Black leather boots beat in a steady rhythm against the wet floors, water spraying up with each puddle he stepped in as he became closer towards the entrance of The Green Gryphon, metal buckles clanking as Jag quickened his pace to get in out of the pouring rain. Cloak over him, hood covering his head, shadowing his face. The muscular bulky male brought up his hand and pushed opened the door to the Inn. Dark sapphire eyes gleamed in the dense light that shone within the busy crowded room. Cold stare trailing from person to person as they were seated chatting amongst one another loudly. Pearly canines gleamed as Jagster ran his tongue along the sharp points of his fangs, sharp tips slicing his tongue, the taste of blood now lingering within his mouth, a chill spiralling up his spine as his taste buds ran a riot. A sinister smile sprawled its way across his lips, bringing his hands up towards his head, the werewolf pulled down his hood, making his pale face visible to the others within. Gazing around lazily, looking for an unoccupied table, JB finally found one closest to the window. Smirking to himself he stalked over and seated himself down silently. Scraggy cloak dripping wet, Jagster removed his cloak and hung it on the back of his chair, his leather studded jacket and black leather trousers the only thing that remained dry. Blonde dirty hair damp from the wet hood that was upon his head, bringing a hand towards his face, Jag began to run his fingers through his short hair. Closing his eyes, leaning back into his chair which was rather creaky and annoying in sound, Jag let a smooth sigh escape his lips.

Sitting up Jag stretched out his arms, placing them behind his head, pushing himself forwards, spine clicking in several places along with the rest of his joints. Exhaling loudly he peered around once more, dark blue eyes gleamed in the dense light that lingered around the large room. Taking a glance over towards the bar, Jagster managed to make eye contact with the barman. Pearly canines gleamed as he smirked devilishly to the man, head giving a nod letting the bartender know that he was indeed interested in a drink. Shifting himself on his seat, the wood creaky, irritating JB slightly, he stared out of the window and looked out into the dreary wet night, watching as droplets of rain ran down the glass window. Exhaling smoothly, resting his arms atop the wooden table, cupping his chin in one hand Jagster watched as the bartender slowly made his way towards him with a large tankard. Lifting his head from his cupped hand, offering the bloke a nod of his head in a thank you gesture JB picked up his tankard and began to drink at the sweet tasting ale. Feeling the warm sweet liquid go down his throat with great ease Jag placed his tankard back down onto the wooden table, leaving it half full. Letting out a satisfied sigh, wiping his mouth dry with his leather glove Jagster turned his attention to a bard at one side of the room. Watching them for a moment of two Jag merely snorted and turned away and peered out the window into the wet night.

Despite what the logical side of her screamed at her to realize, Cordelia walked down the street in Kellen, each of her steps stubborn and slightly forced. It hadn’t been long since she had been burned and blinded, and although it didn’t hurt as much to move now than it had been a while ago, the fact that she couldn’t see was enough for any common sense in her to tell her not to be in a public place. She hadn’t brought along Emeric, simply because the velociraptor needed to eat and had left earlier that evening to do so. Besides, she wasn’t going to depend on some stupid animal to lead her around. Cordelia was blind; surely that didn’t mean that she couldn’t go wherever she wanted.

Of course, on the way here she had tripped a few times and her pants had been strained with the mud. She was already thoroughly soaked and annoyed, but having fallen so many times only added to it. She knew that there was really only one thing she could do, as much as she hated it. Until the rain stopped the ground would remain soft and easy to fall in, so that meant she was going to have to wait it out… in an inn.

Just the idea brought shivers up her spine and she pulled her red coat closer to her body, grimacing. She had been here enough to know where the Green Gryphon was, so she could use her memory to find it, but that didn’t mean she was going to enjoy it anymore. The only positive thing about this ordeal would be that she wouldn’t have to see anything in there. She wouldn’t have to look at any of the people in there, see any of the revolting alcohol, or even the ugly wooden floors and rickety tables and chairs. That at least was a relief!

Feeling around the door of the Green Gryphon, her blackened hands eventually found the handle and she pulled the door open, hissing loudly when the lights hit her. Without a second thought she slammed the door shut and cursed, resting her back against the wood. She had forgotten about the lights in there. Reaching into the pocket of her red coat, Cordelia grasped another bandage and pulled it out, wrapping it around her eyes for extra protection. This one was darker and much thicker than the white one already wrapped around her head, aimed to allow less light to pass through. Once the pain had subsided, the vampire woman pulled open the door, relieved that the stabbing, burning feeling didn’t return. She took a cautious step inside and closed the door behind her, wincing when the loudness of the inn reached her ears.

