Post by :: Pandie :: on Sept 9, 2009 21:53:58 GMT -5
Pandora LeAmour
Tathar Seregon
(Mentioned in this Rp: Pandora, Tathar, Raistlin, William, Heff)
The realm of Tranquility had been rather abandoned and quiet as of late. With the construction of the Market Place in the Forgotten Forest, the residents of Tranquility had either been within the forest lending their hands in help, or had elected to travel on vacation to escape the constant hum of hammers.
Even those of Nightworld seemed to be looking to escape the buzz of the unfamiliar and rather annoying racket of construction. Pandora had had a quiet time within the Tower as of late. Only a few meetings had been requested, and mostly for nightworlders whom wished to be granted permission to enter her city, though when they discovered the noise level of the construction in the Forest, none had elected to extend their visit for more then a forthnigh'.
When the sun went down, and Pandora awoke from her slumber, the tower was all but silent. Her first thought, of course, was that Raistlin had to be confronted for his use of magic in her home. She had absolutely no proof that the old mage had cast a silence spell, but with the lack of active noise, it was her first assumption and it was certainly something Raistlin would have done.
With Bertha's aid, Pandora dawned on a simple attire of men's slacks and a deep blue blouse. She had gotten them from Tathar's possessions when she transfered them to what had once been known as the Nightworld Quarters, now the Guest Wing. He wasn't around to miss them, thus Bertha had taken them in to fit Pandora. The shirt sleeves were even taken off, and the helm shortened so that it rested just below her navel. Tathar would never get into them again.
Scooping a brush up in her hands, Pandora crossed her private quarters and took an easy drop two stories down until she was among the parchments of the library. The table was, as it usually is, stacked with parchments awaiting her, and thus Pandora ignored the walls lined with shelves, and made her way over to the lit corner where the empty table beckoned her duty.
She settled casually into the chair, one foot on the floor, the other crossed over her knee and dangling from the arm of the chair. She didn't reach for parchments at first, and instead continued to run idly the comb through her hair. Her thought's were on the coming Market Place. Tonight, she would travel to the Forgotten Forest and see how the constuction was coming along.
Finally, when her hair was free of even the smallest of knots, Pandora placed the brush aside and scooped up a single parchment in her bare hands. She settled back against the arm of the chair opposite where her leg rested, and began to read.
Tonight's agenda wasn't overly busy, but it was enough to ensure that Pandora wouldn't find herself bored. There were, of course, the parchments that needed arranging. The trip to the forest to check on the construction progress, and Pandora had a few flyers to post up in the Nightworld section of the Tavern and within the Meeting Room and Guest Quarters of the Tower for a teacher of human ways.
There were no meetings scheduled, and with the rate thing's were going within Tranquility, Pandora wasn't expecting any surprise guests or visitors. Even Raistlin was either still holed up within the guest wing, or he had already grown bored and moved off. Ever since Pandora evicted the Nightworlder's from her home, every last one of them that wasn't on her payroll, the tower had been quiet. Something Pandora actually enjoyed.
For now, she was cooped up within the Nightworld Library, parchments scattered about her. She'd made it through about a quarter of the stack, though there wasn't a single parchment that made it's way to her personal pile. These days there wasn't much that called to her.
Her foot bobbed idly as she read. The only thing Pandora had gathered from mortal ways was their ability to sit at an odd angle, seeming as if completely comfortable. Pandora herself was used to sitting straight as a board, back firmly against the back of the chair and both feet on the floor infront of her. After all, vampires had little need for comforts. Anything was pretty much comfortable given their state.
Perhaps it was just mental awareness, but ever since Pandora observed the patrons in the Tavern, and attempted to sit so casually as they did, she found it comforting. Perhaps not physically, but it sparked a small match within her.
Her eye's busily scanned the words infront of her, dancing across the page with such ease. Line after line she read, understood, and stored away for future reference as quickly as mortals did when simply scanning the text. Page after page she read, sorted and moved onto the next, the silence broken only by the bare whisper of shuffling parchments.
