Wēndù Shoi-Ming
Loner | Vampire | Looks 24 (Actually Nearing 400) | Mentions: Calloway , Tori, & Elle (indirect)

The male looked in sympathy as the other struggled with himself. It probably wasn't best to do this, but he needed to get out of there before he did something he regretted even more. And Shoi-Ming was certainly positive he was a fledgling. " Damn kids." He muttered under his breath. What type of sire leaves their spawn like this, and he was sighing exhausted, he had come to relax and now he was stressed the fuck out. He was looking through the car for a moment, surely he had some blood packs around here? He wouldn't be that foolish to go around without some on him? And that's when he realized: is he rejecting or scared of being a vampire. That was the only logical explanation, and that's when he took a deep wiff to catch all the scents and that's when he smelled blood and ash. Oh shit, he had killed recently, and that must be why he was like this, it didn't go well. And then he smelled silver and his senses heightened at that. "Oh shit," he whispered, "oh fucking hell." And he was running his fingers through his hair, he didn't have any meds or items to take care of silver wounds, especially since they were old, and possibly getting infected.

Thats when a voice caught his attention, it was that of a woman. She was pretty in his opinion, and he had to give a polite smile at her offer, and he said, " I don't think it's best for him to go back in. I don't think he's in the best state of mind, but I do agree that he needs food in his system. I offered to drive him home or take him to the diner down the street, " and he pointed where the diner lights were still on a couple blocks down, " but he refused. And I was trying to figure out the best course of action. So any help offered would be amazing."

He sighed a bit saying, " I know I was a big harsh on that bartender but she obviously wasn't into her job. I heard her mutter something about 'Since when did Ikaris get a boyfriend', whatever the hell that's supposed to mean, and her furiously texting when on duty and her overall attitude." He said with annoyance, " I don't care if it's a small town bar or a big one : there are laws. Imagine if he drove home, he surely would've gotten himself hurt, and it would've been on her ; period. She would've gotten a lawsuit for negligence and other charges added. " he sounded frustrated and annoyed and he tapped the wheel, " Sorry, I'm a bit tense at the moment. I came to destress and now I'm more stressed than before. But I couldn't stand to see her do that to him, and others using his behavior to their advantage for free drinks, that's disgusting."

He watched carefully the male and woman interact. Shoi-Ming usually didn't give a rat's ass about fledglings, but this was different and if anything he looked like a mother fawning over a hurt child with the worried expressions on his face. And he decided to get out the car and go on the other side to see him properly. And he had to see the way he leaned on the metal, and he frowned a bit. That was odd, and that's when he reached his hand out slowly and gently, " I'm just trying to read your temperature, it's okay. I mean no harm. " he said trying to soothe his nerves a bit as he slowly placed his hand on his face and felt the warmness of it. " My goodness, you're burning up. " he said softly and sighed gently, " I'm going to need you to breath . Take deep breaths for me. " and he demonstrated, taking an inhale and exhale himself. He knew how to work through panic attacks and such because he's had them plenty a times.

Once he did that he patiently waited for him to calm down before he said, " Can you tell me these following things : five things you hear, four things you can see, three things you can feel, two things you can smell, and one think you can smell. And take your time, there is no rush, this is just to make sure you're responsive. And this has helped me calm down when I'm having a panic attack." He said calmly and soothingly, in an even tone, one showing experience and empathy.

" You getting him some food would be much appreciated and could you get some water as well, he'll need it. Thank you so much." He said genuinely to Tori. And he gave a small sigh as he looked at the man, " I'll stay here and watch him. Nothing will happen to him on my watch." A sense of protectiveness flooding through him.

