Post by Pandora LeAmour on Aug 3, 2009 20:43:01 GMT -5
High Priestess
Pandora LeAmour
Tathar Seregon
Location: The Tower
Time: Nightfall
Pandora was recovering, much to the High Priestess' dismay. The Council would not be pleased, but perhaps she had learnt enough of a lesson to never make the mistake of refusing their direct orders again. While Tathar had slept, and Pandora had remained in her current detatched state, the High Priestess had taken it upon herself to rid her of any trace of the Lycan's blood still in her system. Little good it did now that the blood had already healed her wounds completely.
The new wounds enflected upon Pandora were by no means shallow, and would leave scars upon her flesh simply because they had to have been made with a silver dagger, blessed in Holy Water, of course. But she had been polite and these wounds were positioned on the inner of her thigh to keep them well hidden.
Now, Pandora was still recovering which meant she had drained the Lycan's meal from the Vampire too late in the game. But there was nothing that could be done of that now.
Currently, she was standing, nay hovering, over the cot that bedded the Master Vampire, watching as the womans face twisted in and out of pain. She had already killed two of the Tower guards for disobeying her, gave William new orders, and had already left tons of parchments in the NightWorld Library in a pile for the William fellow to burn. There was nothing else she needed to do that appeared more important then watching Pandora as the Vampire suffered.
He had only just left his shop, closing it up for the day....Oh how good it had felt to work again...Not that he had not been working in the Tower the past while, but the feeling of physical work made him oh so much more pleased at the end of the day, even if he had spent the better part of it trying to correct the mistakes made by the construct, Symphony...Namely the oil she had for some reason soaked into the surface of his worktable...Why she had done that, as there was no reason for it in the least, was completely beyond him, as well as the reason why exactly she had tried to make a child sized doll of metal. The workings of her mind puzzled him, and he thought it better than to try and understand them. It would most likely be a waste of energy, in any case, so he would instead pursue other avenues, such as this little trip home, back to the Tower, and in effect back to Pandora. Likely she required another feeding, as his last donation probably had lost it's original potency.....but that could be remedied rather easily, could it not?
Oh yes, the Priestess was right about that much. Pandora was recovering. Slowly, but surely. And if she could just keep the blasted witch away from her long enough to keep a decent meal down, Pandora had no doubt she'd be up and about again.
As it were, it was immensly difficult to lie there, starving for a meal and in considerable pain while that blasted woman from the Council hovered nearby.
Pandora was acutely aware that darkness was setting in. She'd been back to consciousness for the last two hours when the sun began to dip from the horizon. How frustrating it was to be awake and recovering, only to have to die all over again. How could she expect to recover completely if every time that bloody sun made an appearance it snuffed her of her progress?
Another bout of starvation slickened through her, and Pandora was completely unaware of her face changing expression to one of pain. She simply felt weak. Unable to grasp onto the strength she had taken for granted for how many centuries now? Why, she didn't even know how long it had been since her human servant had died at Tathar's hand.
Or of Tathar himself, for that matter. She couldnt' feel him here now? Had he moved on? Had it been that long? A day without a meal was a lifetime, and trust me she had lived many to know the length of them.
As the pain became less intense, Pandora's expression slackened again. She wanted to flex her fingers, wanted to open her eyes. To sit up. To feed, dammit. But something told her that allowing the Council member to think she was still gone might be her best bet of surviving.
