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Post by Rainer Greyback on Jul 30, 2012 4:06:58 GMT -5
Rainer fidgeted in the seat he had taken at the shady bar, the stool he sat on creaking a little under his weight. He was by far the tallest man in the room, and his weight went along with that, thick muscles in his arms, chest and legs. He was the alpha of his pack, he was Rainer Greyback and he was known for his size and strength which was just unfortunate for all this flimsy wizard furniture since he was sure the maker never thought they'd be having a 6'8'' man seated on their spindly little stools.
He had been sitting there waiting for the target to arrive. There was word that there may be a visit from a few of the old death eaters who liked to drink here for the reason that it was in Knockturn meaning they'd be welcomed. He had been ordered by Liam to approach them, cohere them to rejoin the forces once more using any means possible (he just hoped it came down to getting physical, always was pleasurable).
The thing that was making him shift though now was the fact that Rainer could feel his temperature rising, the long sleeved shirt he had pulled on over his torso tight and he felt hot around the collar. His heart beat picked up and all the scents in the room were amplified. Every movement was sharp, catching his eyes as they followed every step, every gulp, every twitch of the other patrons.
It was time, he was in heat.
Rainer had to curse his luck, on a mission no less as well, he needed to keep focus. As long as he kept his focus he'd be fine...perfectly fine...hopefully.
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Post by Quinn Katarina Carney on Jul 30, 2012 19:06:32 GMT -5
Bridget was there for her usual routine. Grab a drink, grab a man and head home before any complications arose. She stepped into the atmosphere of Gypsies Tavern. She had been favoring the dark bar lately. The brunette made her way to the bar, ordered her usual drink and made a small conversation with a man.
Her outfit was nothing compared to what she should be wearing. With the chill to the weather outside, she was supposed to be in long sleeves, jeans, a jacket and maybe some boots. Of course, the young brunette always went against the grain in order to look her best. She had given up on wearing Quinn's clothes, so she grabbed some money and made her way to a clothing store to buy things that were up to her par.
Currently, she wore a rather short and flowy dress. The top of the dress was almost like a corset with it's tight, electric blue material and the skirt was a pattern of yellow and white on a background of blue. Again, her outfit made her stand out in the crowd of darkly dressed witches and wizards but Bridget could care less.
Her drink was slid into her hand and she scanned the crowd for a place to sit. Her eyes rested on a tall man, taller than anyone she had ever seen before but nonetheless devilishly attractive. He was alone and he looked...dazed. Bridget found an empty table and she walked toward it, her hip brushing against the tall man as she passed by.
Tonight, if someone wanted her, they would have to come up to her themselves.
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Post by Rainer Greyback on Aug 2, 2012 7:00:00 GMT -5
Rainer felt the muscles in his hand twitch, the glass he held already beginning to crack under the strain which the wolf was now forcing in, using the cup as a median of control but it didn't seem to be working all too well. He wanted to grab someone and just taken then right then and there on the bartop if he had to, he just needed release, now.
As a young girl, she didn't seem too much younger than the wolf walked past and brushed Past him, her side touching him. The hand which held his glass clenched in an attempt to strain himself and the glass shattered, the jaggered edges slicing open his palm. Rainer let out a low hiss as crimson liquid poured from the wound but it was a distraction for now. He needed to focus, he had a mission. But oh that girl smelt appealing, so much sweetness and his wolf smelt the promises of fun.
His hand healed up as soon as it had cut, his current state of heat aiding him in the healing process. One thing he was thankful for being a wolf definetly had to be fast healing otherwise Rainer could recall numerous times where he'd have nearly died had he only regenerated at the rate of the rest of the humans.
Rainer couldn't take it anymore, he needed someone, and he needed then now. Standing up with such force Rainer knocked over the stool he sat on, not even bothering to pick it back up as he strode towards the table where the young girl had previously gone to sit down. "You, with me," Rainer said lowly, grabbing the girl by the arm as he lead them out of the establishment to the alley, pushing her up against the wall. Without any word of warning his lips were at her neck as he nipped and sucked on the skin he found, already his wolf howling at the anticipation of what was to come.
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Post by Quinn Katarina Carney on Aug 12, 2012 13:47:49 GMT -5
Bridget looked around the bar, waiting to see what man would try for her that night. More often than not when she did this she had three or four men to choose from, typically the most aggressive one always won. That was just how Bridget was.
She crossed her legs and took a sip of her drink. A man had just slid into a chair beside her and she smiled at him. Just when the man was about to offer her a drink or something else another man(the tall one) grabbed her by the arm and stood her up.
"What the hell-" he took her outside and they were in an alley. Bridget had a grimace on her face, who did this guy think he was? She was about to protest when he began to work at her neck. If she had been some other woman, one that wasn't completely turned on by his amount of aggressiveness, they might have screamed and tried to get away.
An audible moan left her lips and she arched her body up against his, letting her head rest back against the wall. "Oh my God." She groaned.
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