It wasn’t unnatural for the young vaewolf to skip out on his studies and venture into the city. It was a strong calling, a yearning if one wanted to call it that that lured him into slipping out of the house, Personally, his father didn’t mind it; his mother in the other hand would seek him out each time and literally drag him back and make him learn. Of course, Sergei was fairly pigheaded and could continue to break the rules to escape those boring, dull moments. This time, he made sure to grab a hooded cloak and donned it on as he made his way through the night.

The city was always so fascinating to him- this melting pot of creatures that anywhere else would be unable to cooperate. Especially when it came to the visiting humans. As he passed by the shops and inns, he could hear those succulent heartbeats of theirs echoing to his sensitive ears. The young vaewolf glanced around, watching some of them haggle for wares, others being accompanied by vampires as either blood slaves or for protection purposes. He could smell the werewolves around, and their flaring angry towards Kurayo’s visitors. It wasn’t long into his life that Nemesis would explain the hierarchy and why they hated the humans. It didn’t lead to him doing so as well, but it had a different effect, it made the youth…curious.

Sergei ended up coming into a tavern known for humans offering their services for blood-slaves and then some. He tipped the doorman and went into a large, spacious room where the patrons gathered. A small band was playing a soft, lovely tone that filled the atmosphere. The mixing of races could be blatantly seen while he moved onto the bar and soon have a goblet of blood slid his way. The warm elixir went down his throat smoothly and he let himself get consumed by the mood of the tavern and closed his eyes. Eventually, his hood slipped down from his head, revealing the vaewolf’s appearance that resembled a younger version of his father, only with longer hair.

Esme wasn’t a stranger to the blood club scene; there were many times that she would come to come to one of these fine establishments to forge deals and such with the owners. While the conversation would seem pleasure, much of the real details were coated by sweet words and gestures. While most of her deals did go smoothly, there was always someone that wanted to test her patience because she seemed vastly young or they questioned how well she could lead because she was a woman. Needless to say, she would make certain that it wouldn’t be questioned for long and the terms would be followed.

On this night, she had just finished making arrangements with the club owner here. It was a simple get in and get out procedure, if not a tad annoying due to his mild flirtatious nature. She would smile and laugh politely while inwardly she wasn’t too pleased with him. But the flow of coin and added protection towards her own business was enough for her to stomach it, for now. In the end, she (reluctantly) shook his hand and was making her way out when she noticed someone familiar at the bar. The smell gave away his identity and she could only shake her head with a smile before approaching him. “Hey there, handsome boy.

She placed a hand onto his shoulder before sitting right beside him. She knew that Sergei was a wild child and his mother would likely be driving herself mad with his whereabouts and safety. Fortunately Esme would make sure nothing happened to the Lady’s only son. The streets here without a guiding hand could prove overwhelming especially for a sheltered one like Sergei. “You know your mother will throw a fit if she found you in these parts, right?” Esme waved it off and called for a barkeep to deliver her some pale moon ale. Blood was absolutely not her thing, but she was in the company of a wolf that was also a vampire, so that part couldn’t be helped. “Relax, I’ll make sure that you return home after you had your fun, child.”