Fantasy Cajun Haven

[Flutterby]

Catalina watched silently as Joan dealt with her wound, knowing better than to interact with her when she was in a mood. She had a hard time with Joan, whose attitude toward her ranged from intense flirtation to equally intense hostility. The shapeshifter usually left the human alone, only interacting with her when she initiated it.


The silver eyed girl softly thanked Falmet for cleaning up after Joan, watching him scamper after her. No doubt to leave her some little gift to lift her spirits. She smiled and shook her head. That creature was such an odd mix of human, wolf, and puppy, but she couldnt help but enjoy him. She had grown rather fond of him in fact. She was finishing her breakfast with a glass of orange juice when he returned to her side. Although the other tennants would have glared at her for encouraging his odd behavior, she reached down and stroked his head gently. “Do you want me to make you something to eat?" She asked, barely holding back a yawn.

 

[Owlmun]

He looked up at her when she asked the question and gave her a cheerful smile, nodding enthusiastically. He felt bad that he couldn't cook for her or anyone else sometimes, with his massive paw-like hands it was more than difficult to hold a spoon, pan, or any cooking utensil for that matter. And don't even ask about trying to crack eggs, it always ended it a mess and a rather upset wolf man. It was odd how childish he acted but he didn't really notice nor care, he was still technically a puppy in the werewolf community, he wouldn't outgrow the state until he hit the 100 year mark. His tail flicked behind him happily as he licked Catalina's wrist and hand since it was the closest thing to his face at the moment.


He may not have known her long but he was starting to adore her, forming an attachment to the beautiful woman. Her kindness always made him smile, even when she was tired or grumpy she was still so very nice. It was rare you find a nice person in the house. He wasn't sure about the ghost lady though, spirits in general put his fur on end.

 

[Flutterby]

Catalina stood, wincing as her feet hit the cold floor. Standing and looking into the fridge, she thought for a moment. “What would you like, Falmet? I never really know what to make you." She said softly, looking over at the large creature. His nutrition was difficult, being a man stuck as mostly a wolf. “How about.. scambled eggs, with meat and just a few vegetables all mixed in? I know you dont really like vegetables, but theyre good for you." She looked at him, waiting for approval before getting things out.

 

[yistae]

Azeel finally came down from his room, empty mug in hand and noticeably less hostile attitude as he walked to the kitchen. His red and black eyes were trained downward at the carpet, making sure that there was no blood from whatever Falmet had brought back. There wasn't, which just increased Azeel's good mood. More residents were awake, and they nodded in greeting or said good morning when Azeel passed. There honestly weren't that many full time residents, but there were quite a few that dropped in and stayed for just a night to either just avoid human hotels or to catch up on the latest gossip. As long as no one caused too much drama Azeel didn't mind, though he was not a housekeeper and did not like messes left for someone else to clean up. Hence why he was going down to wash his own mug.


In the kitchen, Azeel raised a brow at Falmet licking Catalina's hand, but didn't say anything. The pup was just that; more wolf than man but incredibly young for his kind. He seemed to have taken a liking to Catalina, and the shapeshifter actually seemed to enjoy the company. It was almost cute, after you got past the fact that the pup was actually a large, werewolf, stuck in a partial transformation. Besides that, it was cute. If you tilted your head... And squinted a little...


Turning his attention from the pup on the floor, Azeel glanced up at Catalina. She was tired, he could tell, yet she still insisted on helping Falmet. Stupid girl. Sighing to himself, Azeel moved across kitchen and took Catalina's place, gently pushing her back towards the island. He gave her a scolding look like she was a small child, pointing at the island. "Sit. I don't need some half awake girl bumbling around my kitchen," he said, turning to the stove and placing a pan on it. He cracked a few eggs in, scrambling them with a spoon before adding bacon on one side of the pan and seasoning everything with some salt and pepper. He turned back to face Catalina and Falmet, keeping an eye on the eggs and bacon as they cooked.

 

[FactionParadox]

Isha walked up to Azeel, interested in what he was doing. "What are you cooking Azeel?" Isha asked, not very familiar with Western Food. She had only been there and lived there for a month before falling off the cliff. Whatever it was, it smelled nice. She then looked at Falmet, intrigued by him. She had heard stories of Wolf Men when she was a little girl, but she thought they did not exist, but then again, she thought the same of ghosts.

 

[Owlmun]

Falmet seemed rather excited at what Catalina had said she'd put in his food, even the vegetables. He didn't mind them so long as she made them or someone used her recipe.


When Azeel came in and took over, he actually noticed how tired Catalina was and stood up again, towering over the female and carefully picked her up, nuzzling her face affectionately.


He spotted Isha and tilted his head slightly, snuffing softly. He didn't know what to make of her, no scent, no heartbeat. Spirits tended to confuse him quite a bit so he merely nodded good morning to her and took Catalina into the living room, laying her on the couch and licked her face. "You need rest, miss Catalina." he said softly, yellow eyes so soft and caring toward her. He really was like a loyal little pup.


He could smell the cooking bacon and his stomach rumbled rather loudly and out of reflex to his instincts trotted into the kitchen, standing behind Azeel and rested his chin on his shoulder. He didn't seem to have any concept of personal space, used to physical contact with other wolves and people and it was just the way he communicated without words. At the moment he was just curious about Azeel cooking, he loved watching him and Catalina cook since he himself couldn't.

 

[Flutterby]

Catalina sat down, scowling but knowing better than to protest. She was about to suggest Azeel add something, when she was lifted into the air, and her forming words turned into a surprised little squeak. Falmet was holding her, and he nuzzled her face before carrying her out. She raised a hand in a wave goodbye to Azeel. She wrinkled her nose at the lick, but was touched by the gesture. “Alright, but just a few minutes," She murmured, watching the large form leave. She did rest, letting her eyes close for about 10 minutes.

