The Royal Ball [OPEN]

[EMILE PETER AVAANT]

Like all Canines, Emile relied heavily on his sense of smell for a lot of things - and at the scent Buffy gave out, it was as if nothing mattered anymore - the sadness and grief he felt abruptly melted away, as did much of everything else. It was a hard feeling to describe but the little Were wanted more of it.
He turned in his seat and abruptly pounced on Buffy, knocking him onto the hill behind the bench and straddling his stomach in a way that to look at would be much too uncomfortable. As it was, all Emile wanted was to take in more of that scent that made it all go away. The Wolf child pressed himself against Buffy, sniffing up the side of his throat and into his hairline.

Emile rumbled deep in his chest and opened his mouth from where he was sniffing under Buffy's chin and pressed his teeth into the nape of his throat - in a position that if he wished, could easily mean in death for the Fae. It was several long seconds before Emile let his throat go with a contented noise, running his face up the side of Buffy's own.

As he reached Buffy's ear he began to sing softly, hands clutching the older boy's shoulders.

"Hey there, Father
I don't wanna bother you
But I've got a sin to confess
I'm just 16 if you know what I mean
Do you mind if I take off my dress?"

He giggled slightly as he finished, hands moving up to grip Buffy's face - now his eyes could be seen, and he honestly looked high as anything. His pupils where dilated and his breathing was heavy as the boy's eyes flickered down to Buffy's mouth, and as he inhaled another wave rolled through him. He leaned closer and abruptly locked his lips on the older boy's for several moments, purring contently before he sat up again, an adorable smirk on his face.

"I remember you... from the woods, right?"

Emile purred - he was off his tree right now from the influence Buffy had, but it was still sort of adorable. His eyes flickered all across Buffy as he leaned in once more, nestling his head in the crook of the Fae's neck.

"You're too cute... and you smell soooo good... what are youuuu?"

[BUFFY JUDAS DIOR]

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[VALERIE ELIZABETH PORTER]

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You think I don't know,

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Val leaned over the counter towards the mirror of her small bathroom as she applied a thin line of eye liner to her top lid. She'd perfected the smokey eye look, and it would go nicely with her mask. Her eyelashes were long and stood out even with her dark gray tones of eye shadow. Val had had a bit of a tough time getting the thigh holster on her leg just right so that it wouldn't hinder her movements, but she had managed it after a brief struggle, then grabbed her badge and placed it there as well.

She couldn't help but get butterflies in her stomach when ever she thought of the ball and Kyle, though it was mostly Kyle. They had phenomenal chemistry, like none she'd ever experienced before, she couldn't help but react to him and trust him. She was excited about this new relationship, but at the same time she was also afraid. It was strange for her to trust someone so completely so quickly. Not only was she putting her life in his hands as his partner, but he was the sole person who knew of her abilities, and that knowledge, even if he didn't know it, gave him power over her. And even though she trusted him completely with that power, it was still very new and a but scary for her. She sighed and shook the thoughts from her head, Glancing at the clock. She only had a half an hour and she still needed to do her hair! Valerie rushed back into the bathroom and started working on curling her hair to submission.

She was just slipping into her shoes when the door bell rang and a thrill shot through her. "Its not a date, its surveillance. We are on the clock." She reminded herself as she walked towards the door, chanting it in her head. She placed her hand on the handle and took a deep breath, she was over reacting a bit...well, she was over reacting a lot. She needed to calm down and just remember that they were going to the Ball on police business, it wasn't a date, no matter how much she wanted it to be. She shook her head at herself and grinning as she opened the door for Kyle.

What kind of man you are,

But I can figure this one out on my own.

