Random roleplay
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"the evening was a whole lot lovelier when we didn't have to see your hideous house." Metus said, dropping their timidness from the first meeting. They were far too angry at Cheyenne to be timid. Sneaky traitors were no one to be timid around. Further than that they regretted heavily not speaking up about their suspicions from the get go or seeing through the attack in the first place. If they had less self control they'd stomp down one of the lovely flowers in the garden.
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Cheyenne's smile is practically freezer-burnt, appearing warm but with a layer of coldness underneath. She'd rather not have to do this with either of them, especially Metus, who had begun to increasingly grate on her nerves. She'd not been a fan of some of their "cute" little quips. Her smile cracks, a crimson orb twitching at the sight of them before she quickly recovers with a response of her own. "Hideous, sure, but unscathed. How's yours faring?" The alpha makes sure to ask in a fake honeyed tone, taking a jab at the fact that their recent battle took place mostly in Moonstone's territory.
A small, cool rush of adrenaline runs down the woman's spine just as she says that. This is a renegotiation meeting, remember? Cheyenne reminds herself, standing up straight to dust off her blazer. It'd be best not to have this all come crashing down right before it starts. After all, despite their recent clash, the Blood Moon leader still believes something could be salvaged from their relationship, at least diplomatically speaking. She wouldn't have invited them over otherwise.
She clears her throat. "Mm, yes. Anyway... Adrianna will be down any moment. She'll be escorting you up, just like last time." The boss flips her hair once more, smoothly turning on her heel. She strides back into the doors of her office which connect to her balcony, held open by two assistants. They follow and close the doors behind her quietly. Adrianna exits gracefully from the main entrance, making her way over to the Moonstone leaders.
"Welcome back. Please, follow me." The servant states, more in a matter-of-factly tone than a requesting one. She turns and walks away without another word in an attempt to lead them to Cheyenne's office. -
Astrid gave a silent nod, then followed as her black sleek heels clicked against the ground. who does Cheyenne think she is? honestly, if we were in the olden days, our ancestors would just- her thoughts were interrupted abruptly from stopping herself finishing the thought. all she wanted to do was punch a tree, like she normally did when she was this mad, and she was pretty sure that if she didn't start soon, Cheyenne might become the other side of the fist
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Metus was feeling more destructive than usual. He felt more like a boy in these moments. The need to destroy what others made for themselves was the most masculine thing he could think of, and he hated it. Metus wished he'd been born without a gender, nothing to push him to choose between staying genderless or being a boy, but nothing was ever that simple. They had completely zoned out thinking about it. Metus would never tell another soul of their thoughts on masculinity and violence. They knew it wasn't true, that violence wasn't masculine, but it was all they'd ever known.
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The grand entrance of Cheyenne's expansive mansion opens with a resonant creak, releasing a wave of cool air from the air conditioning within. The foyer matches the exterior's grandeur, featuring ornate gold marble flooring and a striking spiral staircase adorned with gothic black steel accents. Nestled beneath the staircase is a charming nook furnished with soft leather seating and a wooden coffee table holding a bouquet of red roses, while the hallway is lined with intricately carved marble pillars that reach toward the soaring ceiling. This ceiling is further embellished, of course, with the emblem of the Blood Moon. One would certainly get an even more impressive view looking down from the top of the staircase.
As the group enters the building, several assistants promptly close the doors behind them and return to their respective duties. Adrianna pauses briefly to ensure Astrid and Metus are still by her side before confidently ascending the familiar staircase, her demeanor radiating self-assurance. The hallway leading to Cheyenne's office is vast, adorned with an array of exquisite artworks, each meticulously positioned to highlight its beauty through ideal framing and lighting. The soft click of Adrianna's heels resonates as she strides gracefully toward the door, producing a gentle echo that fills the space in place of their awkward silence.
