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Fate 10
By Danyealle
About that time Marcus came out of the backroom with Jolene, talking. After grabbing a cold beer, he slid around the bar and walked towards Dani and Darious. As he approached those of the Dreadmore confirmed the identity and stood, reaching for their weapons. Untangling herself from Darious, she sat up on the bar, facing him, and then wrapped an arm around Marcus’ waist, pulling him close. Glaring down at the werewolves, she growled, eyes flashing, “Put them away, now!” She snarled, tone such that there was no doubt that she meant what she said.
They look at each other and lowered them if they had them out but didn’t sheath them. Nodding calmly Travis said, “She means it, put them away.”
Waiting until all the live steel was put away, she nodded, “That’s better. Marcus is mine, any move or threat towards him will be taken as a personal challenge to me and I will deal with it. Got me?” She said, looking from face to face, ensuring that they all knew what she meant.
Looking back at the big werewolf, who didn’t appear to be at all ruffled about what happened, she gave him a peck on the cheek then leaned up and whispered in his ear, “They’ll behave, don’t worry.”
Chuckling, he said, “Of that I have no doubt. But to be on the safe side, I think I’m going to go and have Mayhem introduce me to a few of his lady friends.” Giving her a peck on the cheek, he nodded towards Darious then went off in search of Mayhem.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, Darious kissed her and grinned before whispering, “Domme Kat.”
Rolling her eyes, she poked him a couple times, “Only with werewolves.” She said, winking.
Kissing her again, he chucked, “Works well too!” Pulling her back into his lap, he held her close.
Looking at her, Wuuky asked, cautiously, “Since when do you have slaves or a slave as the case may be? When did Marcus come into your possession?”
“He was Darious’ when we mated.” She replied, knowing that explained it all.
Looking over his shoulder at the big werewolf who had slid into a booth with Mayhem and several women, Grey watched quietly for a minute then looked back at her, dark grayish-brown eyes blazing. “Do you know what he did?” he hissed. “He betrayed all garou and became the slave a demon. The very demon that was among those that destroyed my clan.” He hissed louder, glaring at Darious.
Looking back at the werewolf who was all but outright saying he was responsible for the destruction of his clan, Darious said nothing, even though he REALLY wanted to so he could put the little snot in his place. Nothing good would come of that and he knew it, best to let her handle things. With the attitude he was verbally and non-verbally displaying Darious was sure they would butt heads at some point in the future, no need to hurry it along and start now.
Glaring at Grey she replied, voice as smooth as silk but
with a knife-edge undertone to it, “First, I know EXACTLY what Marcus did, have
no doubt about it. You should be hearing
from Chronos soon that his death sentence was lifted. Second, Marcus has paid dearly for his choice
to become a slave. If you ever see him
without a shirt you would realize that. But
that is none of your fucking business, it’s his and mine, no one else’s. Third, Darious was not his first owner and I
DO NOT like the insinuation that he was the one that wiped out your clan
because he wasn’t. Darious was with me
in Paris at the time that happened and was far too busy with plans to get us
the hell out of there before the Nazis’ figured out who we were and that we
weren’t who they thought we were to worry about going after a werewolf
clan. We were trying to get out of there
with our skins in tact for him to jaunt off to
Lowering his eyes, Grey muttered a sorry and sipped at his drink. He wasn’t buying all of it, especially the bit about Darious having no part of it, but he would wait and see on that end as time went on.
Leaning over, his best friend Brodus Thunder, from one of the oldest families in the Dreadmore, whispered, “Don’t push it Grey, you don’t want to fuck with her or him either one.” They had grown up together, as best friends, since Grey joined the clan. They knew each other so well that some times it was almost as if they could read each other’s minds. He was well aware about the plan to offer mating to Dani and knew Grey well enough to know that he wasn’t happy to find out she was mated and was probably planning something to get Darious out of the way, something he would probably have to put a military halt to at some point lest his friend end up tangling with the demon.
Just as Grey was about to reply a smell hit him that sent the blood pounding in his ears and seemed to wrap around him and set his libido afire. Whipping around, he watched Raven walk by, a smell that reminded him of the fresh pine forest after a cool rain seeming to trail after her like a cloak. Dumbstruck, all he could do is watch the beautiful Native American walk by, mouth hanging open.
Greeting Wuuky like an old friend, she then gave Darious a peck on the cheek and Dani a hug before sliding onto a barstool by them.
Turning back around facing the bar, Grey couldn’t take his eyes off her, holding his glass up as if he was taking a drink but wasn’t. When Travis told them to pick up their drinks and lean back he was able to do so, following the instruction like a zombie, his eyes never leaving her.
With a loud cry of “Lady Birdy!” Mayhem slid down the bar, claws digging into the smoothly polished wood, trying to put the brakes on. Finally he was able to stop as he slid a bit passed Wuuky. Back up a bit, he hollered, “Wolfy Guy!” Loudly and bound towards him happily.
