Post by Pandora LeAmour on Jun 26, 2009 22:52:26 GMT -5
Pandora LeAmour
Tathar Seregon
Location: The Tower
Time: five hours after sunset
As she stepped from the treeline and into the path of the Tower, Pandora tugged her hood up over her head once more. This evening she was clad in the traditional green cloak of the NightWorld, her slippers to match.
It had been a long evening thus far, as she journeyed to Sacred Stones to place an order for fresh stock before the Moon Phase tomorrow. So accustomed to her odd orders, the keep in Sacred Stones promised to have them delivered by noon the following day, which left plenty of time before the Lycan's were due.
She had no need to rap upon the Tower door, for even as she drew closer, she sent William warning she was approaching. By the time she arrived at the door, it stood open and William huddled behind it, waiting her entry.
With a brisk nod of her head, in passing, Pandora stepped into Williams Room and began removing her cloak. Just as she slid it free of her shoulders, she heard the door close and the lock slide back into place.
Handing over her cloak to his waiting hand, Pandora nodded her head and listened as William gave her a brief rundown of what took place while she was conducting business. Pretty simple. Pretty basic. And it seems she just missed Tathar entertaining the newly arrived Lycan.
Pandora simply arched her eyebrows at this news, and strolled past William, taking a right down the hall only to pause just out of sight of the Meeting Room, her senses alert.
He watched as Styx left, sagging into his chair and exhaling deeply. He couldn't stand business like that. Meetings and such were not his strong point. No, he was much more useful as hired muscle or for torture...but it had needed to be done, and tomorrow would prove to be quite entertaining and interesting, indeed. And even as the lycan left he caught a faint scent, wafting in from the breeze caused by the just closed door to the Tower, and he grinned slightly. How long had she been there? Had she been observing how he would handle the situation at hand? He thought he had been rather professional and accomodating to the man...as well as having made sure that he did not light his pipe within the Tower. She did hate the smell, after all. And it would seem that his other business, further research, would have to wait for a while...or at the very least for the moment, and he called out. Not very loud, no, actually in a more or less soft tone, for he knew that she would hear.
Hearing him obviously address her, Pandora stepped into the Meeting Room, her eyebrows still arched.
Her lips fell silent, and she continued walking further into the Meeting Room, passing him and settling down in her usual chair at the head of the table. Her eye's never left his position. Not when she withdrew her chair. Not when she took her seat, and not when she folded her hands calmly in her lap.
Of course she knew about the Hyena coming to claim his cloak. William knew everything, and thus she knew everything.
He made himself more comfortable in his chair, sloughing down and resting his chin in his left hand as he looked at her. Unlike vampires, he was still very much alive, so comfort was still a part of his life, and for the life of him he could not picture himself sitting here at the table for hours on end as she did at times. He would have a permanent imprint of the chair on his backside. And she was asking questions, eh? Perhaps she had not been there for the entire thing after all. In any case he nodded to her, speaking softly still. The nights before the full moon were strange. He felt almost human...The animal inside of him quelled almost to the point of being tame...but even as so much as it seemed this way, he knew that was not the case. Come tomorrow, he would change as he always did, and he would very much be an animal.
A curt nod of her head indicated that she heard him, and the lighter shade of blue that flashed in her icy pale eyes was the only sign she apprecaited it.
A brisk shake of her head as she already knew the answer to that. Oddly enough, she never quite felt as worried about tomorrow night as she was right now.
Straightening her shoulders once more, Pandora raised her chin, a move that probably looked like she was snubbing him, but really she would simply rather not look at him. He made her uncomfortable with the way thing's left off the night before.
He had been trying to avoid the evening prior, but it would seem that there was going to be no living with her until the dust settled between them, so to speak, so he raised himself in his seat, leaning on his elbows against the table in front of him as he looked to her, making it a point to keep his voice even lower than before. Firstly, he wanted to know why exactly she had asked whether or not he would be joining them in the cages tomorrow night. Surely she had not forgotten what he was? That he had no choice lest he do it in the village where there was much too much stimuli that was likely to set him off and make him do something he was likely to regret. While that thought scared him...that he may harm villagers and guards, the thought of hurting her came to mind first and foremost.
