The Royal Ball [OPEN]

[BUFFY JUDAS DIOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://www.ohlalamag.com/.a/6a00e54fb7301c883401348327fd1f970c-800wi); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] TASTE ME, drink my soul Buffy had already ordered another drink, even with the sketchy bartender that handed it to him. He looked as puzzled and interesting to what Buffy was as Buffy was. Buffy just smiled awkwardly and grabbed drink. He didn’t bother tipping him this time. He just turned on his heels and made his way by the front door. He was curious who the Queen was and who was the King. He looked around reading people’s minds to see if they had any idea who they were. He was sure they would say something in their behalf and introduce themselves to the whole town. Buffy waved back to a few people who he knew around town or people who were just regulars at the café. He decided to hold down the fort at the door, and just observe people, which was unlike him. Usually, he would be out and about talking to people but after Brodir’s warning, he knew better. He would have to be careful even though pointing out who was a vampire and who wasn’t was rather easy. He put his barriers back up to block out all thoughts. It was something that took a lot of effort but he had to keep some sanity. Reading thoughts was not as perked up as people thought it would be. It wasn’t some cool power that manifested into something else it was a curse and constant headache, a morally wrong curse. One could very easily slip into a person’s thoughts and get completely lost. Just then a man came into the mansion with a woman and blue mask. Buffy looked around before he read his mind, as if someone would know what he was doing. He was going on about how much he didn’t want to be here and how bad it smelled in here. Bad? Did the man smell Buffy or was he talking about something else. Before he could contemplate this, his answer came. The male was talking about the vampires in the place. Through his mind, he could see images of him running around in the woods under a full moon. Buffy pulled back and out of his mind before the man realized what he was doing. Buffy would have to quit before someone noticed and got upset, he didn’t want to cause a scene. He walked away from his station and started to walk around the crowd again. He noticed he wasn’t the only one though. There was an older man who he had seen walking around the other way and then heading away from sight of the guards. Damnit-! He did it again, he couldn’t help but to read some people’s minds and the guy was suspicious. Maybe he just needed to relax a bit. He found his way to another corner trying to avoid as many vampires as possible. Whether they smelled him or not, he wasn’t sure but it was kind of unmistakable. show me all the things I shouldn't know there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[ISABELLE KATHERINE TREBORN]

With the entire town being given invites to the ball, it was common knowledge that the Halloway mansion was going to be full of different species. Yet when Isabelle found herself staring up the driveway at the building, she couldn't make sense of what was going on. The fact that the king was okay with this baffled her, he had always seemed like the type of person that kept the general public as far away from him as possible. The queen on the other hand... Even though Isabelle found her to be a little scary, she respected the fact that the queen was able to face the public and wasn't exactly scared to stray away from the grounds of the mansion... Not that the king was, he was just too precautious and that was never good.

With that in mind, Isabelle stood there staring up at the manor. A pretty red dress clinging to her body, ruby red shoes to match, and her fiery hair flowing freely. The necklace she was wearing had been given to her by the queen when she had moved into the mansion to live with the monarchs, who were now like adoptive parents to her, and the mask that she clung to in her right hand had belonged to her real mother. The only thing that Isabelle had of hers. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she put the mask on, letting it cover as much of her face as it could as she walked up to the doors to what she had to think of as her home. True, she hadn't been seen here in a while, in fact she hadn't even been in town that much, but with her being the queen's progeny and for all purposes her adoptive daughter, she could hardly not think of this place as her residence. The queen herself had demanded she live there after all.

Her eyes flickered around as she finally stepped into the building, switching off her emotions as she did so. Whilst out of town she had learnt, from one of her kind, that they had the ability to shut down all emotions and become as cold as many people believed. That was exactly what she had done now. She had completely shut off her emotions and intended to make the monarchs proud for once. The familiar scents of her surroundings and the staff caught her attention first, then came the foul smell of the wolves that had been invited, and then finally came the scent of the monarchs. Her eyes gazed over to where they were and for a few seconds she watched them talk to the security before she glided swiftly into the crowd so that she wasn't noticed. For now she would blend in as one of the guests.

