[ P ] bleed me dry

The sun faded from the sky hours ago, and the night view was plastered with twinkling stars. The bar scene was a rather loud one on this evening, and Juno had her fill of it. She had shared a few drinks with the other patrons, but enough was enough. The atmosphere was that of victory, or chatting between those who followed the crown, and those who felt like it was a show of just how much they really didn't care about anyone else. She couldn't care for it. The parade was a shit show in her eyes. Just a bunch of fools showing to the world how foolish they really were. Slipping a bottle from behind the counter, Juno slipped into the night. She had always been swift when necessary, quiet as a mouse. If she did get caught, she was not afraid to fight for what she wanted - even if the item was never hers to begin with. Juno finds a decent place to rest, a nice dark and shaded area - though the sun is not present, she feels more comfort in not being able to be easily spotted. The sounds of crickets chirp peacefully through the night. Their song offers a nice chime to the air, while Juno sips from her bottle of whiskey. The taste is bitter, a sharp bite, but goes down smooth from years of consumption. She enjoys her had habits, leaning into them anytime that her life goes into a stagnant lull. This is the feeling she lives for, while she waits for a better chance of entertainment to march its way in her direction. "The day is darkest before the dawn.." @Nalik

do not press this,
I am relentless.

He was just returning to Rionna. The hour was late and the retired Colonel was tired. His journey home had more taxing that he thought after running into Lenora. The last few weeks had already been spent wrapped up in the past, that was just the icing on the cake. The darkest parts of him were secretly pleased though, amused by the fact that Merrin hadn't succeed in life as running from him. She squandered her chance to do better than the first time. It made him chuckle to himself, his head shaking slowly.

Stepping back into town, he walked familiar streets. It felt like an eternity since he had been here. But everything was the same. The streets were quiet with the late hour, occupied only by drunken bar patrons as they stumbled their way home. Buildings remained unchanged, stores remained as they were, only the occasional new one noted. Some things never changed.

Out of habit, his eyes scanned constantly, always aware of his surroundings, wherever he went. Nalik had spent a lift time in the military, that kind of training didn't just go away because he was retired. Ears swiveled casually, reacquainting himself with the sounds of Rionna.

Emerald eyes would land on what looked like a wolf, but they were tucked into the shadows - either hiding or taking a moment to themselves. Whatever it was, he didn't care so he didn't linger. He was eager for his bed, not socializing with a stranger in the middle of the night.

talk like this.

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It does not take long for the widow's trap to be activated. Amid taking a drink from her bottle, Juno's azure stare catches the sight of someone walking by. From the shadows, she inspects him carefully. Tall - check. Dark - check. Handsome - check. Male - double check. Juno gracefully picks herself up from the ground, her tail leisurely dusts off her rump in a single motion. Stalking much like that of a feline, Juno approaches the male, the hint of a smile upon her features. There is an air of dominance to this male, she feels it - and internally she wishes to crush it. He is poised - must come from money or some sort of military service. Scars on his face - more likely from fighting, so he is probably a soldier. He had noticed her in the shadows, so he is perceptive of his surroundings - also a feature that these soldiers receive while having to always be paying attention. The slight grey around his muzzle supports the idea that he is older - more experienced. Walking out, she places her body right in his path. "Well hello... The gods must be happy with something I am doing for them to gift me this mountain of a man on such a pleasant night. What's your name, stranger?" she asks as she looks up to him with a smile. Much like the angler fish, she lures her prey with the offering of a sweet treat, only to consume that prey when they least suspect it. Her tail whips slowly back and forth from her hips, spreading her scent around the pair. "The day is darkest before the dawn.." @Nalik