Post by Tathar Seregon on Jul 3, 2009 17:53:18 GMT -5
Shannon Brightstealer
Tathar Seregon
Mathas
Location: The Tower
Time: 11am
*adjusting her cloak she makes her way toward the tower doors, The tightly woven basket bouncing against her hip, filled with various fey delicaies. The succulent spiced meats, rich cheeses and strong but sweet wine, packed neatly. Her tri colored eyes bright and full of glee as she rapts upon the door*
Due to his new...responsibilities...he had begun to spend a great deal of time here within the meeting room, dealing with the daunting task of organizing the paperwork that he had seen Pandora working with so very often. He found it mind numbing, to be completely honest...Almost painful, in a way. He was used to moving around and doing things, any form of activity. But this just sitting here, reviewing the papers and sorting them accordingly was beginning to drive him insane, but he would not show it in the slightest...No, he would endure his "punishment" for the entire duration of it, however long that was going to be. He was unsure of exactly how long she intended for him to do her duties and act as Master of the City in her stead, but he would do it to the utmost of his abilities. In a way it wasn't too terribly bad...It was sort of like running a business, which he was used to, and he did get certain perks to the job. He heard a rapping at the door to the Tower, but continued doing what he was doing, it was not his job to answer the door, that was William's duty to uphold.
William grunted and rose from the small table that he had been sitting at in his room, the knock on the door drawing his attention away from his game of cards he had been playing to pass the time. He reached the door and peered out of the slit into the world outside. Slightly overcast, so it was not overly bright, but it was enough so to make him squint his eyes, as it was much darker within the Tower than it was outside. He saw that the person outside had the required cloak and tugged the large wooden bolt free of it's place, pulling the door backwards almost as it was a large shield so that she may enter to do whatever business she had.
"G'afternoon."
*She loows upward, she swallows the lump in her throat upon seeing the Lycan. Her eyes flash showing her fey nature as she draws back the hood of her cloak* Aye be wishin ta leave theses here for an associate, fuz....Aye be meanin sire.
Ah, the agony, the agony, oh the pain, oh the TORTURE! Surely a bed of hot coals would not hurt him so much...but it wasn't heat, no never heat, oh what he would give for a little bit of warmth becuase he was cold, so COLD. His dark eyes flew open and he sat bolt upright, covered in sweat. Already he was shaking, not from the nightmares, so horribly VIVID, that always plagued him when he was coming down, but from the withdrawal itself. oh, he needed a fix. OH how he need a damn FIX! But he hadn't been summoned for several days, at what with the fleabag sniffing around like he owned the place, Mathas hadn't quite dared to approach her on his own yet. Oh Matty. Matty matty matty. Poor matty, to be so forgotten...and for what? FOR WHAT?
A damn...a damn dog! HE was supposed to be her pet, and he certainly did not need another one running around. Damn him. Damn HER for doing this to him. It was all the mutts fault. But he knew...he KNEW his time would be at hand soon. Every doggie has his day...and Tathar's would be coming up sooner rather than later if Mathas had any say in it.
As soon as she had entered and moved on through to the meeting room William moved to close the large door and replace the wooden bolt. Maybe there would be no more interruptiong for a while, as this particular card game was going rather well, and it was making him wish that he had someone else there to gamble with rather than just himself. But he did not, and so as soon as the door was in order he moved back off into his own room and resumed the game with himself.
As the Fae woman entered into the meeting room he raised his gaze from the middle of the sheet of parchment that he was currently perusing, peering just over the top of it at her for a moment as she spoke...And he did catch the start of some word involving fuz...Perhaps fuzzball? But she had corrected herself soon enough and he decided to let it slide, though any more blatant disreguard for his status would not be met lightly...The paperwork had put him in a rather foul mood, after all, and he was nearly dying for some form of activity, be it violent or not...He needed a release, and perhaps this eve Pandora would allow him that much...Yes, the thought of sweet release gave him the drive to continue...The reward at the end of the string, so to speak, and for that he would stomach whatever he needed to in order to get it.
"Do what you wish, as long as it abides by the laws."
Aye be wishin to leave this here....for Sothrain. *she says as she places the basket upon the table* He is an ole friend of mine, and dae wishin he be eatin' a bit more. Gone on an stick yer muzzle in there if you be needin' tae. *she says pushing the basket foward.* But dont be drueling on the bread...its fresh
But something, SOMETHING wonderous seemed to perferate through his tortured brain, and so he tried to focus. The worst part was that his senses were still heightened. Oh, the smell of meat and bread, just like mother used to make! He couldn't quite stop himself from drooling and his eyes welled with tears. it was just so beautiful, so wonderful, like childhoods long past. He flun himself from bed, chasing that glorious smell all the way to the Meeting Room, slamming the door open in his desperation, wild eyes staring out without seeing.
"Where is it? Where is it? Please can I have it? Please, please, please, I'll be a good boy, such a good boy, good Matty can good little matty please have some bread?"
He couldn't quite believe it...This Fae...this tiny sprig of meat...was telling him whether or not he could delve into whatever tidbits she had brought for the other one....The thought set him off, and he slowly placed the sheet of parchment down atop the appropriate pile and stood, ever so slowly...He was not going to be told what he was and wasn't going to do by one who had no station whatsoever within the lands, much less a Fae. If he wanted to gobble down the entire basket he would, and she would merely watch silently lest he make good on his threat from their first meeting...Aye, he could probably sell her wings to someone in another land....It was rumored that they fetched a rather high price these days, used in tinctures and potions and whatnot...And she herself would make a fine snack, as he still had not made his way to the feeding rooms to take a meal...So here he was...a ravenously starving animal wearing the skin of a man, trying to do his duty, and he was in a rather foul and sour mood. For the moment he ignored Mathas as he entered, whining and pleading as he seemed to do nearly every time he had seen him...No, he would get to him in a moment...For now he made his way slowly around the table and toward her and the basket, and he leaned close, stopping just in front of her, a feral look appearing in his eyes, his breath smelling of old meat and heat as he spoke, washing it over her form.
"I am not his wetnurse...If you wish for him to have it then begon to his chambers and deliver it to him before I shove it all down your throat and turn you into a rather useless decoration that I will pick meat from when I so choose..."
*Her eyes narrow as she glares at the Lycan, her heart knocking loudly against her ribs as she keeps her gaze just below his. Not daring to meet the eyes of a preditor head on with out use of her spells. She squares her shoulders, letting the dark waves of her blue black hair cascade down her back* I ...I am not afraid of you. *she says as she struggles to make herself appear taller than the mere five foot she actually was.* Ye be a bully an a coward.. *she whispers not know where should would run should both he ant the other creature lunge at her. She curled her fingers around the handle of the basket, her mind waring with her. On the one hand wanting to flee on the other wishing to bring the heavy wicker down upon his smelly snout* Tell me where his room be an: aye will be outta ye hair, fuzzy.
