Fʀᴇɴᴄʜ Qᴜᴀʀᴛᴇʀ | accepting!

[G.L'S]

Luna Beauvoir

Location: Outside of Thai place
With: Ariel
Feeling: Hungry

Luna licked her lips and her stomach growled loudly in protest. She wanted to say yes, but the amount of people in there did worry her a bit. I mean, it wasn't likely that someone was going to drop over dead in there but still, she had to be careful. Even so, she was really hungry and the last decent meal she had was in Portland, before she had to jump into the wind.
"Would you mind if I joined you? I actually am really hungry," she asked, "we could also just take it out of you don't want to navigate around the crowd inside."

Reagan Michaels

Location: Street
With: no one
Feeling: Hungry

Reagan snatched up a reusable grocery bag and headed out into the street. There was a local grocer closely who didn't tend to get produce loaded with pesticide. Not only was that nice, but it meant that they wouldn't be sick later on. Must be a nymph thing.
Reagan dug their wallet out of the back pocket of their jeans and checked the bills inside. It would be a lean purchase, but payday was coming up. That meant more produce, seeds for later summer, and another infusion towards a college/agriculture fund. What better way to help nature by finding out a sustainable way to grow good food? Made sense to them.

[ZeTardis]

|Kana|Nymph|Tagged-Brogan and Rouka|
'Holy mother of France' she thought.Her eyes widened."What should we do??" She asked jumping to her feet.She shivered she hated dealing with other supernaturals.'Oh why did there have to be another werewolf'she thought.She looked into the cafe and saw the werewolf."Hmm,I recognize her,she used to be an alpha till she moved and I am guessing she wants that position back."She said quietly.
|Raven|Witch|Tagged-Reagan||

She eventually turned off the music.Right as she was going to go upstairs her grandmother texted her.'Run to the store and pick up some herbs and stuff to make dinner.'.She sighed and threw on her shoes and grabbed her purse and headed to the grocery store.

[angelonia]

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Trevor Bellerose
20 | cen.
vampire
pansexual
tags;; mavis

Trevor lifted up from the witch's neck, panting. He licked up Mavis' neck, smearing the beads of blood that
formed around the small wound that Trevor left. It took a few moments for Trevor to come back to his senses.
In a daze, he let go of Mavis and stood on his knees. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and had he
not rolled up his sleeves earlier, he would have smeared blood over the light fabric. Trevor blinked a few
times when the haze in head started to clear. His eyes widened when he realized what he had down. His hands
flew up to cover his mouth and he fell back on his bottom. "I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry," the vampire said
although his hand covered his mouth. He scooted away from the witch until he backed up into a shelf which
caused the jars to rattle. Trevor kept his seat on the floor and his gaze on his victim. His sudden lapse of control
was what shocked the vampire most. He prided himself on keeping it together but that wasn't the case this
time. He was glad he didn't attack anyone in public but he knew that a powerful witch could mess up his quiet
life just as much --if not more-- than if the vampire had lost control on a human in public. "Are... are you
alright?" He asked meekly. His hands had dropped away from his mouth and onto the floor, ready to help push
the man up off the floor if he needed to run.

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Rhydian Bovet
23
werewolf
bisexual
tags;; amalie

Rhydian smiled at the girl. "No, you're fine. Go ahead." Rhydian appreciated the arts, in fact, his body was
covered in art. "Do you want me to pose," he paused to suck his now mostly melted ice cream from around
the cone. "Or just do whatever?" He took a bite of the waffle cone when he finished speaking. He had never
really been drawn before but he was honored she wanted to sketch him. Maybe I should get another cone...
He thought but a glance back at the ice cream parlor kept him from going back in. The heat of the day
was starting to set in and the small shop was filling back up. at least they got good business.