Her stomach sunk and twisted when she heard all the voices and the music, yet was unable to see anything. There was a panicky feeling coursing through her but she shook her head, looking down before holding her head high again. It was okay. That was fine. She wasn’t imagining anything, this was exactly how the inn always was – there wasn’t a problem.

Using her memory once again to remember the scheme of the place, she walked between the tables, bumping into chairs every now and then and not looking back to apologize. She finally found herself at her destination, which had been a table near the window. From what she could hear there was no one sitting there. At least, that was the case until she heard a snort, just as she was about to sit down. Cordelia sighed and sat down anyway, ‘looking’ across the table from her and folding her ankles over each other. “So I’m guessing someone’s already sitting here? Well that’s just my luck… and too bad for you. I’ve got no intention of leaving,” she explained in her usual dry, arrogant and blunt tone of voice. Well, she hoped someone was actually sitting there; she didn’t want to be seen as the crazy lady.

While she waited for a response, her arms lifted up to her head and she wrung out her short, black hair, letting out a soft sound of distaste at the wetness.

Hands were brought up to his face slowly, remaining sat with his face in his hands, Jagster released a long dragged out sigh. Running his fingertips down his face in a dragging like fashion he peered up and took a quick glance around. Dark sapphire eyes shimmered in the lantern and candle lit room, biting his bottom lip, his sharp canine piercing the flesh, Jag turned away once more and peered down into the remaining contents of his tankard. Blood dripped from his lip into his ale, rolling his eyes some he shook his head and smirked devilishly at the thought of the mix. Taking his drink by the sturdy metal handle, he lifted the tankard to his mouth and drank that last of what he had left. Placing the silver tankard back down after, Jag placed his arms on the wooden surface of the table, hearing the wood creek made his teeth grind, the sound was annoying to his ears, folding his arms he let out a smooth sigh.

JB found the atmosphere in The Green Gryphon to be very dull, just like the weather outside to boot. Cold eyes trailed towards the window, watching the many droplets of rain hit against the windowpane and slide down the smooth glass. Head jerked some as Jag suddenly heard the Tavern door open followed by a loud hiss and then the door was slammed shut. Raising a slight brow in confusion to this, shifting himself he turned around slightly and took a glance at the door. Lip gradually began to cease in bleeding, licking his lips for the moment he stared at the door with his dark blue eyes, waiting if to see who would walk through. Waiting for not very long Jag’s cold stare now fell upon a blind woman. Head titling to the side some, a brow raised he continued to watch her as she just stood in the door way for the moment, straightening himself as he watched her make her way to find a seat. Bottom lip twitched some as he viewed her walking into a few chairs that were scattered around the large room. A devilish smirk sprawled its way across his lips as he watched her with amusement.

Turning away for the moment he decided to take another look outside, cupping his chin with his right hand going into a world of his own. Jag’s body twitched . Closing his eyes he let out a soft low growl, vocals vibrating smoothly, it wasn’t going to happen now.. Not if he could help it. But it did.. The voice was back, and after he was doing so well! ”Jag… did you miss me?” a dark voice giggled to him, teeth grinding, JB’s body tensed in annoyance. Lips parted and he whispered ”No not at all so just get lost! Ya hear me?” turning into a quiet like snarl. Fist clenched rested upon the table top Jag bit his lip and took another look outside, watching the rain pour down.

Remembering the woman again, Jagster turned around to look for her, to see how far she had gotten, to his surprise she was right opposite him settling herself down at exactly the same table. Raising a brow to her, knowing also that she couldn’t see his facial expressions due to her many bandages that covered her eyes Jag tilted his head and listened to her blunt and dry tone of voice. Lips curling into a grin, pearly canines gleamed in the candlelight that densely loamed where he was seated. Cold eyes watched her, never blinking nor straying around the room, they were constantly upon her. Licking his bottom cut lip Jag shrugged his shoulder and replied with a cheeky tone, You’re a clever one aren’t you..” letting out a small eerie chuckle JB rolled his shoulders and continued, ”Well that makes two of us then.. cause I’m not going back out in that.. To wet for my liking…. Must‘ve been worse whilst you where out there, you look a state” he grinned mischeiviously, pearly fangs gleaming in the dull light, his dark cold stare upon the blind woman observing her mud stained clothes.

”No not at all so just get lost! Ya hear me?”

