Tathar's New Home

[Pandora LeAmour]

Tathar Seregon
Pandora LeAmour

His forge was finally roaring once more, the completed cart sitting outside. Having not had the chance to sleep during the past night he had gone to retrieve his axe, which had suffered severely from the eve before's storm, but it was saveable. And what was more, the tree he had felled was still in good condition, and without much swelling to boot. He had sectioned it up and brought it back and, as soon as the wood was dry enough to work with, he had finished putting the thing together. It was simple enough looking to the naked eye, but just in case there were several compartments hidden in the frame to hide his coin and rare gems that he may bring back from his travels...And he would need to leave rather soon, too. He was running low on metals, using a great deal of what little he had to fashion the breast plate he was working on now. The tongs in his right hand and the small, rounded hammer in his right he was giving it depth, hammering it with one side to push the metal out and then turning it, beating the inside even and smooth.

Eventually his form broke once more into a rhythm that seemed completely natural to him, and so it should, judging by how long he had been doing this. Strike, turn, hammer, strike, turn, hammer...The movements flowed through him as familiar and instinctual as threathing or a heartbeat. It was monotonous, of course, but it was what he knew, and he was good at it. The repetition let his body work itself into a groove, and that was when he took the time to think, his mind working over recent happenings and events, even those of note. Most notably was the need to go and find his pipe in the square once he had finished with this piece. And afterwards, he needed to start looking for another bed
Soon he was finished with this particular piece. At least, as far as he would go with it. The next step required the aid of his new assistant, and while he was on that thought he began to wonder where she was. He was sure that he'd told her that she could start today, and here it was reaching evening and there was no sign of her. He did hope the girl was alright, and he wouldn't berate her too severely for being a no show on her first day as she was still injured. He toyed with the thought of a fitting task for her in punishment, but shrugged it away. Polishing the armor would serve well enough, and not be too severe.

In any case, it was time to start shutting down the shop, so he picked his foot up from the bellows control, allowing the coals to cool for the night, and went about cleaning everything up, wiping down the anvil, sweeping away the tiny bits of metal that sparked away when the red-hot substance was beaten, and all manner of mundane tasks that were needed to operate a smithy. In truth, if Lilyian had showed, this would be her job from now on, but the thought of just leaving it be never crossed his mind for a simple second. Messes made mistakes, and he hated mistakes.

Pandora woke from her DayDeath a half hour earlier then usual. Her mind alert and focused on those within the Tower. Actually, the place seemed rather quiet this evening, and she didn't fail to notice that Mathas for once wasn't waiting impatiently for her. It had been right to send him away. Tonight's agenda was relatively simple. Hunt. Of course, there was always something unexpected to attend to, but at least she had a plan.

Slipping from her bed, Pandora set about getting herself dressed. She dawned on a simple gown consisting of a single layer, colored in the deepest of blues. Matching slippers were placed on her bare feet, and to top off the outfit, she struggled her fingers into lighter shaded blue elbowlength gloves. Her hair remained down, freely so. Tonight she simply had no patience for pins.

Tonight she wasn't going to bother trying to lure out the evildoers that might be lurking within Tranquility. Instead, she had decided that she would travel to a larger realm nearby that promised easier hunting grounds. The treat from the insane captive was enough to sustain her through the night, but Pandora knew that she would need a serious hunting ground tonight if she wished to retain enough lifeforce to see her through the rest of the week.

With a simple drop, she landed on the balls of her feet, her left hand placed squarely on the stone floor beneath her to balance out the weight. A quick glance around indicated that the Meeting Room was empty, and she slowly rose to her full height. With a single hand, Pandora tucked her hair behind her right ear and traced the outline of her lips with the tip of her tongue.

She debated checking in with the Smithy and her niece first to see if they would be needing anything from outside Tranquility walls while she was out, but hadn't entirely decided on it. After all, it wasn't her job to provide for them.

Once he was satisfied that the place was cleaned up enough in his eyes to be passable he took a short break, retreating to his room for a bit to change out of his work clothes and into something a bit more comfortable. Some simple breeches and a thin shirt would suffice, and these he donned, putting baclk on his only footwear, those ruggedly worn, but oh so comfortable, boots. He may have to pick up a new pair when he went for more materials, as well.

Crossing the Meeting Room, Pandora headed for the back door, giving a pleasant nod to William whom stood, her cloak in hand, waiting for her. As he slipped it around her shoulders, Pandora used gloved fingers to fasten it and tug on the hood, once again needing to tuck her hair behind her ears.

"I shall be travelling outside Tranquility this evening, William. Please inform anyone whom comes seeking me."

The, stepping outside, Pandora slowly walked around the outline of the Tower. She knew, initially, that she could have simply entered the Woods at the back of the tower and headed to a nearby realm from there, but even as she entertained this knowledge, her feet carried her away from the easier route.