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witch || speciality; rune magic & potions || appears 21 || homosexual || male || at his home || tags; trevor



"uhh," the witch droned, still a bit out of it. probably thanking his lucky stars for the fact he was alive. as the seconds passed, and mavis gradually worked through the pain. sitting up slowly, his mocha gaze bleary and unfocused, mavis took his time to reply. "i'll be f-fine," he said slowly, before slowly lifting his right hand to the wound on his neck. wincing as his fingers probed open, bleeding flesh, the brunet scooted on his butt over to the refrigerator. "n-nothing a potion can't fix, right?" he asked with faux chipperness, aiming a smile at trevor which was clearly fake. using the counters to support himself, mavis slowly pulled himself up from the ground and opened the fridge, leaning against the door as a means of support. uncorking another bottle of emerald liquid, he gulped it down. the wound healed immediately, the delicate skin stitching together right before his very eyes. but the blood remained, having soaked through the thin fabric of mavis' jacket.

[Scrambles]

His eyes moved like a metronome, slowly sliding back and forth within his skull as they scanned the people on the hustling and bustling streets of the French Quarter.

"It's getting harder to tell them apart."

He growled within his own mind. He moved his elbow from the back of the bench he was seated on, now leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees as he continued to people watch. It had been a few weeks since he relocated from New York down to New Orleans, and the French Quarter was living up to it's own hype. Within his first few days, Jacob had managed to positively identify a good handful of creatures, but suddenly the well had run dry. Like a ripple effect through the Quarter, the influx of hunters into the region suddenly seemed to make all the supernatural being's party come to a screeching halt. An optimistic man might think that a drop in Supernatural activity might be a good indication how many of their numbers had been thinned by Hunters. Jacob isn't that man. He knew better. What it really meant was now they were being much more cautious. Much more mindful about how much of their true selves they let bleed out. But, no matter how much they tried to conceal, if it wasn't truly a person, it would show. All of them had their own tells. It was these tells that Jacob was keeping a keen eye out for.

[angelonia]

♠

Trevor Bellerose
20 | cen.
vampire
pansexual
tags;; mavis

The vampire's breath came hard and he tried to pull himself up by using the shelves but his feet slipped from
under him several times. Trevor could see Mavis' bloodstained clothes and he felt not only a wave embarrassment,
but also a faint thirst. Once securely on his feet, the vampire took off and ran out of the kitchen. Once outside
the kitchen, he dashed down the hall in the direction he remembered coming from when they entered the house
but once at the end of the hall, nothing seemed familiar. Trevor turned in a few circles in an attempt to find
anything that resembled a foyer. Then he remembered Mavis saying how his house changed. Breathing heavy from
his panic and sprinting, he made the decision to take the nearest door with hopes it lead outside or somewhere
close to that. He pulled open a heavy door with a dark varnish and slipped inside. The door latched close and once
his eyes adjusted to the new lighting, he saw the opposite of what he wanted. He slid down the door and hugged
his knees to his chest while he closed his eyes tight.

☘

Rhydian Bovet
23
werewolf
bisexual
tags;; amalie

Rhydian smiled at the girl. "No, you're fine. Go ahead." Rhydian appreciated the arts, in fact, his body was
covered in art. "Do you want me to pose," he paused to suck his now mostly melted ice cream from around
the cone. "Or just do whatever?" He took a bite of the waffle cone when he finished speaking. He had never
really been drawn before but he was honored she wanted to sketch him. Maybe I should get another cone...
He thought but a glance back at the ice cream parlor kept him from going back in. The heat of the day
was starting to set in and the small shop was filling back up. at least they got good business.

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[azhefa.]

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ana ✘ twenty-three years ✘ lone tiger lobizón ✘ form; tiger, human ✘ location; park
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The tigress smiles as he agrees with her and drops the car subject, it was nice to talk with someone who doesn't keep dragging out
arguments just for the sake of arguing. Ana bites her own bottom lip as she sees Mateo lick his, luckily her tigress hadn't noticed it
or else Ana would have never heard the end of it. She makes a face as he mentions a lack of hunting areas, she had really hopped
there was a good place to run without detection. Ana shrugs and motions back towards the park they had left, "What about that
park? You said it was pretty big, do you think it's big enough for a late night run or something?" Her voice holds a bit of hope, her
tigress was restless and a restless beast wasn't a good thing. She goes to speak again, but Mateo speaks first, asking her about her
reason for coming to the Quarter. The happy warm light in Ana's eyes starts to fade and she looks to her feet as she walks, forcing
a smile to hide the deep sadness over the sudden reminder of her parents' death, "I just needed a change of scenery I guess. The
weather's warmer here even though the sun seems to hate me." Ana tries to use a bit of humor to aid in her attempt at hiding her
true emotions, but she has a feeling that Mateo will just see through it all. Her tigress grows quiet as she too remembers their lost
parents, the sadness wasn't lost on the feline and her sorrow would easily be picked up by the tiger beside her.