Her outfit: here

[visceral]

Vis had waited to make an official scent of the ballroom that they were entering until the staff told them they could proceed inside. Wjen he did, it made him almost breathless. It was not the scent of vampire that he found slightly offensive, nor the cloying aroma of his own kind, not even the humans or things other than that in the room. To his 'sight' t was everything mixing and flowing in a beautifully colored arangement that made his breath hitch in slight awe. He had never seen this kind of melding before, and he kind of liked it. Each scent was distinct at it's source of course, but a bit further towards the ceiling it was melded and flowing like currents in a river.

After a few moments, so as to let Arrow get a good look at what he couldn't see, he moved them forward, further into the room. Each time he picked out that one of his Pack was here, he sent slightly calming and reassuring feelings to them through their bonds together. He wanted them all to know that they were safe, and also to let them know that violence would not be tolerated if one of the pack instigated it. Once he had sent reassurances to his people it was time to mingle. Leaning toward his date he whispered close to her ear, in a tone that would only be audible to those with supernatural hearing about thirty feet away "Arrow my dear, would you mind guiding me through the rounds so we can mingle a bit? Then maybe past the food... I'm starving."

[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

After a few minutes of cajoling, Prue gave in and walked with Morrison to get them both of drinks. She was afraid of letting him anything alcoholic, since she knew too well how he was when even slightly drunk, but his whining was worse than him when he was buzzed. Only after they had moved across the room to the bar did she realize that he might just be planning on trying to get himself kicked out so that he didn’t have to suffer this anymore. If that was the case, then she’d kick him out herself before he got too unruly, not wanting him to end up in a worse situation than just having to leave. God, she thought, watching him sip at his vodka as they slowly moved to the edge of the room, it’s like looking after a toddler sometimes.

At least the drink had shut Morrison up. He was too concentrated on getting as much alcohol into his system as possible, though without drawing any attention to himself. If he found himself a pretty girl and Prue was alright with going off on her own, then he could ogle over her for the rest of the time he had to be there and the night might not feel like a complete waste of time. But he figured that it would quite a task finding any woman that had come here alone. It was strange for a man to show up to a dance alone, yet for a woman it was just seen as sad. Not that this thought lasted long in his head when he picked up an awfully familiar scent.

The wolf stopped in his tracks and slowly turned to the side so they could walk away from a man that he really didn’t want to see at the moment. However, Prue grabbed a tight hold of his arm to keep him in place. “What?” she asked, slightly alarmed by the look on his face. “The reason for my last visit to the hospital,” he said quietly, not daring to turn and see if Levi had spotted him. The human’s expression relaxed and now she looked slightly annoyed at him, though that was nothing new. “Come on,” she sighed, “he can’t do anything to you in here. Besides, you said he was a...” She waved her hand vaguely, feeling like she’d seem crazy if someone heard her talking about werewolves. “And if he’s teaching Iivan.”

Morrison turned his eyes to glare down at her and started to pull at her arm, trying to get her to move back the way they’d came. “No, Prue,” he groaned, getting a little anxious. She was already scanning the crowd for this Levi character. “I just want to meet him,” she said, “Iivan’s landed you in the hospital plenty of times and look how you two turned out.” Not wanting to leave his friend alone yet unable to get her moving, Morrison let out a resigned huff and glanced briefly behind him. Sadly, Levi was still there. “Is that him?” the human asked, “standing with a little girl, right?”

“Prue,” the wolf sighed, making a face as she lifted a hand to wave the man over, “don’t.” Morrison hoped Levi would just ignore him, as unlikely as that was.