"I'll just cut through the Square first," [/i]she mentally noted. She was hoping to locate someone whom would be in need of a quick few coins that could carry a few thing's back for her. Mentally, she knew exactly what she was doing. She was taking the long route so that she would be forced to pass by Hammerfall Forge. She rationalized it with the fact that she really did have to go to the Tavern and see if she could find a fool willing to either navigate her carriage or at least load everything into it for her.

Pandora slowed her pace even moreso as she came towards the Smithy's shop. She didn't stop to visit, though she did want to. There would be time for fun later, she childed herself as she continued walking by without so much as glance towards the Smithy's windows.
Instead, she continued on down the road until she reached the Inn, hung a right and walked a few doors down until she came to stand infront of the local Tavern. With a quick glance around, Pandora stepped inside, using the 'mortals' enterance. She gave a brisk nod to Obsi and her sister, mentally communicating that she would be sitting with the mortals this evening.

She then stood there, quite aquwardly, scanning the small room. She had hoped there would be a larger crowd so that she could hire a cabbie for the carriage. Pandora had never actually steered it herself before, in all these years. One day she'd learn, but for now...

Her eye's drifted from abandoned chair to abandoned chair, until the rested on a small group of men whom looked well past their drinking limit. With a tight frown, she made point to remove her cloak hood, and unfasten the clip that held it in place. Slipping the disgarded cloak over an abandoned chair at an empty table, Pandora then lowered herself onto another chair. She was certain she had caught the group of men's attention, and judging by their attitudes, wouldnt' need much in the way of charms to get one's attention.

Sure enough, a few moments later and two of the men from the small drunkend group abandoned their friends to approach her. Pandora gestured, with a flirty smile plasted on her face, to a few of the abandoned chairs at her table.

"Gentlemen."

It was obvious they were way in over their heads as one could barely stand on his own two feet, but that might very well work in her favor. With a little bit of charm, the task of hiring one of them was relatively simple and completed rather quickly. Rising from her chair, Pandora placed three silver shillings on the table.

"I shall be ready in five minutes."

The men nodded and returned to their own table, slapping each other on the back as in celebration for such an easy job. Pandora then rose from her chair, retrieving her cloak, and headed for the bar. Even as she moved, she could hear the catcalls of the drunkards behind her. Too easy.
With a secretive smirk, Pandora spoke quietly with Obsi and her sister, until her hired man for the evening arrived to inform her a carriage was ready. Giving the tenders a brisk nod, Pandora then followed him out, ready to set forth for Sacared Stones. [/color]

(Pandiora Travels to Sacred Stones)

As their carriage travelled along, Pandora glanced out the windowed frame to watch Sacared Stones come into sight. It truely was a magnificant view, and perhaps under difference circumstances, she would have quite enjoyed exploring. Tonight, however, she was here on business, not pleasure.

As the small carriage came to a bumpy stop, and the drunkard in which she had hired before setting forth on the trip stepped down, Pandora pushed aside the fabric that acted as a door. She did not care to wait for the slow mortal to assist her down, as she was perfectly capable of doing so herself.

"I have a meeting at the Tavern just up the way."

Pandora fetched into her cloak and withdrew a rolled parchment, which she promptly handed over to the hired hand.

"These are the items you will need to purchase. You will also need to hire a crate to travel home with us so all the items will fit."

She then placed in his hands a small bag of coins.

"That should be enough to cover each required item, and nothing more. Your pay will be received upon our arrival home, am I understood?"

Pandora placed a single gloved hand along the man's cheek, as if flirtingly teasing him of exactly what sort of pay he could expect should he accurately do his job. As the man leered at her and nodded his head, moving in for a pretaste of a kiss, Pandora patted him once more and step away, smoothly ducking his lips.

"I shall meet you back here in one hour."

And with that, Pandora set forth for the tavern.

The local Tavern here in Sacared Stones wasnt all that difficult to locate, and before she knew it, Pandora was stepping into the shabby lit room. The noise bristled around her, and she smiled inwardly. A full house. Exactly what she needed. Slowly, Pandora removed her cloak and draped it over her arm, her intense blue eye's scanning the crowd for an easy mark.

As her eye's came to rest on a rather attractive young lad, she gave him a flirty smile, and slowly made her way to an abandoned chair at an already crowded table. Just as she knew he would, the strapping young man approached her almost instantly, inquiring as to if she would care to dance.

This was, after all, what Pandora had come here for. With a playfully shy smile, she nodded her head and placed her glove hand into his outstretched palm, allowing him to lead her into the clearing of tables which was marked as the dancefloor.

As the two of them proceeded to move around the small area in a waltz dance, Pandora locked eye's with him and spoke quietly. "Enchanting evening, no?" She waited while he responded, and then continued, soothing simple words that delighted him. Mostly lines of charm and her goopd fortune that such a strapping young lad had asked her hand in dance.

As the man tawed to her charms, Pandora leaned forward and gently raked her lips over the right side of his thrat, a tremble shaking through her as she felt his pulse beneath such flimsy skin.

