Seneschal Maîtres De Sang Kiss
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Post by Chidera on Jan 9, 2016 17:15:43 GMT
She'd spent her time leaving her lion and his friends to play. It was hard as the strength of them made her want to call them all to her and do wicked things but this was how she distracted her self. Picking up the thread of leaked info and breaking a few fingers along the way she found the wolves had been bearing tales to now outsiders.
That had angered her she liked the ulfric even despite the mess at the docs the day of the raid. He was a security risk with his loose lips and she couldn't abide that especially with all the other things the kiss was trying to juggle.
So in her"work room" she prepared for guests. Then she'd reach out to gates tell him what shed found and ask for the ulfric or suitable replacement for a bit of a lesson as to what happened when you didn't mind your affairs and spoke to forbidden people.
Silver knuckles with pyramid studs knives and silver coated fishing line all mixed in with her usual tools.The tie to gates opened just enough to share her fact finding and ask for the wolf. She knew he might tell her no otherwise she'd already have the ulfric at her tender attentions.
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Post by Chidera on Jan 17, 2016 6:15:00 GMT
Shed gained her leave but a bomb was dropped her mind still reeling from it, shed had someone lure the ulfric and tranq him chain him and bring him. At current the blond lanky yet muscular ulfric hung feet just off the ground in silver lined chains. Stripped of his hotel uniform bare as the day he came into the world. Shed ogled a bit and examined him thoroughly while he was out.
This wouldn't be a kill but if he pushed shed make him permanently mute so he could bare no more tales. She left him to go dress up for the occasion. He was a leader after all.. the wolf king. Flipping through the doors to her play room were now further reinforced ever since the remy incident. it would take a blast force enough to level a block to bend it even a little now. And the glass was deep sea thick. It could be locked from both sides but still the drain in the center the hooks from the ceiling but the tables bolted to the floor now.
Shed wanted to build the drama and knew he'd wake soon so shed wait till he was up to come back in.
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Post by Nobody on Jan 17, 2016 6:56:45 GMT
Renaud opened his eyes a bit groggy and he was surprised by that alone. Hanging in his birthday suit was surprising but he’d awoken in stranger positions before. He took a second to enjoy his predicament. Sighing he looked relaxed into his situation. He was at the whim of whoever held him and by the scent they were the Kiss. Gates was no joke and had gone to the extremes to insure his word was law.
Renaud thought back over what could have brought him to the attention of the Kiss. Nothing he could remember should have brought him to their attention. He’d even taken steps to insure he only dealt with them when he had no other options. He was more concerned with the fate of his brother. After believing him dead the information he’d found was almost enough to have him running to Chicago yet the sudden disappearance was questionable.
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Seneschal Maîtres De Sang Kiss
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Post by Chidera on Jan 17, 2016 7:17:22 GMT
When enough time had passed she walked back to the room and knocked on the door. Then opening it she stood there in a barely there red skater dress that flared at her waist plunged low v in the front and hit het mid thigh. This was accessorized by black mary janes white socks and a red cloak.
Smiling at her captive she walked on locking it behind" why grand mother what big...things you have"
Leaning against a table looking harmless as hell all except that smile. That was the clear mark of the true nature of the little dragon woman.
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Post by Nobody on Jan 17, 2016 20:43:53 GMT
“Well now!” He exclaimed alittle more lasciviously than he should have considering who it was that teased him. Sadly he was red-blooded and there was no hiding his thoughts so why bother.
”You look good enough to eat. but I suppose dat’s the point…” Shaking his chains he smirked. “Course it’d be bettah for us both if I could use my hands to get you where we need you to be. I can play horse but I play the big bad wolf bettah.”
One day his mouth would get him into trouble as he was already there he hoped it might get him out of some of this mess. He doubted it but was willing to give it a shot for all he was worth.
“We already know whatever it is you want to know I’ll tell ya so wanna drive past the part that comes with the bloodletting and unnecessary probing. Maybe we can even be friends of sorts in this.”
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Seneschal Maîtres De Sang Kiss
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Post by Chidera on Jan 17, 2016 21:06:54 GMT
She let all the emotion and appreciation that a woman should have for someone that charming and sexy fill her body language. Slithering against the table like he and stroked something tender and trying to keep that want on her face. It was almost to easy but shed not let her guard to far down he was still an alpha wolf.