At long last, Mathas seemed to join the real world. He noticed a pretty girl...such a pretty little girl with such pretty green wings--oh, he had an idea of what he could do with HER, yes sirree...but then his eyes fell upon Tathar, and narrowed into slits. Oh, the hatred, the fire of an angry soul! How could the...the...wretch not burst into flame from the hate that Mathas was streaming at him? He could feel his fists bunching. If only he had claws of silver, oh how he would love to crush the creature's throat beneathe them, feel his agony as the breath left him, cutting off that DESPICABLE howl before it could ever be uttered. But he couldn't. He couldn't. Poor Matty, so alone, so misunderstood.
He forced himself to take a deep breath, and analyze the situation. A sudden, brilliant idea flooded his brain. He was so smart! If this......chick....was antagonzing Tathar, well, that was just fine. That meant he wasn't likely to be antagonized at Mathas...now if only he could control his temper for a bit--and he rather thought he could--why, this might work out to his advantage after all. For while he was both desperate and sniveling, he was not some mundane idiot like Tathar so wished to believe. He knew which side his bread was buttered on...and speaking of bread...well, that was all part of it, wasn't it? Now to watch himself...
"Oh, no, Sir, begging your pardon, not that..."
Ahem. He had almost lost it. Being polite to tathar went agianst every single iota of his being, but still he forced himself to smile thickly.
"Meaning no disrespect, but it'd be such a waste to first feed her that scrumptuous bread, then kill her..."
He let his eyes roam to the other. He had no idea who she was here to see, but he rather admired her for lying so boldy to Tathar's face about not being scared. Such a silly little girl--how delightful.
he gritted his teeth together hard, the grinding filling his ears as well as the pain in his jaws as several of them threatened to shatter under the strain...He could hear the thunderous roar of her heart beating within her chest, beneath all of that sweet but stringy meat and brittle bones...Oh how he wanted to reach out and tear out her tongue to teach her some semblance of manners and respect for betters...Was this what Pandora dealt with on a daily basis...? Those who were clearly beneath her in every concievable way, but still thought enough of themselves to speak out of station as if they were merely talking to another wretch on the street...But no....He had control...he would maintain that control under any circumstances...And even as Mathas spoke to him, almost as if he were trying to be civil, he caught the bile drenching the words...he hoped they felt sour as they leaked from the worm's lips...He hoped that he choked on them...But he would not say as much. He still had control over himself and his actions, no matter how starved his gut was telling him that he was...At least for now, anyway.
"In case you had not noticed, I am now the acting Master of the City, therefore you will treat me with the respect the station deserves. Otherwise I will have you caged and sold to tavernkeepers to entertain their patrons, understood? Now begone from my sight before I do something that will make a mess of you and my clothes...He is still roomed in the same place he was before. And as for you, Mathas, if I feed it to her I will still get the nourishment when I eat her."
Then ye should act as such.. *she mutters as she moves past, her head high. Wondering how such a beast could claim relatives among the wolves of her forest home. She knew there where certain protacols, honors to be given, when to turn tail and bare throat and when to nip a nose or two. She was also familar with the ways of the Fae court with its stick rules of decorum. But this was something else entirely...this was a monster with a tilte...she would be more wary of him in the future. But for now she need to pas both he and the other without being torn to bits.. So in passing she pauses to speak to Mathas* Are ye hungry sire?
OH NO HE DIDNT!!!!..!!!
There was a slight...twitch...on Mathas' face. It was so slight, it might not even have been there. But it was. Those brown eyes of his widened, just a bit, but within them, the pupils dialated hysterically. Contrary to expectations, his face did not lose what little color it had left, but rather instead flushed brightly, as his lips spread in a wide, good-natured grin. Perhaps only Tathar would sense that his hearbeat had just quadrupled in the last six seconds. He turned towards the smith, smiling at him as though they were the best of chums. His voice was actually steady, instead of trembling, and filled with hearty gusto.
"I'm sorry, could you please repeat that for me one more time, sir? I do not believe I caught it."
He turned that same brilliant, genuine smile back to the fae, grinning quite contentedly.
"Oh, thank you, Miss, but no. I rather....lost...my....appetite...."
There was another little twitch in his face.
Once again he bit back the urge to reach out and tear a limb from her, to lap up the blood that she would spew forth and to tear into her flesh as if it were a lovely pastry, fresh baked and still steaming from the oven...But no, he shook away the thoughts of eating and merely sneered at her. He was acting the way he was supposed to...He was acting the way the Master of the City should. In order to rule a world filled with beings of darkness, fear and power were required...Fear he could generate, and power was quite easy to come by given what he was....And so he watched as she turned and headed the other way, stopping to offer some of her treats to Mathas. And then his attention turned to the man.....Indeed, he had heard the quickening of his heart, and it gave him a sense of satisfaction unparalleled by nearly anything else...It was almost as good as tearing his jaws into a still warm heart. He had triggered a nerve, it would seem...Interesting indeed.
"Oh, did I not say it clearly enough for you, Matty boy...? Pandora has granted me her station. I told you that your novelty had worn thin."
*she pauses in the doorway, her wings fluttering, gently stiring the air. She swallows both her fear and lothing for the Lycans and speaks softly., her head bows gracefully as she curtseies* Lord, which room would be his?
"Ah? Is it so?"
He still had that same award willing smile on his face, even as his hearth thundered against his chest. It was a miracle indeed that it did not burst through. He held out his hand after a moment to tathar.
"Well then, it seems congratulations are in order?"
he glanced to Shannon, but his eyes kept drifting back to Tath. Oh, but he had a plan, indeed.
"and if it would please you, Master, I could show the little lady the way?"
Oh how he was relishing in the fact that it sounded very nearly as if Mathas' heart was going to explode from his chest and launch itself into the air...What a glorious sight that would be, indeed. But for now he hid these giddy emotions...With a wave of his hand he sent them both on their way, clearly accepting Mathas' suggestion to lead the Fae away to her friend's room, and thusly he turned his back to them and made his way back around the table and toward the seat at the head of the table, where Pandora normally sat, beginning to wonder if she would adhere to his rulings as well....If she did, then he had great plans in store for her, indeed...
*watches him from the doorway, her eyes studying his hands*
And so he left them to their own devices. No doubt Mathas had some manner of trick up his sleeve, as he seriously doubted the man would actually respect his new station...But he could not be definite until his actions proved his suspicions. And so he returned to the piles of paperwork, running his eyes over page after page and placing them in their appropriate piles. He had already brought down some bindings for if and when he finished, that way he could get them ready to be placed within the library, his mind solely on his work right now. After all, there were no alarming sounds or movement, so he had nothing to worry about...for the moment, anyway.
