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Post by Reena Dahlia Gray on Mar 6, 2012 16:30:24 GMT -5
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Reena normally didn't come to Blue Bloods because they let just about anyone in, including annoying shifters. No, Reena normally went to The Howler where they only let the good kind in, which means, they don't allow shifters in. Of course, Reena let her best friend talk her into going to the stupid club, which of course she ditched Reena the moment she found a handsome college werewolf to go home with for the night. 'Well, payback is a bitch, and I'm the head bitch... revenge will be sweet.' Reena thought to herself with a very large smirk before taking a large sip of her drink, which she didn't even remember what it was anymore.
Sighing, Reena caught the eyes of a few boys staring at her. Three wolves and one vampire. Smiling flirtatiously at them, Reena finished her drink and moved to the dance floor. She enjoyed a good fling now and again, but she just wasn't in the mood at the moment. Sure, if one of the guys had enough guts to come up to her and actually talk to her she might give them a chance, but most of the time she tended to intimidate the weak ones, not that she wanted them anyway. She was going to be head bitch one day and she could not have a weak man by her side. It just wasn't possible, not when you have to lead a pack of werewolves. Reena knew she came off cold and uncaring, but when it came to her pack she acted like a fierce mother protecting her children.
Looking around the cramped space, Reena noticed a few shifters and immediately snarled. Moving as far away from them as she could, Reena backed up into someone. Cursing loudly as she turned around to see who it was only to realize it was just one of her pack members. Nodding an acknowledgment, Reena moved on, not happy that she had tripped into someone, but happy that it was at least one of her pack and not a scrummy shifter. Grabbing a shot, Reena threw it back and let the burning liquid drain down her throat.
Bouncing to the beat of the the music, Reena let a random werewolf take her to the dance floor and started to dance. Not even five minutes in, Reena once again felt someone bump into her. Turning around, Reena saw it was a shifter and immediately turned feral. "Watch where you're going!" She screamed over the music, eyes flashing the gold color of her wolf form. Normally, Reena couldn't hold her temper with anyone except her pack, though she did try when in public. Of course, when a shifter is the one she is butting heads with, all thought goes out the window and she's out for blood. Literally and figuratively.
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Post by Tristan Cathal O'Brien on Mar 17, 2012 11:38:49 GMT -5
Tristan had been debating for over half an hour on what he should spend his night doing. He often had difficulty deciding what would be the best way to spend his time since there were so many things he either wanted to do or had to do. He could do his homework, he could watch some TV, he could read a book, there were too many choices. He had just decided to check the history channel for anything interesting when a flyer was put under his door. He picked it up and turned it over to see that a local club was advertising cheap drinks.
Why not? I could use a drink Tristan thought with a shrug as he picked up his wallet and checked to see if he had any cash left. Of course I have money, I never go out he reminded himself when he realized all he’d bought so far that week was food and drink. Tristan had never struggled financially because he rarely had nights out and didn’t hang out with friends. He didn’t really have any to hang out with even if he did want to. I guess being a loner has its advantages he thought as he left for the club.
When he got there he realized a problem straight away. Things felt very tense to him and when a fellow shifter bumped him on the way out he got a flash of his desire. It involved a rather bulky looking werewolf and a fight outside. Tristan just shook his head rather than try to get involved. He knew after many painful lessons that no good ever came from him acting based on his gift. It was better to pretend he didn’t have it so rather than help his fellow shifter or try to stop the fight he went to the bar and ordered a drink.
He wasn’t sure what he ordered but he knew that it burned his throat as he drank it and after a few more he was out on the dance floor without realizing how he got there. Oh boy this won’t go well he thought as he saw a mass of people moving in his direction. So many people were crowded into too small a space and Tristan’s power was going haywire. He got glimpses of an older woman fantasising about her younger dance partner. He saw a young student picturing himself acing his final exams, it was becoming hard to even tell what desire was who’s.
He then felt someone else bump into him and the scent identified her as a problem. He tried to ignore the image of her desired future pass in front of him before he responded to her anger. ”Hey you bumped into me. I just came for a few drinks. Go back to your dancing” he told her as he tried to move past her. Unfortunately a few shifters and wolves were now glaring at each other from across the floor making movement impossible.
Sighing he leaned back against the wall and watched the posturing with some amusement. Although he wasn’t happy to see the wolves there he hadn’t planned on letting them ruin his night. ”You need to tell your friends to calm down.” he remarked casually. He had studies the psychology of gang warfare and had an odd fascination with the wolf-shifter feud. He didn’t know how it started and he doubted anyone did anymore but he knew it wasn’t going to end without bloodshed. He just hoped his side came out on top.
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Post by Reena Dahlia Gray on May 23, 2012 9:25:27 GMT -5
we're running this town• • • JUST LIKE A CLUBWORDS [/color] 409 TAGGED[/color] triss OUTFIT[/color] here NOTES[/color] And the Treenaness begins again!