This time, it is Adrianna who takes the initiative to open the door. Despite its considerable size and weight, she manages to pull it open with a single hand, as effortlessly as one might blink. A thin wisp of cigar smoke drifts out, gradually tainting the fresh air beyond the office. As she gestures for the guests to enter, the smoke prickles at her eyes, prompting her to delicately wave it aside while suppressing a cough. Cheyenne can be observed facing away from the door, sitting in her comfortable leather chair and puffing on a Regal Refinement. -
Astrid kept her expression blank and meaningless, hiding her disgust at how humanly and how obnoxious this place was. it was like she wanted enemies to attack, seeing as to how noticeable it was in what used to be a hidden corner of luscious green forestland that werewolves blood moon pack and moonstone pack alike had lived for generations. the puff of smoke hit her nose hard, but her expression had not altered.
"talk about a gutsy move Cheyenne, you could have won'' Astrid said, retaining her original and calm demeanor. her eyes were as cold and meaningless as stone instead of the light glowing moons they once were.
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Metus stood behind Astrid with an unreadable expression. He was sure it would change to timidness eventually. Metus gritted his teeth and watched the floor as he remembered the battle from yesterday with fervent disdain.
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Astrid and Cheyenne, the alphas of their respective packs, embody contrasting philosophies in their leadership styles. To Cheyenne, Astrid presents herself as a composed and diligent leader, embodying a more understated approach. In stark contrast, the alpha of the Blood Moon pack views her authority as an inherent entitlement, a birthright if you will, and is determined to project an image that commands both fear and respect from those around her. Her dwelling will undoubtedly reflect the formidable reputation she seeks to cultivate. Meanwhile, Cheyenne remains indifferent to how her demeanor is perceived by the other wolves, recognizing that her embrace of human-like traits has been instrumental in her rise to power. Indeed, the humans are onto something; everything operates like a business in some way.
Cheyenne has developed quite the dislike for both Astrid and Metus at this point; yet she understands that jeopardizing their business relationship would ultimately be detrimental to the Blood Moon pack. Although her pride simmers fiercely within her, and her body tenses at the mere idea of yielding, the alpha's current objective is to extend an apology and suggest a truce. She takes one last long puff of her cigar, slowly turning around in her swivel chair and putting out the flame in a marbled obsidian ashtray. The woman clasps her hands together, placing her elbows delicately on the desk in front of her, and forces a soft smile.
"Mm, yes. You win some, you lose some." Cheyenne sighs almost wistfully, tilting her head. "The resources you have and the people you choose to join you can also have an impact.." Her crimson orbs narrowed slightly as she says this, a touch of venom in her fake sweet tone, her pride beginning to swell up once more. The boss was immensely unsatisfied with her previous allies' performance, making her realize she needs to pick new ones. "...Hm. But there's no need to speculate. Please, have a seat."
Cheyenne makes a quick gesture to two seats sitting across from her at the desk. The coffee previously served has long lost its steam, the lukewarm liquid sitting almost nervously still amongst the tension in the room. Nevertheless, there are still two teacups with cup plates meant for her guests. -
Astrid felt a sense of deja Vu. She sat and did not drink the coffee.
"I suppose." the inky black liquid with a slight undertone of brown reflected the lights around them, resembling Astrids hair, which for once, she did for the meeting. [I]it doesn't help that you're a traitor.[/I] she thought silently to herself.
she took out the pen with the delicate etchings from before, fiddling with it. "Are the people of your pack, my pack, the dirty shirts pack, and more, worth the price? winning doesn't always come with glory, you have to lose some along the way." she put the pen away, then tented her fingers "so the question is," her fingers slowly slid into a pistol-like position, she pointed them downwards and gave Cheyenne a stern look. "how much are you willing to give to win? It's not as simple as you think it is"
Astrid looked at Metus, knowing how hurt he was by losing members of the pack. she thought Cheyenne might not particularly care, but it was more important to watch for their own pack and their allies' packs, Cheyenne could go pick on someone else.
