Post by Pandora LeAmour on Aug 3, 2009 20:43:33 GMT -5
Sotharin
Pandora LeAmour
Location: The Tower
Time: Sunset
*Sotharin smiled as he turned from his holding cell window,walking in the direction of the Meeting Halls. He had work to do,such as it were,and he had daddled and postponed long enough. The Master was weak,and such was unfortunate,but mayhaps he could use the lessons of the resent past to his advantage. He strode through the Tower in elaborate finery{see av},given to whom he was wishing to speak...He knew both in Vampiric and Unseelie Courts appearances count for much. As he approuched the Meeting Room doors,he paused,waiting almost diplomaticly to be called inside*
She had recovered enough to get out of that horrid bed. She still couldn't seem to talk all that well, and the meals provided, oh there had been many of that I assure you, just didn't seem to be strong enough. BUt yet, here she was. Seating in the Meeting Room, in HER chair.
The High Priestess hadn't liked it. Tathar probably wouldn't like it either, but right now Pandora had a job to do, and by dammit of all that is shiny, she was going to do it.
Unfortunately, there was no time to think on it, for while she sat there entertaining those very thoughts, the sounds from the hallway beckoned her attention. She didn't speak. Instead, she simply stood there waiting. The two guards stationed outside the archway of the Meeting Hall would let whoever it was in, and seeing as there was no door there, she knew exactly who was standing there waiting her.
*In customary fashion~at least for the Unseelie Court~he walked three steps,and only three steps in,and gave an deep,Oriental style bow,not rising from such until she gestured him to,and not speaking,again,until she wished to hear. His face was solumn,but his eyes...oh,his eyes burned with a passion. It very well could be a long night*
She simply sighed and gestured with a single gloved hand. Her left, to be exact. Grand standings were customary, perhaps, and she did enjoy them to a fault, but this evening she was in no mood for either.
Under the table Pandora used her slippered foot to kick out a chair. The arm and the sliding of the chair were the only two gestures he received from her.
*Raises up,looking to you,and then the chair afore sitting down and templing his hands,not always a peaceful gesture* I am honour0ed to be afore you,Master...even in your weakened state. I have heard great things about you..but,with all due respects,I shall decide of my own if such is true. I have come to speak of the rumours of certain of our...Brothers...being allowed out during the day. Why the limitations,I wonder?[/b][/u]
Pandora settled back in her chair, her elbow on the chairs armrest, her chin in the upturned palm of her hand.
Her expressionless face watched him, grey eye's staring out of the pale face, still a bit too ashen to be beautiful or considered pale at all.
*Growls,odviously displeased* You presence gives all of all World courage,glory,wisdom,and honour,yet I can not agree with this ruling! Why should we allow the Mortal's yoke upon our shoulders?!? We both have a great love for Our People..*all* Our People!..This ruling does little to strenghen our position. What even happened to our days of glory,surely you remember! We are providing a weak target,should ever the Mortals dictate to wipe us out~and I assure you,like the thousand times before,they will![/b][/u]
Her voice was level, hollow. Rather bored sounding, as if she had heard and answered this arguement many times over.
*Growls again* Your word is Law,but Our resolve is Iron...I can assure you,they know we exist. I care nuaght for dogmatic laws made by weak leaders in shadowed corners and smoky halls. They are outdated...how long must we be the mortals pawns afore we take our affairs into our own hands?!!?
Her gloved hand thumped down on the solid oak table infront of her. Her eye's had turned from simple grey to the deepest of red. Her voice, anything but friendly. Now it carried with it authority. Anger. The voice of a true Master.
*Bows* I shall obey these wreched laws...for now. But when you are staked and dragged screaming into the daylight,do not state you were not given warning![/b][/u]
Pandora flung her hand out, a warm buzz of energy, of power pushed from her into Sotharin. Nothing serious, nothing damanging. It merely feels like a thousand bugs walking over your bare skin. A tingling sensation of power.
Oh yes, she was a bitch, but she's a bitch that rules by fear.
*Doesn't seem to mind the crackling of energy..such displays were commonplace for the Unseelie* What good is a Master with no servants.? You need me far more than I need you. But,allow me to offer a token of goodwill,if you will....
She gestured with her hand idly. She didnt' need him. He was but a servant. Every being in the Hidden Realm of Tranquility was a servant unto her, whether they knew it or not. The loss of his life, would cost her nothing.
But then again, listening to him cost her just as little. Let him talk. Let him babble and try to pursuade her of anything else. He was walking a thin line between servant, and death. It meant little to her at this moment.
You odviously don't know how this is played,yet....I shall leave you to your disillusions. In the meantime...if such could make for a quicker recovery of our.."illustrious leader"..I offer myself freely to you. We both know the blood of the Fae is quite a bit more potant than that of a mere mortal
Pandora arched both eyebrows, never having mastered the ability to raise only one. Her voice was controlled, but still that of authority.
Foul? At least I *have* my own blood...*growls* You will do well not to go making enemies in your weakened state...You have already enraged the Pups...now you will enrage the Fae as well?[/b][/u]
She was annoyingly unaffected by his words. No curiousity, no anger. Simply boredom.
