Post by Pandora LeAmour on Aug 3, 2009 20:45:45 GMT -5
Pandora LeAmour
Haiji Portier
Location: The Tower
Time: four hours after sunset
Pandora stirred within the top floor of the Tower. The meetings the night before had been long and tiresome, and the Tavern had proved to be adequet in meeting her requirements, though the Master of the City didn't plan to use it as a frequent cover. Let the mortals have their Tavern. The sun had long since disappeared into the treetops, which meant those of NightWorld were already arise from their DayDeaths. Being a master vampire, Pandora was blessed with the ability to rise a little before the sun was completely absent from the sky. All Master Vampires had this ability, and thus it was nothing special even for the Master of the City. This meant, however, that the rest of the Tower would soon be coming to life with members of the same race, though in all honestly, it was never really quite. All members of the NightWorld that were at least on Pandora's payroll stayed within the Tower.
For a Queen that wasn't a Queen, Pandora was pretty content in her ways. She could rule the Realm without needing to attend dinner parties, wear fancy skirts, or be bowed to consistantly. Yes, she certainly had it good... If you exclude the fact that other NightWorld members were constantly trying to kill her simply to gain her title and all that came with it. Either way, the nigh' was fast approaching, and there was much Pandora needed to tend to before the rising sun.
The tower was simply too quiet. There was no other way to put it. It seems even the NightWorld was out and about, and though she should be releived that all was quiet, it seemed just a little too unfamiliar. After the hours she just had dismissing an unwanted visitor, when she had returned to her quarters she should have been relieved to find all was as it is. Unfortunately, it only irritated her. If she were of any other race, Pandora would have began pacing back and forth. Vampires, however, had no need nor a desire to do such things. It had been a messy business, the 'dismissing' of another of her kind. Pandora, personally, didn't enjoy the task of elimating someone of her own kind, though the Master of the City did what was best for all involved. Well, except perchance the rogue Vampire. More often then not, the servants of NightWorld would handle the tasks, however tonight they all seemed to be suddenly 'absent' from call. She really hadn't put much thought into her own protection, for it had never been an issue. Lately, however, she was realizing how insane it was to take on everything in and of herself.
Her niece, the goddess bless her, was always so busy, and Pandora rarely got to spend any time with the child. Pandora had no one to talk to ever since Raistlin left. She was, in all senses of the word, a solitary hunter. At least, until Tathar had come into the picture. Perhaps it was time the Master of the City began seeking out a human servant once more. Not an idea she relished after the loss of Mathas, but one that she must seriously consider. The NightWorld was expanding at a rapid pace, and the Tower's number's were dwindling. Something would have to be done about that. And thinking of NightWorld, reminded Pandora LeAmour that her duties were not yet complete. Crossing the circular quarters towards the middle, Pandora simply stepped over the edge and fell downward through the large opening hole. Her hair fluttered around her face, and as she fell, seemingly in slow motion to her own hightened senses, her facial expression relaxed and returned to it's former beauty.
As she landed on the floor, her knees instantly buckled to prevent anything from snapping. Yes, even the immortal's could break a bone, though it was immensly painful in healing. She perfered to bypass that step. Knees bent, and one hand, all five fingertips landed on the stony ground of the Tower. Slowly, Pandora rose up to a standing position again, and tilted her head, allowing her hair to fall to the sides of her face rather then over her eyes. She didn't bother looking around Williams small room to see if the guard was in attendance, the small roll of power over her clearly let her know that William was not at his post for some reason. Silently, she sent forth that power, shoving it into the walls of the Tower that surrounded her, seeking out her guard. The power expanded, and did not stop until it located William in the servant's quarters. An image of him releaving himself fluttered through Pandora's mind and she instantly called back the power, slamming her metal sheilds in place. That was hardly the most appropiate place to see him. Gathering her power within her once more, Pandora levelled the boost off and casually stepped from Williams room into the hallway of the Tower.
Her snout hit the floor as soon as she left the cage and began to walk. The smells overtook her, she couldn't believe the scents she could smell now. Her nose twitched and frollicked with the new definitions of items. Her paws padded silently against the tower door. Her form slowly pickin' up pace as she zoomed too and fro in the halls and passageways. Without much effort she found herself within the meeting room. She scanned the area. The table, the chairs. The floor. Sniffing she could smell her human form's blood on the floor. Snarling at the memory of that fowl beast who had marked her and left her with this curse!. IT had been a trap. It probably wasn't even the real him that had found her here in Tranquility. She snarled with the thought her head snapping up as she felt something push against her mind, but she simply raised a brow and then let it fall. Sealing her mind. She would have to try harder than that in order to find out what was happenin'.
