Brandy

Her lifeline. Her wolf. Her love. Her husband. Utterly and completely dependent. Needle to my vein, tell me I'm yours.
Natural Disaster: "My Husband, My Life, My Wolf." Approached Brandy one evening when the Tether was particularly dead. Informed her that he had a bit of a problem to solve, and that she'd be able to help. Offering her the job of spending off a bit of his coin, the two slunk off with a bottle of ever clear, the two enjoyed drunken company upon the bridge in the garden. Good times and a good night to be remembered. The man now lives with her, curiously, as he was oh-so-brilliant in burning down his entire apartment. Nice job! Lucky for him, Brandy found him pleasurable enough to offer her own residence. Not that he hasn't already paid her back threefold... The woman has become increasingly fond with Fiver, finding herself seeking his company when he is not around. Strange relationship they have, but he has now marked her and quite thoroughly so. They seem to have a very feral, aggressive relationship, seeking ownership upon one another. Marking the man in his very flesh, it seemed the man was quite pleased with her gesture of her affections, delivering the woman a kiss to the neck... with a needle full of anesthetic. The woman awoke bound to a table, quite exposed. Oh dear. Second needle of the night would be to her arm, she'd be forced to fulfill a promise to Fiver. Her promise turned sour, forcing the woman to live out a very vivid nightmare that continues to haunt her into the waking hours. Perpetual fear of the wolf that hunted her down, raped her and murdered her has prevented the woman from returning to the waking world normally. The wolf in her nightmares.. has a striking resemblance to her Fiver... Sleep deprived from her, the woman has been broken. Reduced to nothing but a hollow shell, her every sense demands to begone with the fucking creature, her very heart ached to forgive him. Awaking to find him gone... well now. We can't have that, now can we? The woman yearns to suffer at his hand. The woman is broken, she aches to bleed for Fiver, she wants to give the ultimate sacrifice for him. Her husband by force, kept by the love that brimmed in her chest, the woman has a secret... Every night we'll die a little more in each others arms.

Where the fuck have you been all my life and why has it taken me so long to find you?
Guile:Things would have been different if we had been together back then, Firebreather... A relationship forged on sheer chance and luck alone, she met him in the bar and forced her way into his evening. A drink shared which lead to more and the Hellcat has found herself utterly addicted to the maned wolf. They share a kinship that could only be forged from the fingertips of the Circus itself, they found themselves sharing more than just stories. She often finds herself seeking his company, perhaps for all the wrong reasons. Wolves, it's always the wolves, isn't it? Now, if she could just figure out why he reminds her so strongly of someone else....I intend to make up for those lost years, my Firebreather.

These are the people who had the biggest impact on her life.

Garok: Big. Doofy. Handsome, yet toothy. Quite a funny large critter she found in a pen after a minor scuffle one evening. She found his rambunctious humor to be refreshing and almost childlike, something she often didn't get the chance to indulge in herself. Releasing him from the pen for just the night they got around to small talk and the most amazing foot rub she had ever experienced in her life. Affectionately dubbed Big n' Brawny, he's become her absolute favored slave, easily slipping him into Prime spot. He has become a lover, a friend, a companion. Growing incredibly protective of him, she's become aggressive towards any unwanted advancements towards him -- approach at your own risk.

He has returned to her after many, many years and it makes the woman feel. Her very heart began to beat with purpose, returning her pulse to her and her purpose as well. The Hellcat has missed him more than words could ever explain, and the pain of watching him leave was something that never left her. She is filled with nothing but pride to finally have him beside her once more. Her sweet, goofy beast.

Patrick Verona: I fucking love it...A gentleman, a scholar, and a general nice guy. Met him at the bar and after some good conversation, he was gentlemanly enough to allow Brandy to buy him a drink, and even tolerate her stealing a shot of his Scotch. The good night was interrupted by his cousin Wilf and his handler, a fine woman who she never caught the name of, much to Brandy's displeasure. Finally, handler and cousin were off, something about children (not that Brandy rightly cared), then Patrick and the circus kitten were off as well. The bar was loud and she could have used the quiet time with good company. She enjoys Patrick very much so, and just might start seeking him out on a regular basis. After all, she's never found a man who knew every step to her tango before. ...when you hurt me.