As he moved his mind worked over many things...Mainly, he wondered as to how long it would take for Pandora to recover from her most recent endeavor...the severing of Mathas from herself as he made his way into the next world in a glorious rain of red...But now that he thought about it, it was not so very glorious after all, was it? After all, it had harmed her...And somehow he had been blind to it the entire time he was whipping away at the man...Had he known that this would be the outcome...that she would be laid up in her bed for so very long while a puppet of the Council was prancing about as if she very well owned the place...he would simply have had Mathas bound in a coffin to live out the rest of his natural life. But eventually it would have reached this point anyway...Oh how these things...these workings were beyond him. He wanted to learn of it all, though, so it was at the very least a learning experience...and one that he would never make the mistake of repeating ever again, even though he highly doubted that if she lived that she would ever again take on another servant. And he would not blame her, either...it was much safer that way. It eliminated one more way of ridding the world of her. Soon his footfalls led him around the back of the Tower, his hood effectively hiding his features from plain sight of prying eyes of mortals, and he moved to rap upon the door in his usual manner, stepping back for when William decided to come and view him to see if he had the correct entry cloak. One of these days, when the vampire had recovered of course, they would have to sit and discuss the man's retirement. It was getting to be quite past due, and surely he did not want to work as the door guard for the rest of his days, did he? After all, age was wearing him down already.
Oh, she heard the rap at the door and without needing to see or hear a voice, knew exactly who it was. That was just her way. She also knew that William would let him in and he'd undoubtedly swing by the Meeting Room first to see what was taking place there, before he would come to his chambers and check up on his Master.
Of course, he wouldn't claim that she was his master at all. Infact, no one seemed to recognize him for a servant, but it was what it was. A human servant was someone that posed as the eyes and ears of the Master of the City during the day when the Vampire themselves could not. Tathar clearly did that. Furthermore, a human servant would protect their Master at all cost, and the High Priestess had an itching suspicion that Tathar Seregon would do that too, had he the chance.
Perhaps that was why the NightWorld Council was not so impatient to kill the Master Vampire off. They were curious, for the most part. Pandora LeAmour had managed to make Tathar her servant while she still had another one, and without marking him at all. Practically unheard of.
But enough of the thinking. The High Priestess quickly set to work, wanting to make sure that Pandora would be in no condition to wake when the Lycan came to check up on her.
She shimmered and flashed from standing over the Vampries cot, clear across the room to the desk positioned there. The desk she had previously left the silver blade lying. Picking it up, the High Priestess shimmered again and reappeared standing along side the cot. The blade was still dirty from earlier, and so even as she used one hand to draw back the fabrics that Pandora was draped, she slid the blade alongside her thigh, cleaning the blood from it.
And then she walked to the end of the Vampires cot, and climbed aboard, on her knees. She pushed both of Pandora's legs apart, so that she could position herself squarely inbetween them. It was easier to slash at the inner of the Vampires sides when she had a clear shot. Not too much, to bleed her dry, but deep enough to drain a little blood from her. Not too low to be revealed to anyone should Pandora ever decide to wear a shorter gown then usual, but low enough for the muscles to be tender. She needed enough tenderness to break the skin, afterall.
Her assumption was not incorrect, either, for as soon as William opened the door and bade him enter he offered the man a polite nod of greeting and headed within, first seeking out the meeting room just in case, by some slim chance, Pandora had managed to make a much speedier recovery than he initially thought. However, it appeared that that was quite the contrary, as there was no one here...Not even the loathesome High Priestess...What a silly title....High Priestess of what? Of snide remarks and bad social skills...? Personally, he could not think of any manner of God or Goddess that would even think of allowing such a creature to serve them...But that was not important right now, and likely never would be....But it was nice to have something to wonder over if at least to simply pass the time. He turned from the room, then, and made his way back toward the door, passing by and through William's room as he moved toward the drop room. Something made him feel uneasy, all of a sudden...And he did not realise what it was until he had already positioned himself on the very first set of pegs...His nostrils caught the scent of blood...Not freshly spilled, but it was not very old, either...And it could not be from his last feeding for her...That had lost it's scent hours upon hours ago, by now.
How damaging to one's ego to be fully aware of what is going on around you, and having absolutely no way to stop it. Even as the Council Member's presence disappeared, Pandora knew she couldn't move. She had to bide her time. Give it a few minutes to ensure she wasn't coming back.