For the first time in what had felt like forever he let his mental shields drop down, just enough to let his presence be known, but at the same time they were there enough to slam them back in place if someone tried to pry too far for his liking. His heavy footfalls crunched through leaves and twigs and underbrush as he moved through the trees of the forest, parallel to the path itself...He was confident enough to know that he could very well take care of himself should something happen, and lately he expected something to happen often. He seemed tense...guarded...and very well he should be given the time of his absence. He had hated to leave, but he had something that had to be done, and now that it was finished he had returned. Though, he hardly expected a warm welcome. He deserved none, to be honest. He had left with nary a farewell to any of his friends or aquaintances, and most of all Pandora....Yes...The Vampire...Likely she would be able to smell...perhaps even taste the blood that he had spilled since he had gone...Not of mortals...not even of other lycans...No...It was of her own kind. A single, but reclusive coven...Animalistic to the point they could hardly call themselves vampires...He had gotten word of their whereabouts, and to keep a promise to a friend who had likely turned near to dust by now, he had set out to end their existence...And so he had...And what a gruesome task it had been...He bore new scars, of course, themost severe of which having been partly pandora's own fault. In the midst of battle she had tried to seek him out yet again, and in the moment he took to set his shields in place he let his guard down. A wicked silver blade left him scarred now from the right side of his chin down to his chest, jagged and pink...But he would not blame her...No, he had no reason to, after all. As he neared the center of the forest, the sounds of construction began to fill his ears...odd, really.
The the middle of her reading, Pandora sensed an old sensation that had long been absent. Curiously, she reached outward in search of her animal to call. Instantly the warmth of the Lycan hit her, his power, his scent, his very unnatural warmth. The parchment lowered to her lap, abandoned, as she continued to probe. She could sense Tathar as if he had been standing directly infront of her, within the forest. The long lost toy had returned home.
Then before he could push her out again, Pandora withdrew her call. She stared directly ahead for a moment, not mortal enough to blink, and then picked up the parchment and began reading once more, as if his return meant very little to her.
Her left hand came up to run through her hair, absentmindedly ensuring it looked alright. Her eyes picked up where she had left off and Pandora continued her chore. The silence of the library echoed around her, almost as if it had grown smaller.
She knew about the convent that had been executed, of course. All Master of the City's had been informed by the Council incase it was not a one time occurance. She hadn't, however, the faintest idea it was Tathar or why it had been done, only that some of her own kind had been terminated. Had Pandora not been trying to block out Tathar by slamming her own sheilds into place, she probably would have caught the scent he carried on him as her own even from the distance they were at.
Something else had happened during his absence...He had matured, in a sense...Not his human side...No, that had reached maturity both physically as well as mentally long, long ago...No, it was his beast...That darker half of him that had relished and very nearly bathed itself in the gore and blood it had spilled not very long ago at all...As such, he felt more confident...He felt...Proud...And he felt as if he could command with his very presence. He had matured into an Alpha, something that he had never expected to be, and he knew it for only two reasons...He could block Pandora from his mind, and the sparsely located lycans he had met along the way, loners with no pack as he was, seemed to back down from him almost on instinct. It was a wonderful feeling, to have power like this, but he also knew better than to try and exploit it. There was a time and place for everything...He had learned that some time ago. All of a sudden his musings were cut short...He felt himself being probed, albeit lightly, and then it just went away, withdrawing like a clam into its shell, leaving no hint behind. Odd indeed that she would act as such, but yet again hemost likely deserved it. By now the forest seemed to have flown by, and he was now bearing witness to the construction of what seemed to be a rather oddly built section of the lands. He could scent and see elves, and there were dwarves, too...They were seperated, of course, as was to be expected, but the meshing of their respective works went together rather well. Just how much had hem,issed while he was gone?
Finishing what she would for the time being, Pandora shoved herself to her feet once more. She was not paying enough attention to that which she was reading and thus obviously was in need of a break. Her slippered feet carried around the table silently, and followed her as she manouvered through the rows of shelves until she came upon the drop.
Rather casually, Pandora simply stepped from ground to thin air, her hair bellowing out around her as she fell. Her landing was silent, for even trousers made no sound like that a skirt would. William's room was empty. Abandoned as the old man was recovering from... Well... Old age, if you want to get technical. The temporary guard was not at his post, and Pandora found herself shaking her head, not the least bit surprised.
She crossed Williams room, taking care to grab her long gloves and deep green cloak on her way. When she stepped out of the small room and into the hallway, the guards positioned further down the hallway gave her a brisk nod. Two only, for even the watch had been cut back since the leave of the nightworlder's quarters.
Pandora returned their silent greeting with a nod of her own head, whilst her now gloved hands slipped the cloak over her shoulders and fastened the broach that held it in place. Her hood was drawn over her head and tugged as low as it could go without blocking her line of sight. The tower was unlocked, which was forbidden.
Pandora gave an easy tug on the heavy solid door, and stepped back as it opened with her urging. The guard on duty was standing there, leaning up against the wall, one foot propped up behind him, a pipe in his hands. At the sight of Pandora he lamely attempted to hide it down at his side, and straightened his posture.