Turning on the enchantment that all Master Vampires had, Pandora flooded his mind with sensual images, urging him to feel as if he were having a rather intimate moment right there on the floor. And then, with these illusions floating through his mind, she pierced his skin and drank. Slowly at first, until the thirst overtook her. To anyone watching, it was simply man and women sharing secrets and slow kisses while they danced. To her, it was a lifeline. She drank until she could feel his pulse starting to slow, and then forced her lips to withdraw from his neck. The man swayed on his feet and mumbled something about how he must have drunk more then he orignally thought, and apologized when he stepped on her foot.

In all honesty, she hadn't even realized he did! Pandora chuckled quietly and thanked him for the dance, before depositing him in a chair. With a concerned voice, she suggested he sit down until the alcohol settled a bit as he looked a little dizzy and pale. Of course, he agreed.

Pandora then returned to her chair, to wait for the next man whom offered her a dance.

Again and again, Pandora repeated the same actions. Accepting a dance partner, enchanting him, and feeding just enough until he wobbled on his feet, before releasing him to his chair and moving on. Within an hour, she had feasted enough to survive the coming week without the need for a meal. No one suspected a thing, and when she had all she needed, Pandora gathered up her cloak and headed back towards her carriage, certain to pat each man on the knee as she went by.

When she arrived at her carriage, she was pleased to see the hired man loading the last bit of her order into the crate in which was positioned along side her own carriage.

"Did you manage to get everything on the list, lad?"

He nodded his head as he grunted and heaved another large sak onto the small trailerbed. She gave him a nod of her own, and climbed into the carriage to take a seat and wait.

As she waited her mind drifted back over last eve's... situation. The Hidden realm of Tranquility was certainly livening up, so to speak. A playful smile touched at the corner of her lips.

Soon enough, Pandora, the drunkard in which came with her, and the additionally hired man to pull the crate were on the move again, heading for home once more.

(Pandie returns to HRT)

As they pulled up to the Forest, Pandora called to the driver to halt the carriage. She would walk from here on into the Hidden Realm of Tranquility. It would be quicker and far more pleasant then riding bumpily along through the trees and unleveled ground of the Forest.

"You can meet me in the Village, please. 41 Crystal Alm Path. Should you arrive before I do, the door is unbolted. Simply unload the items there. I shall arrive before you are finished with your payment."

Pandora then turned towards the forest, and set off, at a painfully mortals pace to begin with until she could no longer see the carriage behind her, and thus the men could no longer see her. Then her pace picked up, and Pandora all but flew through the trees, for lack of a better word. Ah, the freedom.

Her eye's kept lert incase she ran into the Shadowmancer again, but did not sense anything watching her. When she came to the barrier marker, Pandora slowed her pace once more. This close to Tranquility, and with the Healer making so many trips into the Forgotten Forest as of late, Pandora couldn't risk anyone seeing her blur by.

He was here, within his forge, lounging about, still waiting to see whether or not the young woman was going to show up, as well as writing a letter to the healer, Trinity. Truth be told, he felt slightly bad about the way things had gone, and the letter was to apologize, as well as describe why a relationship between the two of them was not possible...Omitting a few details, of course

Stepping from the forest and onto the wellworn path from pervious travellers, Pandora adjusted her cloak and once again drew her hood up over her head. Patting around, she located a small slip of parchment that she had tucked into the folds of her clothes earlier while in Sacared Stones.

Carrying it now, in her closed hand, Pandora headed towards the Square. Her plan: To leave the carefully written letter under the Smithy's shop door, and head on until she reached the Village. With the company always in attendance with the Smithy, she had no doubt that he would not find the letter until later, giving her plenty of time to ensure that the earlier purchases were unloaded, the hired hand was paid, and the items were properly put into the small empty hut which would become Tathar's home away from the shop.

In truth, this wasn't the first home that Pandora purchased within the village. More often then not, she subletted out her property within the Village to new arrivals under the condition that they paid her weekly for their lodgings until the balance was fully paid off. She never once furnished the place for them, that was their own duty.

But seeing as how she had wrecked the Smithy's cot the eve before, she felt it was the least she could do. Her purchases were nothing fancy. A simple cot, a few fabrics and quilts for the bed. A rug to go along front of the fireplace that had been built into the hut's foundation. A few small items that Pandora herself considered of importance. Alright, so she might have pushed her luck when she purchased a few items of clothing and a pair of hunting boots, but dammit even she needed to induldge occassionally.

As she approached Hammerfalls Forge, Pandora tuned into her senses in hopes of catching a few voices which she fully expected to hear within the small Smithary. Hearing nothing, Pandora slowed her steps even more. She even scooped up the helm of both cloak and gown. She didn't want to make a noise. When she was standing directly outside the shop's door, Pandora bent at the waist, and carefully slipped the letter beneath the small crack in the door. Then, just as quietly, Pandora stepped away and briskly continued walking towards the Village. There was much to be done, and seeing as she had dined on four strapping young men this evening, she was in high spirits.

