[Simon] Lake View was a lovely place no matter the time of day. So much of it was removed from the bleak and impoverished regions of town. There was still a sense of warmth and comfort here, though now and again that relative comfort was broken by the occasional anomaly. Simon was an outsider, the kind of man who people avoided. He didn't belong here, he wasn't a part of polite society.
People kept away, and that much suited him just fine. He never really cared for people and at the best of times saw them as little more than pleasant additions to the landscape. Something to look at, and walk past. As much as society might look down on Simon he knew full well he was above them.
Spite and Disdain weren't the only thoughts the Full Moon was capable of. There was a wide array of emotions from Hate to Displeasure to Distrust to downright Disgust. He was far more complex a creature than many would imagine. Certainly there was more to the full moon than many would guess at first glance.
Simon made his way past the theaters, and pubs, and dance clubs where well dressed young men and women gathered to waste their hard earned money on distractions for the evening. Something Simon would need to think about... But for the moment he was simply out for a stroll. Maybe a park, worked out well enough last night.
[Moira] There are nice places in the city, Lake View was one of them. It caters to the wealthy, harboring high-rise condos, and vintage storefronts with pricey loft apartments in manicured "safe" neighborhoods. The upper class mingles with the socially-elite and intellectual - housed inside community theaters, pubs, and artificial pockets of the Wyld carved out in small niches and once-vagrant lots in the form of city parks.
Under the silver sickle of a grinning moon, the pale light does not have a chance to grace the city landscape, or shine off the tallest of buildings. The orange glow of the streetlights cast a golden hue over the downtown regions of the city, drowning out the natural light of the moon and stars. A constant overcast of clouds rolls by, blanketing the night sky with a promise of rain and cooling temperatures, when they should normally be sweltering with humid summer heat. Creatures seek out a place to congregate in throng of the mundane, the sea of people unconsciously moving away from one such beast that finds himself walking along the sidewalk, looking for something to past the time.
A familiar tingle strikes against the senses of any monster that has pays attention to it. It wafts and mingles with the stench of people and the city, quietly pulling the attentions of any wolves that could recognize the purity of their blood stirred in the veins of the young dark-haired kin that makes her way along avenue. Black hair - a twist of twin braids woven up into a crown of plaits along her scalp. Blue eyes slide across the passing faces of strangers, taking in their features, ignoring the ones that turn to meet her gaze as she past them by. A hand frees itself from a coat pocket, fidgeting with the small cellular device as her head cants down, eyes skimming the scrolling pages of the iPhone cupped in the small of Moira's hand.
[Mila Davis] Little did he know (or maybe he did) Mila wasn't far behind him. Unlike him, she looked like she belonged here. No one questioned her, especially with the wealth of rage that seeped out of every inch of her.
Tonight, she wore a strapless black dress with a light sweater atop, and a pair of hels. To anyone else, she'd look like she was heading out. But, she was there to keep an eye on Simon in reality.
[Cara] Stripped burlap hoodie, jean shorts and a pair of brown cowboy boots. Her hands tucked into the pocktes of the hoodie as she leaned against the lightpost. It wasn't the people passing that she watched, but more the beat of the city. She seemed quite perplexed by it all, brows tight and high as she chewed on a red cocktail straw, dark eyes flickering to traffic lights and high lofted builidings.
[Colt] He walked along, exotic ostrich skin Nocona boots crush the small stones on the asphalt. low-rise, deep indigo rinsed jeans look expensive, finished with fading and whisking to enhance their appeal. His steele colored long sleeved burberry classic fit shirt was left unbuttoned revealing the black tee shirt that fit snug across his chest, he worked out hard to get just the right look, the outlines of well defined muscles visible though the cotton
He stands six foot three, dark curls hidden beneath the straw cowboy hat that sat low on his brow. He'd been thinking about what that lord told him, he'd have to take more initiative if he wanted to get anywhere, or he'd have to make his own fun. He looked up at the moon, would be a great night to surf with Marnie, he hadn't even run into her since the bar, he wondered if it was coincidence or if she'd been consumed with her grief~
Those who roamed the streets kept their distance, the hairs on the back of their necks stood up as he neared, and they wanted nothing more than to get as far away as they could. He smirked a bit as they scattered like roaches when the light switch was turned on~
[Cara] [[Sorry, have to run. Sick household.]]
