Lady Of The Night

[[ Sorry if its long. This is nothing compared to Lost though. ]]

The lights turned out inside her place of work, pieces and scraps of paper balls thrown about the room with scribbled ideas upon them, large, thick leather bound books and newest technologies to scatter the tables. She had no intentions of going home just yet, she was too tired to lock herself away in her cave like she had been doing the last few days. The white tiger shifter needed exercise, fresh air, to gain more on her social skills with the other races so she knew what was being put up against in the case of a threat. Her pack was growing rapidly, quicker than she would think, which was lovely, but time-crunching all the same. Thankfully for her, her shop had been built to be a two floored apartment, so the change of clothes or somewhere for her to crash was always open for her to stay. A raspe voice behind her caused her to look up, and turn around, meeting the man's gaze with her pale blue stare, "Ms. White, I am heading back to camp, do you need a ride or are you resting here for the night?" Dak said in a polite tone, staying composed and collected before her as she was his leader. There was nothing special about him, only but the rank of a Baron, the soul of a hyena, and a lousy and improving one at that. Eden had given him the position for his foolish behavior, forcing him to clean the shop and work as he slave of an assistant. "I'm fine, I'm going to stay behind for a while longer and run some... errands." Behind his shoulders, she turned her attention to the lighting in the skies, seeing it was turning darker and darker with every passing moment, the streetlights one by one light the cemented paths that laced through the friendly, quiet town.

Once the shifter had bowed and drove off, Eden then decided her plans for the evening, trusting her Bellators and Epror to keep a close watch on the lands like always as she found the idea to have some fun for once. As a tiger, it was rare for her to ever leave her position for the likes of crowds, but tonight was different. Instead of being so uptight and strict about getting a couple things done, the tigress ended with taking a small break to enjoy the time to enjoy her life while she still could. The closest of hers overflowed with clothing, changing and stripping free of her casual attire to fit tightly into a pair of denim blue jeans that held several rips and tears along her long legs. Buttoning a black vest around nothing but a black, bomb-shelled bra, she adjusted her chest to appear perky to any male's attention, the spark of humor sending her smile to smirk as she could see the eyes all on her as she walked through. As she pulled her hair back behind her shoulders, she helped herself to slip into a pair of yellow heels, bright like her personality, stepping in front of the mirror to put on her make up which included of a light layer of pink gloss to her pouty lips and a swipe of mascara. Ever since she had been introduced to the substances that human female used for attraction, she cared little for it, only using small amounts as she believed it was her words and body to pull in a male, just like in her primal form.

Walking out from her shop, she locked it behind her, tugging lightly at the ends of her vest, the bottom half high enough to reveal her belly button and a majority of her chest, the golden locket of hers dangling in the dip. As the scent of her race descended, she knew she was hitting the dividing line, the neutralized territories agreed upon for all of the races created over dusk before time to run freely together as they pleased. Their were most advantages to the areas such as them, but all to well to easily stir the mixture in order to cause disruptions between the races. The city was washed over with night's dark skies and twinkly lights to keep the buildings and streets alive, sparkling in the reflection of her eyes. Soon enough the evening, blue and purple glow shown from a building not far from where she was walking, owned by the Mora queen she knew, but was too busy to find any thing else out. This is a new thing to her, and hopefully socializing with the other race could give her an indication of what they were being put up against in case of a threat. But what was she doing? This was for fun, not business. Relaxing herself, she passed the long line of complaining individuals, both Mora and a rare amount of humans, one vampire at the end that was sniffing someone's shoulder. As she showed the bouncer her ID and snuck a quick fifty for him, releasing her to pass by with more whining from the others.

It was a sitch moving through the crowd of dancing bodies, sashaying her way slowly to the bar to see a Kitsune as the bartender making small talk with a couple of men at the other then, looking up with a giddy expression to see the tigress get her attention, "What'll it be, sweet cheeks?" Her tone was musical, bouncy just like her blonde hair that was tucked behind her fox-like ears. What a strange creature, was all that Eden could think as she looked up, "A Cosmo will be find, extra lime, will you?" She asked in a behaved tone, leaning against the counter as she looked to the ocean blue and sunset lavender tilted floor, the music pounding in her ears but she didn't mind it. "Coming right up!" The Kitsune winked, bouncing back over to the glasses and bottles of various alcohols. Within a few minutes, she had returned with the drink in hand, she peered at the shifter strangely, then shaking it off like as if it were nothing. Eden gave her the money quickly, then taking a sip, eyeing the room suspiciously for any familiar faces. A werewolf's scent practically burned inside her nostrils, his stench causing her to look up and glance passed the figures. Before she could find whom the werewolf was, a charming Neko came to her side and whistles, the strong smell of whiskey and sweat from another body radiating off his skin and mouth. "Comeee..here ooften..? Hmmhmm..?" His words slurred, telling her that he was wasted beyond relief, but as her gaze glared into his, his hand slipped uncomfortably along her side. She made a noise in disgust, shoving the man back so she could move towards the dancers so she could get away from him, putting down her drink before anything and grabbing a tall, muscled man by his wrist and forcing him to move with her body. His brows shot up out of shock, then relaxed and nodded in approval as he lightly pinched her waist, turning her around as Eden swayed her hips to the music.

