The Lycan Lore

Varro arose with the morning sun, and greeted the day as he always does with a trip to the training pits. Hours would pass before he felt actual strain weighing upon back, slowing movements as he pressed on perhaps if he had a sparring partner this bout wouldn't seem so lackluster. A few more good swings of his blade would leave him rightfully exhausted and hunched over, soon man laid hand against dummy he was hacking against giving it a pat. Man slugged the rest of himself upwards before striding over to the stairs where he left a jug of water and sat. He leaned against the cold stairs mind reeling as hand floated over jug, which was roughly grabbed the cork removed by teeth only to then be guzzled.

Allana: A new day brought new opportunities, all one had to do was seek them out and act accordingly. Black leather heels collided with the stone floors of the Teather as their commanding sound echoed off the walls, tight bronzed skin dressed in the classic black dress which hugged extraordinary curves to perfection. Beneath the flowing length of fabric were leather garters which concealed poison and blades, although she'd had no reason thus far to use either without first deciding to do so. Down into the belly of sin she went, ringed fingers bracing her stride against the walls as the lights became dim and the stench of blood prevalent. Allana was new to the isle of sin but had been living here for a few months now to help her brothers business flourish, oh was it ever growing. Due to the spark of interest, the weeks past had been full of sales, paperwork, procuring furs to be made into designs, etc. Not only did she have very little free time, but a large portion of the building had been undiscovered. -- Lycan senses followed the dominant smells of sweat, blood, and sand until she reached what appeared to be a training pit. Oh? Someone was hard at work, her analytic eyes surveying the man as neutral vocals hit the air. "Off to an early start, are we? Let me guess, you won." A single brow would arch with amusement as hands rested upon hips, gaze leaving the man as the dimly lit room was taken in.

Varro was mid guzzle as the soft sound of heels, along with the scent of a woman met senses long before her entrance. Jug was cast aside as said woman stepped into the room, his eyes met hers as she spoke earning a smirk and a nod "Been hard at work since dawn." Man stood brushing knees off as he glanced between her and the dummy "Is it still a victory if the target cannot fight back" he'd ask knowing full and well of her sarcasm. Piercing blues rolled over the woman's figure as nostrils flared "Had you arrived earlier I'd still be hacking away - putting on quite the show." He'd waver hand upwards as if to present the downtrodden dummy which wasn't too far from being splintered in half "Would you like to have a go, it can be quite fun." Man flipped sword round extending the hilt toward her "A few good swings can do wonders for the mind and body alike - hell I've never felt so refreshed even with the aches."

Allana had known all along that Marte wasn't the only werewolf on the island, lycan senses burning vividly as both were known but not met. Finally, she seemed to have found the second. Behind her polite and charming aura lay a concealed hatred and caution reserved for someone like him, metaphorical hackles rising beneath cool demeanor at his casual reply. "Oh, I'd love to." Plenty of drama had surfaced the past few days, what with Kraylen's return, the news he brought of vampires... perhaps a good swing of steel wouldn't hurt. Confidence oozed from every pour as heels clicked down the stone steps and into the pit, ringed fingers reaching to grasp the sword as she spoke. "Do you have any tips, sir?" Playing dumb was rather easy, but she wasn't exactly in a position to be her usual cocky self...not with a werewolf in presence. Each and every movement was on edge as reflexes readied themselves in case his intentions were ill mannered. Marte had been respectful despite their difference in hierarchy and that was oh so unusual, skepticism was reserved for the man in front of her.

Varro allowed a smile to brim across features as the woman joined him, he could sense her discomfort and knew full and well why. Even with tension building he remained calm as she took the sword from hand "Tips" he'd remark following behind her "I don't really think you need any." Fingers were placed gently together as he mused beside the girl for a moment "Why hide the obvious" he'd question lightly side stepping toward the second dummy "You could probably break this one in half without the sword just the same way I can." Man found himself glancing toward her analyzing every inch "Honestly I could smell you all the way down the hall, no need to play coy."

Allana: Despite the very known fact that he was above her, sensitive nose could pick out his status as a beta. What a relief. Even if he had no real power over her it was ingrained since birth that respect was still owed, whether this was followed or not...it was known. Like clockwork his response followed her train of thought, ringed fingers gripping the blade skillfully as muscles rippled beneath bronzed skin. A playful smirk decorated her lips for his viewing pleasure before body turned and targeted the frozen opponent. He was right, the sword was just overkill. Two long strides were made in sync with the swinging of both arms, sword whistling through the air at a dangerous angle as it cut into the sack of hay with force. Metal bit into wood and the cracking sound of splintering beams was heard, but hands released their grip and she stood back to view the macabre art piece. "Apologies, sir. Or rather, do you have a name you prefer to be called?" Hands smoothed across the front of her dress as she waited for a reply. In the back of her mind she couldn't help but wonder what Inti would say once she told him that the second had been found.