[Simon] Simon kept one step ahead of his Alpha. Oblivious to the fact she was trailing him. He was more interested in what possibilities the night has hidden away for him. The streets were crowded enough with school's across the country out for the summer or getting ready to do so the youth of the city would soon be taking back these streets. That meant those who might prey upon their vulnerabilities might also be out and about. It was a wonderful night to hunt... Or at the very least get used to what would doubtless be one hell of a summer.
He was so far rather well behaved. The occasional stare sent young men scampering a few steps backwards but for the most part he appeared just to be walking, wandering, even patrolling. Certainly Simon wasn't as terrible a beast as his Alpha seemed to believe... Or... Was he?
[Mila Davis] He at least deserved a little watching.. so, that's what she had planned for the evening. Blend in to the crowd - keep quiet and just observe, unless Simon decided to misbehave..
[Colt] ~he walked towards Simon, those hazel eyes full of mischief, he saw the man, felt the man, he gave him an upnod as he closed the distance~ "Evenin partner" ~that country sound was soothing to his own ears~
[Moira] Moira continues to make her way down the sidewalk, the click of tall boots drumming a staccato against the pavement as she walked. She blended in with the upscale crowd, skinny jeans encase long legs, tucked into calf-length expensive Italian handmade black boots, a thin sleeveless shirt worn under a leather blazer, the neckline of the shirt scooping down to expose the collarbone and throat, the barest hint of cleavage kept modest.
She lifts her head up from the iPhone's screen, casting another glance around at the throng of people. Her steps slowing down when she notices the way they seem to move, parting away from a pair of individuals that walked. An eyebrow crooked curiously in Simon's direction, and then flicking over to Mila who follows behind him. One corner of her mouth crooks up in slight smirk, shifting her path to cross into the Garou's, with Colt interjecting the Shadow Lord before the kin could reach them.
[Simon] He heard Colt's voice but his eyes shifted immediately towards Moira. It was difficult not to take notice of the kin who found the Shadow Lord shifting his direction just enough to make certain that their paths would intersect."You and Mila would get along great I think. She's a country Singer, you look like you're into country music it would be a match made in heaven. If only she wasn't my alpha."He said this in an even tone.
The two full moons rage was enough that people deliberately made their way away from both men. Simon couldn't help but smile to himself and peek up at the larger man. Colt even managed to tower over him, but that didn't really trouble the Full Moon. Honestly his larger size meant that he was a more obvious target in the event something did come after then."So how can I help you out Colt?"He asks with a friendly smile on his face.
He didn't know if Colt had ever met the lovely Moira but it seemed as good a time as any to introduce them.
[Colt] ~he knew Mila well enough and he even knew Moira, though not nearly as well, he'd offered her a ride home from the Get Moot, since her beau and x were fighting, he hadn't seen her since then, but he nodded (hadn't realized she was so close, i thought she was behind Mila~ "I'm into everything country.... but I don't think she's quite my type" ~he hadn't really needed anything from the Lord, in fact it was by luna's hand that he even saw the garou~
"Moira, pleasure again" ~he tipped his hat, and then raised it higher so Mila could see it~ "Evening cowgirl"
[Mila Davis] Mila's gaze landed on Colt. Aww.. cowboy. The one Fenrir she could somewhat stand. The young woman stopped, and leaned back against a low concrete wall, waiting for Simon to continue on.
Darkly hued lips curved into a small smile as she spotted Moira - the woman got an upnod and a finger to the lips.. indicating that she shouldn't say anything about Mila stalking her packmate.
[Moira] Most people would not be able to handle the blistering sensation of animal ferocity bound in the pair of ahrouns, it crackles in the air like an electric-heat, igniting Moira's senses as she becomes aware of their presence. Her stomach rolling slightly.
The expression on Mila's face gave the kin a clue to not make the woman's presence known, she stops next to the men. Her head tipping in a small nod to each of them, "Simon...Colt." She replies, "Wasn't expecting to see either of you on this side of town."
