Thread: Werewolves and Mages (Javorcek X ClearSight)

Yep, her self-control was still lacking, but maybe she had grown that perfect amount, because reacting the way she did not only felt right, it seemed to make Jessie incredibly happy, and she did everything for Jessie. It was still odd for her, as a hunter and just as herself. Not only was she in love with a wolf, but anyone who knew her was astounded, she had basically become a different person. It wasn't bad, and she was certainly still her flirty, perverted, pain in the ass self, but only with the love of her life. The Leslie who had originally hit of Jessie was gone, and good riddance because she had never been happier... Or more satisfied, sexually or otherwise. She kissed her lover back and nuzzled her gently, Anything for you, mi amore. And then, as if leaving the party wasn't going to be reward enough, Jessie made it clear she was going to have a very special night. She smiled and kissed Jessie again, looking over to Mara with a quick, Enjoy your evening. before letting Jessie drag her away, leaving everyone else dumbfounded by the embarrassment and confusion of the entire situation. When the valet station was empty she whined gently, but was soon brought back to spirits by an undeterred Jessie, excitement coursing through her as the woman pinned her to the wall with that sexy strength of hers. Of course... As easily as Leslie, and all her perverseness, could handle a little exhibitionism at Jessie's whim, she was having a tough time getting over the fact that she was in a dress, and much more feminine than ever in recent days. As beautiful as she had always been it was more so now, just small things she had done for Jessie to make her smile and as gestures, that had all come together to make her more desirable than ever. It had all culminated into her wearing a dress, heels, jewelry she had to actually go and buy to match the outfit... But it was all okay, for Jessie. She would be more feminine for her mate when the situation called for it, and she liked the same from Jessie... To see her amazing mate dressed up was worth her own efforts and discomforts, and she soon got over the feminine thing, helping Jessie get to the good stuff, bracing herself against the wall and whimpering gently. Wish you had just worn your strap... She breathed out, part of her wondering if putting that idea in Jessie's head for future events was really such a wise decision, but letting her desires answer a resounding yes and letting logic go fuck itself. --- Arlann hadn't taken too long to reach her destination, but it had been long enough for the party to heat up a bit, and for her to hear the music before making it to the building. She moved quietly, not going in right away but watching, looking for Mara in the sea of wolves. She wanted to be brazen, walk in and interrupt everything, she was already pissed enough to shut anyone up who attempted to stop her, but she wasn't dressed for it and part of her didn't want to make trouble for Mara... That was, until she actually found her friend on the dance floor. She went from mildly irritated to pure white hot rage within a second, that slimy fuck Michael's hand on Mara's ass, them dancing so close... Him taking lead. It all had her boiling with rage, and she felt the temptation to bust in and just start right for him, to crush the bastard for touching her. Yet Arlann smiled, an evil little smile as she considered an alternative to going in there and basically only pushing him around... She needed to make more of a statement, and she was mad enough to make a decision she would have normally forbid herself from making. She was going to make it clear just what level she was on... And make Michael realize he didn't have the fucking juice to compete with her, which would involve more than a little theater, and a display over power she had purposefully avoided to keep herself anonymous. Fuck it, she was announcing to the wolves that she was Mara's anyways, might as well show off a bit while she was at it... And scare the fuck out of any suitors still brave enough to approach her beautiful mate. So she moved towards a back door, hearing the piano being played and knowing coming from behind the stage was her best bet... It didn't take long for Arlann to circumvent the main room where all the wolves were and make her way backstage, magic was wonderfully convenient after all. What had taken a moment was convincing, and in the end bribing, the pianist to leave between pieces. Arlann watched from behind stage, watched Michael stick to and touch Mara, her Mara, and each moment caused her to seethe and become more angry than ever. So by the time another song was to be played she was out for blood, taking her seat behind the piano, and as if her attire didn't draw enough attention what came next most certainly did. Instead of a Waltz, or some other high society form of dance garbage, the first note was heavy, but more than that as she continued into the heavy piece it became clear she was not up there pressing random keys. Arlann had always been a gifted musician, but the piano was by far her favorite, and she was going to make a statement with it. In fact, as someone approached her, a young smartass who thought he was important by his tone, she slammed down on one note and sent him to his hands and knees. It was then Arlann stood up with a cocky little grin, but stepped over him and looked at the crowd of wolves, the entire room silent, not out of fear, but anger and curiosity. Don't worry, I'm not here to pick a fight, well not with all of you... But one of you has decided to take something they had no right taking... And I'm going to be taking it back with me. It was at that point a few of the younger more careless wolves stepped forward, smug little grins on their face. Fucking mage, we own you, nothing in this room is yours. Arlann glared, ice in her eyes as she looked the one who had spoken up and down. Boy, know when an adult is talking and shut your mouth. The ground began to shake a bit and a purple aura began to shimmer around Arlann's right hand. Because if you're wrong about your chances of winning it could end up badly... And you've so much to live for. Suddenly all the young men who had stepped forth dropped to their knees, feeling heavy and unable to shake it. Gravity... It's what I have trained to control, I can increase its hold, weaken it, and while I'm not on your little book of top mages I'll let you know, it's because I've wanted it that way. However, I no longer care... Because now I need one man in particular to realize he's fucking with what's mine. Then she looked through the crowd right at Michael, Isn't that right Michael... With that she jumped down and began walking through the crowd, most of the wolves not moving an inch, and not out of fear but because she hadn't actually hurt anyone. As savage as they could be, it was usually only the betas that ganged up, or at least that had been Arlann's experience with them. Most alphas had a sense of honor in a way, the twisted honor of slavekeepers, but honor. So she wasn't as concerned as she perhaps should have been, especially not after making it clear she could bring the whole fucking building down if she wanted to, easily in fact, just a flick of her wrist. Still, keeping multiple people pinned down by constant gravity increase, and after shaking the entire, massive, building... It wasn't easy. That being the case she released the younger alphas when she made it to Michael, who was obviously ready to rip her throat out. Growl and snarl all you want... She's mine. It was simply but exactly wanted him to understand, and as it to make that all the more clear she showed her marked neck. That sent him off and his eyes flashed gold, just enough warning for Arlann to slam him down, though he had already made it right in front of her. A second longer and he may have ended her. Fucking bastard... She snarled, careful not to say mutt or dog or anything else along those lines, even an angry insane Arlann who was interrupting the werewolf ball was not crazy enough to say such things in a crowd of the same proud alphas who weren't tearing her to shreds already. Just stay there... And don't come near her again. With that she grabbed Mara and began dragging her out of the room, with no plans on stopping until they were well away, and so completely out of her depth now that her anger was fading that she didn't quite know how to feel... Or want to see Mara's face after what she had just done.