Pandora said nothing, simply standing there watching him until he bristled, tossed the pipe into the grass and hurriedly returned inside. Shaking her head once more, Pandora gestured for only one of the two guards inside to accompany her, and waited patiently as Heff, a lycan, hurried towards her.
The two of them then began walking towards the treeline, and into the Forgotten Forest, on their way towards the construction of the Market place.
The myriad of scents that met his nose was almost overwhelming. Paints, fresh rope, dust, and freshly cut lumber, mingling with sweat and trace amounts of blood from the odd nick or cut or scrape...It was almost ecstacy for him, but he did not wish to linger, so his feet moved onward evermore. The dark green and heavy cloak that he wore hid his features rather well, even given the near tattered state that it was currently in. The bottom was frayed and coated with dust, dirt, and grime from the lengthy travels he had taken it on, and there were varying slits and rips where it had either gotten snagged on some branch or thorn or had been sliced with a weapon...or claw...Either way it was in a state of disarray, but it would serve it's purpose well enough to get him into the tower. He was road weary, after all, and wished for nothing more than to seat himself in a comfortable chair and perhaps even enjoy a nice bit of sleep without having to keep himself half awake in case of an ambush...Oh how that would be wonderful...The Tower was soon in view,looming dark on the sky as he neared the end of the construction area, a familiar scent finding him amongst the flood of others wafting through the air, and he stopped, merely standing there waiting. Judging from the direction the scent was coming from she would end up almost directly in front of him...And it seemed that she was again using escorts...For what reason he didn't know, but it was unimportant...Unless she was angry with him and ordered them to attack him. That might pose a bit of a problem.
Sure enough, Pandora was chatting idly with the lycan that accompanied her out this evening when she came into the path of Tathar. She could sense him, which without it, she probably would have run smack into the fool standing there in her way. The conversation ceased immediately, and Pandora tilted her head upward slightly so that she could peer at Tathar from beneath the folds of her hood.
Her face an expressionless mask, her eye's just as empty. He wasn't the only one who had matured while he was away. Pandora herself had learnt a trick or two.
She placed a gloved hand gently on her escort's arm, as if to say Tathar posed no threat, though even as she did so, she wasn't certain it was correct. She could smell multiple of her own kind on him, and her first thought was that he had been the one killing off the vampires. Instantly disguarding that as something she believed Tathar simply wouldn't do, her next thought was that he had enjoyed his small bite from Pandora so greatly he had sought out others to do it for him as well.
She could tell he wasn't marked, he wasn't owned, but she knew he had been around a great deal of her kind in his travels. What did she feel about this? Well, no one knew but her, for Pandora wasn't showing any of it.
Instead, she plastered her 'outsiders' smile on her face, her voice soft but kind. Exaggeratingly kind.
Well now, he was unsure of how to act as she approached. Should he be excited? Happy? Or should he be angry about all the times she had tried to locate him...to peer into what he had been doing like he was a dog who had merely wandered away from his master's table, only to be scolded? Thankfully this was a decision made for him by her own mannerism...Oddly, she was acting rather kindly, considering that he had simply vanished without a trace, and for such a time, too, after they had only just begun to really open up to eachother...And with her still recovering from her ordeal with losing Mathas. The fact that she had another lycan at her arm did not bother him...Even if the man weremore than a simple escort...He was sure that he could intimidate him enough to get him to back down if it came to it...In any case he turned his attention exclusively to her, lowering his head slightly in a nod of respect as he greeted her, mind wandering as he wondered how, exactly, this was going to play out...Likely she had scented her kind on him...But if she knew what he had done she did not show it...She was very skilled at hiding such realisations, after all...But he returned her tone of voice in a like minded manner, kindly, though anything but soft.
Pandora's hooded head shook a couple of times, as she held up a gloved hand, palm outward towards Tathar.
An outright lie, of course, but one she had no intention of correcting. It had been quite an inconvenienve in his absence. Without a human servant to increase her powerbase, Pandora was pretty weak for a Master without her animal to call at her side. Not that he knew that. He didn't know much about the workins of the vampire, at least he hadn't before he disappeared.
The clearing of a voice from behind her brought Pandora's attention back to the Lycan standing behind her and Pandora stepped aside, gesturing with her hand.
While Tathar was gone, Pandora had been acting as Lupa for the local wolf pack. Not all accepted it, and quite a few have vowed revenge, but without Tathar here to declair exactly what she was, it was brought to attention that she had been the last known female to have any sort of a relationship with their Alpha and thus the tile fell upon her.
Now that Tathar had returned, he could rule his pack himself. Her voice cut through the pace of silence that passed whilst her thoughts ran wild. The beat of silence was broken by her voice as she spoke once more.
