(Open) A Million Moons

The new Beta female and Alphess had taken a cab with the help of Noctavia's spare cash, stopping once for food to fill their stomachs and another at the woman's apartment to collect her possessions she has left. Once she had everything packed and readied, the taxi was back in motion, only a few minutes later they stopped in the driveway of an enormas, luxurious hotel Noctavia called home. The bellhop opened the Alphess's door first, allowing both of the two ladies out and then shutting the taxi cab's yellow chipping door behind them followed by a screech of back tires. Ugh, worthless low-lifes. Noctavia made a noise in disgust, rolling her eyes.

Walking inside Noctavia sighed, then shaking her head as she looked to Arielle. "Last stop of the night, wait next to the elevator, I'll go get your key." She pointed towards the metal doors, and turned, walking to the front desk, requesting a key on the floor level below hers. The woman simply smiled at Noctavia but the Alphess was in no mood to talk nor return the smile, she just wanted to sleep. She left, handing the card over to Arielle. "Here you go, I'll take you to your room, it's across the hall from the Beta male, so it won't be such a hassle to find it." The elevator dinged, both women stepping inside and being lifted skywards, slowly coming to a stop only a few moments later. Noctavia grabbed one of the female shifter's luggages, haling it out of the elevator and into the long, dark grey carpeted hallway. She bobbed her head to a door down the hall. "Third door on the right, goodnight Arielle and El. Welcome to the pack." Noctavia winked and disappeared back into the elevator to her lair where she could sleep soundly, not worrying about anything now that both Beta positions were in good-hands.

"Riana, I apologize greatly, but something has come up. I left the purse you inquired for earlier today beneath your bed along with some other trinkets I found at the store. If you see me around, go ahead and talk to me, but please don't ask of why I left. You know I do everything with reason, do not worry for me, kay?" The note lie upon their kitchen counter, her fingers hesitantly leaving it there for her dear roommate to see when she returned home. Letting out a rugged sigh, Arielle wheeled the suitcase out, El cackling at their sudden situation as she retreated from her apartment. The taxi was stuffy, making Arielle feel claustrophobic to say the least. As they left its crowded interior, Arielle whistled approvingly at the hotel.

Taking orders tiredly, Arielle left Noctavia to get a key as she rolled to the elevator. God, this place reeks of werewolves. El cackled hauntingly in response, I love it. Soon the Alphess returned and the duo entered another cramped interior, the metal box carrying them higher and higher. "Nice place, Noctavia," Her own hand pulled another rolling suitcase of luggage, following the Alphess solemnly. Finally they came to a stop, the woman giving her faint directions before turning to leave, both wolves clicked their tongues in union, replying teasingly, "Night, Tavi." As Noctavia disappeared in the elevator, Arielle continued to find her room, heels carrying her down the hall.

As he moved about the Rapture, he bumped into a lot of drunken fools. As he walked out of the club, he knew he was too done to drive his car and he would be back for it tomorrow. Looking around the area, a scent came to his nose. It was the girl from before, Arielle. He followed her scent from the bar to the alley. It seemed she had been there a while and then met by the new Alphess. They then disappeared into a cab or other vehicle together. He started to walk down the street, sniffing as he moved along. As he got closer to their destination, he could smell other werewolves in the area. They smelled of alphess Noctavia, and must have been the lands the pack controlled.


Standing outside the doors to the place he would soon be living, he looked up to the very top, the roof and then all the way to the ground level. it was very tall and elegant, much like the Alphess he had met earlier. He opened the door and walked inside. Once he stepped in, a wave of scents attacked his nose. Speaking to his wolf, he forced him to focus on the scent of the female from previous in the night. Doing as he was told, the wolf led him to the elevator and even discovering the correct floor she was on. As the metal doors opened, he saw her, walking down the hallway. "Perfect timing," he said silently to himself. Walking out of the elevator, he made his way towards the female. "Excuse me miss, I seem to have misplaced your phone number, and also, I have found myself to be extremely bored. Might i bother you for some company?" He made his way to her side, walking besides her, looking over that gorgeous body in much better lighting now.

She swore she'd only taken about ten steps, hardly even reaching half way down the hall, before his voice arose. And soon, rather quickly she should say, the werewolf appeared at her side, displaying a bright expression. Just what drug was he on; and where could she get some it? Laughing, the feminine sound echoing throughout the hall, Arielle nodded, her suitcase pulled to a stop, "But bien sur, monsieur." Arielle did not waste any time, the grin displayed all too knowing of what fun would entrance them later. Delicately, her hand fell upon his arm as she continued, accent lightly French from the familiar, previous speaking, "Besides, you owe me a drink yes? I am beyond fortunate that we've met again."

So this guy had been accepted into Eternal Darkness as well? Although, most likely, his was by choice. As Arielle's eyes wandered about his body, form the attire, to wondering what was beneath, and daring to day dream even before he replied, Arielle realized she had yet to know his name. "My mind is failing me, it seems...I'm Arielle, if I hadn't told you before. And I'm certain I didn't catch your name back at that place, you have a name, bel homme?"

Eyes lit up as she replied to him, looking over her body beside the wall. She was beautiful still, even after the rage of Rapture had forced her to become tired. She looked well, beautiful, and make up was still pristine. But that could be changed within moments. The connection he felt with her at the Rapture was strong, sending pulses through his cavern, trapping the beast within. But even as he remembered their night previously, his mind forced images of the girl he had barely left, Anastasia. Thoughts of her rushed through his skull, filling it with her voice, scent and those eyes. But before Damian stood the very female he had wished to take home with him, the one he desired very much, to have some unadulterated fun. Eying the key in her hand, he moved to her and replied, "I do owe you a drink milady, and I am a man of my word. Let us step inside, get comfortable, and I shall make you a drink myself." Grabbing the key from her hand and returning his hand to hers, he opened the door and then pulled her inside the room. "My name is Damian. Arielle is a beautiful name. It suits you perfectly."

The boy had his charms and he knew how to use them to his advantage. He had played the game for years, chasing the mouse and cornering it to his devices. But she would be different. She was a werewolf after all. Arielle, the beauty with the rocking body, was no mere mortal. His charms had hypnotized the feeble minded humans, but he knew she was witty. Once they were inside, the door closed behind them, locking it into place. He moved about the room, a rather nice place to live. If these were the homes of the pack, he considered leaving his own place and coming here. He walked to the kitchen where he saw a bar. His eyes lit up, thinking of the different drinks he could give to her. Mixing her a fruity melody concoction, he poured it into a glass and brought it to her, holding one for himself as well.  "Cheers to the night and the fun which lies ahead."