Her eyebrows went up beneath the cloth. He didn’t seem to be talking to her, considering she hadn’t said anything. If he had been talking to her, then he would have just told her to get lost. She took a deep breath, letting the air linger in her lungs for a while before exhaling through her mouth. “Dare I even ask who you’re talking to in such a bitter tone?” Cordelia questioned. She doubted he was talking to her, but if he was, then she wouldn’t tolerate being regarded to in such a voice. She had taken enough abuse from Manic; she wouldn’t take it from anyone else.

“You’re a clever one aren’t you..”

She could feel his eyes upon her, and quite frankly, she didn’t like it. She knew she wasn’t in the best state she had ever been in, what with the burned and black skin, dirtied cloths, wet hair and bandages around her eyes. Cordelia was sure she looked terrible, but she didn’t mind it all that much. It wasn’t as if she could see to fix it, and she most certainly wouldn’t allow anyone else to touch her to try and make her a bit more proper. Cordelia had never been one for propriety in the first place. If anyone had a problem with that, then they would have to deal with it. “Yes, actually, I am,” she responded, although the statement had most likely been rhetorical. “Please, save me some trouble and don’t be one of those bland people I’ve come across that repeatedly state the obvious. I don’t see how that pertains to me sitting down, though. So I have to demand once again that you not be one of those people who makes no sense – they get boring very quickly and I’m in no mood to put up with it. If there’s anything else, whether it be obvious or not, that you would like to say, get it out now so I don’t have to say this again later on.” The words fell eloquently from her lips, without any hesitation. She had gotten to the point where anything like that completely annoyed her and she simply couldn’t stand it anymore. It made her feel as if others were being condescending toward her. She might have been blind but she still had a mind and didn’t need every single detail revealed to her.

”Well that makes two of us then.. cause I’m not going back out in that.. To wet for my liking…. Must‘ve been worse whilst you where out there, you look a state”

She was being pushed to impatience already! She hadn’t been in here two minutes and already this was happening. Cordelia turned her head down and rested her forehead in her right palm, tapping the table top lightly with the skinny fingers of her left hand. All she had to do was take a few minutes, breathe a little bit, and then with any luck she would be fine. This whole night was just not going well for her. She had fallen, she was dirty and wet which was extremely uncomfortable, she was in an inn, and no less an inn that Manic had taken her to for her to rest, and now she was stuck with Mr. Obvious. Could this night get any better?

“You’re not the only one who hates that weather…” Cordelia grumbled, lifting her head back up and folding her hands together, elbows bent so that she could rest her chin on the bridge of folded fingers. “And what’s that supposed to mean, ‘it was worse while I was out there’?” Had the cloth not been covering the upper portion of her face, her eyes would have narrowed in accusation of him calling her weak. After surviving being almost completely engulfed in flames, she hardly thought she was weak.

She cleared her throat rather loudly and a tad obnoxiously then. “I can feel you looking at me, just so you know, and I don’t like it. So what would your name be, Mr. I-like-to-stare-at-people-and-point-out-what-people-already-know? Oh dear that’s a long title, so I do suppose I really need your name, unless of course it’s longer… then I don’t really care.” Cordelia shrugged her shoulders and stretched her arms out at her side, causing the joints to crack.

Peering down to his empty ale tankard Jag frowned a little.. He hated seeing the emptiness of such a thing, letting out a sigh he pushed it to one side of him. Gazing out the window at the bad weather, which he found himself doing rather a lot, he adverted his gaze back towards the blind woman in front of him. Watching her for a moment, taking in every detail he could see of her, he slowly peered down at the table and closed his eyes letting out another smooth sigh. Hearing her voice, her question, head jerking upwards Jagster bit his bottom lip causing his cut to start bleeding once more. Had she heard him talking to himself? Obviously, otherwise she wouldn‘t have said anything. Grunting loudly Jag rolled his shoulders, joints clicking with each roll he forced upon them, lips parted and his smooth masculine voice sounded as he replied, ”Not to worry I wasn’t talking to you..“ his gaze starting to wander around the room, if she had heard him how many other people had? Jaw tensing as he thought about it, JB turned back to face the woman once more. Lip twitching he peered towards his tankard once more and tore his gaze away from it. All he ever seemed to want to do is drink the voice away.. But it never worked. Nothing would work. He was stuck with it, who ever it was.

