..::Beast and the Harlot::.. -- Club Alien

She bit her lip, considering the innumerable of possible outcomes should Russia have gotten the intel they were after. Not a one of them ended well, not even best case scenario. Russia had a large supernatural population, there was a lot of open space for those who desired solitude. She knew a few wolves who had moved there when they had become unable to deal with a life in society. Hell, even she'd spent a few decades there, though she'd spent most of her time in St Peterburg instead of the wilds.

She let her fingers trace across the broken flesh of his palm, taking not of the way he'd used the pain to regain control. She'd remember that if she ever had to get his beast back on its leash... And she had a feeling she'd be needing to do that if she spent more than a few hours with this one. She had the odd feeling that she'd be seeing quite a bit of this one. She let her slender fingers slip from his flesh as he assured her he had himself under control. She wasn't about to stand by and let her brothers favorite human get harmed. Not when she could do something about it.

She arched a brow as he spoke of not being able to leave, violet gaze sliding to the human across the bar. There was an odd mix of emotions coming off of him. "You want me to wait?" She had a feeling things were either going to get violent, or they were about to get sentimental. She wasn't sure what would be worse. She glanced around the bar, suddenly glad that this storm had forced most of the town to stay home, that the place wasn't as crowded as it normally would have been.

Sabrina Snow

Demi-Godess

Daughter of An

This shining city built of gold
A far cry from innocence
There's more than meets the eye here
Look to the waters of the deep

A city of evil

There sat a seven-headed beast
Ten horns raised from his head
Symbolic woman sits on his throne
But hatred strips her and leaves her naked