But back she came. And when the woman shoved apart Pandora's legs, Pandora tried to resist the volation to no avail. The feeling of the cot moving beneath her as the High Priestess climbed between her legs was a sensation Pandora didn't relish. She knew exactly what was coming next. The woman had already done this last eve.
When the blade cut into the skin of Pandora's inner thigh, Pandora was helpess to fight against it. Damn, it stung. Silver and something more potent. That wasn't just any silver blade, trust me. Pandora had been wounded by one before and she knew the difference. This one was more painful. Searing like it would melt her very flesh.
A quiet protest slipped from her like a groan that got caught on her dry throat. Her lips had been pressed together which muffled her protest but did not erase it completely.
One cut.. Two... And then a third on her right inner thigh. A pause as the Council Member watched the wounds form. Her right leg was then lifted and a cool dish placed underneath to catch the spilled blood. Pandora had no idea what happened to the blood after.
It seemed that the High Priestess was in a bit of a hurry tonight, for even as the wounds dripped forth slowly, she was already removing the dish to position it under her left leg.
Three cuts on either inner thigh. That was what happened last eve, and Pandora knew that's what would happen this evening as well. God, how she wanted to brace herself for the coming wounds to her left thigh, knowing they would come, but unable to do anything but wait.
He climbed quickly...He had a bad feeling...the scent of blood was growing stronger, wafting down from the library...? No, it was not coming from there....but from higher up...and it grew ever stronger as he moved. Was she being fed...? Had someone brought a meal to their chambers for her...? Or were their worst fears realised and had someone decided to take advantage of her weakened state to dismiss her...No...He would not let that happen, and he hoped that were that the case that he made it in time to stop it before it went to the point where she would be reduced to naught but a pile of ash...He all but flew up the last of the pegs and launched himself upwards and onto the ledge...and what his gaze met then was something that he was severely unexpecting...Eyes flashing their feral green, his voice wavering between words and a bark, he accosted the Priestess, biting back the urge to test her shield out for himself...for the moment...and as he did this he strode quickly forward.
Dammit all to hell. She knew he was arriving, and had quickly tucked the blade beneath Pandora's leg so that her bare skin rested upon the silver. Enough of a punishment, and she wouldn't be caught with the blade in her hand. Her voice, as always, echoed from around the room, even as she climbed from between the Vampires limbs.
The High Priestess let that sentence hang and then she glanced skyward to the ceiling. Bloody hell. Did the Council have to summon her NOW? Without looking to either Pandora or Tathar once more, the High Priestess shimmered and was gone. The Council sure did have terrible timing, but at least it gave her an excuse to not have to face the Lycan's jealousty. Then again, it also meant she couldn't keep tabs on them. Ah well, best not to keep her fellow Council Members waiting. THe sooner she delt with them, the sooner she could get back and finish off the job.
Oh if she had not simply disappeared he feared that he would have done something that would have brought down terrible wrath upon the both of them...something that right now could not be afforded. They had enough problems as it was...He sat, then, at the foot of the cot, gingerly examining the wounds along her thighs....a growl escaping his throat as he did so..."seems to have aquired", indeed...The wounds were fine and straight, much too perfect for them to have been inflicted by something mundane within the room...And they were much too low to have been caused by himself when he had killed Mathas. Had she done this to herself...? Unlikely, to say the least...She was recovering from more serious wounds, so why would she further her torment...? That left but one other option....Someone, likely the Priestess herself, had done it.
His voice still seemed to have a bit of a growl to it, but at least it wasn't as forceful as it had been when he entered the room. Pandora tried to open her eyes, to sit up and tell him to tone down his voice. "Remember who you're addressing, Pup" had come to mind, but the words would not form.
She lay there, unmoving, unspeaking seemingly unresponsive for a good beat of a minute. Then, with all the strength she had, which mind you wasn't all that much giving her lack of a decent meal in nearly five days, Pandora opened her eyes.
The room was dark, and for the first time in centuries she was having difficulty seeing in the blessed darkness. She couldn't see the ceiling, or Tathar himself for that matter, but she knew her eye's were open. The darkness was different. Shapes formed.
