Adam

@TalijaKey
Adam snapped out of it when he heard his name called and he followed Dan inside, nodding to the man as he walked passed him. The warm smell of sugary things made him give a slight smirk and he sat down across from Danilo, looking outside at the rain trickling down the window. He liked the smell of the rain too, but it was warm and he was so cozy in here....

''So Adam, I am curious do you have a last name? Or tell me what kind of magical being are you? You are one, arent you? I saw your reaction on my red scales.''

"Huh?" Adam hummed, tearing his eyes away from the rain and turning his head to his soulmate. He stuttered for a second before giving an answer. "Oh, uh, no. I see no real use for surnames if someone's just going to call you by your first name all the time. As for a magical being? Well...uh...." Adam was silent for a few heartbeats, looking out the window once more.

"Unless you're ready for me to be open to you already, and you're ready for a long story, I'll just say that I'm not exactly human. And I've seen a lot of things, and lived a long time. Although...it is true then? You really are a dragon?"

*Abel wanders through the aisles of books while he is drying off. He seems absorbed in the books not really paying attention to what is going on around him. He pauses at one book and opens it reading with a faint smile. It is a book on snow leopards. He has always enjoyed reading about his other side seeing what some of his behaviors are like. He slowly flips the pages taking in the words on the page so that he can remember them for later.*

Danilo listened, absorbing each word and motion of his soulmate. His own fingers went to caress the name on his wrist. He wondered what was on Adams mind when he fall silent and looked out. Was that a sensitive topic? He looked out the window as well, not enjoying the sight of rain falling like a veil over the passing cars, the few people out hurrying their way. It was just a few heart beats, or million of a racing heart, before Adam spoke once more.

"Unless you're ready for me to be open to you already, and you're ready for a long story, I'll just say that I'm not exactly human. And I've seen a lot of things, and lived a long time. Although...it is true then? You really are a dragon?"

Was he ready? How silly that sounded to him. He dropped that for the brief moment when he heard the second part.

'' As true as fire is warm. '' To accent his own words he took a small breath in and gently blow a small flame from his lips into the air. He was careful not to set anything on fire. A few people looked over to him the younger one looked amazed while a few looked more than worried. It wasnt everyday one sees fire breathing inside a cafe, regardless of the magical population of the city.

''Let me tell you, you got quite lucky being soulmate with me, from all my siblings I am the nicest one. They will probably want to meet you....''

Delilah the waitress of the cafe loudly ahem-ed, stopping Dan in mid sentences. Her arms were crossed over her chest and she glared at him.
'' Hello Delilah~'' Dan hummed completely unaffected by the waitress pouting and hard glaring eyes.

''Hello Dan, three things. '' Her eyes moved to Adam checking him out as she continued speaking. ''First why are you being a fire hazard? Second, what would you like to order? And last who is that good looking gentlemen with you?''

Dan looked at Adam, he couldnt help than notice how Adam looked in the orange red light of his own flame. It was most beautiful as simple as that, he promised to himself to get Adam to a candle dinner. Leaning against his chair, he didnt move his eyes away from Adam anymore. '' A sundae, and a cup of hot chocolate, for me, and what would you like my soulmate?''

It was only a portion of a second for Delilah to react, knowing Danilo as her regular customer, you couldnt have missed when his date came. He danced with her out the blue sky and gave her a way too big of a tip. She clasped her hands together. ''You are Dans soulmate?! Great meeting you!'' She placed a hand on Adams shoulder. '' You have your work cut out for you. What ever you order it goes on the house, today. ''

@WilsonTurner

Amena heard her phone go off and, before she could go for it, Dawn dashed for the phone and typed in I slept very well! Thanks for asking! As for plans later today, I'm completely free. Where do you want to meet up? xoxo. Amena tried to get her phone back desperately but Dawn wouldn't have it. She said "looks like I'm setting up a date for you! You're welcome." Amena gasped softly and said hurriedly "Dawn come on! Give me back my phone!"