A wave of her wrist dismissed his apologies, again. What was done was done. There was little to no point harshing over it now. Besides, she had already told him he was free to read the books if he needd to so badly that he'd snoop through her things to get it.
Instead of commenting on that subject, she simply went towards the first. Why he may not be joining the others of his kind tomorrow night.. Only... That wasn't exactly a safe conversation either.
She couldn't very well go into the worried details about how she felt perhaps he would find a way out of the cages tomorrow night, for it would be the perfect opportunity for him to dismiss her in a way that even his emotions couldn't get in the way of.
He sighed again as he looked at her...She was hiding something from him, and it hurt. So much so that he stood, slowly pushing his chair back into place under the table before walking at an equally slow pace around it and past her, brushing against her ever so slightly, whispering to her quickly.
And with that he simply carried on his way. If she wanted to hide things from him that concerned him, then so be it. Likely he had offended her so much so that she could very well be planning on dispatching him in his sleep tonight, in which case he would not be making it to the cages. No, he'd be in a box somewhere, if he was even granted that much dignity. He continued on his way, heading for the drop room, calling back over his shoulder as he went.
She watched him go, and as she heard him head down the hallway realized he wasn't coming back.
Pandora hissed loudly and shoved her chair out and away from the table, her slippers not making a sound, but the helm of her gown swishing as she stomped after him.
Her voice was a little too high pitched for normal, and her teeth had decended in the moment of fury that seemed to be sweeping from her.
He had only just begun to climb, moving up a good few feet before she grabbed his ankle and tugged him toward the floor. He released his grip and landed the very short distance squarely, turning to face her with an exhasperated expression on his face until she spoke, that pitch in her voice making him wince. Oh how he cursed his hearing in moments like this...But at the very least she hadn't gobe too overboard with it, hence there was no blood streaming from his ears from ruptured eardrums. And for that moment as she bared her fangs he raised his voice, a very loud barking tone to it before he quieted himself into a semblance of his previous tone.
Taking a step back away from him, Pandora continued to glare. He wanted to know more, he wanted to see her for who she really was.
With another hiss, Pandora turned around. It was too difficult to face him with her teeth decended. She didn't show anyone those teeth unless they would not live to tell about it, and already he had seen them three seperate times.
She took a step away from him, even as she continued.
She sent her fist into the wall in Williams Room, knuckles clearing the stone in a small dent, and as the rubble tumbled to the floor, she hissed again, loud and highpitched.
He listened as she recanted a summary of what must have been in her diaries...And some of which he had read already with his own eyes before she showed up and scolded him for doing something he very well already knew was wrong. But if she was not going to be open with him, then he had taken it upon himself to find out. On accident, of course, as he had intended to go up there for some form of reference material as to their relationship...Well, not specifically. But as she spoke, she filled in holes in what he knew of her....And she expected him to just act as if she had not even seen his own experiences that matched her own so closely? He balled his hands into fists, cringing once more as her hiss met his ears, and he gritted his teeth, watching as she took out her frustrations on the wall. Better it than he. As he spoke his voice shook...be it with rage or simple raw emotion, he was unsure...
Ugh, but he was infuriating in his relation.
Turning to him, she marched her way, purposly shoving past him. A brief moment, she bent her knees and launched herself upward, into their own quarters. From above, she called out to him, for she wasn't entirely certain the mind gift would work. Afterall, his blood within her was nearly gone by now.
Even as she said it, she wished to take it back. It had, afterall, been a blunt out lie. There WAS one diary within her posession written by a Vampire whom Pandora herself had killed, and thus became in posession of his words. It had happened before, and it had not ended well.
Her voice was so quiet, so low, a mere whisper into the emptiness of their chambers.
