Post by Pandora LeAmour on Jun 24, 2009 22:07:41 GMT -5
Pandora LeAmour
Tathar Seregon
Location: The Tower
Time: Sunset
She had woken but a half an hour ago, to find the small parchment settled in her quarters just waiting for her. It now lay in a ball on the floor beside her cot. Tonight was another working evening, and thus Pandora forced herself to dawn on a simple blue gown. Solid one color, no details, no flaire, no beauty. Bland and unattractive looking.
The moment Bertha finished lacing it for her and left the room, Pandora crossed to the center of her chambers, her eye's studying the walls. They would not stay this way for even one more day. Detestful looking things.
Quickly, she pinned her hair up off her neck, and slipped on a pair of simple blue gloves. Her slippers matched at least, and was the last thing Pandora slipped into. Then she crossed the horrid quarters over to the drop, and stepped off the landing.
Her knees folded automatically, and Pandora landed without a sound, her left hand reaching out to study herself, while her right automatically curved behind her back. She barely even felt the balls of her feet hit the stone, before she straightened her legs, and rose to her short but full height. Her hands then fell to her sides, and Pandora glanced around. William was not within his room, but that was to be expected. He would undoubtedly be waiting for her in the Meeting Room.
And thus, to the meeting room she went. On the way, she passed four guards and briskly gave each a nod of her head, not pausing in her stride. When she walked through the archway that led into the Meeting Room itself, Pandora spotted William standing straightbacked beside her chair, parchments in hand.
Her bottom sunk into her traditional chair at the head of the table, and gloved fingers laced together in her lap. Her eye's remained on William as he went through the days events, and the plans for this evening.
When he finished, she gave a brisk nod of her head and held out her hand for whatever parchments he would undoubtedly have for her. The moment said parchments were placed in her hands, Pandora's eye's scanned through the first page, as she heart William back from the room and disappear.
He finished cleaning everything up and donned his cloak. He would have to deliver the promised message to Pandora about the new lycan so he could be briefed on the laws and such. Tonight was strictly business, and as such he forced himself to act as such, putting on the brooding expression that he had come into these lands with originally and snapping the hood up over his features, tugging it tight before making for the door. It had been a slow day, the only real high point being the little visit earlier that afternoon by the healer Trinity, and her coming visit to bring him more tea.
Figuring she didn't have any official business for another few hours, Pandora left the abandoned Meeting Room and headed, instead, for the NightWorld Library, where she fully intended to deposit these new parchments, creating the beginning of another never ending pile. Then, with luck, she'd be able to sneak back to her own private quarters where she had some mighty big plans about those awful looking walls.
The jump to the second story of the Tower was easy enough, and Pandora pointedly ignored the two guards stationed there. Instead, she walked into the pitched dark Library, navigating between bookshelves, until she reached the center of the room where a single table was located.
There, she disguarded the new parchments and with a smirk, piviotted on her heels, heading back for the drop. If she could get the correction on the walls done before her meeting, she could fly through that and have the remainder of her evening to feed. Something she much needed to tend to since even without feeding Mathas, she was running low. Add his reward to the list and Pandora was in dangerous waters.
He locked up his shop and headed out into the village under the dark night sky, blending in rather well with his cloak and surroundings. The walk was spent thinking, as he had nought much else to do except for maybe think over travelling to another land and realm to sell some of his goods. He was overstocked, after all...But he would let that wait a few days at most to see whether or not he would recieve a large order from someone locally. The bottom of his cloak swished quietly as he stepped ever onward, the Tower looming closer with each and every one.
In her private... Nay, THEIR private quarters once more, Pandora set to work. With the lack of a decent meal in her, Pandora really should have been working at normal speed, but the nagging urge to get this awful color off her walls had her a bit keyed, and she began moving about in fastforward, even a rather quick speed for a Vampire, Master or otherwise.
This speed got the job done a lot quicker, but it burned through the bloodstore she had within her rather quickly as well. She wasn't really paying attention. Her mind simply on the task at hand. Get rid of this hidious color. She wanted black. She wanted grey. She wanted brown.
The new colors were coated over top the old, not having any idea how to actually strip the paintjob that was already there. Bits and spashes of paint flew... Well, everywhere at this rate.
Upon reaching the Tower he performed the usual routine of rapping and waiting for William to answer and open it before striding in and giving the man a brief word of greeting before moving onwards. This wqs probably going to be slightly uncomfortable, at least on his part, but he wouldn't show it. Upon reaching the meeting room he looked around. He didn't wait for very long, merely long enough to see that she wasn't here before moving off, not bothering to wait for William's words of where she was or what she was doing. He was heading through the man's room by that point, and toward the spot where he could climb upwards. If she was not in the meeting room, then she was probably within the library.
As soon as he had reached the drop room he felt something...odd. Looking up before he removed his cloak he saw tiny flecks of...something. Something red. Was it dried blood? No, it didn't smell of it. It smelled pungeant, and he believed then that he knew where to find her, so he tossed his cloak to the side and began the short climb upwards. He moved quickly, the sounds of paint tearing ever so slight filling his sensitive ears as he moved upwards, not bothering to glance within the library as he passed it by. No, he chose rather to keep going. She was definitely within their chambers, getting rid of the paint that had upset her the night before...Upset her because he had not known the right thing to say at the time, and because of it she had all but rejected him. He bit down on his tongue, then, to keep his miond away from that, telling himself over and over within his mind that this was strictly a business meeting and nothing more. Upon reaching the ledge he piulled himself up, watching for a moment as she frantically tore the paint away before clearing his throat to grab her attention, voice remaining calm and smooth with no hint of anything else.
Her movements froze as the clearing of a voice behind her caught her attention. Without needing to turn around, Pandora had a pretty good idea who was there and when he spoke, it was confirmed. It was then that she turned, slowly, a playful grin stretched out on her usually expressionless face.
The smile didn't even weaver as she began to slowly walk towards him, her hands positioned on her hips. When she finally stood directly infront of him, she tipped her head up so that she could still keep her eye's locked gazing into his own.
A single gloved hand came up to trace a small circle over his chest before she gripped hold of his shirt roughly pulling him a fraction of an inch closer so that he bumped up against her.
Her eye's softened to a lighter shade of blue, almost magically so though this Vampire held no magical abilities, cept perhaps her ability to charm. Then again, most Master Vampires were able to do so as well.
His expression threatened to lighten at her first statement, but he held himself stern, even as she approached. He swallowed once....and a second time as she pulled him to her, body's clashing for a moment before her next suggestion was aired. Why, oh why did she have to make things so very difficult for him like this? Did she enjoy tormenting him, so? Of course she did, otherwise she would not be doing it. He, however, kept his eyes into her own, and managed to speak with an even voice, even though it threatened to waver here and there...He managed to hold it, for the moment.