Lifting a paw she eyed it. Takin' in it's definition and powerful front. Her lips seemed to curl into a sarcastic smile. Her nose pressed to the stone flooring once more, moving around the chairs and the table. Sniffing the blood that had long been washed away. Mathas. she recalled his scent from their encounter in the holding cells. Tathar, the smithy. She smelled him too. Many other unknowns that made her shiver. What a gift this was. Her mind echoed at the same time that it wasn't to be relished. It WAS a curse. She would be finding naught another about. She turned then eyeing the walls and the ceiling. The visuals a Lycan had were insignificant. Her ears perked then. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, she looked around for somethin' of cover. She slowly slinked over and crouched behind a heavy pot that sat next to the end of the table. She didn't bother peering over, she could smell her. Her eyes melted to a warm mass of raw emotion for a moment but then seemed to freeze like iceburgs. Her lips tightened and her jaw set. She just wanted to explore the tower in her new form. Not really knowin' how she brought it too she wanted to throw herself upon the table and break through the thick walls, but not wanting to condemn herself to an early death, she stayed put.
A vampire had the ability to move remarkably fast. Too fast, infact, for the naked eye. Coupled with their ability to move so quietly, so silently, that it went undetected by those not listening for it, and Pandora could have easily frightened every single guard, visitor, and Nightworlder residing within the Tower. However, just because she could didn't mean she perfered it. Infact, her movements, though relatively silent, were slow, painfully slow, mortally slow. The deep blue slippers on her feet offered not a single sound to announce her steps, but she swung her small frame enough so that the hedge of her gown swished about her ankles. There wasn't a single guard within the Tower that was mortal, and thus she might as well have been walking with bells in her hands, for that small noise was loud enough for the guards to take notice of her approaching or retreating form.
It wasn't power that alerted her that something had gone wrong. It wasn't a second sense, or a tingling itch that one could not reach. No no, Pandora LeAmour wasn't that special. Instead, it was a simple sense that most anyone had, the sense of smell. Of course, for a Vampire, that sense was hightened, but still nothing no other nightworlder did not possess.
The hallway of the Tower wasn't exactly long, but it was lengthly enough to carry throughout the foundation of the building. There were, of course, Nightworld guards stationed about, and outside every room that was accessable from the ground floor. Pairs of two stood outside every archway that led to and from a room, and thus the immediate awareness of two missing was lost even on her.
No, it was the scent in the air that alerted the Master of the City that something was not as it should be. The bristling coldness of Pandora's power itched around her, trinkling over her pale flesh as if a million insects danced over every inch of her, from scalp to toe. With the new scent of wolf surrounding her, the Master Vampire's power expanded until it felt as if it would brust from her skin. Guards, both Lycans and Vampires alike, within the hallway turned their heads towards her.
Even though she hardly made a sound, her arrival was not unnoticed, and by the expressions or lackthereof, on those bound to her, clearly announced that something was not right. It was then that Pandora noticed the two guards stationed outside the Meeting Room door were not where they ought to be. Her brisk stride carried her forward, each guard that she passed following behind in their duty, until she reached the archway that led into the Meeting Room.
No one spoke, no one needed to. They knew that if whatever was loose was not placed back into their cell, they would not live to see another day. Pandora LeAmour was a ruthless leader, one that ruled by fear, by power, rather then by respect.
The Master of the City, followed by six guards composed of four vampires, and two lycans, entered the Meeting Room. Pandora's face remained expressionless, as her eye's laid upon the wolf that scented strangly enough like Portier. Her voice was strong, but quiet. A voice that was simply accustomed to being obeyed. It wasn't her voice, though, that demanded respect, it was the pulsing feel of the Master of the City's power that seemed to roll around the very room she stood within.
She didn't address anyone in particular, and yet no one seemed willing to speak up. A show, in some way, just how fearsome Pandora could be to those not on her good side.
