Post by Pandora LeAmour on Jun 22, 2009 23:22:41 GMT -5
Pandora LeAmour
Tathar Seregon
Mathas
Location: The Tower
Time: Two hours after sunset
Pandora spent the first hour of her awake from DayDeath waiting. The second hour lecturing. And now, she was approaching the third hour fuming. Ah, the life of an impatient Master.
Seated in the Meeting Room of the Tower still, Pandora stared at the workers lining up around the table. She'd been staring at them for quite some time now, not at all impressed with them. In truth, she was trying to find a plausable reason to kill them.
Even though it wasn't entirely their fault, alright not their fault at all, Pandora wanted to blame someone. It had never once crossed her mind that if people could not get to her private quarters, then they damn well couldn't redecorate it for her.
And here they were, the workers whom she had hired, blubbering about how they simply cannot provide for her what she wanted. She supposed she should be happy, the building of her private quarters so highly up proved adequette security, but the damper on all of that was the mere fact that now she, Master of the City, 3rd generation vampire, would have to do manual labor.
Where was the fun in running a city if you still had to do all the work?
Finally, grinding her teeth, Pandora flicked her wrist, dismissing the six workers whom stood there, all babbling at once. She continued to watch as each of them backed out of the Meeting Room and scampered off, clearly impatient to get out from her icy blue eyes.
Clearly, Pandora knew what she'd be doing tonight...
He had minded the shop for a good portion of the day, but the monotony of it bored him to no end...He was used to having an assistant to run it for him while he worked in the forge, but Lilyian had not been present for quite some time now so he had been forced to do it himself. There was a shortage of customers, so he had, instead, chosen to close up early and head back to the Tower. The night before had been spent within the library after that little incident with Mathas and Hajia in attempt to calm himself down, and he had managed to do so a great deal by pouring over the pages and pages of information therein, and he had returned to it upon leaving the shop. Eyes drinking in word after word on every page that he turned...His thirst for knowledge was great, after all, and there seemed to be no end to it, here
With all that being said, Pandora pushed the chair at the head of the table that she had been occupying out, the four wooden legs screaming protests against the cold stone floor, and rose to her feet. If you wanted something done, you obviously had to do it yourself.
Her silent footfalls followed her like a shadow, as she walked around the table, and towards the door. Stepping through the archway, Pandora turned left and headed for the Tower door, and thus towards Williams Room. Her long nails tapped along the stones as she walked, giving some warning at least that she was on the move.
As she stepped into Williams Room, she took notice of the Tower Guard at another one of his card games, and didn't bother to give so much as a nod in greeting. Instead, she walked to the far right corner and crouched into her usual position, easily making the jump from the ground floor, up to her personal quarters three floors up.
On her way, she caught the faint scent of Tathar, and knew in an instant that he must have returned from the shop awhile ago and was once again making himself at home in the NightWorld Library. At least someone got it's use out of it.
As she landed, Pandora didn't break her stride and instead crossed over to the many trunks that lined the south wall. Crouching down to her hands and knees, she then flopped her butt right there on the cold stony floor, drawing her legs up underneath of her. Taking a moment, she then fanned out her gown so that it bellowed out around her, the tips of her slippers poking out along the helm.
Finally, Pandora reached forward and lifted the lid to the trunk she rarely ever used. She was certain, somewhere inside this one, was a simple grey gown that was so bland it wouldn't mind a few stains.
As he read, suddenly the sound of angry footsteps met his hears, followed by the rustling of clothing ever so slight before he looked toward the ledge, eyes managing to catch the image of her feet as she leaped upwards to her own quarters. Not even stopping in to say hello, good day, sit stay or roll over? She must be in a bad mood, and he would rather steer clear of her when she was acting as such. He quite quickly picked up the book he had been reading and lifted it to cover his face...If things started to get thrown, then he wanted something he could use as a shield. It wouldn't help, really, but it made him feel better at least, and his eyes glanced back to the spot he had been reading before his attention had been diverted
Now that the thought was implanted in her mind that her private quarters were in some serious need of touchups, seeing as they didn't belong to just her anymore, Pandora was actually looking forward to it. Of course, the place would be a mess for a few days, but given the speed in which she was able to work compared to a normal mortal, she doubted the job would take more then that.
As she shuffled through the trunk with her belongings in it, Pandora began trying to picture the top level of the Tower in a more... fashonable appearance, shall we say? An excited smile crept up unawares on her face.
As her fingers closed around a greying fabrick within the trunk, Pandora withdrew her arms, bringing forth the simple gown.
Rising to her feet, Pandora then carried the grey gown across her quarters and laid it out on her cot. She then quickly tied her hair up at the back of her head so that it didn't get caught on anything while she changed. Her fingers, blindedly working behind her, began unlacing her current gown, her mind already sorting through the plan.
He turned the page and continued on to another, soaking up the words therein...their meanings...their stories...These books were very different from the publications made by humans and their ilk...These parchments were relatable, holding experiences he had either experienced before, or could see himself doing. Night Courts, Demons, Wraiths...nearly every race of being was surely here on a page somewhere among the shelves, and he wanted to know all that he could about them....But right now, there was one particular kind of being at mind...One that was a bit closer than the rest were, and he chose to disreguard the propaganda fed to him by his elders and his own kind in lieu of the information here. How better to learn about a vampire than to read about them being written from the hands of a vampire? At least, that's what it seemed the author had been..The descriptions of such things within were detailed...Uncannily so...He was either one of them, or one foolish enough to get close enough whilst their dark deeds were committed
Freed if her eligant gown, Pandora then stepped into the old grey fabrics, wiggling until it rested upon her shoulders where it belonged. She then reached behind her and found that though it was considerably easier to unlace, it was not equally able to relace. A small smirk covered her face, and Pandora called.
She wasn't able to speak with him silently without him being in the same room as her, and had he still been marked she could have simply planted the thought in his own mind. However, seeing as neither were the case, Pandora simply depended on good old fashoned voice.
As she waited for him, Pandora returned to the trunk, her gown on but not quite fashoned up, and began tossing the things she had disguarded in her search back into it's proper location within the wooden trunk.
One of his brows raised ever so slightly, and slowly, as she called down to him from within her quarters...She was calling he, of all people, up there? Into the room that she had punished him for entering before? Well..As long as she was inviting him to do so this time he thought no more of the matter, placing the tome gently down before standing and moving to the ledge. Thankfully, there were niches carved into the stone leading up from here as well, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get up there without doing something drastic, and he highly doubted she would appreciate him arriving to her summons as an animal rather than the "man" that she was expecting. He pulled himself up easily, standing on the ledge that led to within her quarters and looking within, taking a slow and tentative step foreward until he was sure she wasn't going to lash out at him before entering fully, hands clasping together behind his back as he looked about. The past two times he had been here he'd not had a chance to do so...The first was spent waking her, leaving him no time to do so, and the second time he was drained of his energy as much as she, so he cared little for her choice of personal surroundings at the time...But now, as he looked around, he saw it almost as his own home had been before she took it away from him. Bare of most things with few niceties...He would have to discuss that with her, as well, about his home. Whether he was to get it back or not, for she had clearly stated the night prior that he could stay within the Tower for the one night.
As the sound of Tathar entering her quarters announced his arrival to Pandora, she rose from the floor, facing the small drop that he would emerg from. Her arms were folded over her chest, a gentle smile which ached just by being there, clearly on her face.
Pandora then turned her back on him, not only to reveal exactly what she wanted a hand with, but also a small sign that she trusted him enough to do that at least.
With one hand still folded across her chest to ensure the gown stayed exactly where she wanted it, Pandora used her left hand to reach up and make sure that no stray strands of her hair had escaped and would get in the way of the lacing.