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Kyle had just finished getting ready, although elegance isn't something he did well. Kyle was wearing a simple black tuxedo, although it was a rather expensive one he himself had bought for the occasion. Kyle wasn't always cheap, he wanted to go all out for Val this evening, well at least as all out as he new how to go. Again elegance was not a strong suit of his, just look at his apartment. Kyle also had a little black mask to go with his tux, this was a masquerade ball after all. Plus he didn't want to be immediately recognizable as one of Jamerson Falls finest right away. Kyle slipped his badge into one of his pockets and affixed his gun in the shoulder holster he was wearing. His gun was loaded with silver rounds, just in case of any vampire violence.

Kyle headed outside to wear the limousine he had procured awaited. By procured Kyle meant that it was from police impound lot and the driver was another undercover cop. Officer Jensen was wearing a little chauffeur's outfit and had a little mask of his own, "Jensen, you look like Kato from the Green Hornet", Kyle said laughing a bit. Jensen laughed and replied with an explicative that Kyle could do to himself. But Jensen played the role of the driver and opened the limo's door to let Kyle in, then took his place in the driver's seat.

Kyle looked around and noticed the limo had been stocked with the extra stuff he had paid for out of pocket. He decided to let the champagne and chocolate covered strawberries sit on ice until he had picked up Val. Kyle had decided to also have a can of whipped cream placed in the limo... hey you never know he thought. Plus it would be funny. Kyle reached over and pushed the button that turned on the speaker so that he could talk with Jensen, "You know how to get to Porter's place right?" Jensen answered in the affirmative and off they went.

Kyle grabbed the dozen roses he had ordered as he got out of the limo, Jensen had opened the door for him which Kyle found hilarious, he was going to enjoy tonight just from that aspect alone. Jensen was wearing his mask so he hoped Val wouldn't recognize him, at least right away. They were still on the job tonight, but this was also totally a first date he thought, he wanted it to go perfect. Kyle slid his mask down over his eyes as he began to walk up to the front of Val's house. Kyle felt a little nervous as he approached Val's front door, this is a date, this is a date he reminded himself as a mantra in his head. Taking a deep breath, he reached out and rang the door bell.

[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

Perhaps this wasn’t so bad. Morrison could just smell the rage coming from Levi, but his expression was so vaguely polite, Prue as a human wouldn’t even be able to tell how much tension there was between the two. At least not until Levi tackled him to the ground, or something else ridiculous. He was actually rather glad, as strange as it felt, that the were had his entire pack there; they’d control him.

Prue, on the other hand, was not quite so concerned with what might happen between her friend and Levi, she was just there to make polite conversation. ”I take it that you're a friend of Morrison's?” She smiled softly, clasping her hands in front of her, and glanced briefly at the wolf at her side. “You could say that,” she said, “I’m actually his doctor, and I-“ That was when Emile started screaming, cutting the rest of her words off. For a moment, she tensed up with surprise but then her lips curled into an angry and worried frown as she looked over at Morrison, almost accusing him with her eyes. He’d been the one talking when the child suddenly went into hysterics and she hadn’t been watching him, he must have done something to upset the poor thing.

Morrison’s reaction to the situation was quite different and he was just able to stare, quite shocked at the child that was cowering behind Levi. “I, uh, I’m sorry,” he said, blinking around at the three weres and not noticing that his friend was glaring at him, “I didn’t mean...” He trailed off lamely, watching rather confused and partly horror struck as Emile crawled away from them, sobbing wildly. He couldn’t understand what in the world he might have done to elicit such an extreme reaction. All he could think of was that the child had mistaken him for someone else that had hurt him in the past and he knew how strong memories could be. Not that he could do anything to help.

Biting the inside of his lip, he stood uselessly in place as Levi and then Arrow ran after the child. He turned his eyes to Visceral and then to Prue, rather confused over everything. Maybe it was time for him to leave now, before he caused anymore damage. Hopefully his friend would agree and he turned to her to ask to leave but he froze at the scent that was approaching them. Emile’s fit had drawn the attention of the queen and she had come over to sort it out. Morrison did his very best to keep his face expression from contorting with extreme abhorrence and took a slight step back so that he wasn’t in the woman’s direct sight.

