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Post by Lysander Farjul on Nov 8, 2009 21:49:12 GMT -5
“Oh my GOD, is that a lion?!” “Honey, run!” “Where’s my baby? WHERE’S MY BABY?” “Is somebody calling the police?
Ah, the screams of abject terror. It was music to his sensitive ears. The thrill of frightened prey, the pounding of feet, as if they actually thought they could outrun him if he really wanted a taste of their flesh…
Yeah, and the shrill noise that practically cut through his eardrums, until he thought they might burst. Maybe strolling into the park to shift in the low hanging trees in the late afternoon wasn’t such a good idea, after all. He did love the heat, and being in his human body for so long had annoyed him to no end…
But he just wasn’t in Kansas anymore, was he? Oh well. At least he’d relieved some of his boredom as he watched various tourists fleeing as fast as their sandals could carry them. And the way that pregnant woman moved, dragging her little brat so fast, the child was practically airborne…
With a sound akin to a snort, Lysander watched the retreating humans with a sense of amusement. It had started off as a nice enough day; the expensive hotel in which he stayed had offered a variety of different services, ranging from hot bathes to…professional company. He’d awoken with a sense of lazy contentment, gorged on a few rare steaks- no doubt scaring the wits out of the cooking staff- and taken a leisurely stroll through the park. Combined with the heat, the low lying trees made him homesick, and it was just natural to find a secluded area and shift into his natural form.
Hell, these stupid little humans thought that his appearance was scary. If he really gave in to his instincts, there would be nowhere to run.
Stretching, the lion watched the humans as they scuttled away, lying contently on his side with his legs out in front of him. His ears twitched as the sounds of wailing sirens became increasingly closer, and with a sad sigh, he pushed himself to his feet and trotted off to where he’d hidden his clothes.
The change was flowing, as usual, and he relished in the ache and crunch of bones shifting. As the sirens grew louder, he quickly slid on his pants, glaring down at the thin material of his shirt, socks and shoes. Gods, was it so necessary to don these annoying things? They were so confining, so annoying, so…ITCHY.
Scooping the clothing up, he decided against them, for now. Padding barefoot and bare chested across the grass, he moved away from a growing scene of chattering humans and excited cameras.
Silly little people. It was just so sad, when seeing a lion out of its cage was the highlight of their day. And some said that ignorance was bliss…
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Post by Isobel O'Conner on Nov 10, 2009 11:28:18 GMT -5
It was such a beautiful day that Isobel found herself knocking off her work early and taking an unplanned stroll through the park. So far, her search for hte ever elusive Seal of Solomon had come up empty and it was starting to really piss her off. If she could just lay her pretty little hands on that treasure, all her worries would be over. She could sell it to the highest bidder and be assured of a safe place when that side won the war that was currently raging on the supernatural level. However, the damned thing wasn't cooperating and word had it that the Winchesters were now in New Orleans. It seemed her luck was going south fast and she needed some time to just clear her mind.
Strolling through the park, she heard a suddenly commotion and blinked as people fled past her in a panic. In the mess, she heard the words "lion" "beast" and "Man eater" rattled offf consistantly. This caused her eye brow to arch and a smirk to settle on her face. Maybe she could turn this to her benifit... After all, if a lion had somehow managed to escape, there was every chance she could contain it and turn it in for a reward.
Moving in the direction the commotion had started, she stepped into the shadows of the trees just in time to see the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen step out of them. For a moment, she stared at his bare chest as if entranced and then bit her bottom lip as she fought the impulse to make a little purr all her own. Her senses were on full alert and she knew instantly that the man was not completely human. Ever one to play with fire, the petite witch sashayed forward until his eyes fell on her and then struck a provocative pose as she eyed him up and down.
"Oh baby.... Now don't you give new meaning to "BITE ME"!" she drawled out, unabashed in her frank appraisal. "If I run will you pounce? That might just be worth the effort of a little game of chase."
Stepping forward, she began to walk a circle about the shifter even as her eyes gleamed with wicked mischief. His human form reminded her of an Arabic sultan she'd known once upon a time and she could very well picture this man taking what he wanted without a qualm. It sent a delicious shiver down her back even as she danced out of reach just in case.
