Post by Pandora LeAmour on Jun 10, 2009 20:28:32 GMT -5
Tathar Seregon
Pandora LeAmour
Trinity Elise Vadoma
Lilyian Tiernay
His wandering about the square brought him to the gardens soon enough, and he meandered about on the grass merrily puffing away on the pipe, every now and again leaning his head back to issue forth a few rings of smoke into the air. These he would watch as they danced lazily before the air would tear them apart, and this kept him occupied enough that he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, or rather the people within them
She had barely positioned her bottom on the bench when she caught wiff of the scent in which she knew quite by heart by now. Lycan. But not just any Lycan, the one that she had really hoped she wouldn't run into until she had fed and her wits were about her once more. Ah well, it appears the night wasn't going to go the way she had hoped at all. Calling forth, she greeted the Smithy.
"That stuff'll kill you, Darlin."
Her face held no hint of a smile, nor of a smirk which was more customed to be spotted among the innocent appearing 19 year old's face. It, however, neither appeared expressionless. Rather, she appeared to be grinding her teeth, her eye's watching as the Lycan puffed away on that awful smelling pipe. Why, it smelt almost as bad as he did... Almost.
Your call of greeting, if it could be called as such, brought him out of his reverie and he casually turned his head to the side, stopping where he was for the moment, giving it a few more puffs before withdrawing it from his lips, the heady scent of the burned leaves wafting about him as he exhaled, a hint of an almost polite grin appearing for a moment, but it was doubtedly genuine
"Now you and I both know that's impossible...It's just a plant."
He added the last part to the statement just in case there were mortals present who were eavesdropping, masking what he really meant.....such as the fact that the substance effected him no more than it would her, and that was hardly comparable to the damage it wreaked upon human cells...And it was odd, to him, as he looked at you...You didn't seem as full of potential energy as you normally did...There just wasn't the normal tensity in your muscles...But he played the thought off, thinking that you had perhaps lacked sleep as he had
Pandora gave a quiet chuckle, rare, and shook her head as she laughed. A few strands of her pulled back hair escaped the blue ribbon and fell over her left eye.
"Aye, darlin. A harmless habit."
Her eye's drifted away from the Lycan to take in the surround of the Garden. No one else seemed to be about. Perhaps it was simply too early yet.
"I trust your women are well?"
The question, which should have been sarcastically spoken, were dull and empty. No hidden meaning behind them. Another rare thing from Pandora or the Master of the City. Even as Pandora spoke them, she realized her error and after a mere pause, added onto her already complete sentence.
The big bad Smithy scared from his own home by two little girls.
The corners of her lips twitched, but no smile, no smirk appeared.
And there it was again...That nagging in his brain that was trying to tell him something, but he couldn't quite put a finger on it until you corrected yourself, and an almost cruel smile spread on his lips. He clasped the pipe in his teeth and walked slowly over, putting emphasis on his first word as he spoke
"The women are not my concern, and nor are they yours..." [/u]
He angled his steps, moving around you until he was standing behind you and to the right, leaning down ever so slowly, taking the pipe out of his mouth and cupping it in his right hand as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, but to also give you a clear scent of the hot blood running through his veins, most namely that in his throat, as he was close enough so that your sensitive hearing could no doubt make the beating of his heart sound as if it were a pounding drum
"You don't seem to be yourself.....Is something the matter...?"
His words were literally dripping with sarcasm, as quiet as they may be...A lycan, much like their mundane counterparts, could sense weakness when it was there....Just like you could[/color]
Pandora's gloved fingers dug into the solid wooden bench beneath her as she easily held her breath, not wanting to catch the scent he was tempting her with. Unfortunately, blocking out to sound of that beautiful heartbeat was next to impossible and she found herself biting roughly on her lower lip, a quiet hiss escaping her lips. The moment it passed though, Pandora was able to get herself under control, if barely. Her voice was strained, but still tinted with that charm vampires were simply blessed with.
"Why, if I didn't know better, Darlin, I'd think you were hinting at som..."
Her words cut off as she caught the faintest scent of mortals blood. Innocent be damned, blood was blood. She dared a slow breath inward. Female. Young. The Village. Confusion swept through the mind that Pandora sought out, trying to place a face with the aroma that mixed with the Lycan's own temptational drive.
"Mmm.:
She let out a quite but clearly orgasmic groan, uncertain if it was the mortals blood or the heartbeat of the Lycan whom was pushing her buttoms. Turning her head ever so slightly, Pandora flicked her tongue over the Lycan's skin but for a brief second, a playfully cocky smile finally coming to surface.
"A dangerous game you play, darlin."
Yes, she was still calling him Darlin even though the Healer was nowhere to be seen. She hadn't called him by his name but once, and wouldn't make that mistake again. And she couldn't very well call him for what he was, not outside the Tower walls. Mmm, but something did smell positively sinful...
That pause in your words as you spoke made him wonder....Were you considering that he was actually offering himself, or had something else caught your attention out here...? But he wasn't foolish enough to glance away...No, he needed to be able to watch your movements just in case. A dire vampire was just as dangerous as a regular one, if not more so, and he wasn't sure exactly how long you had been this way, so he wasn't taking chances. The touch of your tongue along his skin made him crane his face toward you, keeping his throat there, teasingly so, but protecting it with his head, and his jaws seperated, an inhuman, but quiet, huffing sound escaping his jaws as he exhaled. This was reminding him that he himself was rather hungry...almost alarmingly so, but he wasn't anywhere near dire straits yet
"I play no games, unlike you....Or do I...? Maybe you can answer." [/u]
Pandora straigned her neck so that she was tilting her head away from him and his damned heartbeat. Her voice held a little more hint of the Master of the City rather then the hungry simple undead girl.
"You play, oh yes Darlin, you play. But not with me, no? You play with everyone else."
She inhaled deeply, once again shifting so that she was peering back at him, directly into his eyes though she doubted he'd look into her own.
"You play games every day with the women in the Village. With the travellers, the bystanders, the Healer. All a game. But with me, there is no reason to play, now is there?" [/b][/i]
Her lips twitched into a smirk, not a challanging one but one in which reflected that she was merely speaking what she believed to be the truth.
"Or perhaps..."
Pandora inhaled again, the scent of the Lycan mingled with the mortal whom was quite a distance away causing her to groan again, quietly.
"Perhaps, you play games even with yourself."
Her eye's bore into his, no charms, no enchantments, no attempt to get into his mind. She had no need to as of yet.
The scent of the mortal grew fainter as Pandora focused on the Lycan invading her personal space. Not because she was as foolish as the Healer and was in love with him, but because it was safer. Secretly, she prayed that the mortal would take her time in that there village.[/color]
He couldn't suppress a small and quiet chuckle, though by the sound of it he was having difficulties suppressing the urge to change, as it were, his voice wavering into deeper, almost growling tones before coming back to normal. His instincts were telling him to eat...To take the opportunity that had presented itself and to gorge himself on the flesh sitting right here, no matter how cold and bitter tasting it might be...But in the end he fought it back enough to keep his composure
"I live....and I survive...By whatever means I have at the time. We are opportunistic creatures, you and I, and however much we may try to deny it our...stronger halves...always seem to come out on top. I embrace what I am to the fullest, is all..."