As he wrote, his quill scribbling neatly over the parchment. For this particular bit of communication, he would rather not use the smudgy and gaudy lines created by using bits of charcoal as writing implements, and so he hed managed to dig around and find one of these fancy little buggers, no doubt the property of the original smithy. Amidst the scribbling, however, he did not discern the subtle sound of the letter making its way within, at least for now

Pandora hurried onto the Village, and stood outside the small lodge which was to be Tathars, her cloak blowing around her. It wasn't fancy, but it would sufface should he ever wish to conduct private matters AWAY from that bloody shop.

Giving a nod of her head in satisfaction as the hired hand unloaded the last of her purchased items, Pandora reached into her cloak and withdrew another small sack of coins. Holding it out for the hired hand, she rolled her eyes as he attempted to coyly offer another form of payment.
Shoving the coins into his hand, Pandora simply brushed past him and into the small home, her eye's scanning about at the unpacked crates. Well, might as well put them away so the home would be at least sleepable should Tathar understand her direct letter.

She spent the next little while cracking open crates and putting items where they belonged. Nothing fancy, nothing dramatic. The cot was the last thing Pandora approached, and she shook out the fresh fabrics, draping them over the new bed. A small smile for her eyes only formed on her face as she tucked in the corners, recalling exacly what happened to the last one.

He finished the letter and stood up, stretching slightly after glancing down to the broken shambles that was his bed....or rather, used to be. He smirked to himself and exited the small back room, moving toward the door, but upon noticing the letter he stopped, stooping down instead to pick it up. He broke the seal and opened it, eyes scanning the few words that covered the bit of parchment, a quizzical expression coming over his features as he exited the shop and locked up behind himself, heading down the street and out of the square, stopping by the Apothecary first to slip the letter under the door before continuing onwards toward the given address. He was curious about it, now

Pandora had just finished making the cot up, and was standing back admiring her work. Alright, so making a bed was a relatively easy job, but seeing as Pandora never had to do it back in her own quarters, she was quite proud of the shabby folding trick. The reminder of why exactly she had just gotten someone else a new bed flashed through her mind, and Pandora chuckled quietly to herself. Serves you right, Pandora LeAmour.

With a gentle shake of her head, and still smiling, Pandora walked out of the small room and into the main room of the living quarters. It wasn't overly large, but it had enough room for him to get around without bumping into anything. She had toyed with the idea of getting him a cage as well, but two thing's prevented that. First, she wasn't sure how he'd explain THAT to his women. And secondly, he'd no longer have a need to visit the Tower. Pandora wasn't about to let that happen of her own accord. He could easily install one himself should he wish to.

Scooping up the empty crates, Pandora easily balanced them with one arm and pushed open the door to the small home, intending to place the crates outside for someone else to scoop up.

He had stopped off first to retrieve his pipe, apparently having dropped it at the bench. It looked as if it had been kicked or had roughly touched some surface, but was otherwise none the worse for wear. This was pocketed before he continued on his way. He stopped to ask for directions from a rather satisfied looking drunk man, having never been out this way of the village before. Afterwards it wasn't long before he happened upon it. A quaint little place...It wasn't much to look at, but it was nice in a homely type of way, and he was wondering exactly why she had summoned him here before it hit him, a slight grin appearing on his face, and it was then that she exited the place carrying the crates.

"Well, this was a bit unexpected." [/u]

Having fully been focused on her own things, Pandora wasn't aware that Tathar had arrived earlier then she anticipated until his voice greeted her just as she stepped out the door. The crates landed with a thud on the grassy ground infront of her and she shot Tathar as dirty a look as she could muster.

"Are you trying to scare me to death?!"

Leaving the crates where they landed, Pandora stepped around them so that she was fully outside, her arms coming to fold over her chest.

"Well, I couldn't very well make you sleep on the shop's floor, now could I?"

With a slight shrug of her shoulders, and a gesture, Pandora indicated the small home.

"I expected to been and gone before you arrived. If you give me just a moment, I shall be out of your way." [/i][/color][/u]


He chuckles lightly, stepping foreward and tucking his hands behind his back, clasping them together as he moved, looking over the place slowly, as well as her

"Scare you to death. That's exceedingly funny, but no. And I just hadn't expected you to provide me with a home in compensation, is all. How much am I paying you for it?"

On to business, even as he neared ever so closely, no doubt violating your personal space, but keeping to a respectful stance as he did so. Vampires never gave anything for free...There was always a catch with anything involved with them....But the thought was what counted
"And leaving so soon?" [/b][/color]

Pandora stood her ground, her own arms remaining folded over her chest as she stared up into the Lycan's eyes, one thing she had over him as he had never once glanced into her own.

"A shilling a week."

She had to struggle to keep her ground, not because he was scaring her in a 'terrified better run' type of way, but because she didn't care for a repeat of last night... Did she? She wasn't moving...

