle threats and demands and letting them carry him with the wind. Instead he stood there, looking her over some more, before speaking to her but in a truer voice than the one he had used before. "Pet? I am no one's pet. But if you wish to see me as that, so be it," and with that he stepped slowly toward her, changing as he went, becoming lupus for her, walking on all fours. He was beautiful in this form, or so he always was told, stunning even, with the colors of a prince, his eyes glowing the brightest from the contrast of his fur, and he seemed to have a smile as he looked at her.
"Is this what you want?" his voice was so much stronger this way, deeper, more steady. Bon began pacing around Adria, staying as close to her spell as he could, not trying to break through it, but enough where she thought he might try. He stopped in front of her and turned his head back to look at her, "Don't let my form fool you though, I heel to no one, submit to no one. If you insist on denying yourself the truth by telling me you don't want me, then fine." Wandering back into the alley where it was safe for him to take his homid form again, and did, standing tall as he faced her, the humor gone from his features. "I think you do though. Just looking at you I can tell. But don't say it, that's fine. Words are overrated anyway." Bon stood his ground then, making no move toward her, though none away either. They wanted one another and he was determined to prove it, and since he had on his end, as much as he was willing to, she had something to either give or walk away.
Adria Mcpherson - March 17, 2009 07:21 AM (GMT)
He was breath-taking in lupis form, she would give him that, not particularly attractive but by her book that was a plus, she wasnt' settling her will to an animal, just there to observe the magnificence of the creature that he was. Poor guy seemed so determined to prove she wanted him, an obvious extension of his desire for her, but she by no means would let him have her just because he was being a good little boy and sticking around. The persistance was flattering however, and she could twist it in her mind to be something it wasn't, he didn't need her, but she bent it that way.
"You are impressive, but I never asked you to submit, and.."
She let the shield down, her hips swaying as she apprached him, fingers finding their way over his chest and around his neck, sensual but hardly leading, she had no real intentions at the moment in the physical direction, but Adira was by nature a touchy feely type girl when it was on her own terms.
"pet was an term of endearment, Bello Diablo, isn't that...exactly what...you wanted?"
She said this and leaned in tip toes again, her heels tonight were shorter then usual, but sufficient.
"me to want you?"
She breathed and then relaxed back onto the pads of her feet as it were and looked up at him, eyes glittering malaciously. He was so quick to jump all over things she said, she could have laughed at him, though in truth, when she'd called him pet it had been surrounded by harsh words of rejection. Stupid wolf, knew nothing of humans, just that they were tasty treats, were they supposed to be like wolves? They had been once, men ruled, bigger men led, and the women were the fodder, the sex and the mothers, they had evolved, but hardly forgotten, she talked to him that way because she was his equal, no matter what he thought, what he had in strength, she had in magic, and she could make herself into a wolf, she could fight him like one, but why would she? Especially when her animagus form was a Siberian tiger, white, majestic, and above all else, the exact opposite of a wolf, a loner. She wanted badly to show him that, to take him on that way, her pride wanted it of her.
"But what fun would it be if I just gave in?"
SHe asked and let go of him, looking up at the shack and then grinned, the grin changed as she did, fitting her smaller form easily into the creature she loved best, the tiger, and then she leaped, a small plato of the shack caught her and she leaped again, taking to the roof after yet another jump and then looked down at him, imperious, proud, and had to supress the urge to roar before disappearing, waving a paw of invite as she made her way into the attic of the building, shifting form once she was safely on the old breaking Divan that was hidden up there, continuing to smile.