No, he had no need to play games....And he did indeed not look into your eyes....No, he wasn't that foolish. He didn't know if he was strong enough to resist your pull, and he wasn't going to test it. Instead he would stare into your forehead, right between those eyes
The way in which Tathar spoke, not his tone but his choice in words indicated that the opportunity had come and gone and he was once again back to business so to speak. Pandora turned her head away from him, and stared out across the small garden and towards the shops that lined the other half of the square. Without focusing on him any longer, Pandora could catch the faint scent of another mortal. Ah yes, now it all made sense.
Your women are about tonight, Darlin. Are you sure your change in attitude is certain?
She was almost daring him to leave her. To let her hunt and feed knowing that the two women from his home a nigh' ago were afoot. Tilting her head, first left and then right, Pandora traced the outline of her lips with the tip of her tongue.
Tell me you would not care if I chose another instead of you? Tell me it would not cross your mind frequently as you picture it step by step. Tell me, darling, that you would not regret withdrawing your offer. She sniffed again at the air, longing to close her eyes and seek out someone other then the two mortal and clearly innocent women that wandered not all that far away, but resisting that longing. She clearly trusted the Lycan more then he did her, but wasn't willing to allow him to figure that out for himself.
"No....I wouldn't. My survival is first and foremost in my mind. But you may want to leave the healer be. I have a feeling that the Queen would not take kindly to you if she were harmed."
He smirked, then....But he didn't pull away, instead resting his elbows on the back of the bench enough to be mildly comfortable in this position. In truth, should you move to try and take either of them, he would try to stop you...And by rights he could kill you for breaking your own laws and going rogue, no matter how starved you may be. No, he wasn't going to let you do something so drastic...He would do what was best, however the situation went
Pandora gave a brisk nod of her head. It was amazing how the moodswings between the two of them could give any mortal watching whiplash.
My niece would accept my actions simply because she fears me. They all do.
Pandora didn't say this with a snide hitch in her voice, clearly not bragging. She was simply stating a fact. There were no Pandora and Master of the City. To everyone else, they were one and the same. Only Pandora herself knew that the two didn't always agree. That beneath the Master of the City, she was just a girl. Centuries of experience taught her that the girl got nowhere in life, and was often best to bury her.
Since Tathar clearly was being professional, Pandora chose to be so as well.
I trust you are settling in well, Darlin? The women are keeping thee company and thy shop seems to be doing quite well.
Idle chatter. Why, she might as well have asked about the weather.
Will you be joining me this weekend or have you made other arrangements?
She continued to look anywhere but beside nor behind her where the Lycan was leaning. Cold. Calculated. Business.
He smirked again. Trinity was the only healer that the realm had, as far as he knew, so the Queen would likely take some form of action against you should anything befall her...But he didn't voice this, feeling that it may be better at the moment to just let the subject lay where it was, and he nodded at your question about how he was settling. He couldn't complain, really. He had a business that was necessary, therefore personally cornering that particular market in these lands, and he had company...most of the time...be it wanted or not, and upon the mention of the coming week's end he shifted position slightly, turning to look at the space in front of the bench
"As far as I know, yes, I will still be joining you."
Pandora couldn't help but sense the change in him when she mentioned their upcoming time together, and she let out a quiet laugh.
Aww, come on now, Darlin. You act like it's the worse way one could spend their night.
She said this with a joking matter, though often she wondered the same. Did the NightWorld choose to stay with her for the protection of the Realm, or perhaps did they actually enjoy her company if even for the few moments before and after all rational thinking turned off. Either way, it shouldn't matter to her.
"And what of other matters. Is there anything else I should be aware of from your own lips before I hear of them elsewhere?"
As she asked this question, she shifted on the bench so that she was sitting sideways, her short legs drawn up, one arm hanging around the back of the bench. Her face mere inches from his shoulder once more. For a brief moment, she didn't look like the master of the city, or even like a few centuries old undead, but a mere woman in her prime, asking a question between two close friends, while already knowing the answer.
She didn't even show her own niece this side of her, but having not fed yet, it was immensly difficult to keep the Master of the City tough girl illusion up.
He huffed slightly. The idea of spending the night cooped up within a cage didn't exactly rank very high on his list of things he enjoyed during the full moon....As for why he went....well, it was honestly more for the protection than anything else....As by the time your rounds were finished and you stood outside his cell it was already past time for civilities and he was much more beast than anything else
"Yes, actually. The healer told me that she was.....in love with me, poor girl." [/u]
Pandora simply gave a nod of her head at his comment about the Healer. She had already known this, but respected him for telling her himself.
I see. And what of this wounded girl in your bed?
Pandora's eyebrows arched. She showed no jealousty, nor hint of anger. Merely curiousity. Her niece was supposed to be the one to inform her of new arrivals, but she had been so busy lately with that so called Advisor of hers, that Pandora hadn't seen her since well before the last Moon Phase.
Shifting once more, Pandora slid her feet back to the grassy ground beneath her, her eye's casting around. It just crossed her mind that she was never going to attract a meal with the big ol bodyguard looking Lycan standing at her side. No wonder no one had approached her.
She had a few more questions for the Smithy, though, before she sought food. It was difficult enough getting him alone, and she wasn't about to let her hunger control the duty she felt she had.
Well, he wasn't going to lie about it, now was he? He had nothing to hide, and as he'd expressed to the healer, at least he had tried to before he was at a loss for words, he did not feel the same way. And at the mention of the woman who had been in his bed he laughed, a short and almost barking sound before it was supressed
"I had been in the forest collecting wood when I heard a sound. When I investigated I found her collapsed. When I brought her to the village the healer was out, so I took her home until something could be done." [/u]
She gave another slow nod of her head as Tathar finished his explination of the wounded girl whom slept on those very sheets Pandora herself had purchased. She hadn't been looking for an explination, but rather any sort of information about the girl in general.
I see. And what do you make of this woman, Darlin?
In all honesty, Pandora wasn't interested in WHY the woman was in his bed, she had already known that from her evesdropping on the conversation the nigh' before. She wanted, however, to know exactly what this woman was doing in the woods. How she had stumbled upon Tranquility, and most importantly, was she a threat.
As the Master of the City manipulated the conversation by asking the necessicary questions, Pandora inwardly began to grow frustrated. She was hungry, she was moody, and goddammit she wanted to do something totally unexpected of her.
Your growing aggravation escaped his notice for the moment as he tried to recall every little detail of information about the woman that he could, leaning in once again to whisper in your ear when he was satisfied that he hadn't looked over anything
"A regular human, as far as I can tell...Doesn't seem to recall very much from before I found her. Other than that, there's nothing aside from the fact that she was quite injured."
