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@nicolestueck
— BASICS
Name: Nicole Stueck Age / D.O.B.: 38; March 15th Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Cis woman, she/her, & bisexual Species: Werewolf Clan/Pack/Coven: Cerberus Pack Job position: Owner & Bartender of Heron Club Relationship status: Single Positive traits: charming, bold, loyal, perceptive, cunning Negative traits: paranoid, sinister, controlling, temperamental, impulsive
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closed starter for @nicolestueck when/where: the woods, full moon
Before she was a mother, Valka was a hunter. Valka has always been a hunter. And lately, she feels like folks have started to forget that.
The Fellowship has taken their fair share of blows lately. It started with Alejo. Then the Bookers. Countless others she's cared about. Hell, she isn't sure whether to keep a leash on Heron just to make sure she doesn't go off on her lonesome. The creatures of Port Leiry must feel mighty proud of themselves, as the hunters keep their heads down and lick their wounds.
She's tired of it.
Mother-hunter as she is, her child is a monster and she'll use him to hunt if she has to. They've tossed around the idea of using wolves and vampires to further their ends -- but it's a dirty idea that disgusts her in ways she can't articulate. Valka knows it's just a matter of time before more people she cares about -- good, human people -- are turned. Knowing your enemy is one thing, becoming them is another.
She craves blood, but she isn't a vampire. She eats prey, but she isn't a werewolf.
Even though she knows it might be a trap, Valka downs the brew she's been saving since the Masquerade, filled with some sort of witchy vigor. And she lets her wretched son take his transformation in the woods -- leading her right to his new pack. He wanted his mother's love? He could join the family business, and bring her wolves for the slaughter. She's the predator tonight.
She had prepared for the shift, as much as she could anyone. Had told Lilia to stay in her mansion, in the comfort of their room or in her club, away from the woods. Not that the vampire would ever step foot in the dirt, but Nic could see the worry in her eyes before every shift.
She had gone as far from the vampire's place as possible. Knowing her pack was somewhere in the are, an almost comforting feeling that they were within her reach despite the burning sensation in her skin, the strain in her muscles. She was sweating before it even began. She had made sure the bags for the pack were okay, the scent coming from them almost feeling like home, familiar, before meeting with the rest for the shift, a comforting hand pressing on Jude's shoulder as she reached him. A soft 'It will be okay' leaving her lips.
She had carried Diego for only a couple of minutes, trying to help at least distract the baby from the pain in his body before leaving him back in the comfort of his mother's embrace. A small smile on her lips that better resembled a grimace that she directed to Roan as well.
The shift had come as it always did, and through the pressure in her eyes and her own groans and cries, Nic had barely managed to hear the shifts happening around her. When she opened her eyes again, the night looked brighter and her mind wasn't her own.
It took a minute for the shift to settle, for the wolf to be in tune with her senses, sharper still in this form. Golden eyes fall on the younger wolves coming to be around her and she moves closer, feeling the grass and dirt beneath her paws. Before nudging one with her muzzle, a soft warning growl scratching her throat to get them to follow her. The wolf wanted to hunt, basking in the moonlight glow, a howl leaving her before sharp ears started scanning for movement. She took off deeper into the wood, confident the others would follow.
She moved the moment she caught Roan moving from the pack, ears up at the sudden movement. Blood already dripping from her muzzle. She only realized the others were attempting to follow when sharp eyes caught the sound of their movements, and with a fast turn and an angry growl, she warned them to stay put. Rushing to follow the young wolf.
The wolf came to a halt at the unfamiliar steps, a different scent reaching her nose making the hairs of her body stand to attention, her steps turning slow and cautious at the prospect of danger as she moved closer to the familiar scent of the young wolf. Golden eyes taking in the form of a human standing close to him. A dangerous growl leaving her muzzle, sharp fangs showing in anger.
