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kenzblackwood·:

Kenz was taken aback when the woman asked about her alpha. She was determined not to let anyone near Ines if she could help it. She owed that to Silus, to her pack, to herself. The woman’s next sentence caused her to bust out laughing. “You think I’m in the Kattalkis pack. Honey, you have a lot to learn about wolves and our politics. You’d be looking for Keira the owner. She’s not working tonight but I doubt she’d be looking for a non-wolf to help them when they are already so particular about their pack so… good luck with that.”

Defense was the first thing she saw filter across the other’s features. Of course Elena expected this. Wolves were terribly loyal and protective to their alphas. It was simply what protected the pack. They worked together and followed their leader. The laugher was not expected. It seemed she had made a critical mistake. One that thoroughly embarrassed her. Elena Dragovic was not one to make mistakes. She would be sure to punish whoever gave her the wrong information about the identity of Keira Mitchell. “I know a lot more about wolves than you know, honey.” She sneered the words. “I was born a wolf.” For those of the world who knew of their story, some knew the Dragovics had all started off as wolves. “I do believe Zach Kattalakis would be very interested in what I have to offer.”

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victoriaduval·:

“I’d liketo think so. I’m a jewelry maker myself.” Victoria liked timeless and minimal pieces.Sentimental pieces. Chopard, while timeless and minimal, lacked thatsentimental aspect. It was about displaying wealth and status. Such things hadmattered once in Victoria’s human life. She had lived in the gallows anddreamed about the royal court, had worn old rags but dreamed gowns made of silk. But things have changed and today she knew thatglamour only shone on the surface - which didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy it, of course.  “Design is such a personal thing, but Iagree. What’s a stone if not presented in the most flattering of ways? PersonallyI think less is more.”

“Are you now?” That was certainly interesting. Elena did not know if the woman in front of her was a jewelry designer of taste or one of those horrid new age self proclaimed jewelry makers who put bottle caps on hooks and called them earrings. “I shall have to see some of your ware sometime.” Hopefully Elena would not come to regret this. She could not stand the idea with some that any piece of shiny trash could become jewelry. Everything about Elena spoke of the wealth and status she had. Why not show off her power and wealth? “There are some minimalist pieces I enjoy. But, I simply love a show stopper.” Her red lips curled up dangerously. She  certainly did enjoy a show stopper in more ways than her baubles. The beating heart of someone pulled from their chest for starters. 

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valentinexxdebonair·:

Nodding slowly Valentine felt that familiar sick feeling rise in her gut. A feeling of hopelessness and fear. Things were happening in this town, things out of anyones control. Now it was just a matter of time and a matter of getting to know the right people. Quickly that nervous feeling faded away and she replaced it quickly with a smile. She gestured in the direction of the way of the coffee shop and happily walked with the woman. “How long have you been living here? I find it so odd that we haven’t met before.” Valentine said, glancing at the woman in curiosity. 

Elena had mixed emotions for her siblings, but she was quite disappointed in her brother for throwing this tantrum. It would seriously hinder any real plans of getting what they wanted. The goal was to break the curse, not to show off after his ego was bruised. Truly, such a man. Pitiful. Elena had heard much about the Debonairs and wanted to see how this one would fit into the scheme of it all. “I have been here a few months so far. Are you recently arrived or recently returned from a trip?” Elena spoke of the cab she had seen her get out of earlier.

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victoriaduval·:

Flatter awoman to get what you want. It wasn’t a tactic reserved solely for men. A womanliked to hear compliments as much if they came from fellow sisters. That was inVictoria’s experience anyway. “Well,” shemused, “You look like a woman of class to me.” It was only a side fact that Victoria’s choice of drink was a vodkamartini too. “Chopard, huh.” Too much bling. Too much of a statement. The brandwas about the jewelry, not about the woman who wore it. But Victoria thought it was wise to keep theseopinions to herself. “I admire their handiwork,” she said and took a sip of herdrink. The question of how a woman in East End came to such expensive jewelry had answereditself previously: a vampire, Vic was sure. “What do you think of their newcollection? I must say, I’m not particularly fond of their use of color as far as the watches are concerned.”