And he lingered for a moment or two before drawing away to look to the space before the bench once more...Why? Who knows...Maybe the scent of meat was starting to tempt him even more, now
Pandora gave a brisk nod of her head, her hand reaching out to trace a single fingertip along his cheek to the jut of his chin and then removed it to lower back to her lap.
Your information is appreciated, Darlin.
Her eye's continued to watch him as he watched nothing. A moment of silent passed between them, and then another. The Smithy watching the bench, the Master of the City watching the Smithy. Then slowly a smirk formed upon her face.
Perhaps this is not a conversation for the outdoors. Have you any of that tea left that your Healer brought to you?
Alright, so she was killing two birds with one stone. She didn't particularly drink tea, but it was an excuse to get out of the Garden where anyone could overhear their coversation. Two members of the opposite sex whispering back and forth on a bench... There was too much opportunity for gossip that way, and Pandora didn't fancy her name slipping from the lips of anyone... Well, not quite anyone.
Her smirk stretched to a genuine smile as that thought entertained her mind, watching the Smithy. Physically shaking her head, Pandora drifted back to her previous line of thought. How the Healer would have a fenzy were she to find out the woman she detested drank her tea...
Perhaps a more.. intimate setting is in order? [/u]
He simply nodded at her approval of the provided details concerning the newest addition to the ranks of the lands, choosing to act indifferent towards the tracing of his jaw with her finger, his gaze staying on the empty area for those few quiet moments before turning to face you once more, nodding at the mention of the tea. He still had the entire jar left, in fact, as he hadn't thought to make any that day or the previous night. He stood upright at the mention of the setting and offered his hand. If he was to keep up the ruse of talking with a friend, then he had better be polite...Though, he wouldn't have been rude to begin with.
Pandora chuckled quietly and placed her gloved hand into his outstretched palm, as he offered it, slowly rising from her seated position on the bench. When she stood, she released his hand, however linked her arm through his before he had the chance to withdraw it completely.
"Very well. Shall you lead the way, Darlin?"
Pandora had a little difficulty with this. After all, she was so accustomed to being followed and thus the one leading, that when she was outside the Tower, playing the part of a mere female of little importance, it was a challange to remember that she must allow others to do the leading. Something she still needed to practice, as she didn't have much experience allowing someone else to seem in control.
Her steps were slow as she followed the Smithy across the garden and in the general direction of his small shop and room. She offered no conversation at this point, allowing him to have the opportunity to speak without being asked anything directly.
He nodded and led the way as asked, feeling rather odd at having you on his arm like this, even though it was a ruse. He kept his pace slow enough so as to accomodate your own stride since his legs were longer. After all, he didn't want to be dragging you along, now did he? In any case, he offered little as to conversation, being naturally a quiet person as the first few weeks of his residency here attested to. Plus, what did one discuss with a master vampire when they were trying to blend in with the normal inhabitants? Of this he was unsure, so he simply kept his words to small comments on the storm the previous night, and how he had all but lost his axe within the woods when he brought the injured woman into the village. And it was soon that they would reach his shop, and he opened the door, motioning, as a gentleman should, for you to enter first
Pandora had simply answered his idle chatter with Mmms and Ahhs. The walk wasn't all that far, anyways, a mere four doors down from the furthest corner of the Garden.
When they arrived, she detatched herself from his arm, so he could easily open the door and step aside. Playing the polite girl, she gave a small nod, and stepped into his small shop. No sooner was she in the door, that Pandora disguarded her cloak onto one of his machines. She kept her back to him, a clear sign that she obviously trusted him, and studied the room.
In all honesty, this was the first time she actually had a chance to look around. It was tidy, for a workspace. Small, and cluttered, but tidy. She continued to study his most prized possessions until she heard the door close behind her, and Pandora smiled slightly, knowing he could not see her face.
"Now..."
She pivioted on her heels and gave him the best 'tempting look' she could muster without actually using her charms on him.
"About this thirsy of mine... "
Indeed, he shut the door behind him, turning to face you....well...he would have been had your back not been turned towards him, and his arms crossed about his chest, watching as you looked over the area, raising a brow as you turned and looked at him like that, mind wondering slightly at your words. He knew you weren't speaking of the tea, but he couldn't help but remember some tales he'd heard over his travels about vampires not being able to stomach real food, and the thought made him grin a bit. If it were true, then that was just a one up his kind had over them...He could eat whatever he wished, so long as 90 percent of it was meat. Gotta love being a carnivore...
"What about it...?"
The question was more matter of factly than anything else, but could be interpreted either way, and his tone of voice was indifferent
She chuckled quietly and took a timidlooking step towards him. In fact, she wasn't timid at all, naturally, but she didn't quite want to push her luck just yet. The step didn't bring her close enough to him, however, to reach, and thus she took another, her gloved hand reaching out to cup his chin, should he allow it.
"You did promise me some tea, though I'm certain you're aware that tea is not really my beverage of choice."
A playful smile tugged at the corners of her lips, threatening to break surface. She kept her hand there, standing all too close for someone's personal bubble.
"And now that we are finally... unobserved..."
She let that sentince hang in the air, as she watched him, waiting for a reaction. Pandora never made the first move when it came to dealing with someone whom did not quite fit the evildoer list of meals. She was so close to him, that his heartbeat, his heat, and even his scent occupied her mind, combining with the primative instint that he stirred. Had she been just a little futher away, and fully fed already, she would have caught the scent of the mortal women approaching.
He chuckled a bit at that, feeling the coolness of the glove against his skin. His head was throbbing, now, the pounding of his own pulse deafening in his ears as he was trying to keep himself in check. Intimacy was his only vice.....well, that and the tobacco...Wait, he'd lost his pipe somewhere....He cursed himself inwardly for doing to...That pipe was ivory, and over a century old, to boot. Those thoughts kept his mind occupied enough to prevent what he was fearing, as he didn't want to lose control at the moment. He would no doubt lose your favor if he did so, whatever favor he did have. His face lowered, and as he did so so did his entire form until his face was mere centimeters away from your cold flesh, his hot breath bathing the skin of your shoulder as he spoke
"Yes, unobserved we are...Did you have anything in particular in mind...?"
She grinned as his words left his breath upon the skin of her shoulder, and she gently grazed his shoulder with her teeth, just barely breaking the skin. She did not, however, allow that blood to run into her mouth, for once a Vampire tasted blood, it was impossible to do anything gently. Being a master vampire didn't mean that she was immune to the fenzy that overtook when the taste of blood hit the tongue, though it did give her enough restraint to make it last should she wish it. However, giving the state of her feeding habits as of late, she wasn't quite certain of even that much.
"Oh, I've a few thing's in mind."
She grinned and using her free hand, dug the tips of her nails into his shoulder, peircing both shirt and skin, a quiet purr escaping at the mere thrill of it. Why, here was someone she could injure whom wouldnt' scream cry and take days to recover like Mathas would. Suddenly, keeping Mathas around didn't seem so necessicary after all. One step at a time though...
