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Post by lazaruskane on Apr 23, 2011 19:29:40 GMT -5
Lazarus stepped into Merlotte's, inhaling deeply as he strode to the bar. He'd been driving for several hours and since he arrived in his destination, all he wanted to do was relax and enjoy a glass of whiskey. Laz ordered his drink, then turned his attention to the locals enjoying their meals.
Bon Temps... Though he wasn't one to judge, he didn't quite understand why the pack would send him here. The people didn't seem out of the ordinary, just simple folk with simple lives and he had the sudden longing to return to New Orleans. But orders are orders and he had to stay.
I just don't feel it's all that it may seem, the Alpha told him as he helped Laz load up for his trip. I want you to sniff around and make sure nothing is fishy. So that was what Lazarus intended to do.
"Doesn't mean I can't have a little fun while I'm at it..." he said aloud to no one. He grabbed his drink just as it was set down in front of him and took a sip in attempt to cover the fact that he had spoken to himself.
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Post by Savannah Kristelle St. Claire on Apr 24, 2011 4:13:55 GMT -5
Savannah hadn't been back to Merlotte's since meeting the witch boy and the were-whatever he was. She had no intention of going back, ever, actually, but boredom got to her. She hadn't heard much from Hunter and she was starting to feel like maybe she should go back to New York, after all. She just figured she should give this place one last go because packing up and moving back.
She pulled into the relatively familiar parking lot and cut the engine. Her untrained were senses told her that neither the bus boy nor the bartender was working tonight and she hoped she was right. She did pick up another scent, though - a new one. Curiosity overtook her; she got out quickly, adjusting her red, skin-tight blouse and walked in.
The last time she was here, the place was deserted except for those two lover boys. Now, though, it was packed. Waitresses were running around trying to keep up with orders and patrons were yelling at them (or for them) from each corner of the room. She couldn't quite tell where the scent was coming from yet; she thought it smelled like another were. She took the easiest choice and sat herself on the last empty seat at the bar and ordered a rum and coke, waiting to see if whoever the other were was would notice her.
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Post by lazaruskane on Apr 24, 2011 19:36:35 GMT -5
Lazarus smirked to himself as he smelt the presence of another werewolf enter the restaurant. He didn't have to look to tell that it was female. He quietly sipped at his whiskey, following the girl with his ears and by scent as she walked to the bar and sat. Laz watched her for a moment, a habit of his, to determine her standing. Was she a hostile wolf, or a passive? The answer was hard for him to establish, but he could tell she knew he was here, but not exactly where. Perhaps she was still young...
He turned to her swiftly, swiveling the chair so that he was facing the girl. He smiled kindly, "Hello, you seem as though you are looking for someone. May I be of any assistance?" Lazarus' voice was slightly hinted with the Cajun accent of New Orleans, but not much. Most found the sound of his voice soothing. He leaned patiently against the bar top, his chocolate eyes never leaving her face as he waited for her to respond.
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Post by Savannah Kristelle St. Claire on Apr 25, 2011 5:23:07 GMT -5
Before her drink was served, Savannah found the person she whose scent she had picked up earlier. She hated just how untrained she was since it turned out that the man sitting next to her proved to be who she was looking for. He has turned on his seat to face her and asked her is she needed help looking for someone. With him facing her and actually speaking, she clearly saw that he was a werewolf himself. The phrase 'takes one to know one', came to mind and she smiled to herself.
Though, since she had turned to look at the man, that smile could have easily been mistaken as directed to him so she went with it. "I may have just found him," she said, adding to the illusion of flirtation.
The bartender, who, thankfully, wasn't the man she met here before, placed her rum and coke on the bar in front of her and muttered something that sounded like Lame line or something. Savannah rolled her eyes, not caring enough to wonder who she was referring to. "Savannah," she said, introducing herself with a hand shake."And you are?"
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Post by lazaruskane on Apr 26, 2011 18:11:29 GMT -5
Lazarus chuckled, his chocolate eyes flashing with interest, but not in the way that she probably was expecting. He could tell that she was used to getting what she wanted by flaunting herself around, but what she more than likely didn't know was that he could do the same. For now he would play her game to discover the outcome.
He took her hand, turning it and placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles. "Lazarus Kane," he replied. "May I ask why someone as beautiful as you would be looking for me? Have we met somewhere before?" He smiled, releasing her hand and grabbing his drink again, taking a sip.
Sure, she was very attractive, the most attractive woman he had seen since he arrived, but something almost didn't seem right. Eying the clock on the other side of the bar, he noted that he had only been in town for only 45 minutes. Laz didn't mention it, placing the glass down once more, his continued focusing his attention on Savannah.
