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Once the siblings reached the countryside, where Zozona’s home resided, they made their way into the surrounding forest. A perfect place to shift and soothe her aching bones. Herself and Asra made their way behind trees and bushing, stripping themselves of their clothing before feeling the satisfying pop and click of their bones rearranging themselves into place. Out walked one brown colored wolf with subtle red hues throughout his fur, and the other, a stark white with flecks of cream and light brown. Zozona shook her lightly colored pelt, stretching her limbs. She shook on final time before darting into the dark forest, whipping in and out of trees at a fast pace. She howled a sweet melody, letting her large paws pound against the moss covered earth, ears flicking at the sound of her brother running alongside her. Zozona jumped from shadow to shadow, though it did not do much to hide her brightly colored body. Asra pushed himself to his max speed before turning and pushed into his sister, the siblings toppling onto the ground. Zozona pushed and pawed at her brother, kicking him off before lowering to the earth below her, her sharp teeth bared. She knew full well that this was not meant to be aggressive, just simply making sure her skills were at their most effective. It brought her back to when her and Asra would rough house as small pups, not fully understanding what was waiting for them when they entered adulthood. Until Zozona found an official Beta, Asra was a good substitute for the role. Zozona circled her brother, letting her tail curl in a show of dominance, growling deeply when he dared to step closer. At this point, she was unaware where they managed to run to, her mind was filled with a sense of determination - before the Duke took over. Why was her mind filled with this vampire? It distracted her. Asra took the opportunity to launch his weight at his sister, holding her in place by the scruff of her neck. Zozona yelped, pushing at her brother’s throat with her front paws. Asra backed down.”You’re distracted, why?” He spoke within her mind. The pack had links with each other, a way of communicating when another was shifted to their counterpart. Zozona shook her head, ears pinned to the sides of her head.”Don’t worry about it.” She replied, but a thought stuck with her. She just told Asra not to worry about it, so why was she? |
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Briefly, Orion looked out the grand sized window at the moon and the Earth's scenery stories below. Twisting the ring on his right hand almost instinctively. His features were set into a sharp glare as he thought over the nights events. Was it truly necessary to be this way? Was he so desperate for attention? If he were to say that aloud, most would scoff. He'd had the entire race under his finger for centuries. He needed to disappear again. Stage his death. Possibly never return to this country. Things weren't going to change here. . "Oh dear, he's brooding," a playful voice called from behind him. His eyes rolled as he turned to look at her. Azure had arrived. The small brunette had her curls pulled away from her face, most likely to accent the once blue eyes. Now they were shaded slightly more violet. "You're so very attractive when you smile, you ought to do it sometime," she teased, taking a few small steps to sit in the seat across from his desk. Orion sighed, taking his place across from her and sat rigidly. . "Yes?" He questioned. Sounding bored. Which was very accurate. "I'm a very busy man, my Lady." . She rolled her eyes, letting out a puff of breath as she looked at him. "I should be able to come and go as I please," she argued, pouting as she reached for his hand and started to play with that ring of his. This only caused him to shift uncomfortably. "I know your favorite flavor, but my offer still stands. But I've heard word of your little party. Did that little chit dampen your mood?" She asked him. It brought a small smile to her face knowing that she was right about him. Always had been. Smart. That's how you rose in the vampire ranks. Not by brute strength but by using your words and mind to twist the views of others. Manipulation. That's why when people commented on the lady Azure's sweet nature he'd scoff. . He'd rather be with a harpy. . "That would be none of your concern. Now, thank you for your visit. You may stay in the guest room if you wish." He said, snatching his hand back to pinch the bridge of his nose as he shook his head. "And my mind hasn't changed. After the party in a few weeks I want you gone and out. I will find a witch to set wards if you can't find the strength to leave me be." He grumbled. The small woman nodded, still smiling as she thought she could still get her way. . She walked out and simply said "goodnight" to which he only grunted. But rest he would need if he wanted to be able to withstand the ball and all those people. The noise. He sighed, grabbing the invitation and putting it with the list for Jazmine. Yes, a nap would be nice. |