Glaring at him, Reena tried to keep her calm but it was proven hard seeing as she already had a few drinks in her and she was never in the mood to speak to a shifter, let alone one who was accusing her of bumping into him when it was he who bumped into her. "Okay, listen here bud. First you bumped into me, I was just minding my own business and dancing. You bumped into me. Not the other way around." Reena would pride herself on not completely losing her temper. If she had, well, she'd be in quite a bit of trouble
Her eyes flashed once again to the gold of her wolf form, a cold and hateful look filled her eyes. No one told her how to run her pack. "Why don't you tell yours to back off. My pack doesn't back down, especially not from some worthless little shifters." And there it went. Reena couldn't care anymore if she got in trouble with her Godfather Gabriel and Alpha of her pack. She was future Alpha bitch and she wasn't going to let anyone scruffy and annoying shifter tell her how to run her pack.
One of Reena's werewolves came behind her. "Reen, Gabriel won't like this. Come on, he's not worth our time. Just let the trash go."
Turning her glare onto the wolf, Reena growled. "Back down Archer. I'm the next in line for alpha. Gabriel picked me, not you so back down." She told him harshly.
Archer bared his neck in submission and backed down making Reena nod her head. With her pack, respect was everything. If someone didn't respect the alpha it caused question and questions towards the alpha caused rebellion. Reena would not have anyone question her. She was someone most respected whether she forced them to or they just did because she had the will and attitude to be the alpha bitch. "Thank you." Turning back to Tristan, Reena crossed her arms over her chest and kept her head high, eyes staring straight at him. Of course her height wasn't very tall, she was on five foot three inches but Tristan couldn't be more than two inches taller than her. Her glare tended to make more than a few people quiver in their pants. Even big burly men were scared when she was angry towards them. "So, are you going to apologize to me for bumping into me or what?"
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Post by Tristan Cathal O'Brien on May 23, 2012 13:33:34 GMT -5
Tristan sighed heavily. He could tell that he had somehow offended the wolf-girl in front of him and this wasn’t going to end well for him. He hadn’t intended on starting a fight but now it seemed inevitable that something was going to happen. Such a shame that no shifter would try and defend me he thought to himself. His power had left him extremely isolated from even his own species. If a fight starts I’ll be ripped apart, better leave it he thought to himself. ”Fine I apologise for you bumping into me, better?” he told her but as he turned to leave there was a crowd of people still dancing behind him.
A young woman bumped into him and his eyes glazed over for a moment as he saw her lifelong desire to marry a rich movie star flash through his head. ”It’s not going to happen” he mumbled to himself as he shook his head. He had long realized that younger people, especially young women, often had the most unrealistic desires. ”Well obviously you are keen to show off in front of your friends and my reputation can’t get lower so let’s just say you win.” He told her. He had stopped caring about his reputation and yet she seemed so determined to show her dominance that she intrigued him, psychologically at least.
”Look what will it take for me to leave here without your pack trying to eat me alive?” he asked her exasperatedly. He was preparing in the back of his mind to change into a dog and sneak out the back if necessary. He’d probably go up to a group of drunk women and get a bit of attention before heading back to his room. It was a rather sad thing to do but Tristan knew that the best chance he had of getting a little human affection was when he was a dog.
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Post by Reena Dahlia Gray on Jun 5, 2012 16:24:00 GMT -5
we're running this town• • • JUST LIKE A CLUBWORDS [/color] 397 TAGGED[/color] triss OUTFIT[/color] here NOTES[/color] Yay I posted! <3 Treena <3
Reena could only glare harder at the boy but for once found herself quiet and unable to speak. 'The nerve of this guy! Doesn't he know who he's talking to?' Seething silently, Reena took a deep breath and almost started to growl. "I did not bump into you. It's the other way around. Of course, a simpleton like you wouldn't be able to comprehend even a simple thing like understanding that you bumped into someone or someone bumped into you." Knowing that there were a ton of people still dancing behind him, Reena couldn't help but know that the shifter wasn't going anywhere. Especially not until he properly apologized. Reena would not apologize, especially not when it wasn't even her fault in the first place.
Giving a sound of disgust, Reena couldn't help but shake her head. "I don't have to show off in front of my friends. They all know who's in charge and they all know how things are supposed to go." Dominance was a thing that pack was big on. No one dominated Reena other than her alpha. He was the only one above her in the pack. "You obviously don't know anything about wolf packs. Maybe if you actually paid attention in class you'd know. Maybe you'd even know about the fact that you're not supposed to piss off a wolf." Reena was easy to piss off and this boy had obviously done it. She held the wolf inside her at a high respect. She trusted her wolf more than anything or anyone. It was all about survival and that was all Reena needed.
Smirking, Reena couldn't help but laugh. "My pack wouldn't eat you. Too fat and shifter tastes nasty." She said and poked the boy in the stomach, though being careful to use her power to null any power that he might have in case he could burn her on contact or anything of the such. "Besides you're ugly so that would just make you taste even nastier. Now, beating you to a pulp and leaving you there for the dogs to eat, now that is something we would do."
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