Mosi wondered from isle to isle a tune being whistled under her breath. Picking up a package of Oreos stuffing them into her basket. In her basket she already had a few packages of twizzlers and a tube of mini m&ms knowing Frankie loved them. Next she snagged her favorite snack of all. Chocolate covered pretzels. Mosi would give her left arm for some chocolate covered pretzels.
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Flashing a smile towards Raven as she passed her and Simon in an isle. Glad both her and Simon where okay. That event in the car could have been way more catastrophic than it was and everyone involved could have been severely injured. Heading towards the back wall for coffee creamer as they had just ran out. Grabbing a large case of water while she was in the cooler. They regularly needed to stock the water fridge in the pack gym.
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Mosi casually swung the large pack of water bottles onto her shoulder as if it where a mere purse. The elderly man in the cooler next to her looked at her with shock and very nervously grabbed a gallon of milk and walked quickly away from her. Mo grinned amused as she took her items up to the counter where Simon waited paying. They both carried the groceries to the car where Raven stood waiting for them. Noting as she put the items in the car that Frankie was now outside the bar with Tori. "Hey guys I'm gonna head home with Frankie I'll meet you back at the house. Maybe I'll figure out what's going on over at the bar." Praying to the gods Frankie's car actually made it home.
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Holding up a hand to pause the car on the street as she jogged across it. Ending the distance between her Tori and Frankie. When she got closer Mosi greeted them. "What you both needed liquid courage to handle the movie Briar may or may not be picking?" All the while she spoke she took in the scene before her with an intelligent gaze. Her obsidian colored eyes landing on the two males in the car. Something smelt off about them. One reeked of fear and panic. "Everything alright over here?"

Briar Solanine Tinuviel

The Beta Male | Male | Mentions: Ikaris, Angela

The male had paused momentarily when Angela began showing her undying support and he was quite frankly glad to have a friend like her. And he honestly wanted to cry and thank her for being a rock when Ikaris voice caught his attention. He noted the smug look and lean on the doorway, since when was he like that? It was kind of . . . hot? It was unusual for their alpha to be like that, he was a sweetheart (most of the time anyway) but then again he could be a little shit when provoked. And he felt his face heat up at the question, and he was thoroughly embarrassed. He had heard him? Oh Selene, take him to the moon now. " Uh- w-well you see, ahem, uh, maybe-" he had been floundering out rather unintelligibly, for the first time , verbally stunned by someone and it was quite a sight. Him being reduced to a stuttering mess at a simple comment, goddess help him now. The stone-cold beta, melting for their alpha? What a cliché but one well welcomed. And he was thinking of how idiotic he probably looked right now, but what happened next shocked him.

He didn't expect a kiss, and so soon for that matter. Shock was clearly written on his face as he had let out a surprised mphm at the action. It was a soft kiss that they had done earlier, this one was full of passion and desire from Ikaris, and he swore on the stars if he hadn't had a kiss that good in a while. Not to mention because of his boyfriend being taller, he had to lean back on the nearby couch because he had expected that. But the sound of his friends happy giggles and departing footsteps caused his blush to raise. And he gave a playful scowl at the male and a teasing grin.

"Damn, Val. With that kiss it almost seems like you wanted to take me to bed. " he said teasingly as he wrapped his arms around the neck of the male, holding eye contact with him, his gaze flirtatious and relaxed. Hell, this was probably the first time in a while he was this so goddamned stressed about something or relaxed. He had even sat on the couch side to get better access to his boyfriend.

He leaned closer and gave Ikaris a kiss matching his. One full of passion and love, it was as if promising more. He just loved the way it made him feel and the thought of being with Ikaris elated him to his core. And he cupped his face and peppered him with small kisses again, and just lazily hugged him for affection. This all seemed unreal, he finally had a boyfriend who loved affection as much as he did and needed and craved it. "So needy love, if you just wanted some kisses, all you needed to do was ask. " he said teasingly, not out of condensation or mockery, but of love and sincerity, and to affirm this he planted a soft kiss on his lips and let it linger for a minute before giving him a soft smile. It was a smile reserved for those he absolutely cared for and Ikaris was one of them.

" I'm excited for our date tomorrow! Do you want to go early or in the afternoon?" Briar asked Ikaris casually as he looked at the male.

Rouge

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Mentions: N/A

The two parted ways on quiet terms, with Hikaru handling whatever business fell at his feet and Rouge dealing with her issues. The woman's attire was different, as she changed her clothing when she finally arrived home. A red, revealing dress clung tightly to her curvy frame, her chest partially exposed. Her dress was cut at the sides, starting from her hips down to her ankles, exposing the side of her legs. On her feet were a pair of black strapped heels held together by a tiny buckle. Over her shoulders was a fur coat, the color of the pelt pitch-black like that night. The texture of the hair is similar to that of a wolf. Her wrists were decorated with bracelets of gold, with a double-chained necklace dangling around her neck. In both of her ears are golden tassel earrings, swaying gracefully with each angelic movement she makes. As per usual, her lips were covered in her signature red lipstick. This time, it was fresh.

