[RP] Werewolf Mansion

'm going to let Nathaniel stay here for the time being...Not as the leader though ))

Nate leaned back against the high-backed swivel seat and made a steeple with the tips of his fingers as he listened to the man seated across from him. To a stranger it would seem as his mind was a million miles away,but in truth ,every nerve of him was alert,taking in procession information swiftly. Occasionally he would swing towards the wall of windows behind him,staring out without really seeing the magnificent view of the garden. He rubbed at his jaw,grimacing as his fingers encountered the rough stubble of less than a day's growth of beard. No doubt if he looked in the mirror,he would see the dark shadows marring his chin...he would need to shave tonight before his dinner date. He brought his mind back to the present and turned around to face the man that he had been listening to. He had heard enough,he had already gone through the reports himself earlier and every single bit of information had been stamped in his brain."Thanks Pete,I've got it from here"Nate said,unfolding his leaned length from the chair. At six four he easily towered over the man,the well-tailored dark blue suit showing off his impressive physique. He watched the man as he left the office and walked towards the window,staring outside again. Getting their hands on the south side of the city seemed more difficult than he had expected.

Morgon had walked in and simply let her eyes gaze around the room, everything was so new and still. She had been intstructed to come, as she walked in and noticed two males talking, looking at both they were both in deep conversation. Seeing the one male leaving, she noticed the other walked towards the window. Seeing that it was only them she simply walked over to a place that seemed well enough where she could stand. Morgon wasn't completely sure what was suppose to happen or go on but, she had knew that something was odd about this place. She couldn't put her finger on it quiet but, she'd probably figure it out later. She wouldn't pry into stuff that is not wanted, smiling some she knew this would be great. Finally Morgon let all her thoughts subside, as she simply stood their looking at the male, waiting for a response or something.

"Bambiiiiiiiiiiii!!!

Where are you Bambiiiii!

BAMBIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


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=The crazed voice of Falon ringing through the halls of the manor as it broke through whatever silence may still be entailed with the long corridors that lace the manor like a rich set of catacombs. As he called one could hear the scream of a man afterwards in the back yard of the large manor....or was it a deer....no it was certainly a man...right? Had one set their attention out of a window or from the view of a balcony they would see a man attempting to run away, stumbling through the grass with half his body sewed into the very carcass of what seemed to be a dead (or dependant of one's perception of the situation having heard or not heard the deer) or dying deer. The two beings spliced together in a horrible bloody abomination the man tried his best to escape what had become the setting of his own personal hell. He ran off and behind him followed a bloody Falon with pistol in hand. He smirked devilishly as he watched the man run away in futility. A man came up to him and spoke very low to him, obviously asking something of business seeing Falon with a more serious expression upon what would usually be a crazed or emotionless face as he nodded in approval. As he spoke he jest with gun in hand and slight waves of it about with each sentence.=
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"Look in this town there is always a buyer for something, somewhere. You can't deliver the organs for traficking one way then we always have another. Go to the hospitals find those who need organ transplants or maybe even homeless and jobless people. Make them an offer armanos, their down on their luck they wont refuse it. And give them what they want. they want money they'll get it, they need healthy organs? Spliced them fuckin' three at a fuckin' time motherfucker~ We use their bodies to transport the organs remove it surgically when we're there and pay them. they want more? Their gonna have to stand in line to be the next meat puppet eh?

....Now if you'll excuse me.....
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=With that being said he sniffed the air, he was already doped up on morphine and another concotion of his so whereas his body was in peek condition his sense of smell was dulled by the high. Sniffing he didnt seem to smell much, holding gun to air he shot a round in the air and sniffed again....seems he just shat himself...sniffing again he caught a good whiff and smirked. Running back off after the man...deer...thing, he started yelling again.=
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"Bambiiiii!

I'm sorry i kill your momma bambiiiii!!!!

BAMBIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!"
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=Slight reverb in his voice on the last shout almost as if a growl and roar in one as he spoke. He continued to chase the male, it wasent the hunt he usually enjoyed but he loved playing with his food.=

Sin would walk out after his brother with the blood of the creature on his hands as his tongue would reach out lavishing his fingers. His tongue would lick along each finger, around the webbing, around the knuckles, and around his finger nails. His nail would be a bit long and retract back to normal as his lips licked along his lips getting every drop and smear of the creations blood into his mouth. A satisfied growl would rumble from his throat as he say a man approach his brother and the talk of organs and people would make him chuckle as a smirk would appear on his face. He knew his brother wasn't all there at the moment due to the things he had taken, Sin couldn't call himself any different as he slipped a few pills into his jacket pocket earlier on for later use. Having a smart brother had its ups and downs but on days like this, it was perfect. His eyes saw the thing go off in one direction as he spoke to his brother to tell him after the man left.
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" . . . Over th- . . . "
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Before his southern twang could be heard he heard gun shots then the sudden smell of shit would fill the air. Sin's nose would wrinkle and curl as the smell was not so pleasant. Then seeing Falon go after the thing as he would shake his head and sigh out loud. If anyone was close enough they could hear the sigh being released but his physical action showed it just as well as he made his way to the doors leading into the manor and open them with his right hand and left hand grabbing the knobs and pulling them open. Once inside he would straighten up his jacket and shirt along with his belt. A 6'6 figure wasn't hard to miss so he wondered around the manor for a while looking around the walls and ceiling just wasting time. Though at one point in time he passed a male looking through a window but, he would keep on walking and right after the male he would look and see a female standing looking lost and not sure of anything at the moment. Sin could smell them of course but, smell has nothing to do with appearance and he wished to see who was in the manor at the time. His face would stay blank and still if they looked at him his dark crimson red eyes would look at them and nothing more as he walked, His black hair would bounce and sway a bit as he walked as the sounds of his shoes would not make a sound on the floor as he walked. Two pistols would rest on his hips as he walked. The wind from him walking would blow around a few feathers and a coon tail which he had behind his ears as it connected under the hair on the back of his neck. They would be a present he scavenged compressed in books that his mother loved so much so he made them to where he can always have them on him. Scars from the top of his head down his body could be visible by the eye if that part of his flesh was visible at the time. Each scar came from protecting him or his family he had no shame of these scars. The white button up shirt under his jacket would have the sleeves rolled up to the forearm with the top few button of the shirt undone and the tie around his neck loosened. His jacket would seem to rest on his shoulders as he walked, the wind would pick it up at times blowing it behind him. He would continue to walk until something or someone caught his attention as he was entertained by walking and singing songs in his head as he walked.
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" -humming coming from Sin - "
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Lyra had been wandering around the mansion for longer then she could care to mention. There seemed to be so many different rooms and hallways and it had not taken her long to get lost.

With a sigh she stopped and looked around, trying in vain to work out where she was. A long hallway was before her and behind her, there were many doors but none really seemed to lead her to where she wanted to go, wherever that was…

She leant against a nearby window sill, reaching up she ran her hand tiredly through her long black hair, she glanced out the window and her violet eyes widened in shock. There running across the grounds of the mansion was a creature of some sort. She turned her body and took a closer; it looked to be half man half deer. Gasping she lifted her hands and pressed them tightly to her mouth, she wanted to tear her eyes away from the horror before her, yet she was somehow entranced by it.

It was not long after that she noticed a man stepping out after the creature, though she had never met the man she recognised instantly who it was, the pack Alpha. She shivered involuntary and her body seemed to shrink down a little. From where she was she could hear his voice calling out after the creature, he seemed to be hunting the poor man. Though Lyra had no real love for humans she couldn’t help but find the actions cruel.

She blinked and pulled her eyes away from what was happening below, she shook her head before lifting her eyes and looking back out. The alpha seemed to be talking with another man from the pack, it seemed to be a fairly serious conversation and for a moment she thought that perhaps the creature would be able to escape. She was wrong… it wasn’t long before the alpha began firing the gun he carried, each shot made Lyra jump in shock.

Out of the corner of her eye she noticed movement, dragging her eyes away from the creature and the alpha she saw a new male wandering out, he seemed to sigh and turn back towards the building. Lyra stood there for a while, just staring out into the distance. The images of what she had just witnessed seemed to flick over and over in her mind.

She closed her eyes and leaned forward, pressing her forehead against the window, the cool glass relaxing her a little. She could hear footsteps coming down the hallway and she pulled back from the window, turning her head a little, the form wandering down the hallway was the same as the third man she had seen outside. Her eyes widened and she quickly took a small step back. A shiver ran through her body, she quickly dropped her eyes and turned her head to the side, revealing her neck, a typical submissive pose. She held her breath unsure as to what she should do, she wasn’t sure if he would even notice her standing there.