[[ I passed out somewhere in the center and woke up with this huge damn thing. ]]

So many smells were sensed within the crowded room, bodies, people, creatures, living things dancing about and drinking colorful alcoholic beverages, talking, being, well normal. Humane what some would call it as. This was so out of her element, she was naturally a tiger, but was also human, in a way. Even after almost four hundred years, she still hadn't gotten used to the whole 'human' thing. She enjoyed being a tiger, to run for hours without stopping and exploring alone, maybe a friend if one was willing to accompany here on some trips. Doing these activities was a great thing for her, sometimes a little head spinning, but, nice to do when the mind is bored and needs a repair or the thought to get away. Eden was adventuring her options, expanding her horizons and mind by being more active in the human realm than stuck in her territories, if only she knew where that werewolf was. As the human kept her in balance as she wondered secretly, ghost dancing she called it, when she wasn't there, but moving at the same time. It was a way to multitask in the shop, a technique she had whipped up whenever she'd fall into her daydreams and automatically type out the story without noticing, then come to open her eyes and return to reality, a fifty paged short story would be revealed before her. Eden claimed herself as a ghoster, a term she picked up and named herself to be since she held that talent to a key. She could be doing two things at once, but never realizing it until she broke away from wherever her mind led to. She loved it, for it made her life similar with specifics of becoming a leader of such a rapidly growing race, if only some would understand her position of being in charge of Shifters...

See what most don't understand is, in most clans of shifters, as in, different types, both feline, canines, carnivores, omnivores or even both, is that, she's in charge of all of them, keeping them in balance so they wouldn't fight and serve to protect like they prove themselves to do when she would first meet them. As her Bellators, she expects the greatest out of them, though Dak wasn't the worse of her worries, it was neighboring threats that phased her to be uncomfortable. There were leaders who strived to start wars, some that wished peace and change their ways to become greater allies, and then... there are the careless groups. People or, creatures whatever they may be always reckless of their choices in life and choose not to do what they are expected of. She sighed, sweat embedding her lean body as she grind her hips closely to his waist, spinning around in a dip to arch her back to meet his hazel mortal gaze. Just as he was about to pull a move by lowering his hand to land on her ass, a similar, friendly voice rang behind her, "This is for you ma'am, a very generous gentlemen got it for you." Slowly, Eden turned to face her, blinking once and raising her brows as she took the kind offer from her hands, the same drink she had before. So she was being watched, the question was, by whom? She smiled at the Kitsune she had met before, "May I ask where I can find this lovely man you speak of, or whom he is?" Before she could receive and answer, all the woman did was give a cute giggle and stride away without a word. The human male stared at the tail blankly, from what she believed he was thinking that it was a 'costume' but she knew what it really was. Eden was about to leave her position to go after the woman and ask again to see if she hadn't heard her, but she remained in the man's arms, eyeing the room once more. Keeping herself to dance with the human once again, she used her peripheral vision to look at her surroundings, being blocked by neighboring partners and a couple men that watched her move. Creeps, was all she could think. Usually if she were the one dancing alone, she'd make them work for it, this man however, was just a way to get away from the drunken Neko. She knew she was using him, but it a way, she sorta liked it, giving a short smirk as she felt his hips press closer to hers. Seeing the technique was failing, she started to make it look like she was looking to the sides of her body or whip her hair however what she was really doing was trying to catch a glance to someone watching her closely, but from a far.

