CoR Initiation by Combat

Nessa found some amusement in the cheer returned to the crowd. Again the atmosphere of such places to her were infectious. She tagged along to seeing wounds patched up a little jealous seeing how the stomach seemed already healing. Was curious to her how the hand wasn't as much. She figured regen was more across the board in its speed, seeing it though told her she might be an idiot even in that regard. She was fascinated by just how little she still knew of this world. Once ready to go the punk took a moment to look for Marcus. A wave and gesture she was leaving.

The step father seeming to burst into laughter at the sight. That was how they were, so absorbed in fights and company afterwards. He saw so much of himself in the punk even when they weren't tied by blood.

She tagged along to Cait's bike then started the brief venture to her own. The Harley was mostly of an older model, though some newer components had been pieced to it, upgrades after a crash once. Mostly clean, what was undisputed was the paint job. It was hard to keep a vehicle clean for long but the artist wasn't going to let the paint fade or be scratched. Near the plating behind the seat was two bullet holes. A painting made around them that turned the holes into the sockets of a skull. She didn't want to overly paint the bike just maintain the glossy black that was the exception though.

"Lead the way." The invitation made as she took a second to double check her tattoo supplies while waiting. Nessa concluding she had what she needed. Was more a force of habit though than necessary the only thing better stocked usually then her ink or art supplies was her knives.
 
Moving to her bike, she slid on her jacket that she had grabbed at some point and climbed onto her baby. Snagging the helmet that was still sitting on the back, Alysa slid it on and flexed her bandaged hand with a slight hiss. That was going to be a bitch until it healed, but thankfully, once her gut was fixed up, her regen would focus on her hand. Her body was weird like that, it seemed. Focus on what could be vital and then fix what isn’t life-threatening. Not that her stomach wound was life-threatening by any means. Starting up her bike, she glanced over to where Nessa was and fastened the helmet straps to secure it.

“Right-o, follow me.” Taking off away from the curb, it didn’t take Alysa long to reach her apartment building. Parking her bike in the shared garage, the redhead dropped the helmet onto the seat and jogged out to the outside to wait on Nessa. Alysa spotted the other chick and shut the door behind her, before heading to the front of the building.

“It ain’t much, but it’s home.” Alysa led Nessa inside and to her apartment with a slight skip in her step. She was super excited to get her first tattoo and hopefully, it’d stick. It better! Or she was going to be super mad. Scars stayed, so maybe she’d get lucky. Unlocking the door, she opened it and waved Nessa in.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” What she had forgotten was the paperwork and other items such as award certificates from school that show that her name is not Caitia, but is actually Alysa.
 
The drive wasn't long but in that window of time Nessa tried to absorb suroundings. Know how to find the place I ever was a want or need in the later, try and know the area as well just for her own sake. The punk hadn't been a lycan for long but she had been a criminal most her life. It helped to know back alleys and local shops of interest. That and she also just wanted an excuse to be in the area at this point. Interest in Cait and into the bar that allowed almost no rules fighting, those alone made Nessa want to be familiar with the area. Her mind went to this over music, obnoxious loud music was also a draw for the punk but not if wasn't going to make it through a few tracks.

Pulling into the driveway Nessa took a moment to gather her things while waiting. Tuck a knife into a boot as a precaution gather her tattoo supplies. She figured only one of those would be needed, but having a knife on her person was second nature. Entering the room eyes were quick to move to paperwork. She was new to the area so information could help, the main information to be gathered though was accolades for someone else. Alysa.

She noted it but figured to not pay it to much time. Nessa still had her old fake ID from highschool she used to sneak into bars. She hadn't had reason for greater versions of a fake ID or passport but she had lied about her name plenty. Not every officer would buy such lies especially now when Nessa was so heavily tattooed as a kid though it was easy to say the stabbings or theft was someone else. "More then I got at the moment." Leaving town to come here would do that to someone. Most belongings she had were on the back of her bike, Marcus' or Marcus' truck.

"So where you want to do this? Any idea what even want?"
 
