The evening had barely passed over into nightfall when things started to get busy. Excitement filled the air, making people restless, everyone was eager to go out and have a good time.<br/><br/>Throughout the second floor hallways of a typical New Orleans apartment building, sounds of somebody searching around their apartment could be heard. The door was slightly ajar as if whoever lived inside had hastily gone back in searching for a forgotten item. There were some curious and disgruntled neighbors wondering if the person who lived there was being robbed.  A few people had poked their heads out of their own apartments, cautiously; several contemplating whether or not they should knock on the door and see what was up. While most people kept to themselves, nosey neighbors were always a common thing when there were people living together somewhere. Not to mention people liked their precious peace and quiet. Heaven forbid someone disturb the peace and quiet of a night no matter how small the disturbance. This disturbance, however, was actually quite a big deal, was creating a bit of commotion.<br/><br/>The woman who lived in the apartment from which the commotion was coming happened to be pretty pissed off at the moment. Seravi had just been about to go out the door when she realized that she was missing the necklace her uncle had given her. On the one night she wanted to wear it, the first night in a few years, rarely given the opportunity to show it off, she had misplaced it. Discovering that it was not where it should be she had gotten angry. Anyone within earshot would have been met with a very loud groan of frustration that wouldâ€™ve sounded more like an angry wolf than a woman in her mid-twenties. Twenty minutes later she found her precious flower necklace. Before heading out for good this time she made a quick stop to the bathroom to fix up again. All that searching around, she looked a tad disheveled.<br/><br/>Usually she would dress very much like a tom boy, clad in a t-shirt and jeans with boots, but not for this night. Tonight, Seravi was wearing a simple purple dress and a purple scarf with hints of silver in it. She was wearing a strapless bra to make the dress, which fit to her figure nicely, look nicer, because who wears a bra with straps with their dress. On a night like this it just didnâ€™t seem appropriate. She wore a black shawl over her shoulders to keep warm and had pinned back her blond hair, cut short, coming down to about her chin, so it was out of her face. Her hair was usually untidy and often fell in front of her face, the pin made it neater and in turn she looked a little older than she was when all dressed up.<br/><br/>Whenever she dressed up something was going on. She has been waiting for this night for awhile now, and now that she had everything she wanted, wasted no time heading out. What made it funny, however, was that she was not really a party girl in the slightest.<br/><br/>The streets were filled with people despite it being a little early out. A few hours later, the real fun would begin. She wondered what kind of interesting things would happen tonight. What could a she-wolf do to get some fun around this dump of a city? A wolfish smile might not be enough to lure a sober man into her arms, but perhaps a handsome man who has had a bit to drink. Yes, that would do splendidly, she thought to herself. Perhaps the bar would be a decent place to look once the night progressed. Right now she just wanted to get a feel for the atmosphere, let her wild side wake up a little first before she dove right into everything. That was just the kind of girl she was. Feeling everything out before she made her move. She was a hard one to please, very picky when it came to entertainment.<br/><br/>Seravi was hoping that this night would provide some decent entertainment. To wait for something only to be let down would only put her in a sour mood. Her poor neighbors did not need that any more tonight, or the next day, or the day after that even. It was amazing that they had put up with her for this long, whenever she was actually home and not elsewhere. Spending time at home was a rarity these days. She wanted to make the best of it whenever she got the chance despite not being big into parties. It was rare for her to go out seeking a thrill; nights like tonight were her exception to that, finding that most humans could be so boring and exceptionally irritable when something displeased them. Like she had discovered with her neighbors when she first moved in, some were not friendly either.<br/><br/>What a wonderful warm welcome that had been. At least she wouldnâ€™t forget that day; something told her that they had planned for it to be that way.<br/><br/>That aside, she was more than ready tonight. Her stride was more than enough proof of that on its own, showing off just how well she carried herself. She was a beautiful woman that hid a dangerous predator. The she-wolf always wanted to crawl out, lurking from the depths of her being, just waiting for the moment to leap out and devour the next thing that moved.