WAR BEAST

@divinefelt​ said: “Is that blood?” “…..No?” ( from aedes! )

A CREATURE AS OLD   as alanza could not be fooled   ---   underneath that, a creature of bloodshed could not be lied to about the presence of the fluid. she knew it was blood before she’d even asked, but the question only found vocalization because she was curious as to what the answer would be. always curious about the way those around her behaved, would he lie or tell the truth? lie, clearly. her nose twitched, the scent putting her senses on edge. after all, she was a beast made for war and murder, a domesticated, tamed life was something that was hard to maintain for alanza. even now, with the mere scent of it, she craved the feeling of it on her hands, on her claws, on her teeth. “ you’re lying, “ she mused finally, eyes flickering with something foreign, a piece of that ancient, original being that burned within her. “ i can smell it. i can almost taste it. “

her head is laid on the back of the booth’s chair , arms spread out on either side with eyes closed.  she’s taking in the sounds and controling her breathing.  one day she’d be over this.  one day she’d be able to enter a building without hesitation and without fear.  but today was not that day.  

she’d pushed herself into the assulting club environment out of anger.  even if her brain told her that nothing could keep her bound ; that she could destroy the building with a swipe of her tail and turn it to ash with her inferno.  for a while she had done well among the energetic crowds and the deafening music.  until she’d let those thoughts slip for a moment.  then that fear sunk it’s tendrils into her limbs and she needed a moment to still her beating heart.

a low groan sounded as she lifed her head to focus on the fellow dragyn.   ❝   are you sure they haven’t invented a drink that can affect us yet ?  thousands of years and billions of dollars are useless to the supernatural ?   ❞

THE LOOK OF BEING   overwhelmed was one that alanza understood and recognized quite well. early in her years she’d struggled containing the beast beneath her skin, the huge rippling beast was just beneath the surface even now. but they were one whole of the same person, this form and that were still the same mind. they worked together now, easily falling in tune with the whims of the mind in control. all sense of play escapes her features, evolving quickly into the mother that she’d been to many of creatures over the many, many years she’d been on the earth.

even though she spoke normal, alanza didn’t quite feel comfortable knowing that her friend, her family, wasn’t feeling right. stone coated eyes dart around the club, taking note on the bodies around them, the different things that could fall into chaos. the different escape routes, the doors and exits that they could flee from, should she need to. perhaps, it would be better if alanza took her back to her home. surrounded by the luxurious things she’d collected over the years would take her mind off her own powers, the inferno in their bellies.

where: amarna nightclub, rapid city

when: night 

who: open

the last couple of months traveling between juneau, alaska and south dakota exhausted her mentally. never physically, her body felt very little nowadays. but more often than not, the mind was the prison of the body. she was both avoiding certain imbeciles and missing parts of her soul. wrecked beyond repair, astarte was fighting to keep what was left of her sanity intact. like the queen of denial she was, the vampyr kept it all inside. bottled up. hidden from sight and from the ones that would capitalize on her weakness. let them try and she would make an example out of them. sending a message was all about timing. from time to time, it was useful to make people remember that the blood queen of the east wasn´t a tale. she walked right besides them, but was far more civilized. bloodbaths and murder sprees were bad publicity. and she was all about marketing done right.  amarna was another of her strategies.

 a nightclub was the perfect place to see and be seen. plus the amount of information intoxicated people shared was astonishing. playing with their minds and planting suggestions was entertaining. and one of the favorite hobbies of her entourage. humans and supernatural alike weren´t immune to manipulation. while others visited her nightclub with the intention of talking with the first chairman of the high council without the proper procedures and formalities.  most of them just wanted to unwind and be themselves. amarna was know for satisfying every whim of the supernatural clients. humans had their memories erased by the vampyrs that handles security. astarte runs a well built machine. or better yet, her entourage does. after all, this place was their playground and like every mother she only steps in when her children misbehave.

“ you can take a seat, I don’t bite that hard.” she said to the newcomer. “ besides i’m more interested in tequila right now. one of the only things i envy about humans is their ability to get drunk.”

NIGHTCLUBS WERE ALANZA’S NATURAL   environment, by this point. centuries of parties had made her eager to jump among the human population. it was oh so easy to do when she looked the way she looked, sounded the way she sounded. even now mingling into them was effortless, the humans welcoming her with eager eyes and even more eager hands. the ancient being craved attention. she got it in places like this.

but it’s when she glanced towards a figure at the bar that she pauses her fun, in the process of grinding against some poor unassuming boy. she knew already, the senses inside her rippling. the owner of the establishment. and how could she pass up a perfect opportunity to get a few gigs locally? after all, it had been quite some time since she’d preformed last. all her shows now were for private audiences, or on her instagram. a hand shoved the shoulder of the partner she’d found, dismissing him just as quick as she’d grabbed his attention. there’s no need for her to continue entertaining mundane psyches when she could indulge in something much more fun, much more ancient. 

the dragyn’s feet carry her quickly to the opposing stool, grinning wide at the words that meet her ears. the idea of being afraid of anyone is something laughable. alanza was much older than the children she ran around with, the blood in her veins was pure, she’d been created by gods. for war. death, blood shed, murder. she’d lived, survived, through it all. in fact, she was usually the one on the other end of the dangerous interactions. so instead, she laughed. loud and happily, plopping herself next to her. “ i ain’t worried about you biting me, baby. “ she cooed, tilting her head, “ but please, feel free to. i gotta warn ya, i’m a screamer. “ she propped her elbow against the counter, grinning as she rested her teeth against the palm of her hand, sending a playful wink in the womans direction.

THE MUSIC WAS LITERALLY   her own, but she doesn’t care, swaying her hips in time with the beat the way she so perfectly knew how. the dragyn was a mess of laughter and delight, completely sober yet high all the same, euphoria gathering in her ancient blood at the very act of getting to dance. the most freeing thing in this whole mundane world. she’d long since discovered human’s overlooked the most joyous parts of their little world. so now she’s in the center of a crowd, flashing her money maker and laughing as she hangs off strangers.

the pr team would have a time cleaning this up. but, then again, alanza was quite good at hiding the messy parts of her existence. still, she doesn’t care. it’s clear in the way she shakes the fabric against her skin, the way her eyes close and her head lulls back.