She stared then chuckled biting her lip like shed consider his charms cloak flicked back" i'm sure you play real good and i'm probably pretty delicious but the problem is .your willingness to talk"
she looked at him" to the wrong people see a certain persona non grata was made to leave with his life very generously mind you but yet he and you insist on talking about things he has no right to or need to know since hes no longer a resident of this fair parish"
waiting for is mess up to hit him cause she knew he thought he'd done nothing wrong " i like you i do you have served us well and been a great part of this cities make up Id hoped my intel was wrong that it was someone else but sadly..you were one of the only few people who knew enough to tell him anything and we know you were friends. So what really do you think we should do in this situation?.... and dont say have sexy and let bygones be bygones cause that's not payment enough no matter how good you are with your hands sweety"
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Post by Nobody on Jan 17, 2016 21:20:15 GMT
The want was real but the thing most couldn’t tell was passion took many forms and he knew as she closed the distance hers were decidedly less pleasurably bent. She wanted blood. Yes it was cliché to think a vampire would want blood but then again it was true so cliché’s be damned. She was going to use him as a scapegoat for something else. He would be her outlet for other pains she felt.
Well if charm wouldn’t work and pleading was definitely out of the equation. He hung his head averting his gaze as he tested the edges of hi connection with the pack. It was there and he knew if he pushed he could contact them but why bother. This was his fight this was his moment to either rise or shrink away he chose rise.
Raising his head he met her gaze daring her to try him. It was on another face bravado on his having seen war, death, and more pain than he would care to relive was simply who he was beneath the mask. It was why he and Remy remained friends. It was why he would do this thing why he would be the goat. He would take all she had and then some if he had to. If he was to be killed it would have been done. This was a message to be sent.
“I guess talking is out of the question. Alright then lets get to it."
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Post by Chidera on Jan 17, 2016 21:51:13 GMT
" oh you can talk..tell me why you felt the need to tell him what was going on some where he didn't belong any more..who comes into this city is my concern no one else need be privy to that information unless it directly affects them so your pretty mouth should have remained shut"
sliding on the knuckles shed not had boxing practice in some time while he answered or didn't she striped off the cloak and limbered a bit. Then stepped into him in a blur of motion to fast for even a shifter to track she was one place and then just another and that other was in close working his ribs and belly with a set of brass knuckles with silver 2 inch spikes welded on. it not only bruised but punched holes in places and shed had a fair amount of boxing lessons could almost be welter weight if it weren't for the unfair advantage of undeadness. Punching till she hear ribs crack and splinter and his middle was swiss cheese she danced back to watch him drip.
Licking his blood off the silver and feeling the silver fizz on her tongue she had a strong immunity to it but it wasn't perfect. the bit of bite to the taste was fun tho, brief periods of touching it were fine but she couldn't wear the metal daily yet. Shed been building her tolerance, watching the wounds try to close but they would need a few days at least." your not being very much fun I thought you were gonna give me a good time?"
Pouting at him she liked when they struggled or got mad e was to zen... hmm maybe something that would make him mad picking up a short silver scalpel with wrapped handle and getting close again.standing to the side incase he kicked she grazed nails up his inner thigh like a lover." maybe if I care a heart with my name in it you'll never forget our time together"
Hands reaching towards that most delicates of delicate.
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Post by Nobody on Jan 17, 2016 22:01:32 GMT
He raised a brow smirking a sliver of his everyday mask returning for the briefest of moments. " A friend is a friend. Loyalty is to be respected not punished. Shame you ain’t had enough friends to know. Maybe once this is over we can try talking again. Just remember I know it’s a job so long as you do."
He clamped down on his connection to the pack they didn’t deserve what would come. They didn’t need to know the gory details and they wouldn’t. He thought to warn her of the spikes as he’d had one or two break off in others before. It was rare but happened with use. Instead he simply shut down he closed his links and dug deep. He knew where it was going. Remy had finally opened up and spoke on what had taken place. He knew it could get bad but he was not seeking death as his friend. He was simply seeking the end.
He focused inward shielding his beast from what was to happen to their body. He knew keeping his beast calm would be the key it would also help him take his mind away. So he ran down that long tunnel emptying out into that expansive forest inside him. He walled the tunnel behind him and called his beast to him. He and it remained just inside giving strength to each other and taking solace.