Pandora tightened her grip on Tathar's shirt, but instead of pulling him towards her, she pushed him backwards seeing as he was so close to the wall,it would only take a step or two to reach it. Her grin simply stretched, as she kept her eye's upon him. Simply standing there, grinning playfully up at him a moment, before she finally spoke, her voice altered.
In truth, she didn't really care to believe he had sought her out for business, though she knew it was but the truth. She could smell the honesty on him. Then again, she could also smell the temptation.
She was technically on duty tonight, and thus should have conducted herself in manner befitting of a Master of the City, but they weren't in the official meeting room, rather their own chambers, and thus Pandora felt she could get away with exactly how she was conducting herself. In her mind, they were in the private chambers, and thus she did not need to act as Master of the City but rather simply Pandora LeAmour, Master Vampire.
He stumbled back and landed with a soft thud against the wall, a few chips of paint falling onto his shoulders as he did so, a slightly surprised look on his features. Had she not rejected him just the night prior? And now she was acting like she had done anything but....She confused him to no end, but if she wanted to play tonight, while she was on duty no less, then he would play as well, reaching out with a hand to grasp the fabric of her gown and tugging her to him so that her body fell against his own, hand reaching around her to press the small of her back toward him. Oh yes...if she wished to play, then he was by no means going to stop her, a mischievious look coming over his eyes as they bore into her own.
Pandora chuckled quietly, and rising on the tips of her toes, slipped a single gloved arm around the back of his neck. With a not so gentle yank downward, she forced his head to lower so that her lips could reach his left ear. So close, that when she whispered to him, the coolness of her lips brushed against his warmed earlobe.
She allowed the top row of her teeth, minus the canines, to rake over his earlobe ever so briefly before she stepped back, her arm sliding from behind his neck as she did so, simply willing him to match her move.
A playful smirk tugged the corners of her lips taunt, and she stood there, infront of him, slowly teasing the gloves she wore off, one fingertip at a time. When all five fingers were free of their gloved keep, she slipped it off her hand completely and dropped it to the floor at her side, only to repeat with her other hand. Not once did her eye's leave his. Not once did she move anything but those hands of hers.
He did not even try to resist when she pulled him down towards her, a slight shiver running through his form as she brushed against his ear ever so softly with her cold flesh, goosebumps appearing over his entire form as well as causing the hairs on the back of his neck to rise when she nipped at him, hands clenching into fists as he exhaled slowly. She wanted to play...to tease...to extend the encounter...That was fine. He would enjoy returning the favor. He stood there, waiting until she had discarded her second glove to the floor before stepping foreward quickly, taking those few steps as fast as this form would allow, right arm reaching out and scooping her into it's fold, well off of the floor, so she was high enough to be face to face with him, leaning foreward slowly, darting his face to the side as if to whisper into her ear...And he would, but not at the moment...No, his jaws opened and clamped gently on the area where her neck met her shoulder, giving it a firm bite of his own before releasing, voice coming out low and breathy.
It wasn't his movements that caught her off guard, but rather the instant his mouth met her throat. Too close this one could go. If he was to kill her, he would do it now and though she knew this, she couldn't bring herself to defend. No, instead her teeth decended and her eye's flashed, a quiet grunt escaping her own parted lips. When he released her to speak, she reached both hands up to take hold of his shoulders.
She pulled him back towards her, though she was clearly off her own feet, she lifted her legs to lock around his waist, better to ensure he couldn't send her anywhere without his own form following. She longed to use her teeth, but with them, a mark would be placed. She would not do so without his request, and thus Pandora depended on her own nails, digging into his shoulders to better highlight her thought.
God, was it difficult not to charm him. Not to enchant, not to mark, not to kill. Why, it almost took all the fun out of it... Almost...
Instead, seeing as she could not estract the method she would have were he anyone else, she sought instead to unnerve him. With her nose brushing against his neck, she lifted her head ever so slight so that her lips were once more at his ear.
Oh how that sound that escaped her lips made him want to take this to heights far beyond what it was beginning to become, and at her first question he simply nodded. He could take whatever she could give...By this point she should have known that, but if he had need to prove it again he would be more than happy to oblige. Apparently, she was enjoying this just as much as he was...or she was simply succumbing to the excitement of the moment...Either way, he was not going to pass up this opportunity. After all, hadn't he already given her his news...? He had fulfilled his business with her for the evening, so now it was time for pleasure...And he groaned...Lowly the sound fell from him as her nails dug into his shoulders...He longed for her touch, and he was being fulfilled....But now he longed for something more...And she spoke of something along those very lines when he raised his left hand, the right busy supporting her back, and this he took her own within, covering her fingers with his own, and he pressed, driving her nails even farther downwards until they punctured thr shirt and skin both, the heady scent of blood wafting about him now.
Her eyebrows arched instantly, as he took her hand in his own and pressed more weight onto it. They could have popped right out of her sockets when blood scented to her nose. Clearly she didn't need to be told twice.
Before he could retract that invitiation, Pandora lowered her mouth to his wounds, her cold lips instantly clamping over to cover every precious drop. She nudged him closer to her, or as closer as they two could get given the current position, and began roughly clensing the wound her nails made at his own hand.
How difficult it was, to drink and not glamor him. She had not sunk her own teeth into him, and this there was no risk at marking him, for it was the canine teeth that carried that power. Even if, however, the wounds had not been made by her own teeth, the experience of an exchange of blood, be it both ways or only one, carried with it a sensual experience that no mortal had ever experienced.
Mentally, she knew that she should slow down. She knew that she should stop, before he found himself getting weaker, but it had been so very long since she last fed, and the last thing she could do was break away.
That feeling.,..that experience...was far, far different than he remembered from their previous encounters. The first time had been in the heat of battle, and she had weakened him greatly with her bite...The second was a blur....He had brought her here to her chambers and fed her of himself...Another self inflicted wound, yes, but he had only let it drain into her mouth, not daring to let her grasp him in her weakened state...She very well would have bled him dry that night...But no...This time...It felt as if it were a drawing on his nerves...A pulling sensation that was not all uncomfortable after a few moments time to get adjusted. In fact, it felt quite nice....A form of release that he had never experienced before, and his fingers tightened on her back, nails running along her skin firmly as he did so....He felt the strength begin to leave him...but he knew he could last a little longer before he would have need to pull her away from him...At least in this way, they could share eachother....And he did not mind one bit.