Elena’s ego was big enough that she certainly enjoyed being flattered. Though, she never put much stock in the pretty words of others. Words were fleeting after all. There was no exception in this instance. “You have a good eye it seems.” Elena smirked. And a sharp wit and tongue. Truly this one before her was a flatterer. “Yes, I quite enjoy their designs.” Or at least the designs the house created for starlets on the red carpet. She only enjoyed the best of the best. “Too many bright colors, I do agree with that.” Elena had seen many a designs over the centuries she had been alive. Some fashion trends she adored while others made her question the human’s sanity. “Precious stones are not to be thrown on jewelry with no other purpose than to be the biggest rock. There has to be a design.” 

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kenzblackwood·:

Kenz was having a slow night so was a bit interested when the women walked up. Kenz didn’t know anyone really. She knew Keira and Silva and the members of her pack but besides that the range of people she spoke to didn’t go beyond conversations over a bar. Kenz nodded at the woman and prepared the drink before sliding it over to her. “What brings you in?” She asked her voice fairly neutral.

It was a common case of misidentification. Elena knew this bar belonged to a wolf named Keira who was in the Kattalakis pack. The description of her had been brunette and pretty - much like the girl who was currently serving her. “I would like a word with your alpha.” She took a sip of the drink. “I hear Zach Kattalkis is looking for power for your pack. I believe he would be interested in speaking to me.” 

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victoriaduval·:

Mannerswere a thing of the past. If the decline of society had anything positive, itwas that Vic no longer felt the need to waste time with pleasantries. “These earringsare beautiful,” she said, althoughshape and size were a little too bold for her taste. She preferred fine, intricateworkings. The woman’s next words might have gone past anyone who didn’t know orwasn’t part of the supernatural world. She was as bold as her earrings were,and a part of Vic appreciated that. Especially if she could take advantage of it. She wasn’t keen on outing herself, however.“I think you can do better with a vodka martini,” Vic recommended. “Where didyou get these,” she asked, diverting the attention back to the woman’s jewelry.

Dangerous red lips curled upwards into a smirk. How kind of her to notice the stunning earrings that decorated Elena’s ears. “Why thank you.” Elena beamed with pride. They should look beautiful. They cost half a million - though it was not as if Elena had paid for them. Elena did enjoy the most expensive things money could buy and her style often spoke of that. Amusement lit up azure orbs. Funny, this one was a funny one. “And why would you think a vodka martini would suit me better?” She did not smell of wolf so that meant there was no risk of becoming sick from her blood. “Chopard.” 

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kenzblackwood·:

Kenz wiped down the bar looking over the customers on this fairly slow night. She didn’t mind her job, she made decent money and Keira wasn’t bad. Right now she was bored. The boredom was never good for her. Her thoughts became hard to control with free time. She was grateful when another person walked up to the bar taking a seat. “How you doin’?” She said with a casual nod. “What can I get you?”

Ah, the mysterious Kattalakis pack. Elena had heard much about the surviving wolves of an outsider pack who came here. Seeking what? A new alpha or perhaps power. She had hoped it was the later. They were small in numbers but she was sure she could find an ally in them to break the hybrid curse. Elena did not recognize the wolf behind the counter but incorrectly assumed she was the wolf named Keira who owned the bar. “A martini please - dry.” Elena smirked. 

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harlcwinters·:

“But I wasn’t….. “Harlow trailed off with a raise of her brow, unsure how she felt about this woman. While she was beautiful, there was something that wasn’t too alluring when someone admitted to know they were gorgeous enough to have people stare at her. “Sit?” she echoed before pulling the chair back and following the orders. “I’m sitting.”

Elena waved off her feeble protests while she called over the server with her other hand. “I will have another round.” Azure eyes locked on her new companion. “Order what you will. This round will be on me.” Red lips curled up into a dangerous smirk. “Tell me, what is your name?” She had not seen this particular face around East End before and she wanted to know who they were. Would they serve her goal, or would they only hinder things?