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Oh, Daniel, don't say stupid things in such a stupid place, he thinks to himself as he sets the glass down, looking to the woman as he he lets out one big performative sigh. "Seems a little silly, just so you know - twenty-twenty-five and look at us, still drinking at separate water fountains - maybe we really are all monsters, huh?" Daniel sips again, pulls a plaintive (if also false) smile as he looks Nicole up and down. Somebody slams their fist down on the bar a seat or two down and he lets his eyes bug a bit. "Hey, no offense intended, old-timer." Cute little lie. His eyes travel back to Nicoles.
Even so, he does feel a bit brazen, knowing there's humans in here, and betting that not all of them know the kind of company they're in. "I'm sorry, It's the damn army, never did quite beat the hellion out of me." He sets his empty down. "Sure you don't wanna just, look the other way? A nice speak-easy's so hard to find, even if it does kind of smell like a PetSmart in here."
Her face hardens at his words, feels the tension on her jaw so strong it's a wonder it's not hurting. She has the fleeting thought of how he's made it alive for so long. Could feel the way the werewolves around her wanted to take their turn at ripping him apart. But even still, she just had the chance that this was more out of stupidity than the usual inflated ego she knows vampires to have.
"Maybe should had stayed there longer, surely they would had at some point." She answers dryly, and dares a look around at the club. Some of the patrons were trying as they could to mind their own business, others had their eyes set firmly on the lone vampire, sticking out like a sore thumb.
She hummed a soft laugh, actually a bit amused at his daring words. "Surely know how to endear yourself to the crowd, hm?." She asks sarcastically, leaning just the bit closer. "I'm sorry but your rotten smell is hard to ignore... and like I said, you're not welcomed here."
🔢what’s their body count?
You don't ask these kind of questions when there's a jealous wife around...
No but in all honesty, she probably doesn't know. She's had mostly one-night-stands so... a few
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🌙do they need an emotional connection or are one-night-stands an option?
She doesn't need an emotional connection to be honest. Nic didn't really use to seek for that kind of connections at all. She mostly focused on the club and the pack so one-night-stands were very much the only option for her.
"Tough crowd," he offers the remark while he leans on the bar, some people simply uninterested, others staring him down like a steak on a hook - that must be the select clientele, he reasons, but he's fully taken aback when a woman, an impressive one, at that, comes storming from the back and then on up to him.
If he smells like dead, she smells like wolf - dog, if he wants to think pejoratively, which maybe he should given the sternness of her face and the gravity in her tone. "Ah," he says, smiling, churlishly, but not necessarily malevolent - but certainly altogether cocky. "One of those establishments," he says.
He looks around the bar, the other faces staring him down, the other still milling about, blissfully unaware of the supernatural scuffle brewing in their midst. "Look, uh, ma'am," he starts, looking her up and down - "I appreciate you not scruffing me out of here like a puppy sight unseen, but surely you can let a man finish the drink he's already managed to pay for?"
And then he just can't help himself, picking up the glass and taking a sip; his eyes never drift from her. "I'm not here for food, if that's your worry, I ate on the way over."
She hums, nodding once in acknowledgement. "One of those establishments." She repeats in a monotone voice, looking at him with a hard look on her eyes. She's long past feeling challenged or provoked by the other kind, but she's sure some of her patrons here aren't, and Nic doesn't feel like cleaning up a mess if a fight breaks through in the middle of her bar.
Raising an eyebrow, she tilts her head to the side, assessing him as he speaks. She doesn't think he means any problem, but Nic has never been on to trusts vampire that much. None except for one. And even her gets told off when she shows up. Nic's tried to keep this bar as comfortable for werewolves as possible. "Then you better finish it fast, I would hate to see good liqueur go to waste."