Her mind was flooded with his own. Shifting from picture to picture, she was able to see things from his own point of memory. Within these moments, she learnt more about him then she had discovered in the time she had known him.
The relationship with his father. The punishment for not being overly talkative. The attempt on his fathers life. Banishment. His journeys from realm to realm. Not only could she see these images, but she could sense the emotion behind it.
The more she drank, the more she learnt. The more she learnt, the more leverage she had against him. Even his inner most secrets were no longer hidden away, for when a vampire drank from you, they had access to everything that that blood was witness to.
And because she had not glamored him, he was clearly aware of exactly what happened. Not only was it pleasant for the both of them, but with that pleasantness, came consequence. She was reading him like an open book. Learning how his kind lived, flourished, and ultimately, how they could die. The more he allowed her to drink, the more she would discover.
And drank, she did. Slowly and gentle at first, until whom he was, whom she was disappeared and all that remained was the Vampire, feasting on that sacred nector that only those living seemed to have. Between the swallows, quiet pleasantary noises tickled along the back of her throat, completely unaware she was making them.
A meal... A delicious sweet tasing meal. And one she wanted all of.
Oh how that feeling ran through him like cold fire...Through his every nerve and muscle and vein...And he relished in it..Let it flood him...It was a pleasure he had never experienced, and he had partaken of many of the pleasures of flesh...It was not unlike true intimacy, for it was very, very close to that. He knew that while she was drawing on him...from him...that she was also drawing of what he knew...who he was...and every memory and experience that went along with it...But he could not pull her away from him just yet...He was reaching a peak, and he wanted that feeling to wash over him as a breaking wave did on the rocky shores of the northern seas...And as he felt that all he was was being run through himself and into her it did indeed break over him...and he was awash in it...revelling in it...He was not hesitant about giving himself to her in such a manner...As he had already told her, he wanted her in her entirety, and it was only fair that she recieve the very same in return...Though, as he began to feel that she was taking too much, drawing ever stronger on him, his left hand reached slowly upwards, grasping almost numbly at the back of her neck until he felt he had a firm enough grip...hesitating as those noises...those pleasant sounds she was making escaped her...but she soon began to drink quite strongly...too much so, and he tightened his grip on her neck, giving a firm pull backwards in attempt to remove her from him lest she have lost control of her actions and succumbed to the thirst entirely.
His words barely made it through her, and she dismissed them, not even fully comprehending what he was saying, what he was doing. She shifted so that her hands fastened him to her, her drawing of his blood increasing. No, she was not going to be letting go.
Even as his hand gripped her neck, she didn't budge. The noises she made continued, more frequent, more intense. She was no longer spending private time with Tathar, her roommate, her companion. No, now it was past that.
She was Pandora LeAmour, the vampire. The Master of the City. And she was hungry. Aroused. Lost to it all.
His memories progressed, his arrival into the forest. His confusion as he couldn't find the right way out. His astonishment when he arrived at the hedge of Tranquility. Each pull brought a whole new flood of memories, of emotions.
His meeting of Mathas. The first time he laid eyes on her. His aquiring of the Smithary. Lelenda, Trinity, Lily. Portier. On and on, more blood, more satisfaction, more knowledge.
A slightly confused look fell over his expression as she did not move from her place. He had feared this moment...That she would relinquish all control to her base instincts...And here it was. He had tried to remove her, and she had ignored him completely...She was going to try to drain him, every last drop...And what was moreso, her grip had tightened on him. He did not even know if he would be able to manage shifting if it came to that, and that was very nearly what it was beginning to look like. He fell, then, to his knees, the weight of both of them bruising his kneecaps as he did so, the pain shooting through him like a waking bolt of lightning, and it gave him enough state of mind to lean his head forward, jaws closing around the very same space that he had bitten before, only this time he bit down...and hard, trying to at the very least wake her from what she was into a semblence of her normal self.
Her actions were absolutely nothing against him at all, infact had she been aware of whom he was she would have gladly stopped her feast. Pandora, unfortunately, was in the moment and not the reality.
As the two of them fell, she gripped him tighter, the intent to drag him back to his feet. She could easily support both their weight, and had the plan to until his jaws locked upon her. Her first instant was to go for the mark. To sink her teeth into him, setting in motion the ability to control his thoughts, his actions. Her second, was to slam him with glamour. Of pleasure, of comforts, of calmness.
She performed neither. Instead, she took another couple of deep draws, savoring it before reality struck her once more and she instantly let go of both her hold with her hands and her lips. Her hope was that she had not drawn too much from him, and at the same time just enough to cause him to slump from the sudden determination to support himself.
She was not entirely full, and the longer he latched onto her, the less blood of his she would still have. These thoughts weren't what she was holding against. No, it was the memory of how he acted last he tasted her blood. The withdrawls. She hadn't wanted to put him through that again, his outrage still fresh in her memory.
Before he could take enough to gain his remarkable strenght back, Pandora pushed him squarely in the chest, not in hopes of hurting him, but in hopes of breaking his hold on her. Of breaking his taking of her blood. The less he got, the longer it would take him to heal, and recover, but also the less likely he would go through withdrawls. She could not, would not put him through that again. A frustrated, and yes even slightly angry hiss escaped her.
As she took from him he began to take from her, though he actually only gulped a few mouthfulls before letting the rest that welled up run out of the corners of his mouth....but it seemed that she had come to her own senses while he was leaving his..the scent...the taste of her filling him...and he very nearly gave in and began to gulp at her as he had done before in the Library below, but she released him...and thankfully she pushed him, and he slumped backwards, using the hand that had been holding the small of her back to support himself now, albeit unsteadily. Was that what it felt like to be the victim of a vampire's bloodlust...? The sheer feeling that you had no ability to do anything against it...? It was a wonder in itself. Her hiss broke his wandering train of thought, and he looked at her with slightly unfocused eyes, tongue running over his lips to collect the blood that was already beginning to dry there before speaking.
She sat there before him, still on her knees, her eye's watching his for signs of rage at what had taken place. Any sign that she could expect him to come storming in demanding to know what she had done to him.
Currently, there were none. But then again, there hadn't been any last time either. Quickly, Pandora placed an expressionless mask on her face, to keep her thoughts, her feelings hidden. When he spoke, she fluently raised to her feet, her right arm coming to rest at her side. Her left, she rose to her mouth, slipping two fingers inside before running the moistened fingers over the marks he had made upon her.
She said nothing throughout all of this. When she had finished in her hopes that her own healing ability mixed with the Lycans blood would at least allow the wound to heal quicker. It wouldn't heal the way other wounds to a vampire would heal, for when Lycan marked even a vampire, the healing process was painfully mortal. She had hoped, with the mixture of both their blood, it wouldn't take that long at the very least.