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Zozona moved to lay on the moss covered ground, head resting atop her large paws. She had always been taught to hate and despise the vampire race, so why was she so fascinated by them? Maybe ot was her natural curiosity, or maybe she was just clinically insane. Asra trotted to sit by his sister, the long claws of his paws scratching at the earth below him. "What's on your mind, my dear sister?" He spoke, letting his ears flicker in the wind when it carried familiar and unfamiliar sounds."Honestly, my mind has been all over the place ever since earlier." Zozona confessed, ears pinned to the sides of her head. Asra growled, his sharp canines bared for all the see."That meddling, parasite messed with your mind!" Asra huffed, followed by a snarl as he jumped to his paws, and paced in circles. Zozona huffed, shaking her head."No, the Duke did not mess with my mind. I can still think for myself, fairly well, I might add." She said, tail gently bouncing against the moss. The moon shone onto her light colored fur, making it nearly glow in the moonlight. Zozona rose her head to look towards the moon. After her mother passed, she began turning to the moon for advice, but it never really had the best outcomes. She closed her eyes, ears perked to listen to the calming, crisp wind that occured during the late night. Was she listening for anything in particular? No, but it was calming. Zozona huffed at her brothers pacing, shaking her head."Asra," She called out."Relax once in a while, my brother. There's no need to be on edge all the time, I'm not in an immediate danger, neither are you. Relax." She stressed the word. Since they were pups, Zozona could only remember Asra being uptight and cautious all the time. There was a time and place for when to be stressed and cautious, this was not one of those times. Now was a time to relax in the moonlight. |
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~Time skip to the night of~ . Orion watched from his perch on the balcony, soaking in the energy as people started to trickle in. The man has simply gone all out and expected to be on the front of the papers by morning. Along with people in their strange costumes and masks, there were Jesters and trapeze artists that caused the audience to laugh or gasp in shock, clutching onto their chest as they feared for the performers. Not only that, the decor was Divine as well. That sort of being the theme. Gold was everywhere along with vibrant jewel colors that complimented the dark marbled walls and flooring. A work of genius. . The tall man himself was dressed as the God Hades. He sort of found it liberating, wearing the chiton that barely reached his knees. Over his shoulder he had a dark cloak that matched with the walls and instead of a mask he simply had a smear of gold powder across his eyes. It all flowed together very nicely. Both the costume and his natural looks. Broody, with dark girls girls would kill for, and Stormy eyes. It was perfect. Not to mention the God of the underworld was also the God of Wealth. The extravaganza going on certainly was a show of his own. . Azure, however, did not seem pleased with it. She Herself had gone as a siren with a silk gown that shimmered like scales. "Your plan has failed. You won't be getting any new pets from this party. Not a single one of those ruffians has arrived." She grumbled, sitting in a velvet cushioned chair, fiddling with her nails and lace fan. Orion simply rolled his eyes. . "Excuse me, my Lady. I wish to join the festivities, away from those who wish to dampen my bright mood," he said, turning and walking back into the hall that with a right turn would lead him to the main hallway where he then went down the abundance of steps to reach the front doors, welcoming a few before latching onto the side of one guest. Re-entering the view at eye level was stunning. Everything shining brightly. Simply dazzling. He couldn't help but grin as he waved Goodbye to his companion and walked over to the refreshments and got got himself a drink along with a lemon square. . "Lovely party, Theo. Excellent choices," a very... Large guest said, patting him on the back for his work well done. He nodded, laughing out his thanks before scurrying off through women dressed like peacocks and most likely about to fight about it. Hmm. Organized chaos. Perfectly healthy. . But no sign of his newest fascination. |
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Zozona had heard through the grapevine about this party the Duke was holding. She was proud of herself over the plan she came up with. She would arrive, let the Duke have his fun, then leave hidden within the shadows. So, there she stood, hidden behind a bush. Zozona’s outfit for tonight was heavily inspired by Cerberus, the gate-keeper of the Underworld. To her, Cerberus stood for being a protector, something she always strived to be among her siblings. Zozona dressed in a black laced gown that clung to her figure, while she had a wolf mask covering her face, this wolf mask was also dark in color and had swirls of violet and red accents. She smiled at some passing by her, nose twitching with the scents in the air. She assumed most of those attending would be vampires, but she never expected the scent to be this strong, especially while she stood outside. Zozona took a deep breath of the fresh air, trying her best to ignore the burning sensation in her lungs. The scents alone made her queasy, but add on everyone around her, and she had a problem on her hands. She easily knew that if the Duke pushed her into shifting - since stress can induce a shift -, she would have no one with her to back her up. Werewolves were known for their ability to work together, which in turn, made them weak on their own, and Zozona did not like looking weak, especially in front of the opposite race. It made her huff at the thought, the Duke was running her patience thin. She pushed aside her light colored hair, tucking a few strands behind her ear, tapping a heeled boot against the pavement. She had told Asra to stay behind, to not only lessen his stress but to have time for herself, and she assumed her brother would not have been invited to such a party. She walked around the bush, and began walking around, letting her shine in the light. The clicking of her heels against the roughly textured ground was almost refreshing. Aside from her own thoughts, the only other thing to accompany her was the soft murmurs of other partygoers, seemingly having a pleasant conversation, but Zozona paid no mind to it. Where was this vampire that managed to grab her attention? |