Spotting the incriminating items after closing the door and locking it for safety, Alysa let out a deep sigh before just shrugging. Surely she could trust Nessa, right? If not well, it wasn't the first mistake she's made in her life and it won't be the last. She desperately wanted another confidant like Caitia had been. Was that so terrible? Chewing on her bottom lip even as she was asked where the tattoo was going to be taking place and what she wanted, the redhead made of mental decision to reveal her true persona.

" I am sure you saw my certificates and other crap with a different name than what I gave the crowd. But since you're in my humble abode and you're about to tattoo me, and we're probably going to fuck later, I thought you should know that my real name is Alysa Jayse." Keeping quiet about the rest of her persona, specifically her being a Scion, the redhead grinned sheepishly before remembering she hadn't even answered the other questions that had been asked of her.

"We can do the tattoo in the living room and ask for what I want.. I definitely have an idea." Alysa tagged her cell phone out of her jacket pocket and pulled up two pictures of tattoos that she had drawn* and wanted done. "Just unsure which. I want it on my mid back."

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"Well now I'm in a bind. Such good potential for later, but to think it with a liar." The retort got a laugh from her, then the most passive of shrugs. "Can relax, I'm hardly a fed. Grew up lying about my name a fair bit. Or about others names. Eventually liked tattoos to much to try and say I'm anyone else but used to the game." Nessa taking a moment to shuffle some of the papers around to conceal any names from a immediate look. "Saw nothing, other then maybe grades and award shit. Couldn't be me, I skipped like half my classes before dropping out ain't no nerd." Which was mostly true, she sometimes thought though everyone was just nerds for different things.

She followed along into the living room and looked over the drawings picked out. A moment taken to find a seat the punk made herself comfortable and set the phone beside her for a moment. Was just on the table if Cait/Alysa wanted or needed it but until then Nessa would use the art for reference. A small pad having been retrieved as the artist began to work. A moment to measure her hand a jade eye looking to Cait/Alysa to judge the difference some in height and build. Then she went back to drawing.

"Partial to the second, first has more bite. Second seems more you though." Nessa followed the works almost to the letter. There might have been a few changes to allow the shading to hold better over time though. Besides that was only slightly deeper line work from her. Nessa found it helped it hold some over time. Redoing the drawings would take a while though so she looked to keep them busy. "You heal major wounds faster then light ones right? Haven't worked on our kind before. Suspect the faster the healing the harder a tattoo might be. Shouldn't worry about the pain though we already know you can take it."

There was a smile at that. Nessa was used to the person getting their first to be worried. Though she'd also seen some big babies though. She remembered her boss once when she was in a more ordinary gang. She had seen him take a bullet in stride. But then he broke down in tears do to a fear about needles.

Of course Cait/Alysa couldn't read her mind. She would however notice a huge shift in personality from Nessa. A small bite of the lip as the artist focused. Her boot lightly tapping as if the drummer to some unheard song. A far softer smile as her pen moved alongnthe paper working on the stencil. For all the edgy fight obsessed vibes she carried so much of it fell away when just doing art. Nessa going from a passionate brawler to just enjoying putting ink to paper. It had been a few months sense she had gotten to consider doing a tattoo which lead to a level of bliss in the biker. Sure she drew a lot while on the run but that wasn't the same as actually painting or doing a tattoo.
 
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"Glad you're not a fed, that would definitely exasperate things. At least this time I don't have to worry about being bothered by anyone. It's not often I even bring anyone back to my place. You're only like the third and might be the last." Alysa shrugged just a little, knowing that while Nessa wasn't a fed, she could potentially be a threat and this couldn't be a relationship. While no Scion lived to ruin it, it was too dangerous for them both.

"Mmm... my uhh... adopted father kept me going. Didn't want a Dummy after all." Once again shrugging, she followed Nessa into the living room and watched her with interest. The tattoo that had been her number one pick was also the other female's and that made her happy.

"The second one is what I was leaning towards, so apparently our taste is similar." Flopping down on a nearby chair, Alysa curled up just a little and hummed under breath. It took her a smidgen to realize she hadn't answered the questions asked.