[Simon] He smiles back to the woman and shrugs his shoulders."I could say the same about you, cept... Bumped into you here the other night."He adds as he comes to a halt before her, his stance was tall and proud and while he may not stand as tall as the Fenrir he was still an imposing figure. What he lacked in sheer bulk he easily made up for in swiftness and grace.
"Where is your mate?"He asks looking around as if he was expecting to bump into Karl at any second now.
[Colt] ~he wasn't expecting to be found, but he was looking for Marnie and he'd spotted her in Lake View before, she knew how to hide in p lain site, and he was pleasantly surprised to run into Moira, she was goregous, though out of his league~ "I know what ya mean, I'm trying to get in touch with Marnie or Ray, he's supposed to be helpin me find a place to rent. how about you? I thought ya lived with the rest of the Tribe"
[Moira] The heels of her tall boots put Moira easily at six feet and within eye level of anyone that stood that tall. She surveys the Shadow Lord with a slight tilt of her head, her shoulders pulling up and back in a small shrug. She glances away, looking around as well, as if half expecting the Rotagar to materialize out of thin air. She tucks the iPhone back into a coat pocket, clearing her throat.
"Marni is currently packed with Karl," this spoken to Colt in answer of his question to seek out Marni, "She comes and goes... as an apartment now, I'm not sure where though." She looks to Simon now, "As for me, I live in the next neighborhood over in Lake View near the big cathedral."
She laughs softly when Simon asks about Karl, "I'm not sure where he is. I am not his keeper nor do I hold him on a leash. Up to no good I imagine, it is what no moon's do best."
[Colt] ~his phone rang and he excused himself~ "it's my packmate, I'll see ya around" ~he headed down the sidewalk~ ((bed too))
[Kora] Listen. There is a café across the street, open late, with tables set out on the sidewalk underneath umbrellas meant to protect patrons from the sun. Now: night, the place is open, the lights brilliant. Someone inside is playing the guitar at the microphone. Someone else is waiting her turn, certain that she will ignite a new fad for beat poetry. And so on. We mean to say – the place is lively, and everyone is inside. No one is on the sidewalk, at the tables, beneath the umbrellas that have been furled, except now and again a smoker drifts out, lights up, inhales meditatively, half-an-ear to a half-open door, waiting to be called for his turn, or hers. Or two smokers come out, share a light, make a cigarette, laugh and flirt over the habit, and precisely when they are going to quit.
No smokers out now: not just now, but there is someone sitting at one of the tables, in the shadows of the street. Not smoking, just – drinking an Italian soda from a tall glass, the soda water sparking still, bright and fresh, the cream settled into the base of the glass, rich and heavy. Something is open on the table in front of her, nevermind the darkness, but she pays it no mind. Instead, she lifts her chin, sharpened gaze narrowing on the knot of Garou and kin across the way.
She’s not hiding. Pale hair and pale skin mark her out in the shadows. There’s no breeding, though, to define her from a distance, across the street, against the picture window of a lively little café.
[Simon] His lips curled into a grin, the thought of Karl on a leash danced fleetingly across his mind before pulling his eyes and attention back to the Fenrir Kin. Amused, or simply enjoying the evening? The Full Moon keeps quiet though there is a slight sparkle in his eyes when their eyes meet."Well if you do see him make sure to tell him I said hello."He says in a polite enough tone.
He flashes his eyes across the street. Kora... He didn't know the name, hell he didn't know the face, hell he didn't know Kora existed until this very moment. Eyes pause a moment on the woman sipping the Italian soda. Curiosity maybe, he couldn't make out her features, he could only guess at her gender but it was enough of a glance that one might take notice of where he was looking before he snapped his eyes back to Moira.
"You live in the immediate area then?"He asks her curiously. The thought of their pack claiming Moira's home as their territory brought the brightest smile to his face.
[Moira] The arched line of black eyebrows disappear under the sweep of bangs as she watched Simon. Colt is garnered a passing glance as he makes his farewell excuse to split the scene. Moira keeps the other Fenrir in her peripheral until his form is gone and out of sight. The expression Simon wears has caught her curiosity. She can see that grin he wears, her lips purse together, quietly debating on if she should question him on it.
"I don't know if Karl's invited you or not, but there's going to be a cookout he's throwing for Marni at my place. You're welcome to crash if you like. I'll be cooking, so the food will be decent. I can't say Karl's a good at grilling or not."