Pandora took a step away from the Lycan, a grin on her face as she placed her fingertip into her mouth, savoring the small sip of 'tea'. She instantly gripped his shoulders with both hands and pulled him with her as she stumbled first backwards, and then around, to shift their positions so her back was to the front of the shop, his face in the direction of the door.
With the small taste of blood, the sound of his heartbeat and the mere lust of more, Pandora's fangs decended, and with this position it prevented anyone outside the shop to see it happening. They'd simply see the backframe of a woman leaning into a rather tall and lumbering Smithy, as if telling secrets.
One more coy smile into his face, and Pandora bent forward, prepairing to do a little more piercing without the aid of her nails.
*Reaching the shop, she'd grinned at you before raising her hand and knocking*
Lilyian giggled softly at the look on Trin's face, she felt as giddy as her. She wanted Trin to be happy...she was so kind. She bit her lip in anticipation
While her teeth grazed his shoulder he was fighting with himself much more than before, and the sharp pinprick as his skin was broken ever so slightly didn't help that fact. At her words he grinned openly, not only in reaction to them, but also to keep pressure on his jaws and against his teeth. The pressure building up beneath them as he fought the change that the sense of lust he was feeling brought on. The stabbing sensation that erupted from his shoulder as her nails dug into his flesh only fueled this, and by this point it was nearly all he could do to keep it from happening, but as before, he held the reigns tight and maintained control. Right about now he was beginning to wish that he had the degree of such that his father had, but that was neither here nor there, and his thoughts were broken as she turned him around, and his hands moved to grasp her sides just below her ribs. He'd never been fed on by a vampire before....and just in case he wanted the extra leverage of having her in his grasp should he falter...It was then that the knock on the door was heard, his gaze snapping up toward it, but choosing to try and ignore it for the moment. Unbeknownst to him in his current state of mind, he had the lanterns still burning, so it would be easy to tell that someone was within....Maybe he was just doing something and would answer it in a moment?
She barely had time to register that his hands were on her hips before she too heard the knocking at the door. Biting harder on his neck, though still not sucking the blood inward to her mouth, Pandora prevented herself from hissing. Seeing, however, as he made no move to answer it, she sniffed the air. The Healer and the Wounded woman. With a quiet groan, Pandora pushed him away, unable to retract the decended fangs.
"It's your women."
She hissed. For half a second there, she was almost ready to leave them at the door in hopes they'd just go away, but knew better of it. If they spotted the ongoings, there would be hell to pay. Hissing once more, Pandora attempted to shove the Lycan out of her way, and she stormed into the back of his shop where she knew his cot was.
"Deal with it."
She then made a point of slamming the back door so hard that it chipped at the frame. Pacing back and forth in there, Pandora struggled to get a grip on herself, her hands taking grip on his small cot, in attempt to ease the anger and frustration that she was feeling. This simply was not the way the Master of the City was supposed to carry on, and it certainly wasn't the way she wanted the town to learn about her.
*She looked a little puzzled when nobody came to the door, having seen a light on inside. Maybe he was in the back or something and hadn't heard her. So, she raised her hand and knocked again, a bit harder this time. About the time she did though, she heard a door slam inside somewhere, that startling her a bit*
Lilyian jumped as she heard a thud from inside. She felt a wave of uneasiness wash over her...something didn't feel quite right. She snuck a side ways glance at Trinity and swallowed hard when she realized she looked alarmed also. She waited silently feeling her body start to shake
When those fangs entered his flesh he made a silent groan, lips moving but not a sound escaping...No, unlike poor little fragile Mathas he enjoyed pain...He loved it...and even as he felt his near burning hot blood begin to trickle from the wound she pulled away, and at the mention of "his women" he snarled, albeit quietly...How much more inopportune could they be, coming to call at his door this time of night...and for what, he wondered? Quickly he threw on his cloak, it being dark enough to mask the slow seeping of blood running from his neck for the little while he would need for it to heal, and he watched almost longingly as she fumed off to his room, slamming the door behind her. The damage to the frame went unnoticed, for now, as his attention turned to the door. He picked up a hammer and one of the unfinished horseshoes and snatched it open, trying to mask the sound as if he'd been working a bit late, though his expression was slightly stern as he looked between the two visitors
"Yes...?" [/u]
*She'd jumped at the abrupt way he'd opened the door, jerking her head up to look at him*
I am sorry to bother you Tathar. Do forgive the intrusion. lady Lilyian and I were wondering if she might have said anything yestereve that might give us any sort of clue about her, about what skills she might have. She is wanting to find a job.
*She fell silent then, chewing her lip as he seemed highly agitated*
Lilyians heart beat fast when Tathar thrusted the door open. Cold chills shivered up spine as she looked at him. She was sure something didn't seem right. She nodded as Trinity explained their reason for visiting
He looked to the healer as she spoke first, forcing his expression to soften to a near perfect copy of what it normally was, the tone of his voice evening out, and in his defence he had to think of a lie, something he hated doing, and he stepped outside to lean against the outer wall of the smithy, a thoughtful expression coming to his face
"Forgive me...I was trying to do some light detail work and I thought you might have been another person coming to complain about the noise....And no. I do not recall her saying much of anything until she woke up, and that was just to ask me my name. Anything after that was said while you were around. And as for work....Well, I could use an assistant now and again, but it wouldn't be considered "light" duties." [/b][/u]
He then turned to look at Lilyian, scrunching his lips a bit before continuing
"Can you deal with a little firm work and a lot of heat?" [/b][/color][/u]
Pandora was growing impatient. The more time she spent in the back room, the more aware she became of her previous actions. In her frustation, Pandora 'accidently' broke the bed that both women out there had seen. The crack was hardly noticable from the back of the house, the noise not quite loud enough to make it to the front of the shop. Now what... She couldn't very well stand back here all bloody night!
Suddenly the realization that she really ought to go feed hit her, before she ended up getting them both into a world of trouble. The only problem was getting out. Her eyes scanned the back room, looking for anything that would allow her an escape route. Nothing... With a quiet groan, Pandora ranked her hands through her hair, adjusted her cloak securely around her shoulders again, and tugged the hood up.
Taking a moment to prepair herself, and thinking of the laws, Pandora's fangs finally retracted. She brushed her lips to ensure there was no telltale dripping about, and very casually, stepped out of the small room. She didn't bother telling him he no longer had a cot there, infact, she didn't bother even looking at him.
Instead, her eye's remained on the two mortals and she gave a forced smirk.
"I see you are otherwise engaged, Darlin. I shall see myself home."
She brushed inbetween the two women, careful to ensure her cloak covered the coldness of her skin to at least a small degree. When she was safely behind the women, she turned and risked a glance at the Smithy, snapping her regular teeth. Then with a coy smirk, she turned away and slowly began the walk back to the tower. She kept a mortals pace not only for appearances, but so she could hear the conversation behind her for a few more moments.
