The fork in the road *Marcos/open*

[delsenoraamberly]

Life in the lair had become more and more comfortable as she spent her days getting to know everyone. Delsenora enjoyed spending time with the young ones and playing simple games and singing to them. She taught them the songs she'd learned from her foster mother and from the sisters. It filled the long days here in the underworld of New Vegas.

Waking that morning, she stretched with a yawn. It had been a few days since she'd taken to the tunnels and went exploring or at least what she thought of as exploring. It was more just learning the routes most taken and her becoming used to moving more freely. Without having anyone keep tabs on her she was enjoying the freedom she found here. She decided then and there to go a little further today then she'd been before.

Slipping from under the warm blanket that had covered her during the night she padded over to her makeshift dresser. It was only four open boxes stacked in such a way that she could store some spare clothing. She'd collected a few articles that were her size and she liked . Grabbing her favorite hoodie, she pulled it over her head and found a pair of shorts to wear as well.

Leaning in to see her reflection in a bit of salvaged mirror she made a face at seeing her unruly tresses. Her hair was kinked every which way from sleeping on it while it was still damp from a washing. Grabbing up her brush she attempted to tame the wild riot of dark golden curls that spilled half way down her back. Her hair crackled and snapped with each stroke of the brush till it fell in a soft cascade and she could twist it up into knot. As she did so, she felt the all to familiar ache of her left arm. It seemed that every so often it became tight.

Delsenora did some stretches and flexed a few different ways to work out the kinks and limber up before deciding to leaver her room for the morning. Brushing aside the sheet that acted as her door she slipped out into the main area of the lair. Few were stirring already and a pair of young-lings tumbled by mock fighting. She ruffled the hair of the youngest and earned herself a beaming grin. With a chuckle over their antic's she waved at the mothers whom were watching over them and turned to the right and headed down toward the outer tunnels.

The tunnels narrowed and expanded with no sense of regularity, pockets of larger spaces and some dead ends were every where. She wondered, not for the first time since she'd fallen into them. How had they formed or who had carved them out of the stone. Her fingers skimmed along one section that was worn so smooth it was like cold silk under her finger tips.

After a few hours or so of meandering from one path to another, Dels came to a fork in the road and stopped unsure if she should really go so far from what was familiar or if she should turn back. A flicker of doubt crossed her mind as she stood in the fork undecided as to which direction she should go.

[marcoscorleone]

Marcos has been in Lukias' pack for nearly 10 years. Time sure did fly by when you're having fun. He couldn't believe he was in a new pack, it was new to him anymore, but it wasn't his original pack. But now he was a member, and felt at home.

A groan could be heard from under the blankets, and head of wild dark hair popped out. He hated when he woke up, it was never late enough, he kept waking up early. He groaned and stretched out. He sat up and ran his hand through his dark locks. His fingers almost getting stuck. "Fuck" He muttered as he untangled his fingers from his dangerous hair. He got out of his bed, and quickly brushed out his hair, after about 10 minutes, it fell down to his shoulders in soft locks.

He did his morning exercises, which consisted of push ups, curls, tai chi. He learned tai chi when Korea during the war. His morning routine usually took him an hour. It was sad that he took longer than females, but he didn't care he was different than the others in the pack. When he finished, he walked out of his room and strode down the halls. He nodded to the few that were awake. He then turned his attention to a slender male, and grinned.

He cornered the young male, and placed his hands at either side of his head. Marcos' large form, shielded the other males. Marcos grinned as he received a blush and leaned down close, brushing his lips against the slender males, and groaned. He flirted for a bit, before finally leaving the male alone. As he walked away, he came across the new female's scent and smirked. "New meat" He muttered to himself. He followed her scent, and then appeared behind her.

He wrapped his arm around her, from behind her and tugged her close to his broad chest. "Mmm, a fork in the road. Such a challenging thing. Do you take the right?" He whispered in her right ear, before brushing his lips against the left. "Or the left?" He asked as he held her hips and smirked. "How about we take the right? I believe it takes us to an very old subway, lots of fun there" He murmured as he brushed his fingers against her flat stomach. "What do you say?"

[delsenoraamberly]

Standing around in the middle of the path wasn't going to get her any where fast, she realized. Though before she could take a step in either direction arms encircled her from behind and she let out a startled yelp.

His breath tickled her ear and she shivered slightly under his touch. It was none other then Marcos. The most notorious flirt the pack had to offer. Dels had seen him a time or two around the common area's and watched as he pursued anything on two legs walking up right. She chuckled at his words and wriggled out from his arms as his fingers brushed over her belly and before they could roam any further parts of her body. While she wasn't unresponsive to his attentions, she caught the scent of another on him already.

She knew she'd be nothing more then a notch if she let him get any where but it was nice to have someone pay a little attention to her at least.