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Post by Chidera on Jan 17, 2016 23:37:22 GMT
It stung what he said but she didn't need or want friends Gates was all she needed her purpose and loyalty to him all that mattered. She started her heart but cutting it in to him then she felt it. he retreated. No! He wasn't allowed..that angered her and the anger was dangerous. The wind in the room started and she made it sharp. Swirling around him making thousands upon thousands of cuts that healed immediately to be recut. When he didn't respond she threw every shirken and scalpel off the table at him making him look like a pin cushion in the arms legs and torso.
When that still got no response she went for the non silver blade and cut a line along his lower belly letting his insides fall in mass out of him but since the wound wasn't silver it tried to heal with things hanging out. She kept having to re open him to one at a time put things back non to gently." scream dam you.. scream or Ill do worse"
ripping out the implements in batches splashing him with salt and lemon water in the cuts. He had her near frothing. Out side there was probably a freak wind and lightening.
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Post by Nobody on Jan 18, 2016 1:23:02 GMT
He raised his head meeting her gaze as she made short work of his body. He bled freely, he gritted his teeth, and held on to consciousness by some strength he didn’t even know he had. His lung was pierced it burned like a sonuvabitch and yet he held onto the pain as a buffer from the pain. He examined what hurt why it hurt and was able to use that as distance enough. He wasn’t being tough being tough for himself. He was being tough for her. He felt a bond between her and someone else. It would be easy to assume it was to Gates but it was hot and burned. He supposed it would be her beast to call. It wasn’t wolf and so he didn’t probe it.
Instead he forced himself to not roar. He instead forced what little air was left him to speak. His voice weak with pain. Blood filling what space was left his lungs.
“No screams. Not for this. No tears either those are for friends. Those are…huh, for things we mourn. I won’t mourn what was done. Huh, its just a job. Huh, It doesn’t have to be, huh. You.” His eyes rolled back as his last breathes escaped. He felt his wolf coming. Charging to save him to force a shift yet he held fast. He forced his beast to heel he needed medical aid but wouldn’t dare ask for mercy of any kind. He was cold and hot and fading in and out of consciousness. He held fast he would survive this or he wouldn’t but he would show he was a wolf never a lamb.
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Post by Chidera on Jan 18, 2016 1:49:46 GMT
She screamed then so much rage and pain and hate in one sound it bounced off the walls and the wind outside the convent started shattering glass. She hated tibs for his naivete his softness his need to be coddled and protected. This man was a leader and was doing what must be done for his people and she hated him for it. i one last show of anger the last scalpel she slashed his throat high and tight but missed the carotid by millimeters.
She shouldn't have had to hide the things she did feel the way she felt about what he didn't want to see. Tears she cried she was mourning for what shed had to do and would keep doing. He was dying she could feel it and he wouldn't let it happen but he'd have scars left from today. She opened the door to her room and called for the onstaff doctor they kept he was one of the local rats.
Chambert been a doctor before he'd been bitten by a were rat shifted at a crime scene picking up a body. He'd hid it until some one outed him for missing full moons and they tested his blood. So now with the stipend Gates provided they had a were a a doctor who could work on weres and vampires. " take him keep him alive and when he is healed come to me I will make sure he is sent home safely."
The man blinked at the damage done but scooped the ulfric into his arms and carried him leaving Chidera to sob i the blood and gore alone for a while. When she was done she turned on the water system washed the room down and left it to dry. Clothing burned in her rooms fireplace. She odly felt better lighter some how and knew what must be done.
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Master of Maîtres De Sang
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Post by Gates on Jan 18, 2016 2:40:32 GMT
“It is an unenviable position. Standing confronting the truth. Examining what could be could have been and knowing there is a portion of you that would step differently but not knowing if you would have ended in the same place.” Gates said his presence suddenly there almost as suddenly as his arms which enfolded her. He held her with a touch of his true strength knowing she could take it and also throwing aside a portion of the shielding he’d kept in place between them.
She was able to see the hours of contemplation and consideration for her heart. Along with the myriad of fronts he was waging one war or another on. He was one of Ten masters in the entirety of the United states that had not bent knee to the new King of Vampires. He was however the only who had not bent knee to the European Council in any form. She knew of New York’s pseudo emancipation but not the why of it. Now she did. Gate shad spoken with the former Masters and planted a seed deeply within them. He’d lit a fire and yet they clung to the council all the while laboring to be free of its yoke.