Her lips slowly moved, as if slurred speech slipped from them, but no sounds were made. Okay, so that wasn't going to work all that well. She couldn't even will her eye's to look around, they stared directly ahead, which in this current position was directly up.
Instead of fighting for a voice, Pandora tried a mental connection. Silently, she repeated his name over and over agian, hoping he'd hear it.
In any case, as he sat there, he forced the tone of his voice down to a more normal level. Why did things have to have happened like this...? He hated seeing her so weak...so vulnerable. She couldn't even speak, for crying out loud. At least not normally...It seemed that she still had enough energy to communicate via her mind, though, her mental call to him catching his attention after a few moments of trying to hear something that he wasn't really hearing until he figured out what it was.
Pandora's mouth opened and then closed, as if she were a mere mortal swallowing. Her eyes never blinked, they simply kept staring upward. Though she wasn't in much of a position to, she nagged at him anyways.
Alright, so she probably could have been a bit politer, but in her mind she was laughing. For some reason, the situation seemed halarious to her. Nerves, perhaps?
Focusing, Pandora seemed to fall silent for a few moments, trying to will herself strength. Finally her head lifted up off the pillow but a fraction of an inch before it fell back into place.
With that said, she instantly wanted to take it back. She had never called him love before, and now wish she hadn't. She wasn't very good at showing her emotions and didn't want him to think her delusional in doing so now.
He chuckled slightly...Whether she really and truly meant it gruffly or not, he still thought it slightly funny that even in such a weakened state she was going to give out orders...But he would comply...and he would have a meal brought up for her shortly...and he had moved to stand and go ahead and do so when her last "words" found him...and he froze...That had been...unexpected...surprising...Hell, it had damn near made his heart feel as if it were going to explode with all of it's thumping, and before he stood this time he leaned down and placed a soft kiss to her cheek, the stark contrast in temperature a slight, but welcome, shock to him as he did so, and he quickly moved off and toward the drop.
Pandora closed her eyes once more, after Tathars form had left their chambers. She focused on the warmed spot that had, for a brief moment, lingered on her cheek. Now he wanted to play nice. Now that she couldn't respond to it. Perhaps that had been his intention all along. Tease, but never to the point that it would become serious.
And what was serious, anyways? Tathar cared for her, that much was obvious. Any blind fool could see that, and had he have had a pack, they surely would have hassled him about it. A Vampire would never be accepted as a lupa.
Tathar didn't have a pack however, and he hadn't shown any need to select himself a lupa. And that kiss, that innocent yet sweet brush upon her cheek had Pandora thinking all kinds of thing's she shouldn't have been.
It didnt matter, really. They had been intimate but a few times, mostly ending in one or both of them severely injured. Tathar deserved a better life then that. Sure, he was a Lycan, but he was more human then that. He deserved a small house with a white picket fense and two point five children.
She hadn't been aware that she was addressing him all of her thoughts, even as they flickered through her mind. Without the control, when she had opened up the mindlink, she hadn't shut it off. If he was listening for it, he would have no difficulty hearing anything she was thinking.
Did she mean the words? Did she love Tathar, or was it a simple slip of the tongue? Hell if she knew. Pandora didn't know love. She thought she had, a century ago. But now, comparing Raistlin and Tathar together, it was quite different. She had enjoyed Raistlin's company. His knowledge. But she had never wanted to protect him. She would have gladly given up eternity for Tathar.
She enjoyed Tathar's company. She liked him. Love, well yeah maybe that too.
Struggling, Pandora focused all her energy on rising. She wasn't able to just jump out of bed yet, but she did managed to get herself positioned up on her elbows. Resting her weight on them, fear that if she slumped back down she'd never get that far again, Pandora's thoughts drifted again.