She moved out from her place. And sat herself on the floor. Her form rippled with excitement and fear all rolled into one. She knew she could smell it though and her ears tweaked. As her orbs met Pandora's they seemed deeper than they looked. Lockin' on her her eyes seemed to cloud. Pandora could see right through her. Through everything she feared. She couldn't feel anything. Should she choose to look. Quickly she glanced down. She no longer felt hungry. She felt sick. What in the hell was she doing?! Her mind boggled. Why was she in this form she was never a hunter, only protector of the hunted.
Her pulse soared. The beat of it strong against her furred breast.
Carefully she found the words she wished to say, but she couldn't mouth the words. The sound just wouldn't come. She tightened her throat. Still no sound. Her eyes seemed to widen by surprise. Her eyes pleaded, something she would never do, but didn't like not knowin what she was really doing.
She laid down in surrender. But her eyes never left Pandora. The room seemed to echo what her eyes expressed.
The buzz of power in the room recended as Pandora got herself under control. She had no need to move, for the guards at her back spanned out within the Meeting Room. The two guards that had been stationed at the archway of the Meeting Room itself were already standing behind Portier, and thus the other six fanned out until they had formed a circle around her, leaving plenty of room in the middle should Portier attack.
Pandora stepped further into the room, though she did not walk directly up to the circle of guards surrounding the wolf form. The guards refused to look behind them, instead their eye's remained solely on the threat in the middle of the circle.
There was a quiet murmur of voices from all eight guards, though none of them volunteered the information she was requesting.
One word, but that was all it took, and one of the vampire guards left his position to approach her. They spoke heatedly in french for a moment before Asher returned to his position within the circle.
Sure, it was interesting why there was a wolf here that did not belong to Tathar's pack. It was interesting why there was a wolf roaming around period, seeing as it was not the full moon, but the lack of expression on Pandora's face did not reveal these thoughts. Instead, she seemed indifferent to it.
Her lids slid closed, as if she was falling asleep, but instead she was just further retreating. She Couldn't even think, she thought for sure she was losng it, but insteat she just fell into slumber. Her mind just wanting to shut it all out.
She couldn't seem to connect herself pass this...this..Curse. How was she going to learn how to control it. What was she really going to do, she just needed time to think, and wanted Pandora to make sure of it.
Haiji Portier
Location: The Tower
Time: four hours after sunset
Pandora stirred within the top floor of the Tower. The meetings the night before had been long and tiresome, and the Tavern had proved to be adequet in meeting her requirements, though the Master of the City didn't plan to use it as a frequent cover. Let the mortals have their Tavern. The sun had long since disappeared into the treetops, which meant those of NightWorld were already arise from their DayDeaths. Being a master vampire, Pandora was blessed with the ability to rise a little before the sun was completely absent from the sky. All Master Vampires had this ability, and thus it was nothing special even for the Master of the City. This meant, however, that the rest of the Tower would soon be coming to life with members of the same race, though in all honestly, it was never really quite. All members of the NightWorld that were at least on Pandora's payroll stayed within the Tower.
For a Queen that wasn't a Queen, Pandora was pretty content in her ways. She could rule the Realm without needing to attend dinner parties, wear fancy skirts, or be bowed to consistantly. Yes, she certainly had it good... If you exclude the fact that other NightWorld members were constantly trying to kill her simply to gain her title and all that came with it. Either way, the nigh' was fast approaching, and there was much Pandora needed to tend to before the rising sun.
The tower was simply too quiet. There was no other way to put it. It seems even the NightWorld was out and about, and though she should be releived that all was quiet, it seemed just a little too unfamiliar. After the hours she just had dismissing an unwanted visitor, when she had returned to her quarters she should have been relieved to find all was as it is. Unfortunately, it only irritated her. If she were of any other race, Pandora would have began pacing back and forth. Vampires, however, had no need nor a desire to do such things. It had been a messy business, the 'dismissing' of another of her kind. Pandora, personally, didn't enjoy the task of elimating someone of her own kind, though the Master of the City did what was best for all involved. Well, except perchance the rogue Vampire. More often then not, the servants of NightWorld would handle the tasks, however tonight they all seemed to be suddenly 'absent' from call. She really hadn't put much thought into her own protection, for it had never been an issue. Lately, however, she was realizing how insane it was to take on everything in and of herself.
