The Sky Under The Sea (Damian)

She walked the sidewalk listening to human race jibber jabber into their cellphones. Her heels clicked loudly against the pavement, her scent of smell of cherry blossoms lingered around her to give such sweet passion. Her dress touched the sidewalk in the back, she wore a royal blue high low dress. Her dress had sequence on her chest, but that was it. The dress flowed off the pavement behind her. Her brown hair was curled with blonde highlights, since she got highlights yesterday for fun. She thought it was very pretty with her eyes. Blue eyed with hazel specks in the middle gave such beauty at night when they glistened from the moonlight gleam. She had them covered, so she wasn't recognized. Someone the knew her face by heart would only know. Her eyes had eyeliner with black eyeshadow, but only a tint of it. Her lips were light red with a smirk crept across them. She lowered her shades to look at the males glancing at her, she rolled her eyes and walked off. The sound of music played in her ears, it soft and slow. She loved it. Her tan skin glistened in the lightening as she entered the restaurant, Griffin. Pulling her shades back on she walked up to the podium before getting stopped by a hand. Her eyes glanced at it, noticing it was a male's hand. "Ma'am we've been waiting, get to the back of the line" He's probably around thirties year old, she doesn't liked to get manhandled, so she turns around and gripped the males hand squeezing it the twists his arm behind his back. She growled lowly in his ear, whispering her words between her teeth. "Repeat that.." She crushed hard and an inch from breaking his bones. The male saw horror through her shades, which wasn't a good thought to Amora. Her wolf, Chanel, growled lowly but tried to pull Amora's attention away since she was causing a scene. The male used his other hand to gesture her forward. "Please, go ahead madame" He whimpered as Amora left go and headed to the podium, once again. The lady looked at her with such barbarity and disgust. She looked at the male whose face was in pain then looked at the female, she gathered a menu and gave a trembling gesture toward her booth. The female stepped forward and whispered her words in the hostess's ear. "I want to sit at the bar, please." She smiled with her shades covering her eyes. The women nodded and turned her gesture to the left. Amora followed her hand then headed that way, she knew the women was sweating. But Amora walked with great posture and glanced at some mortals giving looks, but not the inviting kind. More like, wow. "Nice job, Show Off." Her wolf growled. Amora mentally shrugged and continued to walk toward her seat.

She sat down onto the cold cushion which give Amora a chill. She shook off her black peat coat, tossing it on the other chairs. She rested her back against the wood with legs crossed. A glass with red wine was set in front of her. She raised her eyebrow and pointed to it then to the waiter. "I didn't ask for this, and I didn't order." Amora said. The waiter shrugged as Amora took off her shades. "The man at the end, requested it to the female at the end in the blue dress, so I'm guessing it was you ma'am. Enjoy." The waiter left to wait on another customer while Amora took it and leaned forward to look for the man. She didn't see him, so she shrugged and took a sip. It was actually really good, so she had some more before setting it down. Her eyes were bothering her, but she eyed the pianist, watching his fingers move to middle then left as he played notes that Amora didn't know anything  about what he is playing. But she liked the sound. She glanced at a few couples dancing to the music, she wished someone would ask her. But she shrugged and pursed her lips as she enjoyed more wine.

Damian had found himself leaving the borders, moving the hustle and bustle of the city folks. The humans knew not what he was or what he was doing. It was silly to think of such things, as if they would know. The Elite smiled as he was pushed and shoved. It almost seemed as if he were not even there. But the city people were extra rude in this sense. They moved about like cattle, moving into one another, bumping and bouncing between shoulders. But they never apologized or uttered a word of remorse. When he walked along the street, he listened to all the sounds, seeing everything as if it were still frames plastered around his face. He was aware of all his surroundings, as he was now in neutral lands. He had not heard anything negative of the other pack, but one could never be one hundred percent sure. He watched the people smoke, listen to music through tiny ear buds, or even walking around like brainless zombies on their mobile devices. Damian snickered as he had no use for such things. Growing tired of the quick moving, he decided to take a seat and relax a while. He had heard many good things about a place called the Griffen. It was said to be a wonderful restaurant with an excellent selection of alcohols and wines. Finding the double doors, he opened one and stepped inside.

