<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3f/Monsterpoh05.jpg)<br/><div align="center">Danielle - Oracle (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344531.msg16258444#msg16258444)</div></div><em>OOC: Danielle has +1 Armor from Ryan, lasting for this scene</em><br/><hr/>Danielle knew there was discord in the ranks of the werewolves. With their females gone, they were pent up with no release, though she didn't connect the dots until her approach. With her appearance, her romper just begging to be ripped off her person and her exposed legs, she could literally see heads turn in her direction. Tongues may have licked their lips as if she was a walking tenderloin, but she was ignorant of such gestures. She only saw the frustration on the men's faces as she drew near. One werewolf in his human glamour stepped off of his bench and approached. Even without her powers, she could see the lust dripping off of this wolf. She thought, maybe she picked the wrong time to evict them; maybe it was best they weren't kicked out of the RV park when they were in heat? And even in that moment, she could feel a protection about her, its source from far away, yet seeming close. She may have had a bit too much of confidence from the sensation of power to notice the danger looming before her.<br/><br/>Still she was too ignorant or naive of what he would possibly do to her given his suggestive offer. As if she didn't hear his obvious predicament from his words, she pulled her bag off of her shoulder and placed it on a nearby table. On the surface, she rolled out her grimoire, an ancient-looking device that had a series of concentric rings that could be rotated, forming a set of runes when aligned with other rings.<strong>”Humor me for a bit,”</strong>she said as she rotated the larger rings, aligning the runes to form a set of eight symbols. She didn't seem like she was duping the guy, but he'd know well enough as soon as she placed her hands on the runes themselves, feeling an itch along her forearms, and the irises of her eyes disappearing into the whites.<br/><br/>Her body did not move, though as soon as a vision manifested, specifically one that told her of this wolf's past, she might have flinched from the shocking scene that unfolded. It was as if his offer had some truth. There was screaming, but only for a moment, as it was soon muffled by something. There was a mass of bodies, upright, some naked as a human, some with the coarse fur of a Were. The activity in the room cause the men to sweat and even in this vision, Danielle felt how musky the scene was. They were all huddled around something. Then one of the human figures backed up from his spot, his hands pulling against another.  There was a young human woman whose hair was being pulled, her pelvis seemingly glued to the man's own. She turned to the sides, not liking the image of noncensual sex, but on the ground at the men's feet were the unmoving bodies of other women, of differing species, covered in white residue that had yet to dry. Her attention went back to the man, who pushed the girl into the crowd and laughed. The face on the man was the very same one that sneered at her as she came out of her vision.<br/><br/>She felt hot, as if she was a bystander in that room, or if the man had his way with her at this moment, someone who was waiting for her reluctant turn at the hands of the wolves in that room. Danielle stood straight and took a step back, but found that she couldn't. There was a fleshy wall right behind her. It could have been a wolf or a very large man, but she could already feel herself being cornered. She remembered her defenses and knew Fiona was still on the line, with Camilla and Berri and her troop waiting in the wings. Plus, she could still feel the protection around her body coming from elsewhere.<strong>”Excuse me, but that is no way to welcome a guest. If your friend her wasn't careful, I could have popped his melon with my telekinesis. Like that beer bottle over there!”</strong>she reached a hand to the other table, where there were opened and unopened bottle of beer, some of which were half full or even empty. She hoped the hunter was the crack shot she claimed to be.