It seems that this woman was prepping herself for a date; still, it'll be a date that won't end with a promised second.

The woman's heels clicked sharply on the tiled floors as she stormed through the seemingly neverending hallway. Her arms wrapped against her chest, her hands gripping and using the fur cloak to conceal her exposed features. Rouge's eyes were rancorous as she stared ahead the corridor while her body was stiff. It was bizarre, as her eyes were radiating increasing convulsion. The woman scoffed when she spotted the familiar black one-panel door at the end of the hall. Her eyes shifted to the silver handle as if expecting someone to step out at any second. Rouge's posture promptly swapped, forcing her body to soften and her hardened gaze to slacken. It was like her turbulent spirit vanished entirely, but that wasn't the case, as the woman was only masking it.

She doesn't want to alert her soon-to-be prey, after all.

Without waiting for a second, Rouge pushed the handle, entering the room with cautious steps. The room appears to be an office of sorts, with a man taller than her sitting in his office chair. His expression wasn't welcoming, his eyelids narrowing with hostility in her direction. The area was deathly quiet, yet the tension was growing thick to the point it was suffocating. Her eyes faltered while her pupils expanded in those burning auric of hers. Similar to that of a predator stalking its prey. The woman shuts the door behind her, offering the man a charming smile-the smile holding a false sense of tenderness. "It's nice to see you again, Mr. Cain." Her legs moved as she strode in his direction, her crimson dress carelessly exposing them. "Did you miss me so?" Her tone bearing trenchancy when she spoke to the sitting man, the grip of her hand becomes tighter with her fingers pulling the fur.

The last thing the man saw was the woman's devious grin as his life was snatched away by her hands.

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Mentions: Brair (ind.)

The woman has settled on the desk that once belonged to the man. Her legs crossed together, her foot calmly swaying at a steady pace. Rouge's hands were clean, which is surprising considering the state of the office. She listened intently as hurried footsteps came her way. They sounded rather heavy, and she could've sworn that she heard one barking orders. The vampire only smiled, already knowing who it could be. Still, she remained calm, but it didn't cease the glimmer of mischief in her eyes. The door was kicked in, and in came men covered head to toe in bulletproof armor. She raises her hands, giving a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders. She carelessly waved to the deceased man in the chair. "You guys arrived too late. Honestly," her smile only grew as she remarked to the group currently filling the room, "I should get a promotion and another vacation. Don't you think?"

One of them stepped up to her, but his face was covered with a dark-tinted visor on his helmet. "Did you find the documents as she instructed?" Rouge scoffed when the face-covered person didn't join in on the jesting, but she remained composed when speaking with the person. "The documents are safely hidden away," giving the desk a few pats on the surface, "in this desk. I made sure not to get blood on them. Tell your boss not to worry." The masked stranger nodded his head before making hand gestures. Two other masked fellows jog over to the desk, opening each drawer to extract many folders and papers. Without saying another word, she removes herself from the desk, smoothing out her dress. Oddly, she could feel a pair of eyes watching her, making her turn her head to the supposed person.

It was the same person she spoke with, a smile plastering her face. "Yes?" She could tell he was observing the fur over her shoulders, and to notify him that she noticed his gaze, Rouge glided her fingers through the hair. "That fur. Don't tell me-" "-Yes," she cuts him off, her smile turning into a sadistic smirk, "it's his oldest son." She tilted his head when she took notice of his stance reformed. She could feel his nerves radiating, the small addition of disgust. Rouge had little shame about what she did, as these people deserved what was coming to them.

You may believe she did it out of spite against werewolves, except that was far off. She has no hatred for the wolf shifters, but it wouldn't stop her from killing them if they either annoy her enough or they've done something horrendous to someone innocent. Rouge isn't biased over who she kills-she won't hesitate to kill her species if the situation desires it. Ah, the thought of those wolf folks made her body swell with glee at the thought of one. She could see herself holding the precious one after weeks of being. No, he deserves a better nickname. One that comes from her heart and has higher quality.

