Man-Candy Howling [open]

[al]

I don't care what you think
As long as it's about me

Alvaro lay in the warm sand of South Beach, his upper body was the only thing bare because fromt he waist down he was buried in sand. He enjoyed just laying in the sun, soaking it up; it was good for taking naps, he loved naps. If anything he could just lay in the sun all day because it was pretty damn impossible for him to get sunburned. Even though he was just laying around enjoying sleeping, he was here for a reason. He was having a little 'day off' with the older members of the pack and he was waiting for them at the beach, they were supposed to meet soon. Knowing them they were either right on time or really late.
Today he didn't care when they got there.

A small smile crept on his face though his eyes remained closed as he caught the scent on the wind of four of his older pack members. It got darker as a shadow was cast over his face as one stopped and stood over him.
"Ay changed me mind, go 'ome; Ay'm sleepin'."
His thickly accented, Irish voice came out sarcastically before he opened one eye to look up at Travis, one of the oldest members of his pack.
"Too late my friend, we're already here."
Travis reached down to help Al out of the sand.

As Alvaro stood he noticed the others glance down towards his legs then get a twisted look of amusement and embarrassment over their faces. Travis rubbed his brown after a slight chuckle and looked away.
"What?"
Al questioned innocently. He looked down and then looked back up at them as if nothing was wrong; all could still recognize the joke that lay withing him.
"Intersetingly, pink makes me even more manly."
He was of course, referring to the pink swim trunks he had decided to wear to the beach.
"What are we...?"
One of the others was trying to form a question but just smiled letting it trail off. Al glanced around at the eyes that seemed to be half glued to the group of them. Well they were five incredibly fit, attractive men who were completely shirtless and about to get wet, so they could really only be one thing....
"Man-candy."
Al responded sarcastically before yanking the football from one of their hands and taking off.

The others followed in persuit with incredible speed as they proceeded to play some good sport. As they ran their heels kicked up sand and when they tackled the force was incredible, though they didn't over due it, it would be enough to make an ordinary stop breathing. They eventually were running abour, jumping waves, tackling eachother and giving loud 'woots' of enjoyment. Everynow and then one of them would have the urge to hollar out of pure joy and any trained ear would see it was errily familiar to a howl.

[ryon]

my heart is melting 'cause
you're hot like the summer heat

Lisette and Oryon were at the beach today, thrilled that summer had finally arrived. Neither of them were fans of the cold; Oryon had no problem withstanding it, he just preferred warmer climates, and Lisette couldn't manipulate water very well when it was frozen solid.

The demoness and her dragon husband split for a moment while Oryon left to get them something to drink. They didn't have very much money between them, but when they went out, they made it an event. A picnic on the beach was a beautiful idea, and too romantic to resist. Lisette brought the large canvas bag over to a nice spot not too far from the water, or too far from the concession stands. As she set up the towels, a group of rowdy boys rushed by, kicking sand everywhere. She scowled, openly disapproving as she brushed the sand off her beautiful set-up.

"Garçons stupides," She complained under her breath, "le sable appartient sur la terre!"

She withdrew her sunglasses from the canvas bag and planted them over her eyes before she settled back on her now sand-free towel. It was hard to tell if she was still muttering French obscenities or not, but the pinched appearance of her brow was still projecting her agitation.

[al]

Alvaro was running into the ocean to get to the distance to catch the ball. Right when it reached his fingertips a large wave crashed over him and he went under. The three others of his pack all made loud 'oohs' and laughed with booming voices. Their attention was turned back to he ocean where Al had been when suddenly he popped up, about ten feet away from his original spot, holding the trophy foot ball in his hands.
"'Ow 'bout it ye pups, see 'ow it's done?"
He called out and as he ran up tackled Travis, who was mocking him by mimicking his catch.

