Post by Ventia on Jul 18, 2019 16:17:26 GMT -5
((Open-its been a while so anyone can add anything they want to the Lair which is why I'm not being too specific with its details, also this is mostly for fun <3))
The Deadlands Lair is a underground club that is open from dusk to dawn. It is open to everyone, even to humans if they dare. The building used to be a abandoned gas station up until someone took hold of it and transformed it into what it is now. It didn't look that different from a regular gas station, there were still pumps and parking spots near the building and no one decided to change the grey color of the gas station. However the windows were painted black and boarded up on the inside. The 7/11 sign had been torn down, left in a rubble by the side of the building. Also, the lights were out.
However there were cars and motorcycles that filled the parking spots, the pumps, and even the open area around the abandoned establishment. The only light that was there was a low flickering glow that mainly showed the pump's numbers. It was also eerie quiet despite knowing that there was supposed to be a club nearby.
Ivy waited by the edge of the treeline just a few dozen meters away from Lair. It was dark out, almost two o'clock and the moon was high, full. She could feel her wolf just above the surface, ready to pounce-to shift. No. To hunt.
Being a werewolf she could see in the dark just fine, just like all the other creatures of the night. So she looked out, watching people move through the darkness outside. There were a few out, some just chilling around their vehicles with drinks and drugs, others looked a little lost and strolled around not really going anywhere, and some were having fun both in the back of their cars and some even on top.
There were no rules here. After all, many had already died. Although 'missing' was the word the officials used. Ivy didn't agree with them though, she knew too much about this world. Knew the dangers of it and how fast something could go wrong.
She watched them a little more, until the vibe of the area washed over her and she knew she wouldn't be surprised by what she saw. Not that much surprised her these days. It was her first time coming here and she knew it wouldn't be her last, although she would be happy if it were.
Something felt wrong here. Very wrong.
She left her bike leaning against a tree next to her and dusted off the few strands of wolf's hair that must have come from one of the wolves back home. It was white, so it could have been either one of them but Dawn was rubbing up on Ivy before she had left. She smiled a little thinking of home, of her little safe haven and everyone in it, and put the smile away.
She had work to do.
Ivy strolled out from the trees into the dark open night. Her hair was loose and black as it had been for months now, and since she hadn't cut it, it touched the back of her upper thighs in a silky waterfall around her. Her eyes were clear blue, though darkened with a smoky eye look. Ivy painted her lips red and had just a tad bit of blush and lots of mascara.
Her heels clicked and clacked as she walked and her legs were clad in tights, she had a black lace corset on, and a choker around her throat. Some cross earrings and a ring or two and that was Ivy's outfit. She looked like a regular girl just going to a regular club. When in reality, not all was what it seemed.
There were a few catcalls as she made her way towards the front doors of the gas station but she gave them no heed and finally opened the door. She had expected darkness but instead a red glow illuminated the inside of the gas station that didn't even look like a gas station no more.
More like a open bar was more like it. But Ivy could tell that there was more to this place than what she saw. There was no line in front of the tall but slender man who stood by the bathrooms. A few people sat by the bar, soft music played, but everything was tame here, she supposed.
Ivy walked on towards the man, who she supposed was the bouncer and waited. He looked at her, sniffed the air, inhaled deeply and then she felt a burn on her hand. She looked and even as she did, she could see a stamp forming itself on the back of her hand, flames and darkness and a wine cup in the middle. It wasn't big, maybe three centimeters all around but still, she wondered how it had gotten there.
But the man opened the male's bathroom door and instead of what she expected to see, all she saw were stairs leading down. So down Ivy went.
The Deadlands Lair is a underground club that is open from dusk to dawn. It is open to everyone, even to humans if they dare. The building used to be a abandoned gas station up until someone took hold of it and transformed it into what it is now. It didn't look that different from a regular gas station, there were still pumps and parking spots near the building and no one decided to change the grey color of the gas station. However the windows were painted black and boarded up on the inside. The 7/11 sign had been torn down, left in a rubble by the side of the building. Also, the lights were out.
However there were cars and motorcycles that filled the parking spots, the pumps, and even the open area around the abandoned establishment. The only light that was there was a low flickering glow that mainly showed the pump's numbers. It was also eerie quiet despite knowing that there was supposed to be a club nearby.
Ivy waited by the edge of the treeline just a few dozen meters away from Lair. It was dark out, almost two o'clock and the moon was high, full. She could feel her wolf just above the surface, ready to pounce-to shift. No. To hunt.
Being a werewolf she could see in the dark just fine, just like all the other creatures of the night. So she looked out, watching people move through the darkness outside. There were a few out, some just chilling around their vehicles with drinks and drugs, others looked a little lost and strolled around not really going anywhere, and some were having fun both in the back of their cars and some even on top.
There were no rules here. After all, many had already died. Although 'missing' was the word the officials used. Ivy didn't agree with them though, she knew too much about this world. Knew the dangers of it and how fast something could go wrong.
She watched them a little more, until the vibe of the area washed over her and she knew she wouldn't be surprised by what she saw. Not that much surprised her these days. It was her first time coming here and she knew it wouldn't be her last, although she would be happy if it were.
Something felt wrong here. Very wrong.
She left her bike leaning against a tree next to her and dusted off the few strands of wolf's hair that must have come from one of the wolves back home. It was white, so it could have been either one of them but Dawn was rubbing up on Ivy before she had left. She smiled a little thinking of home, of her little safe haven and everyone in it, and put the smile away.
She had work to do.
Ivy strolled out from the trees into the dark open night. Her hair was loose and black as it had been for months now, and since she hadn't cut it, it touched the back of her upper thighs in a silky waterfall around her. Her eyes were clear blue, though darkened with a smoky eye look. Ivy painted her lips red and had just a tad bit of blush and lots of mascara.
Her heels clicked and clacked as she walked and her legs were clad in tights, she had a black lace corset on, and a choker around her throat. Some cross earrings and a ring or two and that was Ivy's outfit. She looked like a regular girl just going to a regular club. When in reality, not all was what it seemed.
There were a few catcalls as she made her way towards the front doors of the gas station but she gave them no heed and finally opened the door. She had expected darkness but instead a red glow illuminated the inside of the gas station that didn't even look like a gas station no more.
More like a open bar was more like it. But Ivy could tell that there was more to this place than what she saw. There was no line in front of the tall but slender man who stood by the bathrooms. A few people sat by the bar, soft music played, but everything was tame here, she supposed.
Ivy walked on towards the man, who she supposed was the bouncer and waited. He looked at her, sniffed the air, inhaled deeply and then she felt a burn on her hand. She looked and even as she did, she could see a stamp forming itself on the back of her hand, flames and darkness and a wine cup in the middle. It wasn't big, maybe three centimeters all around but still, she wondered how it had gotten there.
But the man opened the male's bathroom door and instead of what she expected to see, all she saw were stairs leading down. So down Ivy went.