'i've never been perfect ;; CLOSED

[Artemis Falcon]

'but N E I T H E R have you.

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Artemis stared down at her hands as she sat on the bed in her room at the mansion. She was definitely at a loss as to what she was going to do about this whole....baby...thing. There was no way in hell she could take care of a child, especially not by herself. Furthermore, Artemis was just not cut out to be a mother. She simply was not the maternal type. She had never cared for the pups that the other women in her pack had, had never been one of the girls to crowd around and demand a turn at holding the newborns. No, she had always been the one at the way back of the group, one hand on her face, as if physically hurt from the mere presence of the screaming, smelly thing. No, Art had never intended to have children of her own. Heck, she never really even intended to date anyone. She'd be perfectly happy to just float along, from man to man, with no pesky attachments, no titles, like 'wife', 'girlfriend', or 'ex' to be concerned with. In short, this was basically the last thing Artemis had ever dreamed of. And yet, here the issue was, staring her right in the face. It was something she had no choice but to pay attention to, now that it was real and certain.

Of course, Artemis had not told anyone. She could barely accept it herself, why bring anyone else into the matter? Besides, Artemis was such a loner that she couldn't think of anyone that she would have wanted to tell even if her life depended upon it. She really couldn't handle all this....it was stressing her out completely. She hadn't been out to hunt in days, had barely spoken a word to anyone since finding out. Sure, they were worried, but it wasn't odd for their pack alpha to get a little moody, they simply accepted it. Artemis half wished someone would look her way and ask her, honestly, what was on her mind. It really would be a relief just to get this all off of her chest. However, the whole issue of who's the father came into play as well, a fact that Art was ashamed of not knowing. She had known she was a slut of sorts before, sure, jumping from guy to guy....but now, to not even be able to narrow down the playing field beyond about five guys, she felt like a complete and total whore. Truth be told, the feelings probably weren't that far from what she really was. Regardless of how this all all turned out, she needed to get her act together.

Artemis knew for a fact that she had slept with five guys since her last cycle. That meant that the father of this baby was, presumably, one of these five guys. Of those five, four of them were pack males who had sex with Artemis pretty regularly. Two of them had steady girlfriends, one had a wife...it didn't really matter. Artemis did it because it felt good, and the males did it because she made them feel powerful and amazing. She was pretty sure it couldn't have happened with any of the pack males, as she had been sober for those encounters and nothing out of the ordinary had really happened. However, the fifth case was a little bit different. She had been out in Elya one night, lonely, depressed, and drunk, chatting with a random male at the local bar. She had felt a strong attraction between them, well, strong enough that she wanted to have sex with him, and, him also having been drunk, they went with it. Neither of them knew what species the other was, and neither asked. Artemis had been too drunk to remember much of it, and she thought the male had probably suffered the same amnesia. The only thing that she could remember was that it had been incredible.

So, she needed to find this guy. She knew he was blond, she remembered that much. Light eyes, pretty pale as well. Muscular though, and strong...he had picked Artemis up and carried her into the abandoned room where they had done the deed. She would guess he had to be around six feet, not incredibly tall, but may a good ten inches above her own five foot three inches. She had nothing much else to go on, other than he was not a werewolf. She decided that the best plan of action would be to retrace her steps: reenact the night that it had happened.. So, tonight, a Friday night, as their last meeting had been, Artemis was headed to Elya, hoping that she would see him. Her mood was a bit dampened tonight, because of the reeling that her mind was doing, so she didn't dress quite as provocatively as she had last time. Instead, she went with a pair of super-tight black skinny jeans, an embellished black tank top that featured a white leaf on the front, black leather boots with a four inch heels, and her traditional sterling silver crescent moon pendant. She wore the pendant everywhere, claiming that it brought her good luck. It was by far the most valuable thing she owned.

Artemis was ready to go. She brought nothing with her, save a few dollars in her pocket...she didn't really intend to drink tonight. No, she was definitely on a mission of sorts. She took her motorcycle from the garage of the mansion and pushed it out front. Everybody was instructed to never touch her motorcycle, no matter where they were going or if they thought they knew how to handle it. No, if Art learned anyone had touched her bike, she immediately blew up at them. She rode towards Elya, mind preoccupied. She felt sick again, she had been throwing up at random intervals over the past week, probably due to the pregnancy. She shook her head, trying to clear it, and pushed the gas harder. Soon, she arrived at Elya. She rode until she was directly behind the bar and parked her bike along the back of it, where a lot of other people had done the same. Before heading in, she took a deep breath. She was both scared and excited to see if she saw the guy again. Of course, she had no idea what she was going to do if she even saw him here, but, it was the start of something. She had to take some sort of action.

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'the TAG. blaise
'the COUNT. one thousand ninety-one ^.^
'the OUTFIT. this
'the SONG. leave out all the rest by linkin park
'the PICTURES. the lucy sound?! of caution 2.0

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[Blaise Neverwinter]

Blaise was one of the advisers to the dragon sage, but as of now at least, he was the only male that was one of the advisers, and that was something that he never thought was going to happen to him. Then again, Zain was into sex and women so he liked to surround himself with women, the only reason why he was there, was because he was best friends with Zain and had always steered him into the right place when it came to the day to day things that he needed to be doing. Plus, sometimes you had to have some male advise not just all female advice about things. That was how he felt about the time that he spent at home, he worked a lot, only sometimes going out and doing some things for himself as well. He just thought that he was not that important to get some time off, and he just wanted to keep working to earn the things that he got to do. Sometimes he would go out and just go wild doing whatever he wanted to do, and not worrying about the things that he could get himself into with being like that.

This brought him to the time, not that long ago, that he had done something, well he had not done that in a long time and knew that there could have been something with that. He remembered it like it was yesterday, he had the day off and was heading down into the other city, seeing that he knew of a good bar there and no one would push him to do anything that he did not want to do that night. He had gone down there, dressed in leather and looking rather hot, drinking down a lot of drinks that he did not remember a lot much after that. All he knew was that at one point, there was a rather hot female in the bar, and he didn’t care who or what she was, he had the drive, and she was not protesting to the things that he was doing, maybe it was because she was just as drunk as he was, or maybe not he did not know. So he had taken her into the back room, and well they got there rocks on and had a good time, he left soon after it and headed back to the castle to sleep the rest of it off.

Tonight though, he was going back down to the bar just so that he could have another good night. He did not know if she was going to be there or not, nor did he really mind about that, because he was just going to be himself in the long run anyways. The night air felt good against him as he had flown down to the bar, shifted back and changed into his leather clothes again so that he looked good for this whole mar thing. Once that was done he had gone into the bar and ordered himself a drink, letting the ice cold liquid slip down his throat as he listened to the music and the other people talking. That was when he had seen her again, she was wearing some nice clothes, not to standing out as she had been last time, but he liked the way that she was looking. He ordered another drink and then moved through the people as he came closer to her and smiled. "Hey Hottie" He said as he moved up closer to her. "Didn't think i would see you in here again since the last time we had a run in." He said smiling brightly as he held the drink in his hand.