Hmph...He very nearly huffed aloud in distaste for her chosen words...But he was used to it at this point, even though he had been away. To be honest, he had rather missed it. She was very good at hiding her feelings, should she even admit to having them in the first place...She hadcome close to doing so with him several times, but it always seemed to be difficult...But that was fine...They had nothing but time, to be truthful. The clearing of a throat brought his attention from her form to the lycan...Heff, he was called by her. He looked the man up and down appraisingly. His size was admirable...Good for a guard...That meant intimidation, and that was a very useful trait to have at one's disposal...But he was new here, according to her...Hopefully he would be happy with his current station. At themoment he was feeling in no mood to have someone challenge him for position as Ulfric...He was tired, after all. He caught the snide remark about "when he was in attendance" and nearly grinned, but decided against it. It might not be such a good idea just yet. He was unused to leading, and while he knew the basic mechanics of it through instinct alone, he still thought it better if his packmates thought him to be a snarling and serious beast than a friendly one. Loyalty tended to stay stronger that way, as Pandora herself demonstrated in much more subtle ways. As she made mention of heading to the Tower or staying here for amoment he chose to stay. He had been away for a while, a bit longer would not hurt...However, that climb to their chambers would be an aggravation in itself.
She read his mind clearly as if it were a parchment infront of her, which is why her expressionless demeanor shifted to an outright smirk. Our chambers indeed. My my my, he was in for a treat. She didnt' speak on it, however, and instead slipped her arm through Heff's, giving it a gentle tug.
Heff, however, did not move. Instead he shifted his gaze from Tathar to Pandora and back again. Pandora, catching the predictment that Heff was in thanks to the first mark placed upon him, gave a gentle nod of her head in understanding. Technically, Tathar was Alpha and thus it was disrespectful for him to leave without his Alpha's permission.
Slipping her arm from Heff's, Pandora placed them stiffly at her sides and began walking further into the Forgotten Forest, her mind already seeking out Tantas. She felt him, off to the left, and detoured her route to take her in the proper direction.
When Pandora approached, Tantas stopped what he was doing and smiled excitedly towards the Master of the City. When she was within touching distance of the elf, he dropped to his knee and placed a lingering kiss to the back of Pandora's hand. Pandora gave him a pleasant smile and gestured for him to stand up. Then the two of them bowed their heads together and began talking in a hushed voice.
A vein in his forhead throbbed as he saw her slip her arm into Heff's, and after such a rude smirk, at that...Why, if he were immune from punishment he would have attacked the lycan then and there...But at the very least, as Pandora made to move off toward her aforementioned destination and meeting, he had respect enough to wait for permission from his superior, and as the vampire moved off without him he simply stood there, glaring at the man from under his dark hood for a moment or two before tilting his head in her direction, dismissing him to his duties before turning to watch. He would very well zero in on the hushed words of conversation if he wanted to, even through the constant din of sawing and hammering and shouted orders...But he wasn't going to eavesdrop...Now, should he innocently happen to catch their words floating on the air, that was a different story.
At first the conversation was based around the ardeur and how Tantas had wanted to offer his services to her again should she choose it. Pandora's chuckle drifted quietly around the two of them, before the conversation turned towards more business related topics, the offer never being accepted nor rejected.
They spoke a few minutes about the progress since the last time Pandora came out to check on things. About the shops that had been completed and the three that still remained under construction. They spoke of the bridges that were finally finishing, and the certainty of safety from them. Then Pandora excused herself and stood on tip toes to brush a kiss to Tantas' cheek and turned back to Heff and Tathar.
She strolled slowly and casually towards where she had left them, and did not pause as she passed, her voice drift over her shoulder to the two lycans.
He smirked, this time quite visibly, leaning his head back enough so that his lips were visible from the shadows cast by the hood. She was so very smug...But, yet again, he probably deserved it...However,he was beginning to wonder if he should have perhaps left a note...Without detailing what he was going to do, of course. She would likely frown upon it when she found out, and likely would not have let him leave. But either way, he was still wondering if that would have made it a little bit easier to come back...He was unsure of how much had changed since he had left, after all, but apparently the kingdom was getting a large and brand new marketplace...Perhaps he would be able to sell more of his stock this way...In any case, as she strode past them, he turned and followed suit, allowing his face to drop so that his hood covered his features in darkness oncemore.
Tathar Seregon
(Mentioned in this Rp: Pandora, Tathar, Raistlin, William, Heff)
The realm of Tranquility had been rather abandoned and quiet as of late. With the construction of the Market Place in the Forgotten Forest, the residents of Tranquility had either been within the forest lending their hands in help, or had elected to travel on vacation to escape the constant hum of hammers.
