Lose Yourself {O}

[Iris L. Noir]

Iris

The second she entered the club she transformed, shedding her Beta skin and wearing a new shinier pelt; the fur of a party girl out for some fun. Her smile was dazzling as she stepped inside; hips swaying and arms lifting into the air. She almost has to suppress the urge to howl, her excitement and satisfaction so great. There was no place like the club to lose yourself and your stresses of the day. To prove her point she shimmied happily before languidly making her way to the bar that graced the club.

So many choices, she thought as her gorgeous eyes roamed over the bottles and glasses; some colored brightly while others were colored darker, almost boringly compared to some of the more vibrant hues. She licked her glossy lips before motioning the bar tender over. He was an ok looking guy; not really her type though…oh well there were plenty of rabbits in the woods. She gave the man a glorious smile that lit up her face and transformed her into a beautiful puppy.

“Can you get me a Virgin Daiquiris, please?” she questioned, giving a pretty bat of her long lashes. She waited for her non alcoholic drink patiently, eyes scanning the crowd in the club. They were the usual bunch; single men and women all looking for a good time and maybe even a chance for a one-nighter. Not very interesting to her, but, she was different from them. A sigh escaped her lips at the thought.

Just then her drink arrived, and after paying for it and giving a wink to the bartender, she sashayed away from the prismatic bar and into the crowd, gracefully swaying and moving until she had made it to the far side of the club. A lone table was set in the corner; small candle on its top and lit with a dull red light. Iris set her drink down and seated herself, watching the crowd move and sway to the beat of the music. Maybe she would join them later and lose herself in the pounding rhythm of the club, but for now she would only watch and muse, wait for something to lure her onto the dance floor.

[Bastian Lyle Cross]

Sei'rik

Sei had not been among other humans in such a long time, she had almost forgotten what it was like. The lycans more often than not showed their bestial sides, using their emotional fury to intimidate those around them. Direct and admirable in its own way. The vampires on the other hand had a kind of cool detachment that was slightly creepy, though their refinement and eloquence were something to admire. They took a logical view of things, always thinking it out. Both were charming despite their own shortcomings, but humanity was just... well, infuriating really. Most of them showed little regard for others, caring about their own well being more than anything. And though that was enough of a crime, they even showed disregard for their own lives. They put themselves before others, but then went ahead and did so much to destroy their own bodies and lives. Alcohol, drugs, general stupidity, sometimes her own race baffled her.

She slipped into the club, a well practiced scowl on her face. In truth she was not angry at all, but it kept others from talking to her. The disfiguring scars marring her face helped as well, as did her unusual bulk and muscle tone for a woman. She received a lot of odd looks from the younger crowd in the club, unused to seeing an older and rough looking woman in such a social setting. It was why she had picked this form after all. She was here to ease her way back into human interaction after so long as a envoy among the other races. The club may not be the most gradual way to ease herself back in, but it did remind her of what to expect. The respect and consideration that vampires and lycans gave her was lacking here, and to everyone else she was just another woman. It was almost refreshing to be held in such low regard after being treated with a kind of reverence that she hardly deserved. But since both races wanted to keep relative peace with humanity they tended to treat its envoys with respect, even if they were just lowly shaman.

Walking into a back corner she glanced around, the hood of her sweatshirt still up to obscure her face. With a slight smile her whole form shifted, losing bulk and height. The scars vanished, leaving unblemished and beautiful skin. Brown eyes shifted to a stunning blue, full lips curling up as she turned back to the dance floor. Formerly graying hair was now a lovely brown, falling to her shoulders. While smile she made sure her breasts were perky, hips round and legs shapely. She may not be after attention or romance tonight, but that did not mean she didn't want to have a little fun. With any luck she might actually find some interesting conversation, though she was not going to get her hopes up. Pulling her hoodie back down she took it off, revealing the loose top with a slightly drooping neckline. Her jeans were skin tight and showed off her figure nicely. She liked to look good when she went out.

[Iris L. Noir]

Iris idly played with the little straw in her drink; almost giggling at how cute it was. Little things were always adorable; like little colored pencils and paper clips, she had recently seen some that were the size of her thumbnail! It was amazing was humans could come up with; though a lot of things they invented could also make you sick to your stomach. She rolled her eyes at the thought, catching something in her peripheral vision.

Another human. Whoop. Iris had started to turn away when she saw another flickering in her peripheral view. Damn, what was wrong with her? She narrowed her pretty green eyes and glared at the human; jumping slightly when she realized it wasn’t the same person. She quickly scanned the club; looking for the slightly burly woman she had seen before, but she wasn’t anywhere in sight. Interesting.

With a fluid motion Iris was on her feet and gracefully walking towards the pixie looking woman that now occupied the space that had held the heavily built woman from before. She had a feeling something strange was up; but it didn’t really bother her. For god’s sake she was a Werewolf, there wasn’t much supernaturally that surprised her anymore.

As she walked the distance to the other woman she smiled brilliantly and allowed her hips a light sway. She knew she looked good tonight; dressed in a black mini and feather soft dark green sheer halter top, legs looking gorgeous in a pair of leather knee high boots.. Her hair was a shimmering mixture of blond, black, and dark brown; cascading down her back and hanging at her middle shoulder.

As she reached the elf looking woman her light green eyes flashed. She stopped a few feet away; pretending to be unsure of herself. “Hiya, I haven’t seen you around here before” she said, voice smooth like a well played song. She shifted feet and looked closer at Pixie (that was her name Iris decreed to herself).