RP:Meeting in the park

Cenril Park

Desparrow is perusing the grounds of Cenril's central park. People have in the face of all the chaos still found moments to enjoy the sunlight as they picnicked on the hills. Guards were stationed about, trying to maintain order while protecting the lives of the innocent people but they too were tense. Things have gone downhill recently, not even guards were safe anymore, they could go down at any moment and not know where from. Due to the lack of knowledge of prior perpetrators it was entirely unknown that Des had them all in his sights. If criminals tried to barge in then he would deal with whatever incompetence the guards displayed. At the lycan's side were three other strapping lads whom bore the mark of the curse.. a bite between the neck and shoulder covered mostly however by a shirt. They walked around as a group offering smiles and warm welcomes to all individuals present.

Daneyfey slipped silently from a side ally, walking into the quiet park with a visable relaxing shudder. Little could be guess from looking upon her, the whole of her form hidden under a deep crimson cloak that was loosely pulled about her body. Her steps gave not a whisper as they fell, hinting at a level of grace and stealth, the silent footfalls kept time with the subtle bounce of loosely curled, shoulder length locks that held a reddish orange color. The hair perfectly framing a slightly rounded young face, could not be much out of her teens a set of bright, near glowing piercing emerald eyes casually look about, falling upon the group of four. Seeing Desparrow those steps halt suddenly and a playful smile pulls at the edges of her lips. Her head tilts to the side in a positively cute and innocent manner, but what was out of place was the scent of fresh blood that cling to the image of young beauty and innocence.

Desparrow continued to move between the groups of people, granting offerings of protection and spreading the word of the 'Blood Moon' group who was quickly growing in both numbers and power. The could offer those who were afraid the strength to protect not only themselves but others too, like their family and children. His azure hues gave off a spark of intelligence, but also honesty and upon sniffing the air and catching hints of death his gaze scanned the crowd. Several more deep inhales brought his gaze upon the vampire woman, he could smell it in her veins, soaking her like she had bathed in it. To the woman he offered a glare.

Daneyfey let her smile grow a little more when she knew the attention of the group of lycans, or at least their alpha was upon her, a slightly slender arm snakes out from the folds of the cloak, fingers wiggling as a greeting as she gives a playful come get me smile. She had been hearing abut this little group of wolves and was quite interested to meet them, though the few near death ruffians she got the information about them did not have very nice words about them. Slowly she would turn on her heel and make her way to a part of the park a little less populated by the innocents of Cinril. There she would wait for the small pack to follow, eyes closed softly enjoying the moment of peace and the feel of the sunken her light skin.

Desparrow had noticed the way the vampire moved and he found it quite disturbing she would be looking for a fight in such a populated area.. Thankfully however the park was large and there were spots where people would not be present, and that even the guards would not be which was just a small boon. A nudge to his pack members and the alpha set off to follow the vampire but when they arrived at the space she designated for their little showdown he had few words to offer. "What is it you could possibly want.. filth?"

Daneyfey stood there in silence for a long moment simply enjoying the place. She knew he broke away from his followers, only one scent coming for her. She slowly turned to face him, smiling sweetly. "Such strong words. What have I ever done to you or your pups back there." Slowly she turned to fully fave him. Still snuggled deep in her cloak, not wanting to show any of her cards left to wolf turn the meeting a more interesting direction

Desparrow lifted his nose to the air and took in a deep breath. On the air he caught not only her scent but the smells of many others, humans, even a couple felines mixed in with old blood, and none of them recently bathed. "Nothing, except that you exist and your stench is offensive to those that still have a beating heart you wretch." Another inhale and those other scents seemed to have gotten closer.. Civilians or criminals? Des suspected thugs, and ones that have recently committed a crime. "What is it you want anyways?"

Daneyfey dosent bother sniffing the air to gather her surroundings she knew there was a group of civilians not so far away. And looking at the pack leader she knew that he was strong and with that any fight between them would not be contained to a small area. Slowly her hands come up, parting her cloak and sowing shadowed hints of the hidden subtle curves. "I don't wish a fight, just yet..." she gives a playful wink. "Maybe the beach later... nice and deserted and romantic for a little rough play. I simply wanted to meet the top wolf of this growing pack I have heard about." Slender eyebrows arch slowly as an approving hmm slips from her lips. "Not disappointed..." A soft flirty click of her tongue is give as she makes not as attemp to hide her appraising eyes.

Desparrow knew that a group would be coming soon, a danger to civilians, something to be made an example of.. or perhaps future recruits. "You don't want a fight.. Yes you have come to discover and see for yourself whom I am. Well as you can see I stand before you, leader of my own pack. Alpha and Sorcerer. What could you want with us wolves?" he found her words offering little comfort, she was more so playing around with him and it was surely annoying. "If you must know me and my own are on protective detail. I suspect there would be thugs about looking for trouble on a day that people attempt to have peace.. Then you show up smelling of fresh death." he growled then, her presence furthering his agitation.