[ARROW KATRINA CONWAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100%,true][atrb=cellPadding,15px,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/11uul8l.jpg] Stand in the rain, STAND YOUR GROUND, STAND UP WHEN IT'S ALL CRASHING DOWN. JUST STAND THROUGH THE PAIN AND YOU WON"T DROWN. Alone in this fight with herself and her fears whispering if she stands she'll fall down. Arrow's nose wrinkled at the smell of the vampires, but once she got around the stench she found the scents of her pack. At first she was a bit surprised, she didn't know Levi and Emile would be there. But she had to admit, as much as she wanted to have Vis to herself, it calmed her to know they were there. "Sure, how about we stop and check on Levi and Emile first, then we can eat." She nodded, even if she knew he couldn't see it, and started walking towards Levi and Emile's Scents. When she finally caught site of them she only just stopped herself from bursting out laughing when her eyes landed on Emile. Her body shook with silent laughter and she squeezed Vis' Arm gently before leaning closer to explain. "Emile...is um, wearing a dress, a Pink one...with a bloody Hockey mask." She told him, struggling to keep her cool. When they finally made their way to Levi and Emile Arrow had herself under control and she let go of Vis for a small bit to Hug Levi Emile and wipe at the dried blood on his mask. " Hey Levi, Hey Emile. You could have at least washed the Blood Off Emi... But I do like the outfit, Only you could pull it off though!" She told the boy affectionately. She gave Levi a small smile and put her arm through Vis' once more. Before she could say anything else she tilted her head to the side a bit and sniffed the air. "Hey.. do I smell?... Morrison?" She said suddenly, looking around the crowd from him. 'He's wearing a mask Dummy, there's no way you're going to be able to find him unless you sniff him out.' she thought, rolling her eyes at herself. arrow;; Twenty Three | Werewolf | Straight | Single notes;; lyrics from Stand in the rain by Super chick credits;; post template by vitriol of on the edge.

[EMILE PETER AVAANT]

Emile turned at the familiar voice of Arrow and squealed, rushing over and hugging her tight before she had a chance to hug him. He then turned and hugged Vis too, before stepping back as she rubbed his mask and realized she probably wouldn't be able to get it off.

"Its fake blood! But I kinda slipped and poured a lot more on than I meant to..."

He giggled, before gasping as he took them both in. They where really dressed up and so pretty! Or in Vis' case he didn't look so rugged and untamed, which DID kinda suck, but now he looked all smart!

"Wow! You two look so pretty! You suit being dressed up!"

He smiled. They really did suit it - unlike him and his mortal enemy, the Tuxedo. He glanced around the crowd before he span on his heel, the dress flowing out as he grinned. He did feel much more comfortable in it than anything a man might wear to such an occasion, and he looked just right that he passed very easily as a girl - he suited it better, actually.

"I love this dress! Its so pink and happy. And its JUST my size too! But thank you Arrow..."

He blushed, before he cocked his head. Morrison? He didn't know who that was, but clearly Arrow did. He turned to where she was facing and scanned the crowd to try and see who it was. Which, naturally, made no sense as he didn't know which scent to lock onto. He turned away and snuggled back into Levi, taking in his scent and drawing comfort from it. His family was here, and he was glad that they where. He felt much more at ease - a little slice of canine heaven, if you will.

[levi]

Walking around, Levi began to wish that alcohol could still affect him. It was downright unsettling to be in a room that was slowly filling up with people and, unless he wanted to go dancing, there really wasn't anywhere to go. So, drawing on his years of experience, Levi just grinned and bared it, making polite small talk and sniffing out the vampires, looking for any newcomers. He was in the middle of following a scent, when a sudden wave of calm washed over him. Smiling, although this time mentally, Levi sent out a happy vibe as a way of thanking Vis. He still didn't like the crowd, but he could deal with it better now. Pack bonds were far better than any alcohol.

A familiar scent wafted in on the evening breeze as the front door was opened, and Levi turned, trying to look down into the crowd to spot Emile. He wasn't sure what the young wolf was doing here or how he'd arrived, but it would be good to have a familiar face that wasn't on a date. His pleased smile broadened and developed into a low chuckle as he began to see Emile. Emile had always looked somewhat androgynous, but it was still hilarious to see the young boy in a pink dress and a blood stained mask. He pulled it off, to give him credit, but it wasn't what Levi would have picked out for him.

"I think I'm going to die in here. It stinks!"

Emile pressed in close to Levi, and the big man put a comforting arm on his shoulders. Levi could feel Emile's body shaking and smell the subtle stench of sweat, not that it was pronounced enough for a human to notice, so he figured that Emile must have walked or run in order to get to the ball. Levi grinned and whispered a slightly off topic reply in the same low voice,

"Where'd you get the dress? I could have sworn I cleaned out my wardrobe. And what did I tell you about killing people?"

Speaking again, this time a little more seriously, Emile mentioned how harrowing his trip had been, all those trees and nasty escaping rabbits. Levi patted him on the shoulder and said,

"You should've told me you were coming. I'd have given you a lift regardless of whether I was coming or not."

