Emery | Non-Binary | 22 | Human |Soundcrew | UNB

M: X, Mosi, Dakota, + Val (dir.)

Being more bitter than usual and even forgoing his favorite drink, X was clearly in a bad mood. Emery huffed softly as X sat down next to them and narrowed their eyes in suspicion. Resting their hands down on Mosi’s legs which were still sprawled about in their lap, Emery looked away from X and to Mosi with a forced smile. The moment Emery glanced back at X, Emery had to do a double take as they swore they caught X longingly gleaming at their apple juice. X then tore his amber eyes away from his sweet, beloved— The idea that X was staring at his true love— apple juice— like a cheesy Hallmark movie made Emery audibly snicker and quickly look away from X just so they would not be glared at.

After a moment, X changed the subject and Emery quickly grew disinterested in the topic of a new band member. They were not exactly thrilled to have someone new joining them, but it was more of a feeling of boredom that filled them as they realized it was probably going to be a nobody with no personality. Emery had recently learned that they looked seriously passive aggressive and rude when they just took out their mini-synth and started playing it when a conversation lacked any interest for them. Since Emery came to this realization, they had tried to stop themself from this impulse, but Emery could not help but pinch their thumb, pointer, and middle-finger together and imitate holding their mini-synth’s pen and dancing the pen along the keys.

Out of absolutely nowhere, X stood up and bolted out the door. “Well, damn. He’s got places to be, I guess,” Emery chuckled as they looked at Mosi who— “H-Hey! Why’re you leaving me, too?!” Mosi followed after X without much of an explanation. Huffing, Emery grumbled as she stood and followed before pausing and smiling at Dakota. “We’ll be right back!”

Emery followed after Mosi and arrived at the scene of the crime a few seconds after to see X harassing some poor Chimera. Narrowing their eyes, Emery took it a step further than Mosi did when she scolded X and Emery decided to both scold and intervene.

“Ditto what Mosi said, but just don’t grab random people in the first place for no reason, ya goof!” Emery mumbled, smacking him upside the head though this was more of a playful tap that Emery purposely made as light and harmless as possible. Prying X’s hands off the poor guy’s shoulder, Emery dusted off the area X grabbed them before spinning them around. “I am so sorry if he scarred— Oh my God, you are cu-ute!!” Emery smiled brilliantly before pausing and frowning as they took a step back from the chimera and really took all of him in. “This—” their finger drew a circle in the air, motioning to the chimera’s face and hair— “oh, I am loving that. Throw on a pair of cat-eye sunglasses and you will make them drop. This—” their wrist went limp as they shook their head in disappointment— “oh honey, we need to update your wardrobe. Don’t get me wrong, love the style you are going for and the palette totally suits you but you need something that better fits your body type.” Clicking their tongue, they shifted their weight from one foot to the other, looking away briefly before returning their gaze to the unnamed chimera. “I’m feeling that you would look drop-dead gorgeous in high-waisted pants— dare I say jeans— and a crop top. Throw a brown bomber jacket over that and call it a day. Waaaait, high-waisted green pants with a flare at the bottom would look good, too…” Emery thought before grumbling and swatting their hand at other potential ideas as they placed themself next to the chimera. “Well, we will workshop your outfit later.”

“Oh and where are my manners!!” Emery swore at themself in Hindi before turning to the chimera with a sharp-toothed grin. “I’m Emery— they/them please and thank you— and I am your sound person. I am also the best dressed no matter what Dakota or Aster say so come talk to me if you need wardrobe help— or help getting your clothes off!~” Emery tacked on the last part of the sentence with a wink, briefly nudging their shoulder into the man before walking in between Mosi and X. “This amazing werewolf right here is the one, the only, Mosi!” Emery giggled excitedly as they used jazz hands while motioning to their roommate with a large smile. “She’s just best at both giving advice and beating my ass in every video game we play together— which is exactly why she rarely joins my streams so I don’t look more like an idiot but I digress. And this—” Emery stopped giving Mosi jazz hands and now leaned their entire weight into X— “is the wonderful ball of joy that is, Xy-X!~ He’s just a big ol’ softie.” Emery pinched his cheek with a mischievous grin, knowing full well of the eventual consequences, while trying to force X into a smile. “Now, come oooon! Smile once for the newbie, pleeeeeaaase?~”

Now, despite Emery previously attempting to help introduce the newcomer and get to know them better, Emery was entirely distracted with trying to get X to smile as they giggled mischievously and continued to pester the dragon.