Daneyfey let her hands fall to her sides in a rather floppy way trying to show just a little more that she was not one to fear, simply curious. "There where a few looking for trouble, seemed to be a pair of thugs maybe cut purses." She licks her lips slowly as if reliving a moment. "Its their blood you smell on me now. Only time i take blood is from thugs and criminals. The rest of the time I have a list of willing donors." The most disarming smile crosses her lips. "Of all the creatures in the city I'm about the least of your worries for the goodly people." Gabe a teasing smile with a wiggle of her hips "but I'll still play with you... I have a soft spot for wolves."

Desparrow turned his nose up against her, "You are a perversion of the living, of society and you want my attention. I smell more than just what you have taken. The ones still alive I'll take care of myself. I am sure that you are the least of my worries.. however if you perhaps.. want in on what I've got going on.. perhaps you'd be interested in a job?" He was a man looking for allies, and even a vampire had its uses now and then.

Daneyfey took a small step back, a hurt look passing over her features. "Your words they wound me so." But that pained looked vanished almost instantly. Hands slipping to her hips l cooking them to the side as she narrows her eyes. "And you, are you a perversion of man or beast. Not fully one nor the other. I made my choice to be this way as I felt I was not done just yet." But at the mention of a job she starts to slowly close the distance between them but not so fast to be seen as threatening, by at least most poeple. "What sort of jobs do you have for a glorified zombie, with cute hair." The jab obviously to play at his dislike of vampires.

Desparrow didn't care if the vampire was genuine in her reaction but he led himself to believe that she was false in every way possible. In fact this woman was not only a perversion of nature but a pervert and he had so little interest in her that at this point if she were to aid him she would merely be a tool. "I want you to abduct people." said low, to the point only someone like them would be able to hear it: a vampire, or a lycanthrope. "I want you to get me people, from Cenril, Larket, Sage, Frostmaw, anywhere and everywhere.. Lead them to me and we will build an army. Do that and I will reward you handsomely."

Daneyfey could almost taste his hate for vampires, she stopped short of him by a few paces and slowly cooked her head to the side. Most found her playful nature endearing and even cute. But this man before her say her simply as an annoying talking hammer, A tool for his own ends. Taking a deep breath she let the mirth slip from her face as she looks to him, her playful mask slipping ever so slightly. "I could do this, anyone specific? Or just random hopeless people?" Arms moving to cross under her chest hiding them away again under her vollumous cloak. "One condition... do not speak to me as an annoyance any more. Your history is your own... I had not a hand in it. You where wronged by a vampire, poor you. I have been wronged by every last race that walks the surface and under it. The race is not the problem, the individual is. Don't lot me in with the rest of the fangs and I won't lump you in with the rest of the little rage puppies that can't keep their emotions in check. Deal?" Her matter of fact tone hinting at how utterly done she was with his attitude.

Desparrow smirked at her response but he remained steadfast in his posture and by the look in his eyes, he would not be so easily swayed by a bit of confidence in a pestilent insect. "Fine. I won't treat you like garbage.. Hopeless people, those that are too weak for themselves and others, the ones that want power, the ones that will do anything. The ones that hate, don't have faith in anything but power. I will give it to them. We will give it to them." he then stuck out his hand in manner of shaking on this deal that they would make, not caring in the slightest for her history. "Bring whatever you find to the monster lair in Larket, or my home in the south east of this town. I will award you with... power."

Daneyfey smiled internally, keeping her less than impressed face front and center, but she has put a little chip in his mask of anger towards all vampires. He may still hate vampires but she couldn't care less, most vampires are pompous asses. Emerald eyes fall to the outstretched hand and then flocking back to his face. "I will gather those that wish power. Even if they don't know it yet." She took the offered hand and squeezed it hard with a good portion of her vampire gifted strength. "And what sort of power is the reward? Or will you be a cryptic little alpha?"

Desparrow gritted his teeth against her strength but it was shown merely by a clenching of his jaw through his cheek and he had squeezed just as hard with his own power. "Magical. Weapons, support. Political, who knows. I can help you start your own vampire house.. Who knows. I am capable of many things vampire.. I do need your name however."

Daneyfey smiled for real this time as she felt his hand squeeze down around her own. Approving of his strength, she was not a fan or working with those weaker than her. "I as more than willing to work for all those things. Save the house, no desire for one of my own. " she released him and gave a playful smile leaning in suddenly to press a lightning quick kiss to his cheek. "Daneyfey... you may call me Daney. What of your name wolf?"

Desparrow laughed, "You will have power. For I have more than enough to share, and then some.. You may call me Desparrow. Spread the name, spread that all who can't protect themselves will seek it in me, under the name of 'Blood Moon.'

Daneyfey slowly released his hand and started past him back into the more populated parts of the park. "I'll seek those you desire Desparrow..." she gives a half hearted wave, "I'll pop back up to play sometimes soon. Have to get you seeing past my fangs sooner or later. " she was then simply gone. Her scent lingering as the only trace she was ever there.