When did this storm begin? [Dante]

[ankh]

The moon was but a sliver of white, a dazzling blade upon the dark canvas of sky. Dark rain clouds were gathering fast, slowly blurring the horizon and enveloping the moon in its tumbling curves and caressing the skies with its cold embrace. Blue eyes stared upwards, silently witnessing the skies transformation. She wished her own was just as graceful. The fluidity of it was awe inspiring and was a warning for the storm to come. Eagerly awaiting the rain and wind, the woman found herself wandering aimlessly through the streets. Dots of color marked the otherwise grey landscape, the stone buildings dull beside the vivid hues of umbrellas and clothing as the first raindrops began to make their decent. Her own red trench coat and blood red lips stood out among the crowd, and despite the wind and the quickly emptying streets, she persisted, heading onward toward the moon.

It was not long before she was alone. Her long legs had carried her toward the cemetery and through the cracked, dusted gravestones she ambled. Weaving in and out of the long grass, she felt the long strands lash out at her bare legs. She was cold, but she ignored the bitter sting of the weather. Blue eyes, contrasting her mocha skin, drifted over the wave of headstones as she glided through them. The names meant nothing to her. The faceless dead did nothing to disturb her, yet she felt uneasy. Did her mother have a grave still? Had she been given one at all? A sigh escaped her lips, emerging as a dull wisp of steam. There were few people who she gave much thought too anymore. Her lovers and her companions through the long years meant nothing to her. But her mother? She could never forget how the woman had been treated. Her hatred had burned over the years, the flame never ceasing, ever growing into the wildfire she was today. Yet this evening, she was calm. She had no reason to burn.

How long had she been alone, now? How long had she wandered aimlessly through the many cities with each year, decade, century dragging by, clawing at her loneliness? Often, she would look at the hideous scar upon her shoulder and grimace, seeing only the mark of a curse. Others, she would wander the streets as a feral beast, reveling in the blood lust, each face taking that of the man who wronged her mother. Kanika tried not to be bitter, she tried to be happy, but she had no reason to be. Still, she had her mask - her facade of contentment and joy. She smiled to herself. Kanika had survived alone with no help from her kind, nor had she ever sought it - the idea of a pack was foreign to her. Yet this place - this place smelt like wild dog. Perhaps...

Perhaps she could be tamed?

The idea was almost laughable. How often had she submitted herself to those who deemed themselves higher than her? Would she submit to an alpha now? Born into slavery those centuries ago, the woman fought against her upbringing and evolved into a dominant person. Yet to survive, she knew she needed others. Over the years she had come across the vampires, of course, and was sneered at, called a dog, a mangy bitch, and nothing more. They saw themselves as higher beings, and she hated that more than anything. Yet alone she could never fight them, she could only flee. Sticking to the shadows, or hiding in plain sight - she was always evading, never hunting. She needed it to change, for her own sanity. But would taking the orders of a fellow Lycan really help her? Or would she only turn upon her master and bite the hand that fed her, as it were?

In recent years, humans began realizing their fears and, instead of turning on their heel like she did, they fought. They were nothing next to the Lycans or Vampires, yet they persisted. In a way she could not help but respect their bravery. She almost pitied their weaknesses and envied their mortality - yet she hatred them, too. Hated their culture, hated their racism, their hatred toward anyone and everyone that was different. Too long had that been burned into her. They were not wounds to be healed but scars etched literally into her flesh. Even if she could respect the hunters, she could not stop herself from hating humanity as a whole. But she wished, more than anything, to return to them. Then, she would no longer be alone. right?

Kanika wanted to howl, but she settled for her silent stare aimed upward toward the moon. It was only a glimmer, now, bound by the clouds. Was she the moon? Alone and so far from the stars she could not hope to rejoin them? Lowering herself, she sat in the long grass, mud smearing her jacket and bare legs. Uncaring, she closed her eyes and sighed, feeling the rain tumbling over her face.