Looking up as he heard her voice and her words, Jag tilted his head to one side slightly as he watched and listened to her carefully. A brow was raised as he sat in silence letting her have her say. Licking his bleeding lip, Jag couldn’t help himself but smirk broadly. Pearly fangs gleamed in the candlelight as he chuckled softly, giving his head a few nods, he smiled innocently, peering up towards the ceiling, gazing randomly at the beams that supported the Inn, Jag brought his attention back to woman before him. Grinning he nodded his head in an agreeable fashion, ”Okay.. I’ll save you the trouble, and I particularly don’t wont to bore you now do I..” he rested his right elbow against the wooden table, placing his hand against his cheek, supporting his head as he leant to one side looking to her, ”Nope.. I haven‘t got anything else to contribute…” he grinned wolfishly.

Stretching out his back, for it had began to ache he let out a groan and placed his arms on top of the table crossing them over. Dark sapphire eyes gleamed as they trailed upon her form, JB observed her position, how she had her head down in the palm of her hand, silently listening to her tap her fingers against the solid surface of the table. Smirking slightly, looking down at his black leather gloved hands, not being able to help not smiling at her annoyance, Jag knew he had already ticked her off and she hadn’t even been sat with him for very long.. Must be a habit of his or something.

Looking up gradually as he listened to her say that he wasn’t the only one that hated that weather, Jag chuckled softly and grinned, watching as she lifted her head from her palm and rested her head on the bridge of her fingers, his wolfish fangs revealed fully as his grin broadened looking at her. Pouting innocently as he caught her other words Jag just chuckled and replied smoothly, ”I didn’t mean nothing by it.. “ he lied slightly, he felt that he had already given her enough stick, so to just avoid pushing her to the limit, it already seemed like she was having a tough day as it is without him adding to it like she had said.

Head turning some as he caught sound of her grunt, and in a rather obnoxious fashion too, Jag grinned and raised another playful brow towards her, though he knew she couldn’t see it. Listening to her words towards him he shook his head and laughed, licking his lip, no longer was blood seeping from the cut, Jagster spoke bluntly, ”Well.. Maybe I like looking at you? And yea indeed that is a very long title to be called, some how I don’t think my name is as long as that though.. But then why would you even care or be interested to know my name if it was shorter then that?” he raised yet another playful brow, the tips of his fangs shimmering within the flickering candlelight that loamed around them.

”Not to worry I wasn’t talking to you..“

Cordelia merely lifted her hands, palms facing him, deciding to back off the subject. If he hadn’t been talking to her and she didn’t hear anyone else near their table, well… then he had to be a few cows short of a funny farm. In all honesty, she hoped that wasn’t the case. She had met enough insane people – Fehade and Manic, for example – to last her a lifetime. Just this once, she would give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she just hadn’t heard whoever it was that he was speaking too. Besides, there were so few people like those two… not everyone walked around talking to themselves and claiming to be schizophrenic, so who was she to judge that this young man was? “Of course,” she said, but it didn’t sound entirely sincere.

It was then that the faint scent of blood reached her nostrils. Tilting her head slightly, her concentration remained completely on him, just as it had throughout this conversation. She turned to look around the inn for a moment before turning back to him, the corners of her mouth pulled downwards tightly. “Are you bleeding…?” she questioned, although the tone hovered between an inquiry and a statement. She knew she smelled it somewhere close to her, and he seemed to be the only one close enough to her. It was a faint trace, which made her doubt herself a bit, but she knew the scent of blood when she came in contact with it. She had known it all her life.

”Okay.. I’ll save you the trouble, and I particularly don’t wont to bore you now do I..”

“Aww… submissive now, aren’t we?” Cordelia sighed, acting as though it were a shame that he had reacted in such a way, intentionally exaggerating her tone somewhat. Sometimes she liked it when people were submissive, but that was only when they were groveling and trembling in fear, too. Mere submissiveness was a sign of cowardice and she would have preferred for him to have been a bit aggressive. Oh, well; unfortunately, it wasn’t like she could dictate how he carried himself. “Why’s that, hmm?”

”I didn’t mean nothing by it.. “

She shook her head, wishing she could have rolled her eyes to express the depth of her annoyance. “Right, right,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You shouldn’t say things you don’t mean anything by. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that?” That was how Cordelia lived. She was blunt, to the point, and always said what she meant and meant what she said. Well, at least she did that most of the time, and she didn’t have any problems doing it, either. There was no reason to be embarrassed by it.

”Well.. Maybe I like looking at you? And yea indeed that is a very long title, some how I don’t think my name is as long as that.. B then why would you even care to know my name if it was shorter then that?”