Pandora LeAmour
Tathar Seregon
Location: The Tower
Time: Nightfall
Pandora was recovering, much to the High Priestess' dismay. The Council would not be pleased, but perhaps she had learnt enough of a lesson to never make the mistake of refusing their direct orders again. While Tathar had slept, and Pandora had remained in her current detatched state, the High Priestess had taken it upon herself to rid her of any trace of the Lycan's blood still in her system. Little good it did now that the blood had already healed her wounds completely.
The new wounds enflected upon Pandora were by no means shallow, and would leave scars upon her flesh simply because they had to have been made with a silver dagger, blessed in Holy Water, of course. But she had been polite and these wounds were positioned on the inner of her thigh to keep them well hidden.
Now, Pandora was still recovering which meant she had drained the Lycan's meal from the Vampire too late in the game. But there was nothing that could be done of that now.
Currently, she was standing, nay hovering, over the cot that bedded the Master Vampire, watching as the womans face twisted in and out of pain. She had already killed two of the Tower guards for disobeying her, gave William new orders, and had already left tons of parchments in the NightWorld Library in a pile for the William fellow to burn. There was nothing else she needed to do that appeared more important then watching Pandora as the Vampire suffered.
He had only just left his shop, closing it up for the day....Oh how good it had felt to work again...Not that he had not been working in the Tower the past while, but the feeling of physical work made him oh so much more pleased at the end of the day, even if he had spent the better part of it trying to correct the mistakes made by the construct, Symphony...Namely the oil she had for some reason soaked into the surface of his worktable...Why she had done that, as there was no reason for it in the least, was completely beyond him, as well as the reason why exactly she had tried to make a child sized doll of metal. The workings of her mind puzzled him, and he thought it better than to try and understand them. It would most likely be a waste of energy, in any case, so he would instead pursue other avenues, such as this little trip home, back to the Tower, and in effect back to Pandora. Likely she required another feeding, as his last donation probably had lost it's original potency.....but that could be remedied rather easily, could it not?
Oh yes, the Priestess was right about that much. Pandora was recovering. Slowly, but surely. And if she could just keep the blasted witch away from her long enough to keep a decent meal down, Pandora had no doubt she'd be up and about again.
As it were, it was immensly difficult to lie there, starving for a meal and in considerable pain while that blasted woman from the Council hovered nearby.
Pandora was acutely aware that darkness was setting in. She'd been back to consciousness for the last two hours when the sun began to dip from the horizon. How frustrating it was to be awake and recovering, only to have to die all over again. How could she expect to recover completely if every time that bloody sun made an appearance it snuffed her of her progress?
Another bout of starvation slickened through her, and Pandora was completely unaware of her face changing expression to one of pain. She simply felt weak. Unable to grasp onto the strength she had taken for granted for how many centuries now? Why, she didn't even know how long it had been since her human servant had died at Tathar's hand.
Or of Tathar himself, for that matter. She couldnt' feel him here now? Had he moved on? Had it been that long? A day without a meal was a lifetime, and trust me she had lived many to know the length of them.
As the pain became less intense, Pandora's expression slackened again. She wanted to flex her fingers, wanted to open her eyes. To sit up. To feed, dammit. But something told her that allowing the Council member to think she was still gone might be her best bet of surviving.
As he moved his mind worked over many things...Mainly, he wondered as to how long it would take for Pandora to recover from her most recent endeavor...the severing of Mathas from herself as he made his way into the next world in a glorious rain of red...But now that he thought about it, it was not so very glorious after all, was it? After all, it had harmed her...And somehow he had been blind to it the entire time he was whipping away at the man...Had he known that this would be the outcome...that she would be laid up in her bed for so very long while a puppet of the Council was prancing about as if she very well owned the place...he would simply have had Mathas bound in a coffin to live out the rest of his natural life. But eventually it would have reached this point anyway...Oh how these things...these workings were beyond him. He wanted to learn of it all, though, so it was at the very least a learning experience...and one that he would never make the mistake of repeating ever again, even though he highly doubted that if she lived that she would ever again take on another servant. And he would not blame her, either...it was much safer that way. It eliminated one more way of ridding the world of her. Soon his footfalls led him around the back of the Tower, his hood effectively hiding his features from plain sight of prying eyes of mortals, and he moved to rap upon the door in his usual manner, stepping back for when William decided to come and view him to see if he had the correct entry cloak. One of these days, when the vampire had recovered of course, they would have to sit and discuss the man's retirement. It was getting to be quite past due, and surely he did not want to work as the door guard for the rest of his days, did he? After all, age was wearing him down already.