Of course, she needed help with lacing her gown and her normal help was busy with a newly changed...but newly changed what, exactly? Was it another vampire, or was it another lycan? There were only a dozen cages in the detainment area, and last he knew there were....nine...other lycans in the lands...not counting the new arrivals that he had been scenting, but they'd made no attempt to come into contact with another member of NightWorld, so he had guessed that they were not staying, or at least had ni immediate intentions to do so. He moved forward, gingerly taking the laces and began doing them the way that was necessary to hold the dress in place...At least, he hoped it was the proper manner to do it. He hadn't a lot of experience with women's clothing past the fact that the vast majority of it was flashy and overpriced as well as made of materials that were not meant to last as well as not being very digestible...He had, in his younger years, had the misfortune of shifting while repairing some iron railing at a nobleman's home. His daughter had accosted him and being young he had no control over his emotions...That had been a very bad event, to say the least, but his mind snapped back freom that particular memory and he stepped away, finished with the task at hand.
She remained silent as his hands worked, stone still so his fingers wouldn't brush against the cruelty of her frozen flesh, if that's even what one could call it. When he finally stepped back, Pandora lowered her right hand from her chest to her side, and tugged, making certain it was secure enough to stay put. She responded to his question over her shoulder, working her left hand to undo the messy hairstyle and allow it to fall around her shoulders once more.
Running the fingers of her left hand through her hair to untangle any knots that found their way in her haste to put it up, Pandora then turned to face the Lycan, her head giving a brisk nod.
Why the red, Fred? Why this fog around the eyes? Red is, after all, my young bwana, the color of passion. The color of fire. Oh, fire! He wondered if it would tickle. Teehee, but no. No, really now. Come now. It was time. He had been a good boy. He had done as he was told. It was time now, right? Time for good Matty to get his reward...and if any little beasty tried to stop him...well, he knew just what to do with little beasties, didn't he?
As she described the reason behind Bertha's absence he nodded. That was well enough a reason, though she didn't have to answer his inquiry. It was good to know that she thought enough of him to answer at all, much less keep her back facing him for such a long period of time...and when she was so close, too...Her scent flooded his nostrils the moment he'd stepped up here. It was not too dissimilar from other vampires...Maybe a bit more pungeant, but that was to be expected given her status as a Master. But no, the odd part was that the scent of death around her did not bother him. Maybe he had just been around her long enough to adjust, so he mentally shrugged it away, nodding yet again to her words of thanks, deciding that now was as good a time as any to ask as to what he was going to do for a place to stay, as it was beginning to get old staying at his shop. It wasn't the shop itself, but the fact that the cot was...uncomfortable...and that was her doing
Pandora gave a grin of secrets, as she gestured with her hand towards him. You'd think she had some sort of magical ability attached to that gesture for how much she used it.
Pandora then crossed the room, leaving him standing there, to where her cot sat. Bending, she easily gave it a small shove, and watched as the cot slid from against the wall in towards the middle of the room itself. Straightening once more, she headed towards the row of trunks, and repeated the bend, shove, slide stop movement. As she pushed the last trunk towards the center of the room, Pandora turned her gaze back to Tathar.
Then she closed her eyes, sensing Mathas. He was impatient. And waiting for the reward promised to him for his duty last eve.
Leaving the room in the state it was in, Pandora headed towards the drop, her voice drifting back over her shoulder.
He stalked anxiously about the holding cells, once the player realized it was her turn to be creative, and he opened and closed his fists anxiously. Creak creak creak...that sound, that sound, oh it was so terrible! He thought his head might just split from it! Where was she? Surely she hadn't forgotten about poor Matty...he was...he was her FAVORITE. He was her PET!
He snorted, then winced as another bolt of pain shot through his head. He bet she had something else she'd rather "pet" now. Damn dog. Damn PUP. Oh, he'd kicked him before, and how he wished to kick him again! But now, now the beasty knew he had teeth, and he'd try to sink them into poor Matty's boots. Poor, poor matty. How could she have forsaken him?
That wave of her hand, a motion that she seemed to do all too often, amazed him every single time she did it. The smoothness...the grace with which she moved...He blinked it away, focusing on her words as she spoke. She had given him an answer as he had wanted, though going the long and non-direct way toward it. He watched as she began to move the things within her quarters, first her bed, then several trunks of which the contents were unknown to him. And as she asked that they continue their conversation down at the bottom of the Tower he nodded once more, moving to make the drop first. His knees bent on landing, stretching out an arm and using his fist to support and stop his torso from continuing moving foreward before standing and moving out of the way
Pandora followed Tathar a moment later, her drop equally easy. The simple, and admittedly ugly gown hardly even have the time to bellow out around her. As her feet landed soundless on the stones of the ground floor, Pandora's knees bent to keep her balance.
Straightening, she shoved her hair behind her ears once more, and crossed Williams room, exiting the door and making a sharp right hand turn down the hallway until she reached the first archway there. Then, she turned right again and entered the Meeting Room, having no need to speak.
A quick stride brought her to her chair in no time at all, and Pandora stiffly lowered herself into it. Her eyes then turned towards the door, and towards Tathar. She didn't really think he would be comfortable with the 'business' that she had to attend to so first, she silently and mentally summoned Mathas. Because he had tasted her blood enough times already, he was litterly at her beck and call, no matter where he was located. Then, aloud, she spoke to Tathar.
However ugly the gown may have been to her, he thought it quite appealing on her. Though, he had simple tastes. He thought flair was overly extravagant and a waste of money. Even some of the simplest things could be attractive on the right form, and she worked the gown wonderfully...Of course, his opinion could very well be skewed since his...feelings...for her clouded his judgement on the matter. He had waited for her to move off first before following, keeping his normal respective distance and positioning behind her as he did so, passing through William's quarters and onward, taking the turn once, then for the second time into the meeting room, eyes looking around at the empty room as she took her seat, choosing instead to lean against the wall, himself, arms crossing about his chest, puzzling over her question...She knew that he really had nothing to occupy himself with during the night time hours.
The Master of the City gave a brisk nod of her head, weighing her response. The silence between them ticked by for a moment, and then another. During this time, Pandora herself folded her hands in her lap casually. Finally, she adverted her eyes to stare at the empty table top as she spoke next.
Probably the most honesty she'd ever given anyone before. Generally, she would dismiss whomever was in attendance, as she didn't much care to allow people to watch the encounter, but Tathar had at least earned the respected position to choose for himself.
She was not embarrassed by this statement or the actions that would follow. It was who she was, and if he did not care to accept that, he was mingling with the wrong sorts of people. Her voice, calm and businesslike, reflected her utter lack of emotions on this subject.
He simply shrugged. He had a very good idea as to what exactly was going to happen, but he wasn't sure as to how Mathas was going to go about it...And even if his appetite for it was as large as his own had been...Either way, this would provide to be a learning experience....As well as the fact that he did not like the fact that the worm was going to be so close to her...So...in contact with her, and he pointedly took a seat at the table a decent enough distance away from her without being as far away as he possibly could...And as he sat there, his hands gripped the armrests of his chair, quite tightly so for a moment.
Pandora turned her eye's to him after he took a seat and spoke, the corner of her lip twitching upward ever so slightly, and her eyebrows arched.
Her voice weighted just enough of a teasing tone to mark her words, and though her eye's were still their icy blue complex, within them showed a curiousity that she couldn't quite hide.
He had a point. If he was going to be around, he would come across it eventually. He would simply need to learn to adjust to such things. Pandora was, well, Pandora. Nothing would change that.