Levi was still sorting out the various scents, and he caught one that would have made his hackles go up if he'd been a wolf, Morrison. Sighing so lowly that he was almost inaudible to himself, Levi let his body relax even more. He wasn't here to start a fight, or to have a stand off, he was here to keep a low profile and help keep Arrow and Vis out of trouble. All he had to do was avoid getting too close and everything would be dandy.

"Hey Levi, Hey Emile."

Smiling, Levi raised his champagne glass at Arrow and Vis in greeting. He'd heard and smelt them approaching, but he'd been so busy forcing himself to relax that he'd only just managed to turn around when they showed up. Arrow bent down and wiped some of the excess blood off Emile's mask, commenting on his dress. Levi was distracted, hearing hearing bits and pieces of a conversation between a woman and Morrison. Iivan's name and the mention of training had caught his ear, and now it sounded as though his lady friend wanted to come and have a chat. He looked away from Arrow and Vis, searching for the source of the conversation. And so, when Arrow asked if she could smell Morrison, Levi unconsciously let out a sight before he replied.

"Yep."

Levi finally got a fix on where the voices were coming from, and confirmed the source by looking at Morrison. The red headed bastard might have been wearing a mask, but Levi could tell who he was by his build and the way he moved. Yep, that was him alright. The lady next to Morrison waved at Levi, indicating that he should come over but, with his pack next to him, Levi wasn't going anyway. He waved back, but stayed where he was. If Morrison's lady friend wanted to chat to him, she'd have to come over herself. Hopefully Morrison would have a modicum of sense and stay away from the pack. Levi didn't trust his wolf that much.

[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

“Come on you,” Prue sighed, snatching up Morrison’s hand and dragging him back the other way.

The were dug his heels in for a moment, half of him wanting to rip away from the woman and run out of the building, but what was the worse that could happen? Levi might try to attack him, but he was surrounded by three other weres by now and certainly the guards would be able to handle him if he got out of control. Hopefully it would be a short meeting and it would make Prue realize that he really shouldn’t be here. It still hurt for him to breath and she’d thought it was a good idea to let him come into contact with more vampires than he’d ever wish and now she wanted him to socialize with the man who’d had him unable to use his arms for a week. Crazy bitch.

He’d humor her at least. “Fine,” Morrison huffed, yanking his hand away from her grip and following her willingly enough through the crowd.

“Hello,” Prue greeted the group of weres as they approached. Her eyes drifted over Arrow, Vis, the child, and then settled on Levi. “Prue Stuart,” she said, offering her hand for the man to shake.

Morrison meanwhile had shifted around to the woman’s other side, farthest from Levi, so that they weren’t directly across from each other. He acknowledged the Australian only briefly, his eyes flicking to his face then back away so he could concentrate on the other three weres, two of which he was on slightly better terms with and the other he’d never met. “Arrow,” he greeted her, a sheepish smile flitting over his lips. “Visceral,” he said the other man’s name a bit more subdued. At least the blind were had never attacked him, just destroyed his house, and he had some sense in his head. Some.

Turning his eyes to the girl at Levi’s hip, ignoring the man almost completely of course, he forced a kind sort of smile onto his lips. The four of them were so strange together as a pack, it didn’t seem like any of them would have gotten to know one another under normal circumstances, but if it worked for him, then he wasn’t going to judge. “I’m Morrison Whelan,” he told the child, “who’re you?” He was never quite sure how to speak to children, though he supposed that was well enough, and he couldn’t be sure that the girl was as old as she looked; werewolves did age incredibly slow.

[EMILE PETER AVAANT]

Emile turned at the female voice; always ready to greet new people. Actually, all things considered he was probably the most socially acceptable person in the pack for meeting others. He stepped forward - away from Levi - and waved happily.

"Hello Pr-"

Then Morrison spoke and everything shattered. It was like a switch had been flipped somewhere deep in Emile's mind; a wall he'd built up to cage in something very dark. In that second, everything he'd fought to repress spilled out - he couldn't help it. The accent had surprised him and shattered any barrier he had.

