Table for Tigers [Victoria/Open]

[Damian Grímur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, height: 50px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; padding: 20px; background-color: #f6d28c; moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; border: 2px solid #000000;] there was frost on the ground * * when the tigers broke free DAMIAN FOUND HIMSELF AT Dead Dave’s in the Vampire District, referred to by human hating vampires as the Blood Bath District, though never spoken in front of vampires. He had no ‘beef’ with vampires as long as the Master of the City’s animal to call wasn’t the Tiger. Currently it was the wolf and Damian pitied any wolves that had to serve under such a beast. It had just turned dark and the humans that had been on shift earlier now clocked out and a vampire took over waiting on him. “I’ll have a burger, make it medium rare. Fries on the side, with an appetizer of blooming onion. With whatever’s on tap to drink.” Funny how when you chose to drink blood for all 'eternity' the jobs didn't get better, you only got the night shift. Damian handed the menus back to the vampire with a grin. She was attractive and Damian liked women. Just as long as they kept their fangs to themselves. He would never be a vampire’s chew toy. After all, he still had his pride even if his father had cut his inheritance to less than one percent on his twenty-first birthday until after he had a son. He consoled himself with a private plan, not as nice as the one for 500 million dollars, but it was small and tiny and telling himself that not everyone had a private plane, everyone had to fly coach. He was dressed in a black suit as if he had gotten back from work. But in all honesty he had just woken up, showed, dressed and had taken his Lamborghini for a spin all the way to the Vamp District. He had parked it right out front where he could watch it from the window. But he had no fear that anyone would hurt it just because he was a were-tiger. He was the sort that would go straight to the police, bribe the DA and get you extra charges. Say goodbye to your life without bars behind them! It never hurt to donate to police charities! – Something he did every time he moved to a new town. After he ordered his food and glanced at his car Damian began to glance around the restaurant / bar. Mostly people were just drinking. He was sniffing the air as he could do without being overly obvious that he was getting their scents instead of just breathing. Human. Human. Vampire. Vampire. Tiger?! Damian’s eyes shot up wide and then he made them shot back down small, or at least tried to by keeping his head down and on his beer. What was a female tiger doing here in New Orleans? Not that Damian didn’t mind female tigers; they were way too aggressive about getting pregnant with his tiger child. The last clan of tigers had almost threatened to imprison him if he didn’t please each and every last female. Only Damian hadn’t had the heart to tell them about the operation his father had let him have when he was younger. Still, he would stay and eat his burger. He wasn’t one to flee. He loved a good fight as he was dominant. Only a submissive flees! Besides, he couldn’t pinpoint the smell in the air without sniffing each person – something that he wasn’t going to do. So they couldn’t pinpoint him as well.

[tori]

Victoria didn't usually go to the Vampire District because her parents had drilled it into her head that it was forbidden. But she didn't live with her parents any more, and she was free to go where she pleased. She had never actually met a vampire and it was almost exciting. To be able to meet a vampire, or a faerie, or maybe even another Were. She knew plenty of humans, she had grown up with loads of human friends. In fact she still had a lot of human friends right now. Humans were safe, they would never know what she was while she was in human form. Her parents had allowed her to go to human schools and she even now worked with humans. It might have seemed like she lived a sheltered life because she had been home schooled for a few years, but to other Weres it would make sense. That was the time where she had first come into her shifting ability and she needed too much teaching for that. But her parents weren't as strict as most rare breed Were parents. She had quite a bit of freedom actually.

Victoria lived in a nice little apartment with her Egyptian Mau cat, Midnight. She enjoyed the company of the little feline. She had decorated the apartment herself, and put up pictures she had taken herself. The apartment was perfect for a single woman and her cat, and it was nice and close to a park. After a long day of work Victoria came home to her quaint little apartment to shower before going out. She dressed in a navy blue sundress with a pair of black wedge heels. Her hair dried in nice, natural curls and her make up was all done up.

