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    Jezebel Westbay; Caracal


    She wasn't at all surprised at the sound of the man's voice, she had heard him walking towards her only a moment before. By his scent, she could tell he was a werecat like herself, yet Jezebel decided not to comment on the fact and remain concentrated on her task at hand "Very much so. I could die if I don't drink the pepsi, but the same could happen if i ignore the mountain dew. Decisions decisions" her voice held an undertone of amusement, blue eyes filled with held in laughter as she peered at him out of the corner of her eye. She was no expecting what she saw. A tall, rather fit man covered in tattoos. He had a piercing silver gaze, one any girl could fall for. His aura was like a flashing billboard 'Bad Boy Here'... and she liked it. Biting the inside of her cheek, the red head finally decided what she should do." Well, might as well live" Jezebel announced before taking a small amount of each beverage into her cup. This was known as graveyarding, and it was always interesting to find out what the results would taste like.

    Jezebel Westbay; Caracal


    A smirk played at her own lips as he reached around her, mixing his own drinks after she had done so herself. She turned slightly so that her side was facing his chest, her face turned towards him. Lifting her cup, the werecat smiled up at the taller man, her blue eyes meeting his silver ones with curiosity "To living on the wild side" the dame stated before taking a swig of her drink. It was oddly palatable, nothing like she expected. Licking her lips, Jezebel finally turned to face him, reaching out her hand for a handshake before introducing herself "The name's Jezebel".


    The fiery red haired girl couldn't help but feel curious about him. Never had she met another werecat who wasn't a member of her pride, thus making this meeting all the more exhilarating. She was tempted to just ditch the pride and hang out with this guy all day, but she knew the alpha was picking up on her antics, so it was better to see if he'd be interested in doing such a daring feat this evening.

    Up dated her appearance

    Here he is!

    The moment his words escaped his lips, and he pulled away from her was the moment her heart shattered into a million pieces. Astraea was unsure why she felt this agonizing pain within her chest since moments ago she was cross with the man. She couldn't make sense of any of her emotions. Never before had this happened to her... well, not since the hanging of her mother. They killed her mother because they perceived the woman to not only be a traitor, but a threat they had to defend themselves against. Defend. Could she just tell herself that what Ruben did was only an act of defense? With a trembling lower lips, the elf peered up at the man once more, her green eyes hoping they'd meet his. He was avoiding her gaze... was he ashamed of what he had done? Did he regret causing her to feel this way? Could she trust him? There was no doubt in her mind that she had fallen in love with the knight, so would she let something from his past ruin these pure feelings? No


    Astraea wiped away her tears, refusing to seem weak anymore. She had to be brave, strong. No longer did she wish to be the sensitive and meek woman she was - well, at least not with Ruben. The medic exhaled though her nose, refusing to give up as she took a few steps towards him, her face soft and full of emotion. "I could never be with any of them" she whispered, her voice cracking slightly as she spoke. Without warning, the golden haired maiden pulled Ruben into a tight embrace, her arms wrapped around his waist as she buried her face into his chest. His musky scent filled her nose, causing her to visibly relax a bit "You were scared, you did what you had to do. I may not agree with it, and it may be upsetting, but whats in the past is behind you" Her voice was barley above a whisper as she spoke into his chest, the fabric of his clothing muffling her voice further. Astraea pulled her face away from his chest, peering up at him for only a moment before she did something that even shocked herself. Standing on the tips of her toes, the maiden gently pressed her lips against his own, gently closing her eyes as she did so. Oh how her heart was hammering against her rib cage, her nerves on fire as she felt her skin heat up at the simple contact. How she hoped he'd return the kiss, she wanted nothing more than to know he still wanted her as she wanted him. Astraea could forget about what he had done, in time. But Ruben's past wouldn't change how she felt about the man. Never.

