Post by Sidian SaDiablo on Aug 25, 2020 23:11:39 GMT -5
Friday night, always a busy night for fun loving people out in the city. Club lights flashed, neon signs lit up windows of bars and shops trying to entice the population into their darkened doors. The hot weather had broken with the setting of the sun, giving way into a pleasantly warm evening with little humidity. Perfect for the scantily clad population teetering in sky high heels into buildings that pumped with bass and the happy screams of their intoxicated patrons. Boys leaned out of cars going down the road to whistle and call at the girls in their giggling groups stumbling down the sidewalks.
She was so completely over hiding herself. The humans might be in denial about the creatures that had seemingly risen from the shadows to inhabit what they considered their world, but she would no longer play to their insecurities. Stilettoed high heels clicked sharply on the pavement as she strode through the crowd, which parted at the dangerous aura around her that quite simply screamed "you do not fuck with me". The humans did not react so sharply as to grow silent thankfully, but instinctively shifted to not be in the way of what their subconscious screamed at them was a predator. She did not resemble the girls in their little herds of security, standing at a tall five feet and 10 inches even before the four inch heels of her boots. She was on her way to a new favorite haunt of hers and had dressed for the occasion, donning her maroon suede breeches with the laced detailing on the sides, and her thigh high black boots that laced up as well. Tucked into the high waist of the breeches was a white blouse, low cut with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. The effect was dominating, feminine, and elegant all in one. Around her neck hung a simple teardrop pendant in silver, holding a stone in a peculiar blend of blues, blacks and reds. Her nails matched her breeches, the almond shape of them almost looking like claws.
Even without the outfit she was striking, though she knew how to dress to enhance her attributes. She appeared fit, though with plenty of curves to tantalize the mind. Jet black hair in large waves fell around her face and down her back, holding streaks of fire coloring in reds, golds, coppers and blues in small enough pieces they seemed like sparks in the night. Full lips were set into a smirk as she strode to her destination, the humans who looked at her actually gasping. For all her form appeared human currently, blue irises in a bright jewel tone held pupils with a distinctly slitted pupil. Fine scales in the same fiery jeweled tones flowed up her neck and the side of her jaw and face, wrapping around her brow on the left side. Black horns pierced with golden jeweled hoops multiple times curved back from her temples, almost forming a crown. Maroon lips parted for a moment as she saw the shadowed door she was looking for, revealing a sparkling white, fanged smile. Her hips swung a bit more as she walked, and a decidedly reptilian tail swung behind her, the scales shining in the light as the obsidian blades on the end actually made a slight whistling sound.
Opening the door, she inhaled deeply to take the faint smell of smoke into her lungs. The gentleman at the door greeted her as a regular and she acknowledged him with a regal nod, striding back to her reserved area. Once through a second set of doors the low roll of smoke was easily visible. The music was low, the throbbing beat shifting between something primal and a more relaxed atmosphere. The bar was a hooka and singles bar and small groups of people scattered on cushions, making new friends or simply sharing stories with the ones they came with. In the corner was a VIP area, where she strode to stretch out on a chaise lounge, one or two of the other regular girls coming up to sit on the ground next to her and share her hooka. She looked down at them with a slight smile, smoke rolling out of her lips already. No one realized she had yet to take a pull off of her shisha.
She was so completely over hiding herself. The humans might be in denial about the creatures that had seemingly risen from the shadows to inhabit what they considered their world, but she would no longer play to their insecurities. Stilettoed high heels clicked sharply on the pavement as she strode through the crowd, which parted at the dangerous aura around her that quite simply screamed "you do not fuck with me". The humans did not react so sharply as to grow silent thankfully, but instinctively shifted to not be in the way of what their subconscious screamed at them was a predator. She did not resemble the girls in their little herds of security, standing at a tall five feet and 10 inches even before the four inch heels of her boots. She was on her way to a new favorite haunt of hers and had dressed for the occasion, donning her maroon suede breeches with the laced detailing on the sides, and her thigh high black boots that laced up as well. Tucked into the high waist of the breeches was a white blouse, low cut with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. The effect was dominating, feminine, and elegant all in one. Around her neck hung a simple teardrop pendant in silver, holding a stone in a peculiar blend of blues, blacks and reds. Her nails matched her breeches, the almond shape of them almost looking like claws.
Even without the outfit she was striking, though she knew how to dress to enhance her attributes. She appeared fit, though with plenty of curves to tantalize the mind. Jet black hair in large waves fell around her face and down her back, holding streaks of fire coloring in reds, golds, coppers and blues in small enough pieces they seemed like sparks in the night. Full lips were set into a smirk as she strode to her destination, the humans who looked at her actually gasping. For all her form appeared human currently, blue irises in a bright jewel tone held pupils with a distinctly slitted pupil. Fine scales in the same fiery jeweled tones flowed up her neck and the side of her jaw and face, wrapping around her brow on the left side. Black horns pierced with golden jeweled hoops multiple times curved back from her temples, almost forming a crown. Maroon lips parted for a moment as she saw the shadowed door she was looking for, revealing a sparkling white, fanged smile. Her hips swung a bit more as she walked, and a decidedly reptilian tail swung behind her, the scales shining in the light as the obsidian blades on the end actually made a slight whistling sound.
Opening the door, she inhaled deeply to take the faint smell of smoke into her lungs. The gentleman at the door greeted her as a regular and she acknowledged him with a regal nod, striding back to her reserved area. Once through a second set of doors the low roll of smoke was easily visible. The music was low, the throbbing beat shifting between something primal and a more relaxed atmosphere. The bar was a hooka and singles bar and small groups of people scattered on cushions, making new friends or simply sharing stories with the ones they came with. In the corner was a VIP area, where she strode to stretch out on a chaise lounge, one or two of the other regular girls coming up to sit on the ground next to her and share her hooka. She looked down at them with a slight smile, smoke rolling out of her lips already. No one realized she had yet to take a pull off of her shisha.