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Got Claws || Sofia&Zaina

       Sofia held the small black cat to her chest as she sat in the dressing room, fingers curled around the creature as it purred into her collarbone. Nibbler had been by her side since Micah had given Sofia the tiny creature, the young siren partially afraid of leaving her alone in Roman’s trailer, yet to be cleaned, and the other part of her simply longing for company as she was so suddenly without it. She’d been used to being on her own for the longest time, and knew in reality she still could be, when Roman was around she’d spent hours on her own just fine, it was her perpetual absence that was making it harder, knowing she was going back to the trailer to be alone when she didn’t want to be.

          “Stay here,” she whispered to the small cat, sitting her down on the bed of clothing Sofia had made for her as she pulled on a sleek red dress. She hated it already, she hated herself in reds, her own preference for purples and oranges with compliments of lime, but Roman liked red and she wanted something to wear upon his return. Of course, she almost immediately ripped it off and switched it out for a royal purple number, the fabric clinging to her form but the changing rooms mirrors limited, so Sofia stepped out, unbeknownst to the siren the little black kitten following her, too small to be seen in the mirror at the end of the line of change rooms.

          Her false nails moving over her form she turned slightly on her toes, bare feet not something Sofia could do - her feet so used to heels by now - admiring herself. Little nibbler on the other hand started to investigate other change rooms, dark furred face slipping beneath the door of a change room and looking up at the woman inside.

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[mariahcadieux]

I need a partner... a hunting partner

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Where: The Bloody Pub

When: Any time of the evening

The Bloody Pub was fast becoming one of the few places Mariah enjoyed being in that wasn’t Supernatural’s, the allied beach, or her crappy apartment. It was owned by an ex from her human life but that didn’t make her being there awkward at all. Fran was a busy woman and rarely there – something that saddened Mariah, who cared for all of her lovers, ex or otherwise – so there was little to no interaction there, but the blonde didn’t mind. She was happy to sit upstairs on one of the fat, comfortable sofas, listen to the loud music playing, admire the ambiance of the place and eye up the talent. The talent being willing, eager donors. In Opulence, the town was filled with plenty of warm bodies who were eager to offer their neck, wrist or thigh for a bite, especially to an attractive vampire, and though Mariah was still a little sloppy with her feed, she was no longer killing and was revelling in her new life.

That night was no different. Mariah sat next to a sweet couple who were both batting their eyelids at the blonde. The vampire’s waist length hair was currently draped over the back of the sofa, her leather clad arm draped around the human female, the male wolf counterpart watching intently on the other side, his hand inching closer and closer to Mariah’s.

The problem was, Mariah was finding recently, was that her reputation for savagery in the cage was attracting a certain type of meal. They loved the thrill of danger, the wildness to her, but they only seemed to want to dance on the wild side for a moment before quickly retreating back to the safety of their relationships, families, and/or pets. Despite Mariah’s general attitude and aesthetic, she was a sensitive creature, she believed in love alongside violence. She wasn’t looking for monogamy or wedding bands and a crappy bent knee proposal, but she was hoping to find a few people she trusted to commit to her.

Once upon a time, a couple such as this might have excited Mariah – they were attractive, eager, and smelled great – but with experience came pessimism. The blonde was not only sniffing out the complex flavours of their blood, she was also sniffing out their intentions. What she needed was a wing man or wing woman, the problem was Mariah didn’t really respect many people’s opinions in such areas. Also... she was kind of a loner. So, she was hunting alone, like always.

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⌝ Death was something Sofia never readily considered, perhaps she should have, with the violence that had been inflicted on her by her ex, the danger customers could occasionally be, and with all that had gone on with the town, but Sofia was far more concerned with seeing death than being a victim of it. Zaina's threat didn't much sway her, if she died, well, it wouldn't be much of a loss to the world, she wasn't giving a whole lot back...

⌝ What did sway her however was guilt, especially regarding Micah. Sofia still felt right, as Zaina butted her nose in where it did not belong, an old woman busying herself with the relationships of the young. But it didn't make her wrong, unfortunately. Sofia did know Micah was not setting boundaries with her, or if he had that they were so limited they may as well not be there. The truth was, she wanted Micah to retain a glimmer of hope because one day she knew Roman would be gone, she would have evolved, he would have grown, and she didn't want Micah to have given up on her. What was a cheek kiss here or there? What was sitting on his lap once in a while? It was innocent, except, she knew it wasn't and that guilt read on her face.

⌝ It was a guilt that could have remained if Zaina did not bring a sharp hand against her cheek, sudden and direct. It shocked her out of her thoughts just in time for the woman to walk off. It was a severe warning, if ever there was one, Sofia desiring to follow her and call the woman old and pathetic, but the further from the public they went the more likely the death she had referenced was. Micah would not forgive Zaina, and in a town like this she would be caught, but that didn't mean she wouldn't do it and Sofia didn't know her well enough to call her bluff. So instead remained, holding the kitten tightly against her chest as it seemed to wail, sensing Sofia's distress.

⌝ Selfishly she pressed her fingers to the tattoo upon her chest, rubbing it softly to feel the response. Sofia needed to do better, but not today, not when her face stung and her heart was filled with guilt.

“Others have made that mistake too, funny enough they are no longer here.”  Zaina responded towards the siren who really rubbed her the wrong way.  The vampire stepped closer to the siren, her dark eyes peering at the other woman as she tightened her lips for a moment.  “I have known Micah longer than you,” she stated as she continued to get closer to the other Latina.

