Thread: Werewolves and Mages (Javorcek X ClearSight)

Arlann's sulking had hit a high when she heard Michael... That arrogant bastard. He wanted Mara for sure, and Mara was too smart to think otherwise. So her inviting him was like saying she didn't give a damn about Arlann... Though she had a feeling she was being dramatic about that. Regardless, it was still difficult to stomach, and she wanted nothing more than to jump off of the bed and stop Mara from taking that prick with her to the ball. Yet she didn't, and instead continued to sulk and pout, letting her anger boil as she thought about what she was doing, more mad at herself than Mara or Michael. She really was a stubborn ass at times, only further proven when she realized she couldn't let Michael be Mara's escort... Not only because she loved Mara and wanted to be the one by her side, but also because she knew being a coward would turn her childhood friend away from her... They couldn't be together if Arlann couldn't stand up to the scrutiny. It was a bit too late really, Arlann had found the resolve nearly a half hour after the two had left, and she didn't have a clue where the thing was being held. It didn't stop her from running through, in plain clothes, frantic, desperate really. That's how she ended up at Mara's workplace, and it was clear there was no party being held, but the parking lot wasn't empty... In fact Sammie was still around, and being pushed against a car by two other wolves. It didn't look like assault, but she looked scared, her cute nervousness replaced by a girl on the verge of tears, and the other wolves were laughing up a storm. No doubt they knew Sammie was too awkward to tell Mara. Fuck... She wanted to rush to Mara's side but she couldn't leave Sammie alone to be tormented by assholes. How they could even be that mean to an adorable little thing who served Mara of all people was beyond Arlann, but she wouldn't pretend to understand the minds of such people. So she headed over, wasting no time in whistling to grab the attention of the two wolves and giving them a cocky grin. Bad dogs. Mara's going to be sooo upset that her bitches don't respect the rules... Yep, let them get pissed. So how about you leave Sammie alone before I break the both of you. As much as Arlann expected fight, for them to launch at her and get sent flying, they didn't. Whether it was the smell of Mara on her or whether word had started to get around of just what she was capable of it had them snarling and just leaving. It was almost disappointing, but hurting them had not been the goal. So she walked over to Sammie and helped her gather a few things that had fallen, and smiled at her gently. You okay? --- Leslie was feeling slightly uncomfortable, partially because she was surrounded by werwolves, but mainly because she was in a fucking dress. She had won a contest for who was allowed to wear a suit, but Leslie wasn't going to let Jessie be the only uncomfortable one. Gah, everything felt wrong though. Her hair hadn't been cut since they started dating, which made it a bit too long for her liking, she was in a dress, heels, no weapon... It was all just not right. Mix that with the fact that almost every other person in attendance was a werewolf and it made for one miserable hunter. Luckily her tattoo was in a private location. Still, it wasn't in her nature to be looked down on or allow people to say snide things to Jessie, and the entire night was becoming a test of her willpower and self-restraint. The only thing keeping her sane was Jessie... And she barely left her mate's side, getting them drinks when needed but for the most part being right next to her, ready to end anyone who gave more than a glare and insulting word. Some wolves forgot that silver was not the only way to kill them. Sure it made things easier, was a poison, but cutting off a head, snapping a neck, piercing the brain or heart... Usually that would also do the trick. It just wasn't the way to go, trying to match strength and speed with a wolf, but if they underestimated her she could do it, and would if any of them made the slightest aggressive movement in Jessie's direction. Luckily Jessie had people she knew so not everyone was out to get her, it let her relax, and Leslie was happy about that. So she went up behind Jessie, pushing anyone in her way aside, and wrapped her arms around her lover, smiling and kissing her neck gently. Love you. She whispered, well aware that the surrounding of wolves would hear it but wanting it to sound intimate anyways. And don't get too drunk tonight. She chuckled before looking over at Mara from her position hugged up behind Jessie. Who did you come with tonight Mara? She wasn't too familiar with the other wolf but if anything was still left of the old Leslie it was her forwardness, and she didn't feel like making the evening stuffier with formalities. Besides, out of all the wolves she had met that night Mara seemed to have the smallest stick up her ass, though she had seemed rather irritated at first arrival.