Tyler Kolt Petrov
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Post by Tyler Kolt Petrov on Mar 25, 2015 4:37:08 GMT
[presto] ### WORDS NOTES i had too much fun with this.. whatevs. | | tyler petrov | |
He could feel it in his veins. It started as an itch, a bothersome little craving, nagging thought, but was able to be cast aside. Though it wouldn't stop there. Days would pass, weeks depending on his mental stability, nonetheless it slowly grew. Building upon an already unpredictable temper, quickly rising until clouding his everyday thought. It was an addiction at it's finest, brought on by the beautiful combination of a feline and reptilian instinct, and nurtured with a cool underlying rage.
Blood.
The metallic liquid thrummed beneath the skin of each passing form, however silent to most, could be heard vividly as he maintained his position at the bar. It was especially apparent in those of high movement, the dancers for example, whose hearts fluttered madly as they careened about their poles. They were alluring in more ways than one, a human and animal instinct, and he longed to fulfill it. Dark irises lingered on the shifting forms as he absentmindedly served his customers, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the morbid thoughts that clouded his mind. The bloodlust was not only from liquid itself but from the emotions brought along with it; fury, pain, a release of the unrelenting aggression that gathered in his own muscles. It was all too entertaining, too much fun to ignore. However it appeared as if he would have to.
His ever-present twin not only was aware of said addiction but saw it in his eye before anyone else could. As his orders ceased he took the first opportunity to seek some form of comfort in her, quietly slipping into her office and closing the door. 'In due time', "Patience." His sister soothed, casting him a sideways glance as she rose from her desk, her eyes filled with promise. A scowl of annoyance twitched at his lip, his quiet rage teeming beneath his skin. He noticed her approach now, crossing her arms over her chest as she did frequently. She was the brains, the master mind behind their operations, and had yet to fail them. Then why was suddenly so overcome with frustration?
Lurching forward he shoved his sibling hard in order to pin her against the darkened wall, a firm hand to her throat. Pupils dilated upon peering down at the potential prey, dark brown eyes swallowed by black. To say it was the first time they'd found themselves in that situation would be a lie, proven by the steady pulse beneath her skin. Given that she was the first he came to in time of need, she was also the first to deal with it. Fingers closed lightly against the womans neck, claws threatening to erupt and finish the job as his head tilted in eager contemplation.
"Watch yourself, Ty." His sensitive ear caught the disapproving tut of Dallas' voice as she watched him coolly, pressing back against the wall. A small, twisted smile rose at the corners of his lips, the temptation was great, but it appeared as if his sister had more of a hold on his sanity than his animal did."Grow some balls or get out of my way, I have work to do." The mans brow furrowed and his jaw clenched, though made no movement. Instead he glared down at her, finding only an equally as empty stare in reply. After several long moments of the interaction, debating but not actually intending to go through with said threat, he released his grip on her. He would only show mercy towards her, which she very well knew.
They were inseparable, partners in crime in a literal sense; one could not thrive without the other. A clever mind without strength could not as easily complete the task at hand, strength without control would surely end up in prison. Not only was he emotionally unable to kill her, he knew full well he wouldn't survive without her. He watched the woman purse her lips and move back towards her desk, brushing off her dress and glancing over her shoulder to send him yet another remark. "Get a hold of yourself or I will." Similar features peered over at each other again before eventually the male rolled his eyes. "No promises." He flashed a toothy smile to his dear sister, his expression only widening as he noticed her brow furrow deeply. "If you touch my dancers-"
But he was already gone. Closing the door behind him he cut her words off at the nub, an amused chuckle rising from him. His humor was short lived though as he turned to survey the room. The shuffling bodies brought his issue back to surface. He needed a distraction, an outlet. Although ultimately he did what he liked, he knew his sister had some method to her madness and that's what made him pause. He returned to his place at the bar and went about the routine, tossing out a few drinks to a couple of newcomers, half-way pretending like he gave a damn. But really only two things remained in his mind and neither of which had anything to do with making conversation. A charming grin anchored itself to his lips now, eyes drifting across each form in search of potential. For which, he hadn't a clue yet.
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Cassia Alia Macario
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Post by Cassia Alia Macario on Mar 25, 2015 6:54:34 GMT
i smell sex and candy Who's that casting devious stares in my direction? Mama this surely is a dream. 
