Thread: Heartfire (Vertaige & darkangel76)

The world was a giant mass spinning in space, the third rock from the sun rotating all too happily on its axis as it made its orbit causing seasonal changes. The seasons came and went and with it so did other changeschanges for the good and changes for the bad. But all of them supposedly had one common theme to make life better for human kind. It was rather ironic that with the rise of technology, the shortcomings of humanity only became that much more apparent. A frail and fragile race existing in its own arrogance while those who'd remained hidden in the darkest of shadows for centuries merely watched until that fateful day when they finally stepped forwardthus the rise of the Supernaturals and their coexistence with humans began... The entire day had been non-stop busysomething Evelyn Bentley had hoped wouldn't be the caseat Tech Noir and the hum of something big going on downtown had been the central focus. Her feet were killing her as she carried another round of drinks to a rowdy table. The patrons... dragons. How she couldn't stand their kind on the whole. All too often most of them thought themselves above humans, as if they were superior in every way. The thought made her blood boil, her tiny hands grip her tray all the harder as she carried her tray over to where they sat in all their smugness. Evie set the glasses out before them all, her blue eyes carefully averted away from them all. There was no way she was about to make eye contact with any of them. Especially after her ears got an earful of what they were talking about. The entire bar was buzzing about the conference that was to be going on downtown regarding dragons and humans, how they shouldn't be allowed to interbreed. She'd never seen anything wrong with it and still didn't. But given her own experiences, she knew she'd never fall for one such as the likes of them. They were too damned arrogant and full of themselves and... her thoughts drifted as she recalled her past, how she'd been harassed by one of their kind. Just then, Evie snapped out of her reverie when a large hand gripped her slender wrist. The large hand was warm, the scales apparent on his flesh and a stark contrast to her pale skin. Strangely, the colors of his scales went well with the swirling blue colors of the tattoos on her forearm. Swallowing hard, she remembered the outcome of that fateful day a few years back. The horrifying reality of just how strong these beings truly were. Perhaps they truly weren't meant to interbreed or even get along. No. Evie's blue eyes flashed, her breaths coming short as a wave of adrenaline washed over her. Kindly let go, sir, she all but spat. She hoped the Tech Noir's owner was watching. Maybe he could throw out these assholes as they were clearly just trying to stir up trouble. Then again, she jerked her head and caught a glimpse of the holographic clock as it blazingly glared the time. The dragon just smirked as he eased his grip, the marks from his fingers clear on her wrist. Evie dared to look into his eyes, her red hair tumbling forward in loose curls over her slim shoulders. She could feel a fire burning inside as she looked at him and more than anything she wanted to say something cutting. But she knew that wouldn't help. Not now. Besidesagain, she glanced over at the holographic clockshe had more pressing matters at hand. As Evie shifted and moved to stand upright, her black tank top rode up slightly, showing off a bit of tummy. She gave the dragon a menacing glare, which only caused him to chuckle and snarl. Feeling a bit humiliated, she walked away and found her boss. After asking to leave, she knew exactly where she needed to go and that was downtown to the conference. She needed to do something, say something. She was tired of these dragons and their superiority. Even if she made a single statement, at least she'd feel like she'd made a stand. It was the least she could do for herself. Glancing over her shoulder, she eyed the table of dragons and scoffed. Flicking her red hair over her shoulder, she bolted out the door and began to race down the hard stone pavement of the sidewalk. Her destination... downtown. Her goal... to make a difference.