She looks around the bar briefly before looking back at him. "It wasn't... I feel like that'd be a very very bad choice for you, and you know what they say about predators becoming prey."
who: @nicolestueck where: Heron Club
Sure, it smells like dogs, but there's not exactly a sign on the door that says "No Vampires". The other places in town? Eh, a bass-heavy rave club, a gay bar which, no offense, not exactly his thing. Oh, and the strip-club where his sister works. Not exactly conducive to a distraction-free time. Jesus, Lara. Besides, he's reasonably sure he's not the only non werewolf quietly drinking away the midnight oil here.
But, despite all the hair of the dog in the air here that might seem sucidal to anyone who knows anything about the hierarchy of things which can fuck a vampire up, he digs the old, smoky vibe of the place - not quite nice, but certainly not unpleasant, even if he maybe draws suspicious eyes here and there. It makes him think of something a bit closer to fond memories, at any rate.
He sips his bourbon and unwinds, idly spilling some of it on the shirt under his jacket. "Augh."
Leaning to the side, he leans across somebody, not too terribly careful not to bump into somebody, or knock something over on the bar. "Don't mind me," he says. grabbing a napkin to dab at the spot on his shirt. "Stop me if you've heard this - Dracula and Frankenstein's monster walk into a bar - Frankenstein sits down, says "I'll take a screwdriver, my friend here'll have a Bloody Mary..."
Nic hadn't seen him come in, busy at the back but the moment she'd walk back in, she had caught the telling scent of a rotten body. The lingering stench of death that seemed perpetually glued to the blood sucker's bodies. It wasn't hard locating him after that, following the angered looks of half the patrons inside her club, her own frown deepening as she saw him bumping into someone else. A human, she guesses by the lack of over-aggressive reaction.
And she's moving before she can give it a second thought. Wonders if perhaps a sign on the door would be the way to keep unwanted people from coming into her bar. But the image of Lilia taking it down without much care makes her discard the idea just as easily. Nic had since given up trying to make her understand vampires aren't allowed in here. But even if she couldn't bring herself to kick her out... him, she didn't have any problem kicking him out.
Rolling her eyes at the joke, she leaned closer across the bar, an unimpressed look in her face. "I have a better one... a clueless blood-sucker walked into a bar, he thinks he's funny but still gets kicked out." She offered an unamused smile before looking unimpressed once more. "I suggest you leave... you know, before comedy becomes reality."
🍆how do they feel about toys? do they have any? what’s their favorite? do they use them with partners?
She likes toys very much so. And yes, she has some. She probably uses a vibrator on herself more if she needs it. But she loves using the strap or/and cuffs/blindfolds on partners. So yes, she'd def use them with partners.
"I hear that," Theo mutters. She feels like she should have more to offer Nic for making the trip all the way out here -- into Harford territory, no less, though of all the other packs they seemed among the more tolerant of all the schoolyard cliques. Best the young mother can do at this point is instant coffee from the electric kettle. But hey, maybe it'll help chase off the exhaustion.
"Y'know, it's like... well, they always say you forget the pain of childbirth enough to want to do it all over again with another kid. I mean, I can't really remember the pain myself, but that's because I was a fucking wolf when it happened. Still... we get twenty-nine other days to forget what it feels like, at least?"
Theo pours them both some of the coffee, handing Nicole a mug that has the words 'TALK DERBY TO ME' on it while keeping another that says 'I HOPE THE COFFEE KICKS IN BEFORE REALITY DOES' on it for herself. Seattle thrift finds she couldn't bring herself to part with, even on the run.
She sighs. "Yeah, he... we got this necklace thing from the big masquerade that was supposed to dull the pain of the curse. So of course I gave it to Diego -- but the damn thing broke after one use and its version of 'taking away the pain' meant fast-tracking my baby's transformation. He wolfed out in his car seat while we were on the way to the woods and... things just got all out of hand," Theo says, sparing a look to Diego, who is resting in his crib. "I've never seen what he looks like, like that... at least, not while I'm still somewhat human."
