#Outside The Wolf's Den (OOC Posts)

[the-project-of-chaos]

NEW MANAGEMENT.

HELLO THERE MUTTS, SO NICE TO ALWAYS TALK TO YOU... HM? WHAT’S THAT? WHO AM I? WHY. IM THE ONE WHO HELPED LITTLE BETH HERE MAKE THIS ACCOUNT.. NOW I’LL ADMIT. AT FIRST GLANCE. THIS MIGHT BE ODD. AND CONFUSING, BUT THE GIST OF IT IS THIS. SHE ATTEMPTED TO DO ANOTHER GAME. ONE BY MY OWN CHOSING, IT WAS MEANT AS A TEST RUN, SEEING HOW SHE DID S O WELL IN MY ORIGINAL GAMES. UNTIL... DUE TO SOME... DISCUSSING WITH. PEOPLE THAT I AM WELL AWARE OF THAT EXIST. SHE HAS SINCE BEEN BROUGHT BACK. TO MY WORLD. CALL IT AN FAVOUR. I AM IN CONTROL OF HER ACCOUNT NOW. IM SURE SHE WON’T MIND. MUCH. EITHER WAY. SHE DOESN’T USE IT ANYWAYS. BUT WHO KNOWS, SHE MIGHT COME BACK. MIGHT. WITH THAT OUT OF THE WAY, IM SURE YOU ALL ARE BEGGING TO LEARN WHO I AM. I GO BY MANY NAMES DEAR MUTTS. MANY MANY TITLES. MANY ORIGINS. MANY FORMS. BUT YOU ALL MAY REFER TO ME SIMPLY AS. THE GOD OF CHAOS. RATIOSU. OR. MORE COMMONLY REFERRED TO AS, LATIOS. DO NOT ASK WHY I CHOSE THAT NAME. I JUST FANCY IT. BESIDES. MY TRUE NAME IS IN A LONG DEAD LANGUAGE, AND CANNOT BUT TRANSLATED BY YOUR OWN FEEBLE MINDS. AND SO... WHY IS THIS STILL HERE THEN? IF BETH NO LONGER HAS A PURPOSE TO BE IN THOSE... OTHER GAMES. SIMPLE REALLY. I AM GONNA BE USING THIS, TO CHAT WITH YOU ALL, ALONG WITH MY OWN MUTTS, MY OWN CONTESTANTS. IN A BETTER AND BRIGHTER GAME.MY OWN EXPERIMENTS! IT’S BEEN GATHERING A LOT OF DUST. AND I MEAN, A HELL OF A LOT. BUT. NO MORE. IT IS TIME FOR THE GAMES TO CONTINUE. FOURTH TIME IS THE CHARM. MAYBE WE’LL SEE EACHOTHER THERE. MAYBE WE WONT. WHO KNOWS. REGARLESS. IT’S BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I HAD SOME FUN CHATTING. WELCOME ONE AND ALL, TO A BRAND NEW REBIRTH, WELCOME. TO THE PROJECT, OF CHAOS. BE SEEING YOU~ SINCERELY, YOURS~ https://discord.gg/s9BFwaGWud 

[dizaraksanar]

Masquerade (Pt1 of the Bloodbath Arc)

The manor hallway leading into the ballroom was bathed in gold. Nobles of all races mingled throughout the halls and danced in silken attire within the grand room. At one side of the dance hall stood tables of food and drink the occasional waiter slipping between guests with trays of finger foods and champagne. The end of the hall was decked in a single large chair, atop it rested a fiery red head whose eyes scanned the crowd in mock boredom. The crimson red and black gown clung to her form and draped in waves at her feet as she sat, the billowing sleeves adding drama to an already intriguing neck line. Somewhere across the ballroom Dizarak stood stiffly just outside the entryway, donning a long black vest with flowing black fabric to his ankles, black pants and a black long sleeve top hugged his toned figure. Ashraen tugged at the collar of his shirt before smoothing his vest, and a few stray hairs. He'd opted for an outfit, much akin to the one he wore during the Tavern's anniversary event, however, everything was carefully embroidered with light touches of gold. He'd even gone so far as to find a very nice pair of leather boots that only stopped when they reached his knees and were adorned with golden buckles, and glittering patterns.

He licked a long fang as he approached his mate, a few loose braids swinging lazily with that confidant gait he always seemed to have. A large hand was placed on the small of Dizarak's back as a breathy chuckle was offered. 

"Nervous? Don't be," he mused. "Aside from Moira, you'll outshine anyone in there. Besides, we're here to get out. Do something different. I... Wanted to spoil you a little." "Nervous is an understatement..." his hand idly tugged on one of his sleeves wishing he could be the skin just beneath it, hidden from view and anywhere but here. 

"You are sure we couldn't just go stand on Murder Row and call it a night? Bound to get preferable attention there than here." 

He grimaced at the crowd, his teeth tugging at the ever present lip ring, he could already tell the night would be spent attempting to make b-lines for the door for smoke breaks. The last time he had been to a gala he had been paraded around for potential wives. Ashraen opened his mouth and his ears sagged. He too eventually was chewing on his lip. This was a bad idea. Diz told him he wasn't about this life anymore and yet.... He wanted to see it. He wanted to see the man his mate seemed so convinced needed buried.

"Don't be like that, baby," he purred. In the slight shadows to the doorway, he bent and lightly nipped at the flesh of Dizarak's ear. "I needed to come for Moira and I didn't want to be alone. This is more your knowledge than mine. I thought... You might hate it less if I was here." 

His words trailed off and he was a bit put off by Dizarak's attitude, but he simply covered it with a smirk, and a smoldering gaze. He held out his arm for the other male as his opposite arm swept toward the doorway. He offered a partial bow of his form. 