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Looking around, it didn't take a genius to figure out that the race ruling the party was the vampires. Almost outnumbering the humans themselves and those thing multiplied like rabbits. Still, he hadn't caught eye of the one werewolf who had directly been invited. Then again. Masks. Already he could see several commiting sins that would cause a scandal but he'd granted them the power of animosity. As long as they wished, they could remain nameless. Completely and utterly unknown. Unless you had a huge feature that set you apart from the rest. Then it was best to follow the rules and be a good role model or the press would most certainly grab ahold of that story like a starved dog placed in front of a juicy steak. Practically for the taking. . He was stopped by someone who had powered their hair to be a light shade of rose with a mask made up of golden and white feathers. She smiled, revealing she too was of his kind. "Great minds think alike. Do they not?" She asked, batting her similar grey eyes, brushing a golden lock off of her bare shoulder. "This is a lovely party, dear cousin." The woman said with a grin. . Orion scoffed, "Yes, cousin. Three and a half centuries apart. I would dare say our eyes are the only thing we would have to prove that notion," he said, grinning nevetheless. "Aphrodite, my dear, have you caught wind of a werewolf? She's got a tongue and she uses it." He asked, giving his best remembered feature about her. But the woman simply groaned, rolling her eyes. . "Literally the only one wearing a mask," she said, absolutely shocked he didn't know. "Are you losing your touch, old man?" Dite asked playfully, twirling him around to where her pale pink gown swooshed over his legs but she pointed out a dark figure. "There," she whispered. "I bet Azure loves this," the younger female giggled, releasing her cousin to go off and cause mayhem elsewhere. . Meanwhile, Orion made his way through the crowd, dodging away from grabbing hands. Maybe he should have worn an actual mask. Then he wouldn't be recognized by tempted Mamas and their bold and unmarried daughter. The very thought was enough to make him shiver. . Now he knew she'd smell him before.she saw him but with the abundance of his kind there he figured it would be more than alright to march right up to her, snatching two small lemon cakes as he went. "You don't drink, so do you enjoy sweets?" He questioned with a polite smile, offering one of the yellow squares to her. "Where is your lovely bunch of packmates, my dear?" |
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Of course she caught his scent before she could catch sight of him, what was odd was the change in his scent, it was oddly sweet and spicy, unlike the last time she spoke with him. Zozona lifted her head rapidly, a smile gracing her features.”I mean, that depends. What are tempting me with, aside from yourself?” She asked, a small canine catching on her pale red lips. She swayed side to side, moving to fix the black lace that stuck to her arms. She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.”What? Were you expecting me to wander around with my entire pack behind me?” Her nose scrunched up at a few vampires passing by, making Zozona rub at her nose furiously to try and get rid of the scent. She quickly sobered up.”Tell me, Orion, was this party a way of drawing me out of hiding? Did you miss me that much?” She asked with a smirk, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She let her eyes wander. Without her pack mates nearby, she had to be careful. Sure, she thought highly of herself but, not against more than one vampire, trying to fight off a whole group on her own would end up being a suicide mission - and she knew it. Zozona’s mind wandered back to the way his scent was. “Why is your scent so different, I wonder?” She muttered under her breath, letting her eyes trail along his frame and the way he stood, he seemed to think so high of himself, so full of pride. She shook her head, clearing her head of any scandalous thoughts.”Why has a mutt caught your attention? Seems like every married and unmarried woman was practically throwing themselves onto you, and yet, you choose to stand with a werewolf.” Zozona tilted her head in confusion. Was this just a ruse and she was overthinking it? |