Beltemous | Manger of Kade | Cŵn Annwn

The night felt unsettling empty, with the critters of the forest silent with their nightly song. The stars glimmered beautifully in the abyssal blanket, the moon nosily peeking at the Earth below. The temperature was cold, aiding the already ominous environment of the forest. The winds gently blew, disrupting the formerly stilled vegetation of trees and grass alike. The only noises to interrupt the silence came from the dancing leaves and swaying branches. As the winds died down, everything went still once more. The woods calmed down to their noiseless state. The aura of the place is worrisome, this whole grove instilling a sense of dread in one's soul, like stumbling into a graveyard untouched by centuries. Truly. The entire atmosphere is enough to sway the minds of foolish hikers as it did to silence the critters. Indeed, this place is a graveyard for the half-witted who sparked his ire. This was his hunting ground to satisfy his wounded ego. In his eyes, his pride is worth more than the lives who shunned it without shame.

The winds blew for a few seconds before fading to nothingness. The sound of softened footsteps echoed in the night. The footsteps cushioned by the grass below. Panicked and exhausted sang alongside it, the stench of distress soiling the once untainted zephyr. A black nostril twitched, inhaling the scent drifting so openly before sneezing it out. Its face is concealed with a mask of obscurity, its yearning eyes of charcoal gazing ahead. Its tongue grazed along its lips, droop dripping from its open mouth. Visible vapors formed with each sharp exhale the creature did before subsiding into nothingness. The beast lifted its head to the night sky, its mouth agape as it released a godawful howl, taunting its strayed victim. The wail made it seem that it could be anywhere, its exact location undisclosed. They arched their head back to their original posture, their orbs gazing in front of them. Their legs moved into a simple trot, chasing their prey steadily. The creature followed their scent, growing hungrier as it became stronger and stronger. It dodges and weaves shadow to shadow, avoiding the ogling moon that would be quick to rat out its position.

Finding his target trying to take cover behind a pile of stones made the creature chortle before swiftly leaping on top. It positioned itself above him, glaring down at the man whose back was pressed against the rocks. His clothes were dirtied and torn, a rather disgusting sight. Though, his scent of despair was enough to make the large dog move closer. His mouth drooling at this point as it licks its chops, its black orbs fixated on the fearful prey. Before the man could shriek, the dog lunged and devoured the man in two bites. The moon shone down on the red-coated canine, amazed by such a sight.

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Mentions: Open

The club's different from what Beltemous remembered, his eyes of charcoal watching the wild crowd. Prolonging his sips to get the taste of blood from his mouth, he reeks heavy cologne to mask the scent of death. Not wanting to stand out from his typical business attire, Beltemous was wearing a white shirt with dark blue jeans that were nearly black in pigmentation. On his feet were designer ankle-high black boots. He has a few luxurious accessories, such as the gold watch around his right wrist and a few piercings on both ears. He wants to blend in, but not too much where he looks like a simpleton. The others enjoy the loud music and headache-inducing lights, Bel despises it and desires to be elsewhere, but this is the only place where he can get discounted drinks. It's either that he deals with the metallic taste for extended amounts of hours or binge drinks the vile flavor. He rolled his eyes at his internal monologue before getting up. Still holding onto his partially filled drink, Bel saunters toward the bar to get a refill.

He sat on one of the stools, trying his hardest to ignore a couple having a full-blown makeout session beside him. Bel inhaled once, getting a whiff of their scent to see what species they belonged to. What he detected made a brow raise in wonder, side-glancing the two with an observant gaze. "A vampire and a human," he whispered, aimlessly swishing his cup around, stirring the liquid within, "how cliche." He rolled his eyes, focusing them on the bartender, and dipped his head once they made eye contact. "Whiskey." Placing his cup down so the person behind the counter can refill it. The couple got up and made their way to the club's exit, the two a giggling mess. Bel watches them for a split second, sipping his filled cup, "Someone's getting drained tonight," he internally remarked, twisting his body to face the bar entirely. Although, it's uncertain if he was talking about the male vampire or the human female specifically. It doesn't matter who it is. It fits right with either or.