A flash of his eyes move across the street, Moira pivots on her boot heels, turning around to face the cafe. The music wafting across the way in their direction every time the door opens. The kin has to squint her eyes to make out the image of the blond sitting at one of the tables. It takes a second to make out the features of Kora from this distance. Her attention remains on the Skald as she answers the Shadow Lord.
To Simon - "Yes, I live just over that way." She indicates with an outstretched hand, pointing towards the west side of the street. "Why do you ask?"
[Simon] His arms remained crossed and he nodded back, following Moira's gaze back to Kora."I will have to make sure I show up, I wouldn't want to disappoint the guy. After all he did kinda save my life."He says with a bit of a smile. It was hard to say who saved who's life the other night. After all in Simon's mind it didn't matter who went first one of them was going down. It just so happened Simon was the one to serve as the distraction. Still he had backed Simon up and that was worthy of respect in his book. They had made a pretty good team.
Her question got a smile from him, though still watching Kora."Oh well we have to establish some kind of territory. Packs need to establish hunting grounds, places to secure and hold."He shrugged his shoulders but his grin remained."You know that girl?"He adds to distract from his smile.
[Karl Holds the Line] Speak of the Devil, and he shall appear. It is almost as if his nose tickles. Well, not really, but it could well have been. Returning from his duties at the caern, the Rotagar seems quite calm. Hands in the pockets of his jeans as he walks. Those piercing glacial blue eyes slowly scanning the streets. It had been a good evening so far.
It is Moira that draws his attention first. It always is, despite Simons presence. Kora has yet to come into the Fenrir’s view. His gaze rests on his mate for a few moments, then moves to Simon, and Karl changes direction to intercept them instead of heading for the loft apartment.
[Moira] Moira doesn't take her eyes off of Kora. Her voice softening as she answers Simon's question, speaking in a fond manner of the Skald as she replied, "She Who Offers Sorrow..." a pause, her voice dying away as her shoulders and chest lift upward, breath drawn in and held for a second, before being expelled out of her nose in a sigh.
Her face tilts down, swinging her eyes to the pavement, and then swinging her eyes up to meet Simon's once again, "Her name is Kora, she is a Galliard of my tribe. Her voice is... very evocative as are her stories."
Simon says his pack is claiming territory in Lake View, this forces small lines to crease in her forehead, the corners of her eyebrows to furrow inward. Her body shifts in its stance, leaning her weight from one hip to the other. A hand pulls up to sweeping delicate fingers across her brow, brushing bangs out of her eyes as she focuses on him. "Lake View is a large area, your pack can't certainly claim the entire area as their own. Besides, Karl lives with me, isn't my home like his personal turf."
A slight narrowing of her eyes, stepping closer to the Shadow Lord, "I am certainly not planning on moving out of my loft just because you decide to become my new neighbors."
[Simon] "Is that some kinda fenrir saying? She who offers Sorrow... Doesn't sound terribly fenrirish. I thought they made fun of folks for being sad."As he asks this he peeks out of the corner of his eye in her direction."I suppose I should probably go ahead and introduce myself to her then no? I mean wouldn't be polite of me to sit across the street staring at her now would it?"He asks.
He then looks back at her."I dunno, it's a pretty relaxed area. Density wise the population is lower and crime a little more spread out. It would seem like we could cover a much larger area, protect more where there is less openly going on. No major gangs to speak of... Not too much murder or violent crime by comparison to some areas. Makes it easier to manage and watch over right? I mean I am just speaking strategically here... I doubt we could lay claim to the entire area but there's enough of us to keep a good eye on much of it."He says before shrugging his shoulders."No one said you had to move out I wouldn't dream of asking such a thing of you."He says before stepping off the curb and into the street.
[Kora] Both Simon and Moira are watching her. Somewhere in all this, Kora finishes her Italian soda, drinks it down to the last. She stands, lifting her chin in their direction, offering Moira a brief wave by way of both greeting and farewell. Perhaps she misreads Simon's intention as he steps off the curb. Perhaps she doesn't notice. Either way, the creature closes the book, tucks it beneath her arm, and disappears down the street. Only the empty glass with a handful of cream-covered ice cubes remains behind.