Jess sighed and walked out, muttering "still teenagers" under her breath. Dawn giggled and Amena rolled her eyes, huffing softly. Dawn smirked at Amena and said "go take a shower and get all pretty. I've got this." Amena groaned and said "Dawn, I'm a big girl! I can set up my own dates!" Dawn rolled her eyes and tossed her her phone back. She walked over to Amena's things, still in her suitcase, and started searching through her things. Amena sent I'm sorry, my friend Dawn took my phone and sent the whole 'xoxo' thing.

"You can try but I have a terrible problem of not listening to orders, just a fair warning," he said at Béatrix's offer ",But I wouldn't say no to such a chance. Writing and metal crafting isn't exactly the most thrilling of jobs though they pay well."

As Béatrix sat back revealing what lie under the jacket, the usual dormant primal instinct in the back of his mind. She is ours, it whispered the wolf wanting nothing more to make its claim on her as their new soulmate. Tholo pushed the primal instinct back down, going back to the rather enjoyable conversation they were having. He wouldn't have it ruined by his other half's desires.

"Those blades are probably my best work," Tholo said with a slight laugh ",Though now thinking on it probably should of put them in a safe rather then behind glass but I guess I thought of them as a nice conversation piece whenever asked about them. It's also slightly do to dumb pride over my own work I won't deny that. How many werewolves can say they were able to craft something out of silver? It was a challenge and I took it on and somehow succeeded."

@Savi

Alexey, armed with his phone and a toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich, smirked at the texts sent within a minute of each other. Taking a bite of his sandwich- and setting it down to eat a strawberry- and quickly texted back.

Oh, so you don't mean xoxo? A shame, I thought we were soulmates- we were really hitting it off, I thought!

He paused a moment, then went ahead and added a :b to the end of it, and sent it.

Then he turned back to the news, waiting for the goat scream that he had set for his text alert sound. He om-nom-nom'd the rest of his sandwich, and went on to eat his pineapple/strawberry/grape/orange fruit cup. He was happy enough with how things were going. He had a few days off, he had his fruit and PBJ toasties, and now he had a soulmate.

He wondered, absently, if she was a supernatural. He thought about it for a while, and settled on it being a most likely. Half because that'd be really cool, half because he doubted someone could be so pretty and not be a model or somesuch.

Adam

Adam looked back to his soul mate when he began to reply.
"As true as fire is warm," he had said, before blowing a small flame. Adam watched, wonder filling his eyes. He breathed out a small, "woha," in astonishment.
"Let me tell you, you got quite lucky being soulmate with me, from all my siblings I am the nicest one. They will probably want to meet you...." Dan spoke again, only to be stopped mid-sentence by the loud sound of someone clearing their throat in an 'ah-em' sound.
Dan greeted them as Delilah. As Delilah looked over Adam, he gave a small patient smile. On the last thing, Adam's cheeks reddened a little.
"-d what would you like my soulmate?"
"Oh, um, just some hot chocolate, please," Adam stated, before Delilah spoke again.
"You are Dan's soulmate?! Great meeting you!" She placed a hand on Adam's shoulder, and Adam stiffened up a bit.
He wasn't used to being touched, even the smallest bit. Well, he was, it was just that it'd been a few decades or so.... Even if someone just accidently bumped into him, he didn't really like it. He was sure, though, that it would be a different case with Danilo. With partners, it was always different. He always yearned for their touch; whether it be just holding hands, or a simple touch on the arm.
You could always kill he-
Shut up, William, Adam quickly responded to his alter-ego. Will grumbled before going silent once more.

Writing and metal crafting? This wolf was interesting, and obviously a bit old fashioned, given his occupations of choice. She found herself once again wondering how old he was. It couldn’t hurt to ask, now that she was sure that he wasn’t Francis’ murderer. He went on to explain the blades and his relationship with them. She smiled somewhat affectionately towards him. “It is good to have an art that you are proud of. The blades weren’t so beautiful when they were in my chest, or your back, but perhaps I should take another look.” She studied him with thoughtful eyes.

