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Anonymous:
((Basically, it's gonna get gory...it's gonna get sexy. Don't read it if you don't like it <3 ))


Bright green snake eyes observed the hustle and bustle of the space station, very closely. They were jumping from person to person, remaining on one person longer than another. As if looking for something specific, and were constantly being let down in the people they noticed. A soft sigh came out of the body the eyes were connected to.

It was a woman. Someone who had the very essence of a predator in the way they stood and looked. It was equally threatening and entrancing. She looked like someone who would get you into a shit load of trouble. Her face looked cold, but beautiful in a terrifying sort of way. She had a pale look to her except in place like her cheeks where her skin stretched tighter over bone. There was a shadow of darkness there and at her fingers.

She was very graceful as she moved through the crowds of people. She seemed to just drift through them accurately. It even went down to her fingers. They were very thin and moved precisely. the fingers reached for a pack of cigarettes sliding one out slowly and lighting it.  The smoke entered her body and escaped in a slow exhale. Her shoulders visibly loosened and relaxed.

The clothes she wore even screamed predator, dangerous, the way your mother had always warned you about. She had on a pair of tight dark jeans with raggedy holes in the knees and different places. Her shirt looked like it was a black light sort of material stretched with a green sparkly curled up cobra on it. It had a couple holes in it as well. Her motorcycle jacket was the only thing that seemed spared by whatever was attacking her clothes and leaving holes.

This snake was looking for prey. She wasn't sure how the night would end. She just knew she wanted someone to play with. To tease. Someone to toss away after she was done with them completely. Someone to take something from.

She wanted a release.

Anonymous:
He wasn't hunting. He probably should have been.

A barely-touched glass of rum sat on the small table in front of him, and the one hand held a cigarette laced with all manner of exotic intoxicants, and the other scratched idly at the skin on his neck. He might have been bleeding; he wasn't entirely sure. Times like this, in a social setting, he had learned to ignore it, but he felt it.

Azrael had gone offline recently for a nap, leaving Llewellyn without anyone to talk to. So he people-watched instead. It was a constant habit. He wore a longer jacket than his usual one, black and gold, instead of red... and the inside peacock blue, as though it wanted to be removed. Azrael had said something about mating displays, but Llewellyn had ignored it. If someone wanted to seek him out, he or she would. Even in a jacket that was too big for him.

Rather, he was too small for it. Pretty though his emaciated figure was, it was frustrating. His colleagues would pass him in the halls, and make offhanded remarks about how it was unhealthy to eat so little. He knew that. He had to deprive himself, though. It would be conspicuous of him to eat the way he wanted to.

Wandering mind and dark eyes caught a glimpse of a kindred spirit; a wolf among the sheep and inexperienced sheepdogs. Split decision. The mercurial Pilot stood up from his seat and drew his hand back from his neck, cigarette held precariously between sharpened teeth. Red. He sliently left the bar to stand outside and await her passing, holding the cigarette briefly to lick the blood from his fingertips.

Here I am, predator woman. Now take me.

Anonymous:
Smoke floating around her head as she paused for a moment leaning against a wall. This place seemed to be a bust. She shook her head at herself. Going far away to find someone to play with, to hunt, seemed to be a much better idea than hunting in Teinar. Though it seemed not to be turning out as she had hoped. Then she shivered visibly as some sort of feeling crawled up her spine, like someone was watching her.

Makani normally enjoyed the feeling completely. Someone thinking they could come after her. It was so ego-petting she almost couldn't contain herself. This was different though...
It wasn't like Ike who had told her of his psychic ability on one late night run-in. He had been in her mind several times, never going to deep. This felt like someone was touching her from far-away, and much colder.

When she turned her eyes landed on a thin figure that was a splash of black in the crowd. Wide eyes looked at him for a moment very pleasantly surprised. He was so thin and the feeling that was crawling over her, she just had this faint idea it was connected to him. She started to walk towards him looking him over. How tight his skin was over his face. She tilted her head at him. The thin-ness of his body might suggest he would be easy prey to some.

That was not the case however. She knew just from looking at him, without even talking to him that he was one of her. Not one of Them. Which was even more interesting than finding prey to play with. She gave just a slight smile looking at him her canines showing. He had such an interesting style, she couldn't help but look at him. No one she had seen in Teinar dressed that way. What she associated with ages gone by. He was someone who was certainly different.

When she reached him she just stared at him for a moment a thin eyebrow raised. Raising the cigarette to her lips she inhaled and looked his face over her eyes looking up through her eyelashes that had a blue tint to them in the light like her hair. She blew the smoke out of the corner of her mouth away from him right into someone elses face.

"Makani." She held her other slim fingered hand out to him.

Anonymous:
He watched calmly as the woman moved toward him, eyes locked onto him. He was somewhat surprised she had managed to figure out he was there, but not in the least displeased. she looked like the rough-around-the-edges type... maybe that was an understatement. However, Llewellyn doubted she would be stupid enough to regard him as below her.

He pulled his lips back, less smiling than baring his teeth. They were not pointed; rather, filed into knife-blade edges, crookedness untouched by other cosmetic dental procedures and exaggerated by what work to which he had subjected them. Intimidating in a way, but not overtly so. It showed he was capable of surviving, on the outside edge of blending in.

Llewellyn examined her too, one visible black eye darting over her, forming a careful evaluation of her, abilities, background, temperament, without touching her mind. Pilots had to be good at that, not to mention serial killers. He met her hand with his own, nails sharp in the same unassuming squared-off way as his teeth. "Llewellyn Intram."

He let go of her hand and walked a slow circle around her, a gesture of dominance as opposed to a further analysis. "What brings such a lovely, graceful woman to such a classless place as the Cancer?" That grin didn't cease as he spoke; he was pleased to have encountered someone interesting. "Surely you aren't here looking for someone..."

Anonymous:
As he made the circle around her she followed him her snake eyes looking over her shoulders. She was running his name through her head. Llewellyn Intram? His name even sounded like he was some sort of old history book, but a very exciting one. She saw the darkness in his expression as he walked around her. Makani made the conclusion he would be the villain in whatever sort of book it was, and that's how she liked it, certainly tickled her fancy.

"Sort of. Not anyway specific anyway." She lifted the cigarette to her lips again breathing in deep as he finished his circle around her. Letting the smoke out in a plume she grinned at him after wards showing her longer canines.

"But I think I did find someone didn't I?" This was far more fun that she had expected to have here. It was rare she found someone she considered her equal in any situation, her ego didn't really allow for such things. she could put on the face of pretending she wasn't above people but her arrogance ran far deeper than her skin. Especially in her racing, she sort of let it run free there, just like the rest of her.

He certainly set off the alarms she loved to have set off. They might be the same alarms she set off in people sometimes. They were the ones Fi always pleaded with her not to ignore in the personalities of the people Makani sometimes surrounded herself with. The snake normally just told Fi sh had the wrong idea of these acquaintances. Though really it was Makani who she did not know entirely. Makani hoped she never would, she tried to shield those darker sides of her personality from Fi almost naturally

What about you Llewellyn Intram? What are you doing stalking around here?" His name felt good rolling off her tongue, looking over him she expected it wasn't the only thing that would. She pushed thoughts of Fi away. He was far too fascinating to pass up.

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