"I better go check on Emery, I hear his little wardrobe speech...and of course Mosi." Dakota mutters to herself and grabs a packet of biscuits, launches herself at her at her wheelchair , pulls off all the bags of random shit she has in there. And zooms towards the sound of the voices but the she stops after a few seconds. Maybe I shouldn't you know...he did say you know he would be right back...but there might be new person. Person means talking to them Dakota had a debate on whether to go to the voices and whatever he was talking to but then decided she needed to keep breathing and zoomed towards Mosi and Emery's voices . Pulling down her top , she arrived at the scene. "Are you guys harassing someone with words or what?" She said with a slight tone of confusion. She really didn't know what was happening but if it is. X was there as well.X was their cool dragon bodyguard and she liked how their bodyguard was unique inside and out . She bet that no band had a dragon bodyguard like them.They might not have a band name but they had a cool band including a freaking bodyguard that was a dragon. She couldn't really see what was happening because people were in her away and she felt an urge just to run them over with her wheelchair but they were her band mates, and I suppose friends so she couldn't. She had made a promise at school she wouldn't do it after she accidentally maybe knocked someone over with her wheelchair into a trash can. I mean they deserved it but still she had promised so she would keep it. She added a few seconds later after her question "If it a cute person , I wanna know you can't keep them all to yourselves guys .sharing is caring I think." She stayed quiet after that awaiting for Mosi or Emery to answer her many questions she had rattling sround her brain like bullets that wouldn't shut up and leave her alone. She just knew it had to be a new band member or something , something just didn't feel like it was an intruder apart from the wardrobe speech of course . Dakota opened the packet of chocolate bourbon bourbons and crunched on one slowly and grinned. She liked the suspense but this was too much so she tried to break some by eating slowly. A biscuit . One after the other. Taking as much as time as needed. She swatted the dangly green earrings she had in that she forgot about as they swung in her face like the annoying strands of hair that just won't leave you alone.

Valente/X | Bassist/Bodyguard | UNB | Chimera/Dragon

Valente nearly found himself collapsing at the sudden attention he was receiving, his eyes darting from person to person, his mouth constantly opening and closing to try to communicate back. "I, uh, I'm-" he stammered, clutching the handle to his duffle bag, his fist growing pale at the increased tension. His eyes shuffled to his snake tail, trying to find comfort in the only thing he's used to. The snake turns his head to X, who's scowling immensely. Probably from being scolded by two people for doing his job. The two reptiles locked eyes for a few seconds before the snake let out a long hiss, with the dragon's face wrinkling in disgust. "His name is Valente?" X questioned the snake, who returned hissed to respond to his question. The dragon huffs, smoke coming from his nose, "I don't care about his behavior. He's an incompetent weakling." He snapped, crossing his muscular arms together. Valente altered his head between them, confused about how they understood each other. A little part of him was hurt that the man called him a weakling, but he wasn't that upset. In truth, the first half was correct.

Faust hissed in retort, and if snakes could glare, he would've been giving X such a stare. The dragon scoffed, clearly offended by what the snake said. He uncrossed his arms and pointed at the living tail, "At least I'm not part of some dude's ass, you lesser reptile." When the snake hissed, it sounded like a gasp, which made Valente clear his throat to stop the conversation before it could escalate further. "Maybe we should, you know, move onto something. . .different." Finally, he managed to speak a clear sentence but avoided eye contact. He rubbed his arm with his free hand, "Thank you for the compliments and for introducing everyone," he politely replied to Emery, then he frowned, but it was more so towards himself, "I'm sorry if I dressed so underprepared. I have limited clothes to spare. I'll try to work on it." X huffs, side-glaring at Emery standing beside him, with a bit of jealousy in his amber eyes. It went away abruptly, and he turned on his heels to reenter the room they all left from. He was already on edge, and none of this was helping.