“I’ve never crafted weapons, I like my guns too much, and before them I just bought good blades. But… I do love painting.” Trixy said, telling him something that few people knew about her. Agent Wolfsbane had a soft side, just like everyone else; she wasn’t just some cold, hard killer. Well… she kind of was , or, she used to be.

The way Tholo’s eyes swept over her body didn’t go without Trixy’s notice, nor did his attempt to push his thoughts away. Now properly healed and calm, Béatrix felt more like her usual self. “You regret it, don’t you?” He looked at her with a questioning eyebrow raised. Trixy leaned forward, intentionally boosting her cleavage with her arms, and tilted her chin towards him. “Not kissing me the other night.” There was a sultry smolder in her eyes, but so what? Yeah, he might be a wolf, but it had been a good long while since… Well, she was a girl that was used to getting what she wanted, and right now, that might be him.

“We’re both predators, as you well know, and we are so very good at judging the intentions of others.” She leaned close enough to whisper in his ear. “Je sais ce que le loup veut.”

Dawn, still digging and matching for the 'perfect' outfit, smirked when the text tone went off on Amena's phone. She said "really?! You STILL have the Charmed theme song as your ringtone?" Amena rolled her eyes and opened the message, her face slowly turning the redish tint of her hair. She sent back I'm the type of girl to xoxo in person haha. She smirked slightly and added a ;) at the end. She sighed and looked at Dawn. Dawn held out a beautiful seafoam green, ankle length dress. The color of comfort she called it. Amena laughed and said "where would I wear that?"

Dawn smirked and said "the next time you see him, that's where!" Amena rolled her eyes and said "shut up. What rituals are we doing tonight?" Dawn grinned excitedly and said "plural?! Meaning more than one?! Oh my! You're energetic today!" Amena smirked and said "I think I should be today."

@BlackPanther

A few minutes after ten in the morning, Nejmah Hassan's eyelids began to flicker, and then opened slowly. It was one of those cozy and delicious rainy days, those in which you wanted nothing more than to lay in bed all day, watching series or reading a good book with a cup of hot cocoa as company. Days like this always made her feel lazy, so she took advantage that she had the day off to skip her usual routine and instead take herself out for brunch. She got ready in record time, threw on a sweater weather outfit and left her apartment.

On her way home after the satisfying brunch (where she shamelessly had a little of everything, not caring for calories or the hours she would have to spend at the gym to burn them off), Nejmah decided to stop at the nearby library to search for a couple of books that would keep her busy for the rest of the day. As soon as she set foot in the library, the name in Nejmah's wrist began to sting.

She frowned and looked around the library for anyone who might me having the same reaction as her, but there was no one. 'This is probably another false alarm like yesterday's...' she thought in disbelief. But as she searched for the book genres she was interested in, the stings in her wrist turned into a burning sensation, and curiosity ultimately got the best for her. So, Nejmah guided herself through the tall shelves using the burning in her wrist as a compass, until she reached an aisle where the burning was blindingly painful for a second, but suddenly stopped as her eyes fell on a man standing right in the middle of the aisle.

"You have got to be kidding me..." Nejmah muttered under her breath. The guy in front of her was a breathtaking hunk wearing nothing but jeans and a cowboy hat. Droplets of water fell down from his hat, landing on his muscled chest, where they raced down his abs in a very teasing way. He had two tattoos: one of a leopard on his back, and her name in his left wrist.

This wasn't a false alarm after all. Nejmah's soulmate was legit standing right in front of her, having no clue whatsoever that the girl whose name had been branded into his wrist was right there.

Lucky for Nejmah, the guy was completely absorbed in the book he was reading, so much that he failed to notice the way she stood there simply staring at him for a few long seconds, mouth hanging open in stunned admiration of his aesthetic.