Varro watched her movements with aired interest knowing full and well she could sense this, and allowed a smirk as crackling wood could he heard "Well done." He'd brush some straw from his shoulder before extending the same hand toward the sword "This is a mere extension of one's self, in my case it is the only way to exercise control." Brow lifted as she patted herself down and then requested his name "Oh how rude of me, I am Varro Bellino but you may call me Varro; and for amusement sake Blondie." He'd clasp his hand gently over hers hoping she'd release his weapon "I suppose it wouldn't be rude of me to request you name in return?"

Allana: Intelligent eyes watched the man remove the sword from the dummy, and she didn't miss the opportunity to greedily take in his physique. Impressive, of course most men who wielded swords usually were. So far they were both getting by on pleasantries, the unspoken tension simmering behind closed doors. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Varro, please call me Allana." Reaching forward she'd offer a hand to shake, grip undoubtedly assertive were he to accept. "I've never much been one for swords though, I much prefer something that is easily concealed." Speaking of the daggers which were stealthily strapped to a leather garter on her upper thigh, they'd come in handy so many times. Questions bred like rabbits in her mind, why was he here, who was he with, where had be come from, what did he know? Choosing to keep it simple, she'd take a few steps towards the dummy and pluck a strand of hay. "So, are you training to compete in the arena, Varro? You certainly look the type."

Varro rolled sword around in a playful manner before sheathing the blade with care his gaze not leaving his weapon as he spoke "Allana" he'd retort "Lovely." Gaze removed itself and was again placed on her noticeably hungered features, his hand meeting hers griping with equal force "To each their own, I am trained to wield various weapons: including ones easily concealed." Words spoken as hand quickly released her's finding smaller hilt against hip, he flung object outwards revealing a blade as it flew into the dummy. His eyes remained transfixed upon the woman's features brows wriggling out of amusement "I'm just dying to know what you've got hiding in your garters."

Allana fingered the piece of hay she'd plucked previously, her face painted beautifully with a sharp expression and just the slightest arch of an amused brow. Even as the blade came flying towards her and into the dummy, body stood relaxed and un-phased in response. "Wouldn't you like to know." Plump lips would part as a devious grin bloomed, a curt nod given at his cocky reply of the arena. Such a charmer, but the confidence was a trait she hadn't seen in a while other than her brother of course. Ringed fingers would reach for the lodged blade which he'd thrown and skillfully ripped it out of the wood, the length of metal turned over in her grasp with a look of approval. "Greatness, you say? I don't doubt. Surely something other than greatness brought you to the infamous isle of sin, wolf."The last word was carefully placed as she'd re approach him to hand over the blade.

Varro granted her a brimmed smile as she stood unwavering much like the great wall "Consider me enthralled." Fingers laced hilt granting her a nod "Ah yes I'm afraid you've got me pegged" he'd sigh moving away replacing the dagger "I seek vengeance for a friend lost." Face would soften as hand fell against it "I do not wish to bore you with such sad tales - instead tell me how is it you ended down here in the pits?"

Allana: Handsome and charming, what a relief. Lately the men in her life had been clingy, needy, and half dead. A little bit of the truth was finally revealed and she allowed an inquisitive look to rise a brow, voice slithering out in a questioning tone. "Would you believe me if I said that the scent of vengeance, fresh on my tongue drew me down here?" Answering his question but also incorporating her interest was easy, a single hand rising to give the dummy a light punch as she'd continue. "Is the one who shall face your wrath on the island as we speak? I never pass up a good hunt..." Drama, violence, oohh yes, count her in.

Varro bobbed cranium slightly as she spoke "Had I been a normal man I'd find your excuse rather odd, which we both know I am not" he'd note now chuckling. Icy blues flit away from her prying gaze as words beat against drums "Aye and upon this hell forsaken island he will die" words spoken touched by a low grumble "I wouldn't have you bloodying your hands for a stranger."

Allana: In subtle tones they expressed that one another were in fact, not human. A well known fact easily detected by both, and somewhere deep inside her own wolf was licking it's chops at the thought of bloodshed. There was always a 50/50 chance that an interaction with a Were could go horribly wrong and she was not ignorant to this, although right off the bat she'd known he was turned and therefore held no mental power over her. Glad, she felt safe proceeding with their conversation as it was, her tone playful and dark in reply. "Oh, it wouldn't be for you my dear." Truth, point blank. When she did anything, it was for herself, her own benefit. Steps were taken towards the stairs she'd originally descended as hands graced the rusting iron banister, pretty face turning back to look over her shoulder at him. "Fancy a drink, Varro? I'd love to hear more about your plans for sweet, sweet revenge." A devilish wink was sent his way, smooth gait ascending the staircase whether he followed or not.