With him gone, Valente felt relaxed to the point he made eye contact, offering them an awkward smile, "I'm Valente Aurelius Benedictus, but I prefer the name, Val." His voice was still shaky, but it was steadily getting better. Val went silent, "Emery," staring at them first and offering them a smile, "Mosi," his focus went to the werewolf, giving them a nod, "and finally. . .you?" Val's eyes went to the woman in the wheelchair, and his eyes softened. "I didn't get your name." He rubs the back of his neck, his brows knitting together.

Beltemous | The Scarlet Cross | Manger of Kade | Cŵn Annwn

The man couldn't help but be intrigued when he felt emotions dramatically shift, his orbs darkened, and his lips coiled sinisterly. His eyes of charcoal dart around the club, greedily searching for the source of such a dilemma. With each failed attempt to pinpoint the origin, his hunger only worsens. His fingers aimlessly trace the rim of the empty glass, the ice in the container melting pitifully. He crossed his legs, staring at the crowd on the dancefloor, losing himself to his inner beast. Finally, his eyes settled on a blue-eyed fellow, watching as he was dragged off the dancefloor by the belt. Still, his cravings didn't cease, lazily leaning his back against the counter, gazing at the man intensively. He was fixated on such a doll face, yet his sullied mood was what Bel was focusing on. Each time someone walked past him, blocking his few from the man, he was close to snapping and cursing them out for their interruption. His teeth met each other hard as his jaw clenched, and the nail on his finger tracing the glass became pointed. He scratched the cup with an ear-piercing sound from the two's gration. Bel absentmindedly watched as the man and woman conversed, allowing his mind to host lewd thoughts about the man, a shaky sigh escaping him as he daydreamed.

He imagined his teeth digging into his skin, hearing him moan out his name with each possessive bite. Oh, that thought alone was enough to set him into a frenzy. His mouth wanted something different as his tongue ached, eager to taste and feel the man's flesh underneath it. The hound's skin prickled as it begged for the man's touch, and Bel's body heat deepened. All this fueled the raging inferno stirring inside him, yelling at him for a release. His intentions weren't romantic, let alone true sexual attraction. His goal was inherently selfish; however, he doesn't view it as such. What does he want then if he seeks none of the two? To start: it's concerning. Bel shows no interest in anyone except for his self-interest. What he wants, no, what he warrants, is control: a puppet for entertainment and feeling empowered over it. Yes, it. You heard it right. An object, his commodities, to be exact. His privilege is to form it into what he wishes, even when it's human or supernatural. Indeed, that man had become his unknowing fascination.

WIP

Emery | Non-Binary | 22 | Human |Soundcrew | UNB

M: X, Mosi, Dakota, + Val (dir.)

Bing!

Taking out their black phone with the four-cats-on-top-of-eachother sticker displayed prominently, colored to be like the non-binary flag, of course, Emery leaned away from the soundboard to read the new message they got on their phone. Pausing, now Emery took their full attention away from the rest of the crew as they realized… it was their dad.

“Hey, sweet pea! Hate to bother you at your job, but don’t worry about picking me up tonight.”

Emery hesitated before quickly typing a response as they shook their head in deep confusion.

“pops, I don’t mind picking you up after work” Three dots appeared on screen as Emery waited for a response. For a nurse who is supposed to be good with his hands, their father was surely a slow typer. “did something come up?”

“Yes.” Emery had to wait for what felt like forever to see their father’s response. “You know how you said you wanted to go to the Human Rights protest downtown today?”

“yeah…?”

Being mostly human, Emery had always been an avid supporter of getting more rights for humans and other species who had little to no magic or were weak compared to most other species. Because of scheduling and other conflicts though, they had only been able to attend a few. Emery still did their best to support mundane peoples and thanks to their streams, they could raise money to help support the Mundane Society which helped push and promote laws and legislators that could help protect non-magic users. This was all besides the point though.

“Well, I am glad you did not. Apparently, someone drove into the crowd and hit some protestors including a kitsune officer on the scene. The fairy driver crashed into a light pole so he is in critical condition.”