As the oldest and the Alpha wrestled, Blake, the youngest of the group had his attention taken somewhere else. An odd scent was what got him, considering he wasn't much paying attention to the foot ball. Blake's attention was always wandering, but despite that he was the greatest hunter of the pack. He didn't recognize the scent right away, but it was oddly familiar, and it made him look over in the direction of a certain, tanned woman who was muttering angrily. His sensative ears caught her words and he laughed to himself quietly before beginning to walk over to her.

As he wandered away, Daniel, the second oldest, stopped Travis and Al and pointed to Blake who now crouched by the woman.
"Bonjour là-bas. Mes excuses pour vous déranger, madame. Nous n'avons pas l'intention de botter le sable à vous."
Al stood up and the rest of the group looked to him, expecting their alpha to call him back but, for now, he'd wait and see what happened.
A small smile came over Blake's lips as he held out his hand towards her.
"Mon nom est Blake, et vous?"

[[OOC: I'm using an online translator, sorry if it sucks XP]]

[ryon]

((It's ok. I can't speak French to save my life.))

Much to Lisette's shock, one of the boys went out of his way to come over and pacify her. She examined him from behind her sunglasses and noted his age. Or lack thereof. He was surprisingly mature, to approach her and apologize for his friends' behaviour.

"N'inquiéter pas," She told him not to worry. When he introduced himself, she gave him a winning smile. Blake wasn't a common French name, so she spoke in tainted English. "My name is Lisette. Your friends," She motioned to his pack, "they watch you," et moi, she added mentally. She didn't enjoy the attention of other men like some women. She had her husband and she was very loyal. His strength kept her alive, literally, and to look at anyone else was blasphemous. Besides, she hadn't ever seen a man who could tempt her from her lover. Still, it agitated her (and Oryon) when admiring eyes found her.

She looked over to Blake's friends and saw Alvaro with the football. Her stomach twisted slightly, knowing her husband would want to play. She had just wanted a nice quiet afternoon with him alone, but it had been so long since he'd had some genuine male companionship. They were always together, and always would be, so what was this one day to her? She could sacrifice her personal pleasure for his happiness. Right?

"You play football," She observed, nodding to his friends. She didn't know the rules, and therefore didn't play, let alone observe. Oryon was smitten with the sport since they'd traveled to America. "It this fun?"

She looked to her left where she knew Oryon was, and was glad to see him still in the line-up. Lisette turned back to Blake and smiled, hoping that maybe she could set up a play date between her husband and these raucous boys.

[al]

Blake smiled as he was greeted kindly, though he could tell she was a bit iffy about it. None-the-less, he was just glad she didn't swat him away like other snobs would.
'Whatcha up to, Blakey? Not flirting again are we?'
'Nah, she thinks he's young'
The pack were all speaking telepathically. Blake kept his mind open, so they could listen in on what she was saying as well, but it was obvious to all of them that she wasn't interested at all. They managed to still play catch while listening in on what was going on.

"We don't play real foot ball, just mess around."
Blake turned and looked at the pack, though his vision mainly focused on Alvaro.
"We don't stick to guidlines so well."
He was, of course, intending for Alvaro to hear. The smiles on the pack slightly widened with this comment. Because Al kept his pack neutral he was, in some way, breaking a few guidlines and rules.
'Ay'm still yer leader.'
Al responded telepathically with sarcasm, though he didn't take being the Alpha lightly.

"When its our whole...gang it's really fun. But us older guys, we get a little to rough and the younger ones don't like sitting out so much--"
He was interupted when the football collided with the back of his head and bounced off and crashed into the sand.
"Leave the poor girl alone, Blakey!"
Travis called. They were all having good fun.
"I'm trying to have a conversation!"
Blake responded, sweeping his brown hair out of his tanned face, though a grin was ever present. The group started to laugh, but Al still kept his eye on her. She brought a scent with her, and he knew that scent. Demon. There was another he didn't recognize, but she smelled of it too.