He shared with her the truth of his age and the monster who created him. The Unspoken conqueror who refused to die the final death and whom the Council feared. She was privy to all of those major events of his past and then those of the present. The monsters he kept at bay the alliances he carved or created. The quiet control he was wresting over the entirety of the South and Southeastern states. He was not assuming a high mantle of which to place himself on though the allure to do so was strong. No he was helping them each and all become the kings and queens of the night in their own right.
His plans aside he wanted strength within New Orleans. He needed the city to be able to stand against all comers and avenge those they couldn’t he need his city united even if they hated each other in the doing. Should an interloper attempt to prey they were to band together. That was the ideal. It was larger and grander than any of them individually. Including himself. Knowing what he was demanding knowing what would become of them once his word was proven violate he fought to maintain it. For once the word was truly aware as to what he and his line were once it would turn. There would be no need for the Council to play nicely with the King of the Americas nor him. There was no need for the King of the Americas to play nicely with him or his city. There was more than open warfare to consider.
Then there was the matter of her lion. He allowed her time and her beast. Yet he knew that it might end. He was prepared for it from the moment her beast felt possessive of her but would not fight for her. Gates shared his remembrance of the event. Including the look of jealousy that threatened to tear Tibs face in half. Then the acceptance that appeared. It had not filled Gates with any since of security in the man but for Chidera he would risk. For her he would allow. For her he all but turned a blind eye to the fear that sat in the heart of the man. Not fear of combat. Not fear of death the fear of success. He would sabotage himself every way he could if not for Chidera.
So Gates waited like a spider. He bided his time he allowed truth to dawn and now he was here. He had protected her from what he knew as long as he could in the end the final decision would come down to her.
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Post by Chidera on Jan 18, 2016 3:42:28 GMT
She felt him there and everything in her wanted to beat at his chest and scream. Instead his voice calmed her she let her self be held and the tears dried. She looked up into his eyes and like the child soothed after falling she sniffled but stared like he was the world. Seeing it all it made sense and she felt the wall that was her strength rebuilt the wind out side calmed and died as she packed the rage away. Chidera knew what was at rick now and knew his secret must be kept at all costs. The were strong but even all of them together would fall if both councils came for them.
Even the american council was gaining strength and could be formidable.She looked at him lip wet having licked it with out thinking. She saw what he'd done and how he'd been patient with her. She needed to help Tibs win but at the same time he would need to be freed. She cared for him but he would need to be allowed to make a choice if it was her he really wanted or if he needed to be free to find some one more his speed.
She got on tip toe brushing her mouth over his and back to her feet" as my parting gift to him I will aid him with our tie but when it is done ..I will set him free. I know it will tax us all but it is whats right he will always be my first but the next will be more carefully chosen if it ever happens again"
laying on his chest she was his warrior again. It was done shed gotten it out and was now composed. Forgetting she was naked and partially bloody she hummed a song from her village a children's soothing song.
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Post by Gates on Jan 26, 2016 0:18:18 GMT
Gates watched the change happen on nearly a cellular level with Chidera. He felt and that was all he would do. She was in a vulnerable state and he woiudln’t cross that boundary. What would be done would be taxing and trying. He wasn’t sure he should aid her but as closely bound as they were it was the only way to insure she emerged as unscathed as one could be with such a joining of souls. It was not an easy undertaking the forging of it and it would not be an easy undertaking smelting it down into its component parts.
Luckily they had not been joined long. He was exasperated that Terrence would not be the King of beasts they needed. He would begin interviewing from a distance several replacements. He knew even if Terrence was able to summon his inner strength the loss of Chidera would scar him and the talk they needed to have might not go well at all. The freeing of Chidera would however remove any need for Gates to accord him more than the passing respect a clan head should have amongst the Kiss.
He could honestly admit that the man had fallen out of favor.
" As you wish my dark heart. As you wish. There are things afoot that I wish your assistance with. There are a band of lions popping up like sparks in the dark. I would like to take them into our bosom I would like you to make them yours. Train them in what it means to be a lion in service to the Kiss so as to strengthen both the Kiss and the Pride."
Wrapping his arms more fully around her he embraced her fully.
“The legality of such actions is questionable as they are far too young for anything but the most cursory of educations. Do you believe this is within your scope… Allowing them a childhood and a whelping into their lionhood?”
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