"Yeah, my regen does focus more on major wounds and the small wounds like cuts or breaks take longer because my regen doesn't see them as being dangerous. We'll see how I do with the tattoo. As for pain, I hear getting tattoos is erotic." Alysa grinned, biting on her bottom lip seductively.

"You're so different out of the ring. I like both sides of you."
 
"I think they are, I'm biased though. Skin being someone else's canvas, that slight sting of pain. There's a fear sometimes yet have to place the trust into someone else all the same." Some of those feelings went away, or might be stronger depending on other factors. The enticing nature of it all stuck with Nessa however. She was already considering another tattoo for herself, Nessa thinking her first day with the Bloodstones proper might be something to commemorate. Was hard to know what the tattoo would be as hadn't reached such a day yet but that just made the idea more exciting to her.

A soft smile came at the complement, might have even been the slightest sign of a blush. Raven and scarlet locks did best to hide such things however. "Art and violence were my escapes growing up. Gang I fell in eventually nudged me towards tattoo work. Keep me from the illegal work. They dealt in bad things like so many do. The hope was helping just rebellious idiots find something that worked for them however." It was always a worry if profit would triumph over the original intentions. With everything now though her old gang was a concern she had to push away. She couldn't go back to them as a lycan.

Finishing the stencil she slid it along the table for Cait/Alysa to get a better look at. A chance to approve it or make any last minute suggestions. "Sound like on the run. Probably won't stick around for some artist. What's the plan though if don't mind asking? Also where you want this?" Her interest in just getting to know Cait didn't surpass the desire to work. Using her tattoo gun on good skin, and seeing where night might lead were still very much dominant in her mind.
 
Alysa really wanted to find out whether or not getting a tattoo was going to be an erotic experience. But, as she sat there, something suddenly clicked in her mind. Nessa was petitioning to be a Bloodstone. The enemy of the Scions. She brought home someone that hates her pack. This was probably the worst thing she'd done in a while. Biting more on her lip, she looked away, glancing up at the ceiling.

Shit, you really mucked up, Alysa. Still, maybe this will be useful after all.

"I guess we'll see how I react, Nessa. Hopefully I'm not a let down." Flicking her eyes back to Nessa, she leaned forward and looked at the sketch once it was done.

"At least your gang pushed you to do something worthwhile that wasn't normal gang stuff. I think being a tattoo artist is fantastic." Grinning widely, Alysa studied the sketch and nodded in satisfaction.

"Sketch looks good and I'd like it on the middle of my back. As for your question, I'm not on the run, just on my own. I don't really have a plan, kind of just playing it by ear, haha. It's not like I'm going to disappear tomorrow. What about you? You're joining the Bloodstones? Can I ask why them?" Alysa asked, moving over to the couch seconds before sliding her shirt off and undoing her bra so Nessa could start tattooing.
 
She moved to the couch, positioning herself more to the side. She wanted to make sure Cait/Alysa had all the room might need to sprawl outward. Obviously jade eyes did linger on a top coming off but Nessa did try and be tasteful about it. To look not stare essentially,. Once in position a small amount of disinfectant was poured onto Nessa's hand. Wipes could have worked but the punk liked to more massage her canvas instead. Skin being clean was all required there was a sense of care though the artist liked to pour into things. Her touch was a blend of delicate and callus.

It was clear she tried to take care of herself and have a gentle touch. She wasn't exactly girly though and a life of fighting and playing with sharp objects did lead to some hardier skin. The parchment with the stencil was laid on the back. Hands gently looking to even it out before seizing the needle gun. "Arts only time I wasn't angry as a kid. My brothers I think knew tattooing would help me, but I think they also just wanted me out of their hair some." She remembered it all rather fondly, a stark contrast to her upbringing. She obviously meant the gang, but she said brothers all the same. The gang was family for her.

