Post by Pandora LeAmour on Jun 27, 2009 21:05:52 GMT -5
Tathar Seregon
Rembrant "Styx" Devereaux
Pandora LeAmour
Location: The Tower
Time: Sunset
Aside from the other things there was definitely one important perk to residing within the Tower alongside her...He didn't have to worry about being late reaching the cages as he had very nearly been once before. However, this thought led him to begin thinking of other things...Had she only allowed him to stay here with her to keep him in check? To make sure that he was not going to be too late in arriving, therefore causing a disturbance in the village itself? While he hoped that wasn't the case, he knew that if it was, it was a very good reason. He was up here in their chambers, laying on his back atop his cot with his hands wringing eachother across his stomach. He could very well feel the irritation already. He was feeling...agitated. Restless...And it was all that he could do to keep himself from pacing grooves in the stone floor. So he just lay there...breathing...trying to force himself into a calm sense of mind, just as he always did. He never really managed to do so, of course, but it gave him a way to occupy himself. He made quite sure to stay as silent as possible, even though he wanted to groan loudly...to growl as he felt the moon creeping slowly but surely toward the horizon...Pandora was still sleeping, after all, and he did not wish to wake her too early. He had done that once before, and that had not ended well for either of them.
Remy walked up to the tower with his cloak on, the heat in itself being killer compared to normal days, and the cloak just made it worse. He was panting like a dog outside the tower and when he got in (when William finally let him in), he took the damn thing off. He walked from the door outside into the holding cells room, sipping, or more like licking the top of a bottle of ice cold water. He was panting like a dog even. Good thing he had not been seen all day. He had been hunting in the forest….and that just made it more money for him later. He held out his cloak in his hand, glancing from it to William.
William would just laugh a bit, wondering why everyone seemed to think he was the doorman at someone's estate rather than the Tower guard that he really was and he trudged off back to his post. There were others coming this night as well, and he would be required to grant them entrance into the Tower, too. He didn't have time to stand here and explain the workings of the entire process to him, and so he departed back toward the book he had been reading. Tathar, on the other hand, had moved to the drop, not able to take it any more. He needed to get up...to move around...to do something, and he made the drop quickly, still making sure to keep himself as silent as possible until he had landed at the floor below, knees bent and arm reaching out to stop his torso before standing. The way he figured, judging by the strength of the pull the moon was having on him right now, they had roughly half an hour or so before it would begin, so he took the opportunity to stand there for a moment within the meeting room and collect himself before he would head to the cells. And he caught the lingering scent of Styx, as well...silently wondering to himself how he would take his first night in the cages.
His eyes were turning blue and his voice was changing. He had a growl residing in his throat and he couldn’t help but snicker as he waited in the holding cell room by himself. He probably wouldn’t change for a bit, but his discipline in said matters was zero to none. He continued to think destructive thoughts. Thoughts of death, decapitation, and brutality. And all of it involved meat…meat that he could cut into pieces and sell for a cheap buck. He grinned at these thoughts, his vicious little mind at work. He thought of lighting one up, and then thought otherwise. Nope, he wouldn’t be able to do so at this time…well, maybe he could. Now he was debating it, being the master, said don’t smoke it in her presence… and this was a lycan room…. She was a vamp…. Maybe he would be excused….afterall.. he needed it.
He was beginning to become more sadistic and it was an odd suiting, but a fit to him in an odd way, something that one wouldn’t think would occur. So cages…. He looked at them, knowing that they probably wouldn’t hold him in… well… maybe there was something special about them… He look closely from where he was several feet away.
