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Evonne Seraphim
 Posted: Sep 21 2014, 07:04 AM
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It felt a little silly to post discounts on the Town Hall’s notice board, given the size of their small town, but Evie wanted to be sure everyone knew about the deals they could get at her butcher shop. She simply hadn’t had the time to make the rounds in welcoming all the newcomers to New Hope and this seemed like a perfectly practical way to do it. Some people in New Hope called her a fool for charging so little for her services and products, but she had no one to leave her fortune to, and she was not going to live forever, so what was the point of accumulating such wealth when she could be helpful now? Shaking her head which shifted her gold-streaked locks, Evie tacked the hand-scripted note to an empty space with a gentle tapping of her hammer. The noise wasn’t overly obtrusive, but to her sensitive ears, it felt abysmally loud and she hoped she wasn’t perturbing anyone nearby.

Why should she think that? Well, perhaps it wasn't so obvious to the other hustling, bustling residents of the town, but Evie could sense someone close. Someone who didn't want to be noticed. He smelled... different. Not bad, but not quite what she would call intoxicating either. She did not assume she was presumptuous in calling this person a 'he' as he definitely had a feeling of maleness around him. If there was anything Evonne Seraphim could peg from a mile away, it was the maleness of a man. Of course, she could also sense the femininity of woman too. Equal opportunity and all that.

Regardless, she found intriguing that this person, or creature was trying to hard to go undetected. The predator in her rushed to the surface, making her want to find him all the more. If he decided to run, well that would make things all the more fun, wouldn't they? As nonchalant as she could manage, a skill automatically imbued to her by her sex, Evie set to strolling casually down the front of the Town Hall, every sense prickling as she sought her prey, er... point of interest. When he did not become readily obvious, she began to become frustrated, the smooth features of her face beginning to crinkle with determination. "Where are you, friend?" the long blond called under her breath. "Come out, come out wherever you are."
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Albion Ebonstone
 Posted: Sep 21 2014, 03:04 PM
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Al liked to watch. It was a product of his upbringing, having spent most of his youth in the forests of his home, hiding amongst the trees as he watched others--human and animal alike--go about their lives. More often than not these lives would hold little interest for him and he'd move on, leaving the subjects of his temporary interest be. Other times he'd enact tricks on them, stealing their possessions if any caught his eye or frightening them into believing he was something more malevolent than a bored fae looking for a bit of entertainment. He'd lost his forest and with it the humans who lived there, but he supposed New Hope could serve as the new grounds for his mischief. The inhabitants were probably all mortal and therefore good for a few laughs. Given that he lived on the edge of town no one knew him and no one would suspect him if things went a little...wrong. It still wasn't in his nature to be careful--it likely never would be--but he wasn't incapable of learning from his mistakes.

The blonde had his interest for the moment, if only because she was a woman who seemed to be out doing a man's work. That, and he wanted to read the notices she was posting on the notice board. Were they about him? What were they about? Of course he knew that he could simply wander over and read them, but he'd wait until after she'd left for that. No sense in being seen. Holding his breath as the blonde suddenly froze and looked right at him without seeing him, he mentally cursed, checked, and rechecked his glamor. He didn't have a mirror, didn't know if it was perfect, didn't know how this strange woman was even aware of him, but he prepared himself for discovery all the same. He hated mortals noticing him. It really took the fun out of things. Scowling as the woman called out for him, he remained exactly where he was, hidden in the shadows of a nearby doorway. He wasn't someone to be called over like a saloon girl. Especially not by a mortal. Who, upon closer inspection as she neared his hiding place, was actually a shifter. Well! That certainly changed things and made him feel better about being caught out. At least she wasn't some pathetic mortal. He wasn't slipping up that badly.

"Did you smell or hear me first?" he asked with a grin as he stepped into her path with all the quickness he could manage, wanting to make it seem as if he'd simply appeared before her out of thin air. Difficult to pull off with a shifter, but not impossible.
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Evonne Seraphim
 Posted: Sep 22 2014, 06:45 AM
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Ms. Seraphim was honestly more amused than startled by his mostly sudden presence, finding the speed at which he moved to ‘appear’ in front of her quite darling. Fae folk had come and gone from their strange little town and she was happy to see another addition to their ranks, as that doctor fella was quite the pretentious twat, albeit a pretty pretentious twat. This impish creature, however, she thought was far more game for a laugh, which made him substantially more attractive. Not to mention she was a sucker for such vibrant green eyes. Smiling wide at his question, Evie knew her jig was up, as the saying went, and that he knew just what she was. That made things so much easier, she felt, and she nodded her approval of his knowledge.