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dae ✘ twenty-six years ✘ self-proclaimed alpha werewolf ✘ form; wolf, human ✘ location; cafe
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tags; brogan, kana + tyler

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Lounging back in her seat with one leg crossed over the other, Rouka takes on an aura of danger and power, an alpha's power to be
exact. The she-wolf watches Brogan, her lips curving in a smile as he finally figures out where she was sitting. It was pretty amusing
to watch the rather large male squirm a little, but it was even more entertaining to watch his companion's reaction to her presence.
Rouka's smile turns almost predatory as Kana jumps from her seat in fear, like a little mouse who had just learned there was a cat on
the prowl. Her inner wolf was crouched and ready to spring, but Rouka holds tight control over the beast. She takes a drink of her
coffee, her green eyes flashing with her beast's desire for a good chase. Rouka quickly squashes the feeling before she could act
upon it like she wants to, chasing a girl down the road would be a very bad idea. Just as she finishes the last of her coffee and
scoots her chair back as if to stand, the cafe's door opens and the unmistakable scent of a hunter pours into the building.

Unable to stop herself, Rouka snarls low and deadly, keeping the sound below normal human hearing as to not alert the hunter of
her presence, but can't control the power that oozes from her every pour. One of the few disadvantages of being an alpha, one
can't hide their true self, even if they have the tightest control over their beast. Before she could draw any attention to herself,
Rouka gets up and heads out of the cafe, but makes sure to pass Brogan's table. With a quick flick of her hand, she drops a napkin
on Brogan's table, one word was written on it in clear feminine handwriting, "Midnight." Rouka didn't bother writing anything else,
such as a location, wolves can find wolves. The she-wolf walks out of the cafe with a casual gait, her tall heels clicking against the
hardwood flooring and then the concrete sidewalk as she steps out into the blazing summer sun.


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[nyctomancy]

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witch || speciality; rune magic & potions || appears 21 || homosexual || male || at his home || tags; trevor



back to trevor, mavis failed to notice the bloodsucker's mad dash until it was too late. alerted by the slammed door, the witch whirled around, wincing as his healed wound throbbed. "trevor, wait!" he called after the running supernatural, though it was too late, he was already gone. h-he's gonna get lost! the brunet thought, as the resolve to chase after the vampire steadied. i'll find him.. tell him i understand. he's a vampire.. "and we've all gotta eat," said the witch, voicing the last part of his thoughts aloud. saying it helped steady the man, orient his goals. "that's what i'm gonna do." on a roll now, more and more words tumbled from the witch as mavis. hysteria and panic were threatening to overtake him, and the only way he could hold back the pressure of /what/ had just happened was this. "i gotta find him," the man muttered, before combing his fingers through his askew locks. opening his closed fist, mavis took the black marker from his pocket, and drew the seeking rune once more.

his hand glowing, mavis stumbled from the kitchen and began his search. the lit rune's radiance only grew stronger as the target was approach, and before long it was smoldering. standing outside the desolate-looking door, the witch inhaled a deep breath to steady his thumping heart before knocking light against the door. "uh, trevor?" he called out, sounding much calmer than their interaction minutes before. "listen, i.. er, don't hold.. that against you. we all need to eat, right?" oops, maybe he should have thought this through better. "wait! that came out wrong. i'm trying to say that i, uh, trust you? you seem like a pretty dependable guy, and i understand you didn't er, mean it. you were thirsty - and you needed to fix that."