And it felt like barely a few seconds later when the king was by their group as well. Morrison had shifted his eyes to the ground, biting his lip hard to keep from making a face, or growling, or anything worse. He could feel the vampire’s eyes upon him, but he didn’t turn and look up, wanting to get out of there as soon as he was no longer the focus of anyone’s attention but Prue’s. He listened as it seemed the issue got sorted out, Emile telling them that he’d just go outside and let them get on with the ball. At least this got the king and queen to leave and he let out a relaxing huff, looking back up to survey the three other wolves. “I should probably leave now,” he said, ignoring Levi as he had been earlier and looking to Visceral.

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James had been spending far too long getting ready for this Ball held by the local vampires. When he finally looked presentable he left his apartment to greet the awaiting limo, hopefully he wasn't running late he thought to himself. James gave the driver of the white limo directions to Tinsley's place to pick her up. Tinsley was to be his date for the evening, she was a friend, well the only friend, James had made here in Jamerson Falls. Tinsley was a telepath James had met one day while at the beach, and since then has been trying to teach her some of the mental techniques he new to close off your mind. There were many harmful spells out there that could effect the mind and James was very adept at defending against them. James was also by extension able to keep his mind from being read by telepaths, which was probably a reason Tinsley spent time with him, she wouldn't have to worry about constantly reading James' thoughts. Mental training aside James was happy to know someone that knew he was a witch, it was refreshing to have a friend that knew his secret.

James pick up Tinsley and thought she looked very lovely tonight. "Wow, you look amazing tonight Tin, very elegant. And no problem, I have no reservations about escorting you tonight." Although there was the fact that James wished Lyn wasn't out of town, that way he could have escorted both women to the ball. James chuckled to himself at the thought it would have been awesome to show up with two dates for the evening. James insisted on opening the door to the limo for Tinsley, "Please, after you." This was going to be a fun night he thought, it had been a long time since James had attended an affair such as this, he was quite excited. Although he did have a few reservations about the number of vampires that would be attending. James has never met a vampire but the stories he had read in his families library. But James had long ago decided to judge vampires on a case by case basis as he met them. After all there were also plenty of stories about evil witches in a lot of those books too.

The limo arrived at the Halloway mansion and the limo driver open the limo door so James and Tinsley could get out. As James took in the sight of the mansion it very much reminded James of his family's estate back in Massachusetts. Tinsley seemed rather impressed by the place but when you grow up in a similar home I guess it doesn't have the same effect. "It is pretty big, I actually grew up in a place very similar to this, although between you and me, my family's place was bigger."

James followed Tinsley to the front door and waited as she handed a man their invitation, and they made their way to the ball room. Tinsley glanced around the room and asked James if he would save her a dance, "Of course I will, you are my date for this ball after all. That rhymed, sorry its an occupational hazard." James was joking of course, not every spell rhymed, well a lot of the ones in English did, but still. James looked back at Tinsley, she was eying the refreshments table. "Let me guess you want a drink. Don't worry I'm not reading your mind, although I do know a spell for that. But I always hated it, my grandmother used to always use it on me, she never trusted a thing I said growing up. That's one of the reasons why I'm so good at shielding my thoughts against telepaths. But anyways let me go get you a drink, what would you like?"

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[visceral]

Visceral shook his head to Morrison. You should stay, friend, I'm sure Levi will calm down. He did not understand why Levi would still feel animosity after beating Morrison. It should be left at that. Levi was more dominant, if just a little. His other hand snaked out and squeezed none too softly on Levi's shoulder as well. "Play nice you two, we have other troubles, and we don't need a fight between two grown wolves. Then he turned, away from both them and Emile.

Emile was just a big furry ball of trouble, one thing after another. His trouble was over so fast this time though, Visceral hadn't even gotten time to react. He hadn't been able to help Emile by reminding him of his more wolfish instincts of relying on the nose more than sight or ears. Instead she was up and being weird in a more normal way again. The crisis lasted long enough to attract the wrong kind of attention however, and Visceral was able to help by playing sentinel for the minute that it took for Emile to recover.