He followed right after she shoved past him, damn near running up the niches in the wall on all fours it would seem, a throaty growl escaping his jaws as he did so. Why, oh why did she want to argue right before the full moon...? At least it was better than doing it the night of, in any case, but he would rather not argue with her at all. He wanted to live quietly for the remainder of his life, and they had a very long time yet to do so...but it would seem that arguing was inevitable. It was better than following their instincts, though...At least they weren't physically at eachother's throats. As he pulled himself up onto the ledge just a few moments after she began speaking once more he caught the softening in her tone...Their moodswings in conversation would no doubt one day become legendary....if their story was told, that is, and he calmed as well, sighing wearily as he faced her.
You were not meant to hear that."
Well, at least she was telling the truth now.
Suddenly, she felt as old as she really was. Old, and hungry and tired. Turning to face him once more, Pandora simply gave a mortals sigh. Then, slowly, she crossed to him and slipped a single gloved arm around his waist, her left hand coming up to caress his cheek.
Rising on her tippytoes, Pandora then brushed the faintest of a kiss to his lips, her cool skin leaving barely a sense, before she lowered herself flatfoot once more.
She slid the hand that had been caressing his cheek down his shoulder, down his arm, to take his hand in hers, then turning, she stepped away, releasing his hand so as not to tug him with her.
She had vowed she would not feed again until absolutely necessicary. To feed, would be to flush new blood into her, and thus flush his out. She wasn't ready for that.
When she came to her small cot, Pandora crawled into it and took the usual position, flat on her back, her hands resting on her stomache, fingers interlocked. She did not glance towards him, but rather stared up at the ceiling.
Yes, if she would not feed, she'd harvest as much energy as she could by resting more then what was required for a DayDeath.
Afterall, tomorrow promised to be long and gruesome.
Why did she have to do that...? Why did she absolutely have to get him riled up and then come crashing down into her emotional self too fast for him to get it out of his system...? Oh if he were mortal no doubt he would have an attack of the heart from it...But as was always, he could not be angry with her in this state. It just didn't seem fair to him if he did. And so he relished that ever so light touching of her lips to his and followed directly behind her, waiting until she had lay down in her normal position before crawling over her, as he did so he touched his lips to her forehead lightly in a gentle kiss before continuing on. Despite his weight and thanks to his unnatural grace he was able to maneuver himself to the other side of her without disturbing her too much, and there he lay, near wide awake, watching as she drifted toward her own version of slumber.
Tathar Seregon
Location: The Tower
Time: five hours after sunset
As she stepped from the treeline and into the path of the Tower, Pandora tugged her hood up over her head once more. This evening she was clad in the traditional green cloak of the NightWorld, her slippers to match. It had been a long evening thus far, as she journeyed to Sacred Stones to place an order for fresh stock before the Moon Phase tomorrow. So accustomed to her odd orders, the keep in Sacred Stones promised to have them delivered by noon the following day, which left plenty of time before the Lycan's were due.
She had no need to rap upon the Tower door, for even as she drew closer, she sent William warning she was approaching. By the time she arrived at the door, it stood open and William huddled behind it, waiting her entry.
With a brisk nod of her head, in passing, Pandora stepped into Williams Room and began removing her cloak. Just as she slid it free of her shoulders, she heard the door close and the lock slide back into place.
"Have I missed much, William?"
Handing over her cloak to his waiting hand, Pandora nodded her head and listened as William gave her a brief rundown of what took place while she was conducting business. Pretty simple. Pretty basic. And it seems she just missed Tathar entertaining the newly arrived Lycan.
Pandora simply arched her eyebrows at this news, and strolled past William, taking a right down the hall only to pause just out of sight of the Meeting Room, her senses alert.