[G.L'S]

Luna Beauvoir

Location: Outside of Thai place
With: Ariel
Feeling: Hungry

Luna licked her lips and her stomach growled loudly in protest. She wanted to say yes, but the amount of people in there did worry her a bit. I mean, it wasn't likely that someone was going to drop over dead in there but still, she had to be careful. Even so, she was really hungry and the last decent meal she had was in Portland, before she had to jump into the wind.
"Would you mind if I joined you? I actually am really hungry," she asked, "we could also just take it out of you don't want to navigate around the crowd inside."

Reagan Michaels

Location: Grocers
With: no one
Feeling: Hungry

The bell clanged and Reagan walked in yet again for another collecting of vegetables and fruits. They gave a nod to the elderly man behind the counter and made their way back to the tomatoes. Reagan had been coming here since they were seventeen so the grocer knew them quite well by now.
The tomatoes looked good despite it not bein in season yet. Reagan scooped up two and moved over to the leeks and leafy greens. Although it wasn't cold or warm out, you could say Reagan was in the mood for onion types and salads.

[. nash .]

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↳ ( Twenty five | Werewolf | Tagged ;; Kana

Brogan reached out, grabbing onto the girl's wrist gently, knowing fully well if the other werewolf saw the girl move so quickly that things wouldn't turn out good. "We relax." He told smoothly, slowly letting go of the nymph's wrist. Brogan listened to her words, she was an alpha before? His eyes took a quick glance over before settling back on her. "She wont be finding it with me," Brogan said to Kana, shaking his head a little bit. As of now, the omega was happy on his own; sure it was hard but it was much easier in the sense he could fend for himself and not worry to much about pissing an alpha off. Brogan than took the quick scent of the hunter, his own heart starting to pick up speed; nervous. Brogan rose, brushing off his shirt and jeans and looking at Kana was a deadly serious gaze. "We need to get going." He said, just as the alpha dropped the napkin onto their table and striding out oh-so-confidently. Brogan let out a low growl, grabbing the paper object and shoving it into his pockets. "C'mon." He murmured, though didn't wait for the nymph to say anything to him. He figured she'd get that there was something up, a hunter. Brogan paused at the door, looking at Kana for a few seconds before stepping outside.

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↳ ( Twenty | Angel | Tagged ;; Luna

The angel let out a loud child-like squeal, one that they only did when excited about something. It had be a long time since she had the company of another when she ate. Usually she sat at home with take out staring at the television for company. Eating with Luna seemed like the smartest idea even without knowing anything but the girl's name, maybe that made Ariel overly naive. "That sounds amazing. I would love to eat with you." she clapped her hands together, a mouth splitting grin on her face as she looked at the banshee. "I concur, the place is much to small and calling it and them bring it out would be the best idea." Ariel calmed down, nodding her head and wrapping her arms around her own waist.

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↳ ( Twenty four | Lobizón | Tagged ;; Aiyana

The male tiger wasn't one to keep pushing on a subject he knew very well he wouldn't win. He didn't like to waste breath and he honestly didn't want to push the female into hating him if he did consider pushing the whole car thing. It was the first time in a long time he encountered lobizón and he rather not have the fellow creature hate him over something so idiotic. Mateo had enough enemies as it was, he didn't need to add another to the list. Mateo listened intently to her words, asking about late night runs, or something. Mateo nodded slowly, "Yeah. At night you may be able to get away with it so long as no holiday is going on." He spoke, shoving his hands into his pocket and thought for a moment. "Usually after midnight people stick closer to the bars and shops." Mateo furthered, "But you just have to keep an eye out. There was a few times people saw me and called the cops. That didn't blow over well." Mateo chuckled out, remembering the memory like it was just yesterday. Mat could tell right away that he struck something he shouldn't have, watching the light behind her eyes fading quickly before forcing something that was suppose to look happy at him. Mat fought with himself for a few moment, wondering if he should ask for the truth or just take what she said; he choose the latter. "I get it, I can't stay in a place for too long either." He agreed, giving a small smile to her, obviously feel bad about bringing that up. "You should carry around one of those umbrella things, but made for the sun..I can't remember what they are called." Mateo humored, hoping to move on from the sadness.