Temp Board - Full Moon

[Dutch]

Dutch let out a relieved sigh as concern replaced the irritation in Giselle’s face, though she still clearly agreed with the little winged one’s sentiments. He grimaced and tried to look pitiful.

He followed her dutifully and waited while she retrieved some ice and beer, a combination that looked mouthwatering, but it was nothing compared to the heavenly feeling of the soothing ice on his already swelling jaw. Indeed, Amelia had gotten him good. He closed his eyes and kept perfectly still, reveling in Giselle’s skilled touch.

She actually was quite good at this. Obviously she knew what she was doing. He wondered with a sharp little stab of jealousy just how many other men she had nursed back to health.

Don’t be ridiculous, Dutch, she isn’t yours. Hell, you were just flirting away not five minutes ago, he admonished himself.

Smiling, which hurt far less now that his jaw was partially numb, he cracked an eye and peeked at her when she called him a pain.

“Ah, so you admit that I’m irresistibly gorgeous and devilishly charming, then?” he said, ignoring her insults and taking some liberties with her praise. “I knew you were attracted to me. It’s no use denying,” he said, and, fixing her with a heated gaze, quickly turned his head and captured the ice cube, and her fingers in his mouth, suckling lightly.

[Amelia]

((Jive : *wails* i thought you loved me!!!1!1 fine! see what i get you for our aniversary!))
((lol))


Amelia lightened her piercing glare a little as he corrected her rather rash assumptions, and rubbed nervously at the back of his neck. A small smile plucked at the corner of her lips. He was nice. Kinda sweet, too.

“Well, alright. But, you know, I feel perfectly justified in my theories, seeing as how you’re practically related to that asshole. You know, birds of a feather and all that,” she told him defensively. She took his offered arm and gave him a very slightly apologetic smile, which was as close to saying ‘sorry I jumped to outrageous conclusions about your love life and intentions’ as she would ever get.

She wholeheartedly agreed with some free alcohol, though. Much as she was loathe to admit it, her encounter with Dutch stung…

Approaching the bar, Amelia looked right at the bartender and placed her order quite confidently. “A whiskey with a double of bourbon, and I swear to the gods, if you put ice in that I’ll shove them up your nose,” she said calmly, then turned to the white haired man. “And I’m actually kind of hungry too, lets go find something to eat. I’ll pay,” she offered, since he was buying her a drink.

[Giselle Danielle]

((Giselle: ... -hug-))((Haha, she still likes to comfort people.))

She saw him smile and knew that something was up. The man almost always had something in mind, or something that he was about to do. She frowned slightly, feeling like she would have to be on the edge of her toes in case he decided to do something rash. He did do something rash, he had taken what she said and twisted it into something else. Then, all of a sudden, her fingers and the ice cube were now in his mouth.

"Dutch..." She sighed and rolled her eyes. "You crazy man. Do you realize how you almost got yourself killed? If you hadn't looked like a wounded puppy I would have punched you myself." She reached forward and kissed him gently on the forehead. "But, you're too irresistible. It's quite frustrating, really. I want to forget you but you always seem to float around in the back of my mind."

She didn't know why she was being honest. She almost never said more than she had to. But, Dutch...he always seemed to tear it out of her with his beautiful face. Yet, what she said by no means declared her love for him. She had toyed with the word love but instead settled for like. Even with his mistakes, she could never be too mad at him, she didn't know why. any other man and she would have strangled him a bit. Annoyed at these thoughts she took a long sip of the glass before removing her fingers from his mouth and took out another ice cube.

"Don't eat this one." She said sternly, though her eyes held an amused gaze as she brought the ice cube to his skin.


Maverick felt bad. The woman still thought Dutch was an asshole, and all because of the poor wolf. He almost hung his head in shame. He resisted and managed to retain the smile. It widened a bit when she took his arm and he nodded at her words.

"Think what you wish, I will not object. I simply hope that perhaps I may prove you wrong."

He led her to the bar and listened to her order. He didn't know much about alcohol, just that some tasted good and some tasted bad. He had a feeling that what she had ordered tasted good, but perhaps was strong. Was that a good or bad thing? He wasn't sure.

"Ale." He ordered and dug out coins from his pocket to pay. "Thank you."

He looked to her as she spoke about dinner. His stomach growled loudly at the thought of it and he glanced downward. A chuckle escaped his lips and he looked up at her. At the promise of food, his eyes took her in a bit differently. He had never thought her ugly, or anything of the sort, but she now looked beautiful. Food was a way to any wolf's heart.