"Such a pretty kitty.... I've half a mind to take you back to my place and play with you..."
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Post by Lysander Farjul on Nov 11, 2009 10:53:23 GMT -5
Rotating sore shoulders, Lysander couldn’t help but glance behind him with a smirk. Was it really such an odd thing for a beast to be wandering around? The world really had become much too human-controlled for his liking. Ah, to remember a time when he could freely roam the land in his true form, changing at will and killing whomever he wanted…
Gods, he knew there was a reason why he rarely set foot out of his home.
There were just too many rules, too many laws that he had to force himself follow, when deep inside, he knew that the only creed worth following was that of the jungle. Eat or get eaten; survival of the fittest. These humans were too fat, too ignorant, too…too…
Mouthy. Well, talk about a surprise. Was that female actually speaking to HIM? And…’pretty kitty?’ Gods help him.
Blinking a bit in confusion, Lysander just looked at her strangely. ‘Bite me?’ Was that some kind of come-on? Or a demand that he actually go and bite her? That would definitely be a new one, but he’d met his fair share of…different preferences over the years. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, the shifter couldn’t help but wonder how the world had changed so drastically in its language. First he’d had to learn that calling a woman a ‘maiden’ made him sound like an idiot, and now this.
Thank you, Shiva, for the heated interesting her eyes. Now, THAT he could definitely understand.
As the woman circled him, he couldn’t help a small smile from curling his lips, head turning slightly so he could watch her from each angle. She definitely was a pretty thing; he’d give her that. Her face was an artist’s dream, and her body fit enough to take care of its master, flitting out of his reach like a bird. Perhaps he’d let her live for calling him a…shudder, ‘kitty.’
Actually, forget that; she knew what he was. How in the hell was that possible?
Silence stretched on as he took in a deep breath, taking in that unique scent that slapped him with an obvious ‘other.’ Damn, he was getting slow if he hadn’t realized that sooner. While he should probably be wary that he might be facing something stronger than the average Jane, all he could do was widen his smile and watch her.
Finally, someone interesting. And here he’d thought that the world was now comprised solely of fat humans, annoying wolves and moronic hunters.
“Hadn’t anyone ever told you that it is unwise to bring a stranger into your home?” He said finally, voice tainted with faint traces of an accent. “You never know who might want to devour you, little bird.”
Taking a step closer to her, he fought back the urge to laugh. Perhaps she didn’t know who she was toying with? The same could be said for him…but hell if that didn’t stop him from dropping his shirt and shoes right there on the ground, eyes locking on her face with an intent light.
“Run,” The word came out in a low rumble as he watched her. “Do run, sharat. I wonder what it would be like to catch you.”
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Post by Isobel O'Conner on Nov 11, 2009 12:26:15 GMT -5
Isobel could see the thoughts running through his mind and knew she was probably playing with fire by tormenting the creature. However, like normal, that did nothing to stop her from baiting him. Its wasn't that she was stupid or anything.. It was just her life got tediously dull without some form of risk and this was to much fun to pass up... and.. lets face it.. the male body she was eying at the moment was doing things that outta be illegal to parts of her better left unmentioned. The grace with which he moved was dangerously lethal while being fluid and true. She hadn't seen his like in... well... ever!
Sure, sure.. she'd been around her share of silly little shifters who played at being deadly but this one WAS deadly. She could see it in his eyes as they followed her and made her wonder what it would be like to actually BE the center of his sole focus. Just the thought made her shiver happily and then she was bouncing around him once more with a wicked grin.
"Oh...... Is that a promise or a threat? I might actually LIKE you devouring me..." she chirped back as she danced just out of his reach with beyond human speed.
As his dark eyes focused on her intently, Isobel felt her heart beat kick up a knotch. His next works had a twinkling laugh escaping her and bounding through the distance seperating them.
“Run,” The word came out in a low rumble as he watched her. “Do run, sharat. I wonder what it would be like to catch you.”
"Oh.... Perfect! I do so love an afternoon game of hide and seek!" she called back just a heartbeat before she seemed to disappear. "Catch me if you can, my king of the jungle!"