He watched as Styx left, sagging into his chair and exhaling deeply. He couldn't stand business like that. Meetings and such were not his strong point. No, he was much more useful as hired muscle or for torture...but it had needed to be done, and tomorrow would prove to be quite entertaining and interesting, indeed. And even as the lycan left he caught a faint scent, wafting in from the breeze caused by the just closed door to the Tower, and he grinned slightly. How long had she been there? Had she been observing how he would handle the situation at hand? He thought he had been rather professional and accomodating to the man...as well as having made sure that he did not light his pipe within the Tower. She did hate the smell, after all. And it would seem that his other business, further research, would have to wait for a while...or at the very least for the moment, and he called out. Not very loud, no, actually in a more or less soft tone, for he knew that she would hear."Eavesdropping is rude, you know."
[/center]Hearing him obviously address her, Pandora stepped into the Meeting Room, her eyebrows still arched. "It is not evesdropping if it is in my own home. In my meeting room."
Her lips fell silent, and she continued walking further into the Meeting Room, passing him and settling down in her usual chair at the head of the table. Her eye's never left his position. Not when she withdrew her chair. Not when she took her seat, and not when she folded her hands calmly in her lap.
"How did the meeting go?"
Of course she knew about the Hyena coming to claim his cloak. William knew everything, and thus she knew everything.
"I trust you did remember to give him the cloak and remind him attendance tomorrow eve is mandatory."
[/center]He made himself more comfortable in his chair, sloughing down and resting his chin in his left hand as he looked at her. Unlike vampires, he was still very much alive, so comfort was still a part of his life, and for the life of him he could not picture himself sitting here at the table for hours on end as she did at times. He would have a permanent imprint of the chair on his backside. And she was asking questions, eh? Perhaps she had not been there for the entire thing after all. In any case he nodded to her, speaking softly still. The nights before the full moon were strange. He felt almost human...The animal inside of him quelled almost to the point of being tame...but even as so much as it seemed this way, he knew that was not the case. Come tomorrow, he would change as he always did, and he would very much be an animal."It went well enough. And yes, I gave him his cloak and told him that he was to be here tomorrow eve before the sun was set. I even made sure he did not light his pipe so the smell wouldn't offend you."
[/center]A curt nod of her head indicated that she heard him, and the lighter shade of blue that flashed in her icy pale eyes was the only sign she apprecaited it. "And what of you, Seregon? Will you be joining them tomorrow eve?"
A brisk shake of her head as she already knew the answer to that. Oddly enough, she never quite felt as worried about tomorrow night as she was right now.
"Of course you will."
Straightening her shoulders once more, Pandora raised her chin, a move that probably looked like she was snubbing him, but really she would simply rather not look at him. He made her uncomfortable with the way thing's left off the night before.
"Is there anything else I should be aware of?"
[/center]He had been trying to avoid the evening prior, but it would seem that there was going to be no living with her until the dust settled between them, so to speak, so he raised himself in his seat, leaning on his elbows against the table in front of him as he looked to her, making it a point to keep his voice even lower than before. Firstly, he wanted to know why exactly she had asked whether or not he would be joining them in the cages tomorrow night. Surely she had not forgotten what he was? That he had no choice lest he do it in the village where there was much too much stimuli that was likely to set him off and make him do something he was likely to regret. While that thought scared him...that he may harm villagers and guards, the thought of hurting her came to mind first and foremost."What do you mean....? Why wouldn't I be joining them...? And no, there is nothing else. Other than the fact that I will apologize for invading your privacy last night, yet again."
[/center]A wave of her wrist dismissed his apologies, again. What was done was done. There was little to no point harshing over it now. Besides, she had already told him he was free to read the books if he needd to so badly that he'd snoop through her things to get it. Instead of commenting on that subject, she simply went towards the first. Why he may not be joining the others of his kind tomorrow night.. Only... That wasn't exactly a safe conversation either.
"It does not matter."
She couldn't very well go into the worried details about how she felt perhaps he would find a way out of the cages tomorrow night, for it would be the perfect opportunity for him to dismiss her in a way that even his emotions couldn't get in the way of.
"Is there anything else you need tonight?"
[/center]He sighed again as he looked at her...She was hiding something from him, and it hurt. So much so that he stood, slowly pushing his chair back into place under the table before walking at an equally slow pace around it and past her, brushing against her ever so slightly, whispering to her quickly."The truth would be nice."
