steal the night

Ayita Catori · 06-05-2010, 09:57 PM

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ooc text. Finnally I can post. Here's what she's wearing. Ayita's dress

Zafeir looked at Strel. He had gotten used to the male and was becoming friends with him but he wasn't sure what was going on here. Its not my forte its just that I promised Ayita I would play flute for her." He said smiling. He loved his sister dearly and would do anything for him. The male excused himself before Zafier could finish. 'That and get to know you more.' He thought to himself.

Ayita smiled waving to her brother as she wrapped her arms around her mate. She was always the type of girl to be a arm candy. She was a girl who deep down loved power and wanted it. She came from power and even Zafier could see that. She was slightly selfish but she was also such a sweet and simple girl. She was happy she could once again be intertwined into some form of power.

Zafier followed Strel to the stage like a stalker who was in need of its next prey. He followed him to the stage as he pulled out a wooden flute. He started to play as he smiled at him. "Hope you don't mind." he said. Placing the wooden flute to his lips he smiled. He wanted to help the younger male and he enjoyed playing anyhow.

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Princess Chance · 06-06-2010, 01:07 AM

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It only took me foreeeever to post here. D: 300+ words.

Princess Chance was one to spend hours in front of a mirror, coifing and touching everything up just so. That was, of course, on any normal day. This day was something spectacular, and though she knew it was not completely true, she felt that she had spent the entire day preparing for the party. Surprisingly, she had been nervous about coming. She knew that Haven was nervous—he was playing, and though she knew he would do marvelously, she understood why he was worried—but she could not imagine why she would be nervous. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that many of the pack's members did not know that she and Haven were officially mates now. She did not think she had told anyone (or maybe she did, she did not remember), and she did not know how many he had told, but he certainly couldn't have told everyone, could he?

She had seen the outfit that Strelein had made for Haven, and she had done her best to match it when she had gone out hunting for a dress. The end result was not a perfect match, and the dress was a bit dark for the color of his tunic, but the dress had been too lovely for her to pass up. The deep emerald ball gown fit her well, the lace on the back of the bodice shaping her nicely. It was floor length and made of silk, beyond beautiful. Princess had simply had to have the dress, and the pack's anniversary celebration seemed like it would be the absolute perfect occasion to wear it. Her hair was done up in a neat coil atop her ears, several curled locks hanging down to frame her beautiful face. The end result, she believed, was just about perfect, and it was with that attitude that she arrived at the party with Haven. Together, they made a striking pair, the young Chance woman decided.

She gripped her mate's hand tightly, lithe fingers gently brushing the soft fur of his hand. He steered them in the direction of Ruri and Heath, as well as Strelein, and they were quickly joined briefly by a few others. "Hi," she said, voice delicate. "Ruri, you look really pretty," she added, though, she knew the Dauphine would not know what she looked like herself, and would not know what Princess looked like. Still, it was true (even if she did, admittedly, think that her dress was prettier—it was just so elegant and lovely).

Marika Russo · 06-06-2010, 03:09 PM

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The dress Marika is wearing 400+.

Well, a celebration was not something a Russo easily passed on, especially not something so important for the pack. Marika wouldn't be one to let anyone down, but it was hard deciding what to do with herself. A full day of hunting in Halifax and she had found a dress. It was by no means something she would ever wear again, but this was different. This time, her usual attire would not be sufficient. As word travelled in any pack, there were rumours that someone did a great job for dresses and tuxedos, but Marika was still unsure. Her own skills were enough to mend and alter clothes for things like tails and ears. For tonight, it would do. Her hands were shaking as she left the house and she felt once more the loss of her belt. It would not go with the dress and only hamper her. Her gait was unsteady and her stomach full of butterflies. As such, she became quite annoyed with herself, as she realised how much of a child she was.

“Stupid girl,” she muttered to herself before the doors to the hotel. Vigilante would be there, as would Rurik. There was nothing to fear. Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the light and was welcomed by the heat of the room and the chatter of different conversations. She could see Vigilante with some wolves she barely recognised from the meeting, along with Rurik some way off. Her pan pipes felt silly in her hand and she wished she could hide them away somewhere. The cool breeze of the outside world was at her back and once more, Marika felt the need to run. She could leave. She could just vanish. But then, as always, she would be a coward and miss out something as harmless as a party. “What would your family think of you?”

