Back to the Basics {Fenrisulfr Clan and Ladies}

[Brom Fenrisulfr]

Don't cross that line
If you don't want to find what it feels like
Cause I know you'll be running
With your tail between your legs like a dog
You better bring all your guns,
Get 'em loaded cause it's almost game time
It's gonna be old time shoot 'em up,
Knock down, drag 'em out
We've got our pride
So choose your side
This is our house, this is our house
Tell 'em what they get when they come inside
Say it loud...
This is our house


Crash.... Kaboom... Bang.

Such innocent words for the racket that rang out from the back of the huge mansion surrounded by miles of woods and space. The sound of steal on steal and metal on metal scrapped through the air along with gleeful shouts of men. It was enough to make a mortal wonder if a full out war was being held but the inhabitants of the manor simply went about their business as if nothing unusual were happening.

Which, in their minds, this was normal behavior. After all, how else were ancient warriors suppose to act if not like a bunch of heathens with swords? They were MEN after all. Their blades were just a but more ...lethal.. than those of boys.

Anyone interested in finding out what all the racket was had only to look through the glass windows to see several sparring groups on the makeshift battlements below. They would have been instantly transported back through time to a place were men were judged by their ability to protect and defend.

Dressed in athletic shorts, protective leathers and sporting huge swords and shields, the men were the picture of everything their age stood for.


THEY WERE FIERCE, STRONG, AND DEADLY EVEN IN PLAY.

"COME ON YOU PANSY ASS!" called the huge, white blond haired man as he flipped his sword from hand to hand and smirked at the younger, darker haired warrior. "What tis the matter, brother? Have you lost your skill with all the soft living?"[

Growling his retort, Brom darted forward with a speed that made a mockery of his size and steal rang with the impact of the blow. Using his leg, he tried to kick Wulf's feet out from under him but ended up on his own back instead. It didn't keep him down long though because he rolled out of the way of the booted kick and leapt to safty mere moments before his brother would have gutted him with the downward motion of his sword.

"Seems to me, brother, that your the one growing slow in your old age!" he taunted to his older siblings. "Whats a matter? Your new female get a lease on you?? No longer the big dog on campus?"

Arching a brow at the insult, Wulf simply shook his head and then proceeded to show Brom just how soft he was. In less than a minute, he had him to the ground with his blade resting against his throat. Sure, he hadn't exactly fought fair when he'd brought up the "NAME" and Brom had been taken off guard but... All was fair in love and war, right? Right!

"Who wants their ass kicked next?" he called out as Erik and Banning both fell back and sprawled in the grass.

Casting a glance towards the patio, the oldest of the Fenrisulfr clan gave his little sister a smile. She was sprawled in one of the comfortable outdoor chairs and her eyes dances with a happiness he hadn't seen since Bannings death a thousand years ago.

Yes, it was good to have the family together once more. Even if war threatened.

[Dilana Polyak]

A night out at the Fenrisulfr house! Wonderful!! A chance to catch up with the cousins, have a girly chat with Kaera, GREAT! Having her mother tag along... not so great. Dilana could just imagine how lovely this evening would be for her, should her mother decide to lecture her, having Wulf and Brom all there, ready to back her up. It made her groan inwardly.

The evening was actually quite pleasant, as far as the weather was concerned. Dilana had decided that she wanted to run instead of going in the car with her mother. There was something about nights like this, when the air was warm and the skies were clear, where Dilana just wanted to feel the breeze in her hair, brushing against her skin. After handing over a pair of ripped jeans, a black tank top, underwear and boots to her mother, Dilana moved to her room so she could strip and shift into her wolf form.

The run was everything Dil loved about being a shifter, the freedom it gave her that she just didn't feel in human form. Being a wolf had a grace and elegance that humans just didn't have, even their own kind in human form. She could feel all of her muscles working as she ran, she could feel the ground beneath her paws, she could duck and jump by things that got in her way. By the time she reached the Wolf's Den, Dilana felt like light and bubbly, the endorphines racing through her body as she waited for her mother's car to pull in. Pacing around, Dilana knew it was more than her life's worth to shift back. Sure, she could have headed in and begged her cousin for some clothes, but Dilana could hear the amount of males out the back of the building. Her mother would have her pelt if she was ever naked in there without her mother playing bodyguard.