"I'll pay for at least half." He said, smiling. "Steak isn't too cheap."

Now he was looking forward to the food. He loved food.

[Dutch]

Dutch frowned a little when she rolled his eyes at his small seduction and told him she’d had every intention of knocking his lights out.

That was not the response he’d been after.

“Well, I suppose I’m glad she got to me first, then. You usually seem to have pointy things on you, and I wouldn’t want one of those to find it’s way into my organs or anything,” he said teasingly, having perked up slightly when she admitted she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Sort of.

Just floating about in the back, hmm? He thought mischievously. I’ll have to remedy that. And, lo and behold, the perfect opportunity presented itself almost instantly.

Returning the heat to his stare, he leaned forward with the ovious intention to kiss her. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to occupy my tongue some other way,” he said, pouring on the velvet voice that always seemed to work so well.

[Amelia]

Amelia nearly laughed as the wolf’s stomach growled at the mere mention of food. He was actually quite entertaining. And a giggle did escape as he suddenly looked at her as though she were the most radiant being he’d ever seen.

Ah. So he’s one of those men, she thought with a wry twist of her lips. She’d known more than one male who’s idea of alluring was dangling a good steak. Luckily, one of them happened to own a pub here in Adea.

“They are when you know the cook. Come on, I know the perfect place,” she said, snatching her drink in one hand and looping her other arm around his to forcibly lead him.

[Giselle Danielle]

She shook her head slightly at him. He was a royal pain in the butt. She wanted to strangle him sometimes, but at the same time she didn't want to hurt him.

"No. I think we've established that I can't stab you."

She tried to concentrate putting the ice on his face. But, the little Pirate had to have that look in his eye. That look that was so easy to fall for. And then he leaned forward, as if to kiss her. His words confirmed it and she almost wanted to punch him in the gut. He was too irresistable, however.

"You're such a pain." she grumbled before she leaned forward, her lips meeting his.


Amelia, had quite literally, found a special place in his heart. He would love her even more when the steak was dangling in front of him. The thought of meat made him salivate, yet he managed to keep it back. It was so much easier as a wolf...just let the drool hang. But, he had a feeling if he did that as a human he would scare her away.

"Oh?" Maverick asked, stumbling slightly after her. "I like this." He admitted, finally regaining his balance. "Glad I met you. I have absolutely no idea where there'd be good steak around here...."

[Dutch]

Dutch chuckled as the brunette beauty in front of him grumped about his irksome personality, and then obliged his kiss. He gave her bottom lip a gentle nibble and released her, leaning back enough to see her eyes.

“I prefer to think of myself as a sting of pleasure, actually,” he teased, smiling at her.

Studying her face, he suddenly noticed that his fingers had found their way, of their own accord, to her cheek, and were now running lightly along her jaw. His smile softened.

“Missed you,” he admitted softly.

((>.< short!))

[Amelia]

Amelia tossed a smile back over her shoulder at her captive as he expressed his good fortune at running into her.

“One of the guys I grew up with back in Iondorra was really good at cooking, so he moved down here to open up a restaurant. Thing is, he only knows how to cook steak, pork, and potatoes,” she told him with an ironic laugh. “He’s absolutely fabulous at the three things he knows how to do, though,” she assured him.

She liked the wolf. She was comfortable with him; having grown up raised by the town, she’d felt as though she had numerous siblings, most of whom were males. And after seeing countless boys succumb to the appetite of adolescence, she’d learned the value of food, particularly good food, in a relationship, and therefore eating was a major part of getting to know someone for her. She probably would never have taken that Dutch to eat; she had no interest in knowing him. But the Native wolf man…. He was pretty entertaining. She wouldn’t mind hanging around with him for a while.

She turned one last street and stopped them in front of an enormous gaudy display of a smiling cow sitting on a griddle, holding a roasted pork in it’s lap and a fork in one cloven hoof-hand.

“Trust me, the food is better than his advertising,” she assured Maverick.

[Giselle Danielle]

((No worries! I've posted shorter ))

He was good at kissing, she'd give him that. It was something that she'd eventually miss if they were to be parted again. Probably would be parted again. She didn't settle down and she was sure he didn't either.

"A sting of pleasure?" she asked, absently leaning her head into his touch. "Mmm, suits you. Dutch, the man of stinging pleasure."