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    Astraea Cromdiir

    Medic || 23 years || Half elf

    Love interest || Ruben

    Companions: Nyx &Sterling

    Interaction || open


    She wasn't sure how long it had been since Ruben's departure, but Astraea was sure she should return to her duties. Now that she had an apprentice, and many were returning from the war injured or sick, it was up to her to insure their healing was going well. Wiping away her tears, the elvish woman gathered her supplies before exiting her home, a blast of cool air rushing through her hair as she walked down the crowded streets. It was obvious she had been crying, her eyes red and her cheeks flushed from her emotions. Moments passed before the medic had finally arrived at the tent, a feeling of dread slamming down on her as soon as she entered. There were so many men staying here, some at the verge of death, others better.


    A low sigh escaped her full lips as she removed her cloak and placed it at her desk in the back. Continuing on, Astraea rummaged through her supplies, gathering all the remedies and medications that her patients required. The elf made her rounds, checking on her patients, giving them their dose, etc... Finally, once it was al over and done, Astraea sat at her desk towards the back, her elbow against the wood while her head was held within her hands.

    With the feeling of his arms around her body, she felt safe, loved even. The warmth of his body radiated onto her own heating skin. A mass of heat an passion filled her as his lips moved against her own, battling for dominance for a few moments until they finally pulled apart. Her breathing was ragged, yet manageable as her eyes met his. Astraea leaned her face into his touch, oddly enjoying the feeling of his calloused hands against her skin. How she longed for a moment like this, one where both of them showed such passion that even the air felt as if it were full of sparks. How her heart swelled with pure emotion as she drowned in his hazel optics, losing herself within their depths as she held his gaze. How had this come to be? How had a man like this come into her life - one with a dark past and rugged nature - and how had he manage to steal her heart.


    The sound of his deep voice was like music to her ears, while the feeling of his breath against her skin caused her to shiver with pleasure. Damn her sensitive body, always reacting to any simple contact. "And what would it be that I have stolen?" the medic inquired in a low, breathless voice. With one arched brow, her eyes scanned his features, one of her hands snaking it's way around the back of his neck, her slender fingers tangling with his deep mocha colored locks as she awaited a reply.


    This moment was so beautiful, she never wanted it to end. The feeling of their bodies so close was heaven to her. And how his eyes shown with emotion, it was beautiful, perfect. Never had she thought she'd ever feel this way, yet here she was, loving a man she never knew she'd love. Gently, her other hand made its way to his face, feeling the stubble on his chin while she caressed his features.


    This was perfect.

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    Astraea Cromdiir

    Medic || 23 years || Half elf

    Love interest || Ruben

    Companions: Nyx &Sterling

    Interaction || Plutonian-Raven  


    Her heart lurched within her chest as she heard Rose speak. Astraea had been so engrossed in her own thoughts that she hadn't registered the sound of a nearing horse. What was she to say to the knight? Lie about the fact that she was praying to the Gods that the man she loved would return to her safely? No. Primrose may accept Astraea, though that didn't mean she accepted any relationship she may have with the human knight. How much heartache this was causing her, an internal conflict raging within her mind as she quickly wiped away her rebel tears, softly sniffling.

    "I am fine, Lady Primrose" the half-elvish woman replied as she pushed herself out of her chair, a forced smile on her lips. With reddened eyes and rosy cheeks, the medic peered up at the fiery haired knight, hoping that her facade would be enough to convince the knight that nothing was wrong.

    It was certainly a unique way to confess his feelings, and she adored it. Everything about Ruben was new, fresh and unfathomably beautiful. She could feel her heart racing within her chest a he spoke, subconsciously gripping his hair a little tighter in surprise. How she longed to hear those words escape his full and supple lips. And now, as they caressed her ear drums, Astraea couldn't be happier. Of all the suitors she had been presented in her life - most of which were elves who she had met by chance while out in the forest -she would have never imagined that her heart would only belong to Ruben. Closing her eyes, a smile graced her lips as his hands slowly slipped lower towards her waist, the feeling of his hands against her bare skin causing a shiver to involuntarily run down her spine.