He turned towards the woman, acting every bit a gentleman. She didn't know it, but this was a bad sign. Snotty was a way of life for the man. He inclined his head slightly to her.
"Lady Faerie? The holding cells are right this way, although when I came from there, I did not notice a single soul was awake."
With that, he led her down the hallway the the holding cells.
*she cast a sidelong glance at Mathas, her ringed iris glowing softly as she takes a flutters a few inches off the ground* After ye, sire. *she says a little too demurely*
he held the door for her to enter. True to his word, the other occupants were...well...not very conversational today. He gave her a once over.
"So...Lady Fae...DO tell me about yourself."
An why would a high muckey muck such as ye be wantin' tae know. *She ask looking toward each room, hoping to recognize Sotharin's sigil.* Tis usually a bad thing when a laird be wantin to know ye.
He let the door snick shut behind him, and turned the key in the lock, depositing it in his pocket. Then He chuckled charmingly.
"I believe you have quite the wrong idea, miss. I'm just a humble servant to the Master--to the PREVIOUS Master that is. And, let us call it...diplomatic curiosity?"
He unconsciously followed her, the vampire's blood in his system allowing him to keep up quite easily. Before they could reach the end of the row, he quite suddenly thrust his fist outward, so that his arm blocked her way. And oh but he had the grin of the devil himself and he stared hard at her, and his voice dropped, both in tone and in volume.
"And, if you don't tell me every single thing that I want to know, butterfly, why, I'll just have to rip the wings from your back a piece at a time."
An iffin ye be doin that all ye would have is a dead fae an nae information. *she says dryly, her pulse thrumming loudly in her ears*
He leant forward, and she'd likely discover he smelled like illness.
"Well, at least it'd be fun, and it'd still be damn more than you'll have. But come now, let us put that aside for now. I merely want to know a bit about you...about your people...about your magics...so nothing outrageous. What is the harm in that?"
He nimbly reached across and plucked out a piece of bread from the basket and tore into it with his teeth.
Because ye be threatin' me first of all... *she says wanting to turn her face away from his smell* My "people" ye can learn enough from any fairy book....if ye can be readin. [/b]*she says hurriedly shifting into her travel form, the bouncing green ball of light the size of a ping-pong ball, zips toward a crack int he wall*[/color]
He tried hastily to catch the...thing...but could not He let out a growl, jammed the rest of the bread into his mouth, and tossed the remnants of the basket to the wolves--literally. Damn, damn, damn...and so now he would go back, and he's grovel, and he'd act like a little pup. So Tathar thought he'd take the place of Pandora? HA. We shall see. He stalked back.
But as he drew closer, his confidence began to dwindle.
Why? WHY? Oh, the shame, the mockery, the bitter betrayal! How could she have done this to him? She knew--she KNEW of his hatred of the beastials! It had been one of their stronger uniting bonds. Oh how he had laughed and kicked at the dog on that first day--but now it seemed the dog had managed to gnaw through his leash. Such a bad dog...bad bad dog...and bad dogs, well...they needed to be punished. Punished like poor Matty.
He groaned in agony outside of the closed door, and slumped against it with an alarming thud. His fingernails scrablled desperately for purchase in the wood...such soft wood, so smooth, so lovely, like her hair and skin and...Damn Pandora! He pummelled the door with his fist, but did indeed manage to hitch his grin back up. It still looked sickly, but it wouldnt do to appear weak. Oh no, not at all. He opend the door and shuffled in.
"It has been done...master...."
Oh, how that shamed him to say that! It really crushed his heart, really. He could feel his eyes well up with tears, like a lovely magic veil across this cold harsh world.
He finished finally with the last parchment and began the task of binding the various stacks, each a different size. He supposed that soon he would need to meet with the NightWorld Council so they could discuss recent events as well as actions to rectify anything that was out of sorts...A daunting task indeed, especially since he did not know if they knew he had succeeded Pandora in her position. After all, she had done nothing more than hand over the reigns to him with no direction for what he was supposed to do. Essentially, he supposed she was setting him up to fail, and failure could be a powerful lesson indeed...But he planned on doing the exact opposite...He planned on succeeding with flying colors. A thudding sound drew his attention from his work and he glanced idly up and to the side, watching as mathas reentered the room looking and smelling pained. No doubt the words he was speaking were burning him like hellfires in his mouth...But that was just as well.
"Good...That's a good boy. The next time I see Pandora I shall bring up the fact that you may deserve a treat."
Oh, Anger! And how! It ripped through him like wildfire. How dare this Mutt act like thier roles were reversed? He was still a man!
"I am NOT a--"
But no. He couldn't. Not yet, but soon. He spewed forth a few more words.
"Y-yes. A treat for poor Matty...yes, that would be so kind of...Mas....of you. D...d'you think I'll be able to get that treat soon?"
It was his roundabout way of asking if the other new of Pandora's wherebouts. Surely if he could just find her, this whole matter could resolve itself. And then, he'd get a treat. He'd treat himself to a nice werewolf head, to decorate his room in the cells.
He smiled cruelly...He was enjoying this..Perhaps it was a little over the top, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. And he did plan on keeping his word. He was nothing if not honest, after all, and upon their next meeting he would mention the fact that Mathas had been a good little boy and deserved a treat of some sort. Maybe.....After their own discussions and whatnot had taken place, and if the both of them still had enough energy...Otherwise, it was likely that poor, poor Matty would have to wait another day....But he would just have to accept that, now wouldn't he?
"Soon enough. She is still sleeping, after all, in OUR chambers. But do not worry, I will bring it to her attention as soon as I can."
Our chambers, OUR chambers, OUR CHAMBERS. Oh did you hear that beasty bark! He grit his teeth in an attempt to smile, so that his words came out tightly.
"oh? Is it still daylight? The world seems to have taken on a bit of a shadow for some reason. Well, th...tha..."
He just couldn't do it, how could he expect him to do it, he wouldn't he couldn't--"I WONT!"
He became aware that he had shouted, shouted like an avalanche and tried to gulp back down, but could not, the floodwall had been broken. He was a man outside of himself, half enraged, half terrified, as he sobbed, and those big tears rolled down his cheeks like blood.
"I Won't do it, you hear? You're still just a...a dog, and even when a dog sleeps in its masters bed, it still doesn't change its status! So go on, and mock me, you...Animal! Go on and do it, I don't care, because I'm still a man, and she came to me first, and she gave everything to me before you could do anything more than whimper at her heels, and she's coming back, and BOY will you be in trouble then, and and and poor Matty, I don't deserve this, I don't have to take this, I WONT TAKE IT, and she's...she's....Setting you up! she WANTS you to fail, and you will! After all, what can a DOG know about ruling a city? He'd have to have half a brain to start!"