"Guy I said bye to. Bloodstone recruiter and my step dad. He fell for my mom, we lost her but he's helped me figure the whole werewolf thing out. Can't stay with gang I knew, and gangs are closest thing to family I know." Her words came as she began working on the tattoo. Her motions had remarkable control, one would think she'd been tattooing for decades. For all the vibrations and puzzling of the tattoogun she handled it more like an artists brush. Violence and ink were her talents. "Marcus is family so the hope is his family can turn my own."

Nessa got into her work, normally she did try some distance but she didn't need to hear. Normally she did work on a client or friend not someone to bed. Given that pitch though Nessa didn't mind delving into her work. Her touch and work with the needle ever so slightly more careful and invested. Nessa's breath able to be felt on Cait/Alysa's back. "Made it sound like you might be running off, glad I've still a shot at a round two." With how the line was delivered it was impossible to know if she meant another night or another cage fight. "What about you? Got a clan yet?"

Nessa didn't know of any conflict her gang had with others. Even if she did she was to knew for any feud to be a bitter one for her. Hell sometimes it was difficult to know if she was even that mad when she was in a feud. As a kid the other gang members got personal about things. While Nessa was very defensive of her people she usually was more having fun with the conflict then angry by it. On top of that, if this was all tangling with the enemy that just made the idea more exciting. Nessa was far more thrill seeker then rational thinker. Possibly wasn't even much of a thinker.
 
“The combination of your softness and callus on your hands are surprisingly soothing, Nessa.” Alysa’s voice was soft and she felt her body relaxing into the arm of the couch.

She closed her green eyes for a moment and easily settled down so that the tattoo wasn’t janked up. That was the last thing she wanted to happy. A fucked up tattoo because she was moving. Nope, that wasn’t happening. Listening to Nessa, she found herself wishing that her own gang had been that supportive of things she wanted to do. They weren’t though and she quickly learned just what all was expected of her. Of course, she jacked that up, but it didn’t matter anymore. It was just her and she needed to learn how to take care of herself properly. After tonight, that is. Tonight she was getting a tattoo and getting laid.

“Mm, I bet your brothers were proud of you with your tattooing and even with your being in their hair. Sounds like you had a great bunch of brothers.” Yeah, she knew that by brothers she knew that Nessa meant gang, but she opted to use the same language as the tattooist used. She was going to say more but listened to why Nessa was joining the Bloodstones. Maybe if the Scions were still around, she could poach her, but it was just too dangerous to even mention that she was a Scion. Regardless if the other female knew about them or not, it was just not worth the potential headache or death that might occur if she let slip what gang she belonged to.

“I’m sorry about your mother. I lost mine at a young age, so I have an inkling of how it felt to lose yours.” Alysa wasn’t so sure about becoming family with the Bloodstones, but it wasn’t like she really knew them. No, she only knew what Rowan had fed her when she was growing up with him. As she sat there, she let out a few hisses when more sensitive spots were hit, but there wasn’t a ton of pain, just some discomfort.

“I don’t have a family… or a gang. My dad was also killed when I was young and well… the guy that took me in and raised me is dead now also. So, I really have no one. I don’t mind it much sometimes, but other times I miss having the contact and …” She couldn’t say comfort because there wasn’t much of that, but she did miss… “conversation.” Alysa shuddered at the feel of Nessa’s breath on her back and that coupled with the inking was turning her on. Somehow she still managed to answer Nessa, though it was getting harder to think.

“I’m not running off anytime soon, don’t worry your sexy head. This city is my home and I don’t know where I’d even run off if I was planning on fleeing. You’re going to get a shot at a round two, Nessa, don't you worry. In or out of the cage, I want to grapple with you.” Her voice was low and it was clear she meant grappling in the bed, though maybe another cage fight could happen.

“My entire clan was killed off just a little bit ago and I haven’t bothered looking for another family.” That was all she was going to say because she wasn’t sure just what Marcus had told Nessa about the Scions. The last thing she needed was to be killed while getting a tattoo.
 
Jade eyes lingered on the back. Ocasionally the process allowed her to look to see expressions and look to the face doing the talking. For the most part however naturally Nessa needed to focus on where she laid the ink more. Being so close to someone was tantalizing, seeing the skin the hints of muscle definition it'd always been easy to get lost in. The new lycan though realized the smell though was possibly more potent for her more then the others. An enjoyed aspect of things before, had far more hold on her now.

