"We're here." As the lasting roar of the yellow and black taxi’s tires rolled to a meaningless stop against the side of a road, on the other side of the back window, the Alphess could not only see her reflection staring soullessly into her eyes, but also a long ago memorable place she would never forget visiting. Daiken, her Delta sat comfortably at her other side as she peered out the window, solemnly reminding herself that this was the neutralized grounds of the packs that lived amongst the New York state. Fog eased its way upon the glass just near of where her mouth and nose hovered as she breathed in a warm, cigarette scented puff of air. The taxi reeked of what she wished not to know, so the simplicity of the fact that they had finally arrived to their destination made her somewhat pleased, and less irritated with the man that drove them. His accent was rather strong, but still comprehensible to her, though she couldn’t promise too much for Daiken. Understanding the man, Noctavia nodded once with a blank gaze, handing him to whatever money was needed and slipping on her purse closely at her side. She gripped her fingers slightly around its handle, as she knew that in a place like this, there was no telling as to what would happen, nor the strangers that could be lurking. There were werelings, easily told through her sense of smell, so she kept up a heavy guard and lifted her chin high to prove her greater dominance over them all. She was filled with many years on her shoulders and strength behind it most importantly. They knew here in this sense, so in the case if they ever tried to do anything, they would not last very long to live the rest of their days of happiness. If she were correct, some where of range around the time Gabriel and her had met long ago, so it would not surprise her if they knew her name as well. They had banned her from here before, but she was now able to return as it has been past its deadline.
Taking it into stride, she stepped out of the vehicle and waited for Daiken to follow up at her side, watching and patiently taking to key as to how protective he was as towards his devotion upon his rank. She was glad to see that so far the Delta had made efforts of making her night worth while asides from spending it locked away with stacks of paperwork. As she looked to him, a short smile curled at her lips before meeting him half-way to securely wrap her arm around his, placing a neat, gentle yet firm hand over his forearm as the other stayed over his bicep. She felt safe with how near he was, and the chills that ran down her spine from the cold had finally deceased knowing that his heat mixed with hers was applied. With two fingers, she waved off a lazy salute to the taxi driver to which caused him to nod back and revere away back down the road in the direction of the nearest airport, she guessed. She watched as one plane had recently taken off into the sky, gliding upon the wind pattern’s strength to dolphin dive up into the air upon to its rightful land to where it might descend again. She hadn’t flown in a while, though there really wasn’t a reason for her too, nonetheless, there could always come a time where the pack and her could take a vacation. ...Traveling sounds satisfying now-a-days... we all should just leave while we still can before the humans get stupider... Noctavia rolled her eyes at the voices’ words, shaking her head slightly before taking Daiken, arm in arm up passed the driveway of the bar and to its entrance. Men of all sizes, and a rare bit of women stood in broad groups outside the bar building’s corners, watching with a skillful eye as the Alphess neared closer. One large man smirked, but she didn’t bother looking to identify the man to see if she knew him from before. There was no time to spend socializing with ungrateful sleazes. She had more important things to do, and that was to use her time to waste away with the Delta she found herself quite fond over the past few weeks. Some eyes peered over onto her as she walked on through the double wooden doors of the entrance, lightly molding into a sinister grin as her eyes looked around the room. The looks on their faces were priceless.
Working her way over to the bar, she glanced slightly off towards the side of her vision to the corner of where Gabriel, his friend and her first sat. Only the poker table was no longer there, but to be replaced with a stage for entertainment instead. A lonesome set of musical instruments sat in that there corner, just wasting away its moments without being played as it sat collecting dust with each hour of its life. Such a painful way of looking at it, she thought, such a piece of art was not acceptable to just leave around, but she said nothing about it, nor did she ever want to, as they wouldn't care. If anything, they'd just laugh and cause her to be irritated, and they all know what happened last time when that happened, "The place has sure as Hell changed... Look any familiar?" Using her words of mind to reach into Daiken's, Noctavia took a comfortable seat up next to the end of the long bar. Within the wood held marks, scars to which held a story behind them, and even some she noticed of what she had managed to make on her own in the times she would come here before. Her fingertips traced over the scuffs slowly, then lifting her head as she looked to the bartender with a knowing gaze as she spoke to his mind for what she wished to drink. When he had plopped the glass of a whiskey and coke down at her hand, she glared back at him, but made no efforts in putting up a fight as already some people were beginning to leave. She rolled her eyes, however it was their choice to believe who was the evil one here, not her. She didn't care.
Taking it into stride, she stepped out of the vehicle and waited for Daiken to follow up at her side, watching and patiently taking to key as to how protective he was as towards his devotion upon his rank. She was glad to see that so far the Delta had made efforts of making her night worth while asides from spending it locked away with stacks of paperwork. As she looked to him, a short smile curled at her lips before meeting him half-way to securely wrap her arm around his, placing a neat, gentle yet firm hand over his forearm as the other stayed over his bicep. She felt safe with how near he was, and the chills that ran down her spine from the cold had finally deceased knowing that his heat mixed with hers was applied. With two fingers, she waved off a lazy salute to the taxi driver to which caused him to nod back and revere away back down the road in the direction of the nearest airport, she guessed. She watched as one plane had recently taken off into the sky, gliding upon the wind pattern’s strength to dolphin dive up into the air upon to its rightful land to where it might descend again. She hadn’t flown in a while, though there really wasn’t a reason for her too, nonetheless, there could always come a time where the pack and her could take a vacation. ...Traveling sounds satisfying now-a-days... we all should just leave while we still can before the humans get stupider... Noctavia rolled her eyes at the voices’ words, shaking her head slightly before taking Daiken, arm in arm up passed the driveway of the bar and to its entrance. Men of all sizes, and a rare bit of women stood in broad groups outside the bar building’s corners, watching with a skillful eye as the Alphess neared closer. One large man smirked, but she didn’t bother looking to identify the man to see if she knew him from before. There was no time to spend socializing with ungrateful sleazes. She had more important things to do, and that was to use her time to waste away with the Delta she found herself quite fond over the past few weeks. Some eyes peered over onto her as she walked on through the double wooden doors of the entrance, lightly molding into a sinister grin as her eyes looked around the room. The looks on their faces were priceless.
Working her way over to the bar, she glanced slightly off towards the side of her vision to the corner of where Gabriel, his friend and her first sat. Only the poker table was no longer there, but to be replaced with a stage for entertainment instead. A lonesome set of musical instruments sat in that there corner, just wasting away its moments without being played as it sat collecting dust with each hour of its life. Such a painful way of looking at it, she thought, such a piece of art was not acceptable to just leave around, but she said nothing about it, nor did she ever want to, as they wouldn't care. If anything, they'd just laugh and cause her to be irritated, and they all know what happened last time when that happened, "The place has sure as Hell changed... Look any familiar?" Using her words of mind to reach into Daiken's, Noctavia took a comfortable seat up next to the end of the long bar. Within the wood held marks, scars to which held a story behind them, and even some she noticed of what she had managed to make on her own in the times she would come here before. Her fingertips traced over the scuffs slowly, then lifting her head as she looked to the bartender with a knowing gaze as she spoke to his mind for what she wished to drink. When he had plopped the glass of a whiskey and coke down at her hand, she glared back at him, but made no efforts in putting up a fight as already some people were beginning to leave. She rolled her eyes, however it was their choice to believe who was the evil one here, not her. She didn't care.
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