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The male smirked at her questioning and behavior. This was not the fiesty little chit he'd had a brief encounter with. So he nodded, "This mutt has caught my attention because she wasn't throwing herself at me." He said, scanning her as he took a bite into the zesty sweet cake. But he was just as confused about his scent so he sniffed his shoulder before shaking his head, "I apologize, my dear. I still smell of peppermint." He said,. merely a reminder that he could hear just as well as she could. . "And yes, I did expect you to bring your pack. Everytime I've invited a mutt that peaked my interest they have. So, tell me why you've come alone just to be cornered by dozens of my kind?" He whispered the last part with a small grin before offering his arm to her. His bare and her's covered in lace it didn't sound like the highest ideal for comfort. "Would you like to dance, darling?" He asked politely, a very gentlemanly front to start it off. Even as women and men from across the ballroom took their turns to gawk at the sight. Duke of Theo, offering his first dance of the night to the daughter of a businessman?. . Borderline outrageous. . Glancing around briefly he caught eyes with his blonde cousin. She grinned, walking over to the maestro and whispered a few words that he simply nodded along with. Thanks to the dull roaring of the crowds there wasn't much left of the sentence to be heard by those with supernatural abilities. . "I promise I won't bite," he grinned, finally showing off his set of canines that were normally tucked away as his little secret. As the tempo of the song increased tho he looked at his companion with raised eyebrows. "Unless, of course you'd like to sit this one out?" He questioned her with his grin slowly turning into a knowing smirk. Orion hadn't been known to be patient. Funny for someone who's been living for such a long time but he still had the sense of time as a human when living his life. Lives. Depending on how you looked at it. But that was much too dark of a topic to think of at a party. Especially one so very grand at this. . At least his plan had sort of worked. Right? |
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Zozona nodded, tucking a few stray strands of hair back behind her ear.”So, you appreciate the ones who can act proper, and aren’t desperate.” She said, interlocking her fingers together. She hummed in acknowledgment of the peppermint smell, that explains the sweet and spicy, but why does it overpower his original scent? That shouldn’t happen. Maybe her nose was just playing tricks on her. Zozona hummed with a smirk, licking over her dry lips.”Unlike the rest of my species, I can tolerate your kind. I believe it was my grandmother who told me she had a few romantic encounters with a vampire, and she was left intact every single time, so, I believe it’s best to at least tolerate them,” She paused, taking a few quick glances around her.”Besides, someone makes it a little easier for me to tolerate you vampires.” She smirked, sending a cheeky wink his way. A smile replaced the smirk on her features, taking his arm.”I think I would like to dance with you.” Zozona let her eyes soften, reaching up with her free hand to remove a few extra globs of mascara. She could feel she was relaxing, she probably looked more visibly relaxed as well. With the Duke, while she would never admit it out loud, Zozona felt comfortable. Sure, she had an image to keep up, but it wasn’t as pressured, the attention wasn’t on her every move. She could actually relax and enjoy a party for once in her lifetime. Yes, she was still young but she didn’t want the responsibility of Alpha yet. She wanted to be what the humans call, “young and dumb”, she wanted to make her own mistakes and learn from them. And this was where to do it. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, a growing smirk on her lips.”You’re quite scandalous, Orion.” Zozona bit her lower lip, letting her small canine dig into her lip. There was something about his company. She was in deep, and she knew it. |
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At the mentioning of a werewolf with relations with a vampire his mind automatically went to Aurora. But she was still a bit too young to be Zozona's grandmother... Right? Plus, he figured that they couldn't possibly be the same female. When he went to go visit her, her grandbabies had dark skin and somehow had freckles as well along with short and tight ebony ringlets. Ah. So he was safe. . At her last comment though a rather large smirk appeared and caused a bark of laughter to erupt from the man as he lead her to the dance floor, fixing his posture and now moving in time with the others dancing. "I guess you could say so. But I've been like this since the beginning of time, my dear," he said with a grin. The moment was almost perfect. It was just that he could feel every set of eyes on his back like shouldn't even be there at his own party. As he'd spin them he caught several dirty looks as well. Aggravational to say in the least. . "I must say though, I miss your brother. When he stared bullets into the back of my head I could reason them. Now though, I think I'd like to accidently start a fire and blame it on Lord Willmar. He's been messing with the torches and drinking. Might not need my touch at all," he said quietly with a little smile. It would be a logical reason to rush everyone out and get them home. But then what would the whole point of this have been? He wanted to tempt the werewolf out, and he had. Mission accomplished? No. Curiosity killed the cat and it seemed Orion was more than willing to see what it would do to him. . He then laughed it off, shaking his head, "but why ruin our wonderful company?" He asked her with a grin. "And all this was rather expensive really. I think I've upset the lady Azure enough." He chuckled ever so slightly. Glancing up at the balcony at the woman glaring the harshest at them. If only looks could kill they would have been dead in the first second they'd been spotted together. . He had heard mortal men talking about how there was nothing scarier than an angered woman. But they've never seen an angered vampire female. And their anger could last centuries. |
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