He understood the fact that her business, duties, and actions were hers and hers alone. He would not try to change that...he would not attempt to divert her from her normal actions any more than she would not ignore having him caged every moon phase...But that did not mean he condoned them...and he definitely did not like them, not in the least. But he would adjust. Though, her mention of his being jealous, even though he very well knew that he was, he could not help but huff as if he did not know what she was talking about...That teasing tone not going unnoticed, but rather unreplied to...And as he spoke, his voice was a grumble
Pandora's smile stretched and she simply nodded her head at his first proclaim. She could smell the jealousty on him, but would not press it. She knew, and he knew she knew. That was enough.
As he indicated his extended stay within the Tower the smile stayed where it was at, and she gave another nod of her head, this one softer and not so brisk.
She mentally called to mathas once more, wondering what on earth had been taking him so long, though her eye's did not leave Tathar in the process. She was honestly curious. The Tower was full of Vampires, and she had never once pictured a Lycan feeling comfortable enough to come any time other then the Moon Phases, though obviously she had underestimated Tathar. It was simply... shocking, to say the least.
Oh how she wished she had still her mark upon him. She would love to know what was going on in that mind of his...
Well, at least she had managed to smile, and this time it was decently large enough for him to feel a little pride. That was yet another time he'd made the very same vampire smile...Good to know that at the very least he amused her. At her question, however, his expression would move from defiant jealousy to complete extrovertion..He really didn't know where he would feel safest...Safe was, after all, a relative term, for him...And she would likely think the same way, but he wouldn't count on that. Safe was a place that was inaccessible to the general populace, and while the NightWorld quarters were probably safe enough, he considered the rest of the night denizens to be a part of that public....And the fact that the majority of them were vampires, at least the ones that stayed even after the moon phases, didn't help that fact. One lycan around a bunch of leeches, the only one of which he actually trusted being right there in the same room as himself right now...That was not likely to end well...Eventually someone was going to get uncomfortable and say or do something unwise, be it he or they...And eventually he pulled himself from his thoughts. He still did not have a definite answer....Though, mayhap he could move a cot into one of the holding cells? No, that wouldn't work...It would eventually get broken.
She sensed his hesitation over the question and nodded her head businesslike when he provided the best answer he could come up with. Well, not exactly the best answer, but the one she figured he would provide.
She had thought through the same things, to be honest. And though the Tower was probably the safest bet, there were times her hired help would slip and disobey her direct order. The only place that would be safe in her opinion was her own private quarters. But what was safe for him, might not very well be all that safe for herself then, now would it?
Was she willing to take that large of a risk? To give up the only safe haven for herself, and allow him to move into her private quarters? She knew she wouldn't attack him, but that did not mean he wouldn't take full advantage of that himself. Not to mention that if someone came for her, he might very well become a casualty to dismiss while at it.
Ah well, he was a grown boy, or most of the time at least. It was entirely his decision.
Before she got emotions involved in this conversation, Pandora abruptly changed the topic, unfolding and refolding her hands in her lap under the table.
Oh dear, oh dearie dearie him. What was that noise? Ah, it seemed to be coming from so far away, such a tunnel. Perhaps the Faeries wanted him to play again? But no. Not that sweet melody. A thousand of St. Peter's harps couldn't be so melodious. It was her, her, and she was calling him, calling him back to her. He had been a good Matty, he would get his reward. Anxiously, stumbling, he tried to open the door for several moments before remember he had to PULL It, pull it like a trigger on a crossbow, yes, yes that was it, and then he was through, through and back into the real world and there she was in all her shining glory, dressed as a princess, and he had not an eye for anyone but her. And he fell in his weakness, he was nothing, he was a worm, he did not deserve it but she was kind, she was lovely...
He could barely mutter as he crawled, weakly along the floor to her.
That little suggestion was...unexpected...? Yes, that word would suffice well enough...He had not expected her to mention anything of the sort to him...In her own private quarters? A large leap ahead, it was...Of course, she could be baiting him for a trap, but thus far she had not done so much to make him believe that thought for a moment. But why all of a sudden the large amount of trust in him? Or, was she starting to take as much of a liking to him as he was her? Oh, the number of questions running through his head at that moment before Mathas began crawling his way toward her, and he sneered, turning his attention away from the man for right now...How could one degrade themself in such a manner? To crawl..? To beg...? He did hope that Pandora did not expect that much of him, for if she did, then there was going to be a complication
She heard Mathas pleads and with a flick of her left hand, beckoned him forward, her eye's more gentle then the sneer upon her face. Afterall, once upon a time, Mathas was a respectable young man before he met Pandora.
As she watched Mathas slowly approach, pleadings in every move he made, Pandora gave a nod of her head to Tathar's response. She would not make such a decision for him. She had offered her quarters, and thus if he wanted them they were his as well, but she would not order him to reside there. That was entirely his decision and she would not be making it for him. If he expected her to take the difficulties out of all his decisions, apparently she would not be the only one disappointed.
As Mathas drew near enough, Pandora rose her left hand and made a simple but deep enough cut along the inner of her forearm. Half way between wrist and elbow. Then, squeezing her fist, Pandora watched as her own blood seeped from the selfinflected wound.
With her eye's solely on the boy, Pandora held out her arm.
And how quickly did he rise! It was testament to the abilities he knew would soon be granted to him--the perks of the trade. He craved her, craved her, how had he ever lived before he met her? He hadn't, of course! That was why he had done all of those evil things, surely, becuase her presence had not been there to steer him right! It even explained his murderous intent. Even then he craved blood--he just didn't know what blood.
And so he placed his lips to the cut, and the sucking began. He nearly moaned from it as sheer primal and sensory overload took over for coherent thought. He could taste the sweet, salty copper, draining down his throat, could feel his own heart beat race intoxicatingly as ie began to take immediate effect, strengthening him, spurning him forward, taking away the withdrawal, and even before their eyes his face would flush even as his eyes fluttered unseeingly, rolled back in his head. He curled his own fingers at his side as he took draught after draught, completely past the point of no return, unable to stop himself now as at last his fix hit him and hit him hard.
He merely sat there, leaning foreward slightly at the scent of freshly spilled blood...and her own, no less....He wanted to throw himself over the table and take Mathas' place, but knew better of it...However she might look down on him for refusing should she ever ask him to do that again, he didn't care...He would not become a fiending slave who required her to keep a sane mind...No...His needs from her were much less dramatic, though likely not less demanding...But they had not yet reached that stage in this thing that couldn't even be called a relationship....So, he merely watched...Observing as Mathas rose quickly and took the offered arm into his mouth, suckling like a starving babe...His brow furrowed, and his eyes narrowed...but he said nothing...And he would say nothing until Mathas was gone, at which time he would announce his decision in case she had not made it for him. If she hadn't, it showed that she had alloted him a degree of freedom and liberty that was...unheard of, for a Master of the City.
She focused on Mathas as his lips came to fasten on her forearm, her free hand caressing his cheek, and then sliding around to the nape of his neck. That then wasn't for an intimate gesture, but rather for security. She would need to force him away when he reached a certain amount as Mathas himself would drink until there was nothing left to intake.
Her eye's blurred slightly as if unfocused, and she smacked him with glamor. Of beauty, a room of privacy, done up in the way in which his mind worked. It was a habit, when Mathas fed, for it made shifting through his thoughts all that much easier. And this, she did now. Sorting through his memories from the last feeding until this very moment. His thoughts throughout the punishment. His days without her.
When she came across the images in his mind regarding last eve, Pandora discovered for the first time exactly who it was that had stumbled into her home, blood seeping from wounds. Of course. Portier.
Pandora's expression became troublesome, as if suddenly Mathas' feeding were painful. It wasn't really, it was actually quite enjoyable, but the task of sorting images in one's mind was difficult, and Pandora never really realized her expression changed when trying to do so.
As Mathas drank on, Pandora flashed frame by frame in fullcycle speed, until she arrived to the most recent one of him fastening his lips upon her arm, and then she disguarded them and broke both trance, and glamor.