So hot, so HOT, would there be steam spewing from his ears?
Mathas' little...outburst...did not phase him in the lightest...Indeed even as the man was enraged and babbling and quite possibly wanted him dead and gutted on this very table, he still had one minor flaw that would eventually prove to be his undoing...And that was the fact that he was but a mortal man who got the perks of a vampire's blood now and then. He had no true strength, no true speed, and he let his emotions run quite rampant within him...A flaw that could easily be made useful to expose a vulnerable spot. He just chuckled slightly as Mathas finished his rant, letting the sound drift and bounce eerily around the stone walls of the Tower, standing from his chair slowly, almost painfully so, but as soon as he had stood he moved, and in what seemed to be a mere blink of an eye or maybe a little more he was suddenly standing in front of the man with both arms crossed about his chest. he was within the confines of the Tower, after all, and therefore had no use to hide his abilities, including being able to move with inhuman speed at a whim, but he made no aggressive move...No, he was just standing there, dangerously close, close enough that Mathas would likely be able to smell the half starved lycan scent on him. And as he spoke his voice was..walm...almost serenely so.
"Oh, I very well know that you do not plan to accept me as your Master, but do realize that I AM your Master, now...And as such I will be able to tell Pandora to cease her little....gifts...to you, and by NightWorld law she will have to comply. As for my being a dog and leading...well...Did you know that my father and sire is a ruler? A King of sorts...? Up north there is a land in the mountains, and it is populated by beasts that would give you nightmares and make you blubber like a newborn babe in the middle of the night...Beasts that need no human form. He rules these beasts by fear and power and pain....And in a sense that makes me a Prince. It is in my blood to lead...exiled or not. Now, if you do not begin at least acting as if you respect Pandora's wishes and will, I will be sure to have you packaged in a crate and shipped off to those lands so you can see it for yourself. We'll even call you an envoy from me...I'm sure that they will accept you with open arms...and claws...and jaws..."
Mathas flinched as he rose, certain that at last he would feel the sharp pain of the claws ripping through his jugular. He cowered for a blow that never came...never came...never came. Oh surely, he was just a toy for this mutt, a bone tied to a string fro him to chase. He swallowed, and could not keep his blue eyes (yes, I changed his appearance) raised. His voice was small and oddly flat.
"You will have to kill me, Tathar. I will never accept you, never follow your decree. I refuse to accept this is what she would have wanted."
Mathas was in a unique position--he didn't understand Pandora the way that other nightworlder's did. Most considered her an infalliable hand, that would spread justice, fearsome when angered. He knew of her anger, true enough, and perhaps on a much more personal level than even tathar. But he also knew of the...other side of her. She was not sympathetic to him, but...they had united together under peculiar circumstances. He knew the lonely side, the jaded side, and thought he rather had a different view of her.
"You see, I am dangerous to you, mere mortal though I may be. I will not stay within these walls while you call yourself master--but you musn't allow me to go free either. Imagine, if, in my horror and pain, run dry from Vampire's blood, I were to accidentally let myself get seen by a villager? Remember, they all think me dead--their bloodlust for me was quite as great as yours. And when they ask me where I've been...well, I will no longer feel the desire to lie to them. and they will have to decide who is the greater threat--the criminal who killed his family and a few old men, or the smithy, who smiled and accepted their coin--and then every moon phase, terrorized their city? So, send me away, I don't care. I will welcome it, and allow the first gnashing beast to end my misery. Or, keep me here, and offer me a small payment--i know no blood will be as sweet as Pandora's, but I will accept what I can get. Since I am no master, the choice is yours. I care not either way."
As much as he loathed to admit it...To accept himself the fact that Mathas had a point...He had no choice...But Mathas' words would prove to be a powerful weapon indeed...And this made him smile to no end...His eyes even taking a gleam of mirth to them...He could use this to his advantage and finally discredit Mathas in Pandora's eyes enough for her to allow him to kill the man and get off scott free with no repercussions whatsoever...Mathas had done it himself...He had threatened to expose all of NightWorld by exposing him, and so for now he would have the opportunity to have him stripped of any rank that he held, any privaledges that he had, including his feeding from Pandora....He would still suffer through the withdrawals to the fullest, and he would be ever so safely tucked away in the cells, locled in like the rest of the animals...He would be right there as they changed and howled and sniffed for the scent of his flesh and blood and bone, as they clawed at the stone floors in attempt to dig their ways to freedom in order to get that much closer to him...Yes, that would be quite fitting, and he called for the guards, two appearing. Their loyalties lied with the Master of the City, after all, no matter who that person or being was, and he bade them to take Mathas into custody....for treasonous threats.
"Oh, Mathas. You have just signed your death warrant. You will never leave this Tower alive...You will never again taste the sweet nectar of Pandora...You see, when she feeds from me, she shares my knowledge, something that cannot be manufacted. She will hear your words through my blood, and you will be punished for threatening to expose NightWorld to the mortals. You handed me the piece I needed to do so on a guilded platter."
He shrugged off the hands of the guards--likely vampires or werewolves themselves. Oh the injustice of it all, that he, HE, good little boy that he was, would be locked up while this...this MONSTER roamed free! Such is the way it was...if only he had been hanged just as he was supposed to.
"Fine. FINE! I can take it, and I don't even have to hide behind my daddy to do it! So throw me away, lock me up, I don't care! If Pandora will consent to kiss the mouth that licks her heels, what matter is that to me? And she will hear that I remained loyal to her, even when she could not stay loyal to herself! You think I'll be punished--I'm sure you are right, for she is a harsh mistress--but do not be so quick to holler my death to the gates of hell, for I am not yet checkmated! I tell you--kill me now, Tathar, or with the Damned that roam these halls as my witnesses, I'll be sure to take as much of you with me as can be done!"
He smirked and kindly let the guards know to take the man to the cells with severe force, if necessary. Treason under any circumstances was just that, and was often dealt with quite harshly. More often than not the offenders were not allowed the chance to do it again, and he had confidence that Pandora would follow that example to the letter...or rather, in her own creative manner, and he turned and walked casually to his seat once more to finish his work with the stacks of parchment. Much work there still had yet to be done for the day, and it was soon to be time for Pandora to wake from her rest....He had to ready what he would tell her of what had transpired. He would tell her the truth, of course, and he would embellish few details, as she would no doubt have heard every single word they had spoken. He took his seat once more as the guards made to take Mathas into their grasps once more.
"I hide behind no one, worm, and know that whatever you take with you when you die will grow back. It always does. Begone with him."
