the u n d e r w o r l d

[Knight]

The werewolf had been sent here by his Alpha, Kiba. The unwilling Beta, who had never wished to be a member of a pack, had been sent to the court of the fae. Or, more accurately, the city that housed the fae court. Just another member of the inhuman underworld, the fae weren't exactly the most humane of creatures. Then again, when you'd been around since before any other sentient creature, humanity wasn't exactly something you needed. Not when you were an immortal creature gifted with more magic than any other immortal race could dream of.

Werewolves got the short end of the stick, in Tsume's ever so eloquent opinion. You got to shift every full moon no matter how inconvenient it was, and when strong emotions ran in your veins, you shifted as well. And shifting was a painful experience. At last vampires only had the one painful experience before the pain was over and they were immortal creatures of legend. Werewolves, on the other hand, were screwed throughout their entire lifetimes.

They could theoretically live forever. Of course, they rarely did. Werewolves were warlike creatures, finding fights over every little thing, and they often died in battle. Silver was toxic to them, and they didn't usually like most other metals. But they fae, on the other hand, were burned by the touch of many metals. So Tsume counted himself lucky there.

After all, you had to remember to count your blessings. Tsume rolled his eyes at the advice that the Omega of their pack was so fond of giving and snorted softly to himself, nibbling absently on a hamburger that he had snagged from a street vendor before the man had even noticed the scarred, ragged man wandering down his streets. The swifter reflexes came in handy there, didn't they? Tsume smiled slightly, about as expressive as his features got, taking a big bite of the hamburger as he wandered down the street, gaze seeking out the store that Kiba had told him he would meet the fae at.

He or she had something for Kiba, but Kiba was currently rather engaged in trying to woo a banished fae, blinded by her people, named Cheza. So he was a little busy. Which left his beta in charge of doing stupid stuff like this. Kiba was pretty dumb in trusting that Tsume would come back. After all, this was a pretty nice city. More at home than most werewolves in the human cities, Tsume was almost debating sticking around for a while as he wandered into the quaint little cafe.

He rolled golden eyes when they took in the place. This was . . . stupid. To say the least. He didn't like this little cafe. He liked the rough and tumble side of the city, not the cutesy side. Definitely wasn't the kind of place that an ex-gang leader and current werewolf was exactly comfortable. And the humans didn't look too comfortable either as Tsume seated himself smoothly, waiving away the nervous waitress that came to take his order.

And now he just had to wait.

[Matsi]

Maikoda was smooth walking as she pushed her way through the crowd. Her coppery hair hung loosely over her face and down her back, and golden-copper eyes were relaxed as she peered around. A baggy, grey hoodie clad over her top, and baggy blue jeans on her legs, she blended in well to the rest of the city. Of course, she looked more on the punk, or druggy, side of the population. Not that she really cared what these people thought of her. She was not planning on staying in this area for long. No, she had to head back to her own homeland before she was missed. Not that she would be, but still.

She enjoyed projects like these. Being the middle age child of the Fae leaders was not exactly the best choise of positions. Sure, you were part of the top family, but you were constanty judged, for you were of pure blood. Then there was the whole "You're not the oldest, which will take over the throne, but also not the loved baby" thing too. So, the Fae had fallen into a warrior or messenger position. She was bulkier than both her siblings anyways, making her more muscely, like her father. Her temper was a bit more like her father's too. Sure, she had a sweet, loving and playful side, but she had a short fuse and became irritated with things that went wrong. Then again, that could have been due to her position over the years.

No matter now. Now, she had a job to do. With a small package in her jean pockets, and her wings tucked neatly into her hoodie, to protect and hide them, she made her way through the streets with ease. She knew every turn by heart, and every crack in the sidewalk was mapped neatly in her mind. All she had to do was remember the name of the location she was supposed to meet the Werewolf alpha or beta. She couldn't remember which she was meeting this time, though she had only met the alpha once, she had heard detailed descriptions of the Beta.
Tall and strong, with hair like silver, eyes like gold, and scars that support his monsterous past. In general, a monster that could chill a heart.
Sure, that was what she was told, but she doubted it. She had been told that the Alpha was a horrendious beast with ice of ice. Maikoda couldn't help but snort at the thought again. That werewolf leader had been anything but a beast. He, in fact, was quite the opposite in her mind, just way too quiet and monotone.

What was she thinking? With a shake of her head, she veered off to the side and into a cafe that was quite familiar to her. She walked in and inhaled deeply as she fumbled with the small package in her pocket. Her golden-copper eyes looked around until she saw the person...creature...that fit the description she had been given, then approched him.
"Tsume, Beta?" She said smoothly with some sternness in her voice. If he wasn't Tsume, then she would be screwed.