Calling on her own magic, Isobel began to move quickly, appearing to be in one stop and then another as she worked at staying one step ahead of the lion. Knowing he could follow her scent, she moved through the park and out into the city. Using the other people to mask her movements, she dodged and lept through the French Quarter until she stood with her back to a wall and gazed behind her for sign of pursuit.
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Post by Lysander Farjul on Nov 14, 2009 22:30:43 GMT -5
Gods in Heaven, she had actually ran. Surprise had him standing there for a few seconds, staring at the empty space that her body had housed heartbeats before, and slowly, a feral smile slid onto his lips.
For as long as he’d lived, he’d been the source of respect, nervousness and, ultimately, fear. His kind believed he carried evil in his soul, humans thought that evil defined his soul, and his fellow shifters would rather the poor, shredded thing float out of the world and leave them all in peace.
But this one? This woman, who was so obviously not human and not one of his kind? With a sly grin and light words, she faced his challenge and threw out one of her own.
Oh yes, he was going to enjoy his time in New Orleans. He was going to enjoy it very much.
Lips twitching at the ‘king of the jungle’ quip, Lysander charged forward, hand sliding through thin air as she disappeared. His nostrils flared as he searched for her scent, body aching to change into his natural form in order to track his now would-be prey. But that would defeat the purpose of the game, wouldn’t it? She’d said she wanted to be devoured, and he was starting to picture a very different version of the word.
Scooping up his clothes, he chased that wily scent through the trees, eyes flickering over shrubs and grassy hills. She was quick, unnaturally so, and he felt a surge of adrenaline that had his blood practically singing in his veins. When he reached the outskirts of the park, he made short work of his shoes and shirt, leaving the annoying thing unbuttoned to flow behind him like an impromptu cape.
Not that any of the normal pedestrians saw anything but a beige blur as he surged through the streets, a hungry look on his face as he followed that wicked scent.
Finally, he stopped, standing in the middle of a crowded street, his face turned slightly upward, eyes closed and concentrated. Thanks to the cars passing by, beeping and tires screaming as they swerved around the crazy man standing in the middle of the road, all he could pick up on was gasoline and various bodies.
With a curse, he stalked to the sidewalk, eyes scanning the crowd. Given the feral look on his face, his fellow pedestrians gave him a wide birth, when they weren’t whispering to one another about the exotic, half-naked man. Hopefully, the police wouldn’t be called anytime soon; that would be all he needed.
But did he care about being incarcerated and having to kill various inconsequential little humans for freedom? Or how his appearance was making him the center of attention? Hell no; the only thing he was focusing on was a little bird. He would win this game, and claim his prize.
Little did he know that the object of the chase was standing in an alleyway only two blocks away…
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Post by Isobel O'Conner on Nov 15, 2009 17:49:33 GMT -5
Content in the knowledge that she had time to play, Isobel stepped from the alley and began to stroll down the street. As she went, she scanned the crowd and several pockets were lighter as she passed. More than one man was bedazzaled by her bright smile while more than woman huffed in scorn as Isobel gave the man with her that same smile. Giving a little wave to one particularly upset lady, the petite woman danced away to gaze into the store windows that line the shopping district.
Just as she was passing the last store on the block, something sparkly caught her attention and she had to back track to gaze at the object of her affection. Laying on rich black velvet in the jewelry store window, a brilliant choker necklace made of twinkling bright diamonds, sinfully deep rubies and gold so pure it made her heart delight. For a long moment, she simply stared and sighed in happiness as she formulated plans to have that necklace in her possession. All though of pursuit slipped her mind as she gazed at him and calculated the security measure the store had in place and how best to achieve her hearts desire.
Skipping to the door of the place, the pretty brunette slipped inside and moved to stand before the counter holding the choker. Tracing her finger reverantly over the glass, she smiled as the clerk approached and asked her if she could help her with anything.
"Yes.. Please... I would like to examine that necklace. Can you tell me the karats?"