The pack bonds rippled with pure and utter terror and sadness as Emile stumbled backwards, ripping his mask off as he started to sob, frantically crawling away and cowering behind Levi's legs, clinging to them so hard it'd probably be painful. he was shaking so hard it looked like he was going into a seizure as his eyes ran in an utter flood with tears.

"NO! NO I WON'T LET YOU! NOT AGAIN! NO! I ESCAPED YOU! GO AWAY GO AWAY! DON'T TOUCH ME!"

He screamed, turning heads from all around as he buried his hands in his face and continued to cry, fingers sinking so hard into his face he drew small pricks of blood.

Then Morrison wasn't there anymore. It was his old Alpha, leering at him with the expression he always had before he did something bad; in perfect detail.

Cum on nigh emi! oi promise yer dis won't 'urt~

Emile sobbed more as he shook his head violently, backing away now in a blind panic, but he couldn't find it in him to stand. He crawled a distance away - the crowd parting - before he lay face down and sobbed his eyes out, shaking again.

[levi]

The woman sighed and began to drag Morrison over. Despite his wolf's hostility to Morrison, an animosity that Levi mostly didn't share, Levi had to smile at the sight of the woman dragging a reluctant Morrison along and wondered if they were a couple or just old friends. The smile faded away to a slightly upturning of the corners of Levi's mouth as Morrison pulled his hand free from the woman and trailed behind her. Levi could understand Morrison's reluctance to come into contact with Levi, but he was curious as to why the woman wanted to say hello. It was probable, given the fact that she'd noticed him and wanted to come and say hi, that she knew about werewolves and that Levi had done a number on Morrison, so he wondered why she wanted to meet him. Did she want to question him about what had happened? Yell at him? Ask for his side of the story? Or was she trying to mend bridges? Until she came closer, Levi couldn't tell. Her body was partly obscured by the other party goers, and he didn't have her scent yet.

“Hello"

Well, that was positive. So far it didn't seem like he was about to get yelled at. Levi smiled an easy going smile at her and, quite deliberately, Morrison. His wolf was making its intense dislike of Morrison known, but Levi's body language was still very relaxed. Only the wolves would ahve picked up on the hostility between the two wolves.

"Hey."

The woman looked around at all of the group as she approached and, on reaching the group, finally settled her eyes on Levi and introduced herself. Levi noticed that Morrison had moved so that he was on the woman's other side, away from Levi, and Levi gave him a quick glance before he replied to the woman. Morrison knew the others, and their relationship wasn't nearly as hostile.

“Prue Stuart.”

Smiling pleasantly, Levi shook the offered hand firmly, although not too firmly, and gave his own name in reply.

"Levi Pratten. I take it that you're a friend of Morrison's?"

The night might have turned out okay after all, except that Morrison's voice triggered an emotional outburst in Emile, the likes of which Levi had never seen, or felt, before. Fear and terror shot through Levi as Emile began to scream and sob with terror. It played on his own fears and, for a brief instant, he had a paranoid fantasy that Morrison was here with a gun to get revenge. He'd probably have taken a step or two forward, with enough hostility to put Morrison on edge, but Emile suddenly clung to Levi's legs. It was a painful feeling, and Levi almost fell over from his almost-attempt at going after Morrison.

Vis must have used the pack bonds to send out some reassuring feelings, because Levi suddenly stopped worrying about Morrison and started worrying about Emile. The poor boy was sobbing, yelling something at Morrison. Something suddenly clicked in Levi's mind and he realised that Emile's old Alpha had been Irish too, and that Morrison's voice must have set Emile off. He tried to turn, but Emile was holding on too tight. TWisting around, awkwardly, Levi tried to pat Emile reassuring on the head, saying, "It's okay, Em, it's okay, that's not him."

That didn't seem to have done the trick, because Emile let go of Levi and began to crawl desperately away, crying pitifully. By now, Levi looked distressed, pained and panicked by Emile's reaction. It was his fault, he should have known that Morrison's voice might have set Emile off, and he'd had a good reason to keep Morrison away. And so the normally careful Levi hurriedly went after Emile, almost slipping on the discarded mask.

"You're safe Em, it's not him. You're safe!"