It wasn't long before Julia arrived, pulling her 4x4 into the drive and turning the engine off. She was dressed immaculately, as usual, with a fitted black trouser suit accentuated with a blood red satin shirt. Julia Polyak looked intimidating and smart all in one. Damn her. Handing her daughter the bag she'd placed the clothes in, Julia smirked as she noted the wolf's sniffing and snarl.

Oh she had to be fucking kidding! Seriously!? Where was the god damned clothes she'd given her!? Where were the ripped jeans and the boots!? More to the point, what was the shit that had replaced it!? Talk about demure! Black, long sleeved top, normal jeans, slate blue material blazer... COURT SHOES!! She had to be kidding!! Snatching up the bag in her teeth, Dilana skulked after her mother as they entered the house.

Quick change, Dilana had spent about ten minutes just staring at her reflection. Bye bye rock chick who worked in a bar, hello daughter of a preacher! What she wouldn't give to have just shifted back there and then in the driveway, told her mother to drive her right back to the bar so she could get her proper clothes. But no, that wasn't worth Dilana's life!

Wandering towards the back of the house, Dilana kept tugging at the blazer, pulling face after face to show just how uncomfortable she felt. She would have preferred a little summer dress, she liked summer dresses!! This... this was... amish! The sounds grew louder and Dilana felt a sense of dread rising within her, praying no one would dare to mention her style. She looked like a ten year old!

As they moved out onto the patio, Julia moved to watch the boys fight, nodding her welcomes to those who acknowledged her. Dilana smiled and waved but made her way towards Kaera, settling down on one of the chairs nearby. "Hey..."

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[Misery Martinique]

Brother bought a coconut, he bought it for a dime
His sister had another one, she paid it for the lime

She put the lime in the coconut, she drank 'em both up
She put the lime in the coconut, she drank 'em both up
She put the lime in the coconut, she drank 'em both up
Put the lime in the coconut, she called the doctor, woke him up


The trip to Scotland had been a dream; literally. Hazy, stormed filled days spent in bed until afternoon. They ate and slept and made love like it was the first time, over and over and over…God, Erik was one helluva’ insatiable lover. They bathed one another in picturesque scenes and went to bed early; playing house until it the day they had to leave.
Of course, they had to come down from heaven sooner or later, didn’t they?

The bayou woman had wept that day. It seemed they’d come to the end of the bedtime story. It was back to real life and the very real threat that darkened their future together like a massive shadow. A shadow in the shape of a snake. That heifer goddess, Nel.

Of course they hadn’t spent all their time in Scotland rolling around under the covers. They had exhausted hours upon hours of researching libraries with antiquated scrolls and parchments in a number of ancient townships; hunting for anything…anything information they could find about curses, and Celtic Goddesses, and powerful relics that could break immortal binds. What had they discovered? SQUAT. That’s what.

That’s why Misery let Erik drag her to this ‘wolfy’ get together even though she’d rather be back home, spending time alone with him or crafting some new spell. The voodoo witch wasn’t exactly what you’d call the life of the party. More like…the darkness that seemed to make people cringe and take their drinks and little uppity hor' derves, elsewhere. But whatever. There would be alcohol there. And he needed this; to relax and have some fun. She was a thief, but she wasn’t about to steal him away from the other people that cared about him. Especially when it wasn’t certain how long it would be before the Celtic Deity decided she wanted to pull his strings again before they’d figured out how to break the curse.