A warm smile was the first sight he saw. The hostess was very kind and gentle towards him, offering a place to sit anywhere he liked. How could he turn down something so beautiful? His old tricks turned in his mind, thinking of ploys to get the girl to come home with him, though of course it would be easy with a human. But Damian decided his night would not be filled of such things, instead taking a seat at the bar. As he grabbed the menu, she took it from his hands and opened it to their alcohol selection. "I shall have a glass of Pinot Noir at its latest date possible. Thank you." Damian watched as she walked away. His eyes followed her hips, but quickly returned to the setting around him. He tapped his hands on the bar as he waited, playing a tune he had once heard over the radio. When his glass finally came to him, he smiled to the waiter and handed him a tip. Taking the glass in his hand, he lifted it to his lips and took a sip. He smelled the wine and swirled it around in the glass, to air it out. He drank more from his glass and looked around to the other side of the room. Couples sat together, talking and chatting away, laughing at stupid jokes and what not.

His attention was soon pulled from the restaurant patrons to the front door. A female entered with quite a way which was different than he had seen. But once she was inside the room, her scent filled the place like the aroma of a lit candle.He knew it all too well and could not help but to smile as he turned to look to his glass. He listened to her speaking and hearing her little interaction with the humans, chuckling to himself. Were all were females so brash and aggressive? He did not truly think so, wondering if there were others like her. When she finally sat at the bar, he was rested at the very end. He tried to think of the proper way to get her attention, as she seemed rather mad already. He wondered if she thought their small adventure was only a temporary thing, and for a moment, as did Damian. When the waiter came back to him, he asked for a glass of wine to be delivered to her, as he made his way to the bathroom. Slipping past her as she was given the glass, he made his way to the urinals. As he stood before the porcelain structure, he readied himself for relief. Taking a deep sigh, he started his flow and rolled his head back. "Breaking the seal already? For shame..." It had been a while since the brute had heard his wolf speak. So now he was making an appearance. Damian ignored the chastising and flushed as he zipped up his jeans. When he was done, he took one last look in the mirror and fixed a couple places with his hair, making sure it was perfect. Damian walked from the bathroom and sat back down in his seat. He looked to the side and saw her still sitting them. It was then that he decided he was ready to see her. Grabbing his glass he moved to sit beside her. He did not look at her, but stared at the bottles lining the wall before them. "So, how do you like it?" he asked with a smile.

Amora's neck was aching, since the angle she played basketball in yesterday. Cranking her neck to the left, feeling some cracks, then to the right with gave a big pop with a sting. The neck relaxed as her whole body did as well. Her tan legs were crossed with the material of her dress resting against her upper thigh. The bag of her legs were warm, but the front were cold from the draft of the restaurant doors opening and closing. The winter chill swept through air, breezing through Amora's hair. She lifted the glass back to her lips, tasting the wine run down her throat. Red wine was very good and one of her favorites. Vodka was her main drink and she loved it. With the liquid entering her intestines, she set the glass down softly. The sound of the music and a wine glass that was genially gave too. She smiled to herself as she loved the thought of so many people have been nice to her and she thought it was ridiculous, but she might as well enjoy it while it last.

"Sit up straight" her wolf growled. "You look like you were just stood up or dumped." Chanel, her with wolf didn't seem in such a happy mood this evening. It probably has to do with Amora not snacking on the humans lately. Her stomach growled back up at her as she felt a bit hungry, but she ignored it and continued. "I don't really want to her from you Chae." Amora always told herself that she doesn't care what her wolf thinks, but truly she does. So she follow her wolf's orders and stood up straight. Her chest puffed up a lot more, so they don't look like the are hanging. Amora ignored her wolf as she's  Taping her foot to the slow passionate music as the humans danced on the floor, smoothing out their moves with each other.