“Smelled. After all, my olfactory senses are next to none, at least in this town, and they are ever more improved by the fact that I am female, and you, sir, have a distinct scent.” If he was worth his salt, he would know she did not mean it as an insult, but rather more as a compliment. If anything smelled unique or interesting to Evie, that meant they were special indeed and she had a lovely way of rewarding that which she found diverting.

Taking him in, with what she assumed to be his glamoured glory, Evie was pleased with what she saw. He was younger, though definitely older than she was in years, younger in spirit and demeanor. An absent-minded lick of her lips denoted just how much she enjoyed her prey when it was younger – generally more agile and able to make the game interesting. Without a second thought as to how he might react, especially if that reaction was violent, as Evonne was not a creature prone to violence, the leggy blond wrapped her arm through his, decidedly making him her escort for the afternoon.

“Now, my dear sir, we have not been introduced and I refuse to be a stranger to anyone in New Hope, so, for what you might like it for, my name is Evonne Seraphim – Miss Evonne Seraphim – and I am the local butcher. If you need your meat handled with expert care, I’m the lady to ask,” she advised, her voice deep but friendly (too friendly, as the case usually was). Looking to him for his reply, Evie smiled a lascivious little grin that told her new friend just what sort of an acquaintance he was making. “And you are? Besides devilishly handsome?”
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Albion Ebonstone
 Posted: Sep 22 2014, 05:53 PM
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"Smelled, hm?" he asked, considering it. Well he probably did smell like the animals he worked with, no hiding that. His grin widened as she went on, having dealt with enough shifters over the years to know what a compliment she'd paid him. He liked being complimented. He did wonder what exactly he smelled like--other than sheep and horses--but didn't think that she'd be able to explain it even if he asked. "What do I smell like?" Which didn't mean that it would stop him from asking. Curiosity was of course one of the fae's defining characteristics, and he was nothing if not curious. He made a show of sniffing the air and half shrugged. "Can't say I smell you but I'm no shifter." He couldn't really imagine being one. They had such short lives. He wasn't one for deep thoughts, but maybe their short lives was what made them so passionate. Of course he'd met some shifters who were dull as posts, but generally speaking they were good for a laugh. This one seemed to be of the second group which pleased Al to no end.

He preened under her attentions like the vain creature he was, lifting his chin slightly as if posing to have his portrait done. It was an impressive chin, if he did say so himself. The glamor he was wearing was his favorite and most oft used and after all this time he felt more at ease in it than in his own form. Not that he quite knew what that form looked like any longer... He was startled out of his thoughts by her sudden movement, his glamor flickering over his skin as he hadn't been paying attention enough to account for her contact. Not that he minded, of course. He was a tactile creature and she was quite lovely. It was safe to say that he liked her already. Well, enough that he didn't pull away from her close proximity. Especially not since it made it so much easier to pick her pockets with her this close. Not that he thought that he'd get away with it, but it would be fun to try. "A pleasure, Ms. Seraphim," he responded with a nod of his head. Just because he hadn't been to court in almost a century didn't mean that he'd forgotten everything.

He raised an eyebrow at her words, hearing the double meaning. Yes, he definitely liked her. Why couldn't the world be full of shifters instead of mortals? Shifters were so much more fun. "I'll certainly keep that in mind, Ms. Seraphim," he said was stoically as he could manage--which wasn't very stoic at all with his eyes twinkling with mischief and a smirk teasing at the corner of his mouth. "My name is Albion and you definitely have my interest." He hoped that she could recognize the compliment he'd paid her in turn. The fae were notorious for their fleeting attention spans and he was no different.
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Evonne Seraphim
 Posted: Sep 23 2014, 09:46 PM
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Vanity was not a foreign creature to Evonne and she appreciated that he appreciated her attentions. They were going to get in delightful trouble together, she could just feel it, and she welcomed it with open arms. His question brought a quirk of a smile to her lips as she pretended to consider it. “Hmmm, let’s see,” she drawled, taking in a deep breath that made a lovely display of her décolletage. “The obvious, of course, is the barnyard odor. I assume you work on a farm? Lots of hay and animals, but the real treat to you is the mischievous scent of a playful spirit. And the woods… you have the heart of the forest in your veins.”