It would seem that the time had come, that ever pulling feeling nagging at the inside of his skull. It felt as if he had a hive of bees buzzing around inside of himself, and he wanted to tear himself apart to let them out so he could be free of that feeling. But no, he had control, and could very well stave off the inevitable long enough. And so he moved quickly, turning from the meeting room and heading down the short hall, moving to the holding cells area. He spotted Remy there, and gave a curt nod of greeting. Others had already arrived, and a couple more were still coming in as well. Greetings were short, maybe a nod or a grunt, as each found themselves a cage to move within. He motioned to Styx and then to one of the remaining cages, letting him know that it was time before moving to the cell he had occupied last time, just a few down from the door at the entrance. The guards on the other side had already closed it, figuring that Pandora was not going to be in attendance for the first portion as she normally was, and they bolted it securely. Once everyone had taken a cage to themselves the sound of a crank would echo from the stone walls, the thick chain of silver that strung along the doors pulling tight. That in itself was the barrier that kept them within until they were fully shifted. His mind was awash in waves of chaotic thoughts...He wanted to rip...to tear...and then to feast...but no. He was a little more experienced than the others here...He could likely stave off the change well after they had succumbed to it's embrace...He was shaking now as he began to undress, just as all the others who had done this before were doing. None but the newly turned would do otherwise. It was smart thinking, in fact. The following morning they would need their clothing intact so they could go on their merry ways. All possessions were removed and brought to the backs of their cells, taking advantage of the fact that their arms could still fit between the bars, they placed them outside of their cages, only to wait for the inevitable to happen, and it was, as a few of the others were already thrashing about as they began to shed their skins, their grunts and yells beginning to fill the air.
Her eye's snapped open as if a child pretending to be asleep who just heard the door to their room close after checkup. Fully alert, Pandora was perfectly aware she had rested way too long, and thus she was running late. An hour and a half late, to be exact.
She was equally aware of Tathar when he left his own cot and disappeared through the drop outside their chambers. The scent in the air, even from this high above the ground floor, indicated that at the guards of the Tower had taken it upon themselves to get the Moon Phase well underway.
The sounds of the changes beginning from below had Pandora instantly flying from her cot, not even taking a moment to adjust herself. Luckily, when one 'napped' so to speak they didn't roll around like mortals. Instead, they woke in exactly the same position they laid down in.
The drop took but a second to reach, and hardly that to land, her knees instantly bending beneath her to support the sudden thrust of weight. Straightening, nodding to William, and exiting his room took but another minute. She breezed past the guards within the walls, and arrived instantly at the door to the Holding Cells, the noise within clearly indicating that not everyone had shifted yet.
Idly, she waited. The guards would not allow her entry until each Lycan had shed it's clothes and shifted to their more natural state.
Smoking was still on his mind, but that was alright. Noone really looked to see what he was wearing but William, and that is why he laughed. Styx was in his under garments under the cloak. He took his sack that he had with him with extra clothes just in case and the cloak…. And slipped it onto the other side. He was in his underwear and a small shirt, holding onto the top of the cage, grinning sadistically as he heard yelling and screaming as they changed. He had been this for over a hundred years. This was nothing. Actually… to him… it was fun. He growled out, laughing a whooping like laugh.
His skin began to grow hot and itchy, it literally starting to irritate him thoroughly as he started to scratch, whooping in an insane laughter and growling at the same time. After a few minutes all that would be left was a hyena in a cage. A vicious…. Extremely hungry, rather large hyena. And it had blue eyes! A very odd one indeed. Good thing he packed extra clothes…. Good thing he had not been seen in his cloak and underwear all day…. He would look like a crackpot… a super hero crackpot.
While it was certain that there were some who had decided to keep their undergarments on, he had no such inhibitions, and as soon as he had placed his own belongings out of reach out of the back of his cage he turned, letting the urges in him take over. His teeth gritted together, several of them cracking as his body began to contort into something altogether beastial. His skin tore apart and fell to the floor, shrivelling into nothingness as it was replaced by a mass of rough, dark colored fur. Fingernails split, gums began to bleed as claws and much larger teeth erupted from them respectively. Compared to a good few of the other lycans here it was a fluid shift, something the body had gotten used to over a very long time, qorking it's way toward perfection, and in his mind, his current primal mind, he saw himself as such. A snarling, hulking mass of fur and tooth and claw. Unlike several of the others, after he had finished with his shift, he merely sat there in the middle of his cage, glancing about with ears twitching to each and every sound made, be it growling or snapping or the scrape of claws on stone. He wasn't going to waste his energy. No, right now, it was reserved for the hunting to come.
Finally, having tired already of waiting, Pandora gestured with a single bare hand to the two guards stationed outside the Holding Cells room door. At their hesitation, she hit them with a look that threatened bodily harm, and then the main door to the room opened, and Pandora stepped in, pausing in her steps until she heard the door close and lock behind her. She then turned and engaged the lock from inside the door as well.