Bon Gravis - March 17, 2009 09:22 AM (GMT)
His eyes followed her to him, his face cold and unresponsive, but all the while he couldn't help but want to smile, even just the crack of a smirk to show her how pleased he was. But part of him wasn't, this attraction was wrong to him, something he knew shouldn't be, but the game they played was so addicting, and her touch was something almost comforting, though he knew the true nature of her and the way she looked at him. Adria could care less about him, this he knew, and he hated to admit to himself that it almost hurt to feel anything for a person who thought of him as nothing more than a mangy mutt. Then he looked at her, the way he did, and saw flesh he could eat, blood he could drink, and a frame so fragile he could pick his teeth with her bones and not think twice about it, and knew he couldn't look at her that way. There was a good deal of conflict within him already as he stood there, hearing her confess with that hint of condescension, and already his heart was no longer in their game. Maybe he'd been imagining someone he knew wasn't her, or simply felt a need for something after his entire world had ended around him, but either way, it was something she'd never give him, and he knew this. He'd begun this chase though, and like a man of his word, which he was, he would follow it through for her, chase her if she wished, until he couldn't any more.
His heart pulled at itself when she changed, watching her become a beautiful beast, something more than human, just as he imagined she was, how he knew she was more than just food. It pained him to see her like that, to see her dangle herself before him, her form, the way she moved so perfectly, it all just made him want her more, and in turn made him want to leave even more. Bon took a few reluctant steps forward before falling back to where he'd been when she beckoned he follow, looking behind him, as if looking at those spirits of the past, his family haunting him, before he changed back into his lupus form and followed. The sounds of the decaying house around him echoed in his ears, made for a strange coldness that filled him, as if, only now, he realized how truly alone he really was. His new pack was nothing of his old one, could barely match it, and this new life, this place, was nothing of what his heart longed for, the forests he'd lived in. But this woman, this human he had found, nearly made him feel like it had been a trade that fate had given him, and so he slowly climbed his way up the stairs, following her scent toward the attic. He found her soon enough, and as he entered the room, rather than go to her, not meaning anything more than his own defeat, laid down like a beaten dog on the floor, not looking at her, but instead letting his eyes close, feeling all the pain he'd been holding back, though he still fought it.
Adria Mcpherson - March 17, 2009 09:47 AM (GMT)
Adria blinked a moment as he came in, the room was not well lit, but something about the way he was there made her wonder, honestly if it was all a fascade, all the bludgeoned hatred and pride, what could a creature like this actually have? Had she not shared a bed with him before she might have sincerely believed that he swas a weak beast pretending to be big and bad, but you don't fuck like that with no serious ego credit to your psyche. He looked so defeated though, she had done her research, she knew damned well his new pack was a sham in face of what he was once expected to be part of, she could understand that, her adoptive father/uncle was a real let down from the parents she could have had. Belladonna could have made Adria twice the woman she was, but had left her to David, Adria's father's brother, a weak, wholehearted fellow that compromised everything he believed in to make the world more kindly towards himself and his family. Perhaps it was that mild streak of indulgence that led Adria to her next action. She shifted back to the tiger and stepped down from the divan before it shattered, after all, she weighed in at nearly seven hudred pounds, and stood eight feet high when on her hind legs, an impressive feline to be sure. She padded over and nuddged his muzzle, licking just beyond his ear close to his neck and then bit him almost playfully, before laying down and staring at him, her nose not even inches from his face.
Her voice rang out in his head rather then all around the room, a gift of the creature she was in the form of, a gift much like that of the pack of wolves he was in now, they could speak to one another through minds, hers was a little less widespread however.
"A man who feels sorry for himself when he has a woman like me, and he does HAVE this girl...at least for now"
She finished, the thought was languid, more musical then her human voice, which was not easy, but it had a certain amount of etiquette, a different sort of dialect and sound in that form, obviously she thought more eloquently then she spoke. Her intense blue eyes, a rarity in the tigers themselves, whos eyes fell into blue grey most often, never once left him, it was possible she didn't even blink, she did konk him on the head with her padded paw, and left it there, just because it amused her, it was nearly the size of his head, oh her human form was so petite, yes, but he'd learned the fun way it had more to it then meets the eye.