She walked through the doors of the strip club casually wiping the corner of her mouth pushing the congealed life blood of her victim into her mouth. She hadn't had any problems luring the unsuspecting man into a back alley behind the club and away to an abandoned warehouse. Poor guy. He thought he was getting lucky and his heart had nearly failed him before she could sink her canines into the man. She'd been stalking him for days, a complete douchebag, a wife beater from the conversations and screams she'd heard coming from his house and a cheater. It had been to easy to lure him away from the lights of civilization for the pleasures of the dark, but with hidden pleasures came hidden dangers. She'd satisfied her true nature this evening, she had long learned to never compare herself to the standards of humanity - she was above that, the exception to all rules. Besides no one was going to miss that man. She'd mauled and consumed her fill and cleaned up after herself, his was a body that would never be found. She knew she was what some would call a monster, but she liked to think she was a monster with morals. After all, she only ate the bad boys...
She could still smell the coppery tang of blood in the air in her hair and lingering on her body, but only those of her kind, shifters would be able to scent her recent activities. She smiled at the men who stared her way as she walked by and she didn't even try to mask the waves of confidence and authority that rolled off her. She was too satisfied with herself at this moment to try to downplay herself. It had been so convenient the man haunted Puzzles because now that dinner had been taken care of she could now mix some business and pleasure. The establishment was humming with life and activity as men and women alike fed the sinful, lustful cravings of their bodies and she took it all in with calculating indifference. She smiled a predatory smile at a group of men who'd started to approach her and they stopped in their tracks, shuffling awkwardly away and returning to their table. Their survival instincts warning them that the smile she shared with them wasn't one of welcome. She hummed, satisfied with her natural deterrence there. She didn't have time to waste on trashed lustful men, no she was here to scout out the competition. She moved about with a silent stealth as turquoise blue eyes took in every nook and cranny, every corner where men stared with dilated eyes as they received their paid fares in lap dances.
She snorted in disdain as she kept to the shadows, slowly circulating the room, but blending in naturally, stopping every few moments to flirt with an innocent bystander when she saw the security detail scanning the room, only to discreetly warn the unsuspecting male off back to his booze or stripper. There were male and female dancers alike dancing around, a throbbing dance floor and a bar. She couldn't help herself. She loved bars and she knew in order to know what she was truly up against she was going to need to have a good read on the competition and what they had to offer bar wise. She began to make her way over to the bar, weaving through the mass of humanity bumping and grinding on the dance floor. The smell of sex and sweat was thick in the air and still caused her own blood to stir, but she suppressed the sudden urge by fixating her mind on reaching the bar. Her gaze roamed the bar, the cut, the design, the style, what displays they had, the lighting...nothing miss her scrutiny as she drew closer finally reaching the edges of the dance floor as her senses suddenly became aware of something more than the smell of sex, candy, booze and smoke. Her eyes flashed a feline/reptilian yellow as her true nature came to the surface. Her kind was the naturally aggressive kind and she was no exception. Her eyes were scanning the bar frantically for the source when she felt strong arms snake around her waste and pull her flush against him in an attempt to grind her into his idea of what he called dancing. It was the wrong thing to do in her excited, aggressive state.
She turned around to face the drunken fool as they stood chest to chest and leaned in wrapping her arms around his neck as if to dance, but her arms were like a vice effectively squeezing and cutting off his air supply. His eyes widened in fear, but she laughed and supported his weight as she moved both of them off the dance floor as he blacked out. She rolled her eyes and released the man and carried the barely conscious man over to the bar - he looked like any normal partier that had just had too much fun as she dumped his dead weight into the bar stool. She sniffed and listened, his heart still beat and the blood still circulated, though he would probably be waking up with one hell of a headache. She looked up at the bartender to laugh off her 'date's' appearance as to partying too hard, but froze in awareness as her eyes looked up and locked with his - the bartender. Her nature was brash, rash, aggressive and abrasive there wasn't much that was soft about this woman besides her curves which were perfectly showcased in a revealing deep-v halter top with no back and fitted black skinny jeans. She had never been one to leave much up to the imagination. She studied the man and weighed her options. An all out lunge for his throat wouldn't go down well, though it was enticing, but not practical and she was if anything a practical monster. Her course decided a slow seductive smile curled on her lush lips, "Do I need to lie to you about why this man is passed out here at this bar or will you please just pour me a double shot of Crown?"