Poor Mathas was in for a serious treat by the time she got back to the Tower. If he hadn't been able to round up a meal, he would soon discover exactly what a vampire was capable of.
Pandora LeAmour
Trinity Elise Vadoma
Lilyian Tiernay
His wandering about the square brought him to the gardens soon enough, and he meandered about on the grass merrily puffing away on the pipe, every now and again leaning his head back to issue forth a few rings of smoke into the air. These he would watch as they danced lazily before the air would tear them apart, and this kept him occupied enough that he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings, or rather the people within themShe had barely positioned her bottom on the bench when she caught wiff of the scent in which she knew quite by heart by now. Lycan. But not just any Lycan, the one that she had really hoped she wouldn't run into until she had fed and her wits were about her once more. Ah well, it appears the night wasn't going to go the way she had hoped at all. Calling forth, she greeted the Smithy. "That stuff'll kill you, Darlin."
Her face held no hint of a smile, nor of a smirk which was more customed to be spotted among the innocent appearing 19 year old's face. It, however, neither appeared expressionless. Rather, she appeared to be grinding her teeth, her eye's watching as the Lycan puffed away on that awful smelling pipe. Why, it smelt almost as bad as he did... Almost.
Your call of greeting, if it could be called as such, brought him out of his reverie and he casually turned his head to the side, stopping where he was for the moment, giving it a few more puffs before withdrawing it from his lips, the heady scent of the burned leaves wafting about him as he exhaled, a hint of an almost polite grin appearing for a moment, but it was doubtedly genuine "Now you and I both know that's impossible...It's just a plant."
He added the last part to the statement just in case there were mortals present who were eavesdropping, masking what he really meant.....such as the fact that the substance effected him no more than it would her, and that was hardly comparable to the damage it wreaked upon human cells...And it was odd, to him, as he looked at you...You didn't seem as full of potential energy as you normally did...There just wasn't the normal tensity in your muscles...But he played the thought off, thinking that you had perhaps lacked sleep as he had
Pandora gave a quiet chuckle, rare, and shook her head as she laughed. A few strands of her pulled back hair escaped the blue ribbon and fell over her left eye. "Aye, darlin. A harmless habit."
Her eye's drifted away from the Lycan to take in the surround of the Garden. No one else seemed to be about. Perhaps it was simply too early yet.
"I trust your women are well?"
The question, which should have been sarcastically spoken, were dull and empty. No hidden meaning behind them. Another rare thing from Pandora or the Master of the City. Even as Pandora spoke them, she realized her error and after a mere pause, added onto her already complete sentence.
The big bad Smithy scared from his own home by two little girls.
The corners of her lips twitched, but no smile, no smirk appeared.
And there it was again...That nagging in his brain that was trying to tell him something, but he couldn't quite put a finger on it until you corrected yourself, and an almost cruel smile spread on his lips. He clasped the pipe in his teeth and walked slowly over, putting emphasis on his first word as he spoke "The women are not my concern, and nor are they yours..." [/u]
He angled his steps, moving around you until he was standing behind you and to the right, leaning down ever so slowly, taking the pipe out of his mouth and cupping it in his right hand as he leaned in to whisper in your ear, but to also give you a clear scent of the hot blood running through his veins, most namely that in his throat, as he was close enough so that your sensitive hearing could no doubt make the beating of his heart sound as if it were a pounding drum
"You don't seem to be yourself.....Is something the matter...?"
His words were literally dripping with sarcasm, as quiet as they may be...A lycan, much like their mundane counterparts, could sense weakness when it was there....Just like you could[/color]
Pandora's gloved fingers dug into the solid wooden bench beneath her as she easily held her breath, not wanting to catch the scent he was tempting her with. Unfortunately, blocking out to sound of that beautiful heartbeat was next to impossible and she found herself biting roughly on her lower lip, a quiet hiss escaping her lips. The moment it passed though, Pandora was able to get herself under control, if barely. Her voice was strained, but still tinted with that charm vampires were simply blessed with. "Why, if I didn't know better, Darlin, I'd think you were hinting at som..."
Her words cut off as she caught the faintest scent of mortals blood. Innocent be damned, blood was blood. She dared a slow breath inward. Female. Young. The Village. Confusion swept through the mind that Pandora sought out, trying to place a face with the aroma that mixed with the Lycan's own temptational drive.
"Mmm.:
She let out a quite but clearly orgasmic groan, uncertain if it was the mortals blood or the heartbeat of the Lycan whom was pushing her buttoms. Turning her head ever so slightly, Pandora flicked her tongue over the Lycan's skin but for a brief second, a playfully cocky smile finally coming to surface.
"A dangerous game you play, darlin."
Yes, she was still calling him Darlin even though the Healer was nowhere to be seen. She hadn't called him by his name but once, and wouldn't make that mistake again. And she couldn't very well call him for what he was, not outside the Tower walls. Mmm, but something did smell positively sinful...
That pause in your words as you spoke made him wonder....Were you considering that he was actually offering himself, or had something else caught your attention out here...? But he wasn't foolish enough to glance away...No, he needed to be able to watch your movements just in case. A dire vampire was just as dangerous as a regular one, if not more so, and he wasn't sure exactly how long you had been this way, so he wasn't taking chances. The touch of your tongue along his skin made him crane his face toward you, keeping his throat there, teasingly so, but protecting it with his head, and his jaws seperated, an inhuman, but quiet, huffing sound escaping his jaws as he exhaled. This was reminding him that he himself was rather hungry...almost alarmingly so, but he wasn't anywhere near dire straits yet "I play no games, unlike you....Or do I...? Maybe you can answer." [/u]
Pandora straigned her neck so that she was tilting her head away from him and his damned heartbeat. Her voice held a little more hint of the Master of the City rather then the hungry simple undead girl. "You play, oh yes Darlin, you play. But not with me, no? You play with everyone else."
She inhaled deeply, once again shifting so that she was peering back at him, directly into his eyes though she doubted he'd look into her own.
"You play games every day with the women in the Village. With the travellers, the bystanders, the Healer. All a game. But with me, there is no reason to play, now is there?" [/b][/i]
Her lips twitched into a smirk, not a challanging one but one in which reflected that she was merely speaking what she believed to be the truth.
"Or perhaps..."
Pandora inhaled again, the scent of the Lycan mingled with the mortal whom was quite a distance away causing her to groan again, quietly.
"Perhaps, you play games even with yourself."
Her eye's bore into his, no charms, no enchantments, no attempt to get into his mind. She had no need to as of yet.
The scent of the mortal grew fainter as Pandora focused on the Lycan invading her personal space. Not because she was as foolish as the Healer and was in love with him, but because it was safer. Secretly, she prayed that the mortal would take her time in that there village.[/color]
He couldn't suppress a small and quiet chuckle, though by the sound of it he was having difficulties suppressing the urge to change, as it were, his voice wavering into deeper, almost growling tones before coming back to normal. His instincts were telling him to eat...To take the opportunity that had presented itself and to gorge himself on the flesh sitting right here, no matter how cold and bitter tasting it might be...But in the end he fought it back enough to keep his composure "I live....and I survive...By whatever means I have at the time. We are opportunistic creatures, you and I, and however much we may try to deny it our...stronger halves...always seem to come out on top. I embrace what I am to the fullest, is all..."