As she rested against the bar with her back to the humans. A wereling's scent had a way to caught her attention as if it just passed her. Her fist balled up, ready to fight, so she turned her body around, but no one to be see or assumed as a werewolf.  Amora grabbed her sunglasses and put them back on, so no one could recognize her. Her lipstick stuck to her wine glass as she takes another sip. Gentle running her tongue of her red lips. Amora can taste the cherry lipgloss she applied on it after. Her hair glistened from the yellow lighting the room gave off. Her arms shivered from the draft the restaurant gave as another human entered the room. The scent returned again as if it eere penetrating through her senses. She folded her hair to curl around her ear. Her sense of hearing captured every movement, sound, and noise. Every human was now talking about her incident as the scent came alive closer to her. The scent passed her body as if it knew she wasn't here. Her cheeks flushed as the scent was a familiar one, which was a person from Eternal. Him, definitely him, it was the male who gave a temporary game with her. They got too hot and heavy in his room, but Amora snuck out after he fell asleep. She didn't want to stay in the man's bed, even though how dreamy he is and incredibly attractive. So she just smiled with her eyes, even thought they are covered. But she took them off and fixed her hair. Taking out a mirror and checking her make up before his scent followed his way over to her and sat beside her. So she casually out the mirror away and smirked as she turned to face him. He mentioned something about how she liking it. Of coarse Amora thought he was talking about the night she spent, but he wasn't. He was talking about the wine glass which was totally empty, since she loved the taste and devoured it. Her finger taped against it, raising an eyebrow with suspicion. "It was quite good, actually one of my favorites." She couldn't help but glance at the couples dancing on the floor with such posture, she stared at them for a while then turned back with her smirk still appearing. "So you here alone or is another girl chasing after you?" She grimaced a face around, as the women at the tables eyeing him with same flirty smile. She kept a growl in her throat as she's a bit jealous, but let's it go. Her hands smoothed out her dress before lifting one to motion the waiter over here. "Can I have another please.." She asked as the waiter tilted his head and pours the same wine into her glass then sets it down beside her wine glass and runs away to keep the business going. But Amora just stayed out, turn back to Damian and kept her smirk hidden, but her eyes showed the expression mostly.

Damian could not help but to smile as he looked to Amora. Not for the sake of their initial meeting turning to to a lustful experience he would never forget, but for the fact that she tantalized his mind. It was interesting how this fae could do something to him like this. He took a sip from his glass, ordering another as he thought of ways to make conversation with her. "So, how have you been lately?" he asked with a small chuckle. When the bartender finally came back to him, he ordered another wine for the warrior who had wrapped her tiny hands around his mind, forcing him to only think of her. He gave her a smile, smelling her scent so close to him. "I must say, I have missed seeing you around. Perhaps it is time for me to take you on a proper date? No?" he asked with a smile. His eyes glistened as he looked to her, wondering how she would take his offer. As the drinks came back to them, he lifted his glass and looked into her eyes, "cheers, to us." How he wished he could kiss her, or run his hand over her skin once more. But he was unsure how she would take to such advances, he did not want her to get the wrong impression. Damian and the wolf, liked this girl. She was not like the humans he had once tried to woo or the one wereling he had met and cared for. She was wild and free, a beast he knew all too well. He was sure she could be reserved and delicate, but he enjoyed the fire in her eyes and the rapid beating of her heart. If he could, he would take her here and now. But he knew the humans would not be approving of this, though the two could scare the whole place empty. The Elite knew what he was doing and if he did such a thing, his Alphess would have some negative and very choice words with him. Damian kept his vivid thoughts deep within the depths of his mind, controlling the beast from making an appearance and cooling his steady beating heart with the ideas of increasing his adrenaline.

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She inspected the attractive males posture. It was obvious there was something between them, but all she knew was the sensational experience that Amora would never forget. His smell wrapped her body, luring her in for something more then just a one time thing. But Amora didn't want a one time thing, she wanted it all. With this male, maybe it would be what she wanted.. The lustful affection, with penetrating eyes, and sexy image. Ugh, he made Amora's mind drool. Her eyes rest among his, watching his lips move through the mirror of her vision. His plush lips were, smooth and sweet. She missed the taste of the and touch resting upon hers. He gave a gentleman gesture, asking about how she's been doing. She smiled sweetly and gave a sweet tone. "I'm actually doing very well, I've been lately bored without anyone's company. So I'm grateful that I ran into you, most particular." She admitted to him that actually was hoping to run into him. No, she wasn't stalking him, but she was mentally praying to cross paths. Her hand rest on her knee and her other rested on the glass. A moment went passed until he spoke again. He actually admitted that her missed her. Now ain't that something. She thought to herself. Her offered to take her to a real date. Since they are already here, why don't they call it the first. "Well since we're already here, why not make this our first date. Then if you pass this one, I' ll definitely let you take me on more. Hopefully they're more in the future, because I enjoy your presence." She blushed to his comment on her and her own to him. She tilt her leads toward the floor as her hair brushed into her face. Looking back up, she swiped her fringed back out of the way as she eyes glistened. Blinking a couple times to adjust to the lightening. He rose his glass and said 'Cheers to us.' Which Amora didn't know what he meant or how he was saying it, but she just went along and did what he propose. Raising her glass and taped it onto his as it made a 'Click' noise. "Cheer to us.." She whispered. Taking a sip of her glass, she smiled gently and tasted the wine run down her throat. The breeze gave such a chill to the room, but the scent of his and hers mixing together was unrealistic.

