Posts by PoisonGelatin

shun-chan Honestly, I just think you're really cool, and would want to RP with either of your characters. In this case, I meant Pascal, but Elderpaw is also v. awesome.

Shadowstartheleader

Iridessa slips from the conversation with a murmured apology, and approaches Shadow with apprehension clear on her hauntingly beautiful face. "What did they want from you?" She asks, her eyes shifting from Shadow to the Dukh Uoker, back to Shadow. Her grip on her umbrella makes the umbrella continue to creak slightly, and her jaw is clenched, teeth grinding together. Something about the two new students with the butterflies makes her uneasy. Of course, butterflies do mean change, and Iridessa has never taken to change very well. Her turning was somewhat traumatic, after all, and that was the biggest change of her life.

And Jaggedtail could go with the patrol, maybe, and that's how they meet for the first time? Or I could just train Elderpaw, like, they need to be trained.

Iridessa frowns. Well, that was anticlimactic. She then began to tell him as such. "Anticlimactic. That is so dead, my man." She puts a hand on her hip, and looks back to Adore and the others, before she continues. "Well. I'm Iridessa. You look new, and scared. A little fear is good, but Jesus Almighty, mind not looking like every move I make will make you piss yourself?" Her tone is vaguely annoyed, but her shifting from side to side on heeled sandals looks so graceful that many people would forgive her for a little annoyance.

Courtney looks at Willam with a surprised expression, one that morphs into wonder, and she squeezes Willam tightly to her as they watch the show together.

Courtney gasps, loudly, at all the dramatic moments. Honestly, she's probably the worst person to watch TV with, but hey, it's bonding time, and bonding time is good. She also squeezes harder when it's dramatic.

Jaggedtail notices Elderpaw coming, and turns her gaze upon him. The mischievous glint is gone in an instant, replaced by a stern, cold exterior. Internally, Jaggedtail warms at the sight of her apprentice. They have been doing well in their training, and Jaggedtail is secretively proud of them. Of course, she would never actually tell them that, but she tries to show it in her actions. "Elderpaw. Would you like to come with Maplesky and I on a hunting patrol?" She may never want to actively spend time with Flamingstar, but anyone else was fine, and after all, it was for the good of the clan.

"Did you see that Willam? I can't believe them!" Courtney says at one point, when it gets particularly interesting. Her attention is fully on the television screen at this point, even though she blushes at the proximity of Willam.

Iridessa clucks her tongue in annoyance, and she crouches down so that she's semi-eye level with him again. "Your name, kiddo?" She asks, her tone slightly more kind than it was before. He could be a bigot, but honestly, he just looks like a scared teenager. Really, she could relate; after all, she used to be a scared teenager herself, thrust into the world of the supernatural suddenly and without prior knowledge of said world. "Why are you so afraid, anyways? Nobody here bites- not anymore, anyway."

"Everybody is like this? Oh hell no, they better not- aaaaand they did." Courtney sighs, but she smiles at Willam's laugh. She has a gorgeous little giggle.

"... Kitten?" Courtney pauses in her active viewing, and she looks at Willam with wide eyes and a half smile.

Courtney's half smile turns into a full blown one, white teeth so blinding they're like the sun. "Well, thank you, I think."

Courtney reaches one hand up and puts it to her cheek, hoping to cover up the sudden red flush that is covering her cheeks and part of her neck. "...I think you're cute too."

Celeste sighs. They check on the civilians, and then fly out the broken window as soon as possible. Let's avoid talking to police about their uncommon behavior, shall we? A failure it was, for all Celeste knows about the villain is that they're (most likely) broke, and can wield flames. That's it.

They land on their balcony with a sigh, and run a hand over their short brown hair. Their hair is cut nearly in a buzzcut after the last supervillain, the one with the wind powers (and flight capabilities) fought them on an airplane and their hair nearly got caught in one of the engines. Hair just gets in the way, honestly, and it's better to keep it as short as possible. Zombies could also grab onto said hair, and with the super-powered heroes, villains, and civilians wandering around, they wouldn't put it past the Earth to also create zombies. Always expect zombies.