The last thing she needed was someone wandering in and distracting her.
Slowly, Pandora began to head for the first cage. She would barely look inside, before she'd stoop down, pick up whatever clothes they had disguarded before their change, and drape it over her arm.
Every Moon Phase was the same. These clothes would be removed from the room before they animals were released, so that no damage come of them.
Cell by cell, Pandora walked, stooped, scooped, and moved to the next. Some had clothing waiting to be collected, some did not.
Because she had failed to arrive on time to notice whom was whom, they all simply looked the same to her. Mind you, there were three different kinds of animals, but between the dozen cages all being full, that still left a large number of uncertainty. She had no idea who was old, who was new, and who was her roommate.
Because of this, she didn't bother glancing into the cage. Right now, business. Experimentation would come later.
He was eager. In truth, he head butted the cage way before she got to it…and it shook from the hit, but he came back with a yelp followed by a growl and then silence. He touched the silver chain and he knew for sure that the damn thing was silver now. Maybe he kept enough of his mind, even though he was primitive, and he didn’t mess with the walls again… whether it being the pain, or him knowing what it was and that it wouldn’t be pleasant any time he messed with it. He turned his back, allowing her to take the bag that had his spare clothes and what not within. He just laid down as if he had grown bored by the challenge of the silver that he could not beat. He wanted to rip himself from the thing, but he figured he would save that for whatever he was eating. Laying down, his back facing the door of his cage, he just whooped gently, like he was laughing about something, maybe the death of food to come.
As she entered his attention had been piqued, ears rising straight up as he moved to stand near the door to the cage, but still well away from that damned silver chain. There was only one that he knew of who entered the area, and that was Pandora, and as she moved he began to see her. A moving form in his vision of grey and black and white. He made no sound as she passed him by and collected his clothing, though she should very well know which he was...the clothes that sat outside of his cell were purchased by her own hand, after all. But she continued on, and he sat back down, scenting the air. The strange whooping sound had been reaching his ears for a good few moments now, and while his animalistic mind was eager to investigate and see just who or what was causing it, there was a door in the way at the moment. There would be plenty of time later to investigate, after all.
She barely bat an eye as one of the Hyena's butted at her, knowing the silver chain on the cage door would hold him in place. She never feared in a room full of enemies, for some reason. Perhaps if she were less cocky, she'd realize she should have been terrified. When shifted, it wasn't exactly a fair fight between the two.
As she stooped up a familiar set of clothing, Pandora barely noticed. She hadn't, afterall, picked out the clothes herself. Had she done so, she would have known exactly who he was.
When she reached the last cage, twelve in total, Pandora crossed the room once more, still not looking within the cages she passed, and stood on the other side of the door. Her eye's closed a brief moment, focusing solely on the task at hand. Within a moment, the sound of the outter lock being removed reach her ears and Pandora, balancing all the clothes with one hand, reached out with the other and unlocked the inner lock.
As the door swung open, she simply handed over the bundle of clothing to the guard and stepped back in, waiting. The door was then closed again and both locks ingaged. Then, and only then did she turn to the room. Her eyes travelled first right, at the six cages located there, and then left at the other six. Silently, she sought him out.
Without waiting for an answer, since obviously he couldn't very well talk to her, and she didn't want to alert anyone else that was not a wolf, her animal of call, what she was doing, she continued.
And with that, Pandora began walking, peering into each individual cage, memorizing those within it. A few were familiar, those that had been here many times before. A few were not. These were the ones she focused on the most, committing their telltale differences to memory for next time.
Only when she managed to make it to all twelve cages, did she return to the door. She didn't knock. Didn't call out. It was as if the guards on the other side were fully aware she was ready, and the sound of the outter lock came again. Doing her part, Pandora unlatched the inner lock and stepped back. When the door opened, she disappeared through it. As it closed behind her, her sentence was cut ott.
He waited and waited, the whooping becoming a sound that just faded and yet it seemed like it was still there. And then a door would shut and his door would open. He glanced around his body to see the room open and slowly, he got up. He hesitated as he looked at the door of silver chain and growled at it, walking past it on all fours, being one of the first to the middle of the room to watch the others walk to the keep. He checked their scents, most of them being unfamiliar, and he dared them in his mind to show their teeth to him. He was looking for the blacksmith, who’s name he had never truly learned…Maybe it was because he was used to calling him master and ended up, he wasn’t…. he was just the blacksmith… and so the master got all of his attention at that moment, and he never really got back to that moment.