She hums, with a half smile on her lips. Nic can't really relate, never had a child herself but can imagine the pain to feel as excruciating as turning during the full moon. Or at least something that resembles it. She figures though, the saying comes more out of the distance you'd have between a baby and another. Hard to forget the pain of every bone in your body breaking and re-shaping when you have to go through it every month.
"Twenty-nine days feel like... something." She murmurs as her eyes drift to the sleeping baby. She turns only to take the offered mug, a soft 'thank you' leaving her lips as she turns back to the baby. He looks peaceful and hearing that his night was somewhat easier helps lighten the smile on her lips, and relax her shoulders. She wishes there was a way to make this easier for him, for them. Can't imagine how it must be for Theo, seeing him like that before having to go through it herself.
"How was it for you? How are you?." She asks turning to look at the girl once again. Taking a sip of the warm coffee, a sigh leaving her lips in appreciation. Nic's been a wolf for years now, and she's still no more used to the change than she was when she first turned. She can imagine how Theo is doing. "And Raf?."
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He nods through a mouthful of food at the sodas, immediately cracking his open to wash the burger down. The hunger is eating at his stomach, and he craves a whole lot more than just a burger with extra chili. Hell, the fact that it's medium rare doesn't even feel like enough. His mouth waters at the idea of a burger still leaking red.
He waits to respond after he finally swallows, wiping his hands with a napkin - "Nah, it's - I mean it's not alright, but. I'm alive. So. That's about all I care 'bout right now, ya know?"
He pops a fry into his mouth, swiping up some of the chili that's spilling out - "Yeah. I'd rather be, uh, with y'all. Than the alternative." By himself, scared, in pain.
She hums taking a bite out of her burger, nearly moaning at the taste of the meat on her mouth. No matter how used she is to the cravings, the satisfaction at the taste makes her weak. He is alive, it's true... and it could had been worse... her bite could had done more damage than forcing him into this life.
Still, she shakes her head as she swallows. "Tell me that again tomorrow after the full moon." She says it as a joke, but knows she wouldn't mind hearing it anyway.
Nodding, she takes a sip of her soda. "Yeah, I'd prefer it if you were around too, better to stay together and maybe I can... I don't know, help you through it?." It comes out as a question, she doesn't know how she can help. But she can be there for him through the change.
"I think it's just a normal astronomical event or whatever the fuck it's called." He holds up the plate and sets it down to slide it over to her. "Burgers and fries, figured that'd be the safest."
But not the cleanest. His own burger is loaded down with extra cheese and heaped with chili, leaking over his fries. Delectable. Of course, it's all just a distraction from the ache in his knees and shoulders, the buzzing feeling at the back of his head. Usually, he wouldn't want to devour this much red meat at once but.. cravings are cravings.
"Hopefully not. Only, what, my second one now?" He shrugs and brings his burger to his mouth after sitting, slopping chili down the front of his shirt - which he quickly saves with a swipe of his finger.
"Normal my ass." As if dealing with a regular, normal moon every month wasn't enough. Nic takes her own with a grateful smile, opening it, almost sighing at the smell alone. By now, she's used to this, the hunger, the cravings that grow the closer they get to the full moon.
She hums, nodding as she stands before eating. Walking around the bar to pick two sodas for them before returning to sit with him once more. Half a smile on her lips and an apologetic look on her eyes. "Yeah, I think so." She leans back against her chair, looking him over.
"I'm sorry... again." She shakes her head, moving forward in her chair once more to grab her own burger. "For, you know, dragging you into this life." She can't see the bite mark, but she doesn't need to to know it's there, left by her. "You're coming over tonight? Before... you know."
closed starter for: @nicolestueck when/where: the cliffsides motel, day after the last full moon
As much as Theo loves the Heron Club (and as much as Diego has grown accustomed to its loud atmosphere), it's nice to be able to 'have someone over'. Even if all she has to offer Nic is a desk chair in her motel room. But the Cliffsides is starting to feel more like a lived-in space, even if it's not the fanciest. The privacy, the four walls and a roof -- it's more than she's had in Port Leiry for the duration of her time here. Over a year now, crazy.