As soon as they got to the Fenrisulfr manse the witch and the wolf split hairs, literally. He went to rough house with the rest of the pack, and the chocolate haired witch made a beeline for the bar. She was wearing a pair of jean short and a loose white cotton top with a wide neck that hung off one shoulder, her feet bare; sandals left in the JEEP. She’d driven. She’d insisted. Her hair fell in loose chocolate cascades down her back, pulled up at the temple with little pearl pins.

A cat-like smile stretched over her pretty face when she saw the bottle of top shelf Tequila hadn’t even been opened yet, and there was plenty of lime juice and ice to make it a party. Grabbing up one citrus fruit in one hand, and the lime in the other, she turned toward the group.
“Margaritas anyone?”

[ross]

ZAP!

The little Grace grinned as she let a thin little stream of lightening leave her fingertip and aimed it directly at Brom's dusty backside. Not enough to burn or catch fire but enough to make him yelp from the tingle. her lips parted in a wide grin as she winked and blew a kiss at the younger Fenrisulfr male before placing her hands on her spandex clad hips. The snug exercise pants hugged her curves, the thin white stripe running down the outsides of her legs the only color on them. The sports bra/tank top she wore matched with it's little Nike symbol on it. it was a nice little inside joke to her to wear clothing named after her Pop's buddy. She was the Goddess of Victory after all.

A small slip of pale, smooth flesh showed at her mid drift ans her arms were bare save for the black leather bands at her wrists. The long, gleaming sword she held in one hand and leaned against her shoulder was a thing of lethal beauty, elegant and slightly curved in the blade, the hilt golden and intricate but efficient as a wrist guard as well. It was at odds though with her blonde hair pulled back in the front into two small, perky little pony tails that held it back out of her face, little pink bows aligned perfectly around them.

"Oh I assure you little wolf..your brother is most certainly still the big dog on campus." Those hazel eyes of hers lingered over Wulf's sweating, muscled form with a little sigh and a grin curved her lips lecherously. "Very big." she added with a dreamy little sigh before walking over to her warrior and giving her sword a little twirl with her wrist and tapping at Wulf's blade.

"Well I'm not so sure about the kicked part...what with the kissing being so much more fun...but I wouldn't mind having a go with you Wulfie.", the little goddess said with a grin and flourished her sword in a little salute. "It's been a while since I enjoyed a little of this kicky, punchy, fighty stuff that you men seem to adore. I might as well make sure I haven't gotten rusty."

Had any of the Titans ever looked so good, so fierce, so...edible? Had Adonis ever made her pulse race like this? Or Dionysus make her feel as heady and drunk with merely a glance? No...this man was a unique one. At least from her perspective and that was all that really mattered wasn't it? To her it was.

Her eyes flashed a little as she let herself linger a little too long on his posterior and moved them back up to meet his eyes and grinned brightly, utterly without remorse or shame in them.

[Kaera Fenrisulfr Vuldanshe]

You make me so hot, make me wanna drop
You're so ridiculous, I can barely stop
I can hardly breathe, you make me wanna scream
You're so fabulous, you're so good to me, baby baby
You're so good to me, baby baby



Family.

There was nothing better than that and when you add in a beautiful evening.. Well, it was paradise on earth.

At least, that is what the youngest Fenrisulfr sibling thought as she lounged in the patio chair and watched her brothers and mate go at it. Dressed in a swimsuit, shorts and a cover up, the littlest wolf looked more like a college aged flirt than a woman used to the rough manners of the warriors before her.

Like she always said.. Men were nothing but large boys and when you gave them toys?? You might as well forget hearing any sense out of them for a hours. Especially when it came to the overgrown siblings before her.

By the Gods, she loved her family.


While only two of the five men out there were actually her blood brothers, the other two had earner a place in their family so long ago that it was only natural that they become part of the clan. Ok, so maybe Ty wasn't exactly like a brother considering their history... That would just put io much of the EWWWWWW factor in it... But he was definitely family. Kaera actually considered him her best friend in many ways and the mere thought of not having him at any family events just didn't sit right.

Of course, after almost a thousand years.... Yeah..... She'd have to kick his ass for disappointing her like that... Either that or send her mate after him for the honor!