With a quiet moan, she closed her eye's but for a brief moment, her head tilting back, chin up. Mmm. The moan escaped again, and Pandora tightened her fingers on the back of Mathas neck ever so slightly, to draw him off of her before he took too much.
And he did not come easily. Indeed, as the glamour, such pretty pictures in a book, overcame him, there was no stopping. He was completely detatched from the here and now, and even when she had to basically pry him off of her, he pulled forward for one last drop before sagging back, his eyes refocusing somewhat, as a smile crossed his features, making him look ten years younger. A drop of her blood nearly escaped, but he would not waste such a precious commodity and hastily licked it up.
Oh, had he ever thought this room was comfortable? It was too confining, to stuffy, too...dead. He gained a stronger stance on his feet, smiled sweetly, demurely, with an angel's face at her. His condition was much improved now, and he even managed a mostly-genuine smirk at Tathar.
But he chuckled, and marveled at the way the laughter seemed to bounce around the walls back to his ears. How...interesting. He turned away from her, not out of rudenss, but because he had found some other little thing that captivated his interest. The spiders, it seemed were fleeing. How...delightful. Like a child with a new toy, he completely forgot, out of sight, and out of mind and stood in the doorway, watching their pretty dance as they fled, seeking higher ground from something.
He simply kept watching, hands moving to the armrests of his chair and gripping them again, though this time to the point where they creaked alarmingly, especially when her face began to show as if she were in pain...But she said nothing, so he did not interfere. He gritted his teeth, though, trying to use the grinding sound of that to drown out the sounds of her moaning...It was infuriating...But he would adjust to it...He would adapt to his new surroundings like any animal would. But it wasn't too long before she apparently had stopped him from his drinking, the man standing and smirking at him, speaking as if he were his better, as he always did...Surely now he was stronger and faster than a mere mortal...But he lacked the effects being permanent...and they were not ingrained into his being...And he was still weaker than he...He bit back the urge to threaten him with a duel with the beast, as he did last night, knowing that Pandora would likely not approve, and his grip tightened on the armrests, a low growl escaping his throat as he picked that moment to give her his answer as to where he would be staying from here on out, and he relaxed, almost fluidly leaning foreward and resting his elbows on the table, an odd, almost seductive and suggestive look overcoming his features as he turned his attention from Mathas and to Pandora. While his decision was what he truly did want, the timing of it was too perfect, and would no doubt shut Mathas up, at least for the moment.
She had been watching Mathas, though not truely focused. The taking of a Vampires blood was always somewhat sexual, and Mathas, having gone so long without, was equally greedy in his feeding which made it all the more distracting to Pandora. Not at all unpleasant, but different.
When Tathar spoke, however, Pandora turned her unfocused gaze to him, the word love clearing her mind quite quickly, at least a considerable amount. She knew he was baiting Mathas, but what could she really do about it? Had she not used Tathar himself to bair Portier? And Trinity?
Pandora closed her eye's trying to grip fast to the experience that she felt but moments ago with Mathas, but Tathar's words floated in her mind, and she finally got a grip on the meaning behind them. He would be staying in her quarters.
Her eye's flashed open and focused on the Lycan once more, clear headed and leveled.
She didn't want to speak the words, but they needed to be addressed. Pandora didn't want to believe Tathar was capable of such things, not after the tango they were doing for the past month. But as Master of the City, it needed to be broached.
The expression on her face was one of pure delight, but of what? Tathar's answer to where he would be staying, or what had just taken place between her and Mathas?
Teehee. 'Love'? Oh that was a good one! Good good good! He let out a little giggle, unable to help himself as he whirled back to face them. A lycan loving a vamp...oh, how that was funny. He giggled again and tried to keep a straight face, instead looking like he was in pain. But oh, he couldn't get upset, not now. Hadn't she just proven in front of the mutt? She had. No matter what else he wasn't sure of at that time, at least of that he was certain. Besides, he had other things to occupy himself with now. Things...outside. Oh yes, yes, he would go outside and dance along the streets, just like a little faerie. And woe be unto the first woman who caught his eye, because he had his own sort of special charm that he needed no supernatural effects to aid. He giggled again. how silly they were acting, like two kids--pups?-- just out of school!
He giggled again, then finally managed to master himself.
He winked lecherously at Tathar.
He turned and ambled to the door, stopping and grinning back at Pandora. He made a show of winking and raised on fist, stuck out his thumb and forefinger in a gesture that wouldn't gain meaning for another century, then slipped through. Let her think what she would of him.
Oh, he had noticed how clear her expression had become at his words, but whether that was connected to his answer about where he would be staying or the fact that he had called her "love" was a mystery to him, but he would not let his obvious curiosity on it show...No, not in the least. He would not let Mathas have that satisfaction...Right now, the satisfaction was all completely his own to see the man who had only just been baiting him do so again and walk away, and raise his hand in a gesture that was quite alien to him....Oh, one day...One day he would have the personal pleasure of skinning that one alive. He would bear the consequences proudly for it, too...Though at Pandora's words of him dispatching her, he raised his hand and waved at it. He had no intentions of doing so.....And he believed she knew that,,as well.
Pandora gave a gentle gesture of her arm before planting both palms on either side of her armrests, and slowly dragged herself to her feet. Mathas had fed, and thus Pandora too needed to do the same.
She closed her eyes and froze a moment, to gain her wits about her and stop the room from spinning. Then, very slowly, Pandora's eye's opened again and her gaze landed on Tathar. She was almost tempted to glamour him for a snack, but thought better of it. If he were going to be staying in her quarters, it's best not to piss him off too much.
She wasn't going to go into details of exactly how starved and exausted both she was. Instead, she slowly straightened, removing her arms from her chair and balanced herself.
Her plan; Feed from one of the Meals provided by their neighbouring realm Sacred Stones, check in with the guards stationed about to ensure nothing had gone drastically wrong, and then she would gather the cot up and bring it with her to her quarters. she hadn't gotten as far as she wanted on the renovations and painting hadn't even gotten started, but there would always be tomorrow.
As she slowly used the table to guide her steady on her feet, Pandora headed for the archway, pausing at the end of the table.
And with a suggestive grin, she slipped from the Meeting Room and off towards the Holding Cells.
Tathar Seregon
Mathas
Location: The Tower
Time: Two hours after sunset
Pandora spent the first hour of her awake from DayDeath waiting. The second hour lecturing. And now, she was approaching the third hour fuming. Ah, the life of an impatient Master. Seated in the Meeting Room of the Tower still, Pandora stared at the workers lining up around the table. She'd been staring at them for quite some time now, not at all impressed with them. In truth, she was trying to find a plausable reason to kill them.
Even though it wasn't entirely their fault, alright not their fault at all, Pandora wanted to blame someone. It had never once crossed her mind that if people could not get to her private quarters, then they damn well couldn't redecorate it for her.
And here they were, the workers whom she had hired, blubbering about how they simply cannot provide for her what she wanted. She supposed she should be happy, the building of her private quarters so highly up proved adequette security, but the damper on all of that was the mere fact that now she, Master of the City, 3rd generation vampire, would have to do manual labor.
Where was the fun in running a city if you still had to do all the work?
Finally, grinding her teeth, Pandora flicked her wrist, dismissing the six workers whom stood there, all babbling at once. She continued to watch as each of them backed out of the Meeting Room and scampered off, clearly impatient to get out from her icy blue eyes.
Clearly, Pandora knew what she'd be doing tonight...