I assure you I am far from simple..and as far as those that disagree they are merely too stupid to see the truth. My Unseelie Brothers and Sisters will stand with me,and with you,if only we can place past instances behind,and unite for the betterment of Our World...is that not what you wish?
She didn't nod her head, nor did she shake it. Instead, she simply turned eyes towards the archway.
We have been here since the dawn of time,far beyound the mortals...and you. Your leecherous race is merely spiders weaving in a empty skull. I accept only that the mortals rose to power because they took it from US! With sword,lance,blood and steel...and we LET them! YOU let them...you let them breed like cattle,but rule like Kings! *Growls,revealing his canines*
Pandora Rolled 6 using 1 6-sided die(s)
The blue glove flickered out in a speed that simply couldn't be possible for a mortal. It struck his cheek with enough force to send him over the back of the chair.
*Smirks* If it is for what I believe,then I shall go to the other[/b]...*Gestures as he stands* Lead the way.[/color]
With a silent call, Pandora beckoned the guards forward. She didn't bother to rise from her chair. She didn't bother to even glance in the Fae's direction. Instead, she spoke to the guards and the guards alone, as if he wasn't even in the room with them.
It was then, and only then that Pandora turned her eye's back to the Fae.
*Growls,but does not resist...for the now. Live now,fight later. Besides that,this supposed leader didn't seem to understand the truths he was speaking...he would have to see to other sources*
Pandora LeAmour
Location: The Tower
Time: Sunset
*Sotharin smiled as he turned from his holding cell window,walking in the direction of the Meeting Halls. He had work to do,such as it were,and he had daddled and postponed long enough. The Master was weak,and such was unfortunate,but mayhaps he could use the lessons of the resent past to his advantage. He strode through the Tower in elaborate finery{see av},given to whom he was wishing to speak...He knew both in Vampiric and Unseelie Courts appearances count for much. As he approuched the Meeting Room doors,he paused,waiting almost diplomaticly to be called inside*
She had recovered enough to get out of that horrid bed. She still couldn't seem to talk all that well, and the meals provided, oh there had been many of that I assure you, just didn't seem to be strong enough. BUt yet, here she was. Seating in the Meeting Room, in HER chair.
The High Priestess hadn't liked it. Tathar probably wouldn't like it either, but right now Pandora had a job to do, and by dammit of all that is shiny, she was going to do it.
Unfortunately, there was no time to think on it, for while she sat there entertaining those very thoughts, the sounds from the hallway beckoned her attention. She didn't speak. Instead, she simply stood there waiting. The two guards stationed outside the archway of the Meeting Hall would let whoever it was in, and seeing as there was no door there, she knew exactly who was standing there waiting her.
*In customary fashion~at least for the Unseelie Court~he walked three steps,and only three steps in,and gave an deep,Oriental style bow,not rising from such until she gestured him to,and not speaking,again,until she wished to hear. His face was solumn,but his eyes...oh,his eyes burned with a passion. It very well could be a long night*
She simply sighed and gestured with a single gloved hand. Her left, to be exact. Grand standings were customary, perhaps, and she did enjoy them to a fault, but this evening she was in no mood for either.
Under the table Pandora used her slippered foot to kick out a chair. The arm and the sliding of the chair were the only two gestures he received from her.
*Raises up,looking to you,and then the chair afore sitting down and templing his hands,not always a peaceful gesture* I am honour0ed to be afore you,Master...even in your weakened state. I have heard great things about you..but,with all due respects,I shall decide of my own if such is true. I have come to speak of the rumours of certain of our...Brothers...being allowed out during the day. Why the limitations,I wonder?[/b][/u]
Pandora settled back in her chair, her elbow on the chairs armrest, her chin in the upturned palm of her hand.
"Have you looked in a mirror lately, Sotharin? That there inlies your answer."
Her expressionless face watched him, grey eye's staring out of the pale face, still a bit too ashen to be beautiful or considered pale at all.
*Growls,odviously displeased* You presence gives all of all World courage,glory,wisdom,and honour,yet I can not agree with this ruling! Why should we allow the Mortal's yoke upon our shoulders?!? We both have a great love for Our People..*all* Our People!..This ruling does little to strenghen our position. What even happened to our days of glory,surely you remember! We are providing a weak target,should ever the Mortals dictate to wipe us out~and I assure you,like the thousand times before,they will![/b][/u]
Her voice was level, hollow. Rather bored sounding, as if she had heard and answered this arguement many times over.
"And this is exactly why you will remain in the Tower, Sothrain. A world cannot try to overturn that which they do not know exists. So long as I am Master of the City, you will obey my laws. I care not whether you agree with them or not, fae. Here, I am Master. My word is Law. And you will obey and respect that, or you will suffer the consequences. Do not forget who or what I am."
*Growls again* Your word is Law,but Our resolve is Iron...I can assure you,they know we exist. I care nuaght for dogmatic laws made by weak leaders in shadowed corners and smoky halls. They are outdated...how long must we be the mortals pawns afore we take our affairs into our own hands?!!?