With her eye's still on him, Pandora opened her mouth to speak, though not a sound came out and she clamped her jaws shut again. The silence stretched between them, until she tried once again. This time her voice followed, quite businesslike considering what had just transpired.
Then, still standing there infront of him, her voice took on a softer more personal note, though her expression remained unreadable. Her eyes, were a different telltale.
Her hesitation to reply was....expected...As was her expression of emotionless indifference. He watched as she moved to mix his blood with her own at the wound on her neck, and instantly he began to feel regret. Not for the incident that had just happened. No, that was quite pleasurable, even if the end had gotten a bit...out of sorts compared to what he was used to. No, that wasn't it at all...it was the fact that he had bitten her so. He hoped beyond hope that it would not scar her as he had already done to her once before. His own wound was of no concern to him at the moment...It would heal in due time, though her saliva would slow that process somewhat. And his body was already busily at work trying to replace the red blood cells that had just been lost...But one thing was clear...he needed to feed. He needed to eat, and soon. As she spoke he shifted his position, pushing himself up onto his feet. He stood shakily at first before he focused enough to keep himself still, and he reached up to his wound with his right hand, squeezing it to remove any of her saliva that might be lingering before looking to her, seeing that look in her eyes that clashed so very much with her expression, and he moved forward, wrapping her in an embrace, pressing his feverish form against her own icy flesh, though he did make sure that her head was going to be on the opposite side lest she decide to want another bite, so to speak.
She wasn't certain if she should lean into his embrace, or resist it. She'd never actually been in quite this position before. In her indifference, before she was ever certain what to do, her body chose for her, and she found herself leaning into the embrace as if a hunger in itself.
When he spoke, she tried to give him a gentle smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes, the nod of her head however, at least gave some indication she understood what he meant. She hadn't even thought about her own wound. How would she hide that scar, if it formed? No, none of these thoughts crossed her mind at the moment.
All at once she noticed that he wasn't quite holding her the way he once had. It was.. Off, somehow. Weaker. Ah yes, that made sense. He had lost his blood, and thus like herself, he needed to restock.
Slipping from his embrace, Pandora slid one of her arms beneath his own, so that she could help support some of his weight. The drop might do a bit of damage, but she hadn't wanted to risk hurting his ego by picking him up. Though she wondered how the winded Lycan had gotten both up and down before in this state, she was't certain she wanted to witness him do it again.
There was still a bit of stock left in the Feeding Room, and he could have all that he wanted, all that he needed. She had done this too him, and thus providing him with the only thing she had to offer, her power, her money, her privledges with position, was the least she could do.
Well, at least she leaned into him rather than leaving him standing there holding her feeling as if he was the only one there. That had to count for something, didn't it? And so he returned the smile she offered him, not noticing that it was not entirely heartfelt. No, he was simply enjoying the moment before she slipped out of his arms, only to slip one of her arms into one of his own. Under normal circumstances with anyone else he would have pushed them away, but since they were companions now he felt no need to do so with her, and he gratefully leaned against her ever so slightly, pride keeping him from doing any more, he moved with her toward the drop. It was odd to step off of the ledge with her on his arm, but he was thankful that she was there, for the landing taxed him greatly. With her aid he managed to remain on his feet, bent at the knees of course, but he had threatened to lean off to the side, and she had kept him from doing so. He very well could have broken his ankle with that. Though it would heal quickly enough, it was a great pain to reset. And he meandered with her in the direction of the feeding room, letting her take the lead.
As they reached the door to the Feeding Rooms, Pandora released his arm and stepped aside so that he could enter first. The archway simply wasn't wide enough to allow them both enterance at once. In fact, she had no plans to feed at all. At least, not here. The stock was rather dwindling, and she wasn't scheduled to make another trip to Sacred Stones to gather more until the first day of the Moon Phase.
No, she turned her gaze to the guard positioned just outside that room, the color shifting from Icy blue to a more lighter, whitelined color. The same thing that happened most times when she was carrying on a silent conversation when blood had not been in the mix.
Standing there, she looked as if she were simply having a staring contest with the guard, until finally she broke eyecontact, and the guard hurried off to fetch a worthwhile meal for the Smithy.
She then turned her attention back to Tathar, her voice indifferent once more. Business. Strictly business. Afterall, they were on the ground floor wher guards and other NightWorld members could easily hear.
She quickly diverted her gaze once more, for a Master of the City waited for no one, and briskly walked away. He had not taken so much from her that she would run the risk of going dry in a single night. No, she would feed later, when the Smithy was either occupied outside the Tower, or long since asleep.
Returning to the upper floor once more, Pandora ran her bare fingers over the mark he had left on her, wondering if it too would scar, not for the first time. And then, seeing no point worrying over something that may or may not happen, Pandora set back to work on the task she had been attempting before he arrived to speak with her abo.. Oh yes.
The newly arrived Lycan. She would simply have to question more details out of Tathar next they saw each other. He needed to feed. And she needed to keep her distance else she be tempted to repeat what had already taken place.
The walls of the private quarters held witness to her mood. It was there, alone and frustrated, she took out her vengence on exactly what she was feeling.
He watched as she left right after he'd made his way within. Though, he had not watched as she carried her silent conversation with the guard. He'd merely gone in search for the very first seat he could see, and this he sagged into with a deep exhalation of breath. It was not long before he was brought a young deer...Thin...starving, or damn near it...It would be meager pickings, but it was more than satisfactory for what he needed. The animal was deposited, flanks nervously twitching as it must have scented what he was, and he heaved himself from his seat. He needed not to be subtle about it...Grace was nothing at this point, and so he launched himself toward it, crashing it to the floor. He fell with it, of course, but that was fine...He could use his weight to press it down, and this is what he did as he started tearing at it ravenously. He didn't bother with breaking it's neck first...no, he was starving, and so he tore at it's throat with his teeth, tearing the skin and fur and artery there before using his hands to rip it open further, essentially diving right into his meal. He would have to be fast...He had an appointment to keep with the healer.
Tathar Seregon
Location: The Tower
Time: Sunset
She had woken but a half an hour ago, to find the small parchment settled in her quarters just waiting for her. It now lay in a ball on the floor beside her cot. Tonight was another working evening, and thus Pandora forced herself to dawn on a simple blue gown. Solid one color, no details, no flaire, no beauty. Bland and unattractive looking. The moment Bertha finished lacing it for her and left the room, Pandora crossed to the center of her chambers, her eye's studying the walls. They would not stay this way for even one more day. Detestful looking things.