Even those of Nightworld seemed to be looking to escape the buzz of the unfamiliar and rather annoying racket of construction. Pandora had had a quiet time within the Tower as of late. Only a few meetings had been requested, and mostly for nightworlders whom wished to be granted permission to enter her city, though when they discovered the noise level of the construction in the Forest, none had elected to extend their visit for more then a forthnigh'.
When the sun went down, and Pandora awoke from her slumber, the tower was all but silent. Her first thought, of course, was that Raistlin had to be confronted for his use of magic in her home. She had absolutely no proof that the old mage had cast a silence spell, but with the lack of active noise, it was her first assumption and it was certainly something Raistlin would have done.
With Bertha's aid, Pandora dawned on a simple attire of men's slacks and a deep blue blouse. She had gotten them from Tathar's possessions when she transfered them to what had once been known as the Nightworld Quarters, now the Guest Wing. He wasn't around to miss them, thus Bertha had taken them in to fit Pandora. The shirt sleeves were even taken off, and the helm shortened so that it rested just below her navel. Tathar would never get into them again.
Scooping a brush up in her hands, Pandora crossed her private quarters and took an easy drop two stories down until she was among the parchments of the library. The table was, as it usually is, stacked with parchments awaiting her, and thus Pandora ignored the walls lined with shelves, and made her way over to the lit corner where the empty table beckoned her duty.
She settled casually into the chair, one foot on the floor, the other crossed over her knee and dangling from the arm of the chair. She didn't reach for parchments at first, and instead continued to run idly the comb through her hair. Her thought's were on the coming Market Place. Tonight, she would travel to the Forgotten Forest and see how the constuction was coming along.
Finally, when her hair was free of even the smallest of knots, Pandora placed the brush aside and scooped up a single parchment in her bare hands. She settled back against the arm of the chair opposite where her leg rested, and began to read.
Tonight's agenda wasn't overly busy, but it was enough to ensure that Pandora wouldn't find herself bored. There were, of course, the parchments that needed arranging. The trip to the forest to check on the construction progress, and Pandora had a few flyers to post up in the Nightworld section of the Tavern and within the Meeting Room and Guest Quarters of the Tower for a teacher of human ways.
There were no meetings scheduled, and with the rate thing's were going within Tranquility, Pandora wasn't expecting any surprise guests or visitors. Even Raistlin was either still holed up within the guest wing, or he had already grown bored and moved off. Ever since Pandora evicted the Nightworlder's from her home, every last one of them that wasn't on her payroll, the tower had been quiet. Something Pandora actually enjoyed.
For now, she was cooped up within the Nightworld Library, parchments scattered about her. She'd made it through about a quarter of the stack, though there wasn't a single parchment that made it's way to her personal pile. These days there wasn't much that called to her.
Her foot bobbed idly as she read. The only thing Pandora had gathered from mortal ways was their ability to sit at an odd angle, seeming as if completely comfortable. Pandora herself was used to sitting straight as a board, back firmly against the back of the chair and both feet on the floor infront of her. After all, vampires had little need for comforts. Anything was pretty much comfortable given their state.
Perhaps it was just mental awareness, but ever since Pandora observed the patrons in the Tavern, and attempted to sit so casually as they did, she found it comforting. Perhaps not physically, but it sparked a small match within her.
Her eye's busily scanned the words infront of her, dancing across the page with such ease. Line after line she read, understood, and stored away for future reference as quickly as mortals did when simply scanning the text. Page after page she read, sorted and moved onto the next, the silence broken only by the bare whisper of shuffling parchments.
For the first time in what had felt like forever he let his mental shields drop down, just enough to let his presence be known, but at the same time they were there enough to slam them back in place if someone tried to pry too far for his liking. His heavy footfalls crunched through leaves and twigs and underbrush as he moved through the trees of the forest, parallel to the path itself...He was confident enough to know that he could very well take care of himself should something happen, and lately he expected something to happen often. He seemed tense...guarded...and very well he should be given the time of his absence. He had hated to leave, but he had something that had to be done, and now that it was finished he had returned. Though, he hardly expected a warm welcome. He deserved none, to be honest. He had left with nary a farewell to any of his friends or aquaintances, and most of all Pandora....Yes...The Vampire...Likely she would be able to smell...perhaps even taste the blood that he had spilled since he had gone...Not of mortals...not even of other lycans...No...It was of her own kind. A single, but reclusive coven...Animalistic to the point they could hardly call themselves vampires...He had gotten word of their whereabouts, and to keep a promise to a friend who had likely turned near to dust by now, he had set out to end their existence...And so he had...And what a gruesome task it had been...He bore new scars, of course, themost severe of which having been partly pandora's own fault. In the midst of battle she had tried to seek him out yet again, and in the moment he took to set his shields in place he let his guard down. A wicked silver blade left him scarred now from the right side of his chin down to his chest, jagged and pink...But he would not blame her...No, he had no reason to, after all. As he neared the center of the forest, the sounds of construction began to fill his ears...odd, really.