The sound came from his throat as the medium sized hyena, one of the only, if not the only one in a room full of wolves, stood tall and examined them with no fear. In truth… he probably could take a few of them at the same time…. Maybe. But not all of them. And so he would fall into line behind half of them, finding himself somewhere in the middle, as if he were in an animal lunch line.
Apparently she didn't realise who he was amongst the cages. Fair enough. They did, well for the most part anyway, look relatively the same. There were differences in size and color, as well as the hyena that was in there now, but relatively they were all just a bunch of hungry animals at this point. He watched through the bars as she moved through once more, examining the inhabitants before moving off once more. The sound of the locks disengaging, then shortly thereafter being put back in place, the sound of the crank filling his ears as the chain was drawn back, opening the cages one by one. He remained seated until his own was left open, and he shouldered his way into line, using his large size to his advantage, the scents of those in front and behind him flooding his senses. Froth was beginning to appear at the corner of his mouth...he was hungry, and he could practically taste the meat to come....Glorious, fresh, still living meat. He was near the back of the line, so once he'd gotten into the Keep itself he would have to react fast to catch his own prey, as most would already likely be being hunted as he would enter.
Leaving them to their nature, Pandora gave a brisk nod of her head to each of the guards, and headed down the hall towards Williams Room.
She had wanted to get to her... Their quarters seeing as she had the entire night to herself with Tathar being previously... occupied. There was a bit of reading she wished to get done and fully intended to take advantage of it.
On the Moon Phases, the Tower was officially off limits to ALL NightWorlders that did not work and reside in the tower, and were not currently... locked in tight. This means that she got a night off.
Her evening would be spent pawning over her private collection. Not only was she planning to reread the diary of the Lycan whom had fallen in love with a Vampire again, but she found herself wanting to reread her own diaries as well, to ensure that nothing in them would be unfit for Tathars eyes.
Rembrant "Styx" Devereaux
Pandora LeAmour
Location: The Tower
Time: Sunset
Aside from the other things there was definitely one important perk to residing within the Tower alongside her...He didn't have to worry about being late reaching the cages as he had very nearly been once before. However, this thought led him to begin thinking of other things...Had she only allowed him to stay here with her to keep him in check? To make sure that he was not going to be too late in arriving, therefore causing a disturbance in the village itself? While he hoped that wasn't the case, he knew that if it was, it was a very good reason. He was up here in their chambers, laying on his back atop his cot with his hands wringing eachother across his stomach. He could very well feel the irritation already. He was feeling...agitated. Restless...And it was all that he could do to keep himself from pacing grooves in the stone floor. So he just lay there...breathing...trying to force himself into a calm sense of mind, just as he always did. He never really managed to do so, of course, but it gave him a way to occupy himself. He made quite sure to stay as silent as possible, even though he wanted to groan loudly...to growl as he felt the moon creeping slowly but surely toward the horizon...Pandora was still sleeping, after all, and he did not wish to wake her too early. He had done that once before, and that had not ended well for either of them.Remy walked up to the tower with his cloak on, the heat in itself being killer compared to normal days, and the cloak just made it worse. He was panting like a dog outside the tower and when he got in (when William finally let him in), he took the damn thing off. He walked from the door outside into the holding cells room, sipping, or more like licking the top of a bottle of ice cold water. He was panting like a dog even. Good thing he had not been seen all day. He had been hunting in the forest….and that just made it more money for him later. He held out his cloak in his hand, glancing from it to William. “Where am I supposed to put this thing when… I um… you know…?”