Her gloved hand thumped down on the solid oak table infront of her. Her eye's had turned from simple grey to the deepest of red. Her voice, anything but friendly. Now it carried with it authority. Anger. The voice of a true Master.
"You will watch your tongue, Sotharin, or I will take it from you. If my laws do not suit you, I suggest you find another place to call home. Here, things will be done my way. That is your only warning. I will not state it twice."
*Bows* I shall obey these wreched laws...for now. But when you are staked and dragged screaming into the daylight,do not state you were not given warning![/b][/u]
Pandora flung her hand out, a warm buzz of energy, of power pushed from her into Sotharin. Nothing serious, nothing damanging. It merely feels like a thousand bugs walking over your bare skin. A tingling sensation of power.
"When I am staked, you will still be nothing Sotharin. You are a servant and you will never be anything more. You simply are not powerful enough. Now go, leave my sight, unless you have something worthy to discuss."
Oh yes, she was a bitch, but she's a bitch that rules by fear.
*Doesn't seem to mind the crackling of energy..such displays were commonplace for the Unseelie* What good is a Master with no servants.? You need me far more than I need you. But,allow me to offer a token of goodwill,if you will....
She gestured with her hand idly. She didnt' need him. He was but a servant. Every being in the Hidden Realm of Tranquility was a servant unto her, whether they knew it or not. The loss of his life, would cost her nothing.
But then again, listening to him cost her just as little. Let him talk. Let him babble and try to pursuade her of anything else. He was walking a thin line between servant, and death. It meant little to her at this moment.
You odviously don't know how this is played,yet....I shall leave you to your disillusions. In the meantime...if such could make for a quicker recovery of our.."illustrious leader"..I offer myself freely to you. We both know the blood of the Fae is quite a bit more potant than that of a mere mortal
Pandora arched both eyebrows, never having mastered the ability to raise only one. Her voice was controlled, but still that of authority.
"If I needed the blood of a Fae, if I needed your blood, Sotharin, I would not ask for it. I would simply take it. As it stands, I would rather recover slowly, then have the foul taste of an unseelie within me, no matter how potant it may be."
Foul? At least I *have* my own blood...*growls* You will do well not to go making enemies in your weakened state...You have already enraged the Pups...now you will enrage the Fae as well?[/b][/u]
She was annoyingly unaffected by his words. No curiousity, no anger. Simply boredom.
"I have not enraged the pups, Fae. And to enrage you, why you are just a simple Unseelie. You cannot even associate with the rest of the world as your fellow brothers and sisters do. You are one among many, and I can think of many whom would disagree with your beliefs."
[/b][/u][/center]I assure you I am far from simple..and as far as those that disagree they are merely too stupid to see the truth. My Unseelie Brothers and Sisters will stand with me,and with you,if only we can place past instances behind,and unite for the betterment of Our World...is that not what you wish?
She didn't nod her head, nor did she shake it. Instead, she simply turned eyes towards the archway.
"That is where you are wrong. We do not belong in the Mortals world, Sotharin. And until you accept that, we will never agree on what is best for OUR World. It is not OUR World. We are simply visitors in THEIR world."
We have been here since the dawn of time,far beyound the mortals...and you. Your leecherous race is merely spiders weaving in a empty skull. I accept only that the mortals rose to power because they took it from US! With sword,lance,blood and steel...and we LET them! YOU let them...you let them breed like cattle,but rule like Kings! *Growls,revealing his canines*
"Control your temper, Sotharin. If not for the mortals, we would have nothing at all. I would have no food, you would have no will to live. Without them, we are beasts among beasts. Nothing special. Nothing important. They are the cattle, that make us great. Thus, they live in a world where they think they rule, and we remain a secret. It is what has kept us alive and what will continue to do so."
No,dear "Master"...I take nothing from the Mortals,yet you wish them to take everything from me?!!? I do not need the Mortals,not for food or homage nor protection in the daylight hours...unlike some! The only fact that I see here is you would rather live in shadows than fight and possably die for a noble cause. You are a Coward...a Master COWARD!
[/u][/center]Pandora Rolled 6 using 1 6-sided die(s)
The blue glove flickered out in a speed that simply couldn't be possible for a mortal. It struck his cheek with enough force to send him over the back of the chair.
"That will be enough, Sotharin. You forget who you are speaking with. Back to your room, before I have you escorted to another. And rest assured, you will not enjoy that one."
*Smirks* If it is for what I believe,then I shall go to the other[/b]...*Gestures as he stands* Lead the way.[/color]
With a silent call, Pandora beckoned the guards forward. She didn't bother to rise from her chair. She didn't bother to even glance in the Fae's direction. Instead, she spoke to the guards and the guards alone, as if he wasn't even in the room with them.
"Escort Sotharin to the holding cells, would you please. He can remain there until either I or one of my chosen come to grant him the wish he seems to adament to receive."
It was then, and only then that Pandora turned her eye's back to the Fae.
"Do remember you brought this on yourself. Perhaps next time you will remember who is Master and who is servant."
[/u] [/color]*Growls,but does not resist...for the now. Live now,fight later. Besides that,this supposed leader didn't seem to understand the truths he was speaking...he would have to see to other sources*