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Post by Lysander Farjul on Nov 16, 2009 0:20:51 GMT -5
((Hey, hope ya don't mind this little jumpy-ness. I was gettin' mentally beaten by Sands for taking so long to find her. lol Guys and their ego's...;pp ))
Shopping?! Was she actually shopping? She’d enticed one of the most powerful of his kin, feared and revered for his bloodthirsty nature, and after leading him on a merry chase, she was SHOPPING. For something as mundane as a necklace!
Good Gods, he was torn between the urge to strangle and devour. What was that old saying? Eenie, meanie, minie, moe…
Watching Isobel from across the street, Lysander couldn’t help the small smile that played with the corners of his lips. It had taken him longer to pick up that elusive scent than his pride would like to admit, and he was so tempted just to leap across the street, snatch her up and run off.
There was more to this woman that met the eye; that was apparent. She moved like one of his kind, and yet her scent didn’t match. She was like a little fox, in the way she moved around the jewelry store, watching everything. She was planning something, and those poor little fools had no idea.
Ignorant humans. There was a reason why he did so hate to be around them. For all of the technology, philosophy and science that had come from their pitiful minds, they had no idea about the world around them.
But that was a thought for another time. He had a little bird to focus on. Ah, scratch that. A little magpie.
It took a bit of maneuvering to get through the motorized street traffic- ugh, talk about a kick to his poor, abused senses- during which, he managed to make himself look a bit more presentable. Closed went the buttons on his shirt and almost magically, shoulder length hair was tied back in a loose ponytail.
“And if you take American Express, or Mastercard,” Coming up behind the confusing beauty, Lysander’s eyes flickered from her face to the necklace below. “I’m sorry if I did not hold your attention, little bird. This city…it takes away from a good chase.”
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Post by Isobel O'Conner on Nov 16, 2009 20:15:32 GMT -5
'Cause some don't have the patience Some call me high-maintenance But you pay the bill, 'cause that's the deal At the sound of that gravelly voice behind her, Isobel grinned and whirled around. Her eyes dances with mischief as she beamed at him almost as brilliantly as the crimson red that adorned her neck. Letting her fingers flutter over the extravagant collar, she tilted her had and gave him a look that invited him in for a closer look.
"OH.. but you have nothing to apologize for... A game to easily won is no game at all.... There is nothing more exellerating than a well played game of strategy.... It makes the rewards so much more.... enjoyable, don't you think?" she chirped out.
Turning back to the sales clerk, she made a show of reaching up and taking off the necklace. Cooing to it a bit, the petite witch placed it upon its velvet bed and ran a finger delicately over the jewels. There was real reluctance in her gaze as she closed the lid and handed it back to the clerk.
"I don't believe I will be taking this at the moment, sir. I haven't earned my reward yet."
Then, gaining her feet, Isobel sighed with regret. Giving her companion a look, she arched a brow and offered him her hand. She knew she was deliberately baiting him but her green eyes glimmered with wicked amusement.
"Now then... Where were we, my untamed beast? Oh yes... the chase.... Somehow this seems unfair.... If I allude you, what do I win?" she said with a pout. "Absolutely nothing... If I let you catch me, then you get all the reward.... Whats a poor girl suppose to do?"
Dancing to the door just out of his reach, she gave him a heated look before casting one last wicked look at the counter and exiting the store. Once on the street, she grinned at him before reaching into her pocket and pulling out the dazzling choker she'd supposedly just LEFT inside the store.
"and NOW.... I have earned my reward." she declared before taking off down the street with her laughter floating behind her.
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Post by Lysander Farjul on Nov 28, 2009 15:20:06 GMT -5
At the mischievous gleam to her eyes, Lysander couldn’t help but flash a set of pearly whites in a toothy grin. Damn, but this woman was so unlike others of his kin. She was bold, she was saucy, she was…completely unaffected by what he was and what he was capable of.
Was he happy or irritated at that? Gods, he didn’t know. He’d just focus on the intrigue and leave it at that.
A poor girl was supposed to let herself be eaten, he thought with another feral smile. He refrained from saying it aloud, as the sales person behind the desk watched them with a casual interest from behind the jewel counter. He was certainly happy that the little bird hurried out the door.
Now, the fact that she stayed out of reach, practically flying away from him…yes that was the annoying part.