No, he had no need to play games....And he did indeed not look into your eyes....No, he wasn't that foolish. He didn't know if he was strong enough to resist your pull, and he wasn't going to test it. Instead he would stare into your forehead, right between those eyes
The way in which Tathar spoke, not his tone but his choice in words indicated that the opportunity had come and gone and he was once again back to business so to speak. Pandora turned her head away from him, and stared out across the small garden and towards the shops that lined the other half of the square. Without focusing on him any longer, Pandora could catch the faint scent of another mortal. Ah yes, now it all made sense. Your women are about tonight, Darlin. Are you sure your change in attitude is certain?
She was almost daring him to leave her. To let her hunt and feed knowing that the two women from his home a nigh' ago were afoot. Tilting her head, first left and then right, Pandora traced the outline of her lips with the tip of her tongue.
Tell me you would not care if I chose another instead of you? Tell me it would not cross your mind frequently as you picture it step by step. Tell me, darling, that you would not regret withdrawing your offer. She sniffed again at the air, longing to close her eyes and seek out someone other then the two mortal and clearly innocent women that wandered not all that far away, but resisting that longing. She clearly trusted the Lycan more then he did her, but wasn't willing to allow him to figure that out for himself.
"No....I wouldn't. My survival is first and foremost in my mind. But you may want to leave the healer be. I have a feeling that the Queen would not take kindly to you if she were harmed." He smirked, then....But he didn't pull away, instead resting his elbows on the back of the bench enough to be mildly comfortable in this position. In truth, should you move to try and take either of them, he would try to stop you...And by rights he could kill you for breaking your own laws and going rogue, no matter how starved you may be. No, he wasn't going to let you do something so drastic...He would do what was best, however the situation went
Pandora gave a brisk nod of her head. It was amazing how the moodswings between the two of them could give any mortal watching whiplash. My niece would accept my actions simply because she fears me. They all do.
Pandora didn't say this with a snide hitch in her voice, clearly not bragging. She was simply stating a fact. There were no Pandora and Master of the City. To everyone else, they were one and the same. Only Pandora herself knew that the two didn't always agree. That beneath the Master of the City, she was just a girl. Centuries of experience taught her that the girl got nowhere in life, and was often best to bury her.
Since Tathar clearly was being professional, Pandora chose to be so as well.
I trust you are settling in well, Darlin? The women are keeping thee company and thy shop seems to be doing quite well.
Idle chatter. Why, she might as well have asked about the weather.
Will you be joining me this weekend or have you made other arrangements?
She continued to look anywhere but beside nor behind her where the Lycan was leaning. Cold. Calculated. Business.
He smirked again. Trinity was the only healer that the realm had, as far as he knew, so the Queen would likely take some form of action against you should anything befall her...But he didn't voice this, feeling that it may be better at the moment to just let the subject lay where it was, and he nodded at your question about how he was settling. He couldn't complain, really. He had a business that was necessary, therefore personally cornering that particular market in these lands, and he had company...most of the time...be it wanted or not, and upon the mention of the coming week's end he shifted position slightly, turning to look at the space in front of the bench "As far as I know, yes, I will still be joining you."
Pandora couldn't help but sense the change in him when she mentioned their upcoming time together, and she let out a quiet laugh. Aww, come on now, Darlin. You act like it's the worse way one could spend their night.
She said this with a joking matter, though often she wondered the same. Did the NightWorld choose to stay with her for the protection of the Realm, or perhaps did they actually enjoy her company if even for the few moments before and after all rational thinking turned off. Either way, it shouldn't matter to her.
"And what of other matters. Is there anything else I should be aware of from your own lips before I hear of them elsewhere?"
As she asked this question, she shifted on the bench so that she was sitting sideways, her short legs drawn up, one arm hanging around the back of the bench. Her face mere inches from his shoulder once more. For a brief moment, she didn't look like the master of the city, or even like a few centuries old undead, but a mere woman in her prime, asking a question between two close friends, while already knowing the answer.
She didn't even show her own niece this side of her, but having not fed yet, it was immensly difficult to keep the Master of the City tough girl illusion up.
He huffed slightly. The idea of spending the night cooped up within a cage didn't exactly rank very high on his list of things he enjoyed during the full moon....As for why he went....well, it was honestly more for the protection than anything else....As by the time your rounds were finished and you stood outside his cell it was already past time for civilities and he was much more beast than anything else "Yes, actually. The healer told me that she was.....in love with me, poor girl." [/u]
Pandora simply gave a nod of her head at his comment about the Healer. She had already known this, but respected him for telling her himself. I see. And what of this wounded girl in your bed?
Pandora's eyebrows arched. She showed no jealousty, nor hint of anger. Merely curiousity. Her niece was supposed to be the one to inform her of new arrivals, but she had been so busy lately with that so called Advisor of hers, that Pandora hadn't seen her since well before the last Moon Phase.
Shifting once more, Pandora slid her feet back to the grassy ground beneath her, her eye's casting around. It just crossed her mind that she was never going to attract a meal with the big ol bodyguard looking Lycan standing at her side. No wonder no one had approached her.
She had a few more questions for the Smithy, though, before she sought food. It was difficult enough getting him alone, and she wasn't about to let her hunger control the duty she felt she had.
Well, he wasn't going to lie about it, now was he? He had nothing to hide, and as he'd expressed to the healer, at least he had tried to before he was at a loss for words, he did not feel the same way. And at the mention of the woman who had been in his bed he laughed, a short and almost barking sound before it was supressed "I had been in the forest collecting wood when I heard a sound. When I investigated I found her collapsed. When I brought her to the village the healer was out, so I took her home until something could be done." [/u]
She gave another slow nod of her head as Tathar finished his explination of the wounded girl whom slept on those very sheets Pandora herself had purchased. She hadn't been looking for an explination, but rather any sort of information about the girl in general. I see. And what do you make of this woman, Darlin?
In all honesty, Pandora wasn't interested in WHY the woman was in his bed, she had already known that from her evesdropping on the conversation the nigh' before. She wanted, however, to know exactly what this woman was doing in the woods. How she had stumbled upon Tranquility, and most importantly, was she a threat.
As the Master of the City manipulated the conversation by asking the necessicary questions, Pandora inwardly began to grow frustrated. She was hungry, she was moody, and goddammit she wanted to do something totally unexpected of her.
Your growing aggravation escaped his notice for the moment as he tried to recall every little detail of information about the woman that he could, leaning in once again to whisper in your ear when he was satisfied that he hadn't looked over anything "A regular human, as far as I can tell...Doesn't seem to recall very much from before I found her. Other than that, there's nothing aside from the fact that she was quite injured."