He had minded the shop for a good portion of the day, but the monotony of it bored him to no end...He was used to having an assistant to run it for him while he worked in the forge, but Lilyian had not been present for quite some time now so he had been forced to do it himself. There was a shortage of customers, so he had, instead, chosen to close up early and head back to the Tower. The night before had been spent within the library after that little incident with Mathas and Hajia in attempt to calm himself down, and he had managed to do so a great deal by pouring over the pages and pages of information therein, and he had returned to it upon leaving the shop. Eyes drinking in word after word on every page that he turned...His thirst for knowledge was great, after all, and there seemed to be no end to it, hereWith all that being said, Pandora pushed the chair at the head of the table that she had been occupying out, the four wooden legs screaming protests against the cold stone floor, and rose to her feet. If you wanted something done, you obviously had to do it yourself. Her silent footfalls followed her like a shadow, as she walked around the table, and towards the door. Stepping through the archway, Pandora turned left and headed for the Tower door, and thus towards Williams Room. Her long nails tapped along the stones as she walked, giving some warning at least that she was on the move.
As she stepped into Williams Room, she took notice of the Tower Guard at another one of his card games, and didn't bother to give so much as a nod in greeting. Instead, she walked to the far right corner and crouched into her usual position, easily making the jump from the ground floor, up to her personal quarters three floors up.
On her way, she caught the faint scent of Tathar, and knew in an instant that he must have returned from the shop awhile ago and was once again making himself at home in the NightWorld Library. At least someone got it's use out of it.
As she landed, Pandora didn't break her stride and instead crossed over to the many trunks that lined the south wall. Crouching down to her hands and knees, she then flopped her butt right there on the cold stony floor, drawing her legs up underneath of her. Taking a moment, she then fanned out her gown so that it bellowed out around her, the tips of her slippers poking out along the helm.
Finally, Pandora reached forward and lifted the lid to the trunk she rarely ever used. She was certain, somewhere inside this one, was a simple grey gown that was so bland it wouldn't mind a few stains.
As he read, suddenly the sound of angry footsteps met his hears, followed by the rustling of clothing ever so slight before he looked toward the ledge, eyes managing to catch the image of her feet as she leaped upwards to her own quarters. Not even stopping in to say hello, good day, sit stay or roll over? She must be in a bad mood, and he would rather steer clear of her when she was acting as such. He quite quickly picked up the book he had been reading and lifted it to cover his face...If things started to get thrown, then he wanted something he could use as a shield. It wouldn't help, really, but it made him feel better at least, and his eyes glanced back to the spot he had been reading before his attention had been divertedNow that the thought was implanted in her mind that her private quarters were in some serious need of touchups, seeing as they didn't belong to just her anymore, Pandora was actually looking forward to it. Of course, the place would be a mess for a few days, but given the speed in which she was able to work compared to a normal mortal, she doubted the job would take more then that. As she shuffled through the trunk with her belongings in it, Pandora began trying to picture the top level of the Tower in a more... fashonable appearance, shall we say? An excited smile crept up unawares on her face.
As her fingers closed around a greying fabrick within the trunk, Pandora withdrew her arms, bringing forth the simple gown.
"Well, there you are, old friend. What say a night out?"
Rising to her feet, Pandora then carried the grey gown across her quarters and laid it out on her cot. She then quickly tied her hair up at the back of her head so that it didn't get caught on anything while she changed. Her fingers, blindedly working behind her, began unlacing her current gown, her mind already sorting through the plan.
He turned the page and continued on to another, soaking up the words therein...their meanings...their stories...These books were very different from the publications made by humans and their ilk...These parchments were relatable, holding experiences he had either experienced before, or could see himself doing. Night Courts, Demons, Wraiths...nearly every race of being was surely here on a page somewhere among the shelves, and he wanted to know all that he could about them....But right now, there was one particular kind of being at mind...One that was a bit closer than the rest were, and he chose to disreguard the propaganda fed to him by his elders and his own kind in lieu of the information here. How better to learn about a vampire than to read about them being written from the hands of a vampire? At least, that's what it seemed the author had been..The descriptions of such things within were detailed...Uncannily so...He was either one of them, or one foolish enough to get close enough whilst their dark deeds were committedFreed if her eligant gown, Pandora then stepped into the old grey fabrics, wiggling until it rested upon her shoulders where it belonged. She then reached behind her and found that though it was considerably easier to unlace, it was not equally able to relace. A small smirk covered her face, and Pandora called. "Seregon. A moment of your time."
She wasn't able to speak with him silently without him being in the same room as her, and had he still been marked she could have simply planted the thought in his own mind. However, seeing as neither were the case, Pandora simply depended on good old fashoned voice.
As she waited for him, Pandora returned to the trunk, her gown on but not quite fashoned up, and began tossing the things she had disguarded in her search back into it's proper location within the wooden trunk.
One of his brows raised ever so slightly, and slowly, as she called down to him from within her quarters...She was calling he, of all people, up there? Into the room that she had punished him for entering before? Well..As long as she was inviting him to do so this time he thought no more of the matter, placing the tome gently down before standing and moving to the ledge. Thankfully, there were niches carved into the stone leading up from here as well, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to get up there without doing something drastic, and he highly doubted she would appreciate him arriving to her summons as an animal rather than the "man" that she was expecting. He pulled himself up easily, standing on the ledge that led to within her quarters and looking within, taking a slow and tentative step foreward until he was sure she wasn't going to lash out at him before entering fully, hands clasping together behind his back as he looked about. The past two times he had been here he'd not had a chance to do so...The first was spent waking her, leaving him no time to do so, and the second time he was drained of his energy as much as she, so he cared little for her choice of personal surroundings at the time...But now, as he looked around, he saw it almost as his own home had been before she took it away from him. Bare of most things with few niceties...He would have to discuss that with her, as well, about his home. Whether he was to get it back or not, for she had clearly stated the night prior that he could stay within the Tower for the one night."You called...?"
[/b][/u][/center]As the sound of Tathar entering her quarters announced his arrival to Pandora, she rose from the floor, facing the small drop that he would emerg from. Her arms were folded over her chest, a gentle smile which ached just by being there, clearly on her face. "Aye, I did. Ah, do not look so uncomfortable, Seregon. Unless you plan to make remark to this hidious gown, you have no worries with being up here. I would like a hand."
Pandora then turned her back on him, not only to reveal exactly what she wanted a hand with, but also a small sign that she trusted him enough to do that at least.
"Bertha is tending to a newly transformed, and cannot assist me."
With one hand still folded across her chest to ensure the gown stayed exactly where she wanted it, Pandora used her left hand to reach up and make sure that no stray strands of her hair had escaped and would get in the way of the lacing.
Of course, she needed help with lacing her gown and her normal help was busy with a newly changed...but newly changed what, exactly? Was it another vampire, or was it another lycan? There were only a dozen cages in the detainment area, and last he knew there were....nine...other lycans in the lands...not counting the new arrivals that he had been scenting, but they'd made no attempt to come into contact with another member of NightWorld, so he had guessed that they were not staying, or at least had ni immediate intentions to do so. He moved forward, gingerly taking the laces and began doing them the way that was necessary to hold the dress in place...At least, he hoped it was the proper manner to do it. He hadn't a lot of experience with women's clothing past the fact that the vast majority of it was flashy and overpriced as well as made of materials that were not meant to last as well as not being very digestible...He had, in his younger years, had the misfortune of shifting while repairing some iron railing at a nobleman's home. His daughter had accosted him and being young he had no control over his emotions...That had been a very bad event, to say the least, but his mind snapped back freom that particular memory and he stepped away, finished with the task at hand."The gown is fine. And newly transformed...?"
[/b][/u][/center]She remained silent as his hands worked, stone still so his fingers wouldn't brush against the cruelty of her frozen flesh, if that's even what one could call it. When he finally stepped back, Pandora lowered her right hand from her chest to her side, and tugged, making certain it was secure enough to stay put. She responded to his question over her shoulder, working her left hand to undo the messy hairstyle and allow it to fall around her shoulders once more. "Shifter, Seregon. Her daughter stumbled across a poor fool whom did not have a clue what was happening to himself, and found it fitting to bring them here."