The the middle of her reading, Pandora sensed an old sensation that had long been absent. Curiously, she reached outward in search of her animal to call. Instantly the warmth of the Lycan hit her, his power, his scent, his very unnatural warmth. The parchment lowered to her lap, abandoned, as she continued to probe. She could sense Tathar as if he had been standing directly infront of her, within the forest. The long lost toy had returned home.
Then before he could push her out again, Pandora withdrew her call. She stared directly ahead for a moment, not mortal enough to blink, and then picked up the parchment and began reading once more, as if his return meant very little to her.
Her left hand came up to run through her hair, absentmindedly ensuring it looked alright. Her eyes picked up where she had left off and Pandora continued her chore. The silence of the library echoed around her, almost as if it had grown smaller.
She knew about the convent that had been executed, of course. All Master of the City's had been informed by the Council incase it was not a one time occurance. She hadn't, however, the faintest idea it was Tathar or why it had been done, only that some of her own kind had been terminated. Had Pandora not been trying to block out Tathar by slamming her own sheilds into place, she probably would have caught the scent he carried on him as her own even from the distance they were at.
Something else had happened during his absence...He had matured, in a sense...Not his human side...No, that had reached maturity both physically as well as mentally long, long ago...No, it was his beast...That darker half of him that had relished and very nearly bathed itself in the gore and blood it had spilled not very long ago at all...As such, he felt more confident...He felt...Proud...And he felt as if he could command with his very presence. He had matured into an Alpha, something that he had never expected to be, and he knew it for only two reasons...He could block Pandora from his mind, and the sparsely located lycans he had met along the way, loners with no pack as he was, seemed to back down from him almost on instinct. It was a wonderful feeling, to have power like this, but he also knew better than to try and exploit it. There was a time and place for everything...He had learned that some time ago. All of a sudden his musings were cut short...He felt himself being probed, albeit lightly, and then it just went away, withdrawing like a clam into its shell, leaving no hint behind. Odd indeed that she would act as such, but yet again hemost likely deserved it. By now the forest seemed to have flown by, and he was now bearing witness to the construction of what seemed to be a rather oddly built section of the lands. He could scent and see elves, and there were dwarves, too...They were seperated, of course, as was to be expected, but the meshing of their respective works went together rather well. Just how much had hem,issed while he was gone?
Finishing what she would for the time being, Pandora shoved herself to her feet once more. She was not paying enough attention to that which she was reading and thus obviously was in need of a break. Her slippered feet carried around the table silently, and followed her as she manouvered through the rows of shelves until she came upon the drop.
Rather casually, Pandora simply stepped from ground to thin air, her hair bellowing out around her as she fell. Her landing was silent, for even trousers made no sound like that a skirt would. William's room was empty. Abandoned as the old man was recovering from... Well... Old age, if you want to get technical. The temporary guard was not at his post, and Pandora found herself shaking her head, not the least bit surprised.
She crossed Williams room, taking care to grab her long gloves and deep green cloak on her way. When she stepped out of the small room and into the hallway, the guards positioned further down the hallway gave her a brisk nod. Two only, for even the watch had been cut back since the leave of the nightworlder's quarters.
Pandora returned their silent greeting with a nod of her own head, whilst her now gloved hands slipped the cloak over her shoulders and fastened the broach that held it in place. Her hood was drawn over her head and tugged as low as it could go without blocking her line of sight. The tower was unlocked, which was forbidden.
Pandora gave an easy tug on the heavy solid door, and stepped back as it opened with her urging. The guard on duty was standing there, leaning up against the wall, one foot propped up behind him, a pipe in his hands. At the sight of Pandora he lamely attempted to hide it down at his side, and straightened his posture.
Pandora said nothing, simply standing there watching him until he bristled, tossed the pipe into the grass and hurriedly returned inside. Shaking her head once more, Pandora gestured for only one of the two guards inside to accompany her, and waited patiently as Heff, a lycan, hurried towards her.
The two of them then began walking towards the treeline, and into the Forgotten Forest, on their way towards the construction of the Market place.