And he lingered for a moment or two before drawing away to look to the space before the bench once more...Why? Who knows...Maybe the scent of meat was starting to tempt him even more, now
Pandora gave a brisk nod of her head, her hand reaching out to trace a single fingertip along his cheek to the jut of his chin and then removed it to lower back to her lap. Your information is appreciated, Darlin.
Her eye's continued to watch him as he watched nothing. A moment of silent passed between them, and then another. The Smithy watching the bench, the Master of the City watching the Smithy. Then slowly a smirk formed upon her face.
Perhaps this is not a conversation for the outdoors. Have you any of that tea left that your Healer brought to you?
Alright, so she was killing two birds with one stone. She didn't particularly drink tea, but it was an excuse to get out of the Garden where anyone could overhear their coversation. Two members of the opposite sex whispering back and forth on a bench... There was too much opportunity for gossip that way, and Pandora didn't fancy her name slipping from the lips of anyone... Well, not quite anyone.
Her smirk stretched to a genuine smile as that thought entertained her mind, watching the Smithy. Physically shaking her head, Pandora drifted back to her previous line of thought. How the Healer would have a fenzy were she to find out the woman she detested drank her tea...
Perhaps a more.. intimate setting is in order? [/u]
He simply nodded at her approval of the provided details concerning the newest addition to the ranks of the lands, choosing to act indifferent towards the tracing of his jaw with her finger, his gaze staying on the empty area for those few quiet moments before turning to face you once more, nodding at the mention of the tea. He still had the entire jar left, in fact, as he hadn't thought to make any that day or the previous night. He stood upright at the mention of the setting and offered his hand. If he was to keep up the ruse of talking with a friend, then he had better be polite...Though, he wouldn't have been rude to begin with.Pandora chuckled quietly and placed her gloved hand into his outstretched palm, as he offered it, slowly rising from her seated position on the bench. When she stood, she released his hand, however linked her arm through his before he had the chance to withdraw it completely. "Very well. Shall you lead the way, Darlin?"
Pandora had a little difficulty with this. After all, she was so accustomed to being followed and thus the one leading, that when she was outside the Tower, playing the part of a mere female of little importance, it was a challange to remember that she must allow others to do the leading. Something she still needed to practice, as she didn't have much experience allowing someone else to seem in control.
Her steps were slow as she followed the Smithy across the garden and in the general direction of his small shop and room. She offered no conversation at this point, allowing him to have the opportunity to speak without being asked anything directly.
He nodded and led the way as asked, feeling rather odd at having you on his arm like this, even though it was a ruse. He kept his pace slow enough so as to accomodate your own stride since his legs were longer. After all, he didn't want to be dragging you along, now did he? In any case, he offered little as to conversation, being naturally a quiet person as the first few weeks of his residency here attested to. Plus, what did one discuss with a master vampire when they were trying to blend in with the normal inhabitants? Of this he was unsure, so he simply kept his words to small comments on the storm the previous night, and how he had all but lost his axe within the woods when he brought the injured woman into the village. And it was soon that they would reach his shop, and he opened the door, motioning, as a gentleman should, for you to enter firstPandora had simply answered his idle chatter with Mmms and Ahhs. The walk wasn't all that far, anyways, a mere four doors down from the furthest corner of the Garden. When they arrived, she detatched herself from his arm, so he could easily open the door and step aside. Playing the polite girl, she gave a small nod, and stepped into his small shop. No sooner was she in the door, that Pandora disguarded her cloak onto one of his machines. She kept her back to him, a clear sign that she obviously trusted him, and studied the room.
In all honesty, this was the first time she actually had a chance to look around. It was tidy, for a workspace. Small, and cluttered, but tidy. She continued to study his most prized possessions until she heard the door close behind her, and Pandora smiled slightly, knowing he could not see her face.
"Now..."
She pivioted on her heels and gave him the best 'tempting look' she could muster without actually using her charms on him.
"About this thirsy of mine... "
Indeed, he shut the door behind him, turning to face you....well...he would have been had your back not been turned towards him, and his arms crossed about his chest, watching as you looked over the area, raising a brow as you turned and looked at him like that, mind wondering slightly at your words. He knew you weren't speaking of the tea, but he couldn't help but remember some tales he'd heard over his travels about vampires not being able to stomach real food, and the thought made him grin a bit. If it were true, then that was just a one up his kind had over them...He could eat whatever he wished, so long as 90 percent of it was meat. Gotta love being a carnivore... "What about it...?"
The question was more matter of factly than anything else, but could be interpreted either way, and his tone of voice was indifferent
She chuckled quietly and took a timidlooking step towards him. In fact, she wasn't timid at all, naturally, but she didn't quite want to push her luck just yet. The step didn't bring her close enough to him, however, to reach, and thus she took another, her gloved hand reaching out to cup his chin, should he allow it. "You did promise me some tea, though I'm certain you're aware that tea is not really my beverage of choice."
A playful smile tugged at the corners of her lips, threatening to break surface. She kept her hand there, standing all too close for someone's personal bubble.
"And now that we are finally... unobserved..."
She let that sentince hang in the air, as she watched him, waiting for a reaction. Pandora never made the first move when it came to dealing with someone whom did not quite fit the evildoer list of meals. She was so close to him, that his heartbeat, his heat, and even his scent occupied her mind, combining with the primative instint that he stirred. Had she been just a little futher away, and fully fed already, she would have caught the scent of the mortal women approaching.
He chuckled a bit at that, feeling the coolness of the glove against his skin. His head was throbbing, now, the pounding of his own pulse deafening in his ears as he was trying to keep himself in check. Intimacy was his only vice.....well, that and the tobacco...Wait, he'd lost his pipe somewhere....He cursed himself inwardly for doing to...That pipe was ivory, and over a century old, to boot. Those thoughts kept his mind occupied enough to prevent what he was fearing, as he didn't want to lose control at the moment. He would no doubt lose your favor if he did so, whatever favor he did have. His face lowered, and as he did so so did his entire form until his face was mere centimeters away from your cold flesh, his hot breath bathing the skin of your shoulder as he spoke "Yes, unobserved we are...Did you have anything in particular in mind...?"
She grinned as his words left his breath upon the skin of her shoulder, and she gently grazed his shoulder with her teeth, just barely breaking the skin. She did not, however, allow that blood to run into her mouth, for once a Vampire tasted blood, it was impossible to do anything gently. Being a master vampire didn't mean that she was immune to the fenzy that overtook when the taste of blood hit the tongue, though it did give her enough restraint to make it last should she wish it. However, giving the state of her feeding habits as of late, she wasn't quite certain of even that much. "Oh, I've a few thing's in mind."
She grinned and using her free hand, dug the tips of her nails into his shoulder, peircing both shirt and skin, a quiet purr escaping at the mere thrill of it. Why, here was someone she could injure whom wouldnt' scream cry and take days to recover like Mathas would. Suddenly, keeping Mathas around didn't seem so necessicary after all. One step at a time though...