[Kora] (aka: LIZ GO SLEEP NAO! night folks. :) )
People kept away, and that much suited him just fine. He never really cared for people and at the best of times saw them as little more than pleasant additions to the landscape. Something to look at, and walk past. As much as society might look down on Simon he knew full well he was above them.
Spite and Disdain weren't the only thoughts the Full Moon was capable of. There was a wide array of emotions from Hate to Displeasure to Distrust to downright Disgust. He was far more complex a creature than many would imagine. Certainly there was more to the full moon than many would guess at first glance.
Simon made his way past the theaters, and pubs, and dance clubs where well dressed young men and women gathered to waste their hard earned money on distractions for the evening. Something Simon would need to think about... But for the moment he was simply out for a stroll. Maybe a park, worked out well enough last night.
[Moira] There are nice places in the city, Lake View was one of them. It caters to the wealthy, harboring high-rise condos, and vintage storefronts with pricey loft apartments in manicured "safe" neighborhoods. The upper class mingles with the socially-elite and intellectual - housed inside community theaters, pubs, and artificial pockets of the Wyld carved out in small niches and once-vagrant lots in the form of city parks.
Under the silver sickle of a grinning moon, the pale light does not have a chance to grace the city landscape, or shine off the tallest of buildings. The orange glow of the streetlights cast a golden hue over the downtown regions of the city, drowning out the natural light of the moon and stars. A constant overcast of clouds rolls by, blanketing the night sky with a promise of rain and cooling temperatures, when they should normally be sweltering with humid summer heat. Creatures seek out a place to congregate in throng of the mundane, the sea of people unconsciously moving away from one such beast that finds himself walking along the sidewalk, looking for something to past the time.
A familiar tingle strikes against the senses of any monster that has pays attention to it. It wafts and mingles with the stench of people and the city, quietly pulling the attentions of any wolves that could recognize the purity of their blood stirred in the veins of the young dark-haired kin that makes her way along avenue. Black hair - a twist of twin braids woven up into a crown of plaits along her scalp. Blue eyes slide across the passing faces of strangers, taking in their features, ignoring the ones that turn to meet her gaze as she past them by. A hand frees itself from a coat pocket, fidgeting with the small cellular device as her head cants down, eyes skimming the scrolling pages of the iPhone cupped in the small of Moira's hand.
[Mila Davis] Little did he know (or maybe he did) Mila wasn't far behind him. Unlike him, she looked like she belonged here. No one questioned her, especially with the wealth of rage that seeped out of every inch of her.
Tonight, she wore a strapless black dress with a light sweater atop, and a pair of hels. To anyone else, she'd look like she was heading out. But, she was there to keep an eye on Simon in reality.
[Cara] Stripped burlap hoodie, jean shorts and a pair of brown cowboy boots. Her hands tucked into the pocktes of the hoodie as she leaned against the lightpost. It wasn't the people passing that she watched, but more the beat of the city. She seemed quite perplexed by it all, brows tight and high as she chewed on a red cocktail straw, dark eyes flickering to traffic lights and high lofted builidings.
[Colt] He walked along, exotic ostrich skin Nocona boots crush the small stones on the asphalt. low-rise, deep indigo rinsed jeans look expensive, finished with fading and whisking to enhance their appeal. His steele colored long sleeved burberry classic fit shirt was left unbuttoned revealing the black tee shirt that fit snug across his chest, he worked out hard to get just the right look, the outlines of well defined muscles visible though the cotton
He stands six foot three, dark curls hidden beneath the straw cowboy hat that sat low on his brow. He'd been thinking about what that lord told him, he'd have to take more initiative if he wanted to get anywhere, or he'd have to make his own fun. He looked up at the moon, would be a great night to surf with Marnie, he hadn't even run into her since the bar, he wondered if it was coincidence or if she'd been consumed with her grief~
Those who roamed the streets kept their distance, the hairs on the back of their necks stood up as he neared, and they wanted nothing more than to get as far away as they could. He smirked a bit as they scattered like roaches when the light switch was turned on~
[Cara] [[Sorry, have to run. Sick household.]]