Clearing his throat, he faced those who had approached, fixing his gaze just above and to the left of the corpse's face. Their auras smelled of death, freshly turned soil, and old blood, but he ignored it the best he could and spoke softly, with authority in his voice. "Don't worry, He's already calming, and nothing like this will happen again tonight." The authority in his voice was meant for Emile, and but moments after he spoke, his statement was proven true. Emile calmed and started to wander off, singing.

He watched the progress of his smallest charge and he exhaled some of his breath through just his nose, as if he were expelling the scent from his nose, but of course it wouldn't expell it from his thoughts. He could not tell for sure, but he thought he smelled a touch of.. .Madness? He hoped he wasn't, but there were so many flavors of madness, one could never tell. It smelled nothing like the moonstruck rogues he had to put down back in his original territory, but Emi did smell a little off. Visceral's attention followed the pup for a while then turned back to all those that were gathered around the pack.

"My, apologies. Emi, can be a little... Off at times. He was shaking his head a little. His voice was still authoritative, but less actively so. Instead it was just his normal rumbling confident tones that rang out in the air around him. With a Sigh, he extended his hand toward the Vampire king." I am Visceral. Alpha of this rag tag pack." As he took another breath, he stiffened and retracted his hand. QUickly he turned and extended his senses outside, through the back door and into the night. His retracted hand came up then a single finger pointing toward the ceiling. "One second. I said nothing like that would happen again, our pup is making a different kind of trouble. I will be right back."

Turning on his heel, he strode with an unnatural fluid grace between, and in once case through clumps of talking people, until he was free of the building and in the back garden. Unerringly, he made his way to where Emi was violating someone. That someone turned out to be the changling they had saved a while back in their forest. Like before, Visceral's hand snaked out, shooting through the boy's curtain of hair to grasp the flesh on the back of his neck. Pulling with not unconsiderable strength, he hauled Emi backwards, away from Buffy and started walking, making Emi walk backwards until they were about thirty paces away from the other boy.

Disapproval and disappointment were flooding Visceral's particular link with Emile. It would not do to punish the rest of the pack with those two emotions coming from their alpha, so he had focused the feelings and sent them to Emile directly. His arm curled and he leaned down, face to face with Emile and used his voice to reinforce this particular punishment. "I need you to settle, pup. Stop causing troubles for us tonight. If you can not do that, you will need to go home to the den. Leave the poor Changling alone." The last was said in such a slight and rumbling whisper that he was sure that Buffy had not heard, He was not even sure that Emily would be able to hear and understand the special name he had used for Buffy.

Giving the pup one last shake he released him and straightened. He'd had enough of Emile's antics for one night, so for a second time, he turned on his heel. When he reached his former group, he was scenting the air, reading the emotions of those around him, hoping that he had not offended the pair of vampires. The pack was in their territory, not the other way around, and for once, he wished his wolves would behave. For just one night. It was not too much to ask was it? He did not think so. " Where was I? ahh yes. I am Visceral Uniam Chemagonish. Leader of the Napaski Wolves, and Alpha of this pack." His hand once extended, and he waited. Waited to see if the vampires were offended. Waited to see if Levi and Morrison would come to blows. Waited to see if Emile would start eating rats or something next. Gods, he hoped not.

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[EMILE PETER AVAANT]

Emile was so lost in his own world atop Buffy he didn't realize Vis had came up behind him and pulled him off by the nape of his neck as a wolf would a pup. His immediate instinct was to simply let him - as it had always been - and so he gradually watched Buffy grow smaller as he was marched away. He felt Vis touch his mind through the pack connection and channel his mental punishment to him.

"I need you to settle, pup. Stop causing troubles for us tonight. If you can not do that, you will need to go home to the den. Leave the poor Changling alone."