Pandora took a step away from the Lycan, a grin on her face as she placed her fingertip into her mouth, savoring the small sip of 'tea'. She instantly gripped his shoulders with both hands and pulled him with her as she stumbled first backwards, and then around, to shift their positions so her back was to the front of the shop, his face in the direction of the door.
With the small taste of blood, the sound of his heartbeat and the mere lust of more, Pandora's fangs decended, and with this position it prevented anyone outside the shop to see it happening. They'd simply see the backframe of a woman leaning into a rather tall and lumbering Smithy, as if telling secrets.
One more coy smile into his face, and Pandora bent forward, prepairing to do a little more piercing without the aid of her nails.
*Reaching the shop, she'd grinned at you before raising her hand and knocking*Lilyian giggled softly at the look on Trin's face, she felt as giddy as her. She wanted Trin to be happy...she was so kind. She bit her lip in anticipation
While her teeth grazed his shoulder he was fighting with himself much more than before, and the sharp pinprick as his skin was broken ever so slightly didn't help that fact. At her words he grinned openly, not only in reaction to them, but also to keep pressure on his jaws and against his teeth. The pressure building up beneath them as he fought the change that the sense of lust he was feeling brought on. The stabbing sensation that erupted from his shoulder as her nails dug into his flesh only fueled this, and by this point it was nearly all he could do to keep it from happening, but as before, he held the reigns tight and maintained control. Right about now he was beginning to wish that he had the degree of such that his father had, but that was neither here nor there, and his thoughts were broken as she turned him around, and his hands moved to grasp her sides just below her ribs. He'd never been fed on by a vampire before....and just in case he wanted the extra leverage of having her in his grasp should he falter...It was then that the knock on the door was heard, his gaze snapping up toward it, but choosing to try and ignore it for the moment. Unbeknownst to him in his current state of mind, he had the lanterns still burning, so it would be easy to tell that someone was within....Maybe he was just doing something and would answer it in a moment?She barely had time to register that his hands were on her hips before she too heard the knocking at the door. Biting harder on his neck, though still not sucking the blood inward to her mouth, Pandora prevented herself from hissing. Seeing, however, as he made no move to answer it, she sniffed the air. The Healer and the Wounded woman. With a quiet groan, Pandora pushed him away, unable to retract the decended fangs. "It's your women."
She hissed. For half a second there, she was almost ready to leave them at the door in hopes they'd just go away, but knew better of it. If they spotted the ongoings, there would be hell to pay. Hissing once more, Pandora attempted to shove the Lycan out of her way, and she stormed into the back of his shop where she knew his cot was.
"Deal with it."
She then made a point of slamming the back door so hard that it chipped at the frame. Pacing back and forth in there, Pandora struggled to get a grip on herself, her hands taking grip on his small cot, in attempt to ease the anger and frustration that she was feeling. This simply was not the way the Master of the City was supposed to carry on, and it certainly wasn't the way she wanted the town to learn about her.
*She looked a little puzzled when nobody came to the door, having seen a light on inside. Maybe he was in the back or something and hadn't heard her. So, she raised her hand and knocked again, a bit harder this time. About the time she did though, she heard a door slam inside somewhere, that startling her a bit*Lilyian jumped as she heard a thud from inside. She felt a wave of uneasiness wash over her...something didn't feel quite right. She snuck a side ways glance at Trinity and swallowed hard when she realized she looked alarmed also. She waited silently feeling her body start to shake
When those fangs entered his flesh he made a silent groan, lips moving but not a sound escaping...No, unlike poor little fragile Mathas he enjoyed pain...He loved it...and even as he felt his near burning hot blood begin to trickle from the wound she pulled away, and at the mention of "his women" he snarled, albeit quietly...How much more inopportune could they be, coming to call at his door this time of night...and for what, he wondered? Quickly he threw on his cloak, it being dark enough to mask the slow seeping of blood running from his neck for the little while he would need for it to heal, and he watched almost longingly as she fumed off to his room, slamming the door behind her. The damage to the frame went unnoticed, for now, as his attention turned to the door. He picked up a hammer and one of the unfinished horseshoes and snatched it open, trying to mask the sound as if he'd been working a bit late, though his expression was slightly stern as he looked between the two visitors"Yes...?" [/u]
*She'd jumped at the abrupt way he'd opened the door, jerking her head up to look at him*I am sorry to bother you Tathar. Do forgive the intrusion. lady Lilyian and I were wondering if she might have said anything yestereve that might give us any sort of clue about her, about what skills she might have. She is wanting to find a job.
*She fell silent then, chewing her lip as he seemed highly agitated*
Lilyians heart beat fast when Tathar thrusted the door open. Cold chills shivered up spine as she looked at him. She was sure something didn't seem right. She nodded as Trinity explained their reason for visiting
He looked to the healer as she spoke first, forcing his expression to soften to a near perfect copy of what it normally was, the tone of his voice evening out, and in his defence he had to think of a lie, something he hated doing, and he stepped outside to lean against the outer wall of the smithy, a thoughtful expression coming to his face "Forgive me...I was trying to do some light detail work and I thought you might have been another person coming to complain about the noise....And no. I do not recall her saying much of anything until she woke up, and that was just to ask me my name. Anything after that was said while you were around. And as for work....Well, I could use an assistant now and again, but it wouldn't be considered "light" duties." [/b][/u]
He then turned to look at Lilyian, scrunching his lips a bit before continuing
"Can you deal with a little firm work and a lot of heat?" [/b][/color][/u]
Pandora was growing impatient. The more time she spent in the back room, the more aware she became of her previous actions. In her frustation, Pandora 'accidently' broke the bed that both women out there had seen. The crack was hardly noticable from the back of the house, the noise not quite loud enough to make it to the front of the shop. Now what... She couldn't very well stand back here all bloody night! Suddenly the realization that she really ought to go feed hit her, before she ended up getting them both into a world of trouble. The only problem was getting out. Her eyes scanned the back room, looking for anything that would allow her an escape route. Nothing... With a quiet groan, Pandora ranked her hands through her hair, adjusted her cloak securely around her shoulders again, and tugged the hood up.
Taking a moment to prepair herself, and thinking of the laws, Pandora's fangs finally retracted. She brushed her lips to ensure there was no telltale dripping about, and very casually, stepped out of the small room. She didn't bother telling him he no longer had a cot there, infact, she didn't bother even looking at him.
Instead, her eye's remained on the two mortals and she gave a forced smirk.
"I see you are otherwise engaged, Darlin. I shall see myself home."
She brushed inbetween the two women, careful to ensure her cloak covered the coldness of her skin to at least a small degree. When she was safely behind the women, she turned and risked a glance at the Smithy, snapping her regular teeth. Then with a coy smirk, she turned away and slowly began the walk back to the tower. She kept a mortals pace not only for appearances, but so she could hear the conversation behind her for a few more moments.
Poor Mathas was in for a serious treat by the time she got back to the Tower. If he hadn't been able to round up a meal, he would soon discover exactly what a vampire was capable of.