Running the fingers of her left hand through her hair to untangle any knots that found their way in her haste to put it up, Pandora then turned to face the Lycan, her head giving a brisk nod.
"Thank you. It is appreciated."
[/b][/u][/center]Why the red, Fred? Why this fog around the eyes? Red is, after all, my young bwana, the color of passion. The color of fire. Oh, fire! He wondered if it would tickle. Teehee, but no. No, really now. Come now. It was time. He had been a good boy. He had done as he was told. It was time now, right? Time for good Matty to get his reward...and if any little beasty tried to stop him...well, he knew just what to do with little beasties, didn't he?As she described the reason behind Bertha's absence he nodded. That was well enough a reason, though she didn't have to answer his inquiry. It was good to know that she thought enough of him to answer at all, much less keep her back facing him for such a long period of time...and when she was so close, too...Her scent flooded his nostrils the moment he'd stepped up here. It was not too dissimilar from other vampires...Maybe a bit more pungeant, but that was to be expected given her status as a Master. But no, the odd part was that the scent of death around her did not bother him. Maybe he had just been around her long enough to adjust, so he mentally shrugged it away, nodding yet again to her words of thanks, deciding that now was as good a time as any to ask as to what he was going to do for a place to stay, as it was beginning to get old staying at his shop. It wasn't the shop itself, but the fact that the cot was...uncomfortable...and that was her doing"I am glad to be of service. However, and I do not mean to sound bothersome, since you so clearly stated that I was to stay within the Tower last evening only, where am I to go tonight? Am I to return to my shop again...?"
[/center]Pandora gave a grin of secrets, as she gestured with her hand towards him. You'd think she had some sort of magical ability attached to that gesture for how much she used it. "That is your choice, Seregon. You are welcome to return to the shop, and I will of course replace that cot of yours. You are also welcome back to the small home in the Village if that is where you care to rest your head. Or you are welcome to extend your stay here, within the Tower."
Pandora then crossed the room, leaving him standing there, to where her cot sat. Bending, she easily gave it a small shove, and watched as the cot slid from against the wall in towards the middle of the room itself. Straightening once more, she headed towards the row of trunks, and repeated the bend, shove, slide stop movement. As she pushed the last trunk towards the center of the room, Pandora turned her gaze back to Tathar.
"Wherever you feel more at home suits just fine, Seregon."
Then she closed her eyes, sensing Mathas. He was impatient. And waiting for the reward promised to him for his duty last eve.
Leaving the room in the state it was in, Pandora headed towards the drop, her voice drifting back over her shoulder.
"Perhaps we could discuss this on the ground floor? It seems duty calls..."
[/center]He stalked anxiously about the holding cells, once the player realized it was her turn to be creative, and he opened and closed his fists anxiously. Creak creak creak...that sound, that sound, oh it was so terrible! He thought his head might just split from it! Where was she? Surely she hadn't forgotten about poor Matty...he was...he was her FAVORITE. He was her PET! He snorted, then winced as another bolt of pain shot through his head. He bet she had something else she'd rather "pet" now. Damn dog. Damn PUP. Oh, he'd kicked him before, and how he wished to kick him again! But now, now the beasty knew he had teeth, and he'd try to sink them into poor Matty's boots. Poor, poor matty. How could she have forsaken him?
That wave of her hand, a motion that she seemed to do all too often, amazed him every single time she did it. The smoothness...the grace with which she moved...He blinked it away, focusing on her words as she spoke. She had given him an answer as he had wanted, though going the long and non-direct way toward it. He watched as she began to move the things within her quarters, first her bed, then several trunks of which the contents were unknown to him. And as she asked that they continue their conversation down at the bottom of the Tower he nodded once more, moving to make the drop first. His knees bent on landing, stretching out an arm and using his fist to support and stop his torso from continuing moving foreward before standing and moving out of the wayPandora followed Tathar a moment later, her drop equally easy. The simple, and admittedly ugly gown hardly even have the time to bellow out around her. As her feet landed soundless on the stones of the ground floor, Pandora's knees bent to keep her balance. Straightening, she shoved her hair behind her ears once more, and crossed Williams room, exiting the door and making a sharp right hand turn down the hallway until she reached the first archway there. Then, she turned right again and entered the Meeting Room, having no need to speak.
A quick stride brought her to her chair in no time at all, and Pandora stiffly lowered herself into it. Her eyes then turned towards the door, and towards Tathar. She didn't really think he would be comfortable with the 'business' that she had to attend to so first, she silently and mentally summoned Mathas. Because he had tasted her blood enough times already, he was litterly at her beck and call, no matter where he was located. Then, aloud, she spoke to Tathar.
"Have you a busy evening ahead of you?"
[/center]However ugly the gown may have been to her, he thought it quite appealing on her. Though, he had simple tastes. He thought flair was overly extravagant and a waste of money. Even some of the simplest things could be attractive on the right form, and she worked the gown wonderfully...Of course, his opinion could very well be skewed since his...feelings...for her clouded his judgement on the matter. He had waited for her to move off first before following, keeping his normal respective distance and positioning behind her as he did so, passing through William's quarters and onward, taking the turn once, then for the second time into the meeting room, eyes looking around at the empty room as she took her seat, choosing instead to lean against the wall, himself, arms crossing about his chest, puzzling over her question...She knew that he really had nothing to occupy himself with during the night time hours."Not really."
[/center]The Master of the City gave a brisk nod of her head, weighing her response. The silence between them ticked by for a moment, and then another. During this time, Pandora herself folded her hands in her lap casually. Finally, she adverted her eyes to stare at the empty table top as she spoke next. "I must grat Mathas his payment for the duty he performed last eve. I do not know if you care to be here to witness that or if you would feel much more comfortable elsewhere."
Probably the most honesty she'd ever given anyone before. Generally, she would dismiss whomever was in attendance, as she didn't much care to allow people to watch the encounter, but Tathar had at least earned the respected position to choose for himself.
She was not embarrassed by this statement or the actions that would follow. It was who she was, and if he did not care to accept that, he was mingling with the wrong sorts of people. Her voice, calm and businesslike, reflected her utter lack of emotions on this subject.
He simply shrugged. He had a very good idea as to what exactly was going to happen, but he wasn't sure as to how Mathas was going to go about it...And even if his appetite for it was as large as his own had been...Either way, this would provide to be a learning experience....As well as the fact that he did not like the fact that the worm was going to be so close to her...So...in contact with her, and he pointedly took a seat at the table a decent enough distance away from her without being as far away as he possibly could...And as he sat there, his hands gripped the armrests of his chair, quite tightly so for a moment."If I am to....be around...I may as well adjust to that, hadn't I?"
[/center]Pandora turned her eye's to him after he took a seat and spoke, the corner of her lip twitching upward ever so slightly, and her eyebrows arched. "You would not be getting jealous of Mathas now would you, Seregon?"
Her voice weighted just enough of a teasing tone to mark her words, and though her eye's were still their icy blue complex, within them showed a curiousity that she couldn't quite hide.
He had a point. If he was going to be around, he would come across it eventually. He would simply need to learn to adjust to such things. Pandora was, well, Pandora. Nothing would change that.
"Speaking of being around, does that mean you have decided to take up a more perminate residence here within the Tower?"
[/center]He understood the fact that her business, duties, and actions were hers and hers alone. He would not try to change that...he would not attempt to divert her from her normal actions any more than she would not ignore having him caged every moon phase...But that did not mean he condoned them...and he definitely did not like them, not in the least. But he would adjust. Though, her mention of his being jealous, even though he very well knew that he was, he could not help but huff as if he did not know what she was talking about...That teasing tone not going unnoticed, but rather unreplied to...And as he spoke, his voice was a grumble"Jealous of Mathas...? Indeed...I'll no sooner be jealous of him as I will be taking a bite out of the moon. Hmph....And yes, I suppose I shall be."