[/b][/u][/center]William would just laugh a bit, wondering why everyone seemed to think he was the doorman at someone's estate rather than the Tower guard that he really was and he trudged off back to his post. There were others coming this night as well, and he would be required to grant them entrance into the Tower, too. He didn't have time to stand here and explain the workings of the entire process to him, and so he departed back toward the book he had been reading. Tathar, on the other hand, had moved to the drop, not able to take it any more. He needed to get up...to move around...to do something, and he made the drop quickly, still making sure to keep himself as silent as possible until he had landed at the floor below, knees bent and arm reaching out to stop his torso before standing. The way he figured, judging by the strength of the pull the moon was having on him right now, they had roughly half an hour or so before it would begin, so he took the opportunity to stand there for a moment within the meeting room and collect himself before he would head to the cells. And he caught the lingering scent of Styx, as well...silently wondering to himself how he would take his first night in the cages.His eyes were turning blue and his voice was changing. He had a growl residing in his throat and he couldn’t help but snicker as he waited in the holding cell room by himself. He probably wouldn’t change for a bit, but his discipline in said matters was zero to none. He continued to think destructive thoughts. Thoughts of death, decapitation, and brutality. And all of it involved meat…meat that he could cut into pieces and sell for a cheap buck. He grinned at these thoughts, his vicious little mind at work. He thought of lighting one up, and then thought otherwise. Nope, he wouldn’t be able to do so at this time…well, maybe he could. Now he was debating it, being the master, said don’t smoke it in her presence… and this was a lycan room…. She was a vamp…. Maybe he would be excused….afterall.. he needed it.”All you can eat…coming soon….to a play house near you…hehe.”
He was beginning to become more sadistic and it was an odd suiting, but a fit to him in an odd way, something that one wouldn’t think would occur. So cages…. He looked at them, knowing that they probably wouldn’t hold him in… well… maybe there was something special about them… He look closely from where he was several feet away.
It would seem that the time had come, that ever pulling feeling nagging at the inside of his skull. It felt as if he had a hive of bees buzzing around inside of himself, and he wanted to tear himself apart to let them out so he could be free of that feeling. But no, he had control, and could very well stave off the inevitable long enough. And so he moved quickly, turning from the meeting room and heading down the short hall, moving to the holding cells area. He spotted Remy there, and gave a curt nod of greeting. Others had already arrived, and a couple more were still coming in as well. Greetings were short, maybe a nod or a grunt, as each found themselves a cage to move within. He motioned to Styx and then to one of the remaining cages, letting him know that it was time before moving to the cell he had occupied last time, just a few down from the door at the entrance. The guards on the other side had already closed it, figuring that Pandora was not going to be in attendance for the first portion as she normally was, and they bolted it securely. Once everyone had taken a cage to themselves the sound of a crank would echo from the stone walls, the thick chain of silver that strung along the doors pulling tight. That in itself was the barrier that kept them within until they were fully shifted. His mind was awash in waves of chaotic thoughts...He wanted to rip...to tear...and then to feast...but no. He was a little more experienced than the others here...He could likely stave off the change well after they had succumbed to it's embrace...He was shaking now as he began to undress, just as all the others who had done this before were doing. None but the newly turned would do otherwise. It was smart thinking, in fact. The following morning they would need their clothing intact so they could go on their merry ways. All possessions were removed and brought to the backs of their cells, taking advantage of the fact that their arms could still fit between the bars, they placed them outside of their cages, only to wait for the inevitable to happen, and it was, as a few of the others were already thrashing about as they began to shed their skins, their grunts and yells beginning to fill the air. Her eye's snapped open as if a child pretending to be asleep who just heard the door to their room close after checkup. Fully alert, Pandora was perfectly aware she had rested way too long, and thus she was running late. An hour and a half late, to be exact. She was equally aware of Tathar when he left his own cot and disappeared through the drop outside their chambers. The scent in the air, even from this high above the ground floor, indicated that at the guards of the Tower had taken it upon themselves to get the Moon Phase well underway.
The sounds of the changes beginning from below had Pandora instantly flying from her cot, not even taking a moment to adjust herself. Luckily, when one 'napped' so to speak they didn't roll around like mortals. Instead, they woke in exactly the same position they laid down in.
The drop took but a second to reach, and hardly that to land, her knees instantly bending beneath her to support the sudden thrust of weight. Straightening, nodding to William, and exiting his room took but another minute. She breezed past the guards within the walls, and arrived instantly at the door to the Holding Cells, the noise within clearly indicating that not everyone had shifted yet.
Idly, she waited. The guards would not allow her entry until each Lycan had shed it's clothes and shifted to their more natural state.