[Dante Stark]

He shifted through the murky water trudging through holding his arms in the air to prevent them from getting wet. Fighting his way through all the grime and mud he finally managed to get to the shore bank.

"Fucking bloodsuckers.." The man cursed as he threw his shirt off and onto the grass. He knew he'd have to remove the dirty damp clothing otherwise he'd end up catching a cold, and he figured as he was not parked very far away from the graveyard he'd hoof it through and hopefully no-one would have seen him. Dante threw the rest of his clothing on the floor until he was left in his red converse shoes and black boxers.

Scooping up his clothing and his pistol he carried them through the grass walking and feeling the rain against his bare skin.. Fucking weather is worse than England.. he began to mutter under his breath as he felt the grass rubbing against his legs. He began to walk past various gravestones paying attention to the names and thinking back to some of the bodies he'd had brought here and disposed off. Suddenly Danticus tripped over one of them flailing around like an idiot dropping his clothes and his gun.

After bringing himself up from the ground he rubbed at his arm feeling the blood from the cut. "Jesus mother goddamn fuckkity.." He cursed again sighing loudly, at least no one would have been able to see him he hoped. Bending down and scooping his clothing back up he was trying to find where his gun had fallen too as he looked around the area he saw it fall down to a slightly newer gravestone. "Sally Dawkins"... He knew that name it was a female hunter that he'd been out hunting with a couple of times before one of the vampires had claimed her life. He felt a sense or remorse that she had died that day and not him. Shrugging his feelings of depression off he grabbed his gun and rolled it back up into his clothing before continuing his journey through the graveyard and the tallest grass.

He slumped down near some of the grass and felt the rain and the wind against his body, it was relaxing and refreshing all at the same time. Feeling the world whizz past him as he relaxed on his little patch of grass barely clothed and soaking wet. He'd needed to warm himself up and dry himself off.

" Boy do i miss England sometimes.. ."
He spoke to himself as he sat there, some people may have thought he was crazy but he enjoyed his moments of solitude and they were always fun when he got to really enjoy the beauty around him. He lay his head on the grass and looked up at the sky looking at the clouds forgetting he was almost naked and he smiled softly looking up at the sky.

[ankh]

The rain flowed down her face like tiny rivers, tracing a map upon her soft skin. It chilled her to the bone, her shorts and flowing top providing little warmth even with the trench coat tucked snugly around her. Her thin, tall body curled up, knees to her chest and arms wrapping tightly around them as she lifted her face to the heavens. Goosebumps formed over her body, her hairs stood on end and the normally wild, uncontrollable mane of hair slumped in rats tails around her shoulders. She wore little makeup, but that she did wear washed off as the rain cleansed her. It made her feel pure - innocent again. It helped her forget the lives she took, forget the families of those she had murdered. Kanika did not see herself as any different to other Lycans, though she had little to do with others of her kind, but she liked to think she had retained some of her humanity. Maybe that was a bad thing, but it helped ease her.

The sound of water disrupted her. It was not the rain, but the swamp like marshes that surrounded the graveyard. Eyes opening, she shifted her body to hide behind one of the larger stones. In the distance, the figure of a man emerged from the water. Clothes sodden, he tore them from his body and trudged up he banks. Her gaze from pinned upon him, watching his muscles ripple under the onslaught of rain. She licked her lips, lustful for something other than blood - hey, she had needs too. She was still a woman. Silent, she snuck forward, following his path through the long grass.

Why was he here? A familiar scent clung to him, but she could not place it as the smell of the marshes overwhelmed her senses. Curious, and temporarily distracted from her thoughts, she watched him stumble, trip, and linger over a grave. An old friend? All of her friends; the children; her aunt who wasn't really an aunt; they were all long dead. She no longer had that guilty gaze, that look on her face that mourned them silently. He did. She was almost jealous. As he stumbled to his feet and collected his fallen items, her eyes caught sight of something shiny and silver and her breath was caught in the back of her throat. A gun? She could not tell for sure whether he was a hunter or not, yet the sight of a weapon only enticed her more. Never thinking before she acted, always letting curiosity overwhelm her better judgment, she moved closer.