Amora glanced back up at Damian, watching him slowly inspect her. Their eyes met as she watched them closely. Damn he made her legs weak. Rubbing her legs, smoothing them. She bite her lips as the lure to rub their bodies together.  Her crept her hands to rest on his thigh, smiling gently. "Do you want to dance?" She asked, hopefully he would say yes.

Damian smiled to her, the Elite was taking a rather deep interest in the female, knowing full well this Warrior had potential to make this night very eventful. "I have been doing well, also. I've found myself very busy meeting new members, initiating training scenarios and anything else the Alphess requires of me. I can't really tell the boss 'no', ya know?" he joked with a soft chuckle. "I will say I am very glad to hear you are doing well. I was hoping you did not get lost in the crowd of new wolves to our lands, or anything of that nature." Damian knew the words which came from his mouth were only a slight cover up of the words he was thinking. There were quite a few males that had entered their lands lately, and he was curious if she had interacted with any, caught the attention of one, or perhaps he caught hers in return. It was a subject the boy and the wolf knew not to discuss. He didn't want to get too serious, but he did enjoy his time with her. "Good on you boy..." the wolf snarled. It had been a long time since Damian had even heard from the beast, curious as to what he thought of the female beside him. "Don't wish to come off as a stage five clinger... show her little interest.." Even if the wolf was right, Damian would give his full attention to Amora. After all, she was here, he liked her, and honestly, she earned it. No other fae had caught his attention like he had. She had him wrapped around a wheel like a line of string attached to a spindle. In his mortal years, he knew love was a war. It could be peaceful, it could be dangerous, or even worse, deadly. He would take his time to discover how essential Amora could become to him, to know exactly what he and the wolf wisher for.

"I think that is a splendid idea, Amora. I figure we are both here, perhaps we can move to a suitable table and enjoy a decent dinner over candle-light and speak of casual conversation, perhaps getting to know one another better." He smiled to her as he grabbed for his glass, "I mean, I would like to know more of you, your past and all." As the glass touched his lips, he took another sip. The waiter came to them once more. Damian was quick to call him over and asked they be placed at a real table, no longer to stare upon the endless bottles the bar showcased. When her question touched his ears like a gentle kiss, he smiled and looked to her adoringly. "Is it not customary for a man to ask his lady in waiting to dance?" he asked with a smirk. His eyes stared into hers. As his smile widened, he watched the waiter move their things to a table close to the fire. He stood up from his seat and held out his hand to her, "shall we?"

She rather glowed at the male, since she couldn't help it. She was nodding in appealing manner. As his eyes gave the swooning touch to her body. He spoke in a spontaneous voice with a sweet sense of sound. She snorted as he chuckled, since he commented on the Alphess's commands. Nodding in interest her cheeks flushed from his comment on her presence, then she grins. "Actually I got around pretty quickly. I met some other warriors and the Delta. One's name was Elay, which the Delta and the warrior.. Faolan? I think that's his name. I haven't interacted with any actual females. But I love the land here.. It's very gorgeous with Christmas coming up, which is my birthday." Shrugs as she's never actually have celebrated her birthday except go out and get drunk. But she did that once or twice and blacked out. Her eyes were glancing to the ground then to Damian. She was afraid that he was might think her as a stalker or had this disorder. So she just kept her eyes on the ground then on the dancers. Her eyes played over the women moving their hips swing and the males move along with them, fitting perfectly. Muscular hands over the smooth skin of the women's bodies. Their fabric stretching to posture, so they are perfectly formed. The one couple were clung together then the one next to it were a foot apart. The woman has a expression like she's dancing with a rat. She snorted mentally as Damian spoke again. Turning back to earth and listened. She smiled as he spoke about moving to a table then tensed as she's not comfortable  about talking about her past. She gave a nervous cough then just shrugs. At least she should give him some details on her past, but only some. She promised to never tell another soul about her past life. "Okay, that's fine.." She went to grab her drink, but the waiter took it then headed to a corner near a warm, cozy fireplace. She smiles gently as the waiter disappeared and Damian let his hand hung in the air. She gently laid her hand in his and nods. "I love to.." Rearing them both on to the wooden dance floor. Her hand stayed connect his his, while she laid her other hand on his shoulder. Her eyes looked into his, giving such passion.