Quickly, she pinned her hair up off her neck, and slipped on a pair of simple blue gloves. Her slippers matched at least, and was the last thing Pandora slipped into. Then she crossed the horrid quarters over to the drop, and stepped off the landing.
Her knees folded automatically, and Pandora landed without a sound, her left hand reaching out to study herself, while her right automatically curved behind her back. She barely even felt the balls of her feet hit the stone, before she straightened her legs, and rose to her short but full height. Her hands then fell to her sides, and Pandora glanced around. William was not within his room, but that was to be expected. He would undoubtedly be waiting for her in the Meeting Room.
And thus, to the meeting room she went. On the way, she passed four guards and briskly gave each a nod of her head, not pausing in her stride. When she walked through the archway that led into the Meeting Room itself, Pandora spotted William standing straightbacked beside her chair, parchments in hand.
"Good day, William. What have you got for me?"
Her bottom sunk into her traditional chair at the head of the table, and gloved fingers laced together in her lap. Her eye's remained on William as he went through the days events, and the plans for this evening.
When he finished, she gave a brisk nod of her head and held out her hand for whatever parchments he would undoubtedly have for her. The moment said parchments were placed in her hands, Pandora's eye's scanned through the first page, as she heart William back from the room and disappear.
"Well then... Let the evening begin."
[/b][/u][/center]He finished cleaning everything up and donned his cloak. He would have to deliver the promised message to Pandora about the new lycan so he could be briefed on the laws and such. Tonight was strictly business, and as such he forced himself to act as such, putting on the brooding expression that he had come into these lands with originally and snapping the hood up over his features, tugging it tight before making for the door. It had been a slow day, the only real high point being the little visit earlier that afternoon by the healer Trinity, and her coming visit to bring him more tea.Figuring she didn't have any official business for another few hours, Pandora left the abandoned Meeting Room and headed, instead, for the NightWorld Library, where she fully intended to deposit these new parchments, creating the beginning of another never ending pile. Then, with luck, she'd be able to sneak back to her own private quarters where she had some mighty big plans about those awful looking walls. The jump to the second story of the Tower was easy enough, and Pandora pointedly ignored the two guards stationed there. Instead, she walked into the pitched dark Library, navigating between bookshelves, until she reached the center of the room where a single table was located.
There, she disguarded the new parchments and with a smirk, piviotted on her heels, heading back for the drop. If she could get the correction on the walls done before her meeting, she could fly through that and have the remainder of her evening to feed. Something she much needed to tend to since even without feeding Mathas, she was running low. Add his reward to the list and Pandora was in dangerous waters.
He locked up his shop and headed out into the village under the dark night sky, blending in rather well with his cloak and surroundings. The walk was spent thinking, as he had nought much else to do except for maybe think over travelling to another land and realm to sell some of his goods. He was overstocked, after all...But he would let that wait a few days at most to see whether or not he would recieve a large order from someone locally. The bottom of his cloak swished quietly as he stepped ever onward, the Tower looming closer with each and every one.In her private... Nay, THEIR private quarters once more, Pandora set to work. With the lack of a decent meal in her, Pandora really should have been working at normal speed, but the nagging urge to get this awful color off her walls had her a bit keyed, and she began moving about in fastforward, even a rather quick speed for a Vampire, Master or otherwise. This speed got the job done a lot quicker, but it burned through the bloodstore she had within her rather quickly as well. She wasn't really paying attention. Her mind simply on the task at hand. Get rid of this hidious color. She wanted black. She wanted grey. She wanted brown.
The new colors were coated over top the old, not having any idea how to actually strip the paintjob that was already there. Bits and spashes of paint flew... Well, everywhere at this rate.
Upon reaching the Tower he performed the usual routine of rapping and waiting for William to answer and open it before striding in and giving the man a brief word of greeting before moving onwards. This wqs probably going to be slightly uncomfortable, at least on his part, but he wouldn't show it. Upon reaching the meeting room he looked around. He didn't wait for very long, merely long enough to see that she wasn't here before moving off, not bothering to wait for William's words of where she was or what she was doing. He was heading through the man's room by that point, and toward the spot where he could climb upwards. If she was not in the meeting room, then she was probably within the library.As soon as he had reached the drop room he felt something...odd. Looking up before he removed his cloak he saw tiny flecks of...something. Something red. Was it dried blood? No, it didn't smell of it. It smelled pungeant, and he believed then that he knew where to find her, so he tossed his cloak to the side and began the short climb upwards. He moved quickly, the sounds of paint tearing ever so slight filling his sensitive ears as he moved upwards, not bothering to glance within the library as he passed it by. No, he chose rather to keep going. She was definitely within their chambers, getting rid of the paint that had upset her the night before...Upset her because he had not known the right thing to say at the time, and because of it she had all but rejected him. He bit down on his tongue, then, to keep his miond away from that, telling himself over and over within his mind that this was strictly a business meeting and nothing more. Upon reaching the ledge he piulled himself up, watching for a moment as she frantically tore the paint away before clearing his throat to grab her attention, voice remaining calm and smooth with no hint of anything else.
"Pardon the interruption, Master, but I have news for you."
[/b][/u][/center]Her movements froze as the clearing of a voice behind her caught her attention. Without needing to turn around, Pandora had a pretty good idea who was there and when he spoke, it was confirmed. It was then that she turned, slowly, a playful grin stretched out on her usually expressionless face. "Seregon... News, you say? Have you come to tell me that you missed me and wished my company again?"
The smile didn't even weaver as she began to slowly walk towards him, her hands positioned on her hips. When she finally stood directly infront of him, she tipped her head up so that she could still keep her eye's locked gazing into his own.
A single gloved hand came up to trace a small circle over his chest before she gripped hold of his shirt roughly pulling him a fraction of an inch closer so that he bumped up against her.
"Or perhaps you have come to share the beloved news that you have elected to help me up here... "
Her eye's softened to a lighter shade of blue, almost magically so though this Vampire held no magical abilities, cept perhaps her ability to charm. Then again, most Master Vampires were able to do so as well.
His expression threatened to lighten at her first statement, but he held himself stern, even as she approached. He swallowed once....and a second time as she pulled him to her, body's clashing for a moment before her next suggestion was aired. Why, oh why did she have to make things so very difficult for him like this? Did she enjoy tormenting him, so? Of course she did, otherwise she would not be doing it. He, however, kept his eyes into her own, and managed to speak with an even voice, even though it threatened to waver here and there...He managed to hold it, for the moment."I bring news of a new arrival. Lycan, unknown strain. He seems respectful enough...And if you wish my help then you have but to ask of it, Master."