Victoria locked up her apartment and then got into her black Audi A4. She drove through town and found herself in the Vampire District just as the sun had set. Her stomach was doing flips as she stopped at a restaurant called Dead Dave's. It was actually funny how she hadn't yet been here, having lived here her whole life. It looked like an interesting place to go. So she parked and got out of her car, heading inside by herself.

She went to a small table and sat by herself, perfectly comfortable. Her grey eyes peered around the retaurant and stopped at the bar. There was a pale man mixing drinks, her first vampire. She smiled and leaned back in her chair comfortably waiting for someone to come to her. When finally a pale woman came over and asked what she wanted, Victoria peered up at her with a polite smile. "Can I have a grilled chicken sandwhich with lettuce and a diet coke, please" she said, being extra polite. It was a bit unlike her to be so polite, but she had to be nice when she was out.

After the waitress walked away Victoria took her time scoping the place out. She tried to figure out what each person was just by looking at them. It was a bit easier to tell the vampires because they were so pale. As she checked out the crowd, her grey eyes found a handsome male on his own. He had just come in and was sitting by himself. Right away she knew he was different from the others, definitely not a vampire and not human either. Her nostrils flared and her lips parted slightly as she took in the scents in the room. The taste of tiger hit her tongue and her lips curled into a small smirk. She hadn't met any other were-tigers in her life, aside from her parents of coarse.

Victoria only let herself watch him for a moment before turning back to her table. The waitress was by her side at that same time and gave Tori her order. With a polite thank you Victoria watched the waitress leave. She carefully picked up the sandwhich and sniffed it subtly. She always checked her food when she was out, it was a habit drilled into her head. When you're a rare tiger, you learn to be very careful and untrusting of other people.

[Damian Grímur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, height: 50px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; padding: 20px; background-color: #f6d28c; moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; border: 2px solid #000000;] there was frost on the ground * * when the tigers broke free DAMIAN SIPPED HIS BEER. He had watched it come from the tap and knew it to be safe. The last thing he wanted was to be drugged, placed in a cage, and to have hoards of women ‘rape’ him. Though it was only rape if he was unwilling, which usually, he wasn’t. It was also one of the reasons that he hadn’t been kidnapped like so many other rare were-Tigers bearing rare colors and markings. He was sure from the beer and from the waitress delivering it to him that neither she nor the bartender was the were-Tiger. They were both dead though the politically correct term was ‘undead’ or had they changed it to something else to seem not as offensive? Fucking vampires. How did they get all the good publicity while the were’s were allowed to be hunted down like animals. Were’s didn’t kill humans. Vampires killed humans. Soon his onion bloom came out from the kitchen and he began to nibble on it as he waited on his burger and matching fries. He eliminated some that could be vampires from their pale features – obviously not having taken fresh blood recently. Damian would place his bets on the female were tiger being the one eating a chicken sandwich. With his fingers he signaled the woman to bring over her plate, motioning to his chair. He wanted to know what her plans were. He didn’t like being kidnapped by surprise. Some days he just wished he was a jaguar…

[tori]

Victoria took a bite from her sandwhich and found it to be cooked to perfection. It wasn't too dry, but it wasn't under cooked. The lettuce gave it a nice crunch, as well as making the sandwhich a bit healthier. She loved red meat, but too much red meat in your diet was unhealthy. She liked to keep her figure, so she managed what she ate along with her exercise. After placing the sandwhich back down she picked up her cup. Again she subtly sniffed the air above the drink before taking a sip. She hadn't wanted to turn completely around to watch the waitress retrieve it, that might have brought attention to her. She was good at being subtle, it was a perfected art. She replaced the cup on the table and then glanced around again.