Placing her hand in his, he moved them to the dance floor. The music was fast and upbeat, playing a tune to a song of old. The instruments made the room feel like it was transported to another realm, a time of older days. Though Damian did not listen to this style of music on a regular occurrence, he enjoyed it now. Pulling her with his hand, he held her other tight in his free hand. As they danced, he spun her around in a small circle, it was quick and beautiful. He watched as she moved gracefully over the floor. The sound of her shoes tapped against the wooden base, echoing with the noises of the other dancers around them. He could keep up with the rapid tune, but soon it shifted in atmosphere. Just as he finished his last spin with her, they were separated. The distance between there was only the length of their arms together. The beat was slow and peaceful, forcing a smile to spread upon his lips. His eyes looked to her as a hand pulled her in close. One hand moved to the middle of her back, pressing her close and staring into her eyes. His other hand, held hers close, intertwining their fingers with one another. "I appreciate you dancing with me, it is rather wonderful, is it not?" without allowing her to reply to his words, he pressed her chest close to his body. His smile widened and shifted to puckered lips. Closing his eyes, he slowly pressed his lips to hers, keeping them dancing with the rhythm around them. As he broke the kiss, he opened his eyes and smiled to her once more. He was truly happy in this moment, wishing it could continue this way for a long while.

Their hands connected with a warmth between them. She felt his touch against his long, rough, muscular hands. She breathed in the scent between them, enjoying it as the heat of the room become heavier. Her body relaxed keeping up with the bear, she spun with her dress flowing out. The material gave such beauty to her tone, while Damian's body stood beside her. Her muscles caressed her hand and back. A shiver tingled his touch, her lips curved into a smile. Her eyes connected with his. He watched her like she was a portrait. Her moves must of impressed her. Closing her eyes she listened closely to noise around them. Then tap beneath them, the wind around them, and clinks near them. The music shifted as they spun one last time. He pulled her quick as she took a step forward. Their bodies meet perfectly just like the other dancers. Amora's lips spread wider as their eyes connected. Printing his eyes like the night they met, but this was more lustful. He spoke to her as she leaned forward to kiss him, but pulled back so he could talk. She was so eager to kiss him, but she knew she could wait. Her cheeks flushed with spontaneous passion. "It is.. Especially with you. Your moves are very smooth and I hope this couldn't end." She blushed deeper. He took her close as their lips connected together, she kissed him back. His lips touched over hers and for that moment no one else exist. He pulled away and Amora smiled back. "That was amazing.. I wish it never ended." She admitted as she leaned forward and kissed him again as she caressed his jawline. She didn't pull away, nor hesitated to pull away. Kissing him repeated was what she wanted the most. Both arm wrapped around his neck, continuing to sway their bodies together in a slow term. She dropped the world for this special kiss that can mean many things, hopefully nothing. Closed eyes and passion between them. It was truly special.

She loved the fact that he could dance. This was a plus for the male, making a mental note of this for a later date. Damian looked over her as she danced, seeing as much as he could. The heat of their bodies blended as one, making the perfect mix to the room. They were daring and beautiful as one. They danced like water on the beach, swaying and moving to the rhythm of the beat. For this moment, Damian was not an Elite, he was not in Eternal Darkness, he was not a wolf even. He was just a boy, spinning in a room filled with people. He was drinking in their enjoyment with one another, preserving this memory in his mind. "Sadly, some things do come to an end, but as I have seen, not everything does." He gave her a smile, but soon her lips were meshed to his. He melted into her kiss. He kissed her passionately, not caring what the rest of the room felt of their display. The male moved his hands over her back, feeling the material cling to her form, and the fluid motions the dress moved around her waist. Gentle and tender hands explored her body, as if it were the first time. Damian knew if he kept this up, the reason for asking her to dance would be long lost. Breaking the kiss, he stared into her eyes, giving her a sexual smile. "I am very hungry and would like more than anything, to treat you to a dinner. On me of course," the gentleman stated. Taking her hand in his he led her to the table beside the fire. The glow stretched over the room, echoing along the walls. The smell was beautiful and intimate. He loved the smell of fire, of things burning to only remnants. Helping her in her chair, he tucked it in and moved to sit in his own. He grabbed his glass and drank from it. He sat across from her, smiling as bright as ever. "Please, get anything you like." Within moments the waiter was at their table. While he viewed over the menu, he asked for a refresher on their drinks, and then ordered his meal. He allowed her to order first of course, but once orders were taken, they were alone once more. "So Amora, I would love to know everything about you... I would be lying if I said I was not interested in knowing everything about you. There's something special to you, something I adore and cannot place my finger on it."