There were many eyes on her, a bit of being insecurity pained in her head, keeping quiet as she turned around and held the man's neck. Looking around, she spoke to the male human to keep things from being too awkward, "Apologies for being so forwards, the name's Eden, you?" She spoke over the music, loud enough for him to hear, but easily faint so none of the rest could eavesdrop. There was a werewolf and more shifters she hadn't met around here, if they wanted, they had the ability to listen in on personal conversations as they pleased, whether the people enjoyed it or not. The male chuckled softly into her ear as he rocked his hips to the music, taking her hand and spinning her around into his arms, "Its no prob, just a little surprised someone pretty enough, and strong could or would want to dance with a kid like me. How old are you, twenty... twenty-two?" He breathed down her neck, replying in a charming, low-tone towards her as she glanced around the room, catching the eyes of many, but only looking for one that would really want her. Judging from the movies, it was always a wealthy man, keeping to himself in the background until she would fight to find him. If only she was pointed into the right direction, she smirked, "Something like that..." Eden slowly spotted a man sitting in a corner of the room, lit by dim lighting, an emerald gaze staring directly at her and she figured her was the one. Targeting his scent through the mist of smells, it was like her questions were answered, he was the werewolf, the one she smelt earlier but could not decipher direction. A she slowly peeled herself away from the man, she slipped a small card into his back pocket, winking as she took a sip of her new drink and mouthing the words, 'Call me' to him. He lazily saluted to her with two fingers and the same charming smile as before, turning away as a hipster, fun brunette bounced closely to his side. Without another word, she slowly lingered towards the edge of the dance floor, never loosing his gaze unless he'd look away, studying him to the fullest. As she came closer, his scent became intoxicating, a slight pinch of cologne to cover his body as he sat comfortably on the furniture. Clicking her bright yellow heels further, a small smirk rose to the side of her face, holding the glass elegantly in her palm, "Are you the one who is claimed the 'very generous gentleman' that gave me this satisfying drink...or have I mistaken for another?" Raising the glass to her plump, pale and glossy lips, she poured a bit down her throat, step by step moving closer to sit on the armrest of the chair, "I'm Eden White, and you are...?"

[[ Kinda short, sorry. ( ]]

The constant pounding in her ears sounded like the drumming of her own heartbeat within them, her own belief to be that it really was her pulse that she was hearing on her own. Lavender Lounge's music was not helping her case, her heightened tiger sense of hearing only making it worse at how loud it was. Eden tried tuning it out so she would only here him though, focusing her attention the charming and seducing man before that she wished to know more about, a shake to her head at his way of apologizing. She laughed softly, "Please, there are no need for apologizing here, for I am actually thankful of it fortunately happening. I'm not much for the dancing type, or party if we're being honest here. This is actually the most I've done in about a few months. Been hectic at work and all, keeps me away from what I could be doing at such a young age, wouldn't you agree? And thank you for the compliment, I don't usually get that everyday by a dashing man like yourself anymore." Eden replied, smoothing over her small black vest with her hand, fiddling with the straw of her drink to rest between her lips as her eyes caught the Kitsune's white smile. The way she acted was so cheery, annoying almost, but a sense of sexy behind it, if that were even possible. Being a shifter, she whispered words into the one's mind, finding it useless as their body language was doing enough to not even need the set of words or thoughts to know what they were both thinking. She winked slyly to the fox, grinning back before glancing to Lucian for a watching reaction. The tigress turned her attention to watch the bartender Mora sashay back to her position, disappearing to who knows where, leaving her curious as to know where that place was exactly.

Looking away for a change, she met the eyes of the werewolf, sensing the change of power and control behind them to something much stronger than she had ever encountered. Her brows rose slightly at his words, finding out that he was not just a werewolf, he was the werewolf. The original, much like herself, only she was the second generation of shifters to be breed perfectly fine. And both are leaders. Perfect, something they could both relate with, but it was what he was that almost sent her on the edge of alert. Werewolves had never had a personal liking into her race, but she had never minded the werewolves for they did not scare her, not at all even. Eden looked to the seat next to him, shrugging off the potential alertness in her behavior to sit at his side. Crossing her legs in a neatly behaved and classy manner, she gave a last sip of her drink before returning his words and questions, putting down the drink and holding out a delicate human hand with sharpened claws, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lucian Silviu, and may it be an honor to tell you that I am a leader myself. You are very much correct in that department, for I have been an act of evolution all my life. I am the Regina and or leader of the thriving race known as the shifters, a mere resemblance to the Werewolves, but lesser the pain of course from what I've heard. And if you know more of my race, then that makes it just ten times more easier to describe our similarities and differences, hm?" As she looked to him with shining blue eyes, she smiled softly, "I phase from a White Siberian Tigress into what you see before you, and from the time I sat at the bar, I knew for a fact there was a werewolf somewhere in the room, and honestly wanted to know where he or she was... Small world after all, huh?" The slightest shade of blush rose to her cheeks, but the Regina acted as if it were not there as her smile widened a bit more at his addition to the compliments in a simple question. "I'm all ears to what you have to ask. I have only been here for a mere hour I would believe, but sometimes time flies when we're having fun, depending on all who you spend it with." As she spoke, her head tilted slowly to the side as she rubbed a thumb over the stoned opal on the lid of her silver locket, smiling away at both where this conversation was leading and the fact she knew who the pictures of inside. If only she could see them one last time, even her brother...