Snickering in a low tone, Evie shrugged and blinked slowly. “I’m sure you have your own lovely, unique qualities,” she practically purred, as much as a coyote could. It certainly wasn’t the usual noise that came from her throat, but she did her best. “And I shan’t begrudge your nose. After all, to such a charming male as yourself, I may not smell so nice and that would be a travesty.” Okay, even she knew she was laying it on a bit thick, but it she liked his spark and verve, and wasn’t about to lose the pleasure of his company any time soon if she could help it.

“Mmm, I do like how you say my name,” the minx replied with a wink, squeezing his arm. As an afterthought, she was glad he had not pulled away nor attacked her, definitely so when she started thinking of all the ways she would enjoy hearing him say her name. Evonne was also thankful he was not a simpleton. Sometimes keeping a fae’s attention in order for them to understand double entendre could get so exhausting. Luckily for her, he was enrapt enough to catch on quickly, which made things so much easier.

The addition of his name, which she did not assume was his real name as fae did not often just give that sort of information or power to a complete stranger upon first meeting. That did not, however, stop her from enjoying it along with the compliment. “The pleasure is all mine, Albion,” she purred again with a wicked grin. “You’re going to make me blush, thinking I’m so very interesting.” If she had a fan, now would be the perfect time to flutter in front of her face, but she was, sadly, without one at the moment, plus the coquette act only went so far. Just being polite and dropping blatant hints was much more her style.

“Now, dear Albion, I don’t suppose you’d have time to join me at the house for tea? I have a lovely pitcher full of fresh cream I’m not going to be able to use up before it goes bad. Would you be so kind as to help me with it?” Politeness and blatant hints, like trying to get a fae drunk on cream so she could take advantage of him the best way she knew how. What? It was not as if he would not enjoy himself too. Evie always made sure of mutual enjoyment.
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Albion Ebonstone
 Posted: Sep 29 2014, 04:50 PM
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Al was a creature of the forest and was pleased to hear others say as much. He missed the woods of his youth but needed to be a part of civilization enjoyed toying with humans far too much to continue living in them. And New Hope wasn't so far removed from the wild that he so loved that it was uncomfortable. It also had its fair share of wild citizens as well, such as the lovely Ms. Seraphim. And she was quite lovely, in a normal mortal way. He wondered vaguely what her age was and decided that it hardly mattered. He was far older than she was regardless of the difference of the gap between their ages. Mortals lived such tiny little lives, it was almost pathetic. Shifters had it worse, but at least they seemed to actually enjoy the short lives they were given. Like her. She was smiling at him with a kind of wickedness that he could both appreciate and understand. He raised an eyebrow at her offer, letting out a genuine laugh.

"Are you trying to get me drunk? I'd almost suspect that you plan to take advantage of me, Ms. Seraphim," he chided with as much seriousness as he could manage, which wasn't much at all. "I'm pleased that you know enough of faekind to know what to offer," he continued, meaning it. His mouth practically watered at the prospect of fresh cream. He was sometimes able to steal some from a nearby dairy farm or two, but never enough. And he had to take care not to take too much too often lest he draw the wrong sort of attention. Mortals might be idiotic or blind at the best of times, but there were still those crafty or old enough to remember their histories, specifically of fae and their love of cream. Steal from the wrong person and he might well find himself under iron or trapped behind a salt line. Realizing that his attention had wandered away from the lovely shifter at his side he blinked his large green eyes twice and forced himself back into the present. "I gladly accept thine offer," he agreed with a little nod and a mischievous twist of his lips to contrast with the formal acceptance.

He frowned then, considering. "What would you like in return? I don't enjoy being in someone's debt." He of course greatly enjoyed others being in his debt, but owing favors was always dangerous. They walked as they talked and he hoped that she came up with something that he could manage before they reached her home. He liked the idea of carrying a debt to her over the threshold to her home even less. It would seal the debt between them.

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Evonne Seraphim
 Posted: Oct 1 2014, 07:03 AM
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“I am so glad you came to that conclusion yourself, sweet Albion, as it is so terribly unladylike for me to have to come out and say that, of course I will try to get you drunk and take advantage of you.” The brightness of her smile contended with the afternoon sun, made so by the truth of the fact that she was pleased he had picked up on her not-so-subtle hints and the fact that he did not seem bothered by the implications of those hints. In truth, he seemed (or so she thought, which could have been very wishful thinking on her part, indeed) accepting of her offers, both in attending her for the afternoon and, well… attending her. Perhaps she was putting the cart before the horse, but whatever position the dear fae fancied was fine with her.