Cordelia almost hit her head against the table in frustration. Everything he had just said was a complete nuisance; did he have to make things so difficult for her? Was it really necessary to do that? Everyone seemed to enjoy doing this to her, and she had no idea why. “Maybe you stop liking it, then, because it’s rather unsettling,” she chastised, acting as if he were a child, although her tone was much stricter and blunter than how she would regard a child. “And I’d like to know your name for the simple reason that I do. You think I want to keep calling you that hideously long title? Hell no. I can’t promise I won’t laugh if your name is incredibly stupid, but look at it this way – if you tell me your name, I’ll tell you mine. Deal?” That wasn’t exactly the truth, but she didn’t see a reason why she shouldn’t tell him. So far, he didn’t seem to be much of a threat.

Jagster watched her as she brought her hands up, palms facing him. Raising a brow he shook his head and chuckled at her. Leaning back in his chair, taking two of the legs off the ground, balancing slightly, Jag peered towards her and smirked, the tips of his canines always revealed when he smiled. He didn’t know if he was insane or not, but I guess when you hear voices and have arguments with yourself in public then, yea.. he’s pretty much gone in the head really. But not to far gone.. Well, not yet anyways. Jag was still managing to control his random outbursts, having managed to muster the willpower to fend that dark annoyance of a voice off for short periods of time. Bringing his leather gloved hands towards his face, he placed his chin to rest upon the top of his knuckles. Licking his lip, the sweet taste if a freshly cut wound sending a shiver down his spine, Jag ceased with the biting of his lip until it would stop bleeding. Head shifted to one side some as he listened to her, raising a brow he peered once more towards his empty tankard and let a soft purr like growl form within his throat out of annoyance..

Dark cold blue eyes watched the woman as her head tilted suddenly, watching her curiously as she began looking around the Inn. Frowning some as he watched her he tried to figure out what she was doing. Jag watched silently as she turned back to him, observing the downward tight corners of her mouth, he titled his head as he listened to her speak. Hearing her question JB nodded his head slightly and replied in a smooth tone, ”Uh, yea.. I have a tendency to bite my lip, sharp fangs you see.. Plus it tastes good..” he said with a half chuckle. Licking his lip of the last drip of blood, Jag brought his finger to his lip, touching it and checking his finger for anymore blood, which now there wasn’t. ”Stopped now..” he grinned innocently, though he knew he’d end up doing it again at some point.

Hearing her next words about him being submissive Jagster just couldn’t help himself but laugh out loud, shaking his head in amusement he grinned broadly, watching her somewhat act of it being a shame he had done so easily. Fangs gleaming as he spoke, ”Well..I was only trying to be polite for once in my life, but if you wish for my to make it more of a challenge for you then I will.. All you gotta do it just ask..” he laughed some more.. Usually Jagster wasn’t the submissive type, but he usually tended to be a lot nicer towards the opposite sex then his own gender. Tilting his head at her next words he shrugged and just said bluntly, ”Cause I haven’t..” a playful brow raised.

Slowly the he peered out of the window, the rain was still pouring hard, but hopefully it would give soon. Turning back to face hr he watched as she shook her head, what had he done now? Hearing her speak now, her voice dripping with sarcasm Jag merely lent back into his chair and remained silent, a brow constantly raised towards her.

"You shouldn’t say things you don’t mean anything by. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that?"

Peering up the ceiling in thought, he slowly brought his gaze back down and shook his head, lips parted he cheekily replied, ”Nope, but they have now..” he chuckled silently almost. Shifting himself in his seat, getting more comfy JB placed all four legs of his chair back down to the floor. Peering to the woman for a moment he released a smooth sigh and gazed around at the many random faces that crowed the Inn. Catching her voice, Jag turned back to face her, a smile plastered across his lips as he listened to her words and the way she spoke to him. Laughing towards her, he shook his head and replied smoothly, ”Unsettling? I find that hard to believe.. If you could see me you’d probably think differently..” he smirked devilishly leaning back into his chair bringing his hand up behind his head. Hearing her response to his last words JB chuckled and nodding his head, ”Okay, I get your point and yea why not, deal..” rolling his shoulder slightly, straightening his back he sat and gave her his name smoothly, ”I’m Jag, Jagster Bane.. Werewolf also if you didn‘t know..” he smirked, his sharp fangs gleaming in the lantern and candlelight..