And speaking of mate.... Kaera felt her pulse race as she watched him whirl and tag Ty with the sword. Even covered in sweat and dirty, he was still so damned edible she wanted to haul him off to bed again... or maybe the nearest empty closet. She was never going to get enough of him.

Hearing movement through the house, Kaera turned her attention to the huge glass doors and then hid a smile as her cousin, Dillie, came out. She wore a disgruntled look up on her face that told her that Mama Jules had been at it again and the blond was wrinkled her nose as she took in the clothing the poor woman wore. Oh, Yeah... Mama Wolf had definitely struck again!

Time to play rescue again! It was a good thing she had been prepared for just this sort of thing!

"Hey Cousin!" she called out, swinging her slender legs off the chair and getting to her feet. "I do hope you brought a swimming suit! I was planning on having the ladies take a dip while the boys play!"

Kissing Mama Jules cheek in respect, Kaera looped her arm through Dil's and began to pull her away. Keeping her voice bright and chirpy, the petite shifter talked up a storm about nonsense until they reached the inside of the house and they could both relax.

"By the gods.... and I thought MY brothers were bad!!!" she said with a giggle before turning at the sound of another voice. "MISERY!!! ITS SO GOOD TO SEE YOU!! SO GLAD YOU CAME!!! I definitely think we ladies are going to need a few drinks!! Did you bring a suit? I thought while the men beat on each other, we could torment and distract them with our fine selves while we chill by the pool. "

[Banning Vuldanshe]

Ah, the sound of swords clanking and raucatious laughter. Was there any better way to wake up? Grinning widely at the scene that the two older Fenrisulfr siblings made, Banning dodged a blow from Erik's sword, rolling with a practiced ease.

Gods, if his shifter brethren hadn't managed to keep the old traditions alive, he thought with a toothy grin, laughing aloud when Brom was laid flat by his brother's sword. Ever since Kaera had found him in the underground lair of the human Montegue, his memories had slowly been coming back. He couldn't remember anything of how he'd managed to come back from the dead, and truthfully, a small part of him knew that he never would. But he didn't let that little lapse bother him. In whatever way that had come to pass, he'd been returned to his beloved mate.

A fond smile crossed onto his lips as he glanced over to the edge of the courtyard where she sat, pausing in the mock battle to appreciate the sight. She truly was his angel, and for her, he had defied death...and would do so again. It was a strange world that she lived in now, with its television and moving carriages...but he was slowly learning. He would become a modern man, if only to ensure his mate's comfort.

But none of those stalwart promises got him out of getting whapped upside the head by a wayward projectile. With a growl, he glared down at Brom when the man knocked against him, his brows furrowed in confusion. Upon hearing that familiar harpy's call, he gave the younger brother a sympathetic smile before raising a brow at the goddess. As his memories returned, he became quite surprised that the eldest Fenrisulfr had fallen so quickly and so hard, for such a slip of a girl. She was so uncouth and so...impossibley LOUD, that he was surprised the others hadnt't attempted to use that wonderful invention 'duct tape' to force a reprieve. Personally, he was still up in the air about the tiny woman. The others seemed to show her some respect out of love for Wulf, the bald warrior Ty chose outright disdain, but he didn't put much stock in his opinion, given the fact that he was growly at anyone but his woman...but he himself? There was a natural distrust of all Gods that he just couldn't shake.

Speaking of the naturally angry warrior, the large man came barreling toward his opponent, going after him with gusto. There was nothing more relaxing than a bit of sparring in the morning, and hell if he didn't treat his brothers like punching bags. Trading a few blows with Banning, he let himself fall into the rhythm of the movements, ignoring everyone around them, save his opponent. He kept trying to provoke that legendary berserker nature he'd heard about over the years, but damn if the other man didn't have the self control of a monk. All he had to do was look at Kaera, and all anger seemed to melt away.

He was damn happy for his friend, having been her shoulder for so long. It was nice to see her smiling so much, instead of going through the motions of life.