Smoking was still on his mind, but that was alright. Noone really looked to see what he was wearing but William, and that is why he laughed. Styx was in his under garments under the cloak. He took his sack that he had with him with extra clothes just in case and the cloak…. And slipped it onto the other side. He was in his underwear and a small shirt, holding onto the top of the cage, grinning sadistically as he heard yelling and screaming as they changed. He had been this for over a hundred years. This was nothing. Actually… to him… it was fun. He growled out, laughing a whooping like laugh.”Quit being bitches!”
His skin began to grow hot and itchy, it literally starting to irritate him thoroughly as he started to scratch, whooping in an insane laughter and growling at the same time. After a few minutes all that would be left was a hyena in a cage. A vicious…. Extremely hungry, rather large hyena. And it had blue eyes! A very odd one indeed. Good thing he packed extra clothes…. Good thing he had not been seen in his cloak and underwear all day…. He would look like a crackpot… a super hero crackpot.
While it was certain that there were some who had decided to keep their undergarments on, he had no such inhibitions, and as soon as he had placed his own belongings out of reach out of the back of his cage he turned, letting the urges in him take over. His teeth gritted together, several of them cracking as his body began to contort into something altogether beastial. His skin tore apart and fell to the floor, shrivelling into nothingness as it was replaced by a mass of rough, dark colored fur. Fingernails split, gums began to bleed as claws and much larger teeth erupted from them respectively. Compared to a good few of the other lycans here it was a fluid shift, something the body had gotten used to over a very long time, qorking it's way toward perfection, and in his mind, his current primal mind, he saw himself as such. A snarling, hulking mass of fur and tooth and claw. Unlike several of the others, after he had finished with his shift, he merely sat there in the middle of his cage, glancing about with ears twitching to each and every sound made, be it growling or snapping or the scrape of claws on stone. He wasn't going to waste his energy. No, right now, it was reserved for the hunting to come.Finally, having tired already of waiting, Pandora gestured with a single bare hand to the two guards stationed outside the Holding Cells room door. At their hesitation, she hit them with a look that threatened bodily harm, and then the main door to the room opened, and Pandora stepped in, pausing in her steps until she heard the door close and lock behind her. She then turned and engaged the lock from inside the door as well. The last thing she needed was someone wandering in and distracting her.
Slowly, Pandora began to head for the first cage. She would barely look inside, before she'd stoop down, pick up whatever clothes they had disguarded before their change, and drape it over her arm.
Every Moon Phase was the same. These clothes would be removed from the room before they animals were released, so that no damage come of them.
Cell by cell, Pandora walked, stooped, scooped, and moved to the next. Some had clothing waiting to be collected, some did not.
Because she had failed to arrive on time to notice whom was whom, they all simply looked the same to her. Mind you, there were three different kinds of animals, but between the dozen cages all being full, that still left a large number of uncertainty. She had no idea who was old, who was new, and who was her roommate.
Because of this, she didn't bother glancing into the cage. Right now, business. Experimentation would come later.
He was eager. In truth, he head butted the cage way before she got to it…and it shook from the hit, but he came back with a yelp followed by a growl and then silence. He touched the silver chain and he knew for sure that the damn thing was silver now. Maybe he kept enough of his mind, even though he was primitive, and he didn’t mess with the walls again… whether it being the pain, or him knowing what it was and that it wouldn’t be pleasant any time he messed with it. He turned his back, allowing her to take the bag that had his spare clothes and what not within. He just laid down as if he had grown bored by the challenge of the silver that he could not beat. He wanted to rip himself from the thing, but he figured he would save that for whatever he was eating. Laying down, his back facing the door of his cage, he just whooped gently, like he was laughing about something, maybe the death of food to come.As she entered his attention had been piqued, ears rising straight up as he moved to stand near the door to the cage, but still well away from that damned silver chain. There was only one that he knew of who entered the area, and that was Pandora, and as she moved he began to see her. A moving form in his vision of grey and black and white. He made no sound as she passed him by and collected his clothing, though she should very well know which he was...the clothes that sat outside of his cell were purchased by her own hand, after all. But she continued on, and he sat back down, scenting the air. The strange whooping sound had been reaching his ears for a good few moments now, and while his animalistic mind was eager to investigate and see just who or what was causing it, there was a door in the way at the moment. There would be plenty of time later to investigate, after all.She barely bat an eye as one of the Hyena's butted at her, knowing the silver chain on the cage door would hold him in place. She never feared in a room full of enemies, for some reason. Perhaps if she were less cocky, she'd realize she should have been terrified. When shifted, it wasn't exactly a fair fight between the two. As she stooped up a familiar set of clothing, Pandora barely noticed. She hadn't, afterall, picked out the clothes herself. Had she done so, she would have known exactly who he was.