The boy rumbled in his chest a little, eyes flickering away so as not to start a direct challenge with his Alpha, but in his heightened hormonal state the punishment was simply getting his wolf's back up. Buffy was HIS, and being dragged away from him was not something Emile's wolf (however submissive usually) would tolerate anyone else doing, and it was only because of what Vis was that he controlled his temper. It didn't stop his fingers from curling into fists and him gritting his teeth, however.

As Vis turned and walked away Emile let the growl slip from between his teeth and turned to look at Buffy, then back into the party. He felt no desire to return to that crowded place anymore, and to go back to Buffy would incite further punishment, however tempting it would be to do so. Emile was rarely dominant but he desired that male more than anything at present. The idea rushed through his head, as did desire. He was not Alpha material but this was a little lower ladder than that; even a pack must have order and Emile was determined to make the Fae submit and become his own.

But with his Alpha so near, to do so would be foolish and brash however badly he desired it currently. Instead, the boy contented himself with sitting upon the grass and simply observing, eyes narrowed into hungry slits. There would be time, he knew.

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Michael regarded Samara rather coldly, "Samara." Samara was a witch and the oddity the King kept around for when he needed a blatant show of force. Michael was the King's right hand man as far as was concerned, and it was going to stay that way. The witch was far too unstable to be reliable for anything but scaring the locals into submission. Though Michael had to admit, she looked good in a dress. Michael doubted very much that her majesty the Queen appreciated Samara's presence. Michael listened to the King speak, "Of course your majesty. I would never want to perpetuate the blatantly false image of you being scared." Michael of course knew how absurd that notion was, the King was almost two-thousand years old, he doubted that there was much out there that could frighten his majesty. "Of course your majesty me and my men...", he glanced at Samara. "...will deal with any offending guests in an appropriate manner." The Queen then shot a glance at Michael and told him to keep an eye on the wolves, of course he had already planned on that. Damned werewolves were nothing but barbarian thugs, who didn't deserve to be allowed in the King and Queen's presence, but their majesties wanted to invite them as a show of good faith. "Of course your highness...", Michael told the Queen, "...I will watch them carefully."

As the ball got underway, predictably the uncouth werewolves began to cause a scene. Michael especially took notice when the Queen approached the pack. Michael got close to the group, enough to back up the Queen, but also to remain mostly unseen. Michael was prepared to snap the necks of the entire pack at once, right here on the ballroom floor. True it would be in front of the other guests, but Michael believed the King would forgive him a few dead werewolves, if it meant protecting his beloved Queen. Although that seemed like it would be unnecessary as the her majesty seemed to have things well in hand. Besides the commotion had attracted the attention of the King himself, and the King assisted the Queen in diffusing the situation. Still as their bodyguard Michael would stick close to them.

Michael listened as the pack Alpha began to speak, and as he spoke Michael already hated him, a lot. Even his name was stupid. Michael couldn't quite place it, but even the way the man talked irritated him. Michael considered killing the man outright, but alas he knew that would anger his liege, the King. No killing the damned werewolves tonight Michael told himself. Michael then glanced about to find Samara, hopefully that crazy, sexy, witch was nearby, actually doing her job. Sexy... where'd that come from? Oh, right Michael you happen to be really attracted to crazy. You need help he told himself.

[ERIC SAMUEL RODRIGEZ]

Throughout his life, Eric had read a few books on wolves and werewolf mythology. It was always said that Alpha's were the top dog, the ones to be obeyed and the ones that should be respected more than anyone else. That was exactly what he did when if came to the Alpha of the pack he was in. He respected Georgia and would be there to follow orders and protect her if needs be. They had met one night in the forest area of Jamerson Falls; Eric hunting a deer and, unknown to him, Georgia hunting the same prey. For some reason and through strange coincidence they had leapt at the same time and ended up colliding into each other. That was the start of things. Eric being the kind natured soul he was allowed Georgia to have the deer, her in return taking him in as Beta of the pack she was starting to form. The start to a beautiful friendship.