Mashenka: A pure and utter monster. Wicked in the most wonderful of ways, and yet there is still something that Brandy doesn't like. The man leaves a foul taste in her mouth, like the bottom of a garbage disposal, and yet she can't help herself but to go back and prod the beast between the ribs. A head of metal and muscles for days, the man can definitely dish it out as he takes it. The pair have a very tumultuous relationship, hinging solely on abuse -- which is a shame, since it started out so nicely. Brandy has recognized Mashenka from Tether years past, and at first showed him utmost respect for his post and present position. However, this has quickly dissolved and instead, he is her play thing, and he is the blunt hammer that breaks her bones and punctures lungs. It's not all bad, she supposes. The beast's destruction of her body pushed her into the arms of a king.

Gelu: Weakling. A beautiful, delicious weakling. He thinks he has enough balls to be the buck he was bred to be, but she knows otherwise. She's tasted his fear, his terror, and it's intoxicating. She craves Gelu in the most primal sense, to bring him to a state of terror where his heart pounds against his ribs, his sweat moistens his brow and his pupils black out his eyes. All things considered, she genuinely likes Gelu and doesn't wish him any permanent harm. At least, not physically. She hopes that she scars him just enough mentally that the memory of the she-cat becomes a soreness that always aches. A bruise that never quite heals. A persistent memory of the woman who just wants to shower him in her destructive love. Poor Gelu.

Baulder: "My Shining Sun" Handsome and fire eyed, the woman has a spark in her heart that matches those crimson orbs. Initial meeting started off with nothing but an innocent drink. Nothing like a little wine shared amongst new friends, right? Pleasant conversation turned even more so with a little bite, and the rest will remain hushed behind her crimson lips. Only a knowing smirk will tell the tale, she'll never tell. Shame you weren't one of the patrons in the bar that night! An interesting drinking partner indeed. Brandy is, by far, completely smitten with the drake, and often seeks his company and his warmth. Baulder graced upon her a simple gift -- black velvet choker with a golden bell. It has easily adopted the place her ex husband's tie once resided around her throat. As beautiful as the sunrise, as intimidating as the sun.

Ones that exist only as a slipping memory.
Remis: A curious fellow she met one night in the bar. She struck up a delightful conversation, even assisting out with his drinking. She is quite fond of Remis, he intrigues her. Even more so, she's interested in the shape shifting aspect of him. She enjoyed his company, and his warmth immensely. She has decided to treat him as if he were her guardian. He offered, after all. She deeply looks forward to seeing him again. A few nights with Remis, she has grown exceptionally fond of him.

Jasper Creedence: Brandy's personal dragon. Black as coal with a personality completely opposite of his exterior. She purchased him on a whim one night, quite enjoying listening to the man talk about his past, his story, she was rather impressed and saddened by the misfortune he had to endure. The two have become close, Jasper has offered to be her champion in the arena, under her banner and bearing her token. It would be nice to have someone stand up for the little circus kitten, god knows she needs it. She takes Jasper for granted, knowing full well she shouldn't. Brandy has been working towards fighting this crime, attempting to show him the affection the tender beast deserves. Jasper recently had his first arena fight, against Brandy's ex husband, Mark Hoffman, exiting the arena a victor after reclaiming Brandy's honor. He has become her champion!

Moon Bug: A slave of Baulder's, met her on the balcony at the Tether one quiet evening when the bug went to get some fresh air. Brandy could smell the drake on the curious creature, and it seems he is the bond between the two women. They have connected somewhat, as Moon soon found her at the Dragon's manor plotting out flowers in the garden -- seems Brandy has overtaken the household. Moon was subjected to one of Brandy's rare moments where rage overtook her as she burned the tie of her ex husband, allowing the memory and the ashes to be released to the wind. She likes her well enough, she's not really sure what to make of her, to be honest. Both seem to feel very deeply for the man, and while it makes her jealous of hell she'll use it as an opportunity to attempt to work that flaw out of her system.

Tomas Rhett: Met him at the bar -- see a trend here? The woman was happily pissing off the tendress, feet up on the counter, merry toast to the air, and this poor puma was the only one who indulged the woman in her merry cheer to the sky. Learning that he was fresh blood at the Tether only sparked her curiosity. The gunslinger was well spoken and charming as hell, had a good taste in liquor, even if the Tether's selection of whiskey was less than to be desired. She took pity on the poor dear, allowing the man her couch to sleep on until he got established with his own room. A lovely evening, she learned much about the man, especially that his heart sang a similar dark song that hers had been singing for quite some time. His gun intrigues her, his stories fascinate her, and the man's very way of life keeps her coming back for more. She enjoys his company, and definitely looks forward to getting to know him better, as the wheels in her head have already begun to slowly turn and crank. She has a lot of use for someone who is a good shot. Now, she would just need to find a way to accurately pay him for his time.