[Knight]

Tsume's nose twitched slightly, and his golden eyes narrowed just a bit as the brown haired girl slipped into the cafe. The werewolf shifted his weight slightly as the scent of fae danced under his nose. He wasn't entirely sure that he approved of the scent. Sure, it was a little . . . smothered by the scents of iron and metal and general human nastiness that filled the air, but the light, almost flowery scent didn't fit the fae girl at all or the current environment.

The werewolf sneezed loudly, shaking his head slightly as the fae wandered closer. She looked familiar, though Tsume couldn't decide why. It wasn't like he paid much attention to the fae, especially of this city. Once upon a time, Tsume had run this city. Well, part of it. And he'd been happily oblivious to the underworld that ruled the city. And then he'd been nommed on by a werewolf and he'd ended up with Kiba. Who was inhumanly (literally) obnoxious.

Blinking golden eyes, the wolf glanced up slowly, one gray eyebrow raised. "Indeed." He said coolly, "And I take it you have the package?" That he'd been sent all the way over here to get when he could have been happy enough within his pack and not over here in this city that reminded him far too much of his past.

Shrugging slightly, Tsume extended his hand imperiously, still frowning. There was something bugging him about her. She reminded him of someone. It was someone important. But he couldn't figure out who or why. And this was seriously bugging him. He still had no clue why he thought he knew a fae, but it was going to bug him for months. "May I ask what your name is?" That would hopefully help him figure out who she reminded him of later on. Maybe.

Or something like that. Anyways, Tsume shrugged the thought of as he waited for the fae to present him with the package that Kiba so desperately desired before he could continue on his way.

[Matsi]

Maikoda smiled slightly as she looked at the werewolf. Such simple creatures, yet they were so complex in a way that the Faes were not. Such a simple family and community structure, yet complicated thoughts. Sure, the Faes had complicated community structure and thoughts, but their life itself was so easy. They did not fight for their rank, their food or their lovers. They simply took what they wanted and lived with it.

Then again... She said they had simple lives...and here she was being a messenger. So, not all things were easy in the Fae world.

"Of course I do. That is a foolish question, my friend," She hummed as she looked the werewolf over slightly, trying to figure out why his gaze was filled with so much question. It didn't really bother her, she didn't have time to be bothered by such things, but it did make her curious.

As Tsume extended his hand, she looked at it for a moment, then listened to his question and looked back up into his slightly eerie face.
"Maikoda. I am taking Lao's position over since he has finished his training," She said with a small nod. She didn't know if he would know the old Fae-wolf messenger, but it was only polite to explain it, just incase he did know Lao.

Finally, Maikoda pulled the small, orange wrapped package from her pocket and held it in her hand for a moment. She didn't really want to give it up. She knew what it was, and she knew it was of great value.
"Be careful with this, Tsume," She hummed slightly as she tightened her grasp on the package for a moment, then lightly placed it into his extended hand. It still took her a moment to release the little gift. She then looked back up at the grey-haired werewolf-man and thought to herself for a moment. Could he be trusted? Yes, he could. If the leader of the Werewolves trusted him, then she could too.

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His periwinkle gaze watched through the cafe window. He was not on any real business, just his own. The young Fae monk had finally gotten away from his own duities for the day, and had stumbled upon one of his own kind wandering into the small shop. Curiosity got the better of him and he had stopped to watch the young lass.

Faelan stood tall, with shaggy black hair hanging to his chin and white shirt unbuttoned half way down his chest. A purple tie was untied and resting around his neck, and a necklace of a cross rested on his chest. He looked more like a wild college kid than a Fae monk, but looks were the biggest liars. He was a young monk, only just out of his training and set on his own, which sometimes showed in his actions, but today he legitamately was up to good. Well, this was what he told himself.

Faelan had been checking up on some human and Fae ladies that he had grown fond of that lived in this city. He had just left one of their appartments when he had spotted Maikoda.
Faelan wasn't going to lie, Maikoda was a fine excuse of a Fae, though she wasn't as delicate as many. Faelan wasn't that picky on his women, as long as they had good looks and, in the occasion of something more long term, a personality, he was happy.

So when he saw that Maikoda was conversing with someone that looked human, he became curious, and to say the least, slightly jealous! Why was the Second Born Fae Royal conversing with a human? Pulling his white shirt tighter over his hidden wings, Faelan stood strong, ready to wait for his answer.