He slumped into the grass, his half naked torso glistening as raindrops danced upon his chest. She knew she should run. Her mind screamed at her, told her to sneak away as she always did - to use her silence to stay alive. To stay alone. She stood.

Mud tarnishing her legs and coat, she stepped forward. He spoke to himself, for a moment not noticing her, he seemed. His accent was clearly English, which made her strides quicker. She had not been to her birth country for many years, and though she did not call anyplace her home, she still longed to be in London. It was no longer the over-crowded city she knew and loved, she had learnt, but it was close enough. Leaning over him, she peered into his face with a smile. "You're going to catch a cold." Hey, she wasn't witty or clever or anything like that. It was the best she had. Besides, he was human, and armed, she had to act normal. As normal as she could, anyway.

[Dante Stark]

Danticus hadn't been paying attention to any of the rain or the coldness around him when suddenly a voice piped up to him. "You're going to catch a cold." A woman spoke to him looking him over with a smile as he sat up from the grassy bank. "Hopefully i won't catch a cold, i need to keep my nasal's clean in my line of a work.." He paused for a moment. "As a painter, But what brings such a beautiful lady like yourself out here to a man covered in muck and dressed very skimpily clad." He smirked softly at her.

The evening hadn't gone quite to Danticus plans, because of him losing track of the vampire had had been tailing for months but now he'd been thrown this mysterious lady in the graveyard and was thankful at least he was still wearing underwear, otherwise things would have been slightly awkward either way he didn't really give two shits right now to whether she saw him naked, she was pretty and he really didn't care how people saw him at the moment he was just not a people person when it came to being out in public half naked.

Something about this woman intrigued him and he was not quite sure what it was, it was a feeling he had. He was not sure how to place his finger on it but let alone ruin the moment he stood up dropping his clothing to the floor. He stood there and looked her in the eye; "So pretty lady, you got a name or do i have to call you sexy the rest of the evening. " He smirked at her and nodded his head letting her know he really did just say that.
He was quite the charmer when he wanted to be, but he figured what's the point in being coy when two people are out in a graveyard.. morals had nothing to do with the situation he'd found himself in but he was glad at least it was a sexy female.. and not a dirty old man that had found him. He covered his chest with his arms to keep himself slightly warm so he'd not end up shivering in front of her.

After thinking for awhile he decided he'd say something that'd put the mood in a different balance and hopefully not scare of his potential friend... either way he didn't care if it died it was still going to be a laugh. "Don't suppose there is room under that coat for two.." He grinned as he let out a slight chuckle in case she was offended he could try to play it off as a joke.

[ankh]

She grinned at the man, dark eyes glimmering down toward him. This guy was an odd one, that was for sure. If she had not seen him emerge from the water dripping wet, the fact he was half naked and laying besides gravestones would have been questionable and slightly disturbing. He looked up at her, meeting her gaze. He seemed startled slightly, but not angry that she had invaded his personal space. As he sat up and grinned, the woman allowed her eyes to wander over his exposed torso with a coy grin. Nice, was all she could think at that moment in time. As a girl, raised 300 or so years previous, she was told to always act respectful. She was a slave, but a woman nonetheless. Not to be spoiled before marriage, if ever she could have married. Being a black child in the 1700's in England was no easy thing to live through. Yet over the years, even before her transformation, she grew lonely and embraced anothers touch easily. Nowadays, he made her feel more human, less grotesque, to lie beside a creature so remarkably innocent. She did not trust their kind, but she longed to be one of them.