To her surprise though she also found herself in more control then we'll any other time sense being a werewolf. Usually she had been all to willing to give into temptations of late. How she fought even kind of conveyed this, it was barely any time before the claws came out or eyes went golden. For as enticed by the woman and nights promises as she was though there was still control. The artistry helped her put some semblance of a lid on her basic instincts. Her hands worked and her ears listened, she wasn't going to interruption the story.

"Sorry for your loss. Probably don't want a pack yet, but consider my le..door open. Can't replace what's gone but can help build something new. If wanted of course." Nessa figured it best to leave the options out there, some just wanted a wrestling partner for the night. Still she knew she would need to build something for herself here so she placed that offer on the table as well. How far things went she liked leaving to others, Nessa figuring herself somewhat helpless in these things. She liked art, a part of her couldn't help be a helpless romantic. She also though loved fighting she knew herself incredibly good at screwing things up.

"To much doom and gloom. And not the hot kind. New topic what's it been like being a wolf? Were you born one? Sense turned I've really wanted to uh wrestle, or fight. Might even be more loyal now. I can tell though I also might be more violent?" She had already been vicious but never been a killer. Few times she had done more serious criminal acts it also hadn't killed anyone, allowing her to never h a ve gotten close. Nessa found though the idea of such violence she was open to far more now. She wasn't going to turn a cage fight into a murder, but she could feel her body get excited at killing for her pack. Some rival gang or a police bust going south, she knew she could be a decent attack, dog.

As for the tattoo it wasn't to big or anything and time flew by when mid conversation and flirting. The process was moving along fairly well. The punk didn't rush it though. She wasn't going to do sloppy work just to enjoy the night sooner. She cared to much to treat a canvas right to be so reckless. The pup new to the world of lycanthropy, and woman who seemed all action no restraint or thought, had almost uncharacteristic control. In a way showing why her previous gang pushed her towards tattooing. It was the one place a rabid wolf seamed at peace.
 
Alysa was conflicted by Nessa’s proposal because deep down despite knowing it was a bad idea, part of her wanted to fake her identity and join the Bloodstones. On the other hand, they hate the Scions and she would no doubt be found out and get slaughtered. But, she could be with Nessa freely. Damn Rowan and his inability to get along with anyone. Had they bonded with the ‘Stones, maybe they could’ve been a powerhouse to all the other gangs in and around the vicinity. Sighing lightly, the redhead closed her eyes and just focused on how the tattooing felt. There wasn’t as much pain as she thought and it was doing a good job at turning her on. The sex was going to be magnificent and steamy.

“Mm… I’ll take you up on your open legs but for now, I am going to run solo when it comes to a pack. Maybe eventually I’ll come to see what the Bloodstones are all about, especially if we keep frolicking together.” She smirked while doing her best to keep from moving, eyes sliding up as she looked at nothing in particular. Did she miss her gang? No, except maybe Felix. He was always super nice to her. Sebastion too if she was being honest, but that was a one-time thing. He disappeared before the warehouse slaughter though she wasn’t sure when as Jason kept her pretty busy and was always up her ass.

“I completely agree with that, too much doom and gloom talk. Sorry, I just threw that all on you like that. You’re probably the first person I’ve talked to about my past in a while. No one else at the fighting ring even knows my real name. To them, I’m Caitia, who ironically was my best friend before I had to kill her. I turned her and she went berserk. Lord! Here I go again, boohooing!” Alysa huffed before musing a bit on Nessa’s question.

“Born a werewolf. My parents were both werewolves but didn’t belong to a pack. I can’t speak to how things go for those turned, but I’ve always been a spazz, especially when I’m supposed to be doing a mission. I used to want to be a model, but during that time I couldn’t control my shifting and nearly mauled someone that pissed me off. I’m more of a lover than a fighter but can hold my own. I don’t know if being a wolf plays into that or not, though my temper is a lot shorter than what I feel like it would be if I weren’t a wolf. Being violent might be because of being turned unless you were that way before being bitten. I think… I think it plays on your traits and amplifies them.” She managed to keep from shrugging, not wanting to botch the piece going on her back.