And with that he simply carried on his way. If she wanted to hide things from him that concerned him, then so be it. Likely he had offended her so much so that she could very well be planning on dispatching him in his sleep tonight, in which case he would not be making it to the cages. No, he'd be in a box somewhere, if he was even granted that much dignity. He continued on his way, heading for the drop room, calling back over his shoulder as he went.
"And no, I suppose there is nothing else I need."
[/center]She watched him go, and as she heard him head down the hallway realized he wasn't coming back."Seregon, Wait!"
Pandora hissed loudly and shoved her chair out and away from the table, her slippers not making a sound, but the helm of her gown swishing as she stomped after him.
"Screw this,"
She muttered to herself, and pushed her speed into overdrive. She reached the Drop just as he began to climb upward, and with a single gloved hand, clasped her fingers around his ankle, giving it a firm tug downward. "You think you know me? You think you want to know the truth? That you are ready for it? You do not know anything, Seregon. Anything."
Her voice was a little too high pitched for normal, and her teeth had decended in the moment of fury that seemed to be sweeping from her.
He had only just begun to climb, moving up a good few feet before she grabbed his ankle and tugged him toward the floor. He released his grip and landed the very short distance squarely, turning to face her with an exhasperated expression on his face until she spoke, that pitch in her voice making him wince. Oh how he cursed his hearing in moments like this...But at the very least she hadn't gobe too overboard with it, hence there was no blood streaming from his ears from ruptured eardrums. And for that moment as she bared her fangs he raised his voice, a very loud barking tone to it before he quieted himself into a semblance of his previous tone."No, I don't! I know almost nothing about you! And that is why I wanted to know more....I wanted to be able to see you for who you really are, and I still do. I want to know the real you."
[/center]Taking a step back away from him, Pandora continued to glare. He wanted to know more, he wanted to see her for who she really was. "Exactly my point, Seregon. You are lusting after something you know nothing about."
With another hiss, Pandora turned around. It was too difficult to face him with her teeth decended. She didn't show anyone those teeth unless they would not live to tell about it, and already he had seen them three seperate times.
"I am Pandora LeAmour, Master of the City. I am a victim of this disease. An unwilling participate whom quickly adapted to the new ways of this life. I hunted without merrit. Without mercy. Old and young alike."
She took a step away from him, even as she continued.
"Thousands. Hundreds of thousands. And when they cast me out, when they threatened to burn me at the stake. My own maker betrayed me. I was sentenced to die. Finally, my madness would end. And then I escaped. And here I am. I found a rurely little place and vowed that no one would know who or what I really was. No one would gain the knowledge to be able to destroy me like that again. I brought forth my only sister, and a handful of evildoers. Eventually, Tranquility blossomed into what you see it is now. But I have not changed. I do not protect the mortals for their own good. I protect it for myself. To ensure that I will never be in the position I once found myself. I am still a murderer. I am still evil. And I am bloody well still selfish"
She sent her fist into the wall in Williams Room, knuckles clearing the stone in a small dent, and as the rubble tumbled to the floor, she hissed again, loud and highpitched.
"I am not this woman you think you know!"
[/center]He listened as she recanted a summary of what must have been in her diaries...And some of which he had read already with his own eyes before she showed up and scolded him for doing something he very well already knew was wrong. But if she was not going to be open with him, then he had taken it upon himself to find out. On accident, of course, as he had intended to go up there for some form of reference material as to their relationship...Well, not specifically. But as she spoke, she filled in holes in what he knew of her....And she expected him to just act as if she had not even seen his own experiences that matched her own so closely? He balled his hands into fists, cringing once more as her hiss met his ears, and he gritted his teeth, watching as she took out her frustrations on the wall. Better it than he. As he spoke his voice shook...be it with rage or simple raw emotion, he was unsure..."And you think that I did not do the same..?! You saw it through my own eyes just the other night, Pandora! I have killed friends...lovers...I have torn them to pieces without the ability to control myself. I watched as I mulched them and ate them! It drove me to silence, and when I would not speak my father, my Sire, tried to correct it by tearing out my throat over...and over! I was exiled from my own kind! How can you not see the similarities between us and at least try to accept them? I don't care if you are evil...Hell, so am I, just ask any human who has seen what my kind can do!"