 

[yistae]

Azeel looked over at Isha and nodded in a polite hello. "It's eggs and bacon, a simple breakfast meal in the west and parts of Western Europe," he explained, then turned and glared harshly as Falmet put his head on his shoulder. Personal space was a concept completely lost on the wolf man it seemed, so Azeel just sighed and finished cooking. Putting the dirty dishes in the sink and the food on a plate, he turned and held it out to the wolf. "If it has hair in it, don't blame me," he sighed, setting the plate down before making his way out of the kitchen. Right before the door he paused and glanced back at Isha, raising one eyebrow. "I'll be walking around the grounds if you wish to join me," he offered the spirit. He wasn't 100% about her yet, and a walk would give him some time to get to know her.

 

[Owlmun]

"You're telling that to the person that rips the throats of deer open and gets fur stuck in their teeth for hours." he chuckled. "Thank you." He took the plate and started sat down at the island, licking up the delicious concoction, tail wagging furiously. The bacon gave the eggs a nice smoky mapley taste with the tang of the bell peppers and other things. His growling stomach was quickly calmed by the food. He watched as Azeel and Isha left, snuffing softly.


Once he was done he took his plate to the sink and rinsed the dishes, putting them in the dishwasher to be washed later.


He trotted into the living room and flopped down onto the floor next to the couch Catalina was curled up on. He didn't want to bother his sleeping friend.

 

[Flutterby]

Catalina woke slowly from her cat nap, feeling a little refreshed, but the bone-deep tiredness was still there. Her energy had been drained from her escape from the Council, and it was slow coming back. She sat up, wincing a little. “Falmet." She mumbled, rubbing her eyes. “Do you know where Azeel is, if he's busy?" She asked softly, swinging her feet to the floor and standing slowly. The shape shifter knew he might be interested in some things she had learned while away. She didnt know why the demon even cared about a Russian Council of magic, but he had been very interested when she had first come here.

 

[Owlmun]

"He's going for a walk with Isha I think." he replied, reaching up as he rolled onto his side to place his paw on her knee, his tail flicking happily against the floor. He nipped lightly at her ankle, not exactly biting or hurting her in any way, just kind of coating her ankle in sticky saliva. He seemed to be in a rather playful mood, hopefully not a destructive one because when the destructive tendencies hit it normally ended with something chewed up (that's why he has that massive collection of bones).


He rolled away from her feet, tucking into a ball and rolled around the living room until he made himself dizzy and uncurled, laying flat on his back in front of a bookshelf. It was rather odd behavior but since he didn't have any other werewolf pups to play with he had to amuse himself somehow.

 

[Flutterby]

Catalina gave a small nod, thinking silently. She was knocked outof her thoughts when Falmet playfully mouthed her ankle, covering it in slobber. “Falmet!" She exclaimed, but couldn't help but laugh at his antics. “Well, if you notice him come back in, wake me." She said, laying back down on the comfy couch and dozing off again.

 

[Arabella Rosewood]

Chesha's ear flicked and she opened one eye. She decided that since Azeel had finished with his coffee and such she would go find him, hoping to find a cure to her boredom. Her tail swished over her body and as her tail moved her body disappeared. She then flew through the air towards her master. Once she found him, she unveiled her body, becoming visible again. She floated in the air at his side quietly.

 

[FactionParadox]

"Alright, I shall join you." Isha said as she walked with the Demon, not feeling the cold December air in the slightest. She looked at the scenery around her, remembering the feeling of wind in her hair, the chill in the air, what it felt like to be cold. Now she felt none of those things, she felt nothing. She passed through the wall and waited for Azeel to join her.

 

[yistae]

Azeel rolled his eyes and followed Isha, teleporting himself to be next to her instead of walking around. It wasn't that he didn't have time to do it, but it was just too much work and he was too lazy. Chesha appeared by his side in her usual fashion, and Azeel lazily petted her purple and pink fur. Out of any guest he'd ever had, Chesha was by far his favorite and no longer counted as a guest to him. Why she had latched onto him was still an extremely vague notion to the demon, and even though he was iffy at first, he grew quite attached to the floating feline. He smiled at her and scratched under her chin, gently guiding her through the air in lazy little circles. "I think you're getting fat," he said teasingly, trying but failing to hide a smirk. "You're floating lower than usual." It wasn't true at all --she was a little on the skinny side considering how little she walked-- but Azeel knew she wouldn't take it to heart. She was older than he was --an impressive feat on it's own-- by several centuries at least, yet still needed attention like a child or she would grow bored, and nobody needed that. Speaking of growing bored... Azeel glanced over at Isha, eyeing the spirit curiously. Not many of them came through his house, but then again most didn't retain much intelligence after death. "How has your time at the manor been so far?" He may be a high ranked demon, but even Azeel couldn't extend the days to be longer and things like checking up on his "customers" slipped his mind every now and then.

 

[Arabella Rosewood]

Chesha purred, happy for the attention. Even though Chesha had chosen Azeel, she still hasn't technically tell him she had done so. Maybe one day she would, but he already accepted her so it wasn't all that important. She gasped as his comment in a sarcastic tone. "I am not. How cruel," she joked before giggling. Chesha, unlike some Cheshire cats, was able to stay thin, maybe a little too thin but not to the point where you could see bone. She then changed to looking like she was trotting next to Azeel on an invisible floor.

 

[FactionParadox]

"Very comfortable, thank you." Isha said as she walked along with him, her red dress dragging along the ground. She smiled a little at the interaction between him and the cat, finding it somewhat cute.