Oh, she heard the rap at the door and without needing to see or hear a voice, knew exactly who it was. That was just her way. She also knew that William would let him in and he'd undoubtedly swing by the Meeting Room first to see what was taking place there, before he would come to his chambers and check up on his Master.
Of course, he wouldn't claim that she was his master at all. Infact, no one seemed to recognize him for a servant, but it was what it was. A human servant was someone that posed as the eyes and ears of the Master of the City during the day when the Vampire themselves could not. Tathar clearly did that. Furthermore, a human servant would protect their Master at all cost, and the High Priestess had an itching suspicion that Tathar Seregon would do that too, had he the chance.
Perhaps that was why the NightWorld Council was not so impatient to kill the Master Vampire off. They were curious, for the most part. Pandora LeAmour had managed to make Tathar her servant while she still had another one, and without marking him at all. Practically unheard of.
But enough of the thinking. The High Priestess quickly set to work, wanting to make sure that Pandora would be in no condition to wake when the Lycan came to check up on her.
She shimmered and flashed from standing over the Vampries cot, clear across the room to the desk positioned there. The desk she had previously left the silver blade lying. Picking it up, the High Priestess shimmered again and reappeared standing along side the cot. The blade was still dirty from earlier, and so even as she used one hand to draw back the fabrics that Pandora was draped, she slid the blade alongside her thigh, cleaning the blood from it.
And then she walked to the end of the Vampires cot, and climbed aboard, on her knees. She pushed both of Pandora's legs apart, so that she could position herself squarely inbetween them. It was easier to slash at the inner of the Vampires sides when she had a clear shot. Not too much, to bleed her dry, but deep enough to drain a little blood from her. Not too low to be revealed to anyone should Pandora ever decide to wear a shorter gown then usual, but low enough for the muscles to be tender. She needed enough tenderness to break the skin, afterall.
Her assumption was not incorrect, either, for as soon as William opened the door and bade him enter he offered the man a polite nod of greeting and headed within, first seeking out the meeting room just in case, by some slim chance, Pandora had managed to make a much speedier recovery than he initially thought. However, it appeared that that was quite the contrary, as there was no one here...Not even the loathesome High Priestess...What a silly title....High Priestess of what? Of snide remarks and bad social skills...? Personally, he could not think of any manner of God or Goddess that would even think of allowing such a creature to serve them...But that was not important right now, and likely never would be....But it was nice to have something to wonder over if at least to simply pass the time. He turned from the room, then, and made his way back toward the door, passing by and through William's room as he moved toward the drop room. Something made him feel uneasy, all of a sudden...And he did not realise what it was until he had already positioned himself on the very first set of pegs...His nostrils caught the scent of blood...Not freshly spilled, but it was not very old, either...And it could not be from his last feeding for her...That had lost it's scent hours upon hours ago, by now.
How damaging to one's ego to be fully aware of what is going on around you, and having absolutely no way to stop it. Even as the Council Member's presence disappeared, Pandora knew she couldn't move. She had to bide her time. Give it a few minutes to ensure she wasn't coming back.
But back she came. And when the woman shoved apart Pandora's legs, Pandora tried to resist the volation to no avail. The feeling of the cot moving beneath her as the High Priestess climbed between her legs was a sensation Pandora didn't relish. She knew exactly what was coming next. The woman had already done this last eve.
