[ P ] Chlorine.

Ransom?

To be honest, he was still slightly doubtful as to being here.

Weaving in and out of existence, he approached the entrance as a slight hint of blue juxtaposed between his Jaws. Skeptical as always, and to be honest if it were up to him he might not even start in the first place. Recently things have changed however, and it might not just be him after all.

As he lingered amongst the crowd, a breif nod to the regulars. At least they seemed that way, and after about as much socialization is he could stand he moved forth. Honestly it was rather impressive, a range of charecters he might normally not. However here it kind of felt right. A slight inhale, and the adventure once again continued.

Moving along the edges, slightly captivated by the way everything just was. He noticed a few unattended adolescence, and moved over to offer up a kind smile. Mingling with such company of course was the same as sheep's clothing. As the youngest nibbled curiously at his tail, he was almost thankful for the distraction.

He wasn't exactly sure how to claim this, but from the frantic heartfelt leap into his throat he knew he wanted to. Still he couldn't give too much away at once. Lurking upon the precipice, nothing but chaos and destruction in his very veins. However something important might show up, and for that he disregarded every instinct. It had been a long time since he felt, well anything at all. And he supposed to this was nice for a start.

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Ransom Cyprus

Ransom wasn't going to come.

He had foolishly accepted the invitation, but as the hours drew closer to the time he'd be expected to arrive, he had rethought his acceptance. Not just once.

No, his mind had been a whirlwind of thoughts, ranging from the obvious implications keeping his commitment brought to the betrayal that would likely crash through Satchel, like broken glass slicing through delicate blood vessels and tissue. He shouldn't care, truthfully. Yet, his mind hadn't been in the right place ever since he met that bitch in the forest. His thoughts were still hazy and his concentration was fucked. His memory could only be described as fickle, and at the end of the day, he didn't have the energy to argue with himself anymore. He would just have to show up to the ball the way he was - high and unaware of his surroundings entirely.

When he arrived, he was fashionably late. He had intended to be late. It certainly wasn't because he had gotten lost on more than one occasion. He stilled at the entrance, his electric purple eyes glowering into the throng of mingling bodies. He was beginning to have second thoughts again, but his legs moved forward without his permission. He didn't have the brain power to get into this argument with himself for the hundredth time in a row. Ransom's steps were taken haphazardly, his eye sight fading in and out thanks to the drugs still in his system.

He browsed through the faces closest to him, but he didn't recognize anyone. Maybe he could blame that on his fuzzy memory and his inability to process his surroundings fully. All he knew was he was looking for a male draped in ivory with eyes that burned like the sun.

What was his fucking name again? Wait, where was he? Ransom's paw steps faltered for a moment, his brow furrowing with obvious confusion. Fuck.

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"You prey on people like a spider waiting for a fly."

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@Satchel

Well, fuck.

After standing around for what felt like eternity, he was almost tempted to just call it. A sharp little snort, and as he continued to observe all the other spectators he couldn't help but wonder. However doubt was not instilled in him, at least when it came to the man of mystery. Because after all, just to be here with more than he could have expected of himself. Another quick glance at his surroundings, and then he decided to explore the further depths of this entire region.

As he expended himself, he caught a faint wiff. A smoky sort of endeavor, reminiscent of campfires long ago. A brilliant match, to a brilliant man. Adjusting himself, he continued along the course. Pausing once, he dare to hope. A ceaseless crash of faces as strong as tidelwave. However, he had but one objective. As a thief, he didn't belong here in the first place. But for Ransom, anything was worth the risk.

A little while into it, he at last managed to set sights upon the object of his desire. Slight concern as he noticed the way the man was distracted, something was not adding up. Pushing through the crowd, he arrived within view. "Babe?" softness behind every word, he moved ever closer. Obviously Ransom was FUCKED up. However such things did not deter him. He brushed softly against his lover, a a small feeling of wishfulness throughout.

"I'm glad your here." encouragement laced in every inch of his voice, he couldn't help but feel everything and anything all at once. "Are you hungry?" lingering close, his hackles raised slightly at anybody who might come near. It's been a long time since he felt this way. And yet it didn't feel wrong. A surge of protectiveness, a sudden dare towards anyone who might interfear.

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Ransom Cyprus

’Babe?’

Ransom blinked against the blur of mingling bodies, his blood-shot eyes racing around until he finally found the owner of the voice. He was draped in a coat of white with eyes brighter than the sun. He squinted just to maintain eye contact. “You’re pretty,” he responded almost automatically, his usually suave and collected way with words non-existent tonight. The dark brute nearly pressed closer to the man of porcelain, but heh found his legs weren’t all that keen to move. In fact, they dared him to try such a feat, and they would retaliate by dumping his ass to the ground. Unwilling to let himself look like a fool in front of everyone, he remained stationary.

“Almost didn’t make it,” he responded, his words raspy and somewhat slurred. The efforts of the drugs slipped into his system were still in full effect, unfortunately. He blinked, his gaze glancing quickly to the side as fear sling-shot through his veins momentarily. He had thought he’d seen some figure looming nearby out of the corner of his eye, but it had been nothing but a shadow.

Unless it really was there.

His hackles raised slightly in fear, but his mate’s voice drew his attention back to him. “Not really,” he blinked owlishly, his body finally leaning toward his mate to whisper in his ear. “They’re watchin’ us,” he said, a moment of high paranoia causing him to lower his voice. “Not the people, the… the shadows,” the last word was breathed so quietly, one might have missed it if they weren’t paying attention.

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"You prey on people like a spider waiting for a fly."

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@Satchel