”Uh, yea.. I have a tendency to bite my lip, sharp fangs you see.. Plus it tastes good..”

Cordelia snorted softly, a small smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Sharp fangs, eh? What a nuisance…” Her voice trailed off, her smirk inadvertently flashing her own fangs for but a second before it faded enough to return the elongated canines to their hidden, protected state. The fact that he had said it tasted good didn’t bother her one bit; she knew just how intoxicating blood could be, whether it was her blood or the blood of another. There were plenty of other people who shared the same opinion as well, so it wasn’t too shocking for her to hear that.

The male across from her laughed, causing her lips to purse. What was he laughing at? Surely she wasn’t that entertaining. All she ever told was the truth… or, at least, her version of the truth. Sometimes her beliefs were a bit skewed, but she thought they were right; why wouldn’t she?

”Well..I was only trying to be polite for once in my life, but if you wish for my to make it more of a challenge for you then I will.. All you gotta do it just ask..”

A sigh of frustration finally came to pass through her lips. That was really nothing to laugh at. She didn’t need him to be kind to her, especially if he was only doing it because she was blind. She was tough; she could handle people being rude, obnoxious, cold hearted, or anything between. She was that way herself, so she didn’t expect wonderful treatment. “Well, I’m asking,” she said, although her voice sounded more like she was commanding him to act such a way. “Treat me like you would treat anyone else. I don’t need or want special treatment, so please, don’t hold back.” Hopefully, he would comply. It would be such a shame if he didn’t. He would just end up like all the other spineless people she had met; afraid of hurting her feelings… it was sickening how weak some people were.

”Nope, but they have now..”

She snorted and placed her hands on the table for a moment, looking back down again as she listened to the rain pour down from the clouds. “I take it your parents never taught you anything, hmm?” The subject of family seemed to be a sensitive one, and while she knew that for a fact from asking other people that same question, she never seemed to learn. Cordelia wasn’t the type to usually simply let things be; she always had to know, regardless of whether it was her business or not. They were having a conversation about this, so she figured there was no harm in asking. He had been extremely passive so far in their meeting, and she had a feeling it would remain that way, even though she had asked him to try and liven up a little bit.

There he went, laughing again. When he mentioned finding it hard to believe that it was unsettling, she almost gagged. “That’s a bit arrogant and vain,” she stated, not even going to ask what he thought about saying that. She actually felt nauseous now. “Not to mention rude. I take it no one ever told you to be aware that some subjects are sensitive… like, oh, I don’t know, a person being blind.” Her voice was bitter as she said that and she huffed, taking her arms off of the table to fold them across her chest.

”I’m Jag, Jagster Bane.. Werewolf also if you didn‘t know..”

The vampire woman was actually a bit shocked that he had given her his name. Even more evidence that he was just obedient… but why wouldn’t he be? He was a werewolf, which meant he was part dog; dogs were domestic. “Aww, a little puppy, eh?” She smirked, laughing quietly for a moment. She didn’t really care about races; he could have been a human, an elf, a demon – hell, he could have been a flamingo for all she cared – and she would have been indifferent to him all the same. “I’m Cordelia Brooks, no shorter name that you can call me, thank you very much. And in case you couldn’t figure out, I’m a vampire.”

Listening to her soft snort Jag smiled slightly, watching as a small smirk tugged in the corner of her lips, dark blue eyes gleamed as he noticed her own sharp fangs were revealed for a short moment before they where hidden again. Leaning further back into his wooden chair, hearing the wood creaking Jag snarled softly, eyes narrowing towards his chair in annoyance. Seriously, couldn’t they make any decent chairs around here? Guess not. Looking up towards the woman Jag smirked as he listened to her, giving his head a small nod he smirked devilishly, and replied, ”A nuisance indeed.. Though they do come in handy..” he grinned, tongue licking the sharp tips of his fangs slowly.

Watching as her lips pursed after he laughed Jag’s smirk broadened. It seemed that anything he did or say got to her rather easily, though Jagster knew that he usually had a tendency to have that sort of effect on people, not all the time, but today seemed to be one of those days were it was happening rather a lot. Rolling his shoulders, crossing his arms he took a glance at the window, peering outside at the dark night and the pelting rain he released a smooth sigh. ”Looks like your staying here tonight then eh Jagster?” Dark eyes glared as he continued to look out the window, he wasn’t going to reply to the voice, for he didn’t want to seem as mad and annoying as he had already come across to the woman. Releasing a sigh Jag adverted his gaze, staring at his reflection within the glass. Closing his eyes for a moment he brought his dark eyes back to the female gradually.