He grinned and she grinned back, hands crossed over her chest. He needed his sense of smell for what? Painting? She laughed. "So you can smell if the paints dry? Riiiight. That's not weird or anything." She teased, raising an eyebrow. Was he serious? She couldn't tell. His comment made her blush slightly and she shrugged. What brought a beautiful lady here? Curiosity. The allure of a half naked man? She couldn't really say that now, could she? "I reckoned you one of them streakers. I thought I might join in." She joked. Humor always masked real reasons, though she reckoned the truth would not bother him. He didn't seem to be overly self conscious despite their strange meeting.

He stood and she took a step back to give him space, arms placed now on her hips. His comment made her laugh. He was certainly not one to play innocent. A smirk was fixed to her face, red lips bright against her mocha skin. Her eyes glimmered mischievously. "Hmm, see now I don't want to tell you my name. Much more interesting that way." Oh what a tease. This man was a charmer, that was for sure. He was straight to the point and rather blunt - though not in a bad way. "I'm Kanika, but call me whatever you want, mmkay?" He crossed his arms, sodden clothes laying dormant in the dirt.

He mentioned her coat and she did not hesitate to unbutton it. She was tall and slim, so the coat was rather large. Standing at just over 6 foot, she was no midget. Often she was nicknamed the amazon woman for her peculiar height and slim build. The coat shouldn't be too small on him, though he was a few inches taller than her. Holding it out, the red jacket matching her equally red nails (it was sort of obvious what her favorite colour was) she offered it to the man. Underneath the jacket she wore a pair of denim shorts and a flowing white shirt. It was thin material, not overly warm, yet Kanika was always warm. It was like she was an eternal radiator of heat, it drove her nuts, so it was rare she wore anything that wasn't shorts or a dress. She didn't mind him using her jacket. It would actually be amusing to see him in the overly feminine coat. "Well, we could squeeze, share body heat and whatever, but I'm sure you'd be warmer if you just took it." A smile; warm, kind. See, she wasn't so bad. Who cares if the almighty pack thought her a useless stray? She was human enough and that was just fine, even if her humanity was make believe. Right?

[Dante Stark]

Danticus observed as she offered him her coat.. Where would the fun be if he was not rubbing against her.. "As much as I'd gladly take your coat.. I figured what's not the fun in two sexy people rubbing and sharing body warmth.. you look like you carry a lot of heat and i must admit I'm pretty chilly.. perhaps you'd warm me up." He smiled softly, he was playing the field with her now the rules had gone out the window.. he was aiming to get her to like him and enjoy his glowing aura... that and she appeared to keep checking him out.

Danticus was liking this woman more and more, she had the sex appeal and she had a pretty fine ass. She'd ticked all of Danticus box's and even though she'd seen him in his underwear he figured he'd see if she'd show the same courtesy, what was not the harm in trying he thought it was all fun.. and she seemed to like to play dirty. This made Danticus chuckle slightly thinking about what lay underneath all of the clothing.

"You've got a pretty sexy name, well a pretty sexy everything.. and it intrigues me - So my sexy lady friend.. You've seen me quite at a disadvantage here naked and i was wondering if just to even the playing field.. I'd get a peek?.. I mean if you want to of course.. I'd love to see more of that body." He smiled innocently but with a cheeky grin that let her know he was a flirty person but he enjoyed being around her at the moment.

Danticus whistled innocently as he tugged at his ever so tight boxer shorts, by now the rain had stopped and he'd noticed that the place around them was still pretty much dry, and he slowly lowered himself back down on the grass beckoning her to join him. He outstretched his legs as he felt the cool grass rubbing against his legs. He wondered more if this was good luck or bad-luck but he neither question it.. sure a vampire was still on the loose but at least he'd found a sexy girl to talk with.

Danticus laid down on the ground for a moment and stretched himself out on the ground, he was comfortable and he'd wanted to find other ways to feel relaxed but that was out of the question considering his car was not too far off. He was starving and the thought of eating to relax was a glorious thought.. And people said sex was always on his mind... He loved to eat and the thought of taking the beauty to some drive through and then getting to know her didn't really cross his mind.. there were more personal thoughts he'd let consume his thoughts.. He noticed he'd been silent for a little too long and figured he'd break the ice some more.. "Lets fuck." He chuckled.. "Only joking... Or am i ... but your lips do look pretty or is that just the evening light.." He smiled and sat up from the grass, maybe she'd storm off.. maybe she'd stay..