[/center]Pandora's smile stretched and she simply nodded her head at his first proclaim. She could smell the jealousty on him, but would not press it. She knew, and he knew she knew. That was enough. As he indicated his extended stay within the Tower the smile stayed where it was at, and she gave another nod of her head, this one softer and not so brisk.
"Very well. And have you decided where you feel the safest for your stay?"
She mentally called to mathas once more, wondering what on earth had been taking him so long, though her eye's did not leave Tathar in the process. She was honestly curious. The Tower was full of Vampires, and she had never once pictured a Lycan feeling comfortable enough to come any time other then the Moon Phases, though obviously she had underestimated Tathar. It was simply... shocking, to say the least.
Oh how she wished she had still her mark upon him. She would love to know what was going on in that mind of his...
Well, at least she had managed to smile, and this time it was decently large enough for him to feel a little pride. That was yet another time he'd made the very same vampire smile...Good to know that at the very least he amused her. At her question, however, his expression would move from defiant jealousy to complete extrovertion..He really didn't know where he would feel safest...Safe was, after all, a relative term, for him...And she would likely think the same way, but he wouldn't count on that. Safe was a place that was inaccessible to the general populace, and while the NightWorld quarters were probably safe enough, he considered the rest of the night denizens to be a part of that public....And the fact that the majority of them were vampires, at least the ones that stayed even after the moon phases, didn't help that fact. One lycan around a bunch of leeches, the only one of which he actually trusted being right there in the same room as himself right now...That was not likely to end well...Eventually someone was going to get uncomfortable and say or do something unwise, be it he or they...And eventually he pulled himself from his thoughts. He still did not have a definite answer....Though, mayhap he could move a cot into one of the holding cells? No, that wouldn't work...It would eventually get broken."I.....Have no earthly idea, really."
[/center]She sensed his hesitation over the question and nodded her head businesslike when he provided the best answer he could come up with. Well, not exactly the best answer, but the one she figured he would provide. She had thought through the same things, to be honest. And though the Tower was probably the safest bet, there were times her hired help would slip and disobey her direct order. The only place that would be safe in her opinion was her own private quarters. But what was safe for him, might not very well be all that safe for herself then, now would it?
Was she willing to take that large of a risk? To give up the only safe haven for herself, and allow him to move into her private quarters? She knew she wouldn't attack him, but that did not mean he wouldn't take full advantage of that himself. Not to mention that if someone came for her, he might very well become a casualty to dismiss while at it.
Ah well, he was a grown boy, or most of the time at least. It was entirely his decision.
"I can always have a cot brought to my quarters if that is where you wish to remain. Or while I am doing renovations, I can split it in two and you can have your own private quarters up there. The decision is yours."
Before she got emotions involved in this conversation, Pandora abruptly changed the topic, unfolding and refolding her hands in her lap under the table.
"And how did Lily and Portier fair today?"
[/center]Oh dear, oh dearie dearie him. What was that noise? Ah, it seemed to be coming from so far away, such a tunnel. Perhaps the Faeries wanted him to play again? But no. Not that sweet melody. A thousand of St. Peter's harps couldn't be so melodious. It was her, her, and she was calling him, calling him back to her. He had been a good Matty, he would get his reward. Anxiously, stumbling, he tried to open the door for several moments before remember he had to PULL It, pull it like a trigger on a crossbow, yes, yes that was it, and then he was through, through and back into the real world and there she was in all her shining glory, dressed as a princess, and he had not an eye for anyone but her. And he fell in his weakness, he was nothing, he was a worm, he did not deserve it but she was kind, she was lovely... "Prncss..."
He could barely mutter as he crawled, weakly along the floor to her.
"Pls....I been good...I didn't do nothin...please...you...promised poor matthy..."
[/center]That little suggestion was...unexpected...? Yes, that word would suffice well enough...He had not expected her to mention anything of the sort to him...In her own private quarters? A large leap ahead, it was...Of course, she could be baiting him for a trap, but thus far she had not done so much to make him believe that thought for a moment. But why all of a sudden the large amount of trust in him? Or, was she starting to take as much of a liking to him as he was her? Oh, the number of questions running through his head at that moment before Mathas began crawling his way toward her, and he sneered, turning his attention away from the man for right now...How could one degrade themself in such a manner? To crawl..? To beg...? He did hope that Pandora did not expect that much of him, for if she did, then there was going to be a complication"If that is your wish. It is your home, and your rules...Whatever you decide I will abide by."
[/center]She heard Mathas pleads and with a flick of her left hand, beckoned him forward, her eye's more gentle then the sneer upon her face. Afterall, once upon a time, Mathas was a respectable young man before he met Pandora. As she watched Mathas slowly approach, pleadings in every move he made, Pandora gave a nod of her head to Tathar's response. She would not make such a decision for him. She had offered her quarters, and thus if he wanted them they were his as well, but she would not order him to reside there. That was entirely his decision and she would not be making it for him. If he expected her to take the difficulties out of all his decisions, apparently she would not be the only one disappointed.
As Mathas drew near enough, Pandora rose her left hand and made a simple but deep enough cut along the inner of her forearm. Half way between wrist and elbow. Then, squeezing her fist, Pandora watched as her own blood seeped from the selfinflected wound.
"Come, Mathas."
With her eye's solely on the boy, Pandora held out her arm.
And how quickly did he rise! It was testament to the abilities he knew would soon be granted to him--the perks of the trade. He craved her, craved her, how had he ever lived before he met her? He hadn't, of course! That was why he had done all of those evil things, surely, becuase her presence had not been there to steer him right! It even explained his murderous intent. Even then he craved blood--he just didn't know what blood.And so he placed his lips to the cut, and the sucking began. He nearly moaned from it as sheer primal and sensory overload took over for coherent thought. He could taste the sweet, salty copper, draining down his throat, could feel his own heart beat race intoxicatingly as ie began to take immediate effect, strengthening him, spurning him forward, taking away the withdrawal, and even before their eyes his face would flush even as his eyes fluttered unseeingly, rolled back in his head. He curled his own fingers at his side as he took draught after draught, completely past the point of no return, unable to stop himself now as at last his fix hit him and hit him hard.
He merely sat there, leaning foreward slightly at the scent of freshly spilled blood...and her own, no less....He wanted to throw himself over the table and take Mathas' place, but knew better of it...However she might look down on him for refusing should she ever ask him to do that again, he didn't care...He would not become a fiending slave who required her to keep a sane mind...No...His needs from her were much less dramatic, though likely not less demanding...But they had not yet reached that stage in this thing that couldn't even be called a relationship....So, he merely watched...Observing as Mathas rose quickly and took the offered arm into his mouth, suckling like a starving babe...His brow furrowed, and his eyes narrowed...but he said nothing...And he would say nothing until Mathas was gone, at which time he would announce his decision in case she had not made it for him. If she hadn't, it showed that she had alloted him a degree of freedom and liberty that was...unheard of, for a Master of the City.She focused on Mathas as his lips came to fasten on her forearm, her free hand caressing his cheek, and then sliding around to the nape of his neck. That then wasn't for an intimate gesture, but rather for security. She would need to force him away when he reached a certain amount as Mathas himself would drink until there was nothing left to intake. Her eye's blurred slightly as if unfocused, and she smacked him with glamor. Of beauty, a room of privacy, done up in the way in which his mind worked. It was a habit, when Mathas fed, for it made shifting through his thoughts all that much easier. And this, she did now. Sorting through his memories from the last feeding until this very moment. His thoughts throughout the punishment. His days without her.