Eden laughed, shaking her head lightly again, "It's not that they don't do that, its just it never seems they would want to tell it to my face instead they just stop and stare as I move on through my way. I have a tendency to not stay in one place for a long time unless something has caught my eye, and in your case, its rather fortunate you still have my attention. But, its kinda hard since I find your race rather interesting as well as you think of mine. How I see it is, is that a lot of the men these days cannot gain the enough courage to stand up to a woman and tell her how beautiful she is anymore. It's strange to watch how much the world can alter before your eyes in just a decade, presuming you to be at most, what? Twenty times my age? That would mean you've seen far more changes than I would ever see if I'm correct, I'd love to hear what was like to live through it all," She relaxed a bit, to the slightest of her weight shifting in her seat as his hand moved towards her leg in a gentle, yet wanting way, leaning on him shortly as she smiled up into his emerald hues, "I've always wondered what it would be like to live through history, kinda have a love for the subject, let alone literature." How could she forget, her two favorite and utter most valuable subject to her that she came strongest in when comparing to education-wise? History had always been a win for her, taking great interest in all of the beginnings of the technology and weapons the humans had long before the Shifters were what they became, all the wars that had occurred because of disagreements in color or wealth. But, it most situations, that's how it always happens, even with the Humans against all other species, including a rare some of themselves.

She kept listening to Lucian, nodding along and looking to him when she was ready to answer, being cut off too short as the spunky blonde Kitsune once more came to their aid. It did indeed surprise her at how frequent she was in her delivers, for there were only one other Mora besides the Kitsune managing the bar. How does she do it? Eden smiled up at the Kitsune that was claimed to be called, Sylvana according to the Alpha, knowing that the two shared a small bond of friendliness to easily recognize, "The pleasure is all mine, Sylvana. As for something to drink, I am fine for the moment, but I'll have what he had instead, as will he have another, please." Eden would usually refuse the offer for someone else buying her a drink, but to heck with it, wasn't everyday she had something to keep her attention from fading into the black with her to leave instead. Her gaze returned to his, the burning sensation of heat that radiated off his body into her shoulder and somewhat of her leg beneath her ripped jeans. She had to bite back a growl at how comfortable he was at getting close to a female, but for some reason, she was enjoying the attention from such an admiring creature, both a beast and man in one, "Your ranks as I can see are fairly easy to understand since they have been around far longer than I have been alive, as for mine, the leaders, as in me, would be Regina or Rex, then as for Beta it would be an Auxiliary, Elite to Epror, Delta to Dux, Warriors to Bellators and so on. There are slight similarities now that I see them, but all share the same meaning of course. My race includes of almost all animals, from maybe even a tiger like me all along the food chain to a meaty cow. We come from everywhere, I originating from the forests of Brittany in France along with my parents whom were the two first Shifters brought into the world and the beginning of our race as well as my older brother, Darren, whom I know none about any more since I have no seen him since I was nineteen..." Eden's words faltered and trailed off as the sad memory of watching her brother drown his sorrows in alcohol, the intoxicating substance that drives the mind to want more until you can't see straight or can't even feel sometimes. She knew not if he was dead or alive at this point, but she never looses hope to think that somewhere, he is alright.

As the tigress fiddled with some of the loose threads of the holes in her jeans, she awaited the Kitsune's return, seeing her work behind the counter like before, putting the contents together with practiced fingers. Eden quickly gathered herself back up to speak again, leaving what all that behind in order to last a normal conversation without bringing up the past, "Well, I wouldn't say for starters that I am the wisest in the categories of the following, but I've come to know a lot about the Vampire's, as well as befriend only one that I know I could trust. Mora, however is iffie, I would say I know a moderate amount of them, but there has been so many rumors, its so confusing at all one time. I am not friends with any of them, and from what you probably saw, the Nekos are a bit too friendly when they're a bit tipsy. And humans?" Eden waved off her hand, rolling her eyes as she had felt herself grow bored by just saying the species's name, "I think I know too much about them. It's hard not to since they're always there." She preformed a cocked grin, eyeing him slowly as she found herself staring and blushing slightly to herself. Though as if her prayers had been answered, the fox-tailed girl with blonde curls came and gave them the drinks with the same smile as the other many trips. "Here ya go guys! If you two need anything, you know where I'll be." Sylvana winked at Eden and curled her tail to brush over her calves before leaving to her place behind the counter, being watched from the tigress's eyes of how cheerfully she handled her position, even with the wasted ones trying to get her to show off what she clearly was gifted with. As the Regina rolled back her shoulders, she sat straighter to crack her back, "I would love to spend my time here, but I'm not much of the type like I had said, being a tiger, it is my nature to stay in peaceful environments and out of the noisy areas. And as a warning, you're wasting your time about asking me what I do for a living. I'm a writer, actually. Fantasy, which isn't at all fantasy now that some of the humans now that we exist, but nonetheless, they are still the top most wanting types of books, and I love to write about fiction. A majority of them are of the paranormal state of life, ghosts and whatnot. I've always shared a love for that type of stuff... Hm.. How bout you?"