The myriad of scents that met his nose was almost overwhelming. Paints, fresh rope, dust, and freshly cut lumber, mingling with sweat and trace amounts of blood from the odd nick or cut or scrape...It was almost ecstacy for him, but he did not wish to linger, so his feet moved onward evermore. The dark green and heavy cloak that he wore hid his features rather well, even given the near tattered state that it was currently in. The bottom was frayed and coated with dust, dirt, and grime from the lengthy travels he had taken it on, and there were varying slits and rips where it had either gotten snagged on some branch or thorn or had been sliced with a weapon...or claw...Either way it was in a state of disarray, but it would serve it's purpose well enough to get him into the tower. He was road weary, after all, and wished for nothing more than to seat himself in a comfortable chair and perhaps even enjoy a nice bit of sleep without having to keep himself half awake in case of an ambush...Oh how that would be wonderful...The Tower was soon in view,looming dark on the sky as he neared the end of the construction area, a familiar scent finding him amongst the flood of others wafting through the air, and he stopped, merely standing there waiting. Judging from the direction the scent was coming from she would end up almost directly in front of him...And it seemed that she was again using escorts...For what reason he didn't know, but it was unimportant...Unless she was angry with him and ordered them to attack him. That might pose a bit of a problem.
Sure enough, Pandora was chatting idly with the lycan that accompanied her out this evening when she came into the path of Tathar. She could sense him, which without it, she probably would have run smack into the fool standing there in her way. The conversation ceased immediately, and Pandora tilted her head upward slightly so that she could peer at Tathar from beneath the folds of her hood.
Her face an expressionless mask, her eye's just as empty. He wasn't the only one who had matured while he was away. Pandora herself had learnt a trick or two.
She placed a gloved hand gently on her escort's arm, as if to say Tathar posed no threat, though even as she did so, she wasn't certain it was correct. She could smell multiple of her own kind on him, and her first thought was that he had been the one killing off the vampires. Instantly disguarding that as something she believed Tathar simply wouldn't do, her next thought was that he had enjoyed his small bite from Pandora so greatly he had sought out others to do it for him as well.
She could tell he wasn't marked, he wasn't owned, but she knew he had been around a great deal of her kind in his travels. What did she feel about this? Well, no one knew but her, for Pandora wasn't showing any of it.
Instead, she plastered her 'outsiders' smile on her face, her voice soft but kind. Exaggeratingly kind.
"So we meet again, Sir Seregon."
[/b][/u][/center]Well now, he was unsure of how to act as she approached. Should he be excited? Happy? Or should he be angry about all the times she had tried to locate him...to peer into what he had been doing like he was a dog who had merely wandered away from his master's table, only to be scolded? Thankfully this was a decision made for him by her own mannerism...Oddly, she was acting rather kindly, considering that he had simply vanished without a trace, and for such a time, too, after they had only just begun to really open up to eachother...And with her still recovering from her ordeal with losing Mathas. The fact that she had another lycan at her arm did not bother him...Even if the man weremore than a simple escort...He was sure that he could intimidate him enough to get him to back down if it came to it...In any case he turned his attention exclusively to her, lowering his head slightly in a nod of respect as he greeted her, mind wandering as he wondered how, exactly, this was going to play out...Likely she had scented her kind on him...But if she knew what he had done she did not show it...She was very skilled at hiding such realisations, after all...But he returned her tone of voice in a like minded manner, kindly, though anything but soft.
"Indeed we do, Pandora. I hope my absence has not inconvenienced you?"
[/b][/u][/center]Pandora's hooded head shook a couple of times, as she held up a gloved hand, palm outward towards Tathar.
"Think nothing of it, Sire. It bothered me little."
An outright lie, of course, but one she had no intention of correcting. It had been quite an inconvenienve in his absence. Without a human servant to increase her powerbase, Pandora was pretty weak for a Master without her animal to call at her side. Not that he knew that. He didn't know much about the workins of the vampire, at least he hadn't before he disappeared.
The clearing of a voice from behind her brought Pandora's attention back to the Lycan standing behind her and Pandora stepped aside, gesturing with her hand.
"Heff, Tathar Seregon. He is the alpha of your pack when he's in attendance. Seregon, the newest member hailed from out South."
While Tathar was gone, Pandora had been acting as Lupa for the local wolf pack. Not all accepted it, and quite a few have vowed revenge, but without Tathar here to declair exactly what she was, it was brought to attention that she had been the last known female to have any sort of a relationship with their Alpha and thus the tile fell upon her.
Now that Tathar had returned, he could rule his pack himself. Her voice cut through the pace of silence that passed whilst her thoughts ran wild. The beat of silence was broken by her voice as she spoke once more.
"You can attempt to gain entry to the tower, though William is no longer at the door, and much has changed since your leave, or you can choose to wait until I speak with Tantas about the progress on the construcion in which you can hear from here."