Varro snickered lightly upon hearing her grim reply "For the sake of practicing self control then" he mused rounding as she aimed to climb the stairs. Talk of drink brought a rather childlike shimmer to features "Never thought I'd meet the perfect woman, not only good with a blade but a fan of the drink?" Hand cast itself upwards behind as if to suggest his approval "Ladies first, once we're settled perhaps." Gentle smirk flit across features eyes dazzling as he climbed after her "Perhaps with any luck you'll even be able to help me if you still feeling the need to itch that scratch."

Allana had purposely not mentioned how long she'd been on the island, and although the knowledge of this wouldn't have been a large advantage..she found it made the longer term patrons feel important. Too important. At the direction of his hand she gracefully took a seat at the stool, Evelyn's eyes already upon her and head shaking with disapproval. Sultry vocals purred out a laugh at his remark of being woken with a broom, hawk like eyes not removing themselves from the mouse as she communicated her wishes silently. As he asked his question of whether she enjoyed ale, the server was already reaching under the bar top and pouring a dark amber liquid over ice. Evelyn knew exactly what Allana preferred to drink, and the whiskey was an expensive import sought upon request and payment. A devious grin seperated plump lips as she'd pick up the tumbler and raise it in motion to toast the ale which Evelyn had already set down for Varro. Oh? So he was here just as often it seemed...why hadn't she seen him before? "Ale is alright, but Evelyn knows I like a little bit more bite." A flirtatious but venomous glance was sent to the slave before attention returned to the handsome specimen before her. "I'm not sure my time spent here really matters when it comes to help, what are you thinking?" Turning enough so that her crossed legs pointed in his direction, one elbow rested on the smooth wooden surface while the other hand cradled the glass.

Varro allowed a casted gaze to dance between the women, seemingly both at ends with one another their relationship mirroring his. Allowed silent commands to be recieved taking note of her tastes with aired interest mildly impressed "Something that fights back" he'd add jokingly raising glass to her's. The objects let off a metallic clink, then separated and placed against lips granting thoat relief from borishly dry state. A few good gulps were given as words properly were analyzed mug found itself back against counter "I suppose you can help by lending me your eyes and ears." Palm clasped itself nerviously over mug as he tossed another gaze toward Evelyn "Might as well get me one of those too" he'd note to his companions whiskey.

Allana: The smooth and smokey taste of whiskey was adored and always a default, although it would take plenty of the tumblers to have any effect on her. Surely he was the same, and this made the pace of their casual drinking much quicker than most. After their cheers, polishing off the glass was easy; the amber liquid leaving a moist sheen across her lips. He seemed to enjoy the ale well enough as well, mint hued eyes watching adams apple bob with the gulps. "I'm always watching and listening, although you might need to direct me as to what I'm looking out for." Evelyn returned in time to hear his request and gave Allana a questioning look, the lycan woman nodding in agreement of his glass being filled. "Let me know what you think of the taste..." Sensual tone of voice was natural, temperament neutral as the two predators exchanged conversation quite easily.

Varro felt tension momentarily slip away allowing his arse to ease into stool below "It wasn't my intention to alarm you" hand casted across the table toward her "I'm sure if your brother was the cause this conversation would be entirely different." Brows danced a moment as if hoping words eased companions worried mind "He was dubbed with the name Helsing, just as his father before him: and I am sure his childern after." Saddling backwards footpad found her stool purposely dragging her a bit closer "I never believed supertision or folklore, alas it seem's I've found myself being a myth hunting a legend."

Allana: It was extremely uncommon for Allana's emotions to be so easily read, especially ones which weren't ice cold or exuding confidence. This was the specialty of werewolves, and even if he held no mental power over her it was hard not to feel slightly submissive in his presence. Of course, she'd fight tooth and nail before this was made obvious, face regaining composure quickly while he continued to give out the details. Luscious sun kissed locks were pushed back over bare shoulders as the stool beneath her was dragged closer, chin lowering enough so that her eyes were peering up into his own with a suggestive smirk. "Helsing." Yes, she'd heard whisper of such a name and the stories were never pleasant. The drinks continued to flow and they continued to drink, her tongue sliding out to run across lips before she allowed her curiosity to continue. "A myth hunting a legend, and with a scent like yours I'm oh so curious to know the story of your loss of humanity." Daring words dripped out like sweet nectar, her hand even reaching out to brush against his knee momentarily. "That is, if you've got the time. I wouldn't want to keep you from important duties..." A white lie, she was selfish, always. He'd stay put, she was sure.

Varro granted her a heavy sigh followed by a nod "I fear that the stories are all true" leaving his jug granting a hand to her "What is your greatest fear when it comes to your beloved brother? Varro saddled backward again away from her "I once had love, and it was taken from me: Helsing is the one to blame." Snort flew from nostrils noticably annoyed with the subject "I found myself wounded during our escape and well Luis saved me only to then later lose his life and for what?!" Again glass was taken and quickly gulped before slamming against counter with a heated passion "I do apologize for my callious display - please forgive me."