And thus, Mathas misadventures are put on temporary haitus as he is dragged to the cells roughly and with little ceremony, tossed inside, the slamming of the door not quite loud enough to cover his continued psychobabble.
Tathar Seregon
Mathas
Location: The Tower
Time: 11am
*adjusting her cloak she makes her way toward the tower doors, The tightly woven basket bouncing against her hip, filled with various fey delicaies. The succulent spiced meats, rich cheeses and strong but sweet wine, packed neatly. Her tri colored eyes bright and full of glee as she rapts upon the door* Due to his new...responsibilities...he had begun to spend a great deal of time here within the meeting room, dealing with the daunting task of organizing the paperwork that he had seen Pandora working with so very often. He found it mind numbing, to be completely honest...Almost painful, in a way. He was used to moving around and doing things, any form of activity. But this just sitting here, reviewing the papers and sorting them accordingly was beginning to drive him insane, but he would not show it in the slightest...No, he would endure his "punishment" for the entire duration of it, however long that was going to be. He was unsure of exactly how long she intended for him to do her duties and act as Master of the City in her stead, but he would do it to the utmost of his abilities. In a way it wasn't too terribly bad...It was sort of like running a business, which he was used to, and he did get certain perks to the job. He heard a rapping at the door to the Tower, but continued doing what he was doing, it was not his job to answer the door, that was William's duty to uphold.William grunted and rose from the small table that he had been sitting at in his room, the knock on the door drawing his attention away from his game of cards he had been playing to pass the time. He reached the door and peered out of the slit into the world outside. Slightly overcast, so it was not overly bright, but it was enough so to make him squint his eyes, as it was much darker within the Tower than it was outside. He saw that the person outside had the required cloak and tugged the large wooden bolt free of it's place, pulling the door backwards almost as it was a large shield so that she may enter to do whatever business she had.
"G'afternoon."
*She loows upward, she swallows the lump in her throat upon seeing the Lycan. Her eyes flash showing her fey nature as she draws back the hood of her cloak* Aye be wishin ta leave theses here for an associate, fuz....Aye be meanin sire. Ah, the agony, the agony, oh the pain, oh the TORTURE! Surely a bed of hot coals would not hurt him so much...but it wasn't heat, no never heat, oh what he would give for a little bit of warmth becuase he was cold, so COLD. His dark eyes flew open and he sat bolt upright, covered in sweat. Already he was shaking, not from the nightmares, so horribly VIVID, that always plagued him when he was coming down, but from the withdrawal itself. oh, he needed a fix. OH how he need a damn FIX! But he hadn't been summoned for several days, at what with the fleabag sniffing around like he owned the place, Mathas hadn't quite dared to approach her on his own yet. Oh Matty. Matty matty matty. Poor matty, to be so forgotten...and for what? FOR WHAT? A damn...a damn dog! HE was supposed to be her pet, and he certainly did not need another one running around. Damn him. Damn HER for doing this to him. It was all the mutts fault. But he knew...he KNEW his time would be at hand soon. Every doggie has his day...and Tathar's would be coming up sooner rather than later if Mathas had any say in it.
As soon as she had entered and moved on through to the meeting room William moved to close the large door and replace the wooden bolt. Maybe there would be no more interruptiong for a while, as this particular card game was going rather well, and it was making him wish that he had someone else there to gamble with rather than just himself. But he did not, and so as soon as the door was in order he moved back off into his own room and resumed the game with himself.As the Fae woman entered into the meeting room he raised his gaze from the middle of the sheet of parchment that he was currently perusing, peering just over the top of it at her for a moment as she spoke...And he did catch the start of some word involving fuz...Perhaps fuzzball? But she had corrected herself soon enough and he decided to let it slide, though any more blatant disreguard for his status would not be met lightly...The paperwork had put him in a rather foul mood, after all, and he was nearly dying for some form of activity, be it violent or not...He needed a release, and perhaps this eve Pandora would allow him that much...Yes, the thought of sweet release gave him the drive to continue...The reward at the end of the string, so to speak, and for that he would stomach whatever he needed to in order to get it.
"Do what you wish, as long as it abides by the laws."
Aye be wishin to leave this here....for Sothrain. *she says as she places the basket upon the table* He is an ole friend of mine, and dae wishin he be eatin' a bit more. Gone on an stick yer muzzle in there if you be needin' tae. *she says pushing the basket foward.* But dont be drueling on the bread...its fresh But something, SOMETHING wonderous seemed to perferate through his tortured brain, and so he tried to focus. The worst part was that his senses were still heightened. Oh, the smell of meat and bread, just like mother used to make! He couldn't quite stop himself from drooling and his eyes welled with tears. it was just so beautiful, so wonderful, like childhoods long past. He flun himself from bed, chasing that glorious smell all the way to the Meeting Room, slamming the door open in his desperation, wild eyes staring out without seeing."Where is it? Where is it? Please can I have it? Please, please, please, I'll be a good boy, such a good boy, good Matty can good little matty please have some bread?"
He couldn't quite believe it...This Fae...this tiny sprig of meat...was telling him whether or not he could delve into whatever tidbits she had brought for the other one....The thought set him off, and he slowly placed the sheet of parchment down atop the appropriate pile and stood, ever so slowly...He was not going to be told what he was and wasn't going to do by one who had no station whatsoever within the lands, much less a Fae. If he wanted to gobble down the entire basket he would, and she would merely watch silently lest he make good on his threat from their first meeting...Aye, he could probably sell her wings to someone in another land....It was rumored that they fetched a rather high price these days, used in tinctures and potions and whatnot...And she herself would make a fine snack, as he still had not made his way to the feeding rooms to take a meal...So here he was...a ravenously starving animal wearing the skin of a man, trying to do his duty, and he was in a rather foul and sour mood. For the moment he ignored Mathas as he entered, whining and pleading as he seemed to do nearly every time he had seen him...No, he would get to him in a moment...For now he made his way slowly around the table and toward her and the basket, and he leaned close, stopping just in front of her, a feral look appearing in his eyes, his breath smelling of old meat and heat as he spoke, washing it over her form."I am not his wetnurse...If you wish for him to have it then begon to his chambers and deliver it to him before I shove it all down your throat and turn you into a rather useless decoration that I will pick meat from when I so choose..."