Her eyes rolled at his words and she gave him a half smile. "I'm sure there are plenty to do.. it's a matter of wanting to be done." She added. Her right hand rested on her hip as she looked him over. He was handsome, all that dark hair and his lips looked as if he'd just been kissing someone as well.

"Don't you ever tire of all the bed hopping you do?" She asked him rather bluntly. She really didn't understand how some could just be like bees flitting from one flower to the next. She was confident enough that he wouldn't tear her head off for asking such a thing, he didn't seem the type to get mad at others.. The whole more a lover then a fighter seemed to suit him well from what she'd seen so far.

[marcoscorleone]

"I do not 'bed hop' as you young ones say." He said with a wave of his hand. "I seduce, my dear. Its in my blood." He said with a tilt of his head. "The french have nothing on us Italian men." He made a face as he mentioned the french. "They have good culture and food, but that's it." He shook his head as tilted his head to the female. He leaned against the wall, his dark eyes watching her.

"I like getting things.....done." He purred as he pushed himself off the wall, and walked up to her, stroking her cheek. He kissed her cheek and leaned into her ear. "Such a beautiful woman, to be wandering around alone. Never know when a big bad wolf, might eat her up." He joked. The male moved away from her and crossed his arms over his chest. "Come" He said as he grabbed her hand, leading her down the path, that lead down to the old subway.

He grinned as he released her hand, as they reached the old subway. He froze as he saw a small bonfire, his heart thundered against his chest, in fear. He licked his lips and quickly looked away. It was a small fire, it wouldn't hurt him as as he stayed away. He turned to Dels and smiled. "I come here a lot, to think and reminisce." He said as he sat down on an old rocking chair. "When your over 300 years old, you have a lot to think about." He said with a soft sigh.

[delsenoraamberly]

She gave him a disbelieving look when he protested to bed hopping. When he claimed to seduce she snickered softly. He seduced alright, half the women and most of the men in the pack. She didn't know what he was talking about when he mentioned French and Italian and just shrugged as his head tilted and he regarded her.

He drew near again and she held still as he stroked her cheek and then kissed her near her ear. His words brought a bark of laughter from her lips. "Big bad wolf really... and what am I chopped liver." She retorted with a snort of laughter. "Marcos." She protested mildly when he pulled her by her hand down into the subway.

He let go just as they reached an arched entry way and the sharp arid smell of a fire reached her nose. Her whole body trembled with terror as he paused and then moved into the area where a fire burned brightly. The flickering orange and red flames held her immobile with abject terror. Her fear of fire over rode all thoughts, and she almost stopped breathing entirely. Nothing he said after stepping into that area was heard, she forgot him entirely.

Only the sharp pain in her chest from not breathing brought Dels out of her stupor and she stumbled backwards. Her eyes huge and dilated never once left the sight of those innocently dancing flames. She couldn't seem to stop the tremors that racked her body and made her movements jerky and unsteady as she scrambled further back. Her left arm burned, as her body recalled the feeling of heat from flames that once touched her open wound so very long ago. Her memory's once forgotten came back alive in a rush.

Delsenora scrambled far enough back where the flames were out of sight and she turned and fled, in a stumbling head long rush to get away from the dangers that the fire represented to her. She had no destination other then to get as far away from the flames as possible and crashed recklessly though out the tunnels in her headless flight.

[marcoscorleone]

Marcos watched her, with a surprised looked. She had a fear of fire as well. He wasn't allow in his irrational fear. When Dels took off, he chased after her. If he knew this, he'd never bring her over here. He let his strong powerful lycan legs lead him after her retreating form. When he could no longer see her form, he followed her scent. He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent, and locked it, in his memory.

He cursed as he saw where she was heading. Why was she heading toward the war zone of Hall, Axelle, and Dimitrus. He shook his head and ran faster, than before. He called to her and shook his head. "Dels! Come back here!" He screamed and he ran his fingers through his hair.

[ladyevelette]

Evelette dropped down into what the pathetic human had called the Under City, she felt the bottom of her boot crunch into what she imagined was a rat skeleton and her lips curled back in a sneer of disgust. She remained still allowing her eyes to adjust to the bleakness, and as her eyes settled over the grime covered walls she bit back a snarl.

The walls were coated in what appeared to be a mixture of blood, mold, and a sickening looking slime. She stepped cautiously making little to no noise. The human she had eaten only a few minutes prior had sworn that this place was infested with her kind, at first the thought of others like her living in such foul conditions brought an immeasurable amount of rage bubbling within her but then her mind trailed back to France.

The faces of her family, of her pack flew through her head. and she remembered running through the Landes forest. Her pack had not been large, but they had been extremely close, and the rage quickly dissolved to sadness. The forest had been all but annihilated and her pack had been ripped to pieces. At least here there were werewolves still breathing. She glanced up at the hole she had dropped down from and at the various tunnels in front of her. She took a deep breath and walked forward shaking France from her mind.