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Tyler Kolt Petrov
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Post by Tyler Kolt Petrov on Mar 25, 2015 18:39:44 GMT
[presto]911 WORDS NOTES have some crap | | tyler petrov | | Patience had never really been one of his finest virtues. In fact he was nearly the complete opposite. Impulsive, to the point. When ambition struck him hesitation normally didn't come into play, in both love and war. He got what he very well pleased. But at this particular moment what he pleased was no where to be found. He was nothing if not selective with his meals - they had to have purpose, those were the guidelines. Luckily his sisters rowdy little establishment had no shortage of wayward souls and he had no issues with taking care of them for her. This was where he came at disadvantage, having to wait for someone to step out of line. In most cases he would obey like the good little pet he was (it was for the benefit of both, after all) and he was always rewarded for such, but an addiction had a way of taking over the mind.
A few soothing words weren't able to quell what he inevitably needed, not this day. The need coursed through him like a hoard of biting insects, prickling at his skin and setting his teeth on edge. An intense throbbing began in the front of his skull, the pain coming and going with each pulse, reminding him. The oblivious customers that perched so close weren't helping, what with the scent so tantalizingly near. Images of sinking his canines into their exposed jugular danced before his eyes, relishing in the idea of silencing their pathetic complaints. His fingers closed tightly around a mug in his grasp, knuckles growing white from the intensity of the hold. He managed to keep a somewhat pleasant facade nonetheless, all part of the show. Upon finding the right specimen he had to keep up the proper appearance, right?
A few drunken grins and giggles were sent his way to which he rolled his eyes. His eyes set on the faces, in all honesty there wasn't much to look at so the attention didn't hold for very long. "Not on your lives." He snorted, sending a wink (chances of them remembering him in their current state were slim anyways), and shoving them their tab. It would have been so much easier to just take advantage of them then and there, but what fun would that have been? Could he really be blamed for wanting a bit of a challenge? Besides the amount of alcohol drifting through their blood was enough to tranquilize an elephant. Not interested.
He started to move off towards a set of dirty dishes but a familiar scent caught his nose. The ache in his head intensified upon inhaling, causing him to pause. It was not only coursing underneath tender flesh, but on the surface. Curiously his dark irises drug towards the source, flicking carelessly across body until narrowing it down to a body in particular.
She wasn't all that hard to spot, what with the bright flush of a predator who'd just recently fed - it was a look that he was not all that unfamiliar with. The confidence, the invincibility, the rosy complexion. And then there was the more obvious metallic tang in the air of said meal that coated her like a perfume. His eyes drifted nonchalantly down her form, finding her to be as equally as pleasing to the eye as an instinct. He drew his tongue over his lips, allowing the intoxicating scent to pull him towards her. He stepped to the bar, flattening his palms against the counter and leaning slightly against it as he took her in.
Was she taunting him? She was almost asking for it, what with the play on his urges. And, under further observation, noticing the unconscious dance partner that slumped at the stool beside her. An eyebrow raised as he watched the lifeless form, his skin prickling with the closeness of such vulnerability. A gut feeling, paired with her scent of blood, gave him fair suspicion that it hadn't been the alcohol this time. A chuckle started up in him, slowly returning his gaze to the woman. She'd even brought him a snack, how kind. Though men had never really had any taste to him.
If there was any way to capture his attention for more than a second she'd just done it. Granted, that was most likely not a good thing for her in terms of health, but he had all ideas that she was no saint herself either. He was truly fascinated with the fine looking creature in front of him, especially so upon catching her eye. Seconds passed, probably of which were spent debating his choices as well, and a flash of a smile from the woman indicated her plans. His gaze parted from hers to lower, although only to her neck, allowing the steady beat of her pulse to fill his ear drums. This, this was a proper distraction. Eventually his slightly dilated pupils met hers again as he returned a similar expression. "No need." Maintaining his charming grin he turned to fetch the requested drink. Seconds later he'd returned to his original position, the difference being the glass which he pushed towards her. "I feel as if we're able to be honest with each other here, don't you think?" The music and murmurs that filled the room could be heard around the woman's heartbeat, ultimately ignoring them, he'd found exactly what he'd been looking for. |
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Post by Cassia Alia Macario on Mar 26, 2015 4:07:50 GMT
i smell sex and candy Who's that casting devious stares in my direction? Mama this surely is a dream.
