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Post by Ornock Wulfierr on May 30, 2010 20:05:45 GMT -8
With it being night and Ornock relatively feeling safe he had used his were form to cover the distance from the Mexican border in Arizona to Nevada in an extremely short amount of time. Roughly four hours. He moved quickly at all times and he made sure to moved directly. Not being burdened by the need to follow roads he just ran in a direct line and made it faster then a human in a car could. He changed to human clothes washing his body quickly with the water he carried. He was in nice clothes, a pair of straight fit jeans and a tight t shirt. It was in that new afflicted style that was made by tattoo artists as it was extremely busy. It had an extremely stylized dragon on it with a phoenix on the back. He wore a pair of combat boots and he strolled into town immediately walking into the casino and up to the bank. He immediately got twenty thousand dollars worth of chips and went to the nearest poker table and bought in. Hoping for a long night of gambling and a late morning of sleeping.
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Post by Rima Elaine Donavon on May 30, 2010 20:17:36 GMT -8
Rima clicked her tongue. Night life was in full swing. Alcohol, drugs, sex, and money. It was easy to read all these humans' expressions. She had long since pulled her hair up, now with the front parts hanging lower, and the back into a loosely styled bun. The graphically designed raven tattoo caressed the back of her slender neck, the black and purplish ink in a stark contrast to her pale skin. In the two hours she’s been in the casino, and with a small touch of mind control at a few of the tables, she had tripled her original payment in chips from ten thousand, to approximately thirty thousand.
A glass of red wine spiked with blood sat neatly in her opposite hand, as she walked between the aisles. An odd scent surrounded her briefly, and her nose twitched. Werewolf. She hadn’t encountered it often, but the scent in itself was distinct. A moment later she spotted him, and slipped to the table to watch the game. A burly man was also playing, and had drawn a small crowd at the massive amount of chips he had. Light reflected off of Rima’s glasses and she quickly counted over that man’s chips, before shifting her attention back to the were. Rima was only 5 feet from him, and to his left. Her eyes were curious.
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Post by Ornock Wulfierr on May 30, 2010 20:31:21 GMT -8
Ornock smelled the vampire just as she had smelled him. He acted ignorant of it and making sure that he was still not winning too quickly from the people around him. He was an excellent poker player. He watched the burly man and grinned suddenly almost laughing. The man was betting huge and it was obvious that he had the best hand possible. Ornock knew better. He had stumbled upon a great lucky hand. He held a royal flush. He grinned at the man waiting for the man to go all in. Ornock had barely won enough chips to go all in minus two hundred dollars or such. When the man thought he had won Ornock dropped the royal flush. He took all the chips and nodded at the guy. "Nice playing with you bud, looks like you broke the bank though on that straight flush. "
He could feel that the vampire had not moved away yet and he started to tense imperceptibly waiting for an attack and the horrible problem of ruining his cover in this casino. It was his favorite and he was always given a grand suite whenever he came here. If this vampire ruined it he would jump rope with her entrails before the night was through. Her curiosity was starting to grate on his nerves though and if she stood there too much longer he would probably confront her and say that staring is rude. It wasn't his fault though. Ever since that damn twilight movie had been out a lot of women seemed to think that he looked like Jacob. He found it hilarious to think that people staring at him were ridiculously close to meeting a true werewolf and not some teen age bimbo posing as one.
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Post by Rima Elaine Donavon on May 30, 2010 20:48:14 GMT -8
“Good game.” Rima complimented when she saw the Were’s gaze shift to her. The faintest trace, as when she had spoken the Huntress, of an Olden Days Italian accent trailed into her voice. The crowd started to slip away and she paused, taking a sip of the red wine/blood. It was taking a lot of control, even as a 600 year old vampire, to influence the humans’ minds away from her mouth. Her fangs were at a human length, but had sharpened with the hunger frenzy that charged her throat. 600 years had allowed her composure enough to tame it.
A laugh nearly escaped her at his look. But it didn’t. He was dangerous, as were and Weres.
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Post by Ornock Wulfierr on May 30, 2010 21:00:49 GMT -8
He now really did look at her and his silver eyes took her in, assessed her, judged her, then dismissed her that quickly. He watched her mouth and then shook his head looking at the table as he spoke to her again. "Either sit down, play some cards, lose some money , and generally stop talking to me, or" He turned toward her and leveled his gaze at her with a most serious look that seemed to promise violence. He knew she was a mid-age vampire from her smell but he was a really old werewolf and the fact that she couldn't identify him on sight let him know he was doing a good job of keeping a low profile.
