Azzura Selene Kattalakis
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Azzura was back in Shreveport, visiting the rest of her family since she’d decided that moving to Monroe would be easier for her- and it was to a certain degree. Since she’d crashed her car, she’d been banned from using her motorcycles she kept at her parents new place near the city limits of Shreveport. She wasn’t totally left without transportation though, her brother had bought her a new 2011 Camry, and a hybrid no less- before she realized her Lexus would no longer be drivable. She would’ve preferred a new Kawasaki, but you get what you get.
It was prime nighttime, the weather cool and dry in the late evening. She was wearing her usual dark jeans and cowboy boots, and a charcoal tank covered by her leather jacket. Her brother had just left moments before with a couple of the guys, so now Azzura was left at the far side of the bar counter, out of the way far from a hidden spot. with the other 4 guys and a woman- all shifter. She personally found them an annoyance and troublesome, and it was only because her brother had befriended the ones they’d met here that she had kept her manners. Now that he had left, she didn’t have to hold back crap for them. The prospect of a bar fight did have its pros, and she wouldn’t hang around here often since she didn’t live here. Nice.
Over time her comments became more pointed and snarkier, her dominant werewolf nature becoming clearer to the shifters. And then finally the nearly drunken shifters came to their senses and realized it was with a ‘were’ they were drinking with and not one of the shifters. They probably wouldn’t sensed it sooner, but tonight she was the only ‘were’ in the bar, and probably had been for a good few days judging by scent here. Sure there were other supes here; half ‘weres’ half shifters, even a few humans, but essentially she was the only full werewolf here. Perhaps the pack was busy with business, or maye not, but Azzura would find out sooner or later.
“Hey, you’re a fuckin’ werewolf ain’t che, damn bitch no wonder-“ One of the guys motioned to her with his beer bottle before finishing it off, and then he and the two on either side began talking about this new discovery- much to Azzura’s amusement. “This is a shifter bar babe, aint no ‘weres’ come by here no mo’ so don’t be startin’ no shit ‘cause your ass’ll be handed to ya before-“ With characteristic speed Azzura had the taller man leaning over backwards on the bar counter, his beer still in his hand, with a pretty little curved blade pressed hard against his throat. She flicked her hair to the side and leaned close to his face, dual-toned blue eyes hard, but alight with superiority. She cocked her head to the side, “Before what?” At this point the drunken shifters had stood to form a protective circle around the pair, unsure whether to cause a scene or wait this out. When another of the guys made the move to grab her arm she pressed the blade into the first guys neck, drawing blood and causing him to breathe out a hoarse grunt- making the other guy fall back with a glare.
“Now I strongly suggest you take your buddies here and leave for the night, before I really do decide to kill you’re sorry shifter ass.” She gave him a half smile, raising a dark brow and sliding the knife across his throat to make the line longer. He nodded, looking like he wanted her in chains at that moment and she let him up. He straightened up his clothes and with another glare, “Bitch you’re gonna regret that.” Causing her to chuckle at him as she picked up his beer and took a swig, only fanning his fire. "Lookin' forward to that boy, too bad you have to run off. He wasn’t up to the challenge though, and so he and the others with him stormed out. The bar was hardly bothered, but the ones closest to them had been witness.
She sat down on a barstool and called the bartender over. “Zimaretto, I trust you know how to make that?” She flashed a half smile, much to the bartender’s delight and he gave her a small bow. “Course, be happy to make one.” He said with a wink.
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Shreveport Louisiana was as far from home as Savannah could ever imagine. She was used to the glitz and glamor, lights and limousines and parties and personalities of the Upper East Side. Savannah Kristelle St. Claire was a bonifide New York princess. Yet here she was today, in a one bedroom apartment across the street from a Grabit Kwik in a relatively boring side of the small city that, up until a few weeks ago, she never even knew existed.
Sher chose to come here after having run away from her home in Manhattan because she figured it was the last place her parents would go to look for her. She was partly right because her mother certainly seemed surprised when she found out that this was where her dear daughter was planning on going. However, before Savannah had even settled in, she already received an offer she couldn't refuse. Her parents were going to reinstate her allowance and got her a car to use down here in an effort to compromise. She was going to be allowed to live the kind of life that she wanted while still being under their wing.
That was why, despite the fact that she had chosen a pretty crappy apartment complex, she had an silver convertible parked out front. She was exactly worried about leaving the car there because the Shreveport Police Station was just next to the Grabit Kwik. What was all the way across town, though, was the one place in Shreveport she's been wanting to go to. She heard from the two-natured grapevine that there was a bar here that served only their kind. The Hair of the Dog.
It was Wednesday night when she decided to visit. Dressed in a simple purple dress, she parked the car next to a group of motorcycles on the lot. As she stepped out, she caught the attention of a few girls about her age who were all wearing a considerably different outfit. She rolled her eyes at her stupidity. Of course, she thought. I should have worn something like that, and eyed a girl in right jeans and a black leather top. Too late now, though, since she was already stepping into the bar tentatively.
Savannah Kristelle St. Claire
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