“How long has it been since you were bitten?”
 
There was a snicker at the continued innuendo. Well at this point maybe innuendo was doing it a disservice. That implied a level of cleverness and subtlety that the duo had mostly abandoned. There was no secret where at least the night was going and potentially others. It did sound like might be more friends with benefits then serious but Nessa didn't mind. Truthfully that might be easier when she thought about it. Being so new to the city rushing into relationships and fights probably wasn't the smartest idea.

Then again, Nessa's idea of smart was flirting while stabbing. Maybe she wasn't the one to go to for ideas in general.

There was a endearing reaction as stories went back to trauma. A smile made it to Nessa's features. A brief kiss being planted back of the neck. "Relax, I might find murder stories hot. Shitty it had to turn out that way can't imagine offing a friend. But fact been there is exciting." Nessa had never killed someone. She had come close though even as a little girl. Her time in a gang had her do plenty of harm to others that got her close. The gang of hers didn't want that for her, spared her such a vicious turn. Nessa herself though had wanted to go to such lengths. A feeling that only had grown sense her transformation.

She failed to be enough of a predator as a human to save her mom or step dad. She felt she needed to be such level of vicious now. "What's stopping you from being one? Then sure but seem to have a better grip on things now." Granted bring a model wouldn't help with laying low arguably. Nessa also figured though hiding in plain sight might do wonders. More then that however her gang pushed her to be more then a violent thug. She felt inclined to be like that for others, to push them to be better. Question was thrown back her way though and the punk chose to stay leaned in. Where her breath was hot on the back of Cait/Alysa's skin.

"I've been fighting sense I was ten. Dad was mean to my mom so I bit him. Did a lot of fighting, at tithrteen I nearly stabbed my dad to death. Fell into gangs not long after. Lot of anger fighting helped. Never killed anyone but come close probably more then a girl that age should have. Something something and then two months ago I'm getting bitten. Usually really into such things but that wasn't the place for it and nearly having throat torn out is little beyond kinky. Well least then." There was a snicker at herself, she knew of course the difference of enjoying pain and serious injuries. Apart of her couldn't help but be amused by thought of experimenting more.

"Never had much ambition, liked art sure but my passion was just wanting to be a bad ass. To fuck up abusive types, maybe steal their partner after." Though mentioning it reminded her of something. During the wedding before all the blood later, she'd mentioned maybe Nessa could just do tattoos and painting. Nessa didn't know what to do with th a t information though, might have been a possibility once but thoughts of violence were overwhelming to the senses. Nessa had people before pushing her to be better, for most her life though at her core she was a fighter.
 
At the kiss to the back of her neck, Alysa made a noise akin to a rumble, unable to purr successfully. Oh, if she could make that actual sound, sex would be a lot noisier. Well, in a different manner since she was fairly loud when lovemaking. She was under the belief that it was her duty to ensure her partner knew they were doing a good job. If not, what was the point of having someone to bone her? No, she could just as easily use one of her toys if she wanted a quiet night of relief. For some reason, she wasn’t loud when it was just her. Shaking her head at her lewd thoughts, the redhead couldn’t help but snicker at the idea of Nessa loving murder stories.

“Caitia was so pissed when I turned her. Man, I thought she was going to rip my face off and that was even before the sickness set in. Not really a fantastic murder story honestly. She got really sick, turned absolutely bonkers, and tried to kill me. I ended her just to keep her from escaping and killing her neighbor. He was inches from her front door and had no idea what was happening upstairs in her bedroom. It was quite the mess to clean up though and my adopted father was displeased that I had failed. Oh well, he’s dead now and can’t say shit to me anymore.” Alysa’s tone turned bitter and she clenched her jaw with a slight hiss. Stupid Rowan. Thankfully Nessa sidetracked her once again and she mused a bit on her question. Yeah, just what was keeping her from being a model? She wasn’t as hard-headed or hot-headed as before and no one to tell her no.