Celeste's obsession with zombies aside, they need to do something to relax. Besides, Butterscotch (their never before mentioned golden retriever) needed a walk. They pet their dog's head, and went over to the door to get the leash hanging on the hook. With a whistle, they left their apartment, dog in tow.

Heather Delorean

Her wolf is sandy brown with yellow eyes, and short, coarse fur.

Her skin is like a creamy mocha, descending from Native Americans in the area that were known for having the werewolf gene. Her hair is short, spiky, and black with red undertones, often styled into a faux mohawk or a pretty pixie cut. She stands tall at 5'9". She is rather muscular, and often works out. Despite exercising often, her confidence is low and she believes that nobody would want someone as muscular and outgoing as her. The working out is often compulsive, because it makes her feel good, just not about her body. In the summer, she wears a lot of bikinis and crop tops to show off her awesome abs.

Part of the local reservation's pack, she is the Alpha's daughter. She has been looking for her soulmate in the neighboring packs, to no avail. So she must travel a little farther to find her soulmate. However, she is wary of the BloodMoon pack. She has heard many a rumor from the surrounding packs, and her friends, but has never actually met a member of the pack herself. The region is having it's seasonal soulmate banquet, and, desperate, Heather attends. (She's looking amazing in a crimson dress and matching heels, if she says so herself.)

At the banquet, Heather holds her glass of champagne and hopes that this man talking to her goes away soon. He's been talking for a good fifteen minutes and it just washes over her as idle chatter. His words are boring, and self-serving, and a little crude. She takes a sip- she's been watching her drink all night, just in case. She adjusts her dress a little by pulling at the top, and the man's eyes go straight to her cleavage. Ugh. What a scumbag.

She looks around, hoping for an escape, somehow. The crowd seemed to all blur together; rows upon rows of finely dressed people, with vibrant dresses and sharply cut tuxedos. Honestly, if it weren't for the fact that her twenty-first birthday was approaching faster than the speed of light, and if her father wasn't the alpha of the reservation's pack, she wouldn't even be here. Her eyes then catch on him. His charcoal grey suit cuts a nice figure,, and his body is divine. She flexes her arm muscles on reflex, her eyes snapping back to the man talking to her. God forbid she remember his name.

"... So what do you say we get out of here, huh?" The man says, a sleazy look on his face. Ugh. Gag me with a spoon.

Courtney presses a light kiss to Willam's temple, in affection and maybe because the girl was now harboring a massive crush on Willam. She basks in the warmth of their shared body heat, and watches the show with a little less intrigue than before, continuing to glance over at Willam.

Before she could even say anything (or maybe punch the lights out of this man for daring to speak so crudely to her) the man she had been eyeing earlier came up and said something! Had he seen her looking? Had he noticed the silent cries for help? Who cares, she was free of the stifling conversation and, it seemed, the crude man himself; she watched him hightail it out of there with a speed she had never seen in a man in his late thirties.

She turns, and then looks up at the man in the charcoal suit, and smiles a winning smile. Her teeth are like a military cemetery, each tooth in it's place and whiter than anything against her darker skin. "Thanks. I don't know what such a man was doing here, but clearly he was put on this Earth just to make me uncomfortable." She chuckles to herself, a deep and warm tone to her voice and her laugh.

Iridessa looks at Shadow, skeptical. She doubted that was his real name, but hey, his parents could be hippies, or just plain weird. She knows her parents were weird, for naming her a mouthful like 'Iridessa'. "Uh huh. Shadow. How old are you? Is this your first year?" She asks, a winning smile on her face, and her whole body relaxing as she falls into the normal patterns of small talk. No weird butterflies, or Russians, just her and an extremely anxious boy, just the way she liked it. Most boys (and girls for that matter) were a little anxious around her, but really, this boy took the cake.