[/center]Pandora tightened her grip on Tathar's shirt, but instead of pulling him towards her, she pushed him backwards seeing as he was so close to the wall,it would only take a step or two to reach it. Her grin simply stretched, as she kept her eye's upon him. Simply standing there, grinning playfully up at him a moment, before she finally spoke, her voice altered. "Are you certain this is what you wish to speak of? Business? Could we not try a more... pleasant pasttime?"
In truth, she didn't really care to believe he had sought her out for business, though she knew it was but the truth. She could smell the honesty on him. Then again, she could also smell the temptation.
She was technically on duty tonight, and thus should have conducted herself in manner befitting of a Master of the City, but they weren't in the official meeting room, rather their own chambers, and thus Pandora felt she could get away with exactly how she was conducting herself. In her mind, they were in the private chambers, and thus she did not need to act as Master of the City but rather simply Pandora LeAmour, Master Vampire.
He stumbled back and landed with a soft thud against the wall, a few chips of paint falling onto his shoulders as he did so, a slightly surprised look on his features. Had she not rejected him just the night prior? And now she was acting like she had done anything but....She confused him to no end, but if she wanted to play tonight, while she was on duty no less, then he would play as well, reaching out with a hand to grasp the fabric of her gown and tugging her to him so that her body fell against his own, hand reaching around her to press the small of her back toward him. Oh yes...if she wished to play, then he was by no means going to stop her, a mischievious look coming over his eyes as they bore into her own."Pleasant, eh...? Aye, I think I for one would like that."
[/center]Pandora chuckled quietly, and rising on the tips of her toes, slipped a single gloved arm around the back of his neck. With a not so gentle yank downward, she forced his head to lower so that her lips could reach his left ear. So close, that when she whispered to him, the coolness of her lips brushed against his warmed earlobe. "Aye, I thought you would."
She allowed the top row of her teeth, minus the canines, to rake over his earlobe ever so briefly before she stepped back, her arm sliding from behind his neck as she did so, simply willing him to match her move.
"The only question remains then, m'darling... Is if not if you WANT to, but if you can handle it... "
A playful smirk tugged the corners of her lips taunt, and she stood there, infront of him, slowly teasing the gloves she wore off, one fingertip at a time. When all five fingers were free of their gloved keep, she slipped it off her hand completely and dropped it to the floor at her side, only to repeat with her other hand. Not once did her eye's leave his. Not once did she move anything but those hands of hers.
He did not even try to resist when she pulled him down towards her, a slight shiver running through his form as she brushed against his ear ever so softly with her cold flesh, goosebumps appearing over his entire form as well as causing the hairs on the back of his neck to rise when she nipped at him, hands clenching into fists as he exhaled slowly. She wanted to play...to tease...to extend the encounter...That was fine. He would enjoy returning the favor. He stood there, waiting until she had discarded her second glove to the floor before stepping foreward quickly, taking those few steps as fast as this form would allow, right arm reaching out and scooping her into it's fold, well off of the floor, so she was high enough to be face to face with him, leaning foreward slowly, darting his face to the side as if to whisper into her ear...And he would, but not at the moment...No, his jaws opened and clamped gently on the area where her neck met her shoulder, giving it a firm bite of his own before releasing, voice coming out low and breathy."Oh I think I am safe enough."
[/center]It wasn't his movements that caught her off guard, but rather the instant his mouth met her throat. Too close this one could go. If he was to kill her, he would do it now and though she knew this, she couldn't bring herself to defend. No, instead her teeth decended and her eye's flashed, a quiet grunt escaping her own parted lips. When he released her to speak, she reached both hands up to take hold of his shoulders. "Are you, now?"
She pulled him back towards her, though she was clearly off her own feet, she lifted her legs to lock around his waist, better to ensure he couldn't send her anywhere without his own form following. She longed to use her teeth, but with them, a mark would be placed. She would not do so without his request, and thus Pandora depended on her own nails, digging into his shoulders to better highlight her thought.
"And whatever happened to the business attitude you so sought to have when you entered here this evening, Seregon?"
God, was it difficult not to charm him. Not to enchant, not to mark, not to kill. Why, it almost took all the fun out of it... Almost...
Instead, seeing as she could not estract the method she would have were he anyone else, she sought instead to unnerve him. With her nose brushing against his neck, she lifted her head ever so slight so that her lips were once more at his ear.
"Do you know what I want?"
[/center]Oh how that sound that escaped her lips made him want to take this to heights far beyond what it was beginning to become, and at her first question he simply nodded. He could take whatever she could give...By this point she should have known that, but if he had need to prove it again he would be more than happy to oblige. Apparently, she was enjoying this just as much as he was...or she was simply succumbing to the excitement of the moment...Either way, he was not going to pass up this opportunity. After all, hadn't he already given her his news...? He had fulfilled his business with her for the evening, so now it was time for pleasure...And he groaned...Lowly the sound fell from him as her nails dug into his shoulders...He longed for her touch, and he was being fulfilled....But now he longed for something more...And she spoke of something along those very lines when he raised his left hand, the right busy supporting her back, and this he took her own within, covering her fingers with his own, and he pressed, driving her nails even farther downwards until they punctured thr shirt and skin both, the heady scent of blood wafting about him now."I delivered my message...My business is done...Now, drink."
[/center]Her eyebrows arched instantly, as he took her hand in his own and pressed more weight onto it. They could have popped right out of her sockets when blood scented to her nose. Clearly she didn't need to be told twice. Before he could retract that invitiation, Pandora lowered her mouth to his wounds, her cold lips instantly clamping over to cover every precious drop. She nudged him closer to her, or as closer as they two could get given the current position, and began roughly clensing the wound her nails made at his own hand.
How difficult it was, to drink and not glamor him. She had not sunk her own teeth into him, and this there was no risk at marking him, for it was the canine teeth that carried that power. Even if, however, the wounds had not been made by her own teeth, the experience of an exchange of blood, be it both ways or only one, carried with it a sensual experience that no mortal had ever experienced.
Mentally, she knew that she should slow down. She knew that she should stop, before he found himself getting weaker, but it had been so very long since she last fed, and the last thing she could do was break away.
That feeling.,..that experience...was far, far different than he remembered from their previous encounters. The first time had been in the heat of battle, and she had weakened him greatly with her bite...The second was a blur....He had brought her here to her chambers and fed her of himself...Another self inflicted wound, yes, but he had only let it drain into her mouth, not daring to let her grasp him in her weakened state...She very well would have bled him dry that night...But no...This time...It felt as if it were a drawing on his nerves...A pulling sensation that was not all uncomfortable after a few moments time to get adjusted. In fact, it felt quite nice....A form of release that he had never experienced before, and his fingers tightened on her back, nails running along her skin firmly as he did so....He felt the strength begin to leave him...but he knew he could last a little longer before he would have need to pull her away from him...At least in this way, they could share eachother....And he did not mind one bit.Her mind was flooded with his own. Shifting from picture to picture, she was able to see things from his own point of memory. Within these moments, she learnt more about him then she had discovered in the time she had known him. The relationship with his father. The punishment for not being overly talkative. The attempt on his fathers life. Banishment. His journeys from realm to realm. Not only could she see these images, but she could sense the emotion behind it.