[/center]Ugh, but he was infuriating in his relation. Turning to him, she marched her way, purposly shoving past him. A brief moment, she bent her knees and launched herself upward, into their own quarters. From above, she called out to him, for she wasn't entirely certain the mind gift would work. Afterall, his blood within her was nearly gone by now.
"How quick you are to condemn yourself yet again, Seregon. Nothing good will come of this. It is not written in any of the bindings in the Library, and it is not written in my personal collection. Do you know why? Because as insane and hately driven our ancestors were, they were not insane."
Even as she said it, she wished to take it back. It had, afterall, been a blunt out lie. There WAS one diary within her posession written by a Vampire whom Pandora herself had killed, and thus became in posession of his words. It had happened before, and it had not ended well.
"Oh, Tathar..."
Her voice was so quiet, so low, a mere whisper into the emptiness of their chambers.
"Oh, how you torture me so.."
[/center]He followed right after she shoved past him, damn near running up the niches in the wall on all fours it would seem, a throaty growl escaping his jaws as he did so. Why, oh why did she want to argue right before the full moon...? At least it was better than doing it the night of, in any case, but he would rather not argue with her at all. He wanted to live quietly for the remainder of his life, and they had a very long time yet to do so...but it would seem that arguing was inevitable. It was better than following their instincts, though...At least they weren't physically at eachother's throats. As he pulled himself up onto the ledge just a few moments after she began speaking once more he caught the softening in her tone...Their moodswings in conversation would no doubt one day become legendary....if their story was told, that is, and he calmed as well, sighing wearily as he faced her."Then I suppose that I am insane, and I will gladly admit it to anyone or any council....And if I torture you, imagine how I must be feeling, then."
[/center]You were not meant to hear that."Well, at least she was telling the truth now.
Suddenly, she felt as old as she really was. Old, and hungry and tired. Turning to face him once more, Pandora simply gave a mortals sigh. Then, slowly, she crossed to him and slipped a single gloved arm around his waist, her left hand coming up to caress his cheek.
"Forgive me. Sometimes I do not know when to turn the Master off and the simple Vampire on."
Rising on her tippytoes, Pandora then brushed the faintest of a kiss to his lips, her cool skin leaving barely a sense, before she lowered herself flatfoot once more.
"I need to feed, Tathar. I need to sleep. Come, lay with me until I fall asleep."
She slid the hand that had been caressing his cheek down his shoulder, down his arm, to take his hand in hers, then turning, she stepped away, releasing his hand so as not to tug him with her.
"Oh, how I need to rest for a lifetime."
She had vowed she would not feed again until absolutely necessicary. To feed, would be to flush new blood into her, and thus flush his out. She wasn't ready for that.
When she came to her small cot, Pandora crawled into it and took the usual position, flat on her back, her hands resting on her stomache, fingers interlocked. She did not glance towards him, but rather stared up at the ceiling.
Yes, if she would not feed, she'd harvest as much energy as she could by resting more then what was required for a DayDeath.
Afterall, tomorrow promised to be long and gruesome.
Why did she have to do that...? Why did she absolutely have to get him riled up and then come crashing down into her emotional self too fast for him to get it out of his system...? Oh if he were mortal no doubt he would have an attack of the heart from it...But as was always, he could not be angry with her in this state. It just didn't seem fair to him if he did. And so he relished that ever so light touching of her lips to his and followed directly behind her, waiting until she had lay down in her normal position before crawling over her, as he did so he touched his lips to her forehead lightly in a gentle kiss before continuing on. Despite his weight and thanks to his unnatural grace he was able to maneuver himself to the other side of her without disturbing her too much, and there he lay, near wide awake, watching as she drifted toward her own version of slumber.