When the blade cut into the skin of Pandora's inner thigh, Pandora was helpess to fight against it. Damn, it stung. Silver and something more potent. That wasn't just any silver blade, trust me. Pandora had been wounded by one before and she knew the difference. This one was more painful. Searing like it would melt her very flesh.
A quiet protest slipped from her like a groan that got caught on her dry throat. Her lips had been pressed together which muffled her protest but did not erase it completely.
One cut.. Two... And then a third on her right inner thigh. A pause as the Council Member watched the wounds form. Her right leg was then lifted and a cool dish placed underneath to catch the spilled blood. Pandora had no idea what happened to the blood after.
It seemed that the High Priestess was in a bit of a hurry tonight, for even as the wounds dripped forth slowly, she was already removing the dish to position it under her left leg.
Three cuts on either inner thigh. That was what happened last eve, and Pandora knew that's what would happen this evening as well. God, how she wanted to brace herself for the coming wounds to her left thigh, knowing they would come, but unable to do anything but wait.
He climbed quickly...He had a bad feeling...the scent of blood was growing stronger, wafting down from the library...? No, it was not coming from there....but from higher up...and it grew ever stronger as he moved. Was she being fed...? Had someone brought a meal to their chambers for her...? Or were their worst fears realised and had someone decided to take advantage of her weakened state to dismiss her...No...He would not let that happen, and he hoped that were that the case that he made it in time to stop it before it went to the point where she would be reduced to naught but a pile of ash...He all but flew up the last of the pegs and launched himself upwards and onto the ledge...and what his gaze met then was something that he was severely unexpecting...Eyes flashing their feral green, his voice wavering between words and a bark, he accosted the Priestess, biting back the urge to test her shield out for himself...for the moment...and as he did this he strode quickly forward.
"What in the nine hells do you think you are doing, meat?!"
Dammit all to hell. She knew he was arriving, and had quickly tucked the blade beneath Pandora's leg so that her bare skin rested upon the silver. Enough of a punishment, and she wouldn't be caught with the blade in her hand. Her voice, as always, echoed from around the room, even as she climbed from between the Vampires limbs.
"That is what I would like to know. I was simply examining a wound she seems to have aquired. Now that you are here, I trust you will bandage it for her. Other then that, there has been no change. By my count, she has twenty four hours before shes... "
The High Priestess let that sentence hang and then she glanced skyward to the ceiling. Bloody hell. Did the Council have to summon her NOW? Without looking to either Pandora or Tathar once more, the High Priestess shimmered and was gone. The Council sure did have terrible timing, but at least it gave her an excuse to not have to face the Lycan's jealousty. Then again, it also meant she couldn't keep tabs on them. Ah well, best not to keep her fellow Council Members waiting. THe sooner she delt with them, the sooner she could get back and finish off the job.
Oh if she had not simply disappeared he feared that he would have done something that would have brought down terrible wrath upon the both of them...something that right now could not be afforded. They had enough problems as it was...He sat, then, at the foot of the cot, gingerly examining the wounds along her thighs....a growl escaping his throat as he did so..."seems to have aquired", indeed...The wounds were fine and straight, much too perfect for them to have been inflicted by something mundane within the room...And they were much too low to have been caused by himself when he had killed Mathas. Had she done this to herself...? Unlikely, to say the least...She was recovering from more serious wounds, so why would she further her torment...? That left but one other option....Someone, likely the Priestess herself, had done it.
"Pandora...?"
His voice still seemed to have a bit of a growl to it, but at least it wasn't as forceful as it had been when he entered the room. Pandora tried to open her eyes, to sit up and tell him to tone down his voice. "Remember who you're addressing, Pup" had come to mind, but the words would not form.
She lay there, unmoving, unspeaking seemingly unresponsive for a good beat of a minute. Then, with all the strength she had, which mind you wasn't all that much giving her lack of a decent meal in nearly five days, Pandora opened her eyes.
The room was dark, and for the first time in centuries she was having difficulty seeing in the blessed darkness. She couldn't see the ceiling, or Tathar himself for that matter, but she knew her eye's were open. The darkness was different. Shapes formed.