Of course, when Georgia had recently came up to him and said, in that amazing Scottish accent, that she wanted to go to a ball being hosted by vampires, he was curious, considering that the pack was supposed to hate vampires. Then again, he had gone against that rule anyway by befriending Maggie. He decided it was best to just go along with whatever plan the Alpha had rather than ask too many questions, he was sure that she would tell him in time. Eric trusted Georgia and he had heard stories about her life and pack in Scotland, he knew that any idea she had would be a good one. He would gladly escort her to the ball and be her date for the night.

So here they were pulling up in his car. He got out, walked around, and opened the passenger door for Georgia so that she could get out, just like any gentleman should. Then he quickly threw the keys to one of the staff so they could park the car in a suitable place for him. A smile was on Eric's face as he took hold of Georgia's hand, just so they looked like an actual couple, his eyes focusing on her as he spoke, "you look as beautiful as ever, that dress suits you." His cheeks got a little red as he blushed, his eyes quickly flickering away so he wouldn't draw much attention to himself, hoping that Georgia hadn't noticed his body language had changed, showing that he was a tiny bit nervous about being here with her. It was one thing to potentially ruin a friendship, it was another to annoy an Alpha. Then again, he wouldn't be surprised if she could tell what he was feeling anyway. "Ready to go into the house of the dead?"

[GEORGIA MICHELLE ROTH]

Georgia wasn't going to the ball to look pretty and dance. She was going because Jenn needed her to back her up. There was a reason the two of them where at the ball, and that reason was to get a good feel for what they were up against. Being surrounded by so many leeches was slightly unsettling but at least she would get a feel for the other wolves in the area. She was looking for fresh blood to be willing and able to join her back. She had heard word that a pack had already formed in Jamerson Falls and she wondered if she would get to meet them there at the ball. Georgia of course couldn't get too distracted, she was supposed to keep an eye on things so Jenn could make her entrance. Tonight would be the night they both would remember.

Georgia smiled as she stepped out of the car and her eyes met her trusted beta Eric. She allowed herself to blush as she took in his words. No matter what reason she was there for, she still didn't mind being complimented on her looks. She was a girl, wolf or not. "Thank you Eric...I worked hard to look all pretty for you." she teased with a slight laugh. He didn't look bad himself but she couldn't shake the feeling that he seemed to stink of vampire lately. It didn't matter at this point. As soon as they stepped out of the car she could smell the stink from within. "Well here goes nothing..." she said with a sigh as she tried to hold her breath as the two walked into the ballroom. She could sense that something had just occurred and she figured that it would be like her to miss something rather interesting. Her eyes scanned what looked like the pack of wolves talking with the king and queen themselves. "I think we just missed something." she whispered as her grip tightened around Eric's arm.

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It had been a long while since Brodir had attended a ball. Although that last ball had also been a masquerade ball. The masquerade ball seemed to be popular among Brodir's fellow vampires, perhaps it allowed them to be able to hide their monstrous natures from the world. Though more likely it allowed the vampires the opportunity to play a wolf in sheep's clothing as it were. In fact Brodir was just now completing his sheep's ensemble. Brodir was wearing a rather expensive black Italian suit with matching black dress shoes. Under the suits jacket Brodir wore a deep burgundy colored dress shirt, he personally liked the way the black and dark burgundy went together. Brodir then affixed his mask of choice over his face. It was a larger mask, that cover the vast majority of his face, hiding his features from the world. It was a masquerade ball after all, wasn't anonymity the point. Brodir finished his costume by donning a black hood and mantle, now he should be able to mingle through the ball without being immediately recognizable, while still standing out.