[ankh]

Her hands settled on her hips, coat hanging from one hand besides her bare legs. A single eyebrow raised and she laughed, not sure if he was joking or not. Normal woman might be offended even if he was fooliing around, but she was simply intregued. It was doubtful she would see the ma again, nor was she intrested in a cup or coffee and conversation neither cared about. "Oh I'd warm you up, alright." She responded with a coy grin. Hey, she might not be human but she was still a woman - she had needs! It had been too long and the sight of a ripped, muscular body inticed her. How could she possibly resist? The alpha couldn't exactly be pissed at her any more than he was already, and besides, she wasn't eating him.

The compliments were taken with a slight blush and a shrug. His humour and obvious disregard for subtlety relaxed her and made her feel more at ease. Humans could sometimes make her twitchy, especialy since she herself was not always the most normal of people, and she often wondered if they sensed she was different. This man seemed oblivious, lost in his own perverted thoughts. Kanika did not mind one bit. His statement was hilarious - mostly because she wasn't sure wether he was joking or not.Looking down at herself, she shrugged. "Well, I'm not wearing much anyway." Off came the shirt. Stood on shorts and a simple black bra, she shrugged again casualy. The flowing shirt drifted downwards, picked up by a gust of wind and was blown onto a large cross gravestone where it clung and fluttered in the breeze.

He sat down and she followed, the rain slowly begining to stop and the last few drops making their way into the wet earth. The ground was cold but she barely noticed, eyes pinned upon the tight boxers for a little longer than was probably acceptable. Tugging her gaze away, she blushed and led beside him. Instead she forced her eyes to wander to the skies - the clouds were thick but she could gas forming. Through the tears in the thick veil she could see the sliver of moon and the glittering stars behind it. He spoke again - he said he was joking but se severel doubted it. Turning to him, head resting in the crook of an arm, she smirked. "Probably the evening light. But I'm not one to turn down a roll-around with handsome strangers." She laughed, winking.

What whores, the pair of them. Oh well, neither of them seemed phased by the odd meeting or the turn their conversation had taken. Kanika did not wait for a response. She sat up and rolled onto him, knees either side of his torso. Hands resting on his exposed chest, she eyed him with a hungry gaze. No, no food tonight. Just good, clean (well, not really) fun. And hey, here was as good as any. Right?

[Dante Stark]

Danticus had watched as things moved fast - One moment she was stripping the next she had rolled onto him. He ran his fingers down her back caressing on her spine rubbing his fingers softly down the bone curves... such beauty... And now he'd felt her on top of him and he was not complaining she was quite the devilish looking woman and he was enjoying himself far too much for himself to even notice.

"Well these boxers are a little tight for comfort.... How about we take them off and see what happens..." He playfully chuckled as he stared up into her eyes - Everything was perfect in these moments.. She was a beautiful woman and he found himself compelled to stare deeply into her eyes and he could not help himself, He moved his face closer to hers and clasped his lips against hers letting the moment drag on as he kissed her with a fiery passion.. He drew back from the kiss and stared into those damned eyes of hers and he felt his boxers beginning to shift.

Everything was moving swiftly as he ran his hands all over her body, caressing and taking a feel of what he could.. she was amazing and her body felt soft to his touch, she really was something and Danticus was amazed by how much he was enjoying the moment.. He'd never had this much fun in awhile all of his other sexual conquests left him bored - But this woman she had everything he craved and he felt himself getting excited knowing nothing had even happened yet.

So it appears they were both a bit slutty, but what was the harm in a little bump and grind between two strangers in a graveyard.. Okay there was a lot of things wrong with what was going on between them but why the fuck did they even care they had each other in these moments.