She took the shot and threw it back in the ways of an expert as she studied the predator behind the bar. She watched his eyes as they trained on her jugular. She lowered her glass and licked her lips, placing the tumbler down onto the counter top slowly as she snapped her fingers in front of his face with her other hand and quickly snatching it back to avoid him touching her. "Hmm My face is up here and this jugular is not on the menu. How's that for honesty?" She never saw much use in beating around the bush so to speak and he'd open the door for transparent communication ans she was more than willing to walk through that door. She was glad there was a bar separating them, though she knew that if either of them wanted to throw down they could clear the distance between them in seconds, but it felt like a shield or at least a means and an excuse to step back and clearly survey and inspect the man. He was handsome no mistaking it, but she wasn't drawn in by this demon hiding in an angelic form. She silently mused what his true form was like and if he was bigger. She let her eyes travel down his form and linger lower, wondering at the size of the rest of his anatomy, but alas...one look at his dilated eyes and she knew to play with him would only be offering him her throat on a tap and she wasn't about to become anyone's meal...well at least not in the way that he was thinking.
"You seem a little intense. Tell me do you always have this much...tension inside you. You know it's not healthy to suppress your true nature like this. It could lead to some very unfortunate circumstances for you." A clear warning that if he so much as attempted to take a bit out her hide, she would take more than her own pound of flesh and she made that clear with her warning tone and predatory smile and she stilled and paused letting the true meaning of her words sink in. "Well, glad we got that out in the open aren't you?" she said as if they had just been discussing the weather and raised her glass for another shot. It was near damn impossible for her to get drunk with her shifter metabolism, but she didn't drink to get drunk, she drank because well...she just loved alcohol. She leaned forward on the bar, resting her chin in the palm of her hands as she waited for him to fill her drink as her eyes roamed the setup behind the bar. It wasn't a bad gig they had going here, it was obviously getting the business it needed to be defined as successful, but it wasn't anything like her establishment and she smirked with her cat-ate-the-canary smile. She'd seen what she'd needed to see here and could have just gotten up, thanked the fellow for the drink paid her tab and left, but something told her he might not make leaving an easy thing for her and her blood suddenly raced with the challenge he presented.
"So tell me...I'm curious...why is a predator like yourself so tightly strung..," she paused and gestured with her hand to the throbbing dance floor, "It's not as if you don't have options...or is something just not clicking right for you upstairs.." she tapped a manicured nail against the side of her forehead in a teasing smirk. He reeked of blood-lust and violence, something she understood well herself, but she knew how to control and maintain it. It was only her rigid routines that kept her sanity in place, besides she had never wanted to be the kind of monster driven solely by instincts and base desires. She liked to think she was a bit more intelligent than that, but she wasn't writing this man off as a fool. There was more to this picture of a bartender than what she was seeing, but why would a chimera ever allow someone or something else to dictate their actions...it just wasn't within their natures to be ordered around. She studied him silently, gauging and waiting for his reaction and information. "Hmm, maybe I should leave and you handle your business...", she mused aloud as she methodically nibbled on her index finger watching him when the unconscious man beside her started to groan coming too. "Oh excuse me one moment...," She leaned over to the man, looking like a lover going in for a kiss as she pulled his head up and held it in her hands straddling him for a moment and placed a kiss on his lips and twisted his head with a subtle snap. It was a sound that sent shivers of pleasure down her spine as she slipped off his lap and lifted his body to her side, as if supporting a drunk as his head lolled around lifelessly. He had been alone, she made note of him earlier upon her entrance and it has been his own stupidity that had gotten him killed.
She turned a devious smile in the man's direction, "Guess my friend here just couldn't hold his liquor. What a pity...would you be a dear and show me the backdoor so I can tend to my friend here?" She held the dead weight as if holding a feather and arched an eyebrow in question and she felt a kinship growing for him, "Oh by the way, my name is Cass and you are?"
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Tyler Kolt Petrov
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Post by Tyler Kolt Petrov on Mar 26, 2015 19:12:40 GMT
[presto]760 WORDS NOTES gah sorry i tried to make this one not as long x'D don't try to match it if you don't want to. | | tyler petrov | | A meal that bit back? The concept was nearly foreign, almost forgotten in fact, and he was never one to pass up a challenge. He found a smirk form on his features. I'd like to see you try, bitch. Her words were a bit amusing to say the least, it was only in the presence of his own that he was able to be caught at his own game. But something about her caused him to pause, in thought at least, maybe that sexy smile of hers. Surely she could serve a greater purpose than worm food? "Of course."
He was well ahead of her in terms of drink, he was nothing if not good at his job, promptly refilling the shot glass, and all the while keeping an eye on her. Whether from the smirk written across the womans features or the unconscious man slumped beside her, he'd resorted to keeping her in his sight. Quite honestly she'd just delivered an unconscious man to his bar, could he really put anything past her? But that was all part of the fun, the unpredictability. And hey, maybe if he was lucky she'd take his consideration as a form of worry.. but the gleam in his eye would say otherwise.
