Leo was walking along the forest path that he always took when he needed to think. His thoughts were interrupted when he smelled a new sent and could feel a looming presents. Leo could feel the danger only having seconds to change before a dark body mass fell upon him. The attacker bit into Leo’s arm making him howl out in pain for only a second. Leo quickly slashed the attacker’s ribs than bit into his neck. The blood oozed into his mouth the aroma and the salty taste drove Leo wanting more. The attacker jumped back trying to bring distance between him and Leo. However Leo was fast he ran and jumped upon the unknown werewolf biting into his neck even deeper. It seemed the attacker was out of it. The unknown werewolf was weak and lost the will to fight. Leo had no pleasure in killing someone as weak as this werewolf. Leo stood pull licking the blood from around his mouth.

Leo looked down upon the lump that had attacked him moments ago. He bent down sliding his fingers across the weakened attackers face. Stopping when he got to his chin, lifting his head slightly, Leo looked into the man’s face and spoke. “You and all the others will soon be gone from my land.” He gave the werewolf a look of disgust then spit on the ground next to his face. Leo easily tossed him aside like a piece of garbage. Leo began to walk away smiling into the night sky. “Soon this town will be painted in red.” Leo had to rid the town of the unwanted werewolves. However he first had to convince his clan to go to war. So he made his way toward the bar he knew most of his ‘family’ would be at.

Sitting at a table by himself, Sisel looked down at the drink he'd been offered. He wasn't much of a drinker, or a partier for that matter, but this was one of the few places in the village he was reasonably comfortable. That was, as long as he could keep to himself and away from the rowdier pack members. He was something of a curr among werewolves, but he couldn't allow the others to know that, and had made every effort up until now to mask his weakness. He pretended to drink the beer in silence, carefully observing the goings-on around him.

"I'm leaving, Mum, see you in the morning!" Ashlyn shouted from the door, closing it behind her. The wind caught in her hair and blew her gradient sky blue dress to the side. She set off, strolling down the road to a bar a couple of miles away. She stepped inside and elegantly sat down on one of the stools. She turned her head when she heard a bartender ask her what she wanted. "Dry Martini, long with ice and a slice." Ash answered without hesitation. She was very particular when it came to beverages.
She saw a boy standing close to her. He was brunette and looked somewhat embarrassed. She smiled at him.

Sera was inside the bar, kept away from the crowd by a table only occupied by himself. He was drinking a club soda. He had not yet developed a strong taste or liking for alcohol. His mother was not one who approved of him drinking alcohol, especially in his condition. He stared at the carbonated bubbles bursting as they rose to the top of the drink.

He made a small smile. Ever since he was a little boy he loved watching the bubbles pop. He might as well looked like he were drinking alcohol, the way he gazed at his drink, with some sort of anticipation.

Sera took a sip from the straw in his drink. He did not trust the cleanliness of the glass. His mother did not either. In fact, she had been the one to make him so paranoid. The last thing he needed was to get sick from a drink at the bar. At times, he had gotten sick and switched through sweat of fever into his wolf form, unable to become human until his health inclined.

Sera was wearing a button down shirt with a sweater over it. His clothes seemed rugged, though clean--just overly worn. His mother was a bit of a Muscovite and reigned over him, even at age 21. However, wearing clothes that looked repetitively starch seemed to wear on Sera's emotions. He enjoyed the comfy, almost-grunge-like appearance. He also kept his brunette hair long, to seem a tad bit more rebellious.

It was not that he wanted to be more rebellious, or a werewolf for that matter, but life was how life is. There really was not much he could do. His mother was convinced otherwise, but he knew better. Or, maybe he had just lost hope in ever being able to live what his mother referred to as "a normal life." The more he attended these "bar outings," the more he started to feel comfortable with what life had given him.

Prior to his adulthood, his mother seemed to have sheltered him and tried to keep him from the clan. His father interceded much, but now, he was actually starting to feel a bond--though, he was still rather shy, hence, why he sat away from the bar, alone...

But maybe today, he would try to be a bit friendlier. He was not sure what that was to entail. He sipped at his club soda, again, after glancing at the bar, noticing Ashlyn's arrival. She looked pretty. He felt embarrassed for himself. What a stupid thing to think. Although, he always thought of his mother as beautiful, but that may have just been the way he was reared.

He continued to look at the carbonation of the drink from which he was sipping. Maybe, today was not a good day to interact too heavily. At least, he made some sort of appearance.

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FireHeartWolf said
"I'm leaving, Mum, see you in the morning!" Ashlyn shouted from the door, closing it behind her. The wind caught in her hair and blew her to the side. She set off, strolling down the road to a bar a couple of miles away. She stepped inside and elegantly sat down on one of the stools. She turned her head when she heard a bartender ask her what she wanted. "Dry Martini, long with ice and a slice." Ash answered without hesitation. She was very particular when it came to beverages. She saw a boy standing close to her. He was brunette and looked somewhat embarrassed. She smiled at him.

(I'm so confused are you referring to my character at the end there?)

[I definitely started calling Seraphim James. Edited, I apologize to anyone who noticed.]

LesleyDrakken said
(I'm so confused are you referring to my character at the end there?)

Yes

(Alrighty)

It took a minute but Sisel lowered his completely undrunken beer and smiled back at her. "Hello. Have we not met before? The moment I think I've met everyone someone new pops up. It's all too bad I wasn't born here."

Ashlyn shook her head. "No, I don't think we have. But my name is Ashlyn. But most call me Ash, to be honest." She said before adding, "What's yours?"

Sera watched the two make some small talk before he continued staring at his drink. He felt rather pathetic. He imagined some scenario where he was this extremely lively and outgoing person--but somehow, his creativity started to run low as he adventured into what might the conversations be. I'm not much of a conversationalist. Although, he could be quite witty. His mother did not approve of him being so low and hard on himself, but he could not help but feel she and her heavy handed parenting had something to do with it.

Then, again...

According to the Russian Orthodox Church, the personality was attached to the soul. Some people's personalities are nurtured more than others. Maybe his personality was never nurtured.

Pop, the bubble in the drink snapped. It caught him in the face. He was not even drunk, and he still managed to get a bit of drink on him. Perhaps, if his face weren't so mesmerized but the glass. God, I'm an idiot, Sera said to himself. He looked back at the two conversing, and then back at his drink. If I wanted to make things awkward, I could look at them all day long. Please, don't do that, Seraphim. Not today.