Her lips slowly moved, as if slurred speech slipped from them, but no sounds were made. Okay, so that wasn't going to work all that well. She couldn't even will her eye's to look around, they stared directly ahead, which in this current position was directly up.
Instead of fighting for a voice, Pandora tried a mental connection. Silently, she repeated his name over and over agian, hoping he'd hear it.
In any case, as he sat there, he forced the tone of his voice down to a more normal level. Why did things have to have happened like this...? He hated seeing her so weak...so vulnerable. She couldn't even speak, for crying out loud. At least not normally...It seemed that she still had enough energy to communicate via her mind, though, her mental call to him catching his attention after a few moments of trying to hear something that he wasn't really hearing until he figured out what it was.
"Aye, I am here."
Pandora's mouth opened and then closed, as if she were a mere mortal swallowing. Her eyes never blinked, they simply kept staring upward. Though she wasn't in much of a position to, she nagged at him anyways.
~Good. Now get outta here. I need to feed.~
Alright, so she probably could have been a bit politer, but in her mind she was laughing. For some reason, the situation seemed halarious to her. Nerves, perhaps?
Focusing, Pandora seemed to fall silent for a few moments, trying to will herself strength. Finally her head lifted up off the pillow but a fraction of an inch before it fell back into place.
~Today, love~
With that said, she instantly wanted to take it back. She had never called him love before, and now wish she hadn't. She wasn't very good at showing her emotions and didn't want him to think her delusional in doing so now.
He chuckled slightly...Whether she really and truly meant it gruffly or not, he still thought it slightly funny that even in such a weakened state she was going to give out orders...But he would comply...and he would have a meal brought up for her shortly...and he had moved to stand and go ahead and do so when her last "words" found him...and he froze...That had been...unexpected...surprising...Hell, it had damn near made his heart feel as if it were going to explode with all of it's thumping, and before he stood this time he leaned down and placed a soft kiss to her cheek, the stark contrast in temperature a slight, but welcome, shock to him as he did so, and he quickly moved off and toward the drop.
Pandora closed her eyes once more, after Tathars form had left their chambers. She focused on the warmed spot that had, for a brief moment, lingered on her cheek. Now he wanted to play nice. Now that she couldn't respond to it. Perhaps that had been his intention all along. Tease, but never to the point that it would become serious.
And what was serious, anyways? Tathar cared for her, that much was obvious. Any blind fool could see that, and had he have had a pack, they surely would have hassled him about it. A Vampire would never be accepted as a lupa.
Tathar didn't have a pack however, and he hadn't shown any need to select himself a lupa. And that kiss, that innocent yet sweet brush upon her cheek had Pandora thinking all kinds of thing's she shouldn't have been.
It didnt matter, really. They had been intimate but a few times, mostly ending in one or both of them severely injured. Tathar deserved a better life then that. Sure, he was a Lycan, but he was more human then that. He deserved a small house with a white picket fense and two point five children.
She hadn't been aware that she was addressing him all of her thoughts, even as they flickered through her mind. Without the control, when she had opened up the mindlink, she hadn't shut it off. If he was listening for it, he would have no difficulty hearing anything she was thinking.
Did she mean the words? Did she love Tathar, or was it a simple slip of the tongue? Hell if she knew. Pandora didn't know love. She thought she had, a century ago. But now, comparing Raistlin and Tathar together, it was quite different. She had enjoyed Raistlin's company. His knowledge. But she had never wanted to protect him. She would have gladly given up eternity for Tathar.
She enjoyed Tathar's company. She liked him. Love, well yeah maybe that too.
Struggling, Pandora focused all her energy on rising. She wasn't able to just jump out of bed yet, but she did managed to get herself positioned up on her elbows. Resting her weight on them, fear that if she slumped back down she'd never get that far again, Pandora's thoughts drifted again.
(rp paused)