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Post by Savannah Kristelle St. Claire on Apr 27, 2011 3:00:04 GMT -5
"Chivalry ain't dead, I see," Savannah said as the man who introduced himself as Lazarus Kane looked up from having kissed her knuckled. She's never really had that done to her, before. Servants bowed every now and then but the boys she dated always took another, more direct approach. She's always thought she liked that better, but now she wondered if she may have been mistaken.
Savannah shrugged and answered his question simply. "Oh, because you look like you have fun written all over you." She certainly meant that; he looked like he knew how to have a hell of a time even if you don't factor in the fact that he's a were. She thought maybe they could get along rather well. "I think you'd remember me if we met before," she added, her voice think with insinuation.
Lazarus looked at the clock that Savannah knew was on the wall behind her. "You don't have somewhere to be, do you?" she asked. She was finally talking to another were, maybe one of the Long Tooth Pack she's heard so much about and she wasn't about to let him slip through her fingers. She downed the rest of her drink and asked the bartender for another one.
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Post by lazaruskane on Apr 27, 2011 14:35:25 GMT -5
It was a shame to him that this girl mentioned that chivalry was dead, had been raised to treat women the way they should be. Not as objects of desire as they were advertised on international media, but as ladies. In his eyes, they were greater and stronger than all men, and respect is what they deserved.
He shook his head slightly, but still noticeably, as he snapped his thoughts back into prospective. It was easy for him to lose himself in his own thoughts. Laz removed his jacket, his body heat rising to uncomfortable due to the whiskey.
Lazarus looked at himself when she mentioned that he looked like he had 'fun written all over' him. He didn't quite see where she read that because all he saw was scars. He smiled nonetheless, chuckling slightly as he too finished his drink. "I've nothing to do for the time being except to mingle," he said. "unless you had something else in mind. I wouldn't object to see what else this town had to offer."
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Post by Savannah Kristelle St. Claire on Apr 29, 2011 23:47:31 GMT -5
Savannah eyed him closely as Lazarus took off his jacket. Underneath, he wore a shirt that showed off his form. She always assumed that having a great body came with being a werewolf and here was another piece of evidence to support that. She, herself, had quite the physique - also shown off by her curve hugging red blouse and tiny little denim skirt.
She turned to the man, new drink in hand so he could get a better view of her, as well. With her legs crossed that ended in high strappy heels, she flashed him a coy smile. "I'm pretty new in town, myself," Savannah said. She was a little surprised that he wasn't from here; she was sure he was from the local pack. Then again, she had no idea what the pack symbol was so maybe the one that was now showing on his forearm wasn't Long Tooth after all.
"I'm from New York," she said, without waiting for him to ask like he was bound to do. Also, this was a way to ask him where he was from without really asking. Savannah never really had a were-friend or anything so she was jumping at the chance at one. Maybe more than a friend, she thought as she eyed him again. Or, friends with benefits.
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Post by lazaruskane on Apr 30, 2011 17:07:47 GMT -5
Lazarus couldn't help but eye her legs as she turned. He was a man after all, but he quickly averted his gaze back to her face. "New York?" he questioned. Why would someone from New York come all the way out here? he pondered. "I hail from New Orleans," he smiled, "Beta of the Lunar Rouge pack." He added the last part when he noticed his glancing at his tattoo.
The tattoo was of a wolf with one of its eyes a red moon. He remembered the day he had gotten the packs seal, he was only eight. He had passed the packs trial that every child must pass in order to be an official member of the pack; the ones that failed the trial were immediately chased from the territory while the ones that could not run were killed.
He stole another glance at the girl, admiring her choice of outfit, when the song on the jukebox changed. "Care to dance?" he asked.
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Post by Savannah Kristelle St. Claire on May 7, 2011 0:01:40 GMT -5
Beta of the Lunar Pack, he has said. That threw Savannah off more than it should, mostly because he had acknowledged his second nature so casually to a stranger like her. In addition to that, he had told her his position and pack name. For all he knew, she could be a spy from a rival pack and he had just given himself away.
Of course that later part was the furthest from the truth - she's a lone a wolf can be. Her life in New York was an entirely different life of jungle filled with people with two natures, themselves. She knew that her father held a high position in the pack but she left before she could officially become a part of it.
Before Savannah could respond, though she didn't know what to say to that exactly, the song changed and Lazarus had asked if she'd like to dance. She smiled in agreement and took his hands in her and led him to the small, makeshift dance floor. Actually, it was just an empty spot next to the pool table, apparently, the bar owner didn't think his place needed an actual dance floor.