Grinning, the werewolf held up his hand so the cat could slap him a high five, “Mayhem! Good to see you!” Reaching out, he scratched the cats’ head.
After getting his fill of pets and scratches, Mayhem bound off towards Raven again. Picking up the cat, she gave him a kiss on the top of the head then sat him in her lap to pet him while she sipped her drink and talked with Dani and Darious.
Unable to stop himself, Grey kept glancing down at the ban, entranced. Far and away she had to be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his entire life. While she was short by his standards, only about 5’7” when werewolf women usually pushed close to the seven foot mark, her ebony hair was straight and hung down her back to just beneath her shoulder blades. Like most Native Americans she had a darker skin tone and her eyes were a deep brown. Svelte yet curvy, she seemed to have a wonderfully toned body with an averaged sized bust and legs so long that they seemed to start at her chin. While her beauty was a big plus there was something else there, something that seemed to draw him in but he wasn’t sure what it was.
Once Wuuky introduced her to his men he settled into a conversation with her, Dani and Darious about some of the issues currently playing out around the world. Most the others that came with him were talking with Travis to play catch-up with what was going on. Brodus and Grey were deep in conversation, using garou language thinking the non-garou wouldn’t understand what they were saying, talking about Raven.
As they were discussing the usual angst of will I/ won’t I ask her out. Hearing bits and pieces of the conversation, Travis thought nothing of it until he glanced at Dani. Her and Raven were talking, speaking in Cherokee, the language adopted by the she-devil hierarchy because not many people knew it so it could be used as something like a code when they needed to pass along valuable information that they didn’t want anyone else to hear. As a rule most other species of dark creatures didn’t know garou language but there were exceptions. Because of her frequent dealings with the garou she learned and was fluent enough in it that it seemed as though it was her native tongue. Over the years he had spent among the she-devils he had been able to pick up a bit of it, enough that he could at least get the gist of what they were saying. From what he was able to overhear Dani was translating what Grey was saying. Grinning inwardly, he tried getting Greys’ attention but either he wasn’t hearing it or wasn’t paying attention. Finally, out of frustration he picked up one of the single-serving sized containers of coffee creamer then threw it at him, calling out, “Yo Grey!”
It hit him upside the head, startling him. Looking over at Travis, puzzled, he asked, “What?”
“Before starting a conversation that you don’t want some people to overhear you might want to make sure that there isn’t someone of another species close by who speaks garou.”
Giving him a bewildered look, he replied, “Huh?”
“Lady D can speak garou, quite fluently I might add. While you’re sitting there yammering on she’s translating everything to you say to Raven.”
“Oh shit!” Grey groaned, face taking on a reddish tint.
Both of the women sat there with big Cheshire cat grins on their faces. Most of the werewolves burst out laughing then began to give him hell about it. Even Wuuky had a good chuckle, patting his son on the back.
Standing up, Raven walked over to the embarrassed werewolf and smiled, “Come on, let’s find a table where we can sit and talk for a bit.”
Not needing to be asked twice, he slid off the stool and followed her lead.
Several hours later Wuuky glanced at his watch. He was stunned to find that it was a little bit after 6PM. For the last several hours he had been engrossed in a conversation with Darious, Raven and Dani, not noticing the passage of time. Over those hours he realized that he had taken a liking to Darious. Intelligent, he could talk to you about almost any subject as well as having the requisite knowledge to back up what he said. Like most people on the planet he had never kept company with a demon before and wasn’t really sure what to expect from him but it seemed to him that Darious wasn’t all that different from other races of beings. There was no push to wrangle him out of his soul nor was there any overt evil about him, only the creepy-crawly feelings all demons had.
At 6:30, as the dinner crowd began to fill the place, Jolene walked over and stood in front of Dani, giving her a sharp look.
“What?” Dani asked.
Arching an eyebrow at the woman she created she replied, “Don’t give me that Dani; you know EXACTLY why I’m here.”
Grinning from ear to ear, Dani chuckled but said nothing.
“You know the rules, you’re not allowed here when wrestling’s on.”
“Aww, I’ll behave.” Dani said, winking.
“I’m not buying it! The last time you said that you ended up throwing a barstool through the TV.”
“Well, yeah I did do that but I won’t do it again.” Dani said with a grin. “Besides, I own the club you can’t kick me out.”
“Oh yes I can!” Jolene said, shooting her a withering look. “My word is law around here, just like you said it was when I started.”
Rolling her eyes, Dani huffed, “Alright, I get the point.”
Sitting back, Darious, Wuuky and Raven watched the scene with amusement, chuckling. It was obvious Dani wasn’t mad at Jolene; just having a bit of fun was all.
Once they pried Mayhem and Marcus away from the women they were sitting with, they prepared to leave. She passed along Darious’ phone number to Wuuky so he could get in touch with her if he needed to. After he informed her that they were going to be in town for three or four more days they agreed to plan to meet up again before he left.
As they started towards the door Mayhem bounced around on the end of his leash excitedly, crowing, “Time for da wreshering!” at the top of his lungs.
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