[Simon] Simon kept one step ahead of his Alpha. Oblivious to the fact she was trailing him. He was more interested in what possibilities the night has hidden away for him. The streets were crowded enough with school's across the country out for the summer or getting ready to do so the youth of the city would soon be taking back these streets. That meant those who might prey upon their vulnerabilities might also be out and about. It was a wonderful night to hunt... Or at the very least get used to what would doubtless be one hell of a summer.
He was so far rather well behaved. The occasional stare sent young men scampering a few steps backwards but for the most part he appeared just to be walking, wandering, even patrolling. Certainly Simon wasn't as terrible a beast as his Alpha seemed to believe... Or... Was he?
[Mila Davis] He at least deserved a little watching.. so, that's what she had planned for the evening. Blend in to the crowd - keep quiet and just observe, unless Simon decided to misbehave..
[Colt] ~he walked towards Simon, those hazel eyes full of mischief, he saw the man, felt the man, he gave him an upnod as he closed the distance~ "Evenin partner" ~that country sound was soothing to his own ears~
[Moira] Moira continues to make her way down the sidewalk, the click of tall boots drumming a staccato against the pavement as she walked. She blended in with the upscale crowd, skinny jeans encase long legs, tucked into calf-length expensive Italian handmade black boots, a thin sleeveless shirt worn under a leather blazer, the neckline of the shirt scooping down to expose the collarbone and throat, the barest hint of cleavage kept modest.
She lifts her head up from the iPhone's screen, casting another glance around at the throng of people. Her steps slowing down when she notices the way they seem to move, parting away from a pair of individuals that walked. An eyebrow crooked curiously in Simon's direction, and then flicking over to Mila who follows behind him. One corner of her mouth crooks up in slight smirk, shifting her path to cross into the Garou's, with Colt interjecting the Shadow Lord before the kin could reach them.
[Simon] He heard Colt's voice but his eyes shifted immediately towards Moira. It was difficult not to take notice of the kin who found the Shadow Lord shifting his direction just enough to make certain that their paths would intersect."You and Mila would get along great I think. She's a country Singer, you look like you're into country music it would be a match made in heaven. If only she wasn't my alpha."He said this in an even tone.
The two full moons rage was enough that people deliberately made their way away from both men. Simon couldn't help but smile to himself and peek up at the larger man. Colt even managed to tower over him, but that didn't really trouble the Full Moon. Honestly his larger size meant that he was a more obvious target in the event something did come after then."So how can I help you out Colt?"He asks with a friendly smile on his face.
He didn't know if Colt had ever met the lovely Moira but it seemed as good a time as any to introduce them.
[Colt] ~he knew Mila well enough and he even knew Moira, though not nearly as well, he'd offered her a ride home from the Get Moot, since her beau and x were fighting, he hadn't seen her since then, but he nodded (hadn't realized she was so close, i thought she was behind Mila~ "I'm into everything country.... but I don't think she's quite my type" ~he hadn't really needed anything from the Lord, in fact it was by luna's hand that he even saw the garou~
"Moira, pleasure again" ~he tipped his hat, and then raised it higher so Mila could see it~ "Evening cowgirl"
[Mila Davis] Mila's gaze landed on Colt. Aww.. cowboy. The one Fenrir she could somewhat stand. The young woman stopped, and leaned back against a low concrete wall, waiting for Simon to continue on.
Darkly hued lips curved into a small smile as she spotted Moira - the woman got an upnod and a finger to the lips.. indicating that she shouldn't say anything about Mila stalking her packmate.
[Moira] Most people would not be able to handle the blistering sensation of animal ferocity bound in the pair of ahrouns, it crackles in the air like an electric-heat, igniting Moira's senses as she becomes aware of their presence. Her stomach rolling slightly.
The expression on Mila's face gave the kin a clue to not make the woman's presence known, she stops next to the men. Her head tipping in a small nod to each of them, "Simon...Colt." She replies, "Wasn't expecting to see either of you on this side of town."
[Simon] He smiles back to the woman and shrugs his shoulders."I could say the same about you, cept... Bumped into you here the other night."He adds as he comes to a halt before her, his stance was tall and proud and while he may not stand as tall as the Fenrir he was still an imposing figure. What he lacked in sheer bulk he easily made up for in swiftness and grace.