Amora pouted a bit as he pulled away from the passionate kiss.her hair flowed down her chest, reach his material as they swayed on the dance floor. He wanted to offer dinner to the female, which Amora wanted to get to know him just as much he wanted to get to know her. He didn't seem like the male who would base the relationship around sex, which gave Amora the excitement to his presence. She wants the spark between them to to last forever. Which will have to go through some stuff. Like starting to get to know each other. So Amora smiled as she was led to a table. She sat in her seat across from him. Her body scooted forward as her chest was even with the table. Amora was only 5'7, which isn't very tall for a women. Possibly average, but not very tall. Her body shrugged off her hair. The strands cover her blushing cheeks from the lustful experience between them.  Her blue eyes were covered from her long bangs. She needs them cut, badly. But she doesn't really care, so she pulled her back in a high ponytail. Now her feature weren't cover, nor visible. He smiled so incredibly adorable. Her cheeks flushed from the performance they put on. She wasn't very hungry, but the waiter came to give their orders. She gently spoke, ordering a salad. She didn't want to look like a pig in front of the male and she wasn't even really hungry, so she orders something small then waited for him to order. Taking a sip from her drink, waiting. He requested to know about her past. He made her muscle tense up, but she relaxed since she thinks she can trust the Elite of the pack she's in. She technically didn't know where to start, so she started with her childhood. "Well I was born in Nice, France. My birthday is the 25th of December. Had three brother, all older then me. I wasn't the richest person in the fairy tail. Live in an old tenement. Never really had any friends, but I had my mom in my heart.." Her voice drifted off as she doesn't want to talk about this, but continued. "My mom.. She died while I was baby. She gave birth to, but after she lost too much blood and her heart failed. So I was left with my three brother and my horrible father." Her voice was steel as she mentioned her father. The memories of her childhood was burned in her mind, but got brought up from the male who wished to know about herself. "I grew all by myself with just my second oldest brother, Ian, taking care of me. My other brothers were out doing horrible things, getting women pregnant. The usual teenage boys do." Which made Amora shrug in response. "I never paid attention to anyone, unless I was forced to... I didn't have a wonderful father either, he wasn't a happy person when ever he though about my mother when he was drunk. He used to take his anger out on me, but I'm very proud of myself. I got through all the mess and moved to Chicago." She didn't know how long she had to get into her life, since their is 134 years of it. Which the 25th of December will be her birthday. She thought he should try to confess his story. "So tell me about your past. I thought I should tell you about my past, since it's quite important."

When she finished her tale, the food came to them. His steak was warm and juicy, while her salad was cold and plain. He found it odd that after he offered to pay for her meal, she still got a very cheap item. He chuckled as he took another sip of his wine and started cutting his food up into bite-sized pieces. Damian placed a portion in his mouth, chewing as the juices flushed over his tongue. It was delicious, but the point of this meal was not to only eat. Taking his napkin from the table, he cleaned around his mouth and laid it out over his lap. "I am sorry for your loss Amora. I do not know what it is like to have lost my mother, per say, but I can only begin to imagine the effects it had on you. It is rather unfortunate." Damian looked to her, taking in the rest of her story. "Sometimes we are given hard trials to learn and overcome. It is still shame that you went through so much. But I must ask, were you born a werewolf, or are you bitten?" He hoped his question would not fluster her, and instead of waiting, he started speaking to clarify why he had asked. "I am a half breed as some have called me. My mother and father met at a young age and she became pregnant shortly after. As it turned out, my father was a werewolf. He hid from my mother for a long time after they had sex. He was trying to control himself, unaware of what his new status would permit. But when she discovered him, she watched the Alpha bite him, for what reason she was unsure. It was then she realized what I had potential to be, but it did not stop there.. The Alpha discovered her and claimed that on my sixteenth birthday, I would be given to the pack. My father tried his hardest to change the Alpha's mind, not wanting me to be in such a hostile pack, but it was useless. As I grew older, my parents hid the truth from me, never talking of my 'condition', as it was later called. When I changed my first time, that was a scary thing. The pack seemed to know and they came for me. With little interaction, I fled from them and hid myself, moving all over the land. I'm a young werewolf, but every day feels like I am growing stronger and my training it truly helping me." He stopped for a moment and took a sip of his wine. "Is there anything else you would like to know? Perhaps my favorite color, song, band, or scent?" The last word had been tossed in there at the last second. He knew not what she would think or say to his past, to his questions now. He half expected her to get up and leave the table right now, but another part of him told Damian she would be staying.