It was to her family that her gaze now turned and she made her decision. She wouldn't simply butt into conversation, but letting them know she was there would be for the best. With new purpose, she walked towards Rurik, a smile on her face. There was a slight swagger in her hips, too, as she moved, denoting her joy at being there, a walk that mirrored dancing more than anything. Indeed, why was no one dancing? Touching Rurik lightly on the arm, she flashed him a smile and said quietly, “I hope you are enjoying yourself. When will there be dancing?” Everyone looked so elegant, that it made her want to go and look into a mirror again. She had never known herself to be so vain and in a way, it almost bothered her. However, Marika was here to enjoy herself, drink and dance, so with a quick brush of her hand through her hair, all her miserable thoughts went away and were once again replaced with excitement.

Strelein von Rosnete · 06-07-2010, 04:53 PM

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this party thread is NOT going fast enough, moaaar

Strel fumbled with the strings on his lute, his nervousness going down his limbs and into his fingers. Growling softly, he shook out his hands and cursed himself mentally. What was he being such a pansy for? There was no reason to act like this; he just had to get over himself and just be normal. A few plucks of the lute were awkward and off key, but the redhead figured the instrument was a little bit out of tune from a change in humidity. He twisted the nobs and tested the sound, unaware that Zafier was coming up behind him. Ears flicked back at the sound of steps on the wooden stage, then his entire body turned to face the man. Strel looked relatively surprised, lute in his hands, one hand on the neck and the other cradling the body.

"Don't do that," he complained, not liking when people sneaked up behind him; it was sketchy and it was not something that he liked to experience. Chasing, sure, he usually knew who was chasing him, but creeping and surprising? It was not cute and it did not entertain him, especially if his mind was completely elsewhere. Zafier played his flute, and the redhead noted that he was not all that bad. "Hey, you're not half bad." Tongue sticking out a bit, Strel tested his lute's strings one last time, and then tried to match the tune that the other man was getting at. He had no idea that the Catori man was at all musically inclined. "Where'd you learn?" It was stupid of him to ask, as Zafier could not play and talk at the same time.

Niro Takekuro · 06-07-2010, 10:14 PM

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He nodded to anann when she asked if she could pet Marahute and took the little bird out of the pouch so it could sit on it’s rather round bottom with it’s huge feet sticking out from undernieth on his palm. He smiled at the little thing that didn’t know what was going on, it had grown quite a bit in the little time it had hatched and he nodded to Anann, he was quickly distracted by an entrance, Rurik had come in holding up his liquor bottles, and Niro couldn’t help but smile, he never saw the wolf without at least one, then just behind him, his shy daughter, the pretty Lily, he smiled dreamily, looking like a love struck pup, which was what he was, but he wasn’t about to tell anyone that, when he caught himself smiling, he moved over to where Rurik was and extended his hello to his friend and to have an excuse to be near Liliya.

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Ayita Catori · 06-12-2010, 06:17 PM

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ooc text. I had to post. song is faith hill this kiss.Ayita's dress

Zafier smiled as he and Strel got the party started. He couldn't see why so many would rather linger and talk then dance and sing and enjoy them selves. He wasn't normally one who joined in all the fun but he was one who enjoyed to sit and play his flute for his family. He was not grand musician but at least he could play some.

Ayita smiled letting go of Vigilante as she walked over to the stage she was sick of everyone just doing nothing. She tapped zafeir smiling she knew he would know exactly what to do. He was already on the tune that she wanted any how as she took a deep breath she smiled looking at everyone. she released slowly as she in haled slightly getting ready to start her song.

Je dont veux un autre déchirement de coeur
Je dont ai besoin d'un autre tour de crier
Je dont veux apprendre la voie dure
Le bébé, bonjour, oh, non, au revoir
Mais vous m'avez reçu comme une fusée
Le meurtre directement à travers le ciel

Ayita smiled as she felt so alive she knew the song was slow and she knew it in English and French and she loved it in french better. She thought many things sounded better in french.