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Post by lazaruskane on May 14, 2011 16:46:53 GMT -5
Lazarus smile in return and followed the pretty blond to the dance floor. There was only a handful of people dancing, leaning on each other for support because they had a bit too much to drink. The song was a rather newer one, obviously chosen by one of the younger people in the bar. He didn't like the song very much, but he danced anyway.
He swayed back and forth, moving accordingly with the music. It wasn't flashy, or anything close to how people danced on MTV or whatever channel music videos were played on these days, it was just enough movement to look somewhat decent.
"So, what are you doing in Bon Temps?" he asked, "Why not Miami or somewhere else?" It was a question that had circled around silently since she mentioned she was from New York. Moving from a large sized city to a small town that more than likely had less people in it than in her high school seemed a bit strange to him.
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Post by Savannah Kristelle St. Claire on May 18, 2011 1:59:46 GMT -5
That's cute Savannah thought, amused at Lazarus' dancing. He seemed to not want to look foolish so he kept it safe - just swaying, really. Savannah, having come from that background that she did, danced the exact opposite way. She wrapped her arms around his neck, looking him dead in the eye, still with a smile on her face. She pressed her body against his and swayed with him. Not long after, she turned her back on him but kept their bodies pressed together.
Savannah could tell that some of the locals had started staring at her. Some were harmlessly wondering who she was while others, not quite so harmlessly trying to figure out how to get her alone somewhere. She was used to these and, sometimes, thuogh she would never admit it, rather enjoy them, too.
She was just moving all of her long luxurious blond hair to one side, exposing her nape to him, when Lazarus asked a question. After yet another smirk, she turned right around and faced him saying "I wouldn't have met the Beta of the Lunar Pack had I gone to Miami, now, would I?"
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Post by lazaruskane on May 24, 2011 0:08:26 GMT -5
Lazarus stopped for a moment, not expecting a reply like the one he was given. Within that moment, he battled himself over how to react. He was normally paranoid and what she said would easily be reason to be, but he was trusting her word to be true, about being from New York. Lunar Rouge had no affiliation with any packs there, and he was certain that they were impartial. Unless there really was something to worry about in the Bon Temps area packs.
Smiling once more, he continued to dance with Savannah, allowing himself to become close to her. Snaking his arms around her waist, he mimicked her movement to near perfect. He brushed her hair gently behind her ear and leaned in close. "Who are you really looking for, Miss Savannah?" he asked almost intimately.
The song ended and Laz stepped away from his dance partner, bowing his head politely like a true gentleman would as he turned away from her and headed to the bar to grab his coat. The old leather creaked slightly as he swept it up from the stool and proceeded to put it on.
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Post by Savannah Kristelle St. Claire on May 30, 2011 0:57:55 GMT -5
The truthful answer to that question would have been myself. After all, Savannah ran away from her lavish life in New York - the only life she ever knew - to live on God-Knows-Where, Louisiana trying to figure out what to do with her two natured life. It was a hell of a lot harder for her kind than for the vampires because they had come out. Weres, on the other hand, are as secretive as ever and she's always thought that her closes friends wouldn't take the news that their Queen Bee was a wolf as well as most of society took the Great Revelation.
Of course she wasn't going to share all that with a complete stranger. Instead, she slipped her hair and followed him as he picked up his jacket. "Someone I could have some real fun with," she answered. "Not leaving already, are you?" she asked with obvious mock-sadness and flirtation in her voice.
Savannah felt like the evening had just begun and she had no desire to go home and be bored just like she had been for the longest time.
As he put on his jacket, she reached and put her hand on his shoulder and and stepped closer to him. "I wish you'd stay," she whispered to his ear. "I'm sure I can make it worth your while."
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Post by lazaruskane on May 30, 2011 19:21:55 GMT -5
His arm wrapped itself almost instinctively around her waist as she moved closer to him. It was a strange feeling, but he was comfortable with her near him. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but wolves were very intimate creatures when it came to their own.
Lazarus looked at her sideways. "I wasn't leaving, I assure you," he said with a smile. "It is obvious to me you are having bit of identity crisis. Who are you? Wolf, or human? I've seen it plenty of times in my life, mostly among lone wolves- which I am guess you are, but you have to come to terms with it at some point." He sighed. "You can run, but the truth will always find its way to the surface."
His eyes slide way from her to the door where the wilderness began shortly after the exit. Turning back to Savannah, he smiled with his eyes. "A wolf will never find true happiness among those that are not like it. If you want fun, shall I show you my idea of it?"
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