As soon as Nejmah realized that she was looking like a creep gawking shamelessly at a stranger, she tried to make a hasty escape before he would notice. But, of course, destiny's plan for her was to be noticed. Nejmah was so shocked at the idea that the man she's just seen could be her soulmate that she failed to pay attention to where she was walking and stumbled with one of the library's small stools. She let out a little shriek, holding onto the nearest aisle for support but at the same time letting go of the books in her arms, which noisily clattered on the floor.

@Dirty Pretty Lies
*The shriek snaps abel out of his trance causing his head to snap up and spot her. He then also noticed the burning on his wrist, causing his eyes to widen. He stands there gawking for about a second before he strides to his soulmate to help her. His mind racing, causing for one feral thought to shoot across his mind mine.* "uhm.... Hi" *is all he can manage to say, his nervousness allowing his accent to run rampant. His cobalt eyes meeting hers as he helps her up.*

@Savi

Alexey had finished his cup of fruit and thrown both the cup and his plate away, already. He had just taken the first bite of his apple, when he dug into his pocket to whip out his screaming phone. Goat screams always cracked him up, especially while at work. He flipped through to the latest text message, and smirked a bit. Clever come back, it was, while being straightforward enough.

We'll see then, now we won't? Anywho, want me to pick you up sometime? I don't have your address, though. Go somewhere nice, sounds good, yeah? In other words- a date, yes?

He absently compared her less formal textese with his more grammatically correct form, and shrugged. He knew it was unusual, but he took pride in learning the English language. It was even harder to learn than it was for him to learn all the different things for Russian.

Amena smiled and replied of course! A guy has to take a girl out on a date at some point right? She giggled to herself and Dawn grinned. "So you will be wearing the dress!" Amena rolled her eyes and said "I suppose." Dawn smirked pridefully at, what she saw as, the accomplishment she achieved. Dawn then realized the most important thing. She asked Amena "how are you going to tell him?" Amena looked up at her quizically and said "tell him what?" Dawn sighed and side-eyed her. Amena realized what she meant and said "you mean the part where I'm an ancient witch of one of the most powerful families in Ireland and that I lead a coven that extends from North America to both Ireland and Scotland? I'm not sure... maybe tonight at dinner?"

Dawn sighed and said "don't drop that bomb too quickly! He will most definitely flip out! Unless he is of supernatural descent too." Amena shrugged and said "so... I shouldn't tell him tonight even though right after dinner I'm going to be doing spells and rituals?" Dawn exhaled overdramatically and said "yes!" Amena nodded, understanding that even though she was centuries old; she still had a lot to learn.

@BlackPanther

Nejmah's face was scarlet with embarassment, and it took all of her willpower to began to pick up her books without looking back at her soulmate. But obviously, the racket she'd made had no doubt shifted his attention from the book to her. She could feel his eyes digging through her, and soon enough she heard his strides as he came to her aid.

"Um... Hi. the man said with a heavy southern accent that usually made Nejmah cringe, but now suddenly found cute.

Nejmah turned to look at him, her green eyes met his cobalt-blue ones. She instantly found herself lost in them, as if she could stare at them for hours. In that moment, she felt as if a bond had just tied them together, like the universe had been conspiring all this time to bring them together right there and then.

"H-hello," Nejmah blurted out, struggling to even get words out after the epiphany she'd just had. "A-are you Abel? Do you have this too?" she quickly asked the man, pointing at the tattoo of his name in Hebrew on her wrist.

"We all need a hobby, especially those with long lives," he said upon hearing Trixy's love of painting.

“It is good to have an art that you are proud of. The blades weren’t so beautiful when they were in my chest, or your back, but perhaps I should take another look.”

"True," he said ",but sometimes the most beautiful of items are also the most deadly," he responded with a slight smile. Of course then he noticed the next few things Trixy did that got his mind to shift topics. He kept his eyes focused on her face rather then dare look down. He knew what she was doing but old traditions of being a gentleman kept his eyes from wandering to the site that rested now only about a foot away. He gave a smirk at her question thinking it over briefly. Of course she added the fact they were both predators, he couldn't hide that fact and watching telltale signs of emotions or slight ticks were something that they both watched for before they struck.