[ryon]

Mess around... Lisette mulled over the slang for a while, figuring that it had to mean the opposite of 'real', as he described their method of playing. For fun, she assumed, by the way the other boys just tossed the ball. That still seemed like something Oryon might be interested in. Besides, even if her husband didn't want to play, he'd appreciate her attempt.

His comment on guidelines made her lips curl upwards. Yes, they'd get along well with Ryon. He was the rebel of his family, and rules were more like suggestions than anything to him. Her mouth opened to speak, but then a football came whizzing in her direction and she squealed, lifting her hands to protect herself. Luckily Blake's head blocked the shot, but her noise of distress alerted a very attentive, very protective forest dragon.

When Blake replied to his friend's jeering, Oryon came running. He left their refreshments at the stand and put all his energy into returning to his wife. He was a bulky guy, and slow by nature, but when alarmed... boy could he move. He didn't like the way Blake's eyes lingered on his woman, with curiosity and something similar to fascination. He put a hand on her shoulder to announce his presence and knelt down to speak with her.

"¿Qué pasó?" He murmured almost silently into her ear. When she just looked up at him and smiled, shaking her head, his heart slowed. Okay, so he didn't need to panic. She wasn't being attacked or harassed. Still, he turned to look at Blake, and then stood to his full height of 6'5".

He was the strong, silent type, and he stared down at the boy. His nose wrinkled. He recognized what he was; back home Oryon grew up in a forest full of them. Instead of commenting, he lifted his chin to indicate that Blake was not welcome.

"Ryon, this is Blake," Lisette said quickly, hoping the boy wouldn't run off. Sure, things had started on a bad note, but they didn't have to end like that. Oryon was really quite lovable if given the chance. Sure, he was a little socially inept, but he could use some friends in this place. "Blake, Ryon," Her hands gestured between them, open and soft, trying her hardest to project serenity. The look of alarm in her eyes betrayed her desperation for peace though...

[al]

Blake smiled when he looked back to the woman. He was about to speak again, most likely make a remark about how her little squeel was funny sounding. Suddenly the smell of adrenaline and the scent he didn't recognize slammed into him again. His attention became alert and went right into the direction that it was coming from. The sudden alert in Blake's mind got the pack's attetion, and Al's eyes darted towards him with intent. He stared as he recgonized the other scent.
Dragon.

Blake was 22 years and 160 lbs of beach boy, lycan trouble, and he seemed to be in it again. As the Dragon stood to his full heigh, practically giving off a presence of 'get the hell away' the pack began to move forward. Al stopped them and they stayed in place as he advanced, though they were tense. Al stopped just a few feet away, seeing as the demoness was trying to calm them down. Al held a small hint of seriousness in his voice, but tried to break the tension with a witty comment. In bulk Al and Oryon were roughly the same, but Oryon was about two inches taller. Even so, Al made direct eye contact.

"Sorry me li'l boy is buggin' ye. Can' shut his mouth; bit immature, too."
He paused, glanced down, and then looked back up. One of the miraculous things Alvaro could do was say something completely sarcastic, but in a serious tone with a serious face. Sometimes it took knowing him to know when he was joking.
"Yeah, this is comin' from th' man in th' pink shorts."

Even though he was acting all good and friendly (a person who was trying to make peace with bad jokes) the dead on stare at the Dragon was his warning. If he started something, Al would finish it.

[ryon]

Ryon's eyes flickered to the group behind Blake as they started toward him, and immediately singled out the Alpha as he advanced on his own. He completely ignored Blake as Alvaro spoke, eyes narrowed as he listened right through the words to the meaning.

Lisette laughed lightly at Alvaro's joke about the shorts, admittedly temporarily shocked by the colour of his attire. Fluorescent pink just wasn't a colour you saw on boys. On anyone, really.