From the corner of her eye she saw something, and when she turned her gaze farther she noticed the male were-tiger motioning towards her. Her brow raised curiously as she stared at him. It seemed that he perhaps wanted her to join him. She was a bit skeptical about whether or not she should, after all she was supposed to stay away from other were-tigers. But curiousity was getting the better of her, so she carefully stood up and grabbed her things. She moved gracefully to his table and placed her things down across from him. "Hello" she said with a smile.

Victoria pulled out the chair that was across from him and slid into the seat. She wasn't sure if he had invited her over because she was a were-tiger and he knew it, or if perhaps he just thought she was attractive. Either way she needed to play it cool and do her best not to give anything away. "I'm Victoria" she said, introducing herself politely. She might have a temper, she might be a flirt, but she did have manners. "And you are?" she asked with a quirked brow, staring at him with her blue grey eyes. She was very curious about this male, but they were in public so it was best to take it slow with her questions.

[Damian Grímur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, height: 50px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; padding: 20px; background-color: #f6d28c; moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; border: 2px solid #000000;] there was frost on the ground * * when the tigers broke free THE WOMAN WAS smiling at him as she said hello. He knew immediately that she was the were-Tiger he had smelt. His guess had not been wrong after all. “Hello.” He replied as he sipped his beer. He was halfway finished with it. It took a lot to get him drunk and under the table he would never be! He stared at Victoria as the waitress placed his large meal before him. He had still been munching on the crispy onion rings. “I’m…” he paused. Should he give Victoria a fake name or his real one? “Damian. Damain Grim.” He said finally. He absent mindedly took the ketchup and placed some on his plate as if it was everyday he met a were-Tiger that wasn’t from his clan. One should usually be excited, but with were-Tigers there was always a sense of ill at ease. Because it was quite common and expected of were-Tigers to get kidnapped for breeding possibilities. Damian had been kidnapped quite a few times as a child though always had he been released. It was mostly due to the fact that his father and the clan was something not to be reckoned with. Though he was thousands of miles away from their safety. Damian could take care of himself. The Tiger clans only resorted to kidnapping when one didn’t want to go quietly. “I did not know there was a Clan here in New Orleans.” He said as he took a bite of his French fry. He wanted to fish for information. He had chosen New Orleans specifically because there was no clan and it was far from any ones in existence. He had wanted to be left alone from Tigers, but somehow she had found him. He wasn’t in the mood to play any games or relocate. He had just purchased a home, a parking garage for his private plane and found a pilot that he liked. As he started on his burger he waited for Victoria to fill him in on the clan, as they always did to try and entice him to join.

[tori]

Of coarse once she had gotten close the male would know she was a were-tiger, she just couldn't let him know how special a were-tiger she was. As long as she remained calm and acted normal, perhaps he might not suspect anything. Victoria had gotten good at acting over the years. She took note of everything about him, from his clothing to his choice of drink. Alcohol was not always a good drink for any were-animal, it made you uncontrolable. But as long as you drank it in moderation there was nothing wrong with it. Her blue grey eyes stole a glance at the waitress as she brought the man his meal. He certainly had the appetite of a tiger, there was no doubt there. She looked back at him and raised a brow as he paused in his possibly introduction. "Forget your name?" she said with a smirk.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Damian Grim" she said with a coy smile. If he was giving her a fake name, she had no idea. Now that she thought about it, giving a fake name to a fellow were-tiger would probably have been a smarter choice. No chance of being tracked down that way. She would have to remember it for if she ever met another. Though so far she had somehow been lucky enough not to run into any other were-tigers. It was rather strange that on a night when she had come to see vampires she would meet one of her own kind. But things always seemed to turn out that way for her.

Victoria cleared her throat as he questioned her on there being a Clan here in New Orleans. This is exactly the type of thing her parents had always tol her to avoid. "There isn't. Just me" she said calmly. She didn't need to tell him that her parents also lived here, no need to get them into possible danger. "Trying to get away from Clan life?" she asked with a cool smile. She didn't know what it was like to live in a clan, but her parents warned her that because of their color they would be used for breeding. She didn't want to be used for anything, so she had taken their advice and stayed away from clans. She was starting to feel rather cautious about this man, and wasn't sure if she should continue talking to him or not. Her sandwhich sat on her plate and she simply stared at him from across the table, still very curious.