Its de la façon vous m'aimez
Its le fait de l'avoir l'impression d'être
Its mouvement centrifuge
Its félicité perpétuelle

Its que moment essentiel
Its impossible
Ce baiser, ce baiser (Irrépressible)
Ce baiser, ce baiser

Cendrillon a dit à la Neige Blanche
Comment aime vraiment arrivent ainsi du cours
Tout ce que j'ai voulu était un chevalier blanc
Avec un bon contact du cœur, mou, le cheval rapide

Montez-moi de dans le crépuscule
Le bébé, Im pour toujours le vôtre

Zafeir kept her pace with him as he smiled a bit. His sister had a voice that made even him love him. Though she was never much but a beautiful woman she had her skills. She was a beauty with a killer voice and a bite that made him at times fear. Ayita was so happy to be singing.

It�s de la façon vous m'aimez
It�s le fait de l'avoir l'impression d'être
It�s mouvement centrifuge
It�s félicité perpétuelle

It�s que moment essentiel
It�s inconcevable
Ce baiser, ce baiser (Unsinkable)
Ce baiser, ce baiser

Vous pouvez m'embrasser dans le clair de lune
Sur le toit sous le ciel
Vous pouvez m'embrasser avec les fenêtres ouvertes
Pendant que la pluie vient en coulant à l'intérieur
Embrassez-moi dans le ralenti doux
Let�s laissent chaque toboggan de chose
Vous m'avez reçu la mise à flot, vous m'avez reçu le vol

It�s de la façon vous m'aimez
It�s le fait de l'avoir l'impression d'être
It�s mouvement centrifuge
It�s félicité perpétuelle

It�s que moment essentiel
It�s subliminal
Ce baiser, ce baiser (le Criminel d'It�s)
Ce baiser, ce baiser

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Rurik Russo · 06-15-2010, 07:57 AM

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Out of Character:

PROTECTIVE SISTER IS PROTECTIVE

Rurik

Rurik peered about the room for those he knew of the pack—there were a lot of faces here! He recognized some, but not all. One of the faces that did draw his attention momentarily was Strel—Rurik almost waved to the red-headed man, and then the look of nervousness and discomfort across the other man's face made him stop and turn his attention elsewhere, contemplating this moment of almost unexpected awkwardness. They hadn't seen one another since the night in Strel's room together, and though Rurik knew damn well what had happened, he hadn't placed a lot of emphasis on it. Maybe Strel had?

Liliya

Liliya's awkwardness was abated the moment the familiar Russian voice rang out into the air. A friend? She turned to find Anatoliy sitting with... a girl! She trotted over as casually as she could toward the pair, and smiled at her brother, and less friendly at the stranger. “Что вы имеете в виду друг?” she demanded of her brother. Just as quickly she turned toward the darker female, asking in her broken English: “Are you gonna be nice to my brother? You better be,” she said, growing almost froufy with protectiveness. They might have been the same age, but Liliy would not have a tramp or unworthy woman moving in on one of her brothers.

Rurik

Rurik had followed Liliy, eager to escape the awkwardness of having caught Strel's eye for a moment, and at her words he tapped her on the arm, frowning. “Be nice, Liliya!” he said, as stern as he had been with any of his children in a long time. “Sorry,” he said, turning to Toliy's friend. “She get protective of her brozhers,” the Russian explained apologetically. A light touch against his arm caused him to turn, and he saw Marika standing just behind him, asking a question about dancing. He grinned at her and swung an arm about her shoulders, drawing her into their circle. “When zhe music goes, my dear,” he explained. “Toliy! Liliy! You meet zhis lady yet? She is your niece Marika. Zaets' daughter,” the silver-shaded werewolf explained, grinning broadly at his little family.

Liliya

Liliya's scowl softened at her father's reprimand, and she looked down at her feet. “Sorry,” she mumbled, though it was not insincere—now she was feeling rather bothered and embarassed by her actions. Toliy could look after himself—the last thing he needed was his sister barking at any women who showed interest in him. Another canine floated to their midst, and the soft tones of music caught the woman's ears. She looked to the stage and back to the other canine, recognizing him as Niro, the one she'd cooked fish for on the coast. She offered him a little smile and drew back, eager to take a minute away from her family. Rurik was making a big deal of Marika, who was somehow her niece, and Liliy simply had no interest. “So many people,” she said softly to the feather-adorned canine, shivering a little. She was still uncertain of her dress; the other women's dresses were so ornate and colorful and pretty. She felt so plain in her short and pale green-gray dress.

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