Nate sighed before he finally turned around to face the slave girl that had entered the room in the middle of his conversation with the man that had just left. "Next time ,I want you to stay out in the hallway and wait until I give you permission to enter the room"his words were clipped and cool as he eyed the girl over real quickly. He had to admit that she was beautiful...for a human. Her looks were the only reason why he had picked her at the slave market,the rest wasn't important. "You have no business being in this room while I'm having a private conversation with someone, understood?"he added,while shifting his attention back towards the window when he heard Falon voice coming from outside. He watched his Alpha with a slight frown upon his face as he chased some poor guy through the garden. He didn't really approve of the way that their leader 'played' with his food,but who was he to judge him? Hearing the gun shots made him pull himself away from the window "What was your name again?"he asked her as he started to circle her,like a predator surveying his prey.

Morgon simply stared at the male, noticing another pass by, and then seeing others. She frowned a bit. It was getting a bit full even though the mansion was really big. Morgon heard the male speak to her as she brought her head back to her master. She simply nodded her head at each word he said. He seemed like the cool type but, she wouldn't be so fooled because of her intellegence she knew something was off just a bit. She was very frustrated by the fact that she couldn't think of what was going on around here. Hearing gun shots it didn't effect her really much, as she was use to loud sounds. She moved some as her blond hair that was up waved a bit, looking down at the floor she noticed her black dress, it was nice and it had been a while sense she had been able to wear something like that. She couldn't recall the last time, maybe when she was younger and had parents. Bringing her attention back to the males question, she watched with her dark blue eyes, why was he circaling her she wondered. Morgon was hesitant about speaking and wasn't sure but, she figured she better talk soon or else. " Its.. Morgon." She spoke softly and loud enough only for him to hear, as she said it hesently. What was wrong with her? She was trained to do better had something spooked her? Maybe the vibes around the place but, she would ignored it for now and make sure to act right.

Nate's blue eyes narrowed as he studied the girl from under his lashes"Morgon?...I will try and remember it "he responded with a light shrug of his shoulders. Tomorrow he probably would have already forgotten it again anyways. He usually gave his slaves a nickname that he believed suited them better than their real name. "You have been taught how a slave is suppose to behave ,right? Because up until now your behavior has been rather disappointing"a sheepish grin played across his mouth as he raked his fingers through his hair. He sat back down in his chair,undoing the buttons of his suit as he watched her impassively. He had to admit that she looked good in the dress that she was wearing."Tell me something about yourself munchkin"he said ,keeping his gaze locked with hers,giving her a inkling of the desire smoldering within.

Morgon listened to the male and sigh inside her head at his comment. Some people were really forgetful huh? She thought, as she saw him more, she realized he was much taller then her and she was small but, not that small. Hearing the remark of his comment she nodded her head speaking up normally like she would. " Yes, I was taught sir, I'm sorry sir for the rather dissapointing behavior." She said , as she had forgotten about what had gone earlier acting herself now. She saw him sit down and undo his shirt, she knew it would eventually lead to something. Hearing the word Munchkin she it struck a bit of nerver inside her, she didn't like being called short but, she knew better then to act out. Morgon moved her body slowly to go over and stand infront of him, keeping her gaze locked with his, sense it was rude to look away from someone. Inside she felt a bit irritated and nervouse but, she let the feelings flow away as she began to act proper. Thinking about his now knew question, she wasn't sure no other master had asked so she thought about the things she liked and simply answerd " I like to read master." she said, she had other things but, she wouldn't say them yet.

Nate leaned back in his seat "You like to read? That is all you can come up with when I ask you to tell me something about yourself?"he chuckled with a shake of his head. "I was referring to your age and your background,munchkin. Maybe even a few dirty little secrets. Though I honestly don't care about what you like and dislike."he added, the tone of his voice suddenly turning much colder again. Why would she believe that he wanted to know about her interests? She was nothing more than a fragile little human being ,who he cared nothing about. Nate leaned forward,grabbed a hold of her arm and pulled her rather roughly towards him,which would end her up in his lap."Alright, lets start again. Tell me something about yourself munchkin"he smirked as he wrapped one arm tightly around her waist,preventing her from moving away from him.

Morgon was laughing a bit in her head. She had known what he wanted but, she was joking. Hearing what he actually wanted to hear, she figured she'd give it to him before anything else happened. Feeling the grasp it didn't effect her much because she had worse. Now sitting in the males lap, she kept her locked gaze like a good girl. Thinking for a second she finally heard his command in starting over, as she began to think. " Well, I'm 19.. I came from a rich family but, parents were killed, got taken by a trader and was switched between trade company's. No dirty secrets really.." She said, not really having much to say besides what she said. She hadn't had many experiances in her life sense she was still so young. Seeing the male's arm go around her waist she ignored it and felt a bit comterable in the position, wondering what he'd say next.