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patience-price·:

Elena, who had saved Patience in more ways than one, had been her companion for years, centuries on and off, and she always viewed herself as blessed. Wrapping her arms around her maker, Patience squeezed tight. “I’ve missed you so much! You always know the perfect time to make an entrance.” Pulling back, she assessed Elena’s clothing. “You look beautiful, as always, but you really should let me pick out all your clothing. You look far too mortal in that dress. You’re far too ethereal to hide your light under a bushel.” Tucking her arm through Elena’s, Patience fell into pace next to the other woman. “Tell me everything! What have you been up to?” Her irritation forgotten, she was eager to hear everything, and even return to her usual role of being Elena’s helpmeet/lady’s maid. She’d taken care of her maker’s needs for so long, it didn’t even really feel like work anymore.

Elena had never sought out Patience to turn her. Yet, she had become one of her most trusted proteges and she still was grateful for discovering her and turning the young woman. It was an honor to be turned by an Original vampire and Elena had been in a dark place when she had discovered Patience. Her humanity had recently been turned off after the death of her husband, yet the sight of Patience blood and near death because of her own mortal husband had woken something in her. She changed Patience and brought her to seek revenge on the man who had harmed her. After that, they traveled together. She hadn’t seen her for a few years though and the sight of her was a welcomed one. How she had missed her favorite child. Elena smirked and laughed softly. “My, my, dear Patience you have not changed one bit. Yes, I suppose I should show them just how immortal I am. Yet, it is not hard to do in this quaint little town. Perhaps I have become lazy. It is a good thing you are here.” She smirked and assessed her own child before walking with her arm in arm. “I am here to break this curse. Lukios tells me that the ingredients to break it are here. Yet, he has decided to throw a tantrum and work on his own. I suppose I shall have to do some plan of my own?” 

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My hands are full of ash. I burn down everything I touch.

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valentinexxdebonair·:

Valentine returned her soft laugh with a small giggle of her own. Scrunching her nose up as she giggled. “Oh yes I’m quite alright. Don’t worry about it too much. Mine too, the town has been in such a disarray lately.” She hummed, slipping her hands into her jean pockets. “I think everyone’s a little distracted as of late.” Valentine said softly. Giving the blonde before her a sweet smile she nodded. “Elena. That’s pretty. Honestly the pleasure’s all mine.” She assured. Chewing her lip a thought occurred to her and she smiled again. “If you aren’t doing anything I was on my way to get coffee. Did you want to join me?” Aside from her smell Elena seemed like a kind person to Valentine. The wolf enjoyed making friends, and allies, especially when your rival pack lives just down the block. Allies are essential. Vampire allies no less, while rivals by instinct, having one on your side to almost guarantee a victory. 

If Elena did not already know her last name, she would not have thought her to be a Debonair. How different she was from the rest of the clan of wolves. Perhaps she was the black sheep of the family. “Yes, it has been such a horrific sight. I feel like I am in a movie.” Elena kept up her act of this being a lot to take on. Instead, it was her own dear brother who was off on his own throwing a tantrum. There had to be other ways to get the result she wanted. “Yes, I agree. We all seem to be in a haze.” Red lips curled upwards. “Why thank you.” What a sweet little wolf. The invite however was such a delightful surprise! She was willingly inviting her to spend more time with her. And she had not even had to manipulate her that much! How wonderful! “I would very much enjoy that.” Elena was honest with that sentiment. Maybe this Debonair would prove to be very useful. 

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harlcwinters·:

“No,” Harlow said with a nod of her head, at both the fact that she was staring — in an attempt to deny it and at the next question of being the woman’s next drink. “I wasn’t staring at you,” she continued with a flush of her cheeks. “But I got lost in my own mind and I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

“What a shame - it truly is a rude thing to do. Though, I do not entirely fault you for staring.” Elena smirked. She knew she had a certain aura to her that caused many to stare. She did come off as powerful. “No? What do you call it when you had your gaze locked on me?” She enjoyed the look of the flush on those pristine cheeks. It spoke volumes of the blood under the surface. “Sit.” She nodded to the chair across from her. 

