Prost! [Noir]

Noir couldn’t allow the mask to slip, and thankfully there was enough wolf to go around at this party. He struck out at first, and to his own sister no less, but he was more mature than he had once been. His anger didn’t send him flying off the handle anymore, but he let it sit in his heart and turn to hate as his massive form walked through the massive gathering. There were drunkards everywhere and he could easily forget about Theory and the dark woman. He had mixed emotions about the two women walking off together, and though he hadn’t said much thought it repulsive. Of course Theory would be a clam licker.

He pushed her from his mind, now was the worst time to think too heavily on his sibling. Did he even consider her family anymore? Did he consider any of them his kin? Did he really care? Thankfully his wandering mind was distracted by a quiet giggle, bright blue and lavender eyes searched to find the beauty it had come from. He’d learned from Fel, he had to be much more smooth and convincing if he was going to coax himself into anyones pants.

At this point he was quite inebriated, perhaps Theory’s words had affected him more than he wanted to acknowledge. She didn’t matter, the only thing that mattered was how loose he felt and the woman who’d caught his attention. She was working with some plants and wine, reminding him a lot of his youth but he didn’t give that memory much thought. Though he wanted to be smooth and suave his inebriation wasn’t going to allow that.

Theblue marked Destruction plopped his huge form in the sand nearby the red marked beauty. She didn’t seem like a fighter, but her lithe form was supple and strong. Noir felt his attraction quickly, but he managed to keep himself somewhat mysterious. Noir offered a friendly grin as he sipped at his drink before greeting her. ”A woman of your beauty should be surrounded by roses, not dandelions.” He told her matter of factly as he watched her from the corner of his eye.