but Astrid gave a warm, tempting smile that she liked to call her 'deceiving face.' for when she was angry, but decided not to showcase it in a traditional way. "However, if someone wins, someone always has to lose" -
Metus set his jaw sternly. Metus had one job, support Astrid. They analyzed the words, studied faces, they were only really good at figuring out ulterior motives. They felt lucky that Astrid chose to be with them despite their inherent perceived uselessness. From their current analysis they had concluded that Cheyenne was a person who did not care about the lives of others. In Metus' mind, that was the worst type of person. The type to start a forest fire, or set up a bear trap
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Cheyenne is prepared to sacrifice everything in her quest for victory, even if it means turning her back on the entire world, as long as she emerges as the last one standing. As the last surviving heir to the Blood Moon pack, with no parents or siblings to guide her, she grapples with the duality of newfound freedom and the heavy burden of leadership. The abrupt loss of her family has turned her life upside down, leaving her distraught and wary of trusting anyone but herself. The weight of ensuring the success of the Blood Moon pack rests solely on her shoulders, a reality that fills her with anxiety and pressure. In an attempt to cope with the overwhelming stress, she has taken to chain-smoking, a habit that has become a constant in her life. Cheyenne nervously glances over at the cigar she had just put out, itching to re-light it, but manages to muster up some professionalism.
In this moment, what is Cheyenne willing to sacrifice? Perhaps just a fraction of her pride, if it could help ease the current tension among them. Determined to extend an apology despite the palpable strain in the air, the alpha exhales softly, a sign of her resolve. She takes a brief moment to gather her thoughts, carefully trying to mask the intensity of her contemplation. After a short pause, the hardness in her eyes begins to fade, replaced by a gentler expression as she looks at the two of them.
"Was I a bit rash? Sure," The boss' clasped hands open slightly in a questioning gesture, though her fingers remain interlocked. "And will all packs receive the monetary compensation they deserve? Sure, fine. I don't mind paying for some damage repairs." She shakes her head with another sigh, closing her eyes. "But I do hope you're willing to spare the time to hear me out, perhaps gain an understanding of my position." -
Astrid appeared ready to listen, although utterly bored of running in circles for so long.
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Metus glared daggers at Cheyenne. There was quite obviously no way for her to explain her blatant and stupid attack on their pack. Metus found her attacking Astrid in cold blood for God's sake. Metus almost started to growl as this attempt at any sort of explanation just angered them further than ever before.
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Cheyenne pauses, her mind racing as she contemplates what Astrid and Metus might want to hear. The real challenge lies in how cleverly she can navigate her way out of this. Shifting the blame to Moonstone is clearly off the table. Unlike their initial encounter, where she could afford to be brash, calling them weak and useless now poses a far greater risk, and she knows she must tread carefully to avoid angering them even more. She briefly considers flattering them, but given her previous actions, how genuine would that come across? Praising the strength and bravery of those she has tried to eliminate? That strategy is doomed to fail. With a thoughtful stroke of her chin, the boss weighs her options, searching for the best way forward.
You can almost see the lightbulb flashing above Cheyenne's head as she realizes how to proceed. As she reflects on the situation, it dawns on her that she, Astrid, and Metus share a similar age, creating a commonality that could potentially foster mutual understanding. Furthermore, they all share the experience of stepping into leadership roles for the first time within their packs. In this delicate moment, the alpha finds herself walking an invisible tightrope. Hoping to come across as a slightly ignorant and reckless leader who needs time to grow into her position, Cheyenne needs to decide how much she wants to commit to this little act without coming across as completely clueless or even careless.
"Tell me, have you experienced a battle this intense before? I'm not sure I have," Cheyenne feigns ignorance, pouring herself another cup of lukewarm coffee. She throws one more sugar cube into the cup in place of the one that's already disintegrated and takes a big drink despite the temperature. The liquid splashes, leaving a few droplets on the desk. "I'm sure there are things you would have done differently, as would I. As they say, after an event, even the fool is wise." In asking this question, the leader hopes to buy herself a bit more time. -
She's stalling.. Astrid silently thought to herself. "You brought it among yourself, the actions you have made have proven yourself to be selfish, the main focus of an alpha should be their people who they lead and they alone." Astrid sat tall even though the gnawing pain in her shoulder roared to life with pain. "you have proven yourself to be clever, Cheyenne. so, who will be the fool this time around?" She crossed her legs even though the soreness begged not to be over stressed.
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