[Damian Grímur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, height: 50px; overflow: auto; width: 400px; padding: 20px; background-color: #f6d28c; moz-box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; box-shadow: 5px 5px 5px #000000; border: 2px solid #000000;] there was frost on the ground * * when the tigers broke free DAMIAN TOOK ANOTHER SIP of his beer. He listened as Victoria spoke about it just being her in New Orleans. Why, for some reason, did he feel that she was lying? He couldn’t put his finger on it. His eyes shifted without his control to the glass window. More vampires were on the sidewalks, a few entered the bar as the bell under the door jingled, and his car was still in plain view – a few people were taking snapshots of it considering it was a 2012 Bugatti Veyron. Though there were no elite Were-Tigers here to kidnap him. “So just you, huh?” Damian said as he raised his two fingers and ordered a new beer. He turned his head and watched the bartender pour his beer from the tap, fresh with lots of foamy bubbles. “It must get lonely. What do your parents think about you leaving the clan?” he asked. His own father was annoyed with Damian for leaving the safety of their clan, but he knew that leaving was something that Damian had to do. He took a deep sip of his beer. He wasn’t buying that she was alone, but he wouldn’t let her know. “I know I myself, had to put up with a lot of… what is the word?” Damian mused trying to find the word that he was thinking of. “Kidnappers?” English was not his first language, it was his third. And as he was on his second or third beer his Romanian accent was beginning to hint. He tried to picture Victora putting off dozens of kidnappers both either clan or hired by the clan in matters of were retrieval. People hired to retrieve runaway were tigers used guns – non silver bullets, sleeping tranquillizers, but mostly they just got you when you least expected it like during sleep. He honestly couldn’t imagine Victoria running, hiding or fighting from them. She looked so peaceful. “I was just in Florida. I had to deal with the clan there. I was lucky to get away. I was stabbed seven times.” Of course he was lying. He hadn’t been stabbed. Damian had gotten away by other means, nothing he wanted to talk about or to share. “You look … intact.”

[seras alcaste]

Little did the two were tigers know, amongst all the vampires within the bar that night, there was a particular one whom hadn't had plans. In fact, with her inert sense of hearing, the young girl found herself a bit of an eavesdropper. For whatever reasons she herself could not shake off, a calm voice spoke about "getting stabbed seven times" and it drove her curiosity wild. Though on the other hand it also made her cringe in pain. The damphir knew the pain all too well, but if only she knew that particular man was lying. No, he couldn't have been a man, for the vampire had picked up on a rather strange scent sometime earlier.

Still, Seras wasn't sure if she felt glad to be a few tables away, or if she wanted to move closer. Even in the dim bar lighting, surely her exquisite beauty stood out a bit more than usual. Her porcelain complexion was almost glowing in the shadows. Every time the girl blinked there was a certain glimmer about her, those wonderful amber eyes growing more and more crimson with her bit of excitement.

The truth was, she was knew in town, in the state no less, and hadn't made many acquaintances thus far. Naturally, with her bit of wealth, the northern parts of the city had drawn her attention, but once people got wind of her nature, they very much banished her to the vampire district. The draw and fascination of the rich had let her down yet again. So now she sat in bar, alone, taking a gander at those around her that she found interesting for various reasons. The couple dining a few tables down? She picked up on something different about them. They weren't human, or at least not entirely. It intrigues her, but the timid girl was far too depressed about her current situation to say a word. Instead, she kept to herself, hiding behind a icy glass of Mint Julep.




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[Damian Grímur]

[[Victoria, is it your post? - And welcome to the thread Seras.]]

[seras alcaste]

I'm heaps sorry if i interrupted

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[Damian Grímur]

[No, all are welcome!]