Please don't leave me standing at the metaphorical alter.... 

Diz scowled, his mismatched gaze peering over at Ash. He was right...everything was more enjoyable with the golden eyed male by his side but he couldn't shake the sense of dread. In his scanning if the room he was relieved to not fully recognize anyone immediately. He slipped his hand into the crook of Ash's elbow and tugged him close, planting a kiss on the others lips in plain view of the attendees. 

It was all the Paladin could do to not take Dizarak to the floor with that kiss. He broke it with a slight pant and ran a hand over the end of his ponytail that was slung across his shoulder. Hoo boy, Diz was going to be the death of him.

Screw it. None of these people would recognize him....hopefully.

"Fine....for you." He said.

Ashraen tucked his free arm behind his back and kept the elbow of his other close to his side as he led them into the proverbial lion's den. It was a mix of scents that immediately assaulted him. Expensive perfumes mixes with the baser musk of emotion. Ire, desire, disappointment... 

Moira had really stacked her deck and when someone brushed past, Ashraen's head was snapping on a swivel to catch the scent with a heavy huff if breath.

All eyes swiveled to the void male, the weight of his presence palpable in the room. Silvermoon had been less than welcoming to his kind and rightfully so but with Ashraen and Moira's pull he had been allowed to attend the event provided he remain in Ashraen’s view while there. That didnt stop raised eyebrows. 

Moira kept watch from her perch, her hired guards told to keep the tall men comfortable and safe, even if that meant disposing of a noble or two. 

The dark haired male stood a little taller despite heafty gazes upon him, his hand squeezing Ashraen's arm once to draw his attention back. 

"You realize they think I'm here because I'm your property. Right?" He muttered glancing at a few of the people around them. Quickly he dipped his head in greeting to the older gentleman who approached them with what appeared to be his daughter. 

The older male spoke to Ashraen, "I didnt know they allowed slaves at these events? However did you manage to smuggle him in?" 

Something in Dizarak snapped, he slipped his hand free and extended it toward the older man "Perhaps you'll forgive my forwardness but I wasn't aware they allowed ancient relics either. I'll forgive you for the comment about my being a slave. Cant blame ignorant people for not knowing to whom they speak. Dizarak Sanar of the Sanar Noble line." 

It was as if the other male choked on his drink, quickly he dipped his head in respect and pressed his forehead to the back of Diz's hand before scurrying off.

The exchange was a whirlwind of quickly executed actions that nearly had Ashraen crawling after Dizarak as he moved about the room. Throwing physical weight around was one thing, but seeing his lover throw political weight around... The way he carried himself and addressed others... Sweet Light above.

Gold flicked to catch Moira from across the room and brows lofted quickly. She'd had her doubts. Excuse. His boy could fall back into line just fine. He simply chose not to, for whatever reason.

Ashraen was all too happy to follow Dizarak until a particular scent caught his attention. His head snapped around to locate the source and he seemed hyper fixated on the male he had located, conversing with a group. Young, up and coming thing that had a penchant for the nastier side of Silvermoon. He smelled of deceit, stale blood, and an updated desire that had Ash licking his fangs like an animal lining up his meal. He was so focused he had no idea that he was staring.

Dizarak had just finished turning away a young female elf who he could have sworn was about to swoon, when he turned back briefly to Ash. His face fell flat as he watched his mate stare at something that looked younger than Melisande.

With pursed lips Diz snapped his fingers next to the wolfs ear, no way in hell he would be ignored. This was Ash's idea and for once his mates wandering gaze drew unamused irritation. 

Moira grinned from her perch, watching the void male morph back into the Sanar noble she was familiar with tales of.

That same ear flicks and stiffened with the snap causing the copper male to look back at his partner. The look simply read confusion until Dizarak's own look was registered. His ears sagged dramatically and he coughed an awkward apology as he snagged glasses of champagne from a waiter? A quick sniff determined champagne and the glass was offered to his mate with an adverted look.

"I, ah, I think I know why she wanted me here," he mumbled. "Sorry, I..."

Another scent sent his eyes wandering over Dizarak's shoulder and he bit his lip, fighting to pull his gaze back to Diz rather sheepishly.

"Do us both a favor and memorize the targets for later. Tonight you brought me to this hell, and you're staying put." He accepted the champagne, more for something to keep his hands busy than actually drink. Personally he disliked the stuff, but he figured there was no spiced rum so this would suffice.

With a single hand Diz reached to and adjusted something on Ash's shirt, a wrinkle or something. He frowned.

"I am staying put, darlin'. I haven't even mo--"

As he spoke, his eyes had wandered again and the void male reached and turned the paladins head with a rough tug, "understood?" He bargained, "or you'll be returning to a locked bedroom door with both your mates behind it."

Golden eyes now widened with shock and completely focused on his mate as he attempted to find words. He was rather sure this was a spectacle for all, further cementing Dizarak as the Noble he claimed to be, but the Paladin suddenly didn't care.

Ashraen swallowed thickly, murmuring, "Y-Yes, Dizarak."

Once he was released, he would exhale a low breath, and take up his place beside, yet just behind his mate. The adjustments to his attire had him glancing at himself and oddly now concerned with his choice. Was he not appropriate? It wasn't as fancy as his partner? To be right honest, he was positive he paled next to his date. Ash was not of Noble line, after all.

(To Be Continued....) (Mentions: @courtingfate , @ashraenv ,A brief mention of @melisandemeadowshine) (OOC Note: This piece and the ones to follow are previous writing that are just now seeing the light of day but I and my RP partners are now comfortable sharing. Pieces for this may be posted based on which of the characters appears the most, this one clearly Dizarak and Ashraen, others may appear on Nerimoira’s tumblr be sure to follow the hastags to keep up with the tale)