*Her eyes narrow as she glares at the Lycan, her heart knocking loudly against her ribs as she keeps her gaze just below his. Not daring to meet the eyes of a preditor head on with out use of her spells. She squares her shoulders, letting the dark waves of her blue black hair cascade down her back* I ...I am not afraid of you. *she says as she struggles to make herself appear taller than the mere five foot she actually was.* Ye be a bully an a coward.. *she whispers not know where should would run should both he ant the other creature lunge at her. She curled her fingers around the handle of the basket, her mind waring with her. On the one hand wanting to flee on the other wishing to bring the heavy wicker down upon his smelly snout* Tell me where his room be an: aye will be outta ye hair, fuzzy. At long last, Mathas seemed to join the real world. He noticed a pretty girl...such a pretty little girl with such pretty green wings--oh, he had an idea of what he could do with HER, yes sirree...but then his eyes fell upon Tathar, and narrowed into slits. Oh, the hatred, the fire of an angry soul! How could the...the...wretch not burst into flame from the hate that Mathas was streaming at him? He could feel his fists bunching. If only he had claws of silver, oh how he would love to crush the creature's throat beneathe them, feel his agony as the breath left him, cutting off that DESPICABLE howl before it could ever be uttered. But he couldn't. He couldn't. Poor Matty, so alone, so misunderstood.He forced himself to take a deep breath, and analyze the situation. A sudden, brilliant idea flooded his brain. He was so smart! If this......chick....was antagonzing Tathar, well, that was just fine. That meant he wasn't likely to be antagonized at Mathas...now if only he could control his temper for a bit--and he rather thought he could--why, this might work out to his advantage after all. For while he was both desperate and sniveling, he was not some mundane idiot like Tathar so wished to believe. He knew which side his bread was buttered on...and speaking of bread...well, that was all part of it, wasn't it? Now to watch himself...
"Oh, no, Sir, begging your pardon, not that..."
Ahem. He had almost lost it. Being polite to tathar went agianst every single iota of his being, but still he forced himself to smile thickly.
"Meaning no disrespect, but it'd be such a waste to first feed her that scrumptuous bread, then kill her..."
He let his eyes roam to the other. He had no idea who she was here to see, but he rather admired her for lying so boldy to Tathar's face about not being scared. Such a silly little girl--how delightful.
he gritted his teeth together hard, the grinding filling his ears as well as the pain in his jaws as several of them threatened to shatter under the strain...He could hear the thunderous roar of her heart beating within her chest, beneath all of that sweet but stringy meat and brittle bones...Oh how he wanted to reach out and tear out her tongue to teach her some semblance of manners and respect for betters...Was this what Pandora dealt with on a daily basis...? Those who were clearly beneath her in every concievable way, but still thought enough of themselves to speak out of station as if they were merely talking to another wretch on the street...But no....He had control...he would maintain that control under any circumstances...And even as Mathas spoke to him, almost as if he were trying to be civil, he caught the bile drenching the words...he hoped they felt sour as they leaked from the worm's lips...He hoped that he choked on them...But he would not say as much. He still had control over himself and his actions, no matter how starved his gut was telling him that he was...At least for now, anyway."In case you had not noticed, I am now the acting Master of the City, therefore you will treat me with the respect the station deserves. Otherwise I will have you caged and sold to tavernkeepers to entertain their patrons, understood? Now begone from my sight before I do something that will make a mess of you and my clothes...He is still roomed in the same place he was before. And as for you, Mathas, if I feed it to her I will still get the nourishment when I eat her."
Then ye should act as such.. *she mutters as she moves past, her head high. Wondering how such a beast could claim relatives among the wolves of her forest home. She knew there where certain protacols, honors to be given, when to turn tail and bare throat and when to nip a nose or two. She was also familar with the ways of the Fae court with its stick rules of decorum. But this was something else entirely...this was a monster with a tilte...she would be more wary of him in the future. But for now she need to pas both he and the other without being torn to bits.. So in passing she pauses to speak to Mathas* Are ye hungry sire? OH NO HE DIDNT!!!!..!!!There was a slight...twitch...on Mathas' face. It was so slight, it might not even have been there. But it was. Those brown eyes of his widened, just a bit, but within them, the pupils dialated hysterically. Contrary to expectations, his face did not lose what little color it had left, but rather instead flushed brightly, as his lips spread in a wide, good-natured grin. Perhaps only Tathar would sense that his hearbeat had just quadrupled in the last six seconds. He turned towards the smith, smiling at him as though they were the best of chums. His voice was actually steady, instead of trembling, and filled with hearty gusto.
"I'm sorry, could you please repeat that for me one more time, sir? I do not believe I caught it."
He turned that same brilliant, genuine smile back to the fae, grinning quite contentedly.
"Oh, thank you, Miss, but no. I rather....lost...my....appetite...."
There was another little twitch in his face.
Once again he bit back the urge to reach out and tear a limb from her, to lap up the blood that she would spew forth and to tear into her flesh as if it were a lovely pastry, fresh baked and still steaming from the oven...But no, he shook away the thoughts of eating and merely sneered at her. He was acting the way he was supposed to...He was acting the way the Master of the City should. In order to rule a world filled with beings of darkness, fear and power were required...Fear he could generate, and power was quite easy to come by given what he was....And so he watched as she turned and headed the other way, stopping to offer some of her treats to Mathas. And then his attention turned to the man.....Indeed, he had heard the quickening of his heart, and it gave him a sense of satisfaction unparalleled by nearly anything else...It was almost as good as tearing his jaws into a still warm heart. He had triggered a nerve, it would seem...Interesting indeed."Oh, did I not say it clearly enough for you, Matty boy...? Pandora has granted me her station. I told you that your novelty had worn thin."
*she pauses in the doorway, her wings fluttering, gently stiring the air. She swallows both her fear and lothing for the Lycans and speaks softly., her head bows gracefully as she curtseies* Lord, which room would be his? "Ah? Is it so?"He still had that same award willing smile on his face, even as his hearth thundered against his chest. It was a miracle indeed that it did not burst through. He held out his hand after a moment to tathar.
"Well then, it seems congratulations are in order?"
he glanced to Shannon, but his eyes kept drifting back to Tath. Oh, but he had a plan, indeed.
"and if it would please you, Master, I could show the little lady the way?"
Oh how he was relishing in the fact that it sounded very nearly as if Mathas' heart was going to explode from his chest and launch itself into the air...What a glorious sight that would be, indeed. But for now he hid these giddy emotions...With a wave of his hand he sent them both on their way, clearly accepting Mathas' suggestion to lead the Fae away to her friend's room, and thusly he turned his back to them and made his way back around the table and toward the seat at the head of the table, where Pandora normally sat, beginning to wonder if she would adhere to his rulings as well....If she did, then he had great plans in store for her, indeed... *watches him from the doorway, her eyes studying his hands* And so he left them to their own devices. No doubt Mathas had some manner of trick up his sleeve, as he seriously doubted the man would actually respect his new station...But he could not be definite until his actions proved his suspicions. And so he returned to the piles of paperwork, running his eyes over page after page and placing them in their appropriate piles. He had already brought down some bindings for if and when he finished, that way he could get them ready to be placed within the library, his mind solely on his work right now. After all, there were no alarming sounds or movement, so he had nothing to worry about...for the moment, anyway. He turned towards the woman, acting every bit a gentleman. She didn't know it, but this was a bad sign. Snotty was a way of life for the man. He inclined his head slightly to her."Lady Faerie? The holding cells are right this way, although when I came from there, I did not notice a single soul was awake."