"I thought it best if you inspected your home without an audience. Or must I hold your hand and walk you through it?"

She had meant it as a teasing remark that one would say to someone acting as a child, but realized too late that it could have been taken another way. She didn't attempt to correct herself, however, and left it as he took it.

His grin spread wide...Odd, since he was always so gloomy under normal circumstances, and he leaned in a bit, speaking in a soft, almost sensual tone

"Perhaps.....Mother, dear..." [/i][/b]

He'd caught the playful and teasing tone, and replied accordingly.....But the way he said it could have gone with either, or both. Either way he pulled away and headed for the door to his new abode. The scent of blood was strong on you tonight, and you were acting much more like yourself, so he supposed you had fed well this night, so his chances for another attempt at their previous meeting were highly unlikely, so he wasn't going to push it

"Do you mind if I pay by the month, then?" [/color]

Pandora's back stiffened at the way the Lycan was carrying on. Whereas she was trying to forget the foolishness in which she pushed upon him the eve before, he was still torturing her with it. Did he really dislike her so much that he would never let her live down the embarrassment in which she pushed upon him? Perhaps it wasn't as bad as she had convinced herself. Maybe even a little wanted? Such nonsense. A Lycan would never want that sort of behavior from a Vampire! He had simply tolerated it because of her title. Pandora reminded herself of this silently arguing in her mind as he stepped around her and into his new home.

After a brief hesitation, she followed him as far as the open doorway, oddly feeling the need to explain.

"It's simple. I am not much of a decorator, nor did I have the faintest idea what your taste in style may be."[/u]

As an afterthought, she added, in hopes of sounding more tough girl and keeping with the tradition that the Master of the City was NOT a friendly girl, "Nor did I care to find out."

Standing there in the doorway, Pandora leaned back against the frame, her arms still crossed over her chest as she watched him examine the small place. [/color]

[Pandora LeAmour]

He walked around the place for a moment, examining the rooms and such before returning to the den, for a lack of a better word, looking to you, a more serious expression flowing to his features

"Simple is good. I require no prettiments, and my taste, as you put it, is minimal. No unnecessary things means more space."

He took a few steps foreward, wondering to himself for a moment. As a matter of fact, he had liked the events that transpired their previous meeting....It was good to find someone with a capacity for....well, it was difficult to describe...The closest he could get to it being that pain was enjoyable

Pandora gave a brisk nod of her head as Tathar explained her own thoughts about the decorating of a home. Space was something that was difficult to come by these days, and thus a home with only the bare necessities was Pandora's personal preference. She was delighted that he felt the same, though she didn't show it.

"Very well. Is there anything else you will be needing,..."

She didn't quite know what to call him. She still could not pronounce his name, and calling him by his race outside of the Tower was simply too risky. As for calling him Smithy... Well, that would be like people walking around calling her Short and Pale. Instead, she simply let the sentence hang unfinished.

Her eye's raked over his form, from head to toe, and then fretted towards the small home again as he came nearer. Her arms fell to her sides, though she remained leaning against the frame of the door.

He came very close once more, leaning in, his hands still clasped behind his back. He was trying to think of how to word his next statement without seeming like a pompous ass, but it was difficult. If only you were a lycan as well...It was much more simple to communicate with body language and posture, and there was no way to misread it's meaning

"A......bit of company, perhaps...?"

Pandora took her eye's off Tathar and glanced instead, behind her, outside, and up to the sky. The moon was still there. The night still young, and William hadn't sent anyone to fetch her, thus she really didn't have much else to do. She did need to speak with her niece, but that could wait until the girl came to visit.

Of course, William didn't even know she was back from Sacred Stones... But she chose to ignore that fact. Instead, Pandora pushed off the doorframe with the heel of her boot and strolled right past Tathar, her shoulder roughly slamming into him as she went.

"Perhaps you can take a trip to the Tavern if we are staying in for a visit. I won't be drinking that tea..."

It was a plausable excuse to get him out of the house for a few moments at the least. She'd be able to finish packing up those crates while he was gone, and try for the life of her to get her head screwed on straight. Then again, she wasn't entirely certain she wanted him to go.

Pandora glanced around the room, realizing she hadn't even purchased a table or chairs while she was out. Ah well, he could very well buy or make them himself. However, because there was nothing but the cot to sit on in the back room, Pandora opted for the floor. Not that she had a wide selection. This wall, or that.

Pressing her back to the wall, Pandora once again took up a leaning stance, her left leg positioned behind her, the sole of her boot against the wooden wall. Her right was firmly planted beneath her, holding her in place.

"Unless, you have a better idea."

His form rocked backwards a bit as you shouldered into him on your way past, and he used the momentum to maneuver himself on the balls of his feet until he was facing you again, watching as you leaned against the wall, considering your words for a moment and smirking. He had no intentions of going to the tavern, mainly for risk of you simply leaving while he was out. No, he had another idea, and his hands unclasped from behind him as he walked foreward to stand directly in front of you, leaning foreward and supporting himself by placing one hand on either side of you on the wall, quite too close for comfort, and he leaned in, this time much closer than before, the tip of his nose actually brushing your ear as he did so, a low rumbling sound escaping his lips....Not a growl, but more a combination of one as well as a huff, his hot breath washing over the icy skin there as he spoke.