Brodir decided to drive for once tonight, it had been a week or two since he last drove his Aston Martin. Brodir paid a lot for the car, he really needed to get more use out of it. Which is hard to do when you have the ability to fly, flying is by far more convenient that driving a car, faster too considering the speeds at which Brodir can move. Brodir headed down to his assigned parking spot where his car was parked. He carefully removed the car cover from his vehicle and proceeded to fold it up. He then popped the trunk and then placed into it the neatly folded car cover. Brodir then unlocked the doors and slid into his car. Once he was comfortable Brodir started the engine, he always seemed to forget the simple satisfaction that came with hear the engine roar to life. Flying may be easier and faster, but driving did have its little pleasures. Brodir then took off and headed through the streets to the Halloway mansion.

Brodir had purposefully drove with both his mask and hood on, just to see the reactions of the other drivers. He wondered how many were actually aware the the monarchs' party this evening? Brodir eventually arrived at the Halloway mansion, pulling his car around to where the valets were stationed. Brodir stepped out of his vehicle and tipped the valet, he thought of telling the valet if he damaged the car in anyway he'd live to regret it, but he didn't. Brodir was certain the boy already knew that, and Brodir didn't want to add to the threats he may have already received.

Brodir entered the mansion and once passing through security, made his way to the ballroom. Brodir had only visited the Halloway's mansion once when he first arrived in town to announce his presence to the King and ask for his leave to reside in his domain. Brodir wondered if the King was yet aware of the events that transpired between the Queen and himself last night. Brodir decided not to worry about those events right now, besides he seemed to feel that night hasn't fully played itself out yet, strange.

Brodir managed to slip into the ball room mostly unnoticed, those that did notice him seemed to want to try to figure out who he was. There also seemed to be a small commotion going on centered around a bizarrely dressed little girl and a group of men, and a woman. The commotion was enough to grab the attention of the hosts of the party, the King and Queen. Brodir concentrated on overhearing the conversation, he managed to hear enough the the group of individuals was a pack of werewolves. Figures the ones to cause a ruckus were werewolves, they tended to be a rowdy lot. Although some werewolves tended toward the rude and uncivilized, the packs Alpha seemed to be well mannered enough though.

His pack mates might be a different story Brodir told himself, as the little girl once again began to cause a scene. This time centered on inappropriate touching of another. The little girl was most likely older than she appeared as werewolves tended to have a longer lifespan. It was then that Brodir recognized the young man whose personal space she was violating. It was none other than Buffy, a young telepath that Brodir was acquainted with. Brodir had begun to investigate Buffy's family and history, and some of the things he had said. There was something familiar about it all, but no that seemed impossible Brodir told himself. Brodir would continue his research until he found some solid proof. What he did know was there was something not quite human about the boy. Brodir looked back on the developing situation, Buffy looked uncomfortable with the girl, especially after she kissed him. Brodir smiled at Buffy's predicament, I wonder if the girl knew she was not Buffy's type.

Brodir turned his attention elsewhere now looking for what kind of refreshments they were serving for their vampire guests. Brodir inspected the blood that had been set out for them, it was chilled of course, other wise it would congeal. Brodir did notice however that it was actually human blood and not the synthetic TruBlood. Brodir wondered if any of the human guests realized this or wondered as to the source of the blood. Brodir filled a crystal goblet of some of the blood and began to drink it as he mingled. He wondered if anything else was to go on for tonight, if the monarchs had anything specific planned for the evening. We shall have to wait and see Brodir told himself as he drank from his glass of blood.

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You think I don't know,

Valerie's eyes widened and a smile appeared on her lips as she took Kyle in. "Wow, You clean up nice. You look great! Here, Come in, I just have to put on my mask." She told him, taking him into a quick hug, she would permit herself that much. Besides, didn't they need to look like a couple for the Ball? Light purple, which she associated with romantic and nostalgic feelings, swirled delicately around Kyle as she wrapped her arms around him and got a quick flash of his thoughts because of their contact. 'this is a date' She laughed at herself under her breath and turned her face towards him, giving him a peck on the cheek. Of course he would be thinking that! It relaxed her to know that they wanted the same thing, she had been thinking things through a little to much and making their relationship more complicated then it should be. God, she always seemed to take things the wrong way, even with the advantage of her clairvoyance.