With that, he led her down the hallway the the holding cells.
*she cast a sidelong glance at Mathas, her ringed iris glowing softly as she takes a flutters a few inches off the ground* After ye, sire. *she says a little too demurely* he held the door for her to enter. True to his word, the other occupants were...well...not very conversational today. He gave her a once over."So...Lady Fae...DO tell me about yourself."
An why would a high muckey muck such as ye be wantin' tae know. *She ask looking toward each room, hoping to recognize Sotharin's sigil.* Tis usually a bad thing when a laird be wantin to know ye. He let the door snick shut behind him, and turned the key in the lock, depositing it in his pocket. Then He chuckled charmingly."I believe you have quite the wrong idea, miss. I'm just a humble servant to the Master--to the PREVIOUS Master that is. And, let us call it...diplomatic curiosity?"
He unconsciously followed her, the vampire's blood in his system allowing him to keep up quite easily. Before they could reach the end of the row, he quite suddenly thrust his fist outward, so that his arm blocked her way. And oh but he had the grin of the devil himself and he stared hard at her, and his voice dropped, both in tone and in volume.
"And, if you don't tell me every single thing that I want to know, butterfly, why, I'll just have to rip the wings from your back a piece at a time."
An iffin ye be doin that all ye would have is a dead fae an nae information. *she says dryly, her pulse thrumming loudly in her ears* He leant forward, and she'd likely discover he smelled like illness."Well, at least it'd be fun, and it'd still be damn more than you'll have. But come now, let us put that aside for now. I merely want to know a bit about you...about your people...about your magics...so nothing outrageous. What is the harm in that?"
He nimbly reached across and plucked out a piece of bread from the basket and tore into it with his teeth.
Because ye be threatin' me first of all... *she says wanting to turn her face away from his smell* My "people" ye can learn enough from any fairy book....if ye can be readin. [/b]*she says hurriedly shifting into her travel form, the bouncing green ball of light the size of a ping-pong ball, zips toward a crack int he wall*[/color] He tried hastily to catch the...thing...but could not He let out a growl, jammed the rest of the bread into his mouth, and tossed the remnants of the basket to the wolves--literally. Damn, damn, damn...and so now he would go back, and he's grovel, and he'd act like a little pup. So Tathar thought he'd take the place of Pandora? HA. We shall see. He stalked back. But as he drew closer, his confidence began to dwindle.
Why? WHY? Oh, the shame, the mockery, the bitter betrayal! How could she have done this to him? She knew--she KNEW of his hatred of the beastials! It had been one of their stronger uniting bonds. Oh how he had laughed and kicked at the dog on that first day--but now it seemed the dog had managed to gnaw through his leash. Such a bad dog...bad bad dog...and bad dogs, well...they needed to be punished. Punished like poor Matty.
He groaned in agony outside of the closed door, and slumped against it with an alarming thud. His fingernails scrablled desperately for purchase in the wood...such soft wood, so smooth, so lovely, like her hair and skin and...Damn Pandora! He pummelled the door with his fist, but did indeed manage to hitch his grin back up. It still looked sickly, but it wouldnt do to appear weak. Oh no, not at all. He opend the door and shuffled in.
"It has been done...master...."
Oh, how that shamed him to say that! It really crushed his heart, really. He could feel his eyes well up with tears, like a lovely magic veil across this cold harsh world.
He finished finally with the last parchment and began the task of binding the various stacks, each a different size. He supposed that soon he would need to meet with the NightWorld Council so they could discuss recent events as well as actions to rectify anything that was out of sorts...A daunting task indeed, especially since he did not know if they knew he had succeeded Pandora in her position. After all, she had done nothing more than hand over the reigns to him with no direction for what he was supposed to do. Essentially, he supposed she was setting him up to fail, and failure could be a powerful lesson indeed...But he planned on doing the exact opposite...He planned on succeeding with flying colors. A thudding sound drew his attention from his work and he glanced idly up and to the side, watching as mathas reentered the room looking and smelling pained. No doubt the words he was speaking were burning him like hellfires in his mouth...But that was just as well."Good...That's a good boy. The next time I see Pandora I shall bring up the fact that you may deserve a treat."
Oh, Anger! And how! It ripped through him like wildfire. How dare this Mutt act like thier roles were reversed? He was still a man! "I am NOT a--"
But no. He couldn't. Not yet, but soon. He spewed forth a few more words.
"Y-yes. A treat for poor Matty...yes, that would be so kind of...Mas....of you. D...d'you think I'll be able to get that treat soon?"
It was his roundabout way of asking if the other new of Pandora's wherebouts. Surely if he could just find her, this whole matter could resolve itself. And then, he'd get a treat. He'd treat himself to a nice werewolf head, to decorate his room in the cells.
He smiled cruelly...He was enjoying this..Perhaps it was a little over the top, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. And he did plan on keeping his word. He was nothing if not honest, after all, and upon their next meeting he would mention the fact that Mathas had been a good little boy and deserved a treat of some sort. Maybe.....After their own discussions and whatnot had taken place, and if the both of them still had enough energy...Otherwise, it was likely that poor, poor Matty would have to wait another day....But he would just have to accept that, now wouldn't he?"Soon enough. She is still sleeping, after all, in OUR chambers. But do not worry, I will bring it to her attention as soon as I can."
Our chambers, OUR chambers, OUR CHAMBERS. Oh did you hear that beasty bark! He grit his teeth in an attempt to smile, so that his words came out tightly. "oh? Is it still daylight? The world seems to have taken on a bit of a shadow for some reason. Well, th...tha..."
He just couldn't do it, how could he expect him to do it, he wouldn't he couldn't--"I WONT!"
He became aware that he had shouted, shouted like an avalanche and tried to gulp back down, but could not, the floodwall had been broken. He was a man outside of himself, half enraged, half terrified, as he sobbed, and those big tears rolled down his cheeks like blood.
"I Won't do it, you hear? You're still just a...a dog, and even when a dog sleeps in its masters bed, it still doesn't change its status! So go on, and mock me, you...Animal! Go on and do it, I don't care, because I'm still a man, and she came to me first, and she gave everything to me before you could do anything more than whimper at her heels, and she's coming back, and BOY will you be in trouble then, and and and poor Matty, I don't deserve this, I don't have to take this, I WONT TAKE IT, and she's...she's....Setting you up! she WANTS you to fail, and you will! After all, what can a DOG know about ruling a city? He'd have to have half a brain to start!"