When she came across the images in his mind regarding last eve, Pandora discovered for the first time exactly who it was that had stumbled into her home, blood seeping from wounds. Of course. Portier.
Pandora's expression became troublesome, as if suddenly Mathas' feeding were painful. It wasn't really, it was actually quite enjoyable, but the task of sorting images in one's mind was difficult, and Pandora never really realized her expression changed when trying to do so.
As Mathas drank on, Pandora flashed frame by frame in fullcycle speed, until she arrived to the most recent one of him fastening his lips upon her arm, and then she disguarded them and broke both trance, and glamor.
With a quiet moan, she closed her eye's but for a brief moment, her head tilting back, chin up. Mmm. The moan escaped again, and Pandora tightened her fingers on the back of Mathas neck ever so slightly, to draw him off of her before he took too much.
And he did not come easily. Indeed, as the glamour, such pretty pictures in a book, overcame him, there was no stopping. He was completely detatched from the here and now, and even when she had to basically pry him off of her, he pulled forward for one last drop before sagging back, his eyes refocusing somewhat, as a smile crossed his features, making him look ten years younger. A drop of her blood nearly escaped, but he would not waste such a precious commodity and hastily licked it up. Oh, had he ever thought this room was comfortable? It was too confining, to stuffy, too...dead. He gained a stronger stance on his feet, smiled sweetly, demurely, with an angel's face at her. His condition was much improved now, and he even managed a mostly-genuine smirk at Tathar.
"Was it good for you too?"
But he chuckled, and marveled at the way the laughter seemed to bounce around the walls back to his ears. How...interesting. He turned away from her, not out of rudenss, but because he had found some other little thing that captivated his interest. The spiders, it seemed were fleeing. How...delightful. Like a child with a new toy, he completely forgot, out of sight, and out of mind and stood in the doorway, watching their pretty dance as they fled, seeking higher ground from something.
He simply kept watching, hands moving to the armrests of his chair and gripping them again, though this time to the point where they creaked alarmingly, especially when her face began to show as if she were in pain...But she said nothing, so he did not interfere. He gritted his teeth, though, trying to use the grinding sound of that to drown out the sounds of her moaning...It was infuriating...But he would adjust to it...He would adapt to his new surroundings like any animal would. But it wasn't too long before she apparently had stopped him from his drinking, the man standing and smirking at him, speaking as if he were his better, as he always did...Surely now he was stronger and faster than a mere mortal...But he lacked the effects being permanent...and they were not ingrained into his being...And he was still weaker than he...He bit back the urge to threaten him with a duel with the beast, as he did last night, knowing that Pandora would likely not approve, and his grip tightened on the armrests, a low growl escaping his throat as he picked that moment to give her his answer as to where he would be staying from here on out, and he relaxed, almost fluidly leaning foreward and resting his elbows on the table, an odd, almost seductive and suggestive look overcoming his features as he turned his attention from Mathas and to Pandora. While his decision was what he truly did want, the timing of it was too perfect, and would no doubt shut Mathas up, at least for the moment."I think that I shall accept your offer. Your quarters will be more than satisfactory, love, and I look foreward to moving in."
[/center]She had been watching Mathas, though not truely focused. The taking of a Vampires blood was always somewhat sexual, and Mathas, having gone so long without, was equally greedy in his feeding which made it all the more distracting to Pandora. Not at all unpleasant, but different. When Tathar spoke, however, Pandora turned her unfocused gaze to him, the word love clearing her mind quite quickly, at least a considerable amount. She knew he was baiting Mathas, but what could she really do about it? Had she not used Tathar himself to bair Portier? And Trinity?
"Mmm hmm."
Pandora closed her eye's trying to grip fast to the experience that she felt but moments ago with Mathas, but Tathar's words floated in her mind, and she finally got a grip on the meaning behind them. He would be staying in her quarters.
Her eye's flashed open and focused on the Lycan once more, clear headed and leveled.
"Should you think for one moment this will improve your changes to dismiss me, kindly keep in mind that I run this kingdom, and that a Lycan in my seat of power will not last very long. Understood?"
She didn't want to speak the words, but they needed to be addressed. Pandora didn't want to believe Tathar was capable of such things, not after the tango they were doing for the past month. But as Master of the City, it needed to be broached.
The expression on her face was one of pure delight, but of what? Tathar's answer to where he would be staying, or what had just taken place between her and Mathas?
Teehee. 'Love'? Oh that was a good one! Good good good! He let out a little giggle, unable to help himself as he whirled back to face them. A lycan loving a vamp...oh, how that was funny. He giggled again and tried to keep a straight face, instead looking like he was in pain. But oh, he couldn't get upset, not now. Hadn't she just proven in front of the mutt? She had. No matter what else he wasn't sure of at that time, at least of that he was certain. Besides, he had other things to occupy himself with now. Things...outside. Oh yes, yes, he would go outside and dance along the streets, just like a little faerie. And woe be unto the first woman who caught his eye, because he had his own sort of special charm that he needed no supernatural effects to aid. He giggled again. how silly they were acting, like two kids--pups?-- just out of school!"well!"
He giggled again, then finally managed to master himself.
"Well then, you two have fun! Fun, eh?"
He winked lecherously at Tathar.
"But the night is young and the heart is strong...so I'll be going now."
He turned and ambled to the door, stopping and grinning back at Pandora. He made a show of winking and raised on fist, stuck out his thumb and forefinger in a gesture that wouldn't gain meaning for another century, then slipped through. Let her think what she would of him.
Oh, he had noticed how clear her expression had become at his words, but whether that was connected to his answer about where he would be staying or the fact that he had called her "love" was a mystery to him, but he would not let his obvious curiosity on it show...No, not in the least. He would not let Mathas have that satisfaction...Right now, the satisfaction was all completely his own to see the man who had only just been baiting him do so again and walk away, and raise his hand in a gesture that was quite alien to him....Oh, one day...One day he would have the personal pleasure of skinning that one alive. He would bear the consequences proudly for it, too...Though at Pandora's words of him dispatching her, he raised his hand and waved at it. He had no intentions of doing so.....And he believed she knew that,,as well."Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. I could have done so numerous times already, and I have not. Hasn't that proven anything to you?"
[/center]Pandora gave a gentle gesture of her arm before planting both palms on either side of her armrests, and slowly dragged herself to her feet. Mathas had fed, and thus Pandora too needed to do the same. "All it proves, Seregon, is that you are either biding your time, or are ruled by something other then your lust."
She closed her eyes and froze a moment, to gain her wits about her and stop the room from spinning. Then, very slowly, Pandora's eye's opened again and her gaze landed on Tathar. She was almost tempted to glamour him for a snack, but thought better of it. If he were going to be staying in her quarters, it's best not to piss him off too much.
"I must feed, Seregon. Mathas... Mathas... Well, Mathas took quite a bit out of me."
She wasn't going to go into details of exactly how starved and exausted both she was. Instead, she slowly straightened, removing her arms from her chair and balanced herself.
"Do have one of the guards prepair a cot for you and have them leave it in Williams Room. It is easier if I bring it up myself rather then have one of them try to carry it and climb at the same time. I shall fetch it before I retire for the day."
Her plan; Feed from one of the Meals provided by their neighbouring realm Sacred Stones, check in with the guards stationed about to ensure nothing had gone drastically wrong, and then she would gather the cot up and bring it with her to her quarters. she hadn't gotten as far as she wanted on the renovations and painting hadn't even gotten started, but there would always be tomorrow.
As she slowly used the table to guide her steady on her feet, Pandora headed for the archway, pausing at the end of the table.
"Unless, of course, you plan to join me?"
And with a suggestive grin, she slipped from the Meeting Room and off towards the Holding Cells.