Sin would walk and look to his left seeing the female, his crimson eyes looked her over as his head would then turn back as he continued walking. His humming would continue as a low growl would come from his being as he walked away from her. Sin still isn't to keen on other wolves. His hands would rest in his pockets as he wondered. He had heard about the new bar and was pondering if he should go see how it is or wait for his brother to come back. This would weigh in his mind quit a bit as nobody here seemed interesting at all, Most wolfs were boring in the first place. He would begin to make his way through the front doors passing the other wolf and the human girl who seemed occupied with one another. He would only look at them for a split second as he reached out and opened the door only to walk through it ti make his way to the new bar

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Lyra could feel the other wolfs eyes drag over her quickly and she shivered lightly, closing her eyes she was thankful when he moved off. She could hear him passing through the doors and she slowly lifted her head. From this close encounter she had been able to ascertain who he was, the packs beta. He was the younger brother to the alpha and from the atmosphere around him, Lyra could only assume that he was probably as cruel as his brother appeared. She made a quick mental note to do her best to avoid them both in the future.

After a moment she turned, purposely walking in the opposite direction to what the other wolf had taken. Keen to get out of the open she opened the first door she came to. Stepping in she noticed it seemed to be some sort of sitting room. There were multiple couches and chairs surrounding a fireplace, some bookshelves against one wall, and a large object in the corner that was covered by a sheet. The heavy drapes were drawn shut and only a few slivers of sunlight filtered in, giving the room a look of disuse. She quietly closed the door behind her and moved towards the books, her delicate fingers trailed over the spines, a soft smile lighting up her face as she read their titles.

Moving away from the books she headed for the large object in the corner, it seemed to be a piano and this excited her. Reaching for the sheet she tugged hard at it, pulling it free and letting it fall to the ground to reveal the piano. Lyra stood there for a moment, admiring the piece before she stepped forward, trailing her fingers over the smooth wood.

She lowered herself onto the bench, and lifted the cover, reaching out she stroked the smooth ivory keys before playing a few notes, their sound hummed in the air and she was overjoyed to find it in tune. She continued to play, her fingers moving gracefully over the keys.

=It didnt take very long for Falon to catch his prey, it never did. After a while he had returned from the woods out back and were licking his fingers meticulously over each digit. His tongue salivating after every drop of blood and flesh that met his taste buds with every lick as his tongue skillfully slid over and around his fingers as he returned back. He giggled almost uncontrollably as he returned. Some may not approve of his methods or his ideals. Or even his "eating habits." But he was brutal, cunning, seasoned and conditioned, predatory and most of all effective. He knew how to use fear, how to get in an enemies mind and how to out-think said enemy. He knew how to kill almost anything most effectively whether it be to do so as quickly as possible or as long and drawn out to send a message to others. But in this day and age even more so he knew how to bring in the money. Legal or illegal he got the currency rolling and kept his pack well supplied and taken care of. He had little to no disregard for any kind of life but his own and his brother's and specific people. But when it came to his pack they were just as well family in the same respect...if they didn't cross him in any way shape or form. Walking back he looked about to those in the area and generally about the area as well. Snickering a bit he pushed his finger over his nose with a kiddish chuckle after=
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"It's time to get some shit moving! You need work hermanos you come see me. You all have my number, you know where I'll be. Got a lot of things to do now, pretty little things - I want to share with the world."
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=And with that being said he walked off with a wave of his hand in the air. Helmet off as he made way to his little sweet spot, the flat he and his brother lived in most their lives off on the outskirts of town. His little secret home away from what he called home where most of his kind reside.=
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Nate smiled contently as she remained calm and didn't try to fight him once he had pulled her into his lap. So she really did know how to behave,he smiled to himself ."Hmm you parents were killed? How exactly did they die?"he asked,ignoring the fact that this could be a painful memory to her. He placed his other hand on her thigh,letting his thumb brush softly over the fabric of her dress. How many masters/mistresses had owned her before she had caught his interest,he couldn't help but wonder. Nate pulled her even closer ,his eyes liquid pools of heat as he waited for her answer. However his mood suddenly changed when he noticed some movement from the corner of his eye as sin walked passed the room. He looked rather displeased,if the frown on his face was any indication of his inner feelings. He gently removed his arm from around morgon's waist and pushed her off his lap "That will do for the time being"he muttered under his breath as he got up from his chair. The situation within the pack had changed quite a bit and he wasn't sure what to think anymore. He had reached the point that he was considering to leave the pack. Becoming a rough wolf sounded rather tempting at the moment. His eyes shifted towards the door once again as Falon walked passed the room as well,he didn't even have to guess where the Alpha was heading."Go and make yourself useful and get me a drink"he barked at Morgon