Looking across the room, glancing at the many different races that mingled together, Jag heard a frustrated sigh come from the woman across the table. Turing to look back to her he raised a brow and smirked cheekily as he listened to her commanding tone of a response and words that followed. Nodding his head, leaning his arms on the table he purred smoothly, ”Alright as you wish or ’command’ should I say, I wont hold back..” Bringing a hand behind his head, scratching the back of his neck he took a quick glance towards the bar, lip twitching some he decided he’d get another drink in a moment, releasing a smooth sigh he looked back the blind woman.

“That’s a bit arrogant and vain”

A mischievous smile sprawled it’s way across his lips as he listened to those words. Jagster wasn’t always arrogant, admittingly he could be rather vain at times, but couldn’t most people. Watching her for the moment he figured that his comment had somewhat disgusted her, chuckling at the thought of disgusting her in that way, it almost to easy he thought. Jag couldn’t help himself but grin broadly. Head tilting towards the window as he listened to her go on, hearing the word rude Jag bit his bottom lip smirking, slowly placing his right hand under his chin. Nodding his head as he continued to listen to her quietly Jag watched as she huffed and crossed her arms across her chest. Pouting some at that he realised her arms where now blocking his view. A sinister grin formed across his face, taking his arms off the table, placing his hands into his pockets he replied darkly, ”Personally I wouldn’t care if it was rude, truthfully I think rude is a pleasant thing, and can be in many ways..” he chuckled eerily, continuing with, ”They may have told me in the past, but unfortunately I can’t really remember much back then.. To be honest it’s not really a thing I would store in mind.. So what your trying to say then eh.. is that your sensitive to the fact that your blind isit?” he grinned wolfishly raising a playful brow.

“Aww, a little puppy eh?”

Dark eyes gleamed dangerously at those words, cold stare upon her as she laughed quietly, vocals shook smoothly as a growl formed within his throat. Straightening himself, he wasn’t going to let that little comment get to him. The one thing he hated the most was comments such as that, the whole puppy patronising gig. Jagster was not little puppy, if she wanted a free sampling he would give it to her willingly, but if she kept going the way she was with comments such as that then he would give it to her whether she wanted it or not. Relaxing himself, rolling his shoulders slowly, joints clicking constantly as he rolled them, Jag listened as she gave him her name. Nodding his head slowly he smirked at her last words he spoke smoothly, ”Hmm.. pretty name.. and I’ll try not to shorten it, though I would say that Cordi would suite you..” he chuckled devilishly.. Hearing her say she was a vampire if he hadn’t noticed he chuckled a little bit more.. ”I figured.. Tis a funny thought, a Vampire sitting with a Werewolf.. But yea, anyways, nice to meet you Cordelia Brooks.” he said smoothly.

”A nuisance indeed.. Though they do come in handy..”

“I can only imagine,” Cordelia said wickedly, a toothless smile creasing her face. “And the fun? I think the fun is so much better than how they come in handy.” Although having fangs was necessary for her survival, she enjoyed them so much more than what she probably should have. There was threatening, killing just for the heck of it… and so much more that she didn’t even know where to begin! Once he mentioned that he would do as she asked, she sighed inwardly; there he was, being submissive again. He was so contradictory… how could she believe what he said when he clearly did just the opposite? She wouldn’t tell him how to act or how to decide what to do, but he would make this all a lot easier if he would just choose one thing or the other.

”They may have told me in the past, but unfortunately I can’t really remember much back then.. To be honest it’s not really a thing I would store in mind.. So what your trying to say then eh.. is that your sensitive to the fact that your blind isit?”

She really had no place to reprimand him for being rude, considering she was just as unkind and enjoyed every minute of it, but she couldn’t help herself. Cordelia decided to ignore what he said about it and only listen to the second part. How stupid was he? Why wouldn’t she be sensitive about being blind? It made her feel weak and vulnerable, no matter how strong she remained on the outside and how hard she tried to stay exactly how she had been before it happened. Hearing, feeling, tasting and smelling and yet not even being able to see almost made her think she was but a shell of a living thing, unable to do something so easy and nearly unable to take care of herself. It was enough to make her go insane. “Congratulations, you got my point,” she hissed. “Wouldn’t you be sensitive about it too? Why don’t you try walking and end up tripping and stumbling because you couldn’t see something?” She huffed again, unfolding her ankles and tapping her heels lightly against the floor. She had a bit too much nervous and angry energy that she wanted to try and get rid of before she got herself into yet another fight.