    "You had stolen my heart and the essence of my very soul since the moment our eyes met. It was unbeknownst to myself, but I began to realize in the moments we spent together I fell for you more each time. You are my Knight in Shining armor, the man who aided me to come out of my shell, to bring out the woman in me I wished I could be. It was then that I had realized a love for you had made it's way into my heart... and I never want that feeling to go away. I never wish to stop loving you" Her voice was soft as her gaze met his for a moment before she averted her gaze, heart racing. Astraea had finally admitted her feelings to not only Ruben, but to herself as well. It was like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, a sense of relief coming over her as her true feelings surfaced. She could never imagine ever being without Ruben, and she wished she'd never have to feel that way. Because he was her soul mate, the elf was sure of it.

    She felt herself being swept off her feet as his grip tightened around her waist. Suddenly she was peering down at Ruben, her long hair gliding against the skin of his neck and shoulders. It was a blissful feeling that flowed through her as he whirled around, the action causing a giggle to escape her lips. Her green eyes help his hazel gaze, her cheeks completely flushed from all of the emotions she was feeling. How could she have fallen in love with such a man? His dark past certainly loomed in the back of her mind, threatening to push it's way towards her full attention. No, this was not the appropriate time for those thoughts to resurface. She was completely and utterly focused on the man who's arms gripped her so feverishly. "Yes, my knight in shining armor" Astraea breathed softly, her hands resting on his broad shoulders.


    His words caressed her eardrums, each syllable causing her heart to flutter faster than before. He thought she was all of those things? No one had ever said such a thing to her before. Ruben made her feel so joyous, special, and loved. How had such an amazing man manage to fall for her and all of her faults? All of her quirks, even what she was. Being a half elf wasn't just taboo, it was frowned upon. Would others in the kingdom accept a relationship between the two? What did she care? As long as the two of them were happy, that was all that mattered to her. The feeling of his butterfly kisses against the sedative skin of her neck brought her back to reality, her attention now compactly on the man who held her in her arms.


    "You are a handsome man, your voice like honey, as sweet as ever." She allowed her fingertips to run across his lower lip gently "I appreciate all of which you do for me, and all of the promises you make. I only wish I can do the same for you" Astraea's voice was soft as she spoke, her mind racing with memories of the two in the past few months. That's when the half-elvish maiden recalled a specific event. The ball. It had occurred to her that Ruben had been pestering her about something she had uttered under her breath. Her first kiss... The memory caused her cheeks to flush even further, casing a soft laugh to erupt from her lips. "Ruben, do you recall the time we spent at the ball's hedge maze?" the medic inquired softly. Without waiting for a reply, Astraea continued "It was my first kiss" she whispered in embarrassment, avoiding his gaze - which was rather difficult considering that she was still being held in his strong arms.

    Re-posting for spidey :)

    Beau Michael Williams | Werewolf Omega | Interacting w/ spidey :)  


    A smile graced his features as his laughter finally calmed. He always had a good time joking around with Espen; she wasn't like the other pack wolves, and he was really grateful for that. "I'd kill to see that" he commented as she stated that she may end up beating Maverick herself. One thing he found more attractive than an artistic girl, was fierceness and aggression. Beau wasn't sure why, but they were just a couple of attributes he looked for in a person, he found them compelling and attractive. Running a hand through his shoulder length hair, he couldn't help but grin at her question "What, cant get enough of me?" he teased as he lead her to the classroom "But yes, I do have art first period" Beau couldn't help but find the way she questioned him adorable, he also loved the fact that he was able to bring this out in her.


    As he entered the class room, he draped his arm over her shoulder "So, does the back sound fine to you?" He rose his brows, peering down at her with a curious gaze. He wasn't really that kid who liked sitting front and center - I know, cliche - but who did? The back of the room was seldom visited by the teacher, and it gave students some privacy. And, considering the fact that Beau just wanted Espen's attention to himself for the majority of the period, he hoped she'd say yes to the back. The taller man allowed his blue eyes to scan the room, his eyes landed on a table in the back corner. It was a little farther away from the other tables, more secluded... it was the table he usually sat at in his past years here.

    Ok guys, I know it's not my place, but I think we should chill with the rp responses. There has been 3 pages of rping since the last time spidey responded, and I think its only fair for us not to flood them. I have always assumed that's how proper rp manners, though correct me if im wrong