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For the most part, sleeping hasn't been something that came to Henri as easy, not ever since he got jammed and hijacked in his own therian form. Every day became his alert, there was always a reason for the male to look very alarmed at every single thing done. And could anyone blame him for being slightly paranoid after what happened? Cut him some slack. Despite having bad memories tainting his head whenever he wishes to go take a walk down his memory lane, there were still good ones. Memories of his wife and daughters, for instance. Memories that will never leave him and subsequently, made him feel guilty for their untimely deaths. Why? All because he couldn’t be bothered to shed his title. And for what? All to appease his selfish mother too. Nobody in their right mind would trade their beautiful spouse and children for a title.
But he did, and he will forever regret that decision for the rest of his life, which he intends to be a very long… long time. Especially with his protectee, Venetus, going off the rails doing god knows what, for the last few weeks. The Venetus today differs from the Venetus he knew when he set foot on the Isle. But it was understandable why he would behave the way he behaves now, though that doesn’t warrant his mood swings. Henri usually doesn’t bode well with individuals who tends to lash out for no reason in particular, that person seemed to be Ven now. But for the sake of his own consciousness that never faded, he swore to protect the Aspect of Realms and he will do exactly that.
His steps felt light against the carpeted floor as he maneuvered the entire manor in search for his Aspect, to which he, thankfully, found in the wine cellar. That wasn’t surprising at all. This has got to be the 4th time he's found the other male shacked up by the corner while drinking his sorrows away, giving the most inclusive reason for every question he asked. Honestly? Henri wasn't sure what he could do now. It was clear that Ven wasn't going to take his advice now, he's never taken his advice that much even up to hundred of years ago when he became his personal guard. Henri remembered when he first met the Aspect of Realms, neither of them was delighted to hear the idea of being close to one another. Don’t get him wrong, when Henri first joined the Guard, he kept to himself and only responded when he was needed. He did his job and stayed behind the curtains, and he’s always been good at that.
Sometimes, people didn’t even realize he was even in the room. Aside from working in the laboratory as part of the forensics, he was also a good tracker, like any other therians would be. With their enhanced senses and connection to nature, it wasn’t surprising to see him prancing around and tracking the people they were told to track with ease. He was only nearing his 50s when he was promoted to be Venetus’ personal guard. At first, he didn’t mind it despite being a bit nervous since a personal guard is quite possibly the highest honor for all of them in the Guard. But now? He would do anything to be out of earshot. That's why he decided to occupy himself with something to do; an errand, preferably. Though he totally didn't expect to find the Poison to be his destination, this was definitely new for the therian. A pleasure house, really, Henri?
With a sigh, he shook his head and thought he should just this thing over and done with so he could get moving on to the next. That's the only reason he was even able to set a foot inside the place. His eyes scoured the entire space, searching for a specific person; the renowned Nadiya Delca. Obviously, it didn't help that he may have stood out like a sore thumb but still. A job is a job.
It took a lot for Nadiya to mentally overcome the last few weeks, the situation she had found herself in was incredibly triggering; and despite not allowing Damien or her girls seeing that side of her, she could always feel the anxiety creeping in when she was in a small room, or trapped between a group of people with no way out. She also noticed that her need for blood since the ordeal had increased tenfold; Carmel had been woken up that day too, after almost a year of being suppressed in the deepest darkest corner of Nadiya’s mind. It was hard to not over do it when it came to feeding, even with Damien in the room watching her; in fact, he made more of a point to come and see her now, to make sure that there was no repeat. Yet, that didn’t matter in Nadiya’s mind, she could easily take him if the need became too strong and she needed to get her fill. However, Diya was surviving and her business was thriving so she assumed as long as she had Poison, she would get by; she had people that relied on her, plus she couldn’t bear the idea of disappointing Gideon who she had promised that she would never get that bad again.
The clock at struck 9pm and Diya stood in her room; she looked upon her reflection in the mirror and allowed her hands to smooth down the shirt she was wearing along with black jeans which hugged her figure well. Her darkened locks cascaded down her back whilst red lipstick painted her lips; all of this to disguise the uneasy feeling which sat at the pit of her stomach, threatening to escape at the mere sight of any Therian. It had annoyed her that one individual and caused her to be fearful of the other’s and she knew it was stupid but she couldn’t yet bring herself out of that mentality. “C’mon Diya, just another night. Same routine and probably the same old drama” She slapped her cheek numerous times to make her see sense before taking a rather steadying breath. “And worst comes to the worst, the shadows are there” The Valkyr nodded sternly at her reflection before spinning upon her heels and out into the hallway of Poison - she locked her bedroom door, to stop any adventurous individuals before descending the stairs where she was welcomed by the buzz of music, the ringing of laughter and many conversations.
