Argetlam350

Ink On Your Soul

Great Trixy had come over to the bar, just the exact opposite he wanted at the moment when he was nearly loosing control of the beast in him. He turned toward her when he felt like he wasn't going to lash out towards her and gazed at her lips, the lingering scent of blood on them. He didn't stare out of disgust or false not knowing what it was but in desire. He craved blood, he craved a kill at that moment. The blood sang sweetly to him, enough to nearly make him sick with desire. He turned away focusing back to his drink. Eventually he calmed himself down, now that the guy was gone that she had been with, the desire to splatter the man's skull ebbed away. He worked on his cigarette trying his best to ignore the vampire next to him but eventually caved in on himself.

"I'm just a bringer of bad omens," he finally replied ",Besides I was having a good time until I saw you grinding against your dinner," He took another drink from his bottle before continuing."I'm surprised you are here actually. I thought you would be more into those rich pricks for your meal tickets Frenchy." He looked back at her taking note of how her dressed hugged her body, how her fingers elegantly swirled her drink, her voluptuous lips. The alcohol definitely must of been kicking in, not desire, couldn't be desire not for a vampire.

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@Argetlam350 So Tholo is like Bigby even in that he drinks and smokes to keep the beast inside him down?

@Dragoknighte

At times yes, mostly he was there drinking to forget Trixy, but now yeah he's hoping for the drinking and smoking will keep it at bay at that moment.

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Tholo had just started to relax, to feel some of the effects of the liquor on him. He had turned around on his stool to look at the dance floor, judging perhaps if he wanted to try and get lucky that night and have himself a really good time. He eventually decided not to and was about to return to his drink when his eyes made contact with someone he had hoped he would of avoided by getting a drink. She was out on the dance floor, with another guy. At that moment all he could do was stare and be memorized by her movement. Of course when her eyes seemed to find his, was when that thought changed. He was aggravated seeing her again so suddenly but while he stared at her his mind thought about the guy with her and he could feel only rage for that man.

Shit, why here? His human side was thinking while his other half was boiling internally only thinking of one thing. Kill or send the guy to the hospital.

He could feel it, the wolf wanting out. He felt his blood boil, how his spine coiled, and his mind was tripping, going between the scene in front of him to pure red. He quickly spun around trying to calm himself.

"Hey Steve bring me another bottle fast!" he shouted at the bartender slamming money on the bar top ",Unless you want an incident on your hands." He was so close to shifting right then and there, damn to what would happen to him. Why did he feel that way? She was a vampire, he hated vampires, yet seeing her with another guy threw him into a fit of anger. A bottle was placed in front of him that he quickly grabbed and began to drink, trying his hardest to not look back over toward her direction again and not split the man's head open on the floor.

I should of just headed home, he thought to himself. He stole another cigarette from Steve as well doing anything to try and keep himself from turning full wolf.

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@Argetlam350, am I to assume that they are serendipitously in the same bar?

@Silent Observer

If you so desire, I left it vague for that purpose, they could be, they could not be. I'm leaving it up to you since I wasn't sure really if that's what you wanted.

Warframe: The Prowler Uprising

My post will be up tomorrow (so eight hours or so). Is taking longer then expected but hey want to make a good impression.

Ink On Your Soul

Tholo walked until he found the usual bar he went to drink. It was a relatively well known dive bar, mostly based around loud metal music. Being able to numb his senses was the only way he could feel human and that was what he intended to do. He took his usual place at the bar sitting on a stool and motioning the bartender over, who seemed to recognized him.

"Tholo, so usual today?" the bartender asked, Tholo responded with a shake of his head.

"No. Give me your strongest stuff Steve, I want to get as close as I can to knocking my ass out," he said. The bartender returned with a bottle and glass but Tholo grabbed the bottle and three money on the bar top."Keep the change." He bent his head back and poured the liquor down, burning his throat in sweet relief. He could get drunk but for a werewolf it took a lot more then a regular human. He probably over exaggerated what he wanted to the bartender, he wanted to be buzzed though and hopefully just try and forget the day but somehow he doubt that would happen.

"Hey Steve you got a cig and light?" he asked the bartender, knowing the guy smoked, he reeked of the stuff.

"Um yeah but you don't smoke?" Steve the bartender said. Tholo passed some more money to him ",It comes and goes." Tholo responded taking a cigarette and lighting it. It had been quite some time since he smoked, probably a century but today was just full of surprises. He tok a drag on the cigarette and blew the smoke out, the smell of smoke making his sense of smell numb with the sound of the place drowning out most of the other sounds of the world. He felt like shit, he felt human.

Warframe: The Prowler Uprising

I'm debating if I want to have Chroma come in similar to Zexus. Granted not entirely being reawoken but just found kind of, like on a derelict ship that the Corpus are snooping around, similar to the quest line in the actual game but without the whole you know trying to capture snapshots of the warframe. Just an idea but doesn't have to be. So I'll wait to post until I get an answer on this so hopefully tomorrow morning.

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Okay I'll stop sorry. Just been awhile since been an RP that got me enthralled. Anyways yeah I'm off last post till like wednesday night probably or maybe thursday. Going to be busy.

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@Silent Observer

"Yeah I could say the same," he growled back, eyes shifting back to yellow, the walls returning as they once were ",At least the damn itch is gone, now I can go back to my day. Hope to not see you around bloodsucker." He left as quickly as she did. It had been too close, he couldn't be close to anyone again, once had been bad enough, twice had nearly pushed him overboard. A third time was chancing to much and again she was a vampire, on the other side of the spectrum of him. He either would be driven to insanity by a third loss or the fact he was stuck with a vampire of all people to be tethered to.Besides she could hardly like him he was a wolf and worst of them all. A monster doesn't get to have love, he reminded himself rubbing his temple as he entered back to the busy sidewalks. He needed a drink better yet would be something raw to go with it, he had a place in mind. Maybe he would go on a run in the woods as well. Normally he avoided shifting so soon after a full moon, but after today he needed some time to himself.

"Can't ever go through another lost," he mumbled to himself as he walked, seemingly now on autopilot to his destination ",Not after Chloe and Amelia." The names made him shiver and old wounds opened once more. He definitely was going to need a lot to drink today.

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@Silent Observer

Satisified that Trixy agreed, he willingly extended his arm while she extended his looking to see the spelling of the name. The names of his two past soulmates he saw for the first time in years, both crossed out, with the new one above them. He was caught by surprise to see a crossed out black name on the vampire's arm. It was enough to make the wolf withdraw from his gaze, returning his eyes back to their normal brown color as he stared at that mark and then at the name that was blue on her arm.

“It’s the worst feeling in this world, isn’t it?” she whispered, which made him look up at her with sympathy instead of aggression.

"It's enough to make you want to die yourself," he said in a barely audible tone",and time doesn't fix it. Just numbs the pain slightly."

The name on her arm was definitely his but now holding her arm, numbed the burning sensation of his own arm, the itch disappearing. Doesn't matter how many times a soulmate was lost, it hurt be it the first or even the hundredth nothing prepared for such lost. Maybe the soulmate matchmaker or whatever decided the names on their arms knew what it was doing after all by putting the vampire's name on his arm. The walls in him seemed to form cracks in that moment. He felt uncertain on how such a bond would work though, after all she had killed many of his kind yet he wasn't without sin. Gevaudan was still a black spot on his history and he had killed his fair share of vampires that got in his way. Perhaps though there was still a means to make it work, after all for him third time could be the charm.