Nodding in response, listening to his story. Her salad was placed in front of, taking some ranch drizzling it on. Mixing it together, she took her fork, and stabs it on the vegetable then places it in her mouth. Pulling out the fork, chewing on the lettuce as he finishes his story. Amora nods and swallows the food before speaking. "Well your muscles definitely define your strength." She smiles flirty. "Well first I'd like to know your favorite food, drink, color, how tall are you, and.. One important question. How do you surprise a women?" Her curiosity built through her body as she wants to know the "deep" stuff. Her leg shook a bit, but she relaxed as she spoke. "But also after I grew up to about 18 and moved to Chicago and met this man..  His name Garrett. He bit me and I didn't know what to do, so I went on a rampage. But this women cared for me and her name is Tatum. She took me in and taught me this skills to being a bitten werewolf, trained me to control my thirst and weaknesses. She definitely fought for me to grow me stronger. Then I left her one time, because I though I was old enough to go on my own as a wereling. So I came here and met Alphess Noctavia, so now I'm here." She shrugged with her lips curved in a smile. "Also if you want to know the basics about me, it's that my favoritep color is green or red, height 5'7, favorite food is steak, my favorite band is I can't really decide since I like mostly everything and drink is Vodka for alcohol, and Dr. Pepper for non-alcohol drink." Naming of the things no one has ever ask accept the two werelings that were in her life. But other then that, no one. She actually thought this male would walk away, since she might becoming on to strong or she's not answering the questions he's requesting. Her body rest against the cushion of the chair and watches the male with spark of interest. Her lips curved through a smile to a smirk. He was one interesting male and Amora like how he was very straight forward. Maybe not as straight forward as she was, but still able to answer a request. It's what she admired by the male, but she definitely thinks she can tell him anything. Maybe he will actually let her.

"Well it does help to work out," he joked as he flexed his bicep, showing her his muscles. "My favorite color, well it would have to be blue. I love steak, probably more than anything in the world. I love root beer for non alcoholic, and whiskey for my alcoholic one. I'm roughly five feet ten inches to eleven inches. I have not measured myself in a while." Those questions were pretty standard, normal to ask anyone when looking to start more than a fling with someone, or even just a fling. But the last was pretty crazy, setting the male off guard. Damian looked to her and thought for a moment. "Well if I told you how I surprise a woman, then it would not surprise you if I ever chose to do so.." The male was rather smooth in his speaking to Amora. It was not that he wished to withhold information, but he liked surprising girls now and then. Garrett. That name was oddly familiar. He had never met the guy before, but he had heard rumors of a Garrett in the pack. He was curious if it were the same one, but would not pry, in case it brought bad memories to her mind. He had heard rumors of the male being murdered by the Alpha male of Venantium, but how could that be true? They were only rumors after all, mindless stories created to cause a disturbance in peace. "I was one of the first wolves to be accepted by the Alphess, I actually came to meet her in the Rapture. She seemed rather pleasant and offered me a position in her pack. I could not refuse. And I must say, I am very pleased to be here now. I have learned much in my time here and wouldn't give up any of it for the world." He ate more of his food, drank some wine and thought of what he was going to say next. "So how do you feel about Eternal Darkness?"