The more she drank, the more she learnt. The more she learnt, the more leverage she had against him. Even his inner most secrets were no longer hidden away, for when a vampire drank from you, they had access to everything that that blood was witness to.
And because she had not glamored him, he was clearly aware of exactly what happened. Not only was it pleasant for the both of them, but with that pleasantness, came consequence. She was reading him like an open book. Learning how his kind lived, flourished, and ultimately, how they could die. The more he allowed her to drink, the more she would discover.
And drank, she did. Slowly and gentle at first, until whom he was, whom she was disappeared and all that remained was the Vampire, feasting on that sacred nector that only those living seemed to have. Between the swallows, quiet pleasantary noises tickled along the back of her throat, completely unaware she was making them.
A meal... A delicious sweet tasing meal. And one she wanted all of.
Oh how that feeling ran through him like cold fire...Through his every nerve and muscle and vein...And he relished in it..Let it flood him...It was a pleasure he had never experienced, and he had partaken of many of the pleasures of flesh...It was not unlike true intimacy, for it was very, very close to that. He knew that while she was drawing on him...from him...that she was also drawing of what he knew...who he was...and every memory and experience that went along with it...But he could not pull her away from him just yet...He was reaching a peak, and he wanted that feeling to wash over him as a breaking wave did on the rocky shores of the northern seas...And as he felt that all he was was being run through himself and into her it did indeed break over him...and he was awash in it...revelling in it...He was not hesitant about giving himself to her in such a manner...As he had already told her, he wanted her in her entirety, and it was only fair that she recieve the very same in return...Though, as he began to feel that she was taking too much, drawing ever stronger on him, his left hand reached slowly upwards, grasping almost numbly at the back of her neck until he felt he had a firm enough grip...hesitating as those noises...those pleasant sounds she was making escaped her...but she soon began to drink quite strongly...too much so, and he tightened his grip on her neck, giving a firm pull backwards in attempt to remove her from him lest she have lost control of her actions and succumbed to the thirst entirely."That is enough, Pandora...You take too much..."
[/center]His words barely made it through her, and she dismissed them, not even fully comprehending what he was saying, what he was doing. She shifted so that her hands fastened him to her, her drawing of his blood increasing. No, she was not going to be letting go. Even as his hand gripped her neck, she didn't budge. The noises she made continued, more frequent, more intense. She was no longer spending private time with Tathar, her roommate, her companion. No, now it was past that.
She was Pandora LeAmour, the vampire. The Master of the City. And she was hungry. Aroused. Lost to it all.
His memories progressed, his arrival into the forest. His confusion as he couldn't find the right way out. His astonishment when he arrived at the hedge of Tranquility. Each pull brought a whole new flood of memories, of emotions.
His meeting of Mathas. The first time he laid eyes on her. His aquiring of the Smithary. Lelenda, Trinity, Lily. Portier. On and on, more blood, more satisfaction, more knowledge.
A slightly confused look fell over his expression as she did not move from her place. He had feared this moment...That she would relinquish all control to her base instincts...And here it was. He had tried to remove her, and she had ignored him completely...She was going to try to drain him, every last drop...And what was moreso, her grip had tightened on him. He did not even know if he would be able to manage shifting if it came to that, and that was very nearly what it was beginning to look like. He fell, then, to his knees, the weight of both of them bruising his kneecaps as he did so, the pain shooting through him like a waking bolt of lightning, and it gave him enough state of mind to lean his head forward, jaws closing around the very same space that he had bitten before, only this time he bit down...and hard, trying to at the very least wake her from what she was into a semblence of her normal self.Her actions were absolutely nothing against him at all, infact had she been aware of whom he was she would have gladly stopped her feast. Pandora, unfortunately, was in the moment and not the reality. As the two of them fell, she gripped him tighter, the intent to drag him back to his feet. She could easily support both their weight, and had the plan to until his jaws locked upon her. Her first instant was to go for the mark. To sink her teeth into him, setting in motion the ability to control his thoughts, his actions. Her second, was to slam him with glamour. Of pleasure, of comforts, of calmness.
She performed neither. Instead, she took another couple of deep draws, savoring it before reality struck her once more and she instantly let go of both her hold with her hands and her lips. Her hope was that she had not drawn too much from him, and at the same time just enough to cause him to slump from the sudden determination to support himself.
She was not entirely full, and the longer he latched onto her, the less blood of his she would still have. These thoughts weren't what she was holding against. No, it was the memory of how he acted last he tasted her blood. The withdrawls. She hadn't wanted to put him through that again, his outrage still fresh in her memory.
Before he could take enough to gain his remarkable strenght back, Pandora pushed him squarely in the chest, not in hopes of hurting him, but in hopes of breaking his hold on her. Of breaking his taking of her blood. The less he got, the longer it would take him to heal, and recover, but also the less likely he would go through withdrawls. She could not, would not put him through that again. A frustrated, and yes even slightly angry hiss escaped her.
As she took from him he began to take from her, though he actually only gulped a few mouthfulls before letting the rest that welled up run out of the corners of his mouth....but it seemed that she had come to her own senses while he was leaving his..the scent...the taste of her filling him...and he very nearly gave in and began to gulp at her as he had done before in the Library below, but she released him...and thankfully she pushed him, and he slumped backwards, using the hand that had been holding the small of her back to support himself now, albeit unsteadily. Was that what it felt like to be the victim of a vampire's bloodlust...? The sheer feeling that you had no ability to do anything against it...? It was a wonder in itself. Her hiss broke his wandering train of thought, and he looked at her with slightly unfocused eyes, tongue running over his lips to collect the blood that was already beginning to dry there before speaking."That....was different..."
[/center]She sat there before him, still on her knees, her eye's watching his for signs of rage at what had taken place. Any sign that she could expect him to come storming in demanding to know what she had done to him. Currently, there were none. But then again, there hadn't been any last time either. Quickly, Pandora placed an expressionless mask on her face, to keep her thoughts, her feelings hidden. When he spoke, she fluently raised to her feet, her right arm coming to rest at her side. Her left, she rose to her mouth, slipping two fingers inside before running the moistened fingers over the marks he had made upon her.