"I have an inkling of an idea, yes....."

Pandora's expression remained unreadable, not that he was actually looking at her face. She did, however, bite down rather roughly on her own lower lip. Her folded arms brushed against his chest, as he leaned in closer to her, and she instantly lowered them to her sides, her fingers curling to fists.

The words were a bit lost as hot breath met icy cool skin, and Pandora sucked the inside of her cheeks, forcing herself to pay attention to what was being said and not what was being hinted at. Any fool could see exactly what he was getting at.

A moment of silence passed between them, as she started yet another mental battle with herself. Apparently she wasn't the only one whom crossed the line last eve. She knew her excuse, or at least the one she was sticking with, but what was his? And did he e..Aww hell.

Pandora pushed aside her thoughts, and rose her hands to grip each of his wrists, bending so that he'd either have to actually use his strength, or he'd have to lower his arms. Her icy fingers kept lock, as she spoke, her neck arching not so that she exposed her own but so that she could turn blue eye's on him.

"Really now, Lycan."

Her voice pitch was a tad too high to pull of the casual business tone.

"Look at me,"

She quite litterly dared him. They were getting into some rather interesting waters, to be carrying on like this.

"Dammit, boy. Get your wits about you and look at me!" [/b][/color]

As she bent, he was not intent on moving, letting his arms hold the small amount of weight that was her form, and easily so. And as she moved he moved his gaze to the usual place, settling between her eyes rather than directly at them. This allowed him the luxury of actually still being able to read her expressions, or lack thereof, along with keeping himself safe from her.....vampiric suggestive charms....And he smiled, his own eyes flashing that bright, beastial green for a moment. His own mental battle taking place as he tried to maintain the fragile degree of control while still keeping the beast's own talents under his sway

"No, Vampire, I don't think I will...I'm no fool, as you apparently take me for."

When he refused to actually look at her, Pandora hissed quietly, even though either side of the lot was currently unoccupied. Putting only a slight bit of weight into it, Pandora planted both hands squarely on Tathar's chest and shoved, watching him stumble backwards a few steps.

The expression on her face changed from empty to furious in those few moments. Teeth decended, eye's flashing from their soft blue to a deeper color as she stared at him a moment, her feet instantly moving so that she was no longer back against the wall, but with plenty of room to move.

"What are you afraid of, Lycan."

Pandora sneered at him, that cocky smirk coming into play which only served to deepen the look in her eyes.

"Little old me?"

The shove caught him slightly off guard, but he hadn't been completely unexpected, so his feet were planted quite soon afterwards, regaining his composure and balance after those few steps back, looking to you with his head tilted to the side, studying you for a bit as you suddenly seemed to be quite irritated, and he gritted his teeth together, the grinding sound resulting from it almost deafening in his ears, but he retained his composure, face lowering slowly...The only way he would even think to try and meet her request was if he was changed, but that didn't leave very much room for fun, then did it? It tipped the odds too much, and he was enjoying himself...Enjoying the fact that he could grind your nerves with a simple refusal

"I fear nothing, Muth Luzuk....But still, I am no fool as I said before. You'll not bind me under your gaze...I refuse."

Pandora circled him, her footwork that of a swordsman may use in circling their opponent. She didn't have a sword in her hand, but she didn't really need one. At least, not at the moment. His scent changed as he too seemed to be irritated with her, which cooled her temperment a few degrees. She spoke, her voice not disobeying her wish to sound quite casual.

"So you're not afraid of my charms, and yet you do not believe when I say to look at me."

She was going somewhere with this, but taking her dear old time of getting there.

"You wish to... keep company, without trusting that I will keep my word?"

A somewhat 'bored' expression masked her face as she pretended to study her nails.

"Whatever do I need enchantments for if you willingly put yourself in my hands? Are you afraid you may enjoy it too much, Lycan?"

She ceased admiring her nails to turn her cool blue eye's opon him once more, the color having returned to their natural icy blue hue. Standing still enough, though her feet remained spaced apart ready to shift her position should she need it, she continued talking as if having an every day conversation with an aquintince.

"Whatever do I need enchantment's for when you are so willing and able of your own accord?"

Her tone almost sounded like the impersonal hitch she used when explaining Master of the City matters again and again. Just your typical conversation...