With her so close to him, he could take in her scent. Of course his shampoo was on her but her other scents lie beneath the surface, adding to the intoxicating aroma that assaulted his senses.


“Je sais ce que le loup veut.”

His French knowledge was still poor but he got at least wolf out of it and maybe what he thought was the word want. Two out of seven wasn't bad. He smirked when she moved away from his ear looking into her eyes that seem to be perfect sapphires. Screw control, he thought to himself as he let the next words come out of his mouth.

"Actions always speak louder then words," he said and seized his chance with her face still close to his and gave her the kiss she had asked for those few nights ago. Now of course in the back of his mind came the warning that one of those silver blades might find its place back inside him but for that moment he didn't care. Screw the past hatred, the vendetta for now. She was right, the wolf wanted something indeed, as much as he wanted to try and deny it, the wolf and he were one and the same mostly. If he wanted something, he was determined to get it and right at that moment it seemed he did indeed perhaps want her.

@Dirty Pretty Lies
*Abel felt himself lost in her eyes as well. Until she spoke. He studies her wrist seeing what seems to be his name, in what looks like Hebrew."yes, would you mind...telling me how to pronounce to your name." *He slowly holds up his own wrist so that she could see her name, as he does so he discreetly inhales. Taking in her scent and memorizing, quite possibly, the most important scent in his life.*

“Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.”

Bartholomew was a surprisingly respectful gentleman, as his gaze remained fixed on her face, despite her blatant display of courtesan charm. Perhaps he didn’t know that his soul mate once ran brothels in France, and that she had never met - nor desired - a man that could truly be deemed ‘gentle’. Regardless of his supposed self-control, something in the way she moved or spoke caused his switch to flip.

“Actions always speak louder than words.” The low timbre of his voice sent shivers down her spine as he punctuated the sentence with a kiss. Had her heart still beat, it would be hammering in her chest. His lips were overwhelming. His scent felt like comfort, like pine trees and freshly fallen snow, sunshine and grass, all at once. He made her feel alive, and not like the cold, hard, bitch she had become, whose life was saturated in blood. Blood in her mouth and blood on her hands. Blood… the unbidden image of her lover splayed before her, heart torn out, flashed in her mind. But his face wasn’t framed with the usual blond curls as in the nightmares of her past, instead the locks were brown and the face was peppered with stubble.

Trixy pulled back from the kiss, knocking over the chair as she jumped backwards out of it. She glared over at him as if he had done something as brash as slapping her across the face. Her fists were balled at her sides and her chest rose and fell with rapid pants of unnecessary breathing. Would it always feel this way? Like fire and ice.

“I--- I--- ” Her crystalline eyes darted around the room, landing anywhere but on him. She couldn’t trust herself to look at him and not do something stupid out of desire. There were far less complicated ways to quench this thirst…

“I can’t do this. I have to go.” She said before flitting away in a blur of vampiric speed. The rustling of the curtains in the breeze, and the firing up of her bike’s engine were the only evidence of her abrupt departure, leaving Tholo alone at the table with two steaming cups of coffee.

That kiss, everything just seemed to click in that one moment. It reminded him once of how liberating to be what he was rather then feeling like a monster. While her heart might not pump, his was working overtime. Finally having a small sweet taste of her, he didn't want to let her go, all that old hatred seemed so pointless so much unnecessary luggage gone. Yet as soon as the kiss had begun it was over, leaving a confused Tholo with a slight hurt look as she gave him a glare making him question what the hell he did to screw things up? Then her glare turned to glancing at everything he seemingly owned besides returning his own gaze.

He didn't even get a chance to ask what was wrong. She was gone and as much as he would of wanted to give chase, he couldn't out run a vehicle and he doubted he would get a free pass shifting in the middle of the city. He was alone as if everything had been a mere figment of his imagination.