"Wulf," He called out, dodging a sword thrust with ease. "Come muzzle your woman before I throw her on her ass. She's fucking up the sparring and it's pissing me off!"

[Erik Kincaid]

There was nothing like the clang of steal to make a man feel right at home. It was a warm evening with the sun just starting to set but the day was only just beginning for the individuals inhabiting this large mansion. The loud shouts and deep laughter that floated on the wind had Erik grinning broadly and giving his witch a kiss before he disappeared out the glass doors and on to the lawn with his other brothers in arms.

Oh yeah, it was definitely nice to be able to blow off a little steam in the old ways and it never ceased to amaze him that the neighbors didn't try calling the cops on them. Then again, they probably had in the past and Wulf had dealt with the problem in short order. He was nothing if not efficient.

Tossing his shirt away and striding out on to the grass, Erik smirked at the huge blond Celt he didn't know well and spun his sword. Banning seemed to grin and then he charged and Erik was forced to focus all his attention on the other warrior.

Damn, for a thousand year dead man, the man was good. Then again, maybe that was all he'd had to do in whatever realm he'd been stuck in before Kaera had somehow managed to rescue him.

Slightly distracted by those thoughts, the Celt paid for his inattention when the other warrior slammed his sword hard against his shield and he was forced backwards. Immediately, they disengaged and then circled each other looking for weaknesses and finding none.

They hadn't been known as the fiercest warriors of the nation for nothing, after all.

And so it went ... Minute trailed onward until Wulf tripped Brom and the dark haired wolf sprawled on the grass. Grinning, Erik dropped his own sword and laughed. A quick glance at Banning had his gaze traveling to where Kaera was talking to her cousin, Dil, and Misery. An identical look traveled over his features as he sighed and tossed his shield aside.

"Makes you wonder what we ever did to deserve them, doesn't it?" he drawled softly just before another female voice chirped out and he twisted around to see a little blond all decked on in work out apparel challenge the oldest sibling.

Letting out a low whistle, he shook his head. "She's either got guts or is insane...."

Wulf, however, simply smiled and flipped his sword over.

"Now lass.... its not polite to challenge a man when he doesn't believe in lifting a sword against a woman." he growled. "IF you really want a fight... I can think of ways much more pleasurable for both of us!"

When Ty's voice broke over the evening wind, however, Wulf turned and sent him a hard glance. His eyes went from swirling silver to ice in a nanosecond.

"Watch what you say, brother... I've told you once... Don't make me tell you again..." he said in a voice laden with anger.

Ok, obviously insulting the woman was a bad idea. No matter how annoying the rest of them might find her. Erik made a mental note of that even as he turned to study the little blond. He supposed that they just weren't so used to all that merry making and party going that seemed to spill from her.

However, maybe that is just what their elder needed to loosen up the burden that rode hard on his shoulders.

[kayla]

The little Grace grinned at the muzzle comment and the bravado before she hmphed and her eyes glittered. "He likes to boast of things he cannot begin to comprehend doesn't he?" Ross said to Wulf as she turned her gaze back to his. "I take it your gladiator has never fought a God?"

A small shrug lifted her shoulders before she tapped the big Celt's sword again and grinned lasciviously. "As for lifting your sword to a woman.. well.. I beg to differ. You seem to have no problems lifting another sword. Now let me see if you are as good with this one as you are with the other εραστής μου." ...my lover

She did not know if the Celt spoke ancient Greek or not but her intent was easy to read in the smolder of her eyes as she flashed the sword quickly, bringing it in toward Wulf's left flank, forcing him to parry or dodge to avoid it's gleaming razor sharp length. A small laugh left her lips as she brought the sword back to her side, svelte muscles showing under that silken skin of hers.