"I really like Eternal. The Alphess isn't the warmest person I've met, but I think she's pretty dominant in the pack beside her rank. I think it's very cozy, a lot of cute males." She winked at him.. "But their is one male that definitely keep me an interest. He's very funny, intriguing, well at sex, and has a lure of lustful affection. He knows how to make a female feel good about herself, well cleaned, and can keep a conversation going. That's the highlight of a man." She gave him a hint of her thought of him, smiling warmly as the night was turning out to be very.. Interesting. She really liked this male. So probably at the end of the night, she could get his number and hang out some more. The history build between both werelings. She ate her salad and chugged her water empty, not requesting more. Her coat was all the way over next to bar, but she just shrugged and smiled at the male across her. She spoke up, laughing a bit. "I really like you Damian, the description of the male I said describe you and your perks is what every girls wants. You seem very interesting and I really hope we can hang out more in the future." She flushed through the whole time she was talking, not missing a beat. Her hesitation didn't even come at all in the night, she took risks and Damian hasn't ran off to find someone more interesting. Amora was really relieved and happy. This man was exhilarating and everything she wants. Maybe she should ask him out to hang again, after their dinner. Her stomach was full and her night was made by his presence, could it get any better?

"You seem to be rather at ease with me. I will have to admit it is not normal for me at all. Normally the wolves are concerned for my rank, not wishing to disrespect me in any way, or even act like normal beings. It definitely is a refreshing feeling. But what I find to be most interesting, is that way I feel around you. I feel very calm, like I could tell you anything. And the best part of that is, I trust you." Giving her a bright smile he looked to his food once more. The wolf looked across the tiny table, peering over the girl and her companion as well. "Is that all you wish to tell her Damian?" The male snarled to his wolf mentally, keeping the fixed smile to his face. His eyes were on Amora, watching the room around them carefully. How was he going to ask her what he truly wished with all the humans around them? Thinking back to human customs, he got a wonderful idea. "What would you say if I gave you my number, that way we can hook up again and possibly go on another date? But only on one condition.. you have to agree to by my girlfriend.." He paused for a moment, leaning back in his chair. "Smooth move Casanova.." but Damian did not listen to the mongrel. He was curious what the warrior would reply to. Would she truly be willing to date him after their few interactions? One could only hope.

Amora smiled, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Of coarse she trusts him, their was no doubt. Now that she knows he trusts her too, she felt weightless. Her knee was shaking from excitement, but she settles herself down as she talked. "I trust you as well. But I don't feel calm around you, because I always feel like I'm gonna say something that will make you say that I'm a weirdo. But it's a good feeling, because I really like you." She just didn't tell him the deep stuff, like her knee shaking from excitement as he shifts or how is voice makes her heart skip a beat. She just thought he was something special. Her wolf wasn't saying anything, but that means in her terms that she likes the male. Chanel nodded in approval. Amora's smile was quite gentle and genuine. Her eyes bulged as he asked her for her number and what gave Amora's face to go overdrive of heat, was that he asked her to be his girlfriend. What a moment was what Amora thought. Her muscles were completing relaxing and her wolf was gaping in shock. Her wolf nudged her mentally. "You going to answer?" Amora nodded to Damian. "I think that can be arranged. But I request you'll be my boyfriend." She grinned. Of coarse the weirdness was fading by the moment, since the mingling sensation between them was luxurious. She motioned the waiter over here, asking for a pen. He gave it over and walked off. She wrote down her digits, slipping it over to Damian. Her eyes shifted to her hand with the napkin then his eyes. He was so gorgeous it made her grin wider. Thinking of the unforgettable experience was once history, now it's a chapter of the beginning and this part is Chapter 2.

His smile appeared once more as the Warrior accepted his offer. He had every thought that she would accept it, but one could never be one hundred percent sure of anything. As it were, Damian rather liked her and even thought of ways he could impress or surprise her. For the first real date, it turned out very well. The best way to know if one person was best for you, would be to date them. Amora could very well be the best girl out there for the Warrior, but she could also be the worst. Thus far, he really liked her, perhaps more than he initially thought he had. But he would wait until more time had conspired between the two to see if she was what he truly wanted. Their next date would surely be the better of the two, now he only had to find the perfect place. As they finished their food, casual conversation was traded between the two, and soon the waiter came with the check. Like he had promised, Damian pulled his wallet out, laying cash on the tab and closing it shut. He looked to Amora, taking the slip of paper. His smile lightened as he looked to her, it was wide and brighter than ever. "I shall be sure to save this number in my phone and text you some time. I don't know what you all have planned for the holidays, but Christmas and your birthday, are coming around soon. I would very much like to take you out on either day." The waiter returned to take the check, Damian looked up to him. "Lovely meal, go ahead and keep the change." Once the waiter had left, Damian stood from the table, he moved to Amora, grabbing her hand and placing one single kiss upon the backside of her delicate hand. "Until we meet again, Amora.." he said softly before turning from her and heading out the doors to the city streets once more.