Thread: Fangs and Fluff

Laney never cared much for the cold, even though she was a vampire and had been raised within it somewhat as a human. The near freezing temperatures technically didnt affect her anymore, but it was mostly habit that caused her to shiver as she put on a long, black trench coat. It had a belt that circled her narrow waist perfectly, but she decided to let the jacket hang open. Black jeans were paired with a pale green shirt that was worn upon her torso. Laney tended to prefer shades of blue, but in this forested area, green would work better to camouflage. Her petite figure was hardly imposing, but it was her firm tone that took hold and caused others to listen. Yes, she appeared delicate and sweet, but that was part of her advantage. It always had been even her maker saw that in her. Her looks hid the fact that she could be potentially dangerous and threatening. She was supposed to attend this meeting of sorts. People, even undead ones, were becoming more cautious as of late with the string of deaths that plagued this land. They didnt seem as random as the killer tried to make them. It was also strange that both vampires and werewolves were being murdered. Now she was supposed to meet with one? Was this a joke? Hundreds of years had passed since shed been a human, with live blood running through her. She supposed she was trusted enough to be dealing with the wolves. Either that or those above her felt she was just as much of a threat towards them as they were to her kind. Either way, she gave the one word command in the foreign tongue to her two companions. Both were large men that flanked her sides and took two steps back to allow her to lead. The meeting was supposed to be unarmed, but nobody was so foolish to abide by that here. It was too risky. Laney had her own weapon at her side. It was a blade sheathed in leather and sharp enough to split a hair. Her companions made motion to something up ahead and paused. Laney looked then to see the male standing right where she was supposed to meet him. What a good soldier he was. A smirk came to her lips before falling away, her eyes shifting to her men, letting them know, without a word, that they were to continue to follow her lead unless the man intended to harm her. The two males nodded, both armed with large, scary guns of their own, both deadly accurate with them. The men started to trek the distance after her and it wasnt until they were close enough that she heard the snow crunching below their boots. Laney nearly scowled to them, wishing they had not made noise, but since they had, she had to go along with it. It wasnt long before she ended up stopping before the unknown male. Her companions stopped as she did before moving a little further out to her sides, the three of them making a half circle in front of the male. When he looked up, she saw the hatred in his green eyes. It would be reflected back to him from her own ocean blues. Her chestnut brown hair was thick and heavy with wide curls, though it was held in place at her nape by a black band. Hearing his remark, her companions gave no indication that theyd even heard the male, but she smirked then. Typical wolf, wild and smelling of dirt, She replied in her accented tone, her voice still firm as she watched him.