Morgon didn't want to answer the question he asked, and she really didn't want to remember either. She saw herself being pulled closer, as after a minute he started frowning. She wondered what was bothering him but , then she realized the peopel she had seen earlier passed and left the mansion. Maybe they interupted? She was lost in though and realized that she was not pushed onto the ground, she felt a small pain but, ignored it and didn't make a sound. "Yes, master" is all she said and got up scurrying out of the room towards the kitchen, she had been given a tour of the place and knew where it was. Looking threw everything she wasn't sure what to get him. Maybe she could run from now and be free? She thought how it would be so good but, she better not. Maybe later on, as she finally poured him a drink, she walked back to his room stopping for a second. She looked over and saw a plant, that she knew what it was and it had a rain poision in it, she could do that but, that'd probably make things worse. Sighing a bit she put her normal expression back on as a slaved and walked in the room to her master, handing him the drink. " Here you go master" She said, as she stood their infront of him.

Maybe he shouldn't have pushed her that hard,he thought to himself as he moved towards the door,watching her as she walked off. He wouldn't want to see her get hurt,well not this soon anyways. He stood there in the doorway,listening to the music that was traveling throughout the mansion. It has been a while since anyone had touched the piano but it was good to hear someone play it again. Morgon's voice made him shift his attention back to her "Good job"he spoke with a subtle smile as he took the glass from her. The thought of escaping this place should have crossed her mind by now, so the time seemed right to made something clear to her. "I would advice you to not try and run away from me. Because I will find you no matter where you run off too. All I have to do is to follow your sweet scent"he leaned closer, inhaling her sweet scent and smiled "Oh yeah I will definitely find you"he added before taking a sip from his drink. "By the way, you still haven't answered my question yet.."he pointed out to her as he brushed passed her and began to walk towards the room,where the music was coming from "I'm waiting munchkin".

Morgon heard his threat and wondered how he would be able to smell her. Was he some super being? Maybe something that didn't exsist.. she didn't want to drag to much into it, as she simply nodded and followed behind him because he was leaving. She didn't want to really talk about her parents but, she finally stopped thinking about it and spoke straight to him " They were killed by something I thought never exsisted, vampires.. but, I really don't hate them for it." She said, as she knew she probably went into to much saying the last part of her sentence. Morgon simply stayed quiet after and continued following behind the person before her.

Nate stopped dead in his tracks when he heard her say who was responsible for her parents deaths.A wry smile curved his lips at her last words. "Is that so?"he muttered under his breath as he turned around to face her"You don't hate them?". Did she even know what he was,he wondered as he glanced down at her. Well there was only one way of finding that out. His eyes glittered in determination as a lock of hair fell over his eyes,giving him a somewhat dangerous aura. Nate moved,his hands closing like steel bands around her waist."You should hate them just like I do"he easily scooped her up in a fireman's carry and strode up to his bedroom,kicking the door shut with one stocking foot."Tell me muchkin,do you believe that werewolves exist?"he growled as he dumped her unceremoniously on his bed.

Morgon listened to him and heard him say that I should hate them. Why? She said, its not like they have done anything to her. She should feel bad about her parents dieing from them but, she didn't really feel bad at all. Noticing his aura change some, she felt herself lifted into his arms " Why should I hate them..?" She asked daringly, as she now saw them in the bedroom , she sigh inside her knowing what was probably going to come next. Believe in werewolves? What question was that. Do I? She didn't really know wether to say yes or no. Figuring sense Vampries exsist maybe other things do, as she felt herself on the bed now looking up at him still off. She squirmed a bit and parted her lips speaking " Yeah, I guess I do." she answered as she wondered wether or not they coller their pets , sense she had seen all other slaves collerd. Morgon didn't know what she was in for as she heard the growl.