She said nothing throughout all of this. When she had finished in her hopes that her own healing ability mixed with the Lycans blood would at least allow the wound to heal quicker. It wouldn't heal the way other wounds to a vampire would heal, for when Lycan marked even a vampire, the healing process was painfully mortal. She had hoped, with the mixture of both their blood, it wouldn't take that long at the very least.
With her eye's still on him, Pandora opened her mouth to speak, though not a sound came out and she clamped her jaws shut again. The silence stretched between them, until she tried once again. This time her voice followed, quite businesslike considering what had just transpired.
"I warned you you might not be able to handle it."
Then, still standing there infront of him, her voice took on a softer more personal note, though her expression remained unreadable. Her eyes, were a different telltale.
"Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"
[/center]Her hesitation to reply was....expected...As was her expression of emotionless indifference. He watched as she moved to mix his blood with her own at the wound on her neck, and instantly he began to feel regret. Not for the incident that had just happened. No, that was quite pleasurable, even if the end had gotten a bit...out of sorts compared to what he was used to. No, that wasn't it at all...it was the fact that he had bitten her so. He hoped beyond hope that it would not scar her as he had already done to her once before. His own wound was of no concern to him at the moment...It would heal in due time, though her saliva would slow that process somewhat. And his body was already busily at work trying to replace the red blood cells that had just been lost...But one thing was clear...he needed to feed. He needed to eat, and soon. As she spoke he shifted his position, pushing himself up onto his feet. He stood shakily at first before he focused enough to keep himself still, and he reached up to his wound with his right hand, squeezing it to remove any of her saliva that might be lingering before looking to her, seeing that look in her eyes that clashed so very much with her expression, and he moved forward, wrapping her in an embrace, pressing his feverish form against her own icy flesh, though he did make sure that her head was going to be on the opposite side lest she decide to want another bite, so to speak."I am fine...Simply hungry and tired, but otherwise fine. I live, don't I?"
[/center]She wasn't certain if she should lean into his embrace, or resist it. She'd never actually been in quite this position before. In her indifference, before she was ever certain what to do, her body chose for her, and she found herself leaning into the embrace as if a hunger in itself. When he spoke, she tried to give him a gentle smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes, the nod of her head however, at least gave some indication she understood what he meant. She hadn't even thought about her own wound. How would she hide that scar, if it formed? No, none of these thoughts crossed her mind at the moment.
All at once she noticed that he wasn't quite holding her the way he once had. It was.. Off, somehow. Weaker. Ah yes, that made sense. He had lost his blood, and thus like herself, he needed to restock.
Slipping from his embrace, Pandora slid one of her arms beneath his own, so that she could help support some of his weight. The drop might do a bit of damage, but she hadn't wanted to risk hurting his ego by picking him up. Though she wondered how the winded Lycan had gotten both up and down before in this state, she was't certain she wanted to witness him do it again.
"Come, Seregon. You need to eat."
There was still a bit of stock left in the Feeding Room, and he could have all that he wanted, all that he needed. She had done this too him, and thus providing him with the only thing she had to offer, her power, her money, her privledges with position, was the least she could do.
Well, at least she leaned into him rather than leaving him standing there holding her feeling as if he was the only one there. That had to count for something, didn't it? And so he returned the smile she offered him, not noticing that it was not entirely heartfelt. No, he was simply enjoying the moment before she slipped out of his arms, only to slip one of her arms into one of his own. Under normal circumstances with anyone else he would have pushed them away, but since they were companions now he felt no need to do so with her, and he gratefully leaned against her ever so slightly, pride keeping him from doing any more, he moved with her toward the drop. It was odd to step off of the ledge with her on his arm, but he was thankful that she was there, for the landing taxed him greatly. With her aid he managed to remain on his feet, bent at the knees of course, but he had threatened to lean off to the side, and she had kept him from doing so. He very well could have broken his ankle with that. Though it would heal quickly enough, it was a great pain to reset. And he meandered with her in the direction of the feeding room, letting her take the lead."Aye, that I do...And so do you."
[/center]As they reached the door to the Feeding Rooms, Pandora released his arm and stepped aside so that he could enter first. The archway simply wasn't wide enough to allow them both enterance at once. In fact, she had no plans to feed at all. At least, not here. The stock was rather dwindling, and she wasn't scheduled to make another trip to Sacred Stones to gather more until the first day of the Moon Phase. No, she turned her gaze to the guard positioned just outside that room, the color shifting from Icy blue to a more lighter, whitelined color. The same thing that happened most times when she was carrying on a silent conversation when blood had not been in the mix.
Standing there, she looked as if she were simply having a staring contest with the guard, until finally she broke eyecontact, and the guard hurried off to fetch a worthwhile meal for the Smithy.
She then turned her attention back to Tathar, her voice indifferent once more. Business. Strictly business. Afterall, they were on the ground floor wher guards and other NightWorld members could easily hear.
"I shall depart with you here, Seregon. Enjoy thy dining."
She quickly diverted her gaze once more, for a Master of the City waited for no one, and briskly walked away. He had not taken so much from her that she would run the risk of going dry in a single night. No, she would feed later, when the Smithy was either occupied outside the Tower, or long since asleep.
Returning to the upper floor once more, Pandora ran her bare fingers over the mark he had left on her, wondering if it too would scar, not for the first time. And then, seeing no point worrying over something that may or may not happen, Pandora set back to work on the task she had been attempting before he arrived to speak with her abo.. Oh yes.
The newly arrived Lycan. She would simply have to question more details out of Tathar next they saw each other. He needed to feed. And she needed to keep her distance else she be tempted to repeat what had already taken place.
The walls of the private quarters held witness to her mood. It was there, alone and frustrated, she took out her vengence on exactly what she was feeling.
He watched as she left right after he'd made his way within. Though, he had not watched as she carried her silent conversation with the guard. He'd merely gone in search for the very first seat he could see, and this he sagged into with a deep exhalation of breath. It was not long before he was brought a young deer...Thin...starving, or damn near it...It would be meager pickings, but it was more than satisfactory for what he needed. The animal was deposited, flanks nervously twitching as it must have scented what he was, and he heaved himself from his seat. He needed not to be subtle about it...Grace was nothing at this point, and so he launched himself toward it, crashing it to the floor. He fell with it, of course, but that was fine...He could use his weight to press it down, and this is what he did as he started tearing at it ravenously. He didn't bother with breaking it's neck first...no, he was starving, and so he tore at it's throat with his teeth, tearing the skin and fur and artery there before using his hands to rip it open further, essentially diving right into his meal. He would have to be fast...He had an appointment to keep with the healer.