The question rose a snort of amusement from him, his eyes rolling, however the reminder of his little 'issue' came crashing in like a heavy weight. The rhythmic thuds of nearby hearts wormed their way into his ear, a scowl twitching at his lip, an annoyance in which he ultimately blamed on her. His smirk grew cold. More like someone. He stole a glance back towards the buildings office. Though he had no intentions of discussing such with her especially. "Your concern is cute, but I get what I need." He sent the woman a wink. At the topic at hand he felt his gaze lift and sweep across all of the potential meals. The dancers were looking especially nice and it'd be a lie to say the allure didn't come from the thought of pissing his sister off. How furious she'd be if he plucked off one of her top producers...but what was sibling rivalry without a little blood shed?
His irises returned to her as she continued to speak, however briefly, they soon snapped over to and locked on the male. His pulse quickened, how easy it would be to reach across the barrier between them and rip his throat out.. but it appeared she already had it covered. Literally. He watched the scene with utmost interest, curious in how she'd progress and somehow thrilled by the sight of her playing with her food. But nothing was more satisfying than the snap of his spine, the activity sending his instinct mad within an icy still. His eyes gleamed, his own bout of lust making it's appearance with a shiver. But she kept him on his toes, he'd give her that.
Taking a glance around, he picked up a nearby rag and absentmindedly wiped any traces of alcohol off the counter in front of him, undisturbed by what had just taken place and the fact that a dead customer draped over the bar. His pleased expression remained, a subtle smirk seemingly ingrained into his features by this point. Could he really be blamed for finding the whole situation entertaining? And the night had only just started. "Remind me not to get drunk around you, Cass." He scoffed with an increased smirk, allowing the rag to fall from his hands before leaving his post. He stalked around the tall counter to join her on the other side, taking in the sight that met his eye. Pleasant was an understatement. "Tyler." A rumbling chuckle rose in him, sweeping an arm out towards the back of the club, before heading off towards it.
She looked more than able to carry the load so he didn't offer to help (he probably wouldn't have offered if she had anyways), though he did prop the door open for her before stepping into the warm night air. Pupils dilated further as he took in the the shadows of the alley, striding off towards a nearby wall to lean onto. He crossed a leg over another and waited for the woman that had made his acquaintance. "Do you normally play with your food or is this just ..ah...a special occasion?"
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Post by Cassia Alia Macario on May 9, 2015 3:44:04 GMT
you're the light, you're the night You're the color of my blood. TAG: Tyler Kolt Petrov . WORDS: 480. NOTES: freakin lost the first one...so here. just take it. xD
She smiled at Tyler and followed him out the side door into the back alley as she carried the meat sack. It was a pity. Such a waste of good meat because she had already eaten. Her true form was fully satisfied and this hand groping moron had gotten himself killed from stupidity. You shouldn't mindlessly grope things...you might get bit...or have your neck snapped. She shrugged and shouldered her burden out of the club and into the darkness.
She sighed in relief as she felt the cool night air caress her skin. Her senses breathed in the night air, happy to be free of the stilted air and pounding music inside Puzzles. She was a creature of the night, a creature of fabled myth and legend. While she could wear her human form easily, there was much to be said of being able to prowl about in her true form. She surveyed the ally and was satisfied to find it empty and followed Tyler out into the night. Turquoise eyes tracked his every move as he leaned casually against the wall. She did trust this creature further than she could spit and a predator could sense their likeness in others. She'd seen him eying her and it hadn't been her cleavage he'd been focused on, but rather her jugular.
She felt his hunger and she had to stop her lip from curling into a predatory snarl. Damn fool. He needed to learn to get his hunger under control or he was going to get his ass handed to him. She wasn't particularly in the mood to fight, but she felt confident against this pompous ass. He was too sure of himself, all posted up on the wall as if he was king of the world and she suddenly had the urge to knock him off his pedestal. She smirked and held the man against her, petting his hair as she listened to his question. "Do you normally play with your food or is this just ..ah...a special occasion?" The man's blood was still warm, but beginning to cool as his heart had ceased to beat the moment she'd snapped his neck. He would need to be disposed of soon. She looked at him with a smile. "This was definitely a special occaison. I wanted to bring you a present. My mother always taught me to bring the host a present..." She winked and then hoisted the dead weight with the ease of a feather as the dead man soared through the air with enough force to land in Tyler's face.
"Catch!" she called and laughed. She was here to check out the competition and the bartender had already marked her as something more, but she was sure she could wiggle her way out of this one, be it through charms or claws.
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