A quiet giggle escaped her at his formality, amused at his use of courtly manners so far into the wilderness. It was charming and she let herself be charmed, as it was one of the few pleasures life afforded her. Now, she was not complaining, of course, but she could not lie and say her life had been an easy or pleasure-filled one. Therefore, in this, the winter of her days, Evie did not begrudge herself a little fun here and there. Or, more accurately, a lot of fun wherever she could get it, and the fact that her current fun took such a handsome shape in the form of a kindred spirit, well, all the better.

“Sweetheart, you don’t spend ten years of your life in a town full of other supernatural creatures without picking up a thing or two about the populace,” she offered in explanation, along with a wink. Truth be told, she knew a little bit of everything about a lot of different creatures, thanks to her interim in New Hope, including how to make various species putty in her hands. Not that she always had to resort to inebriation, after all, there were plenty of individuals with as healthy sexual appetites as herself, but it certainly didn’t hurt having that knowledge tucked away in the back of her pretty little mind.

The question took her by surprise, causing a slight falter in her step and a concerned look to cross her angular features. “Why, dear Albion,” the long blond retorted, finding her stride once more as they moseyed on towards the butcher shop. “There is no debt between us. I just wanted a friendly face to enjoy at tea time and, if things went well and you were amicable to the notion, to experience mutual pleasure in one another’s bodies. However,” she paused, trying to think of something appropriate in exchange for cream, “if you insist, I suppose… how about, the next time it rains, you have to visit me? Is that fair?” Evonne certainly thought so, as there was nothing so romantic as making love during a storm.
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Albion Ebonstone
 Posted: Oct 6 2014, 06:01 PM
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Albion appreciated that she took the time to consider his request, and more that she actually offered him a way that to pay the debt that he could actually achieve. She could have trapped him that way--he was never careful enough!--kept him in her debt for the rest of her natural life, but he was very grateful that she had either not thought of the trap or hadn't acted upon it. He nodded formally. "When next it rains I shall come to you. This is a fair thing to offer." And vague, as she made no mention of exactly what she'd expect of him upon his visitation or how long he was to remain. Of course that also meant that he had an excuse to remain in town until the next storm, something which suited him well. Not that he'd really been looking for an excuse to leave. This little town kept his interest for now. Formality aside, he smiled at her to show that he wasn't taking things too seriously. "Of course I'm amicable. And you're more than welcome to do your best to get me drunk and take advantage, as well." He found that he rather liked the idea of being taken advantage of. He wasn't quite sure what it entailed exactly, but good things from the way she told it.

"Is this town very full of others that are something..." he frowned and considered his words, not seeking to offend her now that they had an accord, "more than human?" Yes, that was well put. It wasn't that he disliked humans per se, and he definitely enjoyed stealing their few possessions and causing them mischief, but they could be so boring. He far preferred shifters and Ms. Seraphim was hardly an exception. In fact, it was safe to say he'd remember her more than others of her kind that he'd met in the past. "I wasn't drawn here but it does seem odd that such an unassuming place would have such a population. And the mortals don't know?" It wasn't really a question. Of course they didn't. Or if one of them did notice they'd be ostracized by the others and called mad. Al had seen it happen more than once. He'd even caused it to happen a few times due to carelessness on his part. It wasn't as if he'd meant serious harm, it just tended to happen. Humans were so annoyingly fragile.

"Is this your home?" He asked as they reached the butcher shop. It was clever of her to operate such a place. She could give into her shifter's nature of craving fresh meat without the mortals knowing. Al did so enjoy meeting clever people. "I like it. It smells of the wild," he said as she allowed him to pass across her threshold. He far preferred having the sky as a roof above his head rather than wood and the cursed iron, but he wouldn't begrudge her her need for shelter.
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Evonne Seraphim
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“It certainly is,” Evie replied with a nod, approving of his terminology. There were too many beings out there who felt an odd sense of superiority over their supernatural brethren. For instance, the loup-garoux who thought themselves better than shifters, like herself, and vice versa. She never understood the animosity, save for what she was told by her father’s tribe before they banished her and her mother to die. Needless to say, she wasn’t impressed with other shifters after that. But! That was long ago, and if there was one place Evonne refused to dwell, it was in the past. As she was not long for the future, the present was the only time she cared about, and, at present, she was quite content with her lot.