"So, Nic... how are you doing? Y'know, aside from the world's worst, wolfiest hangover."
Theo feels it too, and she knows Diego is always a little more tired after moon nights, even if that amulet seems to have dulled his pain a little more than in the past months. Too bad the damn thing broke after one use. Too bad she can't take away all his pain.
"We had, uh... one hell of a night last night. At least, the parts I remember. Rafa saw it all up close and personal."
Something he hadn't done since that terrible night in their Seattle apartment, what seems like lifetimes ago at this point.
She hadn't been near the Cliffsides too much in her life. After being turned and taken to Cerberus, it had been explained how some werewolves were about territories and all of that. And even if she could understand it a little, always on edge at the many werewolves on her club, she never really cared too much to test the theory. Now she had a reason though, Theo was almost family by now, as was Diego... and maybe even Rafa, all part of the pack.
"I've had better nights... and mornings... and weeks." She shrugs, ignoring the pain in all her body, the discomfort in her muscles as she looked around.
She runs a hand through her hair, exhausted. She still feels the effects of the night before, and imagines so does Theo. Wonders how Diego is doing after such a heavy night.
"How are you doing though? Just wanted to check on you both after last night... and Rafa ---what do you mean he saw it all up close? He was around when you turned?."
"I'm sure you do." Liam chuckled as he leaned back in his seat. He didn't expect the woman to believe him. She knew him well enough at this point to know that he rarely told the truth. But tonight, technically, he wasn't searching for a fight. "Oh, will you?" Liam asked, tilting his head to the side as he watched her get a scotch for him. "Only because I'm really not in the mood to have a bruised ass. No fights. Promise."
"How's business been?"
"You don't wanna try me." She warns, pouring the scotch for him before pushing it closer to his body. Nic didn't necessarily think he was a bad kid, or problematic. He, like herself, had a short temper, and very much like herself around his age, didn't know how to deal with it. "I'll hold you to that." She looks across the bar, Ael is tending to the other side, and despite the many werewolves always around, this seems to be a calm night.
"It's been good... no fights recently, which is a new record." She turns to him with a teasing smile. "It's because you hadn't come in a few nights." She pauses. "How are you?."
be honest... if you could cure the wolf bite, would you?
"Yes." She never asked for this.
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Dragged out of her comfort zone once more, Nic makes an attendance to try and appreciate the effort of the artists, laying low and keeping an eye on anyone from the pack that might be around.
closed starter for: @nicolestueck where: heron club
The Heron Club is the last place he'd be caught if it were only two months prior. But now, it's an easy place to stop by and chat for a second or get some advice. Nicole's not really someone he'd ever heard of before the whole - bite, moon, rawr - situation. But he's grateful for her presence and the guide.
"Hey!" He strolls in, and holds up two plates of takeout filled in styrofoam plates. "Figured you might need a bite before the shift starts? And uh, figured we could talk about.. the whole.. supermoon. Thing. That's happening, yeah?"
She can feel it, feels more jittery herself, jumpy... like electricity is crawling under her skin, she hates it. Hates being unable to focus, hard enough with a certain vampire circling her mind every couple minutes. Nic sighs as she finishes re-stocking the bottles on the display of the bar, checks for the ninth time that everything's in order when the door opens, and she looks up with a frown, not expecting anyone, that is soon replace by a one-sided smile.
"Hey kid." She's grateful, both for the distraction and the food. Hasn't eaten anything all day. Can already hear Lilia in her mind and she wonders if she should expect a certain witch to visit again tonight with food. At least Jude doesn't ask weird questions. "God I do, I'm starving..." She hums, looking back down and nods. "Sure is... a fucking supermoon, when did that become a thing?... Anyway, I reckon it shouldn't... be too different?... turn wise I mean." Sadly.