Her niece, the goddess bless her, was always so busy, and Pandora rarely got to spend any time with the child. Pandora had no one to talk to ever since Raistlin left. She was, in all senses of the word, a solitary hunter. At least, until Tathar had come into the picture. Perhaps it was time the Master of the City began seeking out a human servant once more. Not an idea she relished after the loss of Mathas, but one that she must seriously consider. The NightWorld was expanding at a rapid pace, and the Tower's number's were dwindling. Something would have to be done about that. And thinking of NightWorld, reminded Pandora LeAmour that her duties were not yet complete. Crossing the circular quarters towards the middle, Pandora simply stepped over the edge and fell downward through the large opening hole. Her hair fluttered around her face, and as she fell, seemingly in slow motion to her own hightened senses, her facial expression relaxed and returned to it's former beauty.
As she landed on the floor, her knees instantly buckled to prevent anything from snapping. Yes, even the immortal's could break a bone, though it was immensly painful in healing. She perfered to bypass that step. Knees bent, and one hand, all five fingertips landed on the stony ground of the Tower. Slowly, Pandora rose up to a standing position again, and tilted her head, allowing her hair to fall to the sides of her face rather then over her eyes. She didn't bother looking around Williams small room to see if the guard was in attendance, the small roll of power over her clearly let her know that William was not at his post for some reason. Silently, she sent forth that power, shoving it into the walls of the Tower that surrounded her, seeking out her guard. The power expanded, and did not stop until it located William in the servant's quarters. An image of him releaving himself fluttered through Pandora's mind and she instantly called back the power, slamming her metal sheilds in place. That was hardly the most appropiate place to see him. Gathering her power within her once more, Pandora levelled the boost off and casually stepped from Williams room into the hallway of the Tower.
Her snout hit the floor as soon as she left the cage and began to walk. The smells overtook her, she couldn't believe the scents she could smell now. Her nose twitched and frollicked with the new definitions of items. Her paws padded silently against the tower door. Her form slowly pickin' up pace as she zoomed too and fro in the halls and passageways. Without much effort she found herself within the meeting room. She scanned the area. The table, the chairs. The floor. Sniffing she could smell her human form's blood on the floor. Snarling at the memory of that fowl beast who had marked her and left her with this curse!. IT had been a trap. It probably wasn't even the real him that had found her here in Tranquility. She snarled with the thought her head snapping up as she felt something push against her mind, but she simply raised a brow and then let it fall. Sealing her mind. She would have to try harder than that in order to find out what was happenin'.
Lifting a paw she eyed it. Takin' in it's definition and powerful front. Her lips seemed to curl into a sarcastic smile. Her nose pressed to the stone flooring once more, moving around the chairs and the table. Sniffing the blood that had long been washed away. Mathas. she recalled his scent from their encounter in the holding cells. Tathar, the smithy. She smelled him too. Many other unknowns that made her shiver. What a gift this was. Her mind echoed at the same time that it wasn't to be relished. It WAS a curse. She would be finding naught another about. She turned then eyeing the walls and the ceiling. The visuals a Lycan had were insignificant. Her ears perked then. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, she looked around for somethin' of cover. She slowly slinked over and crouched behind a heavy pot that sat next to the end of the table. She didn't bother peering over, she could smell her. Her eyes melted to a warm mass of raw emotion for a moment but then seemed to freeze like iceburgs. Her lips tightened and her jaw set. She just wanted to explore the tower in her new form. Not really knowin' how she brought it too she wanted to throw herself upon the table and break through the thick walls, but not wanting to condemn herself to an early death, she stayed put.
A vampire had the ability to move remarkably fast. Too fast, infact, for the naked eye. Coupled with their ability to move so quietly, so silently, that it went undetected by those not listening for it, and Pandora could have easily frightened every single guard, visitor, and Nightworlder residing within the Tower. However, just because she could didn't mean she perfered it. Infact, her movements, though relatively silent, were slow, painfully slow, mortally slow. The deep blue slippers on her feet offered not a single sound to announce her steps, but she swung her small frame enough so that the hedge of her gown swished about her ankles. There wasn't a single guard within the Tower that was mortal, and thus she might as well have been walking with bells in her hands, for that small noise was loud enough for the guards to take notice of her approaching or retreating form.
It wasn't power that alerted her that something had gone wrong. It wasn't a second sense, or a tingling itch that one could not reach. No no, Pandora LeAmour wasn't that special. Instead, it was a simple sense that most anyone had, the sense of smell. Of course, for a Vampire, that sense was hightened, but still nothing no other nightworlder did not possess.