"I'll admit your lips are soft to the touch... addicting.. makes me crave more." Danticus brought his lips back to hers interrupting his own words as he let his mouth do all the talking between them. More moments passed and he'd felt his body shifting as hers was rolled on-top of him... He was feeling pretty excited and He was sure his female co-part could feel this through his underwear.

Obviously she would have been able to have noticed what was stirring beneath his boxers and he smiled pulling back from the kiss.

"Any other words... Or are we on the right track?." He chuckled letting his eyes run into hers as he stared on.

[ankh]

She felt the cold grasp of mud as it painted her legs. Grass and dirt clung to them, embraced them. The idea of a graveyard drawing them closer down into the soft earth should have been chilling, but it only excited her. Kanika knew there were worse things than the ghost stories and rumours that focussed upon the cemetries. There were bigger monsters that lurked in the shadows. And she was a part of that.

She grinned, her lips wide in a hungry smile. Hungry for flesh? Definatly not. Hungry for his body - for touch, skin, for comfort. His hands explored her curves, her wise hips and small but feminine chest. She was no busty lady, she did not have giant breasts, but she didn't need them or want them. Kanika knew she was beautiful. Her wild hair fluttered as the wind paraded around them, her hands running over his bare chest and lips meeting his as he sat up to embrace her. Hands around his neck, she was gentle at first but soon her kiss was hungry and wild like her inner nature. It was impossible to hide. Tasting his tongue she yearned for more and as he broke the kiss to talk she forced him back. No words. This was not the time for talking. Still, she could relate to his words. Addictive, she craved his touch. Like a wild fire, her lust was impossible to quench. She yeanred for humanity, for her hunger to be satisfied, but for now this would have to do. Even if it was with a stranger. Even if she could never dare fall in love.

She senced him stirring under his boxers and she smirked, happy to be distracted from her thoughts. He pulled away again. More talking. Too much, she placed a finger upon his lips, blood red nail bright against his mud stained skin. "Shhh." She murmered. "No talking." So many words - why talk when you could show through actions alone? Her nails stroked his skin, clawing gently down his back. Her lips danced over his neck, sucking at his skin. Little dark marks formed over his neck and shoulder, little love bites that would temporarily mark him as hers. Temporary - not forever, like everything in her life. Life was fleeting, especialy so for a werewolf.

~~~fade to blackkkk~~~

She rolled away, chest heaving as she gasped in heavy breaths. She felt the mud slick down her back and through her hair. She knew she looked a mess, but she couldn't care less in that moment. A few stray specks of rain dribbled down, cooling her hot flesh as she fought to regain her breath. Staring at the sky for a moment, she let herself enjoy the coldness of the night, her arm gently touching his as he lay beside her. Her body was thick in sweat, their excurtions having been frantic and almost feral. no lovey dovey crap, they were all for the action. She loved it. Her toes curled just thinking about his body upon hers. She turned to him, bright eyes flashing with mischief. Mud was slicked over her right cheek and nose and grass painted her hair with streaks of green, but she ignored the mess she was in. "Well that was....Amazing." She laughed, almost shyly. Shy? How could she be shy after what they just did? Kanika turned away, blushing slightly. After a moment she turned, rolling toward him. She planted a kiss upon his cheek, smeared lipstick leaving a mark upon his ivory skin. "Well, as fun as that was, I should probably be going." He was not up for talking to her, she assumed. He was a man inrested in only one thing and she was starving hungry. Her stomach growled to back up the thought. She could escape and he probably wouldn't give a shit. He'd have forgotten her name by morning.

She stood and glanced down at her own naked body, pulling a face. Slipping on her dirty clothes, she waited for him to call her back, but she doubted her would. She loved to image that men remembered her, that they wanted her back - the exotic beauty that came in the dead of night to satisfy them, only to vanish by the morning - but life didn't work that way. She turned and began to walk bare foot, tugging the red trench coat about her body tightly. Now, where was the nearest fast food joint?