Emile stopped and Levi knelt down next to him trying to gently pick him up. He wasn't entirely sure if his being a male would set Emile off again, but he wanted to reassure him, to hug tell him that there was nothing wrong. Right now, though, he was going to have to settle on getting Emile up into a kneeling position and seeing if he could get her fears under control. Hopefully Arrow would help. She'd be good at giving the reassuring hugs that Emile needed.

"It's okay Em, you're safe. You're safe," Levi whispered, tears welling up into his eyes. He just hoped that Emile wasn't going to be undergoing constant nightmares now that the bad memories were back.

[ARROW KATRINA CONWAY]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,100%,true][atrb=cellPadding,15px,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0px,true][atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/11uul8l.jpg] Stand in the rain, STAND YOUR GROUND, STAND UP WHEN IT'S ALL CRASHING DOWN. JUST STAND THROUGH THE PAIN AND YOU WON"T DROWN. Alone in this fight with herself and her fears whispering if she stands she'll fall down. Arrow smiled at Emile's complement and proudly looked Vis over " I did good didn't I?" She teased, reaching up and straightening his suits collar. She couldn't help but smile, she was here with her pack, it didn't matter that there were vampires around them. As long as she had her Pack she'd always know that she was being looked out for, that they cared and loved her, and she them. She thought, glancing at Levi, No matter how much some of them got on her nerves. She turned back towards Morrison's scent and saw a woman practically dragging him across the room towards them and she smiled at them both. She wanted to step up and introduce herself but she knew she and to be careful. Last time her and Morrison had met She'd made a mistake in putting on some of Morrison's clothes covering herself in his scent. She hadn't known that was a break in protocol because to a wolf it was like saying she belonged to him, and she had been suffering from hypothermia at the time. So she knew she had to tread carefully where Morrison was involved for the time being. Arrow also noticed that both Levi and Morrison were on edge, Morrison more so then Levi. She looked between the two, a puzzled expression settled on her face as she watched their body languages and scents. Arrow was about to introduse herself to the woman to break the tension when Emile screamed. She jumped up, surprised. As his emotions flooded through her, locking her muscles in fear and shock. She squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to move. Emile, she had to get to him, The poor boy was scared beyond anything she'd ever seen. "Emile!" She called out after him, finally gaining control of herself she dropped to her knees next to Levi, her eyes wide as she took in his pain and fear. Thank God Levi had been there while she had been locked in place. "Levi, I've got him." she told him softly, gathering Emile in her arms, putting her hand on the back of his head so that his face was pressing lightly against the crook of her neck as he wept. "Emile, Emile Shhh. Shhh, I've got you Sweet heart. Its alright." She cooed softly, not caring that they were surrounded by others, all she cared about was the boy in her arms. From what Emile was feeling and what Levi had said she understood what had Emile so upset. He had told her briefly about his first alpha. "Its not him, He isn't here. You're safe. Vis and Levi and I are here, We are your pack." She ran her fingers through his hair and made soft calming noises, pulling on the pack bonds to calm him and let him see that he was safe and loved as she hugged the boy to her. She trusted Vis and Levi to protect the two of them while she left herself completely open and vulnerable to any attacks from the vampires while she sat in the middle of the Ball room and comforted Emile. arrow;; Twenty Three | Werewolf | Straight | Single notes;; lyrics from Stand in the rain by Super chick credits;; post template by vitriol of on the edge.

[CORBIN ROSE HALLOWAY]

The ball seemed to be going rather well. After talking with her husband and the guards Corbin slowly made her way around the ballroom greeting each of her guest. It was hardest to socialize with the wolves and shifters in her opinion. Corbin could feel the tension just oozing from their pores as she tried to say nothing but kind things (although she had to suppress a few growls). Her fangs might have been slightly off putting to some that she had greeted but it wasn't something she could exactly control being so close to natural enemies.

The stigma attached to being what she was wasn't necessarily a good one unless you happened to be a fang banger. She saw several men looking her over much to the dislike of the king and she didn't have to read minds to know what they were thinking as they eyed her fangs. Corbin just merely rolled her eyes as she made her way through the crowds.