The hallway of the Tower wasn't exactly long, but it was lengthly enough to carry throughout the foundation of the building. There were, of course, Nightworld guards stationed about, and outside every room that was accessable from the ground floor. Pairs of two stood outside every archway that led to and from a room, and thus the immediate awareness of two missing was lost even on her.
No, it was the scent in the air that alerted the Master of the City that something was not as it should be. The bristling coldness of Pandora's power itched around her, trinkling over her pale flesh as if a million insects danced over every inch of her, from scalp to toe. With the new scent of wolf surrounding her, the Master Vampire's power expanded until it felt as if it would brust from her skin. Guards, both Lycans and Vampires alike, within the hallway turned their heads towards her.
Even though she hardly made a sound, her arrival was not unnoticed, and by the expressions or lackthereof, on those bound to her, clearly announced that something was not right. It was then that Pandora noticed the two guards stationed outside the Meeting Room door were not where they ought to be. Her brisk stride carried her forward, each guard that she passed following behind in their duty, until she reached the archway that led into the Meeting Room.
No one spoke, no one needed to. They knew that if whatever was loose was not placed back into their cell, they would not live to see another day. Pandora LeAmour was a ruthless leader, one that ruled by fear, by power, rather then by respect.
The Master of the City, followed by six guards composed of four vampires, and two lycans, entered the Meeting Room. Pandora's face remained expressionless, as her eye's laid upon the wolf that scented strangly enough like Portier. Her voice was strong, but quiet. A voice that was simply accustomed to being obeyed. It wasn't her voice, though, that demanded respect, it was the pulsing feel of the Master of the City's power that seemed to roll around the very room she stood within.
"What is the meaning of this?"
She didn't address anyone in particular, and yet no one seemed willing to speak up. A show, in some way, just how fearsome Pandora could be to those not on her good side.
She moved out from her place. And sat herself on the floor. Her form rippled with excitement and fear all rolled into one. She knew she could smell it though and her ears tweaked. As her orbs met Pandora's they seemed deeper than they looked. Lockin' on her her eyes seemed to cloud. Pandora could see right through her. Through everything she feared. She couldn't feel anything. Should she choose to look. Quickly she glanced down. She no longer felt hungry. She felt sick. What in the hell was she doing?! Her mind boggled. Why was she in this form she was never a hunter, only protector of the hunted.
Her pulse soared. The beat of it strong against her furred breast.
Carefully she found the words she wished to say, but she couldn't mouth the words. The sound just wouldn't come. She tightened her throat. Still no sound. Her eyes seemed to widen by surprise. Her eyes pleaded, something she would never do, but didn't like not knowin what she was really doing.
She laid down in surrender. But her eyes never left Pandora. The room seemed to echo what her eyes expressed.
"...Pandora...Please..."
[/b][/u][/center]The buzz of power in the room recended as Pandora got herself under control. She had no need to move, for the guards at her back spanned out within the Meeting Room. The two guards that had been stationed at the archway of the Meeting Room itself were already standing behind Portier, and thus the other six fanned out until they had formed a circle around her, leaving plenty of room in the middle should Portier attack.
Pandora stepped further into the room, though she did not walk directly up to the circle of guards surrounding the wolf form. The guards refused to look behind them, instead their eye's remained solely on the threat in the middle of the circle.
"How did she get out? Get past every one of you? Who escorted her?"
There was a quiet murmur of voices from all eight guards, though none of them volunteered the information she was requesting.
"Asher."
One word, but that was all it took, and one of the vampire guards left his position to approach her. They spoke heatedly in french for a moment before Asher returned to his position within the circle.
"I do not care which of you allowed this thing to enter my home like this. It has caused no harm, as of yet. I expect, however, every single one of you to return it to the cell it came from before the threat increases."
Sure, it was interesting why there was a wolf here that did not belong to Tathar's pack. It was interesting why there was a wolf roaming around period, seeing as it was not the full moon, but the lack of expression on Pandora's face did not reveal these thoughts. Instead, she seemed indifferent to it.
Her lids slid closed, as if she was falling asleep, but instead she was just further retreating. She Couldn't even think, she thought for sure she was losng it, but insteat she just fell into slumber. Her mind just wanting to shut it all out.
She couldn't seem to connect herself pass this...this..Curse. How was she going to learn how to control it. What was she really going to do, she just needed time to think, and wanted Pandora to make sure of it.
(Pandora LeAmour retreats for the night, time cut short due to RT)
