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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2017 7:41:44 GMT
 Doof Doof Doof... the base vibrated the entirety of the night club, it flowed through his veins straight to his dancing limbs. Dictating the way that he moved his body. It was a club filled with men, and very few women. This was a gay bar... a very muggle gay bar. But still he found it rather perfect at this point in time. No one here knew him to be a sports star. No one here would be hounding him for autographs. He was simply another human being seeking a good time, and the possibility of human comfort at the end of the night. He danced as if no one was watching. As if he was the only person in the room without a care in the world. He didn't care if anyone saw him dancing.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2017 8:16:45 GMT
Dulf felt very at home in places like this. The full moon had passed now, and after a few days of ferality, he was content. Yes even nowhere near the next full moon he would find himself watching, stalking, going through the motions of hunting. Tonight, however Bardulf Barrows was on a different kind of hunt. The hunt for pleasure, for comfort for contact with a human being who wasn't a victim, victim, nor project, or pack mate. Dulf, for all his predatory, inhumanity, was a man, with the same interests as many other homosexual men. And that's what drew him to a muggle gay bar. Once upon a time, before he'd been bitten, he might have turned his nose up the idea. fraternising with muggles offended the purist sensitivities he used to hold, but now, he realised what being a wizard, and being 'pure' meant. Nothing. They were licence to hate. It was amazing how quickly he went from being appreciated, and respected by wizard kind to being marginalised. It was the kindness of the Gringotts Goblins that saw him keep working, maintaining a place in an otherwise hostile society. So, if inhuman beings were decent folks, could muggles truly be that much worse?
Dulf's charitable thoughts about muggles and rare reflections on his own former prejudices came to an end as his eyes followed various attractive men about the room and his mind wandered to less wholesome thoughts. eventually his eyes fell on someone he thought he recognised. A quidditch player? Dulf couldn't think of the young man's name. His interest in the sport was casual at best, particularly considering not many werewolves could afford to go attending quidditch games these days. Either way, that wasn't really theappeal of talking to the main in this sort of contect and he wouldn't be getting a 'hey aren't you...' from Dulf even if he had recognised the other.
Dulf approached slowly admiring the other. He didn't say a word over the loud, pounding music but he made his interest clear with an inviting stare, beginning to as close to the other as he could, without committing to invading the other man's personal space.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2017 6:20:21 GMT
The music stopped for a moment, causing the blonde too to stop dancing. He took a moment to look around him, and that was when he noticed an older male taking interest in him. He smirked cutely, biting upon his lip as he looked the man over. From a distance he was unable to take notice of the scars that littered the man's body (not that the lighting was helping with that) but even if he could, it wouldn't change his opinion that the rugged and muscular man before him was actually kind of attractive. As the next song came on the two men made their way closer to one another, Cletus dancing in a rather seductive manner as he did so. He more than understood the looks that this stranger was giving him but he didn't mind it. Looks like that were exactly the reason why he had come here. "SO WHAT'S YOUR NAME?"His question would have been hard to hear over the volume of the music... well for any human... but you couldn't not give Cletus an E for effort. He was making an attempt at making a connection that wasn't purely physical... because based on the looks that they had given each other... that physical drive was already there.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2017 16:53:30 GMT
The rugged werewolf strode closer. Bardulf had never been much of a dancer but he did his best to keep up with the other man, eyes taking in a closer look at him. He was handsome, certainly. Dulf liked what he saw as he drew closer to the other practically up against the other man now, he breathed in, the scent of the other reached the wolf's nose. he liked that smell, sweat and energy and emotion. Usually it was the smell of the hunt, but tonight it carried a less sinister flavour. That was fine with Dulf, even if it was a rare occurrence.
Bardulf heard the other's question as the music changed. He was enjoying this. something different. Even if the music wasn't the sort he enjoyed, the change of atmosphere, the release of pressure, the company... Or at least his looks. Dulf was loving every moment. "DULF!" He ansered, over the volume of the music, "YOURS?" he asked, he was grateful for his keen, wolfish ears here. He just hoped that the other would hear him. The physical attraction was certainly there for Dulf. It seemed like it was to the other. Giving up on speaking over the music, Bardulf indicated to the bar. He wanted a drink and he figured it might be easier to talk there.
Bardulf slowly stalked away from the other, grinning. He was confident that the other man's interest was caught. Bardulf ordered a beer for himself, and decided that he'd treat the other, ordering the same thing for the handsome man who'd caught his eye. Dulf was still wondering where he had seen the other before... But he was fairly sure it didn't matter, with a body like that, unless he was a hitwizard, Dulf would be fine.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 17:20:08 GMT
As the music blared, Cletus wasn't able to hear a word that Dulf said. Instead of leaving him hanging however he simply shook his head, hoping the man would understand that he wasn't able to hear him. He didn't want to have this perfect specimen walking away on him simply because he didn't answer any questions that may or may not have been asked. When the man looked at the bar, his gaze followed and he gave the stranger a nod. His body was craving what this man could offer him and he wasn't about to let him just walk away, so he followed him to the bar, a cute little smile on his face. "Sorry mate... what did you say your name was again? I didn't hear it back there."
He jerked his thumb back at the dance floor. His eyes drinking in the man's body again as he spoke.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2017 8:32:42 GMT
"I'm Dulf." He answered with a light smirk as the other approached. glad for the break from the loud noise already. The wolf may have loved the atmosphere here but it felt strange struggling to hear over loud music, Bardulf valued his alertness so much more than many of his talents, so loud, crowded environments could be a little unsettling for him. Dulf took a swig of his beer, passing the one he'd bought for Cletus toward the man before him and leaning up against the bar. He surveyed the other, eyes on his strong body, liking what he saw.
It had been a while since Dulf had this kind of company, and he was hungry for it. The werewolf left his leaning position almost as quickly as he'd assumed it stepping close to Cletus, within his personal space, having left his drink behind on the bar. "I'm not so sure I'm ready for the dance floor again. Have a drink, talk to me, and then we'll worry about you putting your moves on me." He teased the other. almost instinctively he breathed deeper closer against the man, to get his scent. It probably wouldn't be too noticed in such a busy environment, but it was there.
"Where do I know you from?" Dulf asked. He didn't care a lot, it was true but he did wonder - and he liked the idea of making the other wait, drawing things out just a little bit more. He found that a long hunt, whether sexual, or predatory always had the most rewarding results.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2017 19:49:23 GMT
The blonde beast with blue eyes before him was gorgeous. There was no denying that, and now that he had a name to go with the looks it only made him want him more... or so it seemed. A part of him was dying to have him right then and there, but instead he found his hands wrapping around the cold pint, engaging in a conversation with the other man. "I don't know... school maybe?"The man before him looked to be only slightly older than him after all and kind of familiar. He didn't know if the man was a wizard like him, but it was fair enough for someone to take a stab in the dark and suggest that familiarity stemmed from a few years of innocence and angst. He took a few sips from the beer that was purchased from him (something where had he fully thought before doing so that he would have avoided doing in case of it having been roofied). "So what do you do for work?"
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