Post by Pandora LeAmour on Aug 8, 2009 17:43:01 GMT -5
Pandora LeAmour
Location: The Tower
Time: Sunset
The evening Pandora had been dreading had come all too quickly in her opinion. The Ulfric was still missing, and she could not get past his sheilds for the life of her. Tonight was the Moon Phase, the second that Tathar Seregon had been absent from. With his absence, the pack was growing restless. Pandora's guards had to force a few of them to arrive at the Tower for the shifting. Without a leader, the pack wasn't exactly stable.
She stood now, within the Holding Cells room, arguing with one of the females about whether or not the woman had to be locked in. It wasn't a matter of discussion, as far as Pandora was concerned, but the woman and her hadn't been exactly the best of friends. Infact, a strong dislike was presence ever since Tathar had taken to her bed. Because Tathar hadn't bedded another wolf, the title of Lupa had fallen to Pandora, at least until their Ulfric chose a woman from their pack.
There weren't a lot of happy wolves with this decision. In their opinion, someone who was not pack could not be Lupa. Pandora understood it, but with Tathar missing, it was difficult to express her own opinions on the matter.
The small room was buzzing with power. Pandora's power hardly hummed around her, though the female wolf's was rolling off her like waves. It wasn't a matter of who was more powerful, but rather that Pandora had better control. She could keep her anger from aiding her power.
Finally, two other members of the pack had managed to drag the woman into her own cell and one of the guards quickly shut and locked it into place. If the woman didn't calm down, she would be shifting a lot sooner then the rest. Not that Pandora really cared. Not for the first time, she wondered what the hell the Ulfric was thinking disappearing for so long. And for him to sheild from her, must have meant that he had grown tired of being her animal to call. She his lupa.
Unfortunately, there wasn't anything she could do about it until he returned. Something would have to be done. Changes would need to take place. Tathar was making Pandora, Master of the City, look weak. She could not even control her own animal to call, how was she to control the Night World? Oh yes, that rumor had reached her, along with many others.
She stood closer to the door then usual. This time, she did not make any efforts to gather the disguarded clothes. She did not study those within the cells. She made no attempt to communicate. She didn't feel like it, to be honest. The more time she spent with the many lycans, the more she realized just how dependant she had become to the wolves.
When each and every Lycan was sealed away within their cells, Pandora turned on her heels. She didn't bother making eye contact with anyone, not even the guards. Before they had even all shifted, Pandora barked out orders that four guards remain inside until they had all shifted into beast, and then all were to leave the room before they were freed from the holding cells and let loose in the Keep.
Her footfalls were silent, but none missed her exit. She was moody, and she didn't care to do slave work of actually attending to matters. When once she enjoyed working constantly for her position, tonight was far from that. She was growing cold and tiredsome in this life. You can only repeat the same thing's over and over again for so long before they no longer held the charm and beauty they once did.
Pandora strolled through the hallway of the Tower until she came to the Meeting Room. It was, with exception of the two guards posted just inside the archway, abandoned. She pointedly ignored both guards and wandered in to settle at her usual chair. The table was littered with parchments just waiting for her attention. William's not so stubble attempt at getting her to catch up on the work she had been putting off since she recovered from the death of her human servant.
She locked her eye's upon the stack of parchments, and then reluctantly, reached out and picked up the one on the top. Sitting there, spine straight, feet flat on the floor, shoulder's stiff, Pandora began to read. A clear image of something that is not human, she was. She didn't breath. She didn't fidget, or swallow. She didn't make herself comfortable. She was a member of the undead. She was not human. No more would she pretend to be as such when she was in her own home. There was no one here she wanted to be normal for. No, he had left her. They always leave.
Location: The Tower
Time: Sunset
The evening Pandora had been dreading had come all too quickly in her opinion. The Ulfric was still missing, and she could not get past his sheilds for the life of her. Tonight was the Moon Phase, the second that Tathar Seregon had been absent from. With his absence, the pack was growing restless. Pandora's guards had to force a few of them to arrive at the Tower for the shifting. Without a leader, the pack wasn't exactly stable.
She stood now, within the Holding Cells room, arguing with one of the females about whether or not the woman had to be locked in. It wasn't a matter of discussion, as far as Pandora was concerned, but the woman and her hadn't been exactly the best of friends. Infact, a strong dislike was presence ever since Tathar had taken to her bed. Because Tathar hadn't bedded another wolf, the title of Lupa had fallen to Pandora, at least until their Ulfric chose a woman from their pack.
There weren't a lot of happy wolves with this decision. In their opinion, someone who was not pack could not be Lupa. Pandora understood it, but with Tathar missing, it was difficult to express her own opinions on the matter.
The small room was buzzing with power. Pandora's power hardly hummed around her, though the female wolf's was rolling off her like waves. It wasn't a matter of who was more powerful, but rather that Pandora had better control. She could keep her anger from aiding her power.
Finally, two other members of the pack had managed to drag the woman into her own cell and one of the guards quickly shut and locked it into place. If the woman didn't calm down, she would be shifting a lot sooner then the rest. Not that Pandora really cared. Not for the first time, she wondered what the hell the Ulfric was thinking disappearing for so long. And for him to sheild from her, must have meant that he had grown tired of being her animal to call. She his lupa.
Unfortunately, there wasn't anything she could do about it until he returned. Something would have to be done. Changes would need to take place. Tathar was making Pandora, Master of the City, look weak. She could not even control her own animal to call, how was she to control the Night World? Oh yes, that rumor had reached her, along with many others.
She stood closer to the door then usual. This time, she did not make any efforts to gather the disguarded clothes. She did not study those within the cells. She made no attempt to communicate. She didn't feel like it, to be honest. The more time she spent with the many lycans, the more she realized just how dependant she had become to the wolves.
When each and every Lycan was sealed away within their cells, Pandora turned on her heels. She didn't bother making eye contact with anyone, not even the guards. Before they had even all shifted, Pandora barked out orders that four guards remain inside until they had all shifted into beast, and then all were to leave the room before they were freed from the holding cells and let loose in the Keep.
Her footfalls were silent, but none missed her exit. She was moody, and she didn't care to do slave work of actually attending to matters. When once she enjoyed working constantly for her position, tonight was far from that. She was growing cold and tiredsome in this life. You can only repeat the same thing's over and over again for so long before they no longer held the charm and beauty they once did.
Pandora strolled through the hallway of the Tower until she came to the Meeting Room. It was, with exception of the two guards posted just inside the archway, abandoned. She pointedly ignored both guards and wandered in to settle at her usual chair. The table was littered with parchments just waiting for her attention. William's not so stubble attempt at getting her to catch up on the work she had been putting off since she recovered from the death of her human servant.
She locked her eye's upon the stack of parchments, and then reluctantly, reached out and picked up the one on the top. Sitting there, spine straight, feet flat on the floor, shoulder's stiff, Pandora began to read. A clear image of something that is not human, she was. She didn't breath. She didn't fidget, or swallow. She didn't make herself comfortable. She was a member of the undead. She was not human. No more would she pretend to be as such when she was in her own home. There was no one here she wanted to be normal for. No, he had left her. They always leave.