Her mon chou.

Briar.

Her excitement depleted as quickly as it came, her patience running thin suddenly. The thought of not seeing her darling brother as soon as she arrived back in the state made her anger return. Rouge adjusted her head, gazing venomously at the person standing in her way, who dared to speak useless words while she had someone relevant to meet. In her eyes, this whole thing is meaningless and takes up her precious time. Once more, she was livid over something petty. This initiated a twitch of her lips, her finger tapping rapidly against her cloak. "Are you going to keep me here and waste my time further?" Her manner was wretched, her facade gone. Everyone stopped what they were doing, all heads turning to her, waiting to see what they'll do.

The silence between them was loud, the two not bothering to hide their hatred for the other. Finally, after what seemed forever, the masked figure shook their head before turning away. Without delay. Rouge hurried out of the office, bringing her storm clouds out of the office.

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Mentions: Hikaru (dir.) and Brair (ind.)

Rouge was in the driver's seat of her four-door convertible, the coat of her beloved vehicle a glossy wine red, while the windows tinted to a pitch black hue. Sitting in the passenger seat was Hikaru, the fellow vampire seeming out of it, his eyes impassively staring out the front windshield. Nestled in the back and settled on the floor were four large gift bags stuffed to the brim with black and red confetti. Hikaru shifts his head to examine the woman, noticing the all-too-familiar look on her face. "Did you overdo it on the gifts again?" Without loudly responding, Rouge made a simple "Mhm." Hikaru wasn't upset, only curious about how much this woman spent on a singular person. "The total?" Rouge tapped a finger in a poor rhythm, calculating the prices in her head. "Don't know. Somewhere in the thousands. . .maybe more." Her voice drifted off toward the final words of her sentence. Hearing her answer, he could only lower his brows, tempted to pry further on her actions.

"You give gifts to those you love," already knowing what the man was thinking, "but love doesn't always involve romantic intentions. It can be out of friendship or familial reasons." Hikaru steadily nodded his head, taking in her words with interest. Albeit, it was still hard to comprehend. "You don't need to buy expensive gifts as I did. It can be homemade or something cheap that reminds you of them. For example," she grows quiet when trying to formulate a representation, "if someone mentions their favorite thing, like their color, you keep it in your head for a gift idea in the future. You present them with a bundle of flowers, with the petals their adored color." Rouge side-glanced Hikaru, but only briefly before turning away to focus on the road. "Do you understand it now?"

Hikaru turns away from her, using a singular hand to play with a strand of white hair. "To a degree." His words have finally ceased-no more did he inquire further about it. She kept her mouth shut, not wanting to disrupt his internal conversation. He'll understand it whenever his heart longs for someone. Well, that's if it happens. She gets why he asked her such things, and she could've sworn that her undead heart became deader. Rouge knows little of her cousin's history since he rarely discusses it willingly. As such, Rouge nonstopped asked him to reveal a bit about himself, a challenging feat considering Hikaru's persona. When there's a rare moment he wants to share it, Hikaru responds with so little, but each little piece of information has remained constant: he's regretful. This made her wonder. . .what he did he do to make him harbor a grudge for himself.

"Rouge," his deadpan voice called out to her. "Yes?" The car was quiet after she asked, yet she held her tongue to allow him to compose his words. "What am I to you?" His tone has a hardness to it. As if he was dubious about it in the first place. Those questions stung her, like having tons of daggers getting plunged into your back. What did he endure in his past to make him behave this way? Her lips separated as she spoke, "You're my friend and cousin." "Aside from that, I'm not related to you by any means." Hikaru added whereas Rouge shook her head; again, she quickly glanced at Hikaru before looking away, "No. You're not, but you're still family to me, Mochi. You don't have to be related by blood to consider someone your family. I cherish you even though you can be a dispassionate bastard at times." She chuckled, but as always, he didn't laugh.

The other's brows falter, his face returning to its still appearance. "I see." Not long after, Rouge stops her car outside of the bar. None of them said another word. It was clear as the day that the topic was over, especially when Hikaru hopped out of the car after giving her a slight nod in thanks. She watched him through the right window before driving off to meet Brair.