Diya was greeted by many of the regular punters who frequented Poison; they typically didn’t always pick a girl to sleep with, but rather enjoyed the company and the drinks - which she couldn’t blame them. She continued her small talk, offering drinks here and there to help the waitresses yet her gaze fell upon her newest member of staff; Jonathan Bradford. With a wide grin, she wandered over to him and adjusted the glasses that he almost insisted he worse most evenings that he worked here. “Looking rather dapper this evening” She commented before winking at him. “Go get them tiger” She patted his back in encouragement before placing her hands on her hips with her first happy sigh of the evening as she glanced around; noting a few new faces and thus, lost souls but she was glad to see that her free girls’ and Jonathan were making them welcome. Thus, not needing to step in, she found herself wandering around the function room which resembled a large living room collecting empty glasses; humming to herself as she did so.
Venturing to the Poison Pleasure house was certainly not supposed to be on his list but when Henri realized he had to seek someone our one way or another, and with the time constraint he's currently facing, he'll resort to any method. And that was, to venture to a place he was sure he's more likely to have caused trouble at. So, yes, he is evidently trying to search for a way to escape the place unscathed with ease. Since it was night, it was relatively easier for the therian to navigate his way around the premise. His enhanced senses gave him enough heads up for anyone coming his way and while he's been trying his very best to avoid any contact with the girls around, it wasn't that easy.
Henri reminded himself that he was here to find Nadiya Delca, even if his heart is pounding rapidly against his chest, telling the snow tiger to go and drag his ass out of the place. A place like that is not a place for him, simply because Henri wasn't used to social interaction when not needed. The place was filled with people and once the song breaks out, he could even hear a few cheers coming from quite possibly ever corner of the space. Henri managed to get across the room without doing so much as trying to avoid contact with others, which was easier said than done considering the packed space. Everyone seemed to have fun so he didn't want to ruin that either. He was mainly here to meet one person, to confirm if she was the person he had been supplied information with from his other 'contacts'.
He stopped by the counter once his hazel hues fell on the sight of a tall female wandering around in a rather casual setting. It didn't take the Guard long before he realized he knew who that was; Nadiya Delca. Exactly who he was planning to meet. But before he could even get anywhere near, the lights were switched off and he could very well hear a few panicked whispers. What in the world? It was then when a scream broke out and a few grunts were heard that the lights were later switched on again. What was before him were two females covered in blood laid in the middle of the room. He couldn't ignore the feeling and tried to search for the culprit, only to spot him using the other back entrance. Unfortunately, his jacket was more than enough to draw plenty of attention to him later; someone who was sneaking out like someone who just committed something horrid.
It was not anything new when others watched Nadiya Delca offer some of her services to her customers; not in the sense of offering up her body for means of entertainment but in terms of being an assistant to the bar. Whether that was simply collecting glasses or actually working behind the bar when things got a little busy; in fact, she quite liked that side of things, she enjoyed making cocktails, she enjoyed engaging with her customers as they waited for their drinks. Diya felt that she truly got to know her customers at that point, after a few bevvies, they were always so eager to spill their secrets; it was the place to be, although she did assume her girls got a fair amount of secrets in the bedrooms also, and perhaps a lot of tears when the guilt washed over those who were happily married or in a secure relationship. Thus, once she collected as many glasses as she possibly could, she eagerly danced through the many bodies to get to the other side of the bar; where she greeted her barman, Conor with a wide smile.
“You know this is like my second home” She teased, and began to take orders from others, although she always had a funny feeling that he felt she was stepping on his toes when she was behind the bar; when in reality, they both had a good laugh - and always had the temptation to go Coyote Ugly on the bar top. Diya smiled at the very idea of that, and gathered that that wouldn’t be such a bad idea for a future event. The Valkyr buzzed around and at times moved happily with the music until suddenly everything went silent and darkness engulfed her very being; despite being a creature of the shadows, after recent events she couldn’t say the darkness was much of a friend as of late. Diya could feel her muscles tensed up, her nails clawing into the palms of her hands before she heard the screams and shuffling from those in the main room. Her head moved sharply to see if she could see the commotion but there were simply too many people moving around frantically - like rats in a maze.
Nadiya dropped her glasses, ultimately smashing them upon the ground before jumping over the counter top; as she did so, she was relieved when the lights came back on. However, that feeling did not last long at all, when she wandered into the next room to find a huddle of distraught and motionless people. “Move! Move!” She ordered, her tone harsh as she pushed the people out of the way; yet she wished she had never done so now. Her chocolate hues widened as they fell upon the two bodies which lay motionless at her feet; her hand naturally came up to her mouth to muffle the any scream or whimper that dared to escape her. It took a few moments before she crouched down to brush a strand or two of hair away from the deceased’s face. One of the females was a worker here, who Nadiya considered a daughter, whilst the other was simply a paying guest. She closed both of their eyes and stood up; Diya took a steadying breath despite not feeling very steady at all. “Graham!” She roared over the deafening silence. “Get everyone out of here now” The Valkyr ordered, her gaze roaming the scene before she caught sight of a somewhat familiar male; a guard.