Bon Gravis - March 17, 2009 10:20 AM (GMT)
His brow barely shifted as he stole a glance at her, something almost adorable in the mannerism, like that of a dog, but more human almost, his coldness showing through his eyes. He made no move at any of her pokes and prods, her nip at his neck barely registering, and her paw atop his head nothing more than weight to add to that he already felt. Letting his eyes to hers, which he had to admit were beautiful in any form, though this one held true majesty, he took his time answering her. "You have no idea what I've lost. I do not pity myself, not so... I haven't had a chance yet to mourn for them, and you..." Then was when his pride kicked in, not that of a garu or that of a man, but that of someone hurt and confused, a lot dog bought for the holiday that was well too aware of his being put down when he was no longer cute. he words had stung him, and even more the way she'd said them, for now. Bon wasn't one to want, he needed what he knew to survive, and outside that he could not want for anything, it wasn't who he was, he was a reluctant leader, but one none the less, and had been a selfless one, an eager teacher, happy to be part of something so grand, so meaningful. "Do not pity me," he requested bluntly, not wanting pity or some fools attention, "it will pass, it's just a moment, it won't own me."
Part of him almost wanted to explain, to tell her what he wasn't aware she already knew, just so that the spirits haunting him might rest, instead of him always carrying them around with him. It wasn't his nature though, she couldn't understand what it was like, and even if she could, he wouldn't want her to know. This was his pain, it would pass, as he said, but it was his to live with, and his alone. She only cared for now, only entertained by his company and his misery, his power and ferocity in bed, but he was nothing more to her. If she intended keeping him around and things changing, it was a hope he didn't bother holding, though he almost wished for it, already the pet she'd called him, and he hated it, but for now, for now he was just a dog lying on the floor before her, something small and insignificant to her. He could change forms, be in his hispo form and match her size, but he remained lupus, his eyes still locked on hers, wishing so many things he'd never say, and almost crying. "You are more than food," he told her finally, an admission that took so much to say, "I still won't bow, but you're not worthless to me." Maybe neither of them would ever bow to the other, but at this point, he could never ask that of her, his pride had fallen enough before her to show he believed her something of an equal, something few ever got from him and it be the truth, he only hoped she understood and that he wouldn't be asked to say it again.
Adria Mcpherson - March 17, 2009 11:01 AM (GMT)
Even in her cat form the smile was nearly visible, mostly in those eyes of hers as she let her paw slip off of him and she shifted back, sitting on the floor, legs splayed out one over the other to one side and she balanced on one arm on the floor, resisting the urge to pet him, he was, after all in a very shapely form for being treated like the animal that he was.
"And you are not just sex to me"
She countered and inspected her nails, as if there was ever anything wrong with them, but that was hardly the point, it was impossible for her to say anything that brought men above sex toys, even Soren, if you asked, she would simply state that he was there for her physical entertainment, she wanted to see him, to fuck him, but it was in passing, there was something rather heated about even the sight of Bon which plagued her with intriguing notions, though not right then, right then she was above him, at least physically, and it felt very much like he was contradicting his own words, he could have been 'bowing' she enamored herself of the thought, it wasn't so, but it was better then wishing he was in human form, trying to invade her personal space.
"Now perk up, you arn't just sex but I'm not a shoulder to cry on, figuratively speaking, I'm glad you lost them, so that I could have you"
She said, and tried not to smile, she was that selfish, or she was trying to get him angry, probably both, after all, if a good guy wasnt around because something was keeping him, like a fucking marriage, to Adria, they damned well should have been, spoiled? no, we repeat she was nothing close to spoiled, she was simply narccissitic and self centered, if things were not going the way she wnated, they should not have been going at all, she would have to learn otherwise were she to be, perhaps, a werewolf, but this was not going to be the case anytime soon, and so she did not have to change. Plus ther ewas only so far she could go with the nuzzling and the loveliness that she had shown just moments ago, her words of for now and such were based on the premise that she did not expect him to remain interested, and in turn, she spent a great deal of time keeping herself detached, it was not difficult, she had a knack, but she refused the be the one left standing in the rain, waiting for the tears to stop and glad for the rain drops masking them, she'd been that girl one time, though it had lasted no longer then a moment, but she had learned fast, it never hurt as much as it should have, and it was never worth it to invest, they didn't love you anyways, her theory, love, real love, was for two fat people that needed each other so bad it was like a communcable disease, and so they could love the other without hope of another lover and without will for another one once they'd given up.