"The shorts are good," Lisette assured, still slightly hysterical. She pushed herself up to her feet and stood next to her husband, fully aware of the machismo being thrown around here. She knew how powerful Ryon was, but he hadn't transformed in such a long time. He didn't consume charoal, and his sugar level was low. He couldn't breathe fire and if he got hurt, he wouldn't be able to heal. He could probably take out half the pack on his own, but she would certainly finish the job if it came down to a fight, as much as she hated violence.

"How are you? I am Lisette, this is Oryon," She continued the introductions, unaware that Alvaro already knew who they were via the link through Blake. The French woman placed a hand on her husband's chest, deliberately removing some of his energy. If he didn't feel strong enough to fight, he wouldn't. At least she hoped that would be the case.

Knowing what Lisette was doing, Ryon promptly removed her hand before she could do any serious damage. He didn't know if he'd have to defend her, and if she drained him, she'd have no defences.

He spoke up for the first time.

"No trouble," It was hard to tell if this was a statement, a question, or a request. He said it very quietly and in a completely flat tone. Alvaro might convey sarcasm, but Oryon was serious from tongue to tone. He could feel everyone's eyes on him; the pack, Alvaro, Lisette. He usually shied away from attention, but he always stood his ground.

[al]

Alvaro looked back to Blake, who was now standing slightly behind him. He made sure his whole pack was to stay calm via telepathy. He could throw out another sarcastic quip, but he didn't. He stood for a few more seconds before looking back to he couple and nodding slightly.
"Well, was nice t' meet ya both."
Al looked over to the side as another male picked up the foot ball that had been tossed to the side after being deflected by Blake's head. Al kept alert of Oryong and Lisette though he looked towards the man who had picked up the football.

"Lend a hand 'ere buddy?'
Al questioned and the other person smiled.
"Mind if I join you guys?"
The others glanced to eachother slightly.
"Just let him so we can get away from Sargeant Hothead here."
Travis suggested and the others readily agreed. Al smiled and agreed to let the other man play. The rest of the pack, including Blake, took off to play with them. Al lingered behind for a second and nodded at the pair before following shortly behind.

[[OOC: sorry it sucks, I'm writing an essay for my Street Law class at the moment]]

[ryon]

"Why do you-"

"Imbecile!" Lisette hissed, swatting his arm, not playfully. "They play this football game, and you are mean dragon!" She crossed her arms, glowering at him. Her anger dissolves slightly as she watches his face turn to confusion, but she keeps her icy front.

Oryon slowly realizes that this is a no-win scenario. He could stay with his wife right now, try to salvage the remainder of their sunny day together, but she'd be bristling and unaccommodating. He saw now that the boy talking with her wasn't trying anything funny, and that Lisette was trying to set something up between him and the group of boys. But if he went off and tried to play with them, they'd be even less welcoming than Lisette, and Lisette would no doubt complain of their day being ruined due to his testosterone.

Women.

He sighed, then leaned down to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. "Eres perfecta," He murmured, and inwardly grinned when he felt her tremble under his low voice.

Lisette watched as Oryon turned and ran off to follow Alvaro and his pack. She searched ahead to see how the young men would react to the formerly hostile dragon charging after them.

Ryon took his time running after them, noticing that they were very quick runners. By nature he was a bit slow and lumbering, but as demonstrated before he could be lithe when the situation called for it. He called out to them, hoping he looked less intimidating than he had before. "Hold up!" He raised an open hand, to show he came in peace. He jogged up to Alvaro, the obvious leader, and held the hand out to him (at an angle Lisette could see) to shake.

"I apologize for before. Lisette tells me you were good to her. I am... I become nervous when she... when other men..." He couldn't put together the right words - it would help if they spoke Spanish, but he didn't want to speak in his native tongue. He needed to practice his English, as did Lisette, and that would only happen if they spoke it with others.

He attempted a smile, which turned out to be something more of a grimace, "Forgive my behaviour," And instead of it sounding like a demand or a statement, this sentence was a request. Maybe if he could throw the ball with him and his friends for a little while, he could return to a happy wife, and save the day.