“Here is the thing we both know, Micah is not going to set boundaries with you because he doesn’t want them.  And everytime you decide to take advantage of it, you are giving him a glimmer of hope that there could be something with you two.  Now, I am a bitch.  Everyone around me knows it, but you my dear are far worse than me.  I wouldn’t toy with the emotions of someone like Micah who is too pure and beautiful for this world.  I think even you who doesn’t appear to be the brightest of creatures can agree Micah deserves someone remarkable, someone who will put him first.  What you are doing is selfish, you are maintaining an emotional relationship with him and stringing him along.  And sure, he could end it.  But you know he won’t, so do the right thing for once in your miserable existence.”

Zaina turned around and was about to walk away from the whole conversation, but something still did not feel right.  Oh, that’s right.  The vampire turned back around and slapped Sofia across her face.  “And don’t ever fucking talk to me like that again.”

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⌝ Kitten held to her chest, pawing softly at Sofia's skin as it licked at her neck, Sofia watched Zaina's apparent amused expression, the shake of her head. Certainly Sofia knew strength wise Zaina had the upper hand but they were in public, unless Zaina went in for a quick kill Sofia knew that if Zaina did lunge at her someone nearby would likely stop it. "I'm not overly concerned about crossing you, Zaina," Sofia stated, though this wasn't actually about the fact she felt relatively protected by her surroundings.

⌝ At the mention of Micah, of course, Sofia's eyes became far colder, no longer simply annoyed that Zaina was being so rude to her, but actively irritated. Sofia loathed, above all else, when women inserted themselves into the business of other women because they presumed she was some sort of downfall to a man who could control his own actions. "I see where the issue is, you don't actually know, Micah, you backwards arse bitch."

⌝. Fingers clutching onto the kitten she held, the one Micah had gifted her on her birthday, she kept her gaze on Zaina. "Micah might be kind but his kindness doesn't extend to lying to people about his fucking boundaries. If Micah wanted me to stop any of the fucking shit I'm doing he'd tell me, to my fucking face," she answered, pads of her fingers keeping the kitten in place. This was the truth, but Sofia obviously knew that while Micah would stand up for his own boundaries that the two of them were really just hoping they could handle the intensity of all their actions without crossing the line. "Ultimately even if I was manipulating Micah, talk to fucking Micah, your actual goddamn friend and get the fuck off my jock. You don't know my relationship with Micah and you sure as shit don't know it with Roman, so like...fuck off?"

“I am well aware,” she stated.  At this point, it had nothing to do with the kitten.  It had to do with the fact it was Sofia.  There were a multitude of reasons for the vampire not to like the siren.  The first being the way she led on Micah, Zaina tended to be cold and reserved, but she was observant and she watched Sofia lead her friend on and then choose that pathetic werewolf over Micah.

An amused expression formed as a brow lifted.  “Oh honey,” she said, shaking her head.  “You may act all tough, but I see right through you.  And I am not someone you want to cross.”  There was an extra screw loose in Zaina’s brain, she could pass as normal most of the time, but there were moments where the crazy would seep out and at this moment she was doing her best to control her temper.

“And you want me to speak the fuck up, fine.  Stay the hell away from Micah, he is too kind of a person to say anything.  But you fucking with his emotions…and don’t say you didn’t.  The whole band witnessed how you had him wrapped around your fingers to only fuck him over for a pathetic alcoholic.”

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⌝ "It's a kitten, not a wild boar, she's not going to do any harm," Sofia responded to the dark haired woman now that she had the kitten back in her arms. It seemed sort of pathetic Zina felt the need to point out some silly sign the store had, so far no one else had complained and it wasn't like Nibbler had attacked the woman.

⌝ Sofia, of course, had recognised her upon approach. So far as she knew no one in the band had any issues with her, she went to a lot of their gigs, tended to spend time with Micah after shows, though admittedly over the past few weeks the affection shown had...shifted. The first few times, like at the Ren Faire, Sofia was throwing her underwear at Micah and sticking her tongue down his throat the moment he got off stage. Now it was hugs and affectionate kisses to his cheek - even that probably would have ticked off Roman.

⌝ Still, Sofia didn't assume the woman held anything against her until she spoke with heavy implication. "You got something you want to say to me?" Sofia asked her, holding the kitten Micah had given her for her birthday close as it's little nose pushed on her skin, licking at her chest. "Speak the fuck up."

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          Sofia turned at the disdainful words, catching a glimpse of a woman with colouring akin to her own, she’d seen her around but didn’t quite know her, couldn’t quite place a name for her. This was unfortunately potentially dangerous since she was another connection of a connection of a connection that would lead back to Roman’s family being even less inclined of accepting her being around their father. 

            “She’s mine, guess she’s a wanderer,” Sofia responded, unaware of the potential irritation. Instead just turning the rest of the way, walking towards the other woman without consideration, hands outstretched to take the little being from her hands to clutch her close. “Hope she didn’t get too good of a peak,” Sof joked when she was within reaching distance for Nibbler.

Already in an annoyed state, Zaina’s expression remained stone cold as her eyes narrowed towards the other Latina, as she lifted up the kitten.  “Perhaps I am mistaken, but I do remember seeing a sign outside the window stating no pets allowed, unless it is a service animal.”  Zaina commented, her eyes shifting down towards the kitten in the woman’s arms.

It suddenly occurred to Zaina, she knew this woman.  Not personally, but she recognized her and had heard a few things through different sources.  “Nevermind, it makes sense now.  No regard for rules or other people, or how your actions affect them.”