Strolling out after her and ignoring the stares that followed, Lysander wasn’t surprise to see Isobel’s retreating form, as she rushed down the street. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was the telling sparkle of something she wasn’t supposed to have.
Ah, a little magpie, was she? Perhaps he’d try luring her to him, the next time. A small smile tilted his lips at the thought of the woman fluttering into a trap adorned with diamonds and other jewels. He did have the money to lavish…Gods, wait, forget that thought. She might be interesting…but surely not THAT interesting.
Not human, not shifter, but surely not that interesting. As with all people, he would grow tired of her, after a time. It would be beneficial to both parties if he ended this game now, collected his prize and was on his way.
Another toothy smile graced his lips at that thought. Ah, his prize…the temptation to give into his animal nature was almost too tantalizing to give up. Moving forward before she could fly away, he slid an arm around her waist and raised a brow at the necklace in her hand.
“A pretty little trinket,” He said, voice mockingly bored. “But I have seen better. Is this what you do, when you do not tempt monsters, little magpie?”
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Post by Isobel O'Conner on Nov 29, 2009 18:11:46 GMT -5
So intent on the necklace in her hands and the way it sparkled, Isobel almost jumped as an arm slid around her waist and a masculine voice resounded in her ear. The jewels were so distracting but they paled when compaired to the glitter in the lions eyes as he watched her like a hunter about to devour its prey.
“A pretty little trinket,” He said, voice mockingly bored. “But I have seen better. Is this what you do, when you do not tempt monsters, little magpie?”
Magpie? He called her Magpie? She didn't know whether to be insulted or gleeful that he found her interesting enough to bestow a nickname upon. As his arm tightened around her, the little witch found herself tingling all over with awareness. Tilting her head, Isobel grinned impishly up at him. His large frame easily towered over hers but she was unafraid of the beast within him. Small she might be but she was far from helpless. Besides, all that delicious power made her shiver with something close to rapture.
Giving him a mockingly innocent smirk, she walked a set of fingers up his solid chest and wondered just what it would take to get him naked again. The sight in the park had just wet her appetite. Ho hum... To bad he didn't have any shineys in his pockets.. she'd be half tempted to steal them just so that he'd HAVE to follow her back to her place.
"Whatever do you mean, my lion? Diamonds ARE a girls best friend, you know.... They keep you happy even when the world is cold and lonely. Their depths entrap the sun and they never leave a girl dissatisfied." she twinkled up at him. "I assure you...this is just a petty little thing but it was much to lovely to pass up when they practically handed it to me on a silver platter! I prefer bigger.... challenges."
Then wrapping her arms around his neck, she sighed as her fingers ran through his ebony hair.It felt as soft as the finest silk and she practically purred at the sensation. After all, it was her nature to bask in sinfully indulgent sensations and this creature was like bathing in rich, dark chocolate. Yummy yummy. Her absolute favorite. To bad she couldn't just keep him.
Taking him off guard by doing the unexpected was quiet to her liking so she stood on tiptoes to place her lips to his for a quick kiss. Then, dancing a few steps away, she laughed in pure glee as she spun on the spot and ignored the people staring at her as if she had lost her mind. Who cared what those pesky mortals thought? The world was an oster and Isobel was going to find all the pearls.
Glancing over her shoulder at her lion... Wait... hold up... Had she REALLY just thought that? Mentally, she shrugged. She'd always wanted a kitty after all. Half the fun of the game was the challenge of making sure he didn't eat her..... Or maybe it was half the fun to let him try?
"As far as tempting monsters, my highness, I've never been one to live cautiously. Whats the fun in that? Life is meant to be lived and savored. I simply live better than most.... I know what I want and I have no qualms about doing what is neccessary to get it." she said with an unabashed shrug.
"Its amazing how many men are intimadated by a small woman who knows her own mind and is quiet content to get along on her own. They run like little children at the slightest hint of independence. I've yet to meet a male who I would call master. True men died out centuries ago." she finished with a sigh. "But.. back to your question......
Arching a brow, she sashayed back to him and gave him a glimmering smile.
"So tell me, sir beast...... Are you tempted? If so.. then I DEFINITELY enjoy tempting monsters!"
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