He couldn't believe that after everything that she had been through in the past ,she asked him why she should hate them. Was this girl for real? "They killed your parents,munchkin"he responded as he moved next to her,the bed dipping beneath his weight. He laid down on his side ,right next to her as he lightly brushed aside a strand of hair from her face. "Well that's good to know, because you are now the slave of a werewolf"he said quietly,the angry expression now replaced by smug satisfaction. He knew what she was thinking. She believed that he would force himself onto her,but she couldn't be more wrong. He had no intension whatsoever to touch her right now. Or did he? "You are really different from the slaves that I had in the past"his gaze traveled down her body,lingering for a few seconds on her heaving breasts. "You are human...right? Because you behave like you're some kind of robot,without any emotions"he taunted her a bit.Most of the other slaves acted differently in his presence,however this girl didn't seem effected by anything that he said or did.

Morgon simply didn't respond to his first comment, she knew they killed her parents but, something must of been really wrong with her to have not felt anything for it. She slowly processed things and wondered how it would be if they were never killed. Hearing him say that he was a werewolf, she wasn't surprised maybe a bit shocked but, not surprised. Feeling his hand brush a strand of hair away, she simply moved on her side facing him. She figured it'd be right to face her master. Letting her dark blue eyes look at him, as he was looking her up and down, she heard his question. She was a human right? She was of course, she has a living heart and is breathing. Emotions, those would have died long ago after her first time being sold, she had been in this thing sense a very young age and just got use to it. Her eyes slightly looking a bit sad, " Yes, I am human. I am just use to this, that is all." she said as Morgon's eyes returned back to normal, she would not faulter infront of someone she barely knew. Breathing in and out softly, she waited for his response.

"Take your hands off me!" A loud English accented woman raged as an obvious werewolf man gripped onto her arm and shoved her through the doors of the mansion and she jerked her arm away from him now, growling at him, "Why the Hell am I here?" She snapped and the man stood in front of the doorway as if waiting for her to try and up and leave and he shrugged, "You disobey." He stated, "You are a werewolf, right?" He asked her and Narissara arched her eyebrow up, "No, I'm the Easter Bunny." She responded in a snarky tone that most found distasteful but it only made this man laugh some as she added, "I," She slowed down her words as if she was speaking to someone who lacked intelligence, "Do-Not-Belong-To-A-Pack. Therefore I don't have any rules nor follow anybody's rules. Can you not comprehend that in your thick head or do you seriously lack intelligence?" She folded her arms across her chest and narrowed her eyes at the man who just smirked at her attitude, finding it amusing it seemed, "Rebelling only gets you killed." He responded nonchalantly and Narissara gritted her teeth before she rolled her eyes, "Now I understand," She started laughing out of random now, shaking her head, her laughter seeming more sarcastic than anything, "You brought me here because you think I'm going to kneel and break down and then join the pack, right?" She paused and then spoke once more, "You pluck innocent werewolves from the streets when you see them doing something dishonorable, thinking they are part of "the pack" and you bring them here to be punished only to realize they aren't part of this pack and then you expect them to become part of it." They both stared silently at each other now, the man gazed, looking over her some as if he was thinking immensely on how to respond to her but she immediately cut it off to where he couldn't respond, "Yeah...I don't do the whole werewolf pack drama. So I'm just gonna be on my way," She started to shove past the man who grabbed her arm again and yanked her back, she groaned as he did so and jerked her arm, "I'm going to give you five seconds to take your hands off me before I break them off and shove them up your ass for you." Narissara's eyes glaring at him, if looks could kill this man would have been dead and the man slowly released her and she fixed her jacket now, grumbling and cursing under her breath. "Just stay here." The man snorted at her as he opened the door and walked out of the mansion and Narissara shook her head, "Just because I'm a werewolf doesn't mean I am forced to be here damn it." She snarled under her breath as she took a deep breath, turning her frame to scan her eyes over the mansion she was standing in now, it didn't seem to impress her much as her eyebrow rose up some and she pushed her dark, wavy hair from her face. Her outfit was simple really...dark skinny jeans, a purple tank top that was overlapped with a black jean jacket and some black ankle boots.

Lyra could hear the commotion happening out in the foyer, another stray had been picked up, it seemed this was becoming a regular occurance yet she didnt know why. Of course there was strength in numbers and the pack would therefore feel the need to expand, yet to force strays such as herself and the other newcomer to join their ranks did not result in loyalty.

The arguments continued and she sighed, drawing her hands away from the smooth keys she made her way to the door and followed the noise. Standing off in a corner she leant against a wall, watching the scene unfold before her. It was easy to see that the new woman really didnt want to be here, but there was no point in running. To be tracked by a pack of werewolves would most likely end in your death, so unless you are suicidal, it was generally best to stay put.

As the man left Lyra stood there for a moment longer assessing the new wolf before she shrugged and turned away towards the sitting room once more, intent on continuing her music.