She looked up at him as he admitted that he had missed her and she allowed the ice cube to fall to the ground. She took a sip from the ale that resided within the glass and looked at him. Did he really miss her?

"I missed you too." She found the words hard to say, despite how true they were.

((See, this one is short ))


He listened to her words, mouth salivating as she spoke about the food. How his stomach turned and snarled like an angry wolf at the mere mention of food. Maverick had the strange talent of eating loads of food and growing muscle rather than fat.

"It sounds delicious." He murmured, arm tightening slightly around hers. "Very delicious."

They turned the corner to be met with a large sign. He didn't much mind, he found it rather interesting. He didn't have a high standard for taste, so the sign seemed quite alright in his head. He didn't understand why she thought it wasn't nice. Then again, he didn't have an eye for such things.

"Then I look very much forward to his food." He said, grinning toward her. "Let's go."

His voice was bordering on a child's with his excitement as he hurried towards the restaurant and pulled her with him. This time, he was doing the pulling.

[Dutch]

A wry smile twisted Dutch’s lips at his new title. Stinging pleasure indeed; a night of pleasure, and a violent sting with the discovery of an empty bed the next morning. Since their last meeting, Dutch had spent fewer and fewer nights in the company of a woman. He’d never realized how devastating it could be to want more and had it denied you. For the first time in his adult life, the bed-hopping pirate felt twinges of guilt for loving and leaving a woman.

Not to mention, no matter how hard he imagined, when the dawn light touched their faces none of them were Giselle.

He was surprised how unhappy he was to hear his lost assassin admit that she, too, had missed the company of the other. He’d expected to feel relieved that her feelings were reciprocated, perhaps even a little vindicated, but he found he didn’t like the heaviness of her voice as they carried the words, and he realized with surprise that he would rather her have gotten over him than be sad for his absence.

Sighing to himself, he stood and took her hand, smiling down at her to hide the ache that had taken up residence in his chest. “Come dance with me, m’dear. It is a festival, after all; attendees are expected to be festive!”

((lol, i am relieved.))

[Amelia]

Amelia laughed lightly at the wolf; he was practically bouncing in anticipation. Like a little boy at a toy vendor’s cart.

“Oh!” she exclaimed as she was suddenly tugged toward the restaurant, not used to being on the receiving end of forcible guidance. She laughed again, louder, and hurried to keep up with him.

As they pushed through the saloon style doors, Amelia raised an arm in greeting at the nearest waiter and shouted to him.

“Oi! Tell the cook that he has a gorgeous feathered beauty waiting for some food, and she’s damned hungry!” she said with a grin, and as the waiter turned to take the message to the grill in the back, a familiar face poked up from behind the bar.

“Where? I don’t see any gorgeous women!” he said angrily, looking about. “Just a crazy Iccaru and the poor sod she’s roped into being her lover,” he teased, and winked at the white-haired man next to her.

Amelia laughed. “Jerk!” she said fondly. “Get us a table and some menus, would you? I’m about to die of hunger, and my friend,” she put emphasis on the word, for Maverick’s sake, “may very well eat me soon.”

[Giselle Danielle]

((I'm going to assume that he didn't leave her in the middle of the night...and that they had just split ways, haha.))

She found her eyes looking off to the side, ale brought to her lips once more. They had never really been going out, or anything of the sort. They were simply there for each other when sex was needed, and that was probably the best part of their relationship. They never had really gotten to know each other...not intimately....not enough for Giselle to had stayed with him and for him to have stayed with her. Though, it had hurt when she had slept that night without him. She had reasoned that all she missed was their nights together and his smell and that she'd be fine. She hadn't been.

Maverick later told her that she had been quite irritable and upset with almost everything. She denied it, however.

"A dance?" She asked, slowly coming out of the trance to look up at him. She smirked slightly. "Alright, a dance then."

She took the last sip from her drink and set it down. Her hand tightened around his and she stood. She grinned and pulled him toward the other dancers.

"Come on, you're so slow." She complained, looking over her shoulder at him as she pulled.


Maverick's nose quivered in delight as they entered the saloon. Even as a human, his nose could not mistake the smell of delicious meat.

A frown appeared on his face as the man questioned whether or not there was a gorgeous woman. He almost blabbered out 'She's right here!' but knew when to keep his mouth shut. The man had been kidding, and after seeing that his companion was not upset by the man's words, relaxed.

"Nah, I don't eat two legged things..." He said, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. "So no worries, you're safe."

He took a swig from his drink, relishing in the bitter alcohol. One thing humans were good for, alcohol.