"You can leave me the fuck alone" He held up his hand paying the blind as the cards started to get dealt around the table. She was running out of time to sit down. Anyone who was watching jaw dropped at what he said to her. He just told an attractive woman who was staring at him to fuck off. Most men would be stumbling over her attention and the funny part was that not a single one of them would ever understand why he had done it. It gave him a warm fuzzy feeling.
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Post by Rima Elaine Donavon on May 30, 2010 21:06:02 GMT -8
She smiled and slipped into a seat closest to the dealer. Using a snippet of mind control, she spoke to the Were mentally. 'Mid-Aged my ass. Try 600 years.' She thought, guessing what he had been thinking. Out loud she added, "And a pleasure meeting you as well." Irgnorants, and people who were rude: two things on her pet peeves list, and as of the moment, he was proving himself to be both.
A couple others slipped into the table, the young man being a vampire. SHe shot him a look across the table, momentarily puzzling over where he was from before shifting her attention back to the game.
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Post by Ornock Wulfierr on May 30, 2010 21:32:45 GMT -8
Ornock looked over at the man and her. She was arrogant. She assumed 600 years meant anything to a werewolf. It just meant she was no longer a pup in terms of her people. He was becoming wary of this situation and if he felt her silvery touch on his mind again he might not be able to control himself. He was not the most rational and here in this casino with another vampire in front of him he was suspecting a set up. It would take more then two measly vampires to take him down, he would make sure of that. As the dealer dealt the hand Ornock smelled that he would not win this one and folded immediately. He didn't need to bet without the cards playing in his favor. Too bad each card held a different smell based on the amount of ink and the quality of paper that was used for each card.
His iris seemed to narrow as he watched the two vampires near him. He hated vampires almost as much as he hated the cyril. This woman acted like one of those damned Blackraven. He hated how they thought they were the most brilliant thing in the world. He found that to kill them was simple compared to a Gallu vampire. He trained his mind to stay blank as he focused on many things all at once. It would appear a jumbled mess and the only thing anyone would be able to pull from it all was a deer running in a forest
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Post by Rima Elaine Donavon on May 30, 2010 21:47:11 GMT -8
Rima folded as her nose flared. Apparently the vampire male opposite her had smelled it too. Humans, with their dulled senses, weren’t going to for a while yet, but the Vampire alarms went off clear as a bell in seconds. Blood. She reached up and slid her glasses off, and in the low light, her pupil expanded to cover her iris. Eagle Eyes, and she was scanning the darkened corners of the casino. Her fangs had lengthened in her mouth, and she kept her jaw firmly locked.
This wolf was going to pose a problem if she needed to crash a youngsters feeding. Slowly she stood, beginning to let her sense of smell guide her.
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Post by Ornock Wulfierr on May 31, 2010 6:20:56 GMT -8
Ornock smelled the blood almost decided to move then shrugged his shoulders and kept playing poker. It got the two vampires away from him and he was starting to get a large pool of money going. It was becoming late at night and he knew that most people would be retiring soon. He felt a small bit of exhaustion seeing as he had ran all the way from Mexico to here but then again, he was winning a ton of money.
He called over one of the cocktail waitresses and he asked her to make sure his room was ready tipping rather well. He hadn't drank tonight which was the reason why most just didn't want anything to do with him but the fact that he had given her about six hundred dollars in poker chips said a lot for his generosity and the fact that he had won about five hundred thousand off of that one man who bet the farm on his straight flush, normally a solid bet but it was trumped by a royal flush.
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Post by Ornock Wulfierr on Jun 14, 2010 12:21:45 GMT -8
After racking up a rather sizable amount of money over his stay at the casino Ornock had finally decided to leave it. He didn't know where to go next but he felt a strange calling to go north, to Canada. Canada seemed to hold some sort of untold adventure for him and as he was a rather old werewolf he was actually no longer fearing death. Having lived far longer then his mentor had told him possible he stopped to fear it and now he actually sought it out. Death for him seemed to be a promise of sweet release.
He packed his few things, bought a plane ticket and headed out. He wasn't sure where in Canada he was going but he was sure that this was the place to be going to satisfy his coming urge to travel and his urge to make his life mean something.
((Sorry its short, It's all I got till I have a plot))
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