“Mm, that’s a good question, Nessa. Maybe I will take it up again but under a different name. Might as well because other than you, I’ve got nothing else going on in my life.” She shuddered thanks to the hot breath on the back of her neck and fought to focus on the words spoken, a slight frown crossing her face at what had happened to Nessa. Looks like she wasn’t the only one with a shitty childhood, but how interesting how different the two turned out. Maybe not interesting, but it still made her feel like she wasn’t alone in the injustice of the world.

“Oh wow, that’s a pretty intense story you’ve got there. Looks like we both had shitty dads, mm? As for your passion… nothing wrong with wanting to protect those being abused even if you end up stealing them from their abusive partner. Are you getting close to being done back there? Not rushing you, but I could use a drink of whiskey.”
 
If Nessa was honest with herself the kiss may have been to much. Or at least the reaction it got had clouded her mind some on the task at hand. Delight at the reaction though she reminded herself shouldn't ruin her job at hand, tempting as it was.

The story was a bit more traumatic then Nessa had hoped for. Sounded all more personal and horrific than perhaps what Nessa imagined. Her hands briefly looked to massage around where the ink gun had been. A look to ease the muscles before she provided the finishing touches on the deal. As well as provide a level of comfort to ease the tension the story lead to. She couldn't fault anything in the story and she liked the notions of defending oneself. For the punk though there wasn't a gore filled plot of revenge and the like however. It was a real story not the larger than life outcome she dreamt of. She still found it an interesting story though this whole world of lycanthropy had escaped her, only to be learning in the now just how human it all was. Nessa wanted to imagine a blood soaked fantasy but while it was a more violent world it wasn't as grandiose as she liked to imagine.

Nessa shared her own story thinking it all to unimpressive comparatively. She thought it cute almost how her real sense of self started with a bite. Some kid who couldn't fend off someone awful, her defense efforts was her biting and getting her ass kicked. Then her new life started by a werewolf biting her. It didn't carry the weight in comparison though."Does sound like you got me beat though. Beat me in a fight and innstory time. Sure not a dominatrix or anything?" Course neither instance directly liked to where the night was heading, she wanted to help keep that fire going though. Helped that Nessa didn't mind being a sub if required. She was more into being assertive obviously but there was fun to be had either way.

She was silent for a moment lost in admiring the muscles of the back and skin. Hyperfocused on performing her art work. "Probably few more minutes. Bit more detailing left. Then your free to drink, to do what you want with me. Whatever suits you. "Should do the modeling by the way, life's to short and we've seen how quick it ends. So chase ambitions, fuck, live ya know?"
 
Murmuring in delight at the impromptu massage, Alysa felt her muscles relaxing almost instantly. It always amazed her how someone’s hands could do that. Just touch the right spots and boom, relaxation. She didn’t have the patience to learn the technique and hoped that Nessa wouldn’t want to be massaged in return. Maybe she could fake it for a while, but eventually, the other female would know she was a charlatan. So, just being up front would probably be best even if she did want to make her feel just as good as she was feeling. OH! Maybe she’d show her appreciation while the two were banging each other. That she could do.

“Mm… you have nice hands.” Alysa’s voice was soft and she chewed a bit on the inside of her cheek while the tattoo gun once again started thrusting the needle into her back. Looking out across her place with half-lidded eyes, the redhead slowly forgot about the stories the two had just told and instead focused on what was happening that very moment. The past couldn’t be changed and she hoped that her future wouldn’t be a repeat of that past. She didn’t want to turn out like Rowan and the rest of the Scions. She wanted to live; truly live.

“Haha, what? Me, a dominatrix? No, no… not at all. If anything, I enjoy being submissive in the bedroom despite kicking ass out of it. You seem more of a dom type anyways, Nessa. Seems like you’d take pleasure in whipping someone until they were begging for release or whatever it was the whipping made them do or say. I’ve never had it done to me, so I’m unsure of the results.” Her face turned bright red and Alysa was so grateful that it couldn’t be seen. “Tell you what, I’ll maybe let you win in the bedroom.” Grinning, she chuckled before hissing when the needle hit a sore spot. At least Nessa was almost done because that whiskey was definitely calling her name.