She had just gotten finished talking to a group of witches when she heard the shrieks of Emile. Her head turned along with many others to see a boy (who could just as well pass as a girl) fall to the floor in his pink dress as he burst into tears. The strong stink of weres coming from that corner told her it must have been a pack that was now hovering around the boy trying to comfort him. She wasn't exactly sure what was going on but she honestly didn't care. She didn't like how already her ball was being disrupted...and by wolves to top it all off.

"Is there something wrong here?" she said rather sternly as she took off her mask and locked eyes with Arrow. She was sure the wolves might have been surprised by her sudden appearance, but vampires were known for their speed. The last thing she needed was some pack issue keeping her guests from enjoying themselves. He eyes wandered around to Levi, Vis, Morrion, and Pure before she locked eyes with the disturbance himself Emile. "You probably shouldn't be out this late anyway. I suggest you rest and let the other guest enjoy the rest of their evening. I'm sure whatever it is can wait and work itself out later." she said with a slight hiss. There was no signs of the weak and vulnerable queen at that point. She was who she was supposed to be. Aggressive and letting her instincts take control. She had tried to give the mutts a chance, that is why she had invited them in the first place but now she was regretting that decision.

OOC - Heath will be posting next as requested

[HEATHCLIFFE RYAN HALLOWAY]

The ball was possibly one of the best ideas that his wife had ever had, besides being with him of course. It was going rather well, with Heathcliffe walking around talking to people and occasionally making sure that his staff were keeping on top of everything. He couldn't have the guests getting upset now, could he? A smile was on his face as he wandered through the crowds, pleased with the event. The queen was definitely going to have a treat later for doing a wonderful job. Not that she didn't get a treat every night. the thought of that made him chuckle slightly, the only thing cutting him of short being the sight of his wife's progeny and their, for all intents and purposes, daughter hiding amongst the people. Heathcliffe had to wonder if Corbin knew about this.

It turned out that Isabelle was the least of his problems right now, as he heard one of the guests screaming. His head quickly snapped to the side so that he could get a look at the situation, his eyes fixing on a person that seemed to be consumed by fear. The scent coming from that area wasn't hard to guess but the fact that a wolf was screaming made him curious. He scanned the scene as what he believed to be the young wolf's pack gathered around him, the situation making him more and more curious by the second. Then his wife stepped into the picture and even he knew that meant bad news, unless her human emotions were getting in the way of course, the queen was a pretty badass vampire when she needed to be and the fact she was involved meant that this was trouble.

As the queen began to speak Heathcliffe slowly made his way over, the crowds parting like the red sea as he walked towards them. His head was lifted high, his eyes dark as they fixed on the group of wolves, and his hands placed by his sides, not yet forming fists but getting there. Heathcliffe wasn't aware of the situation and he wasn't going to judge but his wife had put a lot of preparation into this ball and if she was upset or angry then so was he. No matter what, the king was always going to take her side. It was as Corbin began talking to the young wolf that almost looked like a female that Heathcliffe finally got to where they were, a slight frown on his face as he put a hand on his wife's shoulder, assuring her that he was there. "I hope that there isn't a problem gentlemen," he said to all the males there before focusing on Arrow and nodding his head politely, "and lady." A frown seemed to grow as he looked at each one of the wolves once more before focusing on the young one, "i'm not in a position to judge, I don't know the situation," Heathcliffe looked at Levi and Arrow as they seemed to be the first people that had tried to reassure Emile, "but I would suggest that you take the young one to a quiet place and calm him down so that we can all get back to having a good time. Feel free to go out into the gardens if that is of any help."

[EMILE PETER AVAANT]

As Arrow scooped him up he clung to her for dear life. Her words started to hit him and he whimpered, but stopped the sobbing. He buried his face into the crook of her neck as he suddenly became aware that he was in the presence of the people who owned this place. He wasn't fearful of them - actually he didn't CARE for them - but he looked up and met first the woman's eyes, then the males.

"I... I'm sorry for making so much noise."

He stammered out to them, still shaking heavily. He didn't expect them to know why he was so traumatized but he had to explain, for risk of the night being ruined. He knew things where strained - his nose told him that even if his mind was clouded.

"It won't... happen again."

He breathed, and nestled his head back in the crook of Arrow's neck, not crying but still shaking slightly. He didn't want to ruin the night, but he was still unable to really form conscious thoughts. He didn't want to ruin the night for Arrow or Vis, so he slowly let himself free of Arrow, smiling thinly at her.