As she moved to circle him, so did he, moving in small steps, rotating his form to keep facing you, his hands out at his sides, palms facing you as if he had claws, ready for an attack...It was an instinct, really, but it still happened. And as you spoke, he suddenly felt like an idiot...but he wouldn't let you know that. He had his pride to think of, however much that was worth since he'd technically been stripped of it and his honor when he was banished. And as your composure softened to a more normal manner, so did he, but he couldn't quite get the hairs on the back of his neck to stand down, a result of the adrenaline flowing through his system in anticipation of a fight that apparently wasn't going to happen

"Because you are what you are. A trickster and a glamourer...You make a living off of it, no? You hunt with deception...Not necessarily trusting you is wise on my part." [/b][/color]

An entertaining chuckle escaped her slightly parted lips as his words registered within her. A trickster and a glamourer. Why, he surely knew how to flatter a girl! When her laughter died down, Pandora bent into a crouch, her eye's never once leaving him.

"But do you not see, I haven't used my so called 'trickery' or 'glamour' on you yet, now have I? You ache for me. Your temper begs to be free in my presence. You, Lycan, are prey that does not require such trickery nor glamour. What does that say for you?"

She tilted her neck so that she could look up at you from her position. Then, with vampiric speed and grace, she launched herself off the floor and directly towards him, hoping to knock him on that cocky arse of his. Unfortunately, he must have seen exactly what she had planned to do, for she landed on him, her legs instantly wrapping round his waist, nails dug into his back, and yet he remained standing.

His eyes never left her form, especially when she crouched down, and his muscles tensed, that adrenaline would serve a purpose after all, now wouldn't it? When she lunged at him and he caught her, he staggered narry a step, gripping her back firmly with his large hands on instinct as her nails dug into the skin of his back, and purposefully giving her a nice and tight squeeze, likely enough to make her lose her breath, or lack thereof, but nothing more, and he looked to her with a cruel grin and narrowed eyes. For the moment, he had the upper hand

"No, you haven't, but I don't plan on giving you the chance...And I am prey to none, leech." [/b][/color]

Pandora felt her muscles contract, the bones giving a faint snap as a mere mortals would when bending the wrong way and cracking their back. Had she been ready to say something, her breath would have been knocked out as well, luckily for once she had her mouth shut, no words on the tip of her tongue... Until he called her THAT.

Digging her nails into the light shirt he wore, Pandora raked her arms upward, her teeth clenched together. Quite litterly hissing between them, she spoke without thinking.

"Does it tempt you, mîn fea wulf?"

She lowered her head ever so slightly, so that her cool lips were but a fraction of an inch from his ear.

"This freedom? The danger and yet the excitement. You are excited, I can smell it on you, Lycan. When will you realize I have no need for charms when you are so willing to play the waltz?"

Releasing her hold on his back, Pandora too released the tightness of her legs so that she was no longer wrapped around him. All she needed was his own grip to loosen and she would land infront of him on her own two feet once more.

"This gomen grows old Smithy. The prize merely waiting for your eye's to lock upon my own."

[Pandora LeAmour]

He inhaled sharply as those nails dug even harder into him and then moved viciously upwards, the muscles in his jaws twitching at the feeling of it, and goosebumps, ever so light, appeared on his arms as she whispered into his ear. As she spoke of the freedom and excitement...He almost laughed. If he were free he would have squeezed much harder, as hard as he could until those bones snapped and split the skin, revealing that supple meat underneath....and he shook his head slightly....Those thoughts, while inside of his own head, weren't his own...It would seem that the wolf very much wanted to come out and play, the urge increasing until he forced himself to slowly release his grip on her, almost painedly so. The opportunity gone, it seemed to quiet within him, at least for now, and he knew he was going to regret what he was about to do...But what better time to see if he could resist than now in case she tried something? His gaze moved, then, from her forehead and into those icy hues, locking them with his own bright emerald's

She hadn't expected it to work, but there he was, not only releasing her, but actually turning his eye's to her own. Instead of staring at the bridge of her nose, as he had always done before, he looked directly into her icy blue eyes. The thrill that shot through her was completely unexpected. It wasn't as when a mortal looks unsuspectingly to her eyes, but the sheer knowledge that he knew, and he dared. Either he was so cocky that he felt certain he could resist, or he trusted her. Pandora was betting on the former.

It was if the sweetest nector took hold of her, the instant flood that swam within. Caught off guard, Pandora took a startled involuntarily step backwards, her eyes unwilling to look away. She didn't summon any glamour, didn't resort to trickery. They were just eyes. Pale icy blue empty eyes. Her voice, just barely a whisper, was easy for his heightened hearing to pick up.

"See, now that wasn't so hard was it mîn lufu?"

Though she held no enchantments in her eyes, her voice seemed enchanted all on it's own. She didnt' speak with the monotoned bored voice of the Master of the City, nor was it rough and demanding as Pandora often was. It simply was. Soft. Gentle. Clearly female. She offered him a genuine but shy smile as a young girl may upon receiving their first kiss.