Valerie picked up her mask and put it on, then smoothed her hands down her dress and looked Kyle over once more. He really did look amazing, the suit complemented his body nicely and the mask gave him a sort of mysterious feel. 'He's going to get mobbed at the ball.' she thought, only then did she notice the roses. Valerie gasped and took them into her arms, breathing in their scent with a happy sigh. "Wow, Kyle, they are beautiful! Thank-you!" she exclaimed, hugging him once more before pulling away towards the kitchen. "Let me go put these in water really quick, then we can be off." She told him, quickly finding a vase and filling it with with water to put the flowers in. She gave then one more quick smell then returned to his side. She was morn then a little nervous, she'd never been to a royal ball before, and it was her first date with Kyle, along with her having to be on the clock and watching out for any thing out of the ordinary. It was all a bit overwhelming, but she'd manage. "I'm ready when you are." she prompted with a smile.

What kind of man you are,

But I can figure this one out on my own.

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[ARROW KATRINA CONWAY]

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Emile looked up at Arrow as she approached. His instincts where rather quiet with her which allowed some normality to return. Unlike when Vis had reprimanded him, his Wolf didn't react with anger - or it did a little bit but there wasn't that 'male tension' as there had been with Vis; with Arrow it was a lot more motherly, and his wolf respected that.

"Emile, it is not wise to growl after the Alpha. "

Emile's immediate response was 'He shouldn't have tried to take him from me' but it wasn't voiced. Instead the boy responded with a soft snort, eyes flickering away to the ground. She was right of course but it wasn't that he was ANGRY at Vis so much as possessive over Buffy; the man he'd just claimed as his own. To be dragged away from him was an insult; only that Vis was the Alpha saving him from an open growl of annoyance in his presence.

"This ball is a very delicate situation and we can't afford you to start trouble with the Humans."

Emile looked up at her at that before glancing over to Buffy. HIS Buffy. He rumbled quietly in his throat for a few moments before he spoke.

"He isn't Human though. He doesn't smell like one. He smells good."

As a rule, the more instinctual Emile was the more adult the tone got; right now it was a little bit of both - Emile was still clearly a child but the words and how he put it forth was like someone older than he would do.

"We don't look at humans that way."

Her tone was soft and gentle but it didn't stop his wolf's anger from flaring at that remark. Emile knew she meant nothing by it but Emile couldn't quite suppress the way his eyes narrowed and his lip straightened. He managed to stop from snarling with some effort and instead looked up at her as he got up from his seat.

"But he's mine."

Emile replied, though it was clearly instinctual this time. It wasn't that Emile meant to seem so forceful; but the Wolf was in a one currently, and it was feeding off Emile's emotions and twisting them. The scent Buffy had certainly didn't help - actually it only added to that attraction.

"Why can't I have him Arrow? He should be mine. He is mine. Just because Vis is..."

His voice was hard and a little bit aggressive but he trailed off with a small growl, kicking the dirt. He hadn't meant that remark but he was clearly agitated at being in no position to exercise his instincts, and all because of some stupid party. His eyes flickered across Arrow's face.

He shook his head at her final remark and gave a warm smile, before walking after her as she went over to Buffy. He probably shouldn't have because his instincts kicked in the closer they got. He stood a foot or so behind Arrow, eyes flickering between them, clearly on edge.

As she extended her hand for Buffy, Emile couldn't help but step forward and rumble in his throat at the contact, curling his lips back. It wasn't a threat so much as a 'he's mine, Arrow' reaction from the Wolf, eyes narrowing as he balled his hands into fists. He looked to Buffy and his face softened for a moment, but the rumble didn't die.