“The range of creatures that reside here or along its outskirts are varied as any amalgamation of species. The Upir live next to the witches and the loup-garoux and the Fae get along… mostly well. I cannot speak for our new Sheriff, as she is quite the cantankerous little beast, but as much as we are able, we live in harmony. The humans, as you so rightly guessed, are kept out of the loop as much as possible, though some of them start to guess we are more than what we seem to be. Sometimes that ends well for them, and other times… not so well.” Evie paused to sigh here, not in lament for the humans that lost their lives due to their curiosity, but that they could not be more open about their true selves for fear of persecution. It was daunting, at times, but since it was only with humans that she felt the need to be careful, she supposed it wasn’t such a horrible imposition. For now.

Stepping onto the porch with the authority of a property owner, Evie nodded and smiled, taking in a deep breath of fresh meat. Mmm was there anything finer? Looking up and down her companion, she thought she may have found a close second. Beaming at his approval, she guided him inside with a gentle tug of her hand, before releasing him to start putting together tea. “Have a seat, if you like,” she offered, removing her cloak and hanging it up by the back door, exchanging it for an apron. At once, she went to retrieve the fresh cream, and poured him a healthy glass, setting it front of him. Then it was off to the back to cut some pieces of choice beef, the saliva building in her mouth as she did. Wiping the blood from her hands, she arranged the meat nicely on a plate, not bothering to cook it. He had his cream, she had her meal, certainly they would be content. Lastly, she set water to boil on the stove, stoking the fire with chunks of mesquite, removed the bloody apron and returned it to its hook, finally joining him at the kitchen table, setting the plate between them.

“Help yourself, if you like. Otherwise I’m sure I can whip you something else up.” The shifter was not the best cook, but she managed, for her guests, but she hoped to ply the pretty Fae with cream and herself. Not bothering with utensils, Evonne took a bite-sized chunk of meat and tucked it into her cheek, savoring the bloody treat before chewing and swallowing with a content sigh. “I hope my manners don’t offend you, but I refuse to restrain my pleasure at the simple things in life. Speaking of…” she added with a wicked grin, refilling his mug, “feeling tipsy yet?”
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 Posted: Oct 12 2014, 01:15 PM
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Al knew how to be polite when it suited him, as it did now, but it was all he could do not to snatch the glass of cream out of her hand the instant before she set it upon the table before him. He was aware of alcohol and the affect it had upon the humans who consumed it, and Al had to imagine that it was similar to cream. Although humans drank cream as well without the effects it had upon the fae, so maybe that wasn't a valid comparison at all. In any case the instant the heavy liquid hit his tongue he let out a little sigh, savoring the taste of it on his tongue before remembering that there was plenty more in the glass and he didn't have to be so hesitant to indulge. Ms. Seraphim was a gracious host indeed to offer such a boon to him. He felt the weight of her gift and the favor owed, but was able to bear it under the conditions she'd set before him. He would return to her when next it rained and their accord would be settled. It was a simple enough thing, and one he was sure to enjoy if she had more cream on hand.

He glanced up as she returned, smelling of flesh and blood, his tongue darting out to lick at the cream that had collected upon his upper lip as he watched her settle herself before him. The cream was already half gone and he laughed at himself for being so hasty, the rich liquid going straight to his head, which was surely her intention. If she hadn't been so open about what she wanted from him he might suspect her motives, as he was now smiling and leaning back in his chair, clearly at his leisure and no longer wary of a trap. The reaction was one of the reasons his kind had to be so wary when it came to cream. Not that many could resist it. "I will accept your offering," he answered her, reaching for a piece of the bloody meat. Sharp teeth appeared just long enough to make short work of the morsel before settling back into human dull. He licked the blood from his fingers much to her apparent amusement but didn't go for a second piece, leaving her to her meal. He finished off the cream and managed to resist the urge to lick the glass clean. "You are only acting upon your nature. Why would that offend?" he asked, genuinely confused at the question. Not that it mattered as much as the next.

"If you know to offer a fae cream you surely must also know it's effects," he chided her with a grin, well pleased at the second glass of cream. "If by 'tipsy' you mean that feeling where the top of your head feels as light as a feather and that any second you might be blown upon the breeze much to your delight and pleasure, then yes. I'm feeling tipsy. This was your intention, was it not? To ploy me with cream so that I might be willing to grant you pleasure? You needn't have offered such a gift but I do appreciate it." He drank down the second glass of cream as quickly as the first before rising from his chair, wobbly on his feet and laughing because of it, moving to her side close enough that he could smell her bloody breath. "Should we not continue with our evening?" he asked, reaching out lithe fingers to run along her collarbone, fascinated by the feel of her. She wasn't wearing a glamor; she was exactly who she appeared to be. He wasn't, but he didn't think that she'd mind.

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