Upon hearing his growl, Cordelia returned her arms to the table and shook her head again. “Come now, don’t get upset,” she said monotonously, although she really didn’t care either way. “There’s no reason to growl at me. Surely you’re not that primitive.” She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, a bit surprised that he had actually been a bit aggressive this time. He was really doing what she had asked of him… how pathetic.

”Hmm.. pretty name.. and I’ll try not to shorten it, though I would say that Cordi would suite you..”

Any trace of emotion was swept clean from her face. Her jaw clenched and she cracked her knuckles, sucking in a deep breath through her nose and letting it out through her mouth after a few moments. “I said Cordelia was fine.” Eliel and Kaiden were the only two who would ever get away with shortening her name, although Kaiden had yet to do such a thing. He went on to mention how it was funny that a vampire was sitting with a werewolf, but honestly Cordelia thought nothing of it.

“It means nothing to me…” she said. “Races only prove good for jokes; I don’t hold grudges against races but rather the people. You’re a werewolf, I’m a vampire – and the point is?” She paused and lifted a hand, palm up, almost as if expecting him to put the words right in her hand. “You shouldn’t get caught up in things like that. It makes you look like you can’t think for yourself.” She put her arm back down on the table, shrugging her shoulders once again.

Jag smirked as he listened to Cordelia’s wickedly said words. Bringing a hand behind his head, rubbing the back of his neck slowly he smiled as he continued to listen onwards. Dark sapphire eyes gleamed at her words. Giving his head a nod his lips parted and his smooth voice rang out, ”Ah the fun.. How could I have forgotten about the fun.. and yes indeed the fun is far better..” he chuckled softly. Jagster peered around the room for a moment, glancing around at all the people that went about their thing within the Tavern. Tongue licking at the sharp edges of his fangs, he released a smooth sigh and glanced back towards Cordelia.. The werewolf wasn’t really acting his usual self today.. He felt worn out and just couldn’t be bothered with his usual self, this unknown voice was draining for him, in the past it wasn’t so bad, but it just seemed to wear him out these days. Rolling his shoulders, joints clicking in several places Jag brought his hands to rest atop the table, entwining his fingers together.

Hearing her hissed words Jag lent back into his creaky chair, the wood squeaking causing him to grind his teeth in annoyance. Letting out a dragged sigh he looked out the window and watched as the rain began to fall harder outside. Rolling his eyes, he knew the rain wouldn’t stop anytime soon. Drawing his attention back to the vampire Jag brought up his hands ands said ”Okay.. I guess I would be.. Not being able to see and as you just said stumbling and tripping over things would really grind my gears..” he honestly had to let her have that one. Jag grunted a little, he had been a little bit stupid on the subject about the whole sensitivity thing of being blind.

Watching Cordelia Jag raised a brow to her uninterested response to his growl. Folding his arms upon the table he released another dragged out sigh, adverting his gaze towards the window once more. Head jerking some as he caught her voice again he turned to look at her. Primitive? He could be. Licking his bottom lip he decided not to respond. Looking up he glanced towards the bar and observed the bartender tending to the other punters that filled the Tavern. Pouting a little he looked toward Cordelia and spoke smoothly, ”Fancy a drink? Cause I know I do..” he raised a questionable brow, not that she could see it anyways..

Hearing her crack her knuckles and watching as she took a deep breath through her nose and exhaled through her mouth, Jag held in all urges to laugh. So shortened pet names got to her eh? Grinning broadly he shook his head and placed his hands into his black leather trouser pockets, ”Okay.. Cordelia it is…” he said smoothly, a smirk plastered across his face. Sitting up in his chair, the wood creaky he felt like slamming his fist down on the table, but held back to urge for it was probably possible that the table would just snap in half, so instead he released a annoyed sigh through the nose.

Looking up at her with his cold blue eyes he smirked as he listened to her words. JB had to admit he did like her way of thinking. Lips parted and he spoke, ”Truthfully I have no point, I just thought it was funny in a way.. And the fact that I don’t usually see much of vampires, so me to be sitting here with one is a first.. “ his left hand brought up, fingers running through his dirty blonde hair, ”Hmm…I get your point.. And I wouldn’t want people to think that now would I..” he chuckled some, though it was true, sometimes Jag couldn’t actually think for himself, not with this voice constantly in his head and also the beass that dwelled inside of him that on some nights he couldn’t control.