When she reached the last cage, twelve in total, Pandora crossed the room once more, still not looking within the cages she passed, and stood on the other side of the door. Her eye's closed a brief moment, focusing solely on the task at hand. Within a moment, the sound of the outter lock being removed reach her ears and Pandora, balancing all the clothes with one hand, reached out with the other and unlocked the inner lock.
As the door swung open, she simply handed over the bundle of clothing to the guard and stepped back in, waiting. The door was then closed again and both locks ingaged. Then, and only then did she turn to the room. Her eyes travelled first right, at the six cages located there, and then left at the other six. Silently, she sought him out.
"Seregon..."
Without waiting for an answer, since obviously he couldn't very well talk to her, and she didn't want to alert anyone else that was not a wolf, her animal of call, what she was doing, she continued.
"Feast well, and be safe."
And with that, Pandora began walking, peering into each individual cage, memorizing those within it. A few were familiar, those that had been here many times before. A few were not. These were the ones she focused on the most, committing their telltale differences to memory for next time.
Only when she managed to make it to all twelve cages, did she return to the door. She didn't knock. Didn't call out. It was as if the guards on the other side were fully aware she was ready, and the sound of the outter lock came again. Doing her part, Pandora unlatched the inner lock and stepped back. When the door opened, she disappeared through it. As it closed behind her, her sentence was cut ott.
"Alright. Raise the gate to the Keep and then let them out."
[/center]He waited and waited, the whooping becoming a sound that just faded and yet it seemed like it was still there. And then a door would shut and his door would open. He glanced around his body to see the room open and slowly, he got up. He hesitated as he looked at the door of silver chain and growled at it, walking past it on all fours, being one of the first to the middle of the room to watch the others walk to the keep. He checked their scents, most of them being unfamiliar, and he dared them in his mind to show their teeth to him. He was looking for the blacksmith, who’s name he had never truly learned…Maybe it was because he was used to calling him master and ended up, he wasn’t…. he was just the blacksmith… and so the master got all of his attention at that moment, and he never really got back to that moment.”Whoop whoop.”
The sound came from his throat as the medium sized hyena, one of the only, if not the only one in a room full of wolves, stood tall and examined them with no fear. In truth… he probably could take a few of them at the same time…. Maybe. But not all of them. And so he would fall into line behind half of them, finding himself somewhere in the middle, as if he were in an animal lunch line.
Apparently she didn't realise who he was amongst the cages. Fair enough. They did, well for the most part anyway, look relatively the same. There were differences in size and color, as well as the hyena that was in there now, but relatively they were all just a bunch of hungry animals at this point. He watched through the bars as she moved through once more, examining the inhabitants before moving off once more. The sound of the locks disengaging, then shortly thereafter being put back in place, the sound of the crank filling his ears as the chain was drawn back, opening the cages one by one. He remained seated until his own was left open, and he shouldered his way into line, using his large size to his advantage, the scents of those in front and behind him flooding his senses. Froth was beginning to appear at the corner of his mouth...he was hungry, and he could practically taste the meat to come....Glorious, fresh, still living meat. He was near the back of the line, so once he'd gotten into the Keep itself he would have to react fast to catch his own prey, as most would already likely be being hunted as he would enter.Leaving them to their nature, Pandora gave a brisk nod of her head to each of the guards, and headed down the hall towards Williams Room. She had wanted to get to her... Their quarters seeing as she had the entire night to herself with Tathar being previously... occupied. There was a bit of reading she wished to get done and fully intended to take advantage of it.
On the Moon Phases, the Tower was officially off limits to ALL NightWorlders that did not work and reside in the tower, and were not currently... locked in tight. This means that she got a night off.
Her evening would be spent pawning over her private collection. Not only was she planning to reread the diary of the Lycan whom had fallen in love with a Vampire again, but she found herself wanting to reread her own diaries as well, to ensure that nothing in them would be unfit for Tathars eyes.