“Fuck it, Nessa! You’re right, I need to live and I’m going to do just that! I’m going to call the modeling agency tomorrow and get signed up to do what I’ve always wanted to do. No one is going to stop me either!” She almost pumped her fist but remembered what was going on on her back, so she remained still. However, her innermost soul was buzzing in anticipation of truly doing what she wanted without anyone telling her she couldn’t.

“Means I shouldn’t fight anymore though. Can’t chance messing up my pretty face or body. I know I heal ‘n all but I also scar and I don’t want to end up being scarred and unable to model anymore. That would definitely break my heart, especially when the dream is almost in my grasp.”
 
There was a subtle smile at the responses Nessa got. She really did try and keep her hands soft and skin fair outside of her rough demeanor. Sure she loved violence her body wethered from countless fights but there was some hint of her that still craved to be feminine. Similarly her smile also bled into a snicker at the remarks over being a dom. It was impossible for her to refute. Nessa had grown to love dealing and taking pain it was an art form to her. She hadn't any of the provisions for it sense her turning. Those weren't worth bringing along but she did enjoy them all the same and had an assortment of toys once. "Don't give me the win, less fun that way."

As eager as she was her attention did lock in on finishing the tattoo. She wasn't going to allow herself to rush it just for the promise of where things might go. The excitement in Cait/Alysa was palpable in the next segment the free hand not working the tattoo gun briefly readied just in case. Nessa wanting to be ready to go for a pin or pause should it be required.. Emotions were reigned I'm however. "Plans all coming together. Soon there will be no competition to my regime." Nessa delivered it with wit, but one had to wonder if was also seriousness to the line. The punk did seem the sort who would want to be queen of the ring after all.

"Really should though. If modeling is the dream then fuck reservations about chasing down an agency." She was quiet for the last few minutes. Room left to respond before the hum of the gun halted. The punk taking a moment to rummage through her bag. A towl to wipe down the area. A quick snap of her phone. The tattoo captured in a picture, and shown before the other woman. She didn't see a mirror in the room so she settled for her phone. Nessa hadn't really dwelled on the action but the way she smelled the excitement from her. The slight excited twitch in her body language. Nessa had rushed to share her work because she was just passionate about her art. She wanted it known and shared patience slipping for the chance to illicit reactions sooner. The tattoo itself perfectly rendered taking original image to stencil to back piece. A brief additional moment to massage the area ease the muscles some, then Nessa removed herself from the almost mounted position over the other woman.

"Any final touches wanted?" Job was done, night could go anywhere. Yet the perfectionist in her left room for wanting even more from the process.
 
Alysa chuckled lightly at the notion of just rolling over and letting Nessa have the win tonight. No, she might not be a Dom, but she wasn't a whimpy submissive either. No, she was more of a brat and didn't like making things easy for anyone. Probably why she was always on Rowan's shitlist. Ah well, he was dead and she wasn't, so who was the loser now?!

"Don't worry Nessa, I'm not planning on letting you win easily tonight. It's so much better when there's a struggle." Rumbling softly or at least making a noise akin to rumbling, the redhead relaxed against the couch, waiting patiently. She was growing warm and was so grateful for Nessa's encouragement.

"Mm... yeah, you're right. I'm going to go for it. I know I got the looks and I've been practicing my runway walk. I'm done struggling and being afraid. Thank you... for everything." Alysa looked over her shoulder enough to flash a grin. Looking forward again, she let out a deep sigh, it becoming harder for her to sit still. Thankfully about that time the gun stopped and she was soon shown a picture of her tattoo.

"Holy crap, that's fucking fantastic! I can't see anywhere that needs touched up. You may be a great fighter, but it's obvious your talents lie in tattooing." Shifting to turn to face Nessa, she grinned once again.

"Ya want anything to drink?" Yep, Alysa still wanted her whiskey.
 
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