Raising eyebrows she smiled to her lover and spoke, "You didn't think that I was just a pretty face did you?" It felt good to do something so physical and normal, the challenge of the muscles and the mind appealing to the little goddess. Where the larger men were strong and relied on brute strength and endurance to win, the little blonde was elegant and fluid in her nimble movements, all efficiency and grace as she flourished the sword, crafted by Hephaestus himself, once more, spinning around behind Wulf and attacking his sword with a clang of metal. "Come now lover... I'd hate to...what was it he said..oh yes.. fuck up the sparring."

She'd never truly hurt him nor let the blade kiss his flesh and leave a crimson stain upon his body just as she was certain he would not do the same. But the revelry and sport of the sword play was exciting. The mortal weapons they wielded could not hurt her. Yes she could be cut and she could bleed but she would heal almost instantly from any mark put upon her. Such was the fate of an immortal. As their swords clashed against one another and sparks flew from their meeting, so symbolic of the Grace and her warrior themselves when they came together, she brought herself in close to him, elbow to elbow and smiled up at him. I do believe your gladiator would be less grouchy if he were actually να πάρει το φύλο..oh what do they call it now? Yes.. Getting some, that's right.. from his little pixie.", she whispered to the large blonde man before stealing a kiss from his lips and pushing away laughing and parrying.

Speaking of the 'little pixie'....

Kayla had fussed and worried all night over what to wear to this. It was the first time she was getting to meet Ty's 'family' as it were. The people that had taken him in and claimed him as one of their own. She'd finally settled on the simple cut off jean shorts, a simple white shirt with slightly puffy sleeves and tied at the waist, the little eyelet pattern in the cotton around the neck and sleeve cuffs making it a bit dressier than a plain one. A small pair of white canvas sneakers covered her feet, no socks. At least there hadn't been any sleepwalking last night. No waking and wondering where she was or why she was dressed that way or boggling over the strange dreams of violence and evil. A shiver ran through her as she thought of some of the things that her dreams revealed and the looks of terror on faces that she did not recognize.

Standing back a little from the 'combat zone' she worried at her bottom lip with her teeth as she watched him move and fight.

His display of skill and the sheer awesomeness of his strength was exciting but that silly part of her couldn't help but to worry for him and his well being, cringing hard with every blow that landed on him, despite the fact that they didn't seem to phase him in the slightest.

When it was just too much to take and the worry of grey hairs popping up all over her head she turned and headed toward the huge house.

House?

More like mansion by her standards. She had no idea that his people were so wealthy. It made her a little uncomfortable, hoping she didn't embarrass him. Sure they seemed like good ole salt of the earth folks but.. wow!

As her feet lead her toward the doors that lead inside she paused as she watched the other women greeting one another and paused. She only knew Kaera and even then only in passing. Hearing the mention of swimming she looked down at her clothes and sighed a little. She knew there was something that she had forgotten. She didn't know that there would be swimming. A slightly irritated glance was shot toward Ty on the 'battlefield' before she stepped up to the women and tried to be non intrusive but at the same time not snobbish. Sheesh! Men! They never think of the little details.

Speaking quietly as she slipped past the group she offered. "You point me in the direction of the kitchen and I could whip up some snacks for everyone to go with those drinks Kaera." Cooking was her sanctuary, it was what she did when she was nervous or uncomfortable or just to feel less awkward. It was something she was confident in and knew she could do well. Her comfort zone.

Brushing a stray curl back behind her ear she stood there with her hands clasped in front of her, feeling as out of place as a hound dog at a poodle salon.

[Misery Martinique]

"Doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take,
I say, Doctor, to relieve this belly ache?
I say, Doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take,
I say, Doctor, to relieve this belly ache?"
"Now let me get this straight ",
Put the lime in the coconut, you drank them both up
Put the lime in the coconut, you drank them both up
Put the lime in the coconut, you drank them both up

Misery made herself right at home; blending Tequila, ice, lime juice and even throwing some fresh strawberries into the slush. Of course during the blending process she had helped herself to the bottle; tipping it back every so often to take a chug when she thought no one was looking.
Or maybe they -were- looking; the uncouth bayou woman didn’t really care.