[Dutch]

As Dutch remembered the devastatingly long nights without the woman before him, he felt the desire for his own glass of obscenely strong alcohol, but refrained. He didn’t want the blur of inebriation of mar his memories of time spent with Giselle.

He watched the way she moved as she led him toward the dancing people, and wondered if she’d used that natural grace to kill anyone recently. He wondered if she’d slept with them first.

Wondered if she’d slept with anyone, actually. Did she have a hard time without him? Did she refuse to turn on a light with a night's companion so she could imagine it was him, and not some nameless lover? Or was he the only pathetic one?

Dutch rolled his eyes at himself. Idiot. What would Jive say if he saw you moping about, imagining things about a free woman’s love life? he chastised himself.

He forcibly brought himself out of his melancholy musings and laughed as Giselle grinned back at him, calling him slow.

I’ll show her slow, he thought competitively to himself. “So we’re going fast and hard tonight, then, love?” he teased, and with a jump-step he was beside her, his arms already moving to spin her about and dive into the most rigorous dance steps he knew.

[Amelia]

A hot blush spread across the Iccaru’s face as her white haired companion gave her a wolfish grin, eyes alight and over all slightly dangerous looking, despite his assurances that she was safe.

He looked so…. unabashedly carnivorous.

Amelia liked it.

He was so much taller than her (although, actually, everybody was taller than her) and his white hair gave him a feral, untamable look. He was like a huge protector; she was reminded of her ‘brothers’ back at Atticus…but not.
Amie, stop it. You don’t fall for every handsome face and voracious appetite you see. You will keep your head about him and not make undue relations, she told herself sharply
Except she did….and she was.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, her bracelets and bangles clinking cheerily, her fingers ran across the flower she received from the blonde earlier and tucked behind her ear, and frowned. That was right. Maverick was simply making up for his nearly-brother-in-law’s rudeness, not taking her out on a date or anything.

An arm reaching out and seizing hers interrupted her inner turmoil.

“Gods, Ames, are you single-handedly keeping the vendors in business?” asked Ben, her chef friend, as he looked at her bedangled arms and feathers. She jerked her arm away indignatly.

“They’re pretty, and I liked them," she said defensively. "Now, get me some food before I collapse from starvation and tell everybody what rotten service you have here,” she threatened weightlessly. They both knew she’d do no such thing.

“Well, what do you want then? You and your friend,” he mocked her earlier tone, “can have whatever you like, on the house,” he said, and nodded in greeting at the wolf man.

“Name’s Ben, by the way,” he said, and extended his hand in greeting.

[Giselle Danielle]

Giselle was expected to know almost all the dances the lands held. She had to blend in with the surroundings of where her hit lived, or else she'd stand out and following someone secretly would be quite difficult. She had done her best to learn all the customs, though some she had given up on. She read a lot, and oftentimes forced Maverick into dancing with her or performing cultural ceremonies so she wouldn't look like a complete idiot if she ended up showing up at such a time. So, when Dutch began to dance she quickly followed his lead.

"Fast and hard sounds quite alright to me." She said, grinning at him. "Though, I have to admit, I'm a bit rusty."

She hadn't slept with any man since their last encounter. She didn't know why, but it just felt wrong. Also, men didn't approach her on a daily basis, so it had mostly slipped her mind. She was also certain that no one would be able to do as exceptional of a job as Dutch had done.

"Don't you know any...animalistic dances?" A grin began to spread across her face. "I mean...you are part fox after all."


Maverick looked to all the trinkets on the Iccaru's arm. His eyes ran over them. A couple designs confused him, but he realized it didn't much matter. Designs were designs, and this was a festival. It didn't much matter if a design was incorrect or ugly, no one would really notice. Unless, of course, if you were in a restaurant where you knew the owner.

"I think they're pretty." Maverick said, smiling. "Though some are a bit strange..."

Maverick's eyes shot up towards the man when he said 'on the house' and immediately began to like him. Due to the man being...well, a man, Maverick did not exactly fall 'in love' with him but definitely held respect for him. He looked at the hand, hesitant for a moment. What was the human custom? Oh, yes. He firmly grasped it and gave it a shake, grinning at Ben.

"Nice to meet you, the name's Maverick. Thank you very very much." His eyes twinkled with joy and he had to keep himself from jumping up. An invisible tail was wagging violently behind him. "I'd like steak, please...medium rare if it's possible. I don't mind too much, as long as it's meat."