"Where is your mate?"He asks looking around as if he was expecting to bump into Karl at any second now.
[Colt] ~he wasn't expecting to be found, but he was looking for Marnie and he'd spotted her in Lake View before, she knew how to hide in p lain site, and he was pleasantly surprised to run into Moira, she was goregous, though out of his league~ "I know what ya mean, I'm trying to get in touch with Marnie or Ray, he's supposed to be helpin me find a place to rent. how about you? I thought ya lived with the rest of the Tribe"
[Moira] The heels of her tall boots put Moira easily at six feet and within eye level of anyone that stood that tall. She surveys the Shadow Lord with a slight tilt of her head, her shoulders pulling up and back in a small shrug. She glances away, looking around as well, as if half expecting the Rotagar to materialize out of thin air. She tucks the iPhone back into a coat pocket, clearing her throat.
"Marni is currently packed with Karl," this spoken to Colt in answer of his question to seek out Marni, "She comes and goes... as an apartment now, I'm not sure where though." She looks to Simon now, "As for me, I live in the next neighborhood over in Lake View near the big cathedral."
She laughs softly when Simon asks about Karl, "I'm not sure where he is. I am not his keeper nor do I hold him on a leash. Up to no good I imagine, it is what no moon's do best."
[Colt] ~his phone rang and he excused himself~ "it's my packmate, I'll see ya around" ~he headed down the sidewalk~ ((bed too))
[Kora] Listen. There is a café across the street, open late, with tables set out on the sidewalk underneath umbrellas meant to protect patrons from the sun. Now: night, the place is open, the lights brilliant. Someone inside is playing the guitar at the microphone. Someone else is waiting her turn, certain that she will ignite a new fad for beat poetry. And so on. We mean to say – the place is lively, and everyone is inside. No one is on the sidewalk, at the tables, beneath the umbrellas that have been furled, except now and again a smoker drifts out, lights up, inhales meditatively, half-an-ear to a half-open door, waiting to be called for his turn, or hers. Or two smokers come out, share a light, make a cigarette, laugh and flirt over the habit, and precisely when they are going to quit.
No smokers out now: not just now, but there is someone sitting at one of the tables, in the shadows of the street. Not smoking, just – drinking an Italian soda from a tall glass, the soda water sparking still, bright and fresh, the cream settled into the base of the glass, rich and heavy. Something is open on the table in front of her, nevermind the darkness, but she pays it no mind. Instead, she lifts her chin, sharpened gaze narrowing on the knot of Garou and kin across the way.
She’s not hiding. Pale hair and pale skin mark her out in the shadows. There’s no breeding, though, to define her from a distance, across the street, against the picture window of a lively little café.
[Simon] His lips curled into a grin, the thought of Karl on a leash danced fleetingly across his mind before pulling his eyes and attention back to the Fenrir Kin. Amused, or simply enjoying the evening? The Full Moon keeps quiet though there is a slight sparkle in his eyes when their eyes meet."Well if you do see him make sure to tell him I said hello."He says in a polite enough tone.
He flashes his eyes across the street. Kora... He didn't know the name, hell he didn't know the face, hell he didn't know Kora existed until this very moment. Eyes pause a moment on the woman sipping the Italian soda. Curiosity maybe, he couldn't make out her features, he could only guess at her gender but it was enough of a glance that one might take notice of where he was looking before he snapped his eyes back to Moira.
"You live in the immediate area then?"He asks her curiously. The thought of their pack claiming Moira's home as their territory brought the brightest smile to his face.
[Moira] The arched line of black eyebrows disappear under the sweep of bangs as she watched Simon. Colt is garnered a passing glance as he makes his farewell excuse to split the scene. Moira keeps the other Fenrir in her peripheral until his form is gone and out of sight. The expression Simon wears has caught her curiosity. She can see that grin he wears, her lips purse together, quietly debating on if she should question him on it.
"I don't know if Karl's invited you or not, but there's going to be a cookout he's throwing for Marni at my place. You're welcome to crash if you like. I'll be cooking, so the food will be decent. I can't say Karl's a good at grilling or not."