"I... I don't want to ruin your night Arrow. I just need some fresh air."

He smiled - though forced - before bowing his head, picking up his mask and walking briskly out the back door into the gardens. He stumbled down the large steps and along the gravel path, before he sat on the first bench he came to - and then he started to cry again. Softly this time, not loud or anything, but he was clearly in more distress than he wanted to feel.

His fingers tightened on the mask as he took a deep breath and looked up at the stars, eyes flickering across them - but he couldn't find any comfort. He knew the man in there wasn't his old Alpha, but he knew he was still out there somewhere. The man who had... done so much to him in his time there. Things Emile would never ever admit to - he couldn't face them without possibly breaking himself in the process.

Singing always helped him feel better. Thus he let his gaze flicker back to the stars and began to sing - his small voice echoing across the large expanse of gardens that where soaked in night like a blanket. It was actually quite beautiful; more fitting for a girl to sing but he let it go anyway.

"Wait a minute
Can't you see what this pain has done to me
I'm alive, but I'm slippin'
What you see, I cannot see
And maybe you'll think before you speak

I'm alive
For you I'm awake
Because of you I'm alive
Told you I'm awake
Swallowing you

Take a second
Turn your back on me and make me believe
It's safe to say you're never alive
A big part of you has died
And by the way
I hope you're satisfied..."

He broke it off there as his voice faded into the night, tears rolling down his cheeks as he stifled back a sob, lapsing into silence once more he tugged gently at the hem of his dress.

((The song is ASLEEP BY GODSMACK))

[BUFFY JUDAS DIOR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://www.ohlalamag.com/.a/6a00e54fb7301c883401348327fd1f970c-800wi); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] TASTE ME, drink my soul “No, but that is kind that you remember that.” Buffy told the older gentlemen he’d never seen before. He was commenting on one of Buffy’s ballet routines. It was nice to think about those days but he limited it to a minimum since he could no longer practice the art. He was trying desperately to get out of this conversation when he heard a shout. He turned from the man and looked to the source; it was a little girl in the middle of a crowd of older peers. Buffy watched them for a second, trying to make his way over to the little girl but everyone was around them and he couldn’t get through. “Is he alright?” he asked someone but they ignored him. “Excuse me…” Buffy told the man and pushed through to the middle of the room where they were. “Is he alright?” He asked the girl standing next to the little girl. But he didn’t have time to wait for an answer as two vampires strolled over. Buffy wasn’t thinking that his Fae scent might give him away at all. He was too worried about the girl. The two vampires he knew right away were the King and Queen. Buffy looked around the room to see if anyone was bowing and was unsure as to if he should. The Queen was absolutely gorgeous in her dress as well as the King in his attire. It was weird to think of the vampires having a Queen and King, but he guessed they needed some authority. He listened as they talked and turned back to the little boy, who he first thought was a girl. Not that it was easy to tell. Buffy read his mind and saw the images of what was freaking him out, he snapped his walls back up immediately and blinked several times. You’re safe… Buffy fed into him. Buffy scent was pure at the moment, giving the wolves in the room some relaxation. He didn’t know that he could do this or how but he was just trying to calm the boy down. He was still standing behind the other pack members but he was close enough to see. He looked back at the Queen and King and because they were there he did not take off his mask. Smelling a Fae is one thing but seeing who the Fae was was another entirely. He didn’t want to have anyone know his identity so they could stalk and eventually kill him. He turned back to the boy who was leaving now and went to follow him. He looked at the man who stood in solid, masculinity seemed to sweat off of him. He looked as though he was some sort of leader and he looked oddly familiar. With the mask on, Buffy could not tell who he was though and determined that he was done reading the thoughts of others for the night. The little boy, Em-something, was a special case. He waited til the Queen and King were done speaking and then followed Emile outside to the gardens. It wasn’t until he was out there that he thought maybe the Queen and King might of smelled him but it was too late now. He walked up behind the boy and listened to his song, smiling, his arms folded over his chest. Then he walked towards him and stood behind him. “Are you alright?” He asked. “I believe I owe you a thank you…” Buffy said. show me all the things I shouldn't know there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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