So hot, so HOT, would there be steam spewing from his ears?
Mathas' little...outburst...did not phase him in the lightest...Indeed even as the man was enraged and babbling and quite possibly wanted him dead and gutted on this very table, he still had one minor flaw that would eventually prove to be his undoing...And that was the fact that he was but a mortal man who got the perks of a vampire's blood now and then. He had no true strength, no true speed, and he let his emotions run quite rampant within him...A flaw that could easily be made useful to expose a vulnerable spot. He just chuckled slightly as Mathas finished his rant, letting the sound drift and bounce eerily around the stone walls of the Tower, standing from his chair slowly, almost painfully so, but as soon as he had stood he moved, and in what seemed to be a mere blink of an eye or maybe a little more he was suddenly standing in front of the man with both arms crossed about his chest. he was within the confines of the Tower, after all, and therefore had no use to hide his abilities, including being able to move with inhuman speed at a whim, but he made no aggressive move...No, he was just standing there, dangerously close, close enough that Mathas would likely be able to smell the half starved lycan scent on him. And as he spoke his voice was..walm...almost serenely so."Oh, I very well know that you do not plan to accept me as your Master, but do realize that I AM your Master, now...And as such I will be able to tell Pandora to cease her little....gifts...to you, and by NightWorld law she will have to comply. As for my being a dog and leading...well...Did you know that my father and sire is a ruler? A King of sorts...? Up north there is a land in the mountains, and it is populated by beasts that would give you nightmares and make you blubber like a newborn babe in the middle of the night...Beasts that need no human form. He rules these beasts by fear and power and pain....And in a sense that makes me a Prince. It is in my blood to lead...exiled or not. Now, if you do not begin at least acting as if you respect Pandora's wishes and will, I will be sure to have you packaged in a crate and shipped off to those lands so you can see it for yourself. We'll even call you an envoy from me...I'm sure that they will accept you with open arms...and claws...and jaws..."
Mathas flinched as he rose, certain that at last he would feel the sharp pain of the claws ripping through his jugular. He cowered for a blow that never came...never came...never came. Oh surely, he was just a toy for this mutt, a bone tied to a string fro him to chase. He swallowed, and could not keep his blue eyes (yes, I changed his appearance) raised. His voice was small and oddly flat."You will have to kill me, Tathar. I will never accept you, never follow your decree. I refuse to accept this is what she would have wanted."
Mathas was in a unique position--he didn't understand Pandora the way that other nightworlder's did. Most considered her an infalliable hand, that would spread justice, fearsome when angered. He knew of her anger, true enough, and perhaps on a much more personal level than even tathar. But he also knew of the...other side of her. She was not sympathetic to him, but...they had united together under peculiar circumstances. He knew the lonely side, the jaded side, and thought he rather had a different view of her."You see, I am dangerous to you, mere mortal though I may be. I will not stay within these walls while you call yourself master--but you musn't allow me to go free either. Imagine, if, in my horror and pain, run dry from Vampire's blood, I were to accidentally let myself get seen by a villager? Remember, they all think me dead--their bloodlust for me was quite as great as yours. And when they ask me where I've been...well, I will no longer feel the desire to lie to them. and they will have to decide who is the greater threat--the criminal who killed his family and a few old men, or the smithy, who smiled and accepted their coin--and then every moon phase, terrorized their city? So, send me away, I don't care. I will welcome it, and allow the first gnashing beast to end my misery. Or, keep me here, and offer me a small payment--i know no blood will be as sweet as Pandora's, but I will accept what I can get. Since I am no master, the choice is yours. I care not either way."
As much as he loathed to admit it...To accept himself the fact that Mathas had a point...He had no choice...But Mathas' words would prove to be a powerful weapon indeed...And this made him smile to no end...His eyes even taking a gleam of mirth to them...He could use this to his advantage and finally discredit Mathas in Pandora's eyes enough for her to allow him to kill the man and get off scott free with no repercussions whatsoever...Mathas had done it himself...He had threatened to expose all of NightWorld by exposing him, and so for now he would have the opportunity to have him stripped of any rank that he held, any privaledges that he had, including his feeding from Pandora....He would still suffer through the withdrawals to the fullest, and he would be ever so safely tucked away in the cells, locled in like the rest of the animals...He would be right there as they changed and howled and sniffed for the scent of his flesh and blood and bone, as they clawed at the stone floors in attempt to dig their ways to freedom in order to get that much closer to him...Yes, that would be quite fitting, and he called for the guards, two appearing. Their loyalties lied with the Master of the City, after all, no matter who that person or being was, and he bade them to take Mathas into custody....for treasonous threats."Oh, Mathas. You have just signed your death warrant. You will never leave this Tower alive...You will never again taste the sweet nectar of Pandora...You see, when she feeds from me, she shares my knowledge, something that cannot be manufacted. She will hear your words through my blood, and you will be punished for threatening to expose NightWorld to the mortals. You handed me the piece I needed to do so on a guilded platter."
He shrugged off the hands of the guards--likely vampires or werewolves themselves. Oh the injustice of it all, that he, HE, good little boy that he was, would be locked up while this...this MONSTER roamed free! Such is the way it was...if only he had been hanged just as he was supposed to."Fine. FINE! I can take it, and I don't even have to hide behind my daddy to do it! So throw me away, lock me up, I don't care! If Pandora will consent to kiss the mouth that licks her heels, what matter is that to me? And she will hear that I remained loyal to her, even when she could not stay loyal to herself! You think I'll be punished--I'm sure you are right, for she is a harsh mistress--but do not be so quick to holler my death to the gates of hell, for I am not yet checkmated! I tell you--kill me now, Tathar, or with the Damned that roam these halls as my witnesses, I'll be sure to take as much of you with me as can be done!"
He smirked and kindly let the guards know to take the man to the cells with severe force, if necessary. Treason under any circumstances was just that, and was often dealt with quite harshly. More often than not the offenders were not allowed the chance to do it again, and he had confidence that Pandora would follow that example to the letter...or rather, in her own creative manner, and he turned and walked casually to his seat once more to finish his work with the stacks of parchment. Much work there still had yet to be done for the day, and it was soon to be time for Pandora to wake from her rest....He had to ready what he would tell her of what had transpired. He would tell her the truth, of course, and he would embellish few details, as she would no doubt have heard every single word they had spoken. He took his seat once more as the guards made to take Mathas into their grasps once more."I hide behind no one, worm, and know that whatever you take with you when you die will grow back. It always does. Begone with him."
And thus, Mathas misadventures are put on temporary haitus as he is dragged to the cells roughly and with little ceremony, tossed inside, the slamming of the door not quite loud enough to cover his continued psychobabble. 