“gods is everyone alright??” Emery paused before rapidly typing another message. “sorry I meant is everyone still alive?”

“Yes.” Emery fiddled with their boba and music-note keychain on their phone as that agonizing bubble of three dots appeared. “One 31 year-old troll and a 17 year old gnome. Many more in serious condition. I will be here late tonight helping them so don’t worry about driving me. go enjoy a night with your friends if you can.”

Gods…

Emery was stunned for a moment. Band practice was practically done by this point but they were still too sick to actually stay any longer. After typing a quick goodbye to their dad, wishing him luck, Emery stood and grabbed their satchel, lugging it over their shoulder.

“Hey Mosi and newbie! You both ready to head out?”

~~~~~

Emery’s red car was a centaur brand— you know, the ones with the centaur shooting an arrow as the logo? It was probably older than Emery since the centaur brand was dwindling in popularity now compared to the cheaper and more widely available brand that was made by wizards, because of course it was wizards, but it was cheap when Emery’s dad first bought it and it was still as reliable as ever.

With the windows rolled down, for once, Emery did not slap away Mosi’s hand as it crept stealthily towards the radio as if to attempt to change it without Emery noticing. Normally, Emery would gladly slap away the werewolf’s hand to listen to their tunes for just a bit longer until the car ride ended, but Mosi probably needed the radio to at least be in her favor. Emery wished she could better help her friend after the harsh break up, but Emery was totally and utterly clueless as to how to do so. Emery knew it was not much, but they decided to be a good roommate (shocking, I know!) and allow Mosi to win the little things, like the car radio, so that she would feel at least somewhat better.

Emery looked back in the rearview mirror to glance back at Val briefly, ensuring the chimera was comfortable. Allowing the timid man to have more room for his tail was a necessity and Emery was not ready to make the new band member uncomfortable within his first day. He seemed to be a really great guy in all honesty. Emery would adore taking him to a thrift store though in order to find good, cheap clothes for Val. Maybe a scarf for the snake? Ooo! Or a little cowboy hat!~ …Yeah, that snake would either kill him out of frustration or X would do it out of jealousy. Maybe Emery can get X a cowboy hat to match? Wouldn’t that be a sight?

Shaking mischievous plots of cloth-shopping with the newbie or messing with X to push his buttons from their head, Emery focused on parking their car in the parking lot before exiting the vehicle and waiting for the other two to follow before locking the door to the car.

“Okay, we only really have two beds in the apartment,” Emery stated as they twirled their keys around their finger while giving Val a sympathetic look, “but I am sure you can sleep on the pull out couch or in my bed on the nights I’m away. Just don’t do anything creepy if you are in my bed.” Walking into the building, Emery tossed their keys up in the air and caught them repeatedly since they were unable to focus on just simply walking and talking. Stepping into the elevator of the building, Emery hit floor three. “We don’t have a lot of food in the fridge right now— I was planning to go shopping tomorrow— so you’ll have to—” The elevator door open once more, but they were still on the same floor. Groaning, Emery slapped the third floor button once more. “You’ll have to make due with what we have for tonight. You can borrow some of mine or Mosi’s clothes for the club if you don’t have—” Once again, the elevator door opened but they had not moved a floor. After mumbling a short “sorry, it just does this” to Val followed by a couple of discreet swears, Emery then aggressively slammed the button and the doors closed. “Anyways, if you don’t have clubbing fits, we got you covered.”

Walking down the hallway of the third floor, Emery stopped at Mosi and Emery’s apartment before slipping the key into the door and twisting. It was not anything special, but it was a nice apartment. With the setting sunlight glistening through the window, the couch was—

“I call dibs on the bathroom!!” Emery shouted before placing the keys on the counter and making a dash to the bathroom so they could be the one to get ready first. After disappearing around the door frame to the bedroom, Emery poked their head back out to wave a finger at Mosi. “You! Show him around the apartment! And he might be cute, but do not do anything on the couch!! That is fucking sacred and you know it!” After of moment of a stern expression from Emery, they giggled before waving and saying “kaythanksbyyyyye~”