It took a moment to process what happened and when he did an unsettling feeling sunk in. One that he definitely hadn't felt in centuries. He felt rejection, something that stabbed him even sharper then the knife from the attack of earlier. It made him look at how alone he was and for once after all the time being alone, he hated it, hated being fear, hated the one night flings, his cold view of the world. The wolf in him whined in sorrow, ears flat, tail drooping at the feeling. He stood up and took his cup to the sink and returned to grab the one Trixy left behind but decided to leave it. For what seemed like hours, he stood there unsure really what to do for once and thought about the kiss. It had felt so right but the way she had looked at him made him wonder if he had done wrong. He made an attempt at looking at the silver lining, on the plus side he didn't get stabbed again. Thinking positive didn't help. He growled in annoyance at himself, what was he thinking, him and a vampire, it would never work right? Plus he was the Big Bad Wolf, the monster of fairy tales.

It didn't matter how hard he tried at that moment the walls were damaged and the feeling of rejection kept seeping in. Maybe a day of tension would of been better then this shitty feeling he was now stuck with. He went to the fridge grabbing a beer and proceeded to head up stairs, going to the war zone that was his room. He picked up the two knives and went about cleaning them, finding anything to do then think about the kiss, any way to just try and forget Beatrix de la Croix. Perhaps he would go clubbing that night, find a way to suppress the desire that assaulted him for one woman. Have his fun and go for a run in the woods to clear his head.

Before he knew it he had cleaned up most of the mess that had happened that morning. The floor needed to be redone to which he finally decided to go hard wood along with replacing the banister for the stairs. As he passed the table once again his mind traveled to Trixy as he looked at the cup. Damn it all, he couldn't get rid of her and damn no woman was going to be the same after that kills. He wanted to shatter the cup, do something, ignite the flame of his old hatred again, curse her for what she was and spit on her name but he couldn't. Once again he left the cup.

He grabbed his keys and left his home. He needed to be away from the house, away from the city. He left a note, primarily if Danilo came around again, saying he was gone for awhile, and not sure when he honestly would be back. Maybe he would return that night, maybe a week. He needed to be out in the woods alone for awhile, human or as wolf, did not matter. He got in his car and drove to his usual hunting grounds and territory.

He parked the car off an old trail and covered it the best he could before wandering off. Once feeling he was far enough in, he stripped down putting the clothes in the hole of a tree to find them once he was done with whatever he was going to do. He fell to all four as the feeling of pain took him. Skin fell off him, teeth feel from his mouth, his skin tore and ripped as it was replaced by fur and new skin hidden beneath. Bones cracked as they sculpt and shaped themselves anew with organs shifting to accommodate the changes. It was only a few seconds before he was out running. Running from the pain that still in him. Finally where no one would hear him he howled in anguish and pain.

@BlackPanther

The man's eyes shifted from Nejmah to her tattoo, where they remained for a few seconds as he seemingly tried to translate his name from Hebrew to English. He kindly asked if she could tell him how to pronounce her name, the adorable accent clearly showing once again, so very different from her own.

Nejmah offered him a shy smile. "It's pronounced 'Neeshma'," she answered quietly, taking a peek at the wrist he was showing her. There, in black ink and bold letters, was her full name in beautiful calligraphy. She secretly let out a breath of relief. After making such a fool of herself at the concert last night over a false alarm, it was a relief to know she didn't make the same mistake twice.

@Dirty Pretty Lies
*Abel listens carefully to how she pronounces it and slowly lowers his arm. With a small head tilt he tries the pronounciation*"Neeshma" *the name rolls somewhat awkwardly out since his accent tweaks it, but likely it will get better with some time. His eyes meet hers again and he gets the urge to purr, finding that this would be awkward he looks away his eyes closing. He was like an awkward schoolboy talking to his first crush in the most awkward way possible, purring would only make it worse. Heck she doesn't even know what he is yet.*