He.....felt nothing...He felt normal as he looked into those eyes...But was that part of the trickery? To fool the victim into thinking that they were just fine, and that anything they did afterwards was a suggestion that their own minds made for them? He didn't know...He'd never been enthralled by one of them before...He'd killed dozens of them, if not more, but never had he looked into their eyes, even after he was sure that they were as empty and lifeless as could possibly be, so since this was his first experience with such he was wary...He managed to keep a level head about it, though, and didn't let it show that he was expecting something...anything...to happen that was out of the ordinary...At least, as far as ordinary that this situation would allow, anyway, and as such he was indifferent, but politely so, to the tone of her voice, no matter how seductive and tempting it may be...He took a slow few steps foreward

"No....And you are still baiting me, so I suppose you aren't trying to control me..." [/b][/color]

She arched both eyebrows, never having mastered the ability to raise one without the other.

"Baiting you? Whatever do you mean?"

Her tone was still that of a purr, friendly. Even as he slowly stepped towards her, she remained as she was, not moving towards nor away from him. Let him come to grips with it on his own. She honestly had no need to enchant him, at least not tonight.

Shaking her head ever so slightly, a gesture to shift her hair from her line of vision, she continued to watch him. Instead of looking into his eyes, however, she studied his form. The way his shirt fit, how the helm rested against his trousers. The long legs. Right down to those dusky shoes of his.

"Oh!"

The reminder of those shoes set forth a new train of thought, and Pandora pretended it wasn't to do anything with the uncomfortable position she was now in.

"Shoes!"

Reaching forth, she took hold of his callous hand and, brustling by him, tugged in hopes to spin him around so he would need to either follow or tug to release his arm.

"I almost forgot!"

Suddenly realizing she sounded like your average girl and not at all like the cold hearted Master of the City, Pandora instantly released his hand, and squared her shoulders. Marching rather then walking, she led the way back further into his new residence, and disappeared into the small room that held his cot and a single chest. Not caring to look over her shoulder to see if he had followed, Pandora bent and lifted the lid of the chest to reveal the few items of clothing and atop the neatly folded pile, the new pair of boots.

"We cannot have our Smithy looking like a drunkard whom lifted a pair of shoes from the forest."

her voice returned to it's cool crisp tone, no hint of what previously conspired between them evident. Back to business.

He had continued to step foreward, her first words requiring no comment in his opinion, and right as he stopped in front of her...She surprised him by saying shoes....Shoes...? What the devil did shoes have to do with their current situation? He was slightly puzzled by it, not used to such random comments, and as she grabbed his hand and tugged him he followed, trying to figure out what exactly she meant. What had she forgotten? And in his bedroom, no less? And then she suddenly released his hand and resumed her normal composure, the sight bringing a slight smile to his lips. So, she did have some sense of normalness to herself after all, did she? He would have to remember that for future reference, and he followed along behind her this time, stopping in the doorway and leaning against the frame, watching as she bent to open the chest and revealed the effects within.....Ah, so that's what she had meant...and quite literally, as well. But he liked his boots. They were comfortable to no end, and it had taken forever to get them broken in properly. He looked down, examining them for a moment with a sigh...Perhaps they were getting to be a bit old and scruffy looking. Maybe he would still keep them around. Use them for when he went travelling and such. Yes, that would suffice

"I suppose not.....And thank you."

She flashed him a smile which instantly was wiped from her face, replaced by the impersonal expressionless demeanor. Standing once more, Pandora folded her arms behind her back, locking her left fingers over her right wrist.

She grunted in reply to his thanks, not really certain what to say. Somehow 'you're welcome' just seemed to formal. Too polite. Standing completely still, she watched him from his position leaning against the frame. It was as if someone had flipped a switch and she had suddenly powered down. Unemotive, unmoving. Simply there.

A moment passed. And then another. And another, until finally Pandora broke the silence by slowly strolling towards him.

"Very well then."

Placing her gloved palm on his chest, Pandora shifted herself sideways so that she could slip through the small opening between frame and his leaning position.

He made no attempt to stop her as she moved to leave...Likely she had much more important things to do right now in any case, especially since dawn was approaching ever so soon. He did, however, place a hand on the small of her back as he stepped out of the way for her, feeling that given the current shift in mood, it would be inappropriate to do anything else. My how the moods shifted between those two...It was almost too much to keep up with

"Erhem...Yes. Have a good night, then."

Pandora hesitated only a brief moment at the touch of his hand, before she squared her shoulders even more and continued walking, muttering to herself as she went along.

"What on earth are we doing. You cannot carry on like this, woman. It is much too dangerous for him. Just stop."

She continued until she reached the front of the house, before she paused both in her ranting to herself and her walk. Risking a glance over her shoulders, she called back to him.

"Good night, mîn fea wulf."

And then she tugged her hood back up over her head and stepped out the door, and ceasing to close it behind her, giving herself a firm talking to as she headed from the Village towards the other end of the realm where the Tower beckoned to her.

"You risk his hide for a mere moment of torture. Silly woman. Insane woman. They will go through him to wound you. Enough is enough. You are not a child, dammit."

Her ranting grew louder towards the end, as she continued the 'hurried' pace through the village. Or at least, as hurried as she could while still seeming mortal.