By the time the blender was filled with bright red slush the witch had a nice buzz going, and so it was with a little extra bounce in her usual leisurely step that she stuck a stack of red plastic cups between her lips, the pitcher of Margs in one hand, and the bottle and a lime in the other.

Of course the men were already rough housing in the back, and a sparkle came to the witch’s russet eyes at the sight of her Wolf so happy and relaxed with the brothers. He truly had needed this. In a way, she did too. If she was going to be part of his life, she may as well get over her qualms about family. -He- was her family. And if she meant to keep him, and keep him happy well, then she was just gonna’ have to let the rest of them in as well.

“This play battle ‘ca-ca’ can wait.” Misery said almost indiscernibly since the cups were still held with her teeth. “Its time to get drunk and see who gets thrown into the pool naked first!” Smiling slyly at her man, Miz passed around the cups and filled the men’s with straight liquor; the women each got a tumbler full of fruity red cocktail (which from the amount of Tequila in them could barely pass as fruity ) and kept one for herself, setting the pitcher off to the side of the group.

“Kaera, you little bitch…” Misery joked with the petite blonde wolf, “How in the hell you stay so thin, Cherie? No WAY I’m puttin’ on a bathin’ suit and standin’ anywhere near you!”
She laughed and noticed the reticent brunette that was trying to inch her way to the kitchen. “Oh hell no, Cookie. No one passes up one of Misery’s Mystical Margaritas. Look at this house, Cherie. They probably got a stiff little man in a penguin suit back there making the snacks and what have you. Getchoo a sip of this in you and you’ll loosen up juuust fine.”
And so she handed Kayla her own cup, picking up the pitcher and refilling another for herself.

[Dilana Polyak]

God bless Kaera, she really was Dilana's saviour! Keeping her folorn look as she was dragged into the house, Dilana couldn't really bring herself to feel happy and join in with Kaera's banter as she felt like the class geek compared to her college flirt looking cousin. Even the blonde's giggle couldn't raise her spirits, knowing all too well that no one else knew exactly what her mother was capable of. Dilana expected a chastity belt to be presented to her soon. Just a small nod of her head and a sigh left her head as she pulled at the clothes she wore, unbuttoning the shirt's top buttons as they headed further into the lounge. "She put me in frills, Kaera... frills!"

The two other brunettes in the room seemed to be nice enough, though Dilana couldn't say she had met either of them before. One stood by the bar, Misery apparently, was handing around drinks that Dilana's nose told her the alcohol content could possibly have been used to strip paint from the walls! At least she had alcohol to make this night a little better considering she hadn't brought a swimsuit, even if she had, her mother would likely have left it like she did the rest of her clothes.

The other brunette, quiet and actually quite adorable looking, seemed to be as lost as Dilana felt here. Well, at least they were all friends here, by association if nothing else. Those who didn't smell like shifters at least knew what her 'family' were and that meant she didn't have to be on guard.

With the glass of toxic punch in her hand, Dilana raised it to her lips, ready to take a few good glugs of the bittersweet liquid. A hand appeared on the tumbler, pulling it away from her lips causing Dilana to frown and almost growl as she prepared to rip apart whoever wanted her drink. Thank God she didn't, her mother was stood right there, giving her 'the look' as she waited for her daughter to release the glass into her custody. "Drinking in the bar is fine, around family you are to remain respectful to the Polyak name." Looking over to Misery, Julia arched an eyebrow, "She'll be drinking soft drinks all night." Turning her attention to Kaera, Julia remained stoic, "And she doesn't have a bathing suit with her, so she will be refraining from joining you in the pool." With that, she took the tumbler she'd taken from Dilana and moved back out to the patio to watch the boys joking and fighting.

Inside, Dilana was still in shock, feeling her cheeks burn with the embarrassment that had just been flung on her by her mother in front of her cousin and the two new guests.

[Wulfgar Fenrisulfr]

(I am going to lock this and move it to the vault. Thanks Everyone!)