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“Did your mother never teach you that it is impolite to stare?” Elena had noticed them staring for quite some time now. Things with her brother now had grown strained as he had concocted his own plan without telling her such. And one thing Elena hated was to not be informed. “You may join me, but you may just become my next drink.” Painted red lips curled up into a smirk. 

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patience-price·:

Flower arranging might be considered mundane, the act of putting a few flowers with some greenery into a vase in a vaguely pleasing manner, but Patience insisted on bringing a level of competency to it that was perhaps not really desired, but she felt it was required. Flowers had a language, and she ensured that, even if others didn’t know what the bouquet meant, it wasn’t saying the wrong thing. Floriography was a dying art. She’d typed up a small dictionary that clients could purchase and give to their friends to send messages between each other, if they so wanted to. It had been very popular during the Victorian period, back when people still sent flowers. Her current client was insisting that orange lilies were appropriate, despite Patience carefully pointing out that this meant hatred and loathing. People were really quite dense sometimes. Giving up, she jammed the violent lilies into a vase and added begonias for warnings and geranium buds for stupidity and thrust the insulting bouquet away before stomping out of The Black Orchid, barely avoiding someone, who she berated as if they’d already been in conversation. “Is it too much to ask that people listen when you speak? I understand it’s too much to ask for intelligence or humility, but surely they’d all be dead by now if they never learned to listen?”

Elena adored the few select she had chosen to turn into vampires. Since she was an original vampire, she felt that after she learned just how elite she was that her choices had to be as well. In the beginning it was more the lucky few who she hadn’t managed to kill she turned. After all, they needed a number to their species. But in time, she came to only turn the select few who she deemed worthy of becoming a vampire. Especially those lucky enough to be deemed worthy of being turned by an Original. It was a high honor indeed. When she heard her child was in town, Elena made sure to pay her a visit. It had been a few years and she had dearly missed Patience. It would do her well to have an ally in this city who would be dearly loyal to her. Elena’s painted lips curled into a smirk as her child came coursing out of her beloved flower shop in such a terrible huff. “They are merely alive the same way rabbits and roaches are alive. They endure and they procreate at such a fast rate.” A rare warmth spread through her. “Hello, my dear Patience.” 

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valentinexxdebonair·:

The woman seemed to have come out of nowhere but Valentine was more worried about her well being than to think about that for too long. She offered a weak and sheepish smile. “Yeah I guess not.” She chuckled shaking her head. She pushed some of her pin straight locks behind her ear as she did a final once over of the woman. She was taking her in and was almost taken aback by the woman’s smell. A vampire no doubt, Valentine had to fight the urge to scrunch up her face. “O-oh I’m alright by the way. I hope you’re okay too? That was so silly of me to just run into you like that.” She huffed shaking her head. The wolf’s brows came together as she tilted her head to the side looking the woman over. “I don’t believe we’ve met before?” Valentine asked, more to herself than the woman. “My name’s Valentine. And you are…?”

Elena knew it was such a worthless task to try and hide her own species from the young Debonair. She smelled of a vampire. Yet, this was about pulling the wool over her eyes and toying with the Debonair child until she eventually found out who Elena truly was. Oh, how she loved to toy with others! It was such a rush. “I am fine. Nothing is bruised but my ego.” Elena laughed softly. Azure orbs flashed for a moment. “Are you alright? I apologize for being so air-headed. My thoughts seem to be elsewhere.” No, they certainly did not have the pleasure to cross paths before. But, Elena knew who Valentine Debonair was. She fully did not believe in entering into any situation without knowledge of every player. “Pleasure to meet you, Valentine. My name is Elena.” They were sticking to purely a first name basis it seemed. All the more fun.