A flash of his eyes move across the street, Moira pivots on her boot heels, turning around to face the cafe. The music wafting across the way in their direction every time the door opens. The kin has to squint her eyes to make out the image of the blond sitting at one of the tables. It takes a second to make out the features of Kora from this distance. Her attention remains on the Skald as she answers the Shadow Lord.
To Simon - "Yes, I live just over that way." She indicates with an outstretched hand, pointing towards the west side of the street. "Why do you ask?"
[Simon] His arms remained crossed and he nodded back, following Moira's gaze back to Kora."I will have to make sure I show up, I wouldn't want to disappoint the guy. After all he did kinda save my life."He says with a bit of a smile. It was hard to say who saved who's life the other night. After all in Simon's mind it didn't matter who went first one of them was going down. It just so happened Simon was the one to serve as the distraction. Still he had backed Simon up and that was worthy of respect in his book. They had made a pretty good team.
Her question got a smile from him, though still watching Kora."Oh well we have to establish some kind of territory. Packs need to establish hunting grounds, places to secure and hold."He shrugged his shoulders but his grin remained."You know that girl?"He adds to distract from his smile.
[Karl Holds the Line] Speak of the Devil, and he shall appear. It is almost as if his nose tickles. Well, not really, but it could well have been. Returning from his duties at the caern, the Rotagar seems quite calm. Hands in the pockets of his jeans as he walks. Those piercing glacial blue eyes slowly scanning the streets. It had been a good evening so far.
It is Moira that draws his attention first. It always is, despite Simons presence. Kora has yet to come into the Fenrir’s view. His gaze rests on his mate for a few moments, then moves to Simon, and Karl changes direction to intercept them instead of heading for the loft apartment.
[Moira] Moira doesn't take her eyes off of Kora. Her voice softening as she answers Simon's question, speaking in a fond manner of the Skald as she replied, "She Who Offers Sorrow..." a pause, her voice dying away as her shoulders and chest lift upward, breath drawn in and held for a second, before being expelled out of her nose in a sigh.
Her face tilts down, swinging her eyes to the pavement, and then swinging her eyes up to meet Simon's once again, "Her name is Kora, she is a Galliard of my tribe. Her voice is... very evocative as are her stories."
Simon says his pack is claiming territory in Lake View, this forces small lines to crease in her forehead, the corners of her eyebrows to furrow inward. Her body shifts in its stance, leaning her weight from one hip to the other. A hand pulls up to sweeping delicate fingers across her brow, brushing bangs out of her eyes as she focuses on him. "Lake View is a large area, your pack can't certainly claim the entire area as their own. Besides, Karl lives with me, isn't my home like his personal turf."
A slight narrowing of her eyes, stepping closer to the Shadow Lord, "I am certainly not planning on moving out of my loft just because you decide to become my new neighbors."
[Simon] "Is that some kinda fenrir saying? She who offers Sorrow... Doesn't sound terribly fenrirish. I thought they made fun of folks for being sad."As he asks this he peeks out of the corner of his eye in her direction."I suppose I should probably go ahead and introduce myself to her then no? I mean wouldn't be polite of me to sit across the street staring at her now would it?"He asks.
He then looks back at her."I dunno, it's a pretty relaxed area. Density wise the population is lower and crime a little more spread out. It would seem like we could cover a much larger area, protect more where there is less openly going on. No major gangs to speak of... Not too much murder or violent crime by comparison to some areas. Makes it easier to manage and watch over right? I mean I am just speaking strategically here... I doubt we could lay claim to the entire area but there's enough of us to keep a good eye on much of it."He says before shrugging his shoulders."No one said you had to move out I wouldn't dream of asking such a thing of you."He says before stepping off the curb and into the street.
[Kora] Both Simon and Moira are watching her. Somewhere in all this, Kora finishes her Italian soda, drinks it down to the last. She stands, lifting her chin in their direction, offering Moira a brief wave by way of both greeting and farewell. Perhaps she misreads Simon's intention as he steps off the curb. Perhaps she doesn't notice. Either way, the creature closes the book, tucks it beneath her arm, and disappears down the street. Only the empty glass with a handful of cream-covered ice cubes remains behind.
[Kora] (aka: LIZ GO SLEEP NAO! night folks. :) )
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