[/b][/u][/center]Hmph...He very nearly huffed aloud in distaste for her chosen words...But he was used to it at this point, even though he had been away. To be honest, he had rather missed it. She was very good at hiding her feelings, should she even admit to having them in the first place...She hadcome close to doing so with him several times, but it always seemed to be difficult...But that was fine...They had nothing but time, to be truthful. The clearing of a throat brought his attention from her form to the lycan...Heff, he was called by her. He looked the man up and down appraisingly. His size was admirable...Good for a guard...That meant intimidation, and that was a very useful trait to have at one's disposal...But he was new here, according to her...Hopefully he would be happy with his current station. At themoment he was feeling in no mood to have someone challenge him for position as Ulfric...He was tired, after all. He caught the snide remark about "when he was in attendance" and nearly grinned, but decided against it. It might not be such a good idea just yet. He was unused to leading, and while he knew the basic mechanics of it through instinct alone, he still thought it better if his packmates thought him to be a snarling and serious beast than a friendly one. Loyalty tended to stay stronger that way, as Pandora herself demonstrated in much more subtle ways. As she made mention of heading to the Tower or staying here for amoment he chose to stay. He had been away for a while, a bit longer would not hurt...However, that climb to their chambers would be an aggravation in itself.
"If it is fine with you I will wait until you are finished here."
[/b][/u][/center]She read his mind clearly as if it were a parchment infront of her, which is why her expressionless demeanor shifted to an outright smirk. Our chambers indeed. My my my, he was in for a treat. She didnt' speak on it, however, and instead slipped her arm through Heff's, giving it a gentle tug.
"Very well Sire Seregon."
Heff, however, did not move. Instead he shifted his gaze from Tathar to Pandora and back again. Pandora, catching the predictment that Heff was in thanks to the first mark placed upon him, gave a gentle nod of her head in understanding. Technically, Tathar was Alpha and thus it was disrespectful for him to leave without his Alpha's permission.
Slipping her arm from Heff's, Pandora placed them stiffly at her sides and began walking further into the Forgotten Forest, her mind already seeking out Tantas. She felt him, off to the left, and detoured her route to take her in the proper direction.
When Pandora approached, Tantas stopped what he was doing and smiled excitedly towards the Master of the City. When she was within touching distance of the elf, he dropped to his knee and placed a lingering kiss to the back of Pandora's hand. Pandora gave him a pleasant smile and gestured for him to stand up. Then the two of them bowed their heads together and began talking in a hushed voice.
A vein in his forhead throbbed as he saw her slip her arm into Heff's, and after such a rude smirk, at that...Why, if he were immune from punishment he would have attacked the lycan then and there...But at the very least, as Pandora made to move off toward her aforementioned destination and meeting, he had respect enough to wait for permission from his superior, and as the vampire moved off without him he simply stood there, glaring at the man from under his dark hood for a moment or two before tilting his head in her direction, dismissing him to his duties before turning to watch. He would very well zero in on the hushed words of conversation if he wanted to, even through the constant din of sawing and hammering and shouted orders...But he wasn't going to eavesdrop...Now, should he innocently happen to catch their words floating on the air, that was a different story.
At first the conversation was based around the ardeur and how Tantas had wanted to offer his services to her again should she choose it. Pandora's chuckle drifted quietly around the two of them, before the conversation turned towards more business related topics, the offer never being accepted nor rejected.
They spoke a few minutes about the progress since the last time Pandora came out to check on things. About the shops that had been completed and the three that still remained under construction. They spoke of the bridges that were finally finishing, and the certainty of safety from them. Then Pandora excused herself and stood on tip toes to brush a kiss to Tantas' cheek and turned back to Heff and Tathar.
She strolled slowly and casually towards where she had left them, and did not pause as she passed, her voice drift over her shoulder to the two lycans.
"Shall we."
[/b][/u][/center]He smirked, this time quite visibly, leaning his head back enough so that his lips were visible from the shadows cast by the hood. She was so very smug...But, yet again, he probably deserved it...However,he was beginning to wonder if he should have perhaps left a note...Without detailing what he was going to do, of course. She would likely frown upon it when she found out, and likely would not have let him leave. But either way, he was still wondering if that would have made it a little bit easier to come back...He was unsure of how much had changed since he had left, after all, but apparently the kingdom was getting a large and brand new marketplace...Perhaps he would be able to sell more of his stock this way...In any case, as she strode past them, he turned and followed suit, allowing his face to drop so that his hood covered his features in darkness oncemore.
(Rp Ended for the Night)
