Master of Maîtres De Sang
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Post by Gates on Sept 9, 2014 21:20:18 GMT
Gates sat reading for the hundredth time the Epistle of Forgiveness. He‘d read it originally several hundred years ago and periodically returned to the tome when he was mentally calculating angles. It was a mnemonic device he used far more than he should. The chances however of his tell being used against him was slim. One of the Kiss might be able to place the book as one he read often but the reason would nominally escape them. Closing the book he glanced towards the grandfather clock sitting in the corner. He didn’t need to as time was something he was intimately connected with. It was a mnemonic device as well he waited for Chidera’s return.
Yes he could have reached out to her but he even as he lightly watched over the city could see that she was enjoying her evening. As such he would wait as patient as time itself. He wished to discuss the recent happenings. Remy’s flame flickered dimly and he’d composed his letter outlining terms to both the snake and his master. He didn’t expect Isadora to have been behind Sabin’s actions but in the off chance she supported Sabin’s actions he would lay bare his terms. There would be a way forward that wouldn’t mean a war. In the end that was all that in fact mattered.
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Post by Chidera on Sept 10, 2014 6:25:42 GMT
Having parted ways with the Rex she headed home, could almost feel Gates waiting like a concerned parent but perhaps his concern was of other things not her evenings activities. When she got there she came straight to him and knocked softly then entered his space. Glowing almost as much as her introduction into the kiss, she smiled and settled looking to him but knew he'd smell the snake on her and her blood and he'd also now smell lion on her from all the close contact tonight.
" good evening dear sir how was your evening?"
She was being slightly playful but if he wished other he would tell her and she would return to her more normal pattern of behaving. Legs crossing ankle flicking she could also feel, how weak the snake was and knew shed made him that way. It was his own fault pushing her so but at least now with him almost kitten weak they could do as they must and ship him out with out him being a danger to his escort. He'd need one for sure now with the way she drained him, and even still the wounds he'd given her in return had made her famished. Shed check on her donors later to make sure they had eaten and rested.
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Post by Gates on Sept 10, 2014 7:50:14 GMT
Gates smiled as Chidera came gliding in on a cloud of ebullience. She was warmed with a glow that had little to do with blood and with the glow of emotion. He wouldn’t pry instead he wet his beak feeding ephemerally from the good and great vibes she was putting off. He chuckled that she in her emotional high had brought him a trinket of a treasure. He smiled shaking his head. Yes he was enjoying her happiness but he wouldn’t rain on her parade asking anything of her. If the time was right she would reveal whatever it was to him. “Bonsoir, mon trésor sombre? 1" Gates said in greeting he was happy to see her. He had been down to check on her progress with Remy. Not because he doubted her but because Chance had been to see him. Chance rarely came to be near him as Petit and Morte kept her sates with their shared proclivities. Chance still bore the markings of rough play. Even as the bruise looked weeks old he was sure they’d come due of their imprisoned guest. Chidera looked hale, hearty, and unblemished. He guessed the outpouring of her energies tonight had been also in part due their guest. He sat down his book. Fixing her with the fullness of his gaze momentarily. They were safe here beyond reproach but his gaze went occasionally to the door just beyond her. “This evening was eventful I see. Remy seems worse for wear. Thank you for applying yourself so thoroughly. How were things and will he be ready for transport?” 1 “Good evening, my dark treasure”
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Post by Chidera on Sept 10, 2014 13:26:35 GMT
Enjoying his smiles and good humor being more than willing to share, she heard his greeting and returned an even bigger smile. Lip licked she had been just about to ask him about her feelings for the rex when he asked about their guest. It didn't bother her any but put her back into her mindset of work, and tho the smile didnt wane the tone was a bit less bubbly" He was a bit stronger than either of us suspected and caught us napping to be sure. Chance took a bit more serious damage then I because he wanted her out of the game. He wanted to fight me, when his shift broke him free but of course I would not and so our petulant little snake threw a tantrum and caused me to need to not only push his rage to near dangerous levels to syphon it off but to take two donors before I was even fit to leave this evening."
None of this was complaint all of it was restating of truths and breaking down the evening for him. It was also in some small way apology for underestimating her charge and getting another of the kiss even minorly hurt. She was there as protector so her honor as such made her feel she hadn't done so with Chance. Her own injuries were counted as part of the give and take that was who she was but someone elses injuries shouldn't happen on her watch. Gates never would say that she was sure but it was most assuredly how she felt about it.
" He should sleep for at least another day but that should be enough to transport him safely with monitoring his levels . When he wakes he should be fed but also given a wide berth as he more than likely will be disoriented and upset. So what ever devices or means of explanation as to his new situation will have to be done mentally and from distance. He is also fairly smart and should be quick to realize why hes been sent away but I should hope he realizes not to come back because the next time I drain him the flame will go out, he has earned respect for his strength and I hold him ill will no longer but should he pose a threat I will not hesitate to crush him."
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Post by Gates on Sept 11, 2014 1:36:47 GMT
Gates shrugged at the ebb of guilt that filtered into her words. He could understand her not sure how highly he appraised her accomplishment. Remy was an alpha and obviously stronger than he knew himself. It explained how he was connected with the death of not one but two Kashyapa’s. Gates stood moving to Chidera. Laying a hand on her shoulder he said, " Il s'agit d'une très bonne finition alors . Tout ce qui reste est peut-être une escorte pour nos clients en dehors des limites de la ville 1.You have accomplished things admirably. It is a shame that we will be deprived of such a potential asset." Continuing on his path he moved to one of the shelves. Quickly scanning the contents therein he removed what he sought. It was a leather bound edition of ‘The Little Prince’ it was a painstaking recreation of Saint-Exupéry’s original manuscript. The last time Francois had it appraised it was worth roughly one-hundred grand. Its sentimental value was far higher for Gates. Removing it he moved to Chidera setting it in her hands then taking a seat himself. "This is one of my many favorites I would like you to read it when you have a moment, or not as it is yours to do with as you please. As that piece of work is accomplished and very well done at that. I know you have a glow about you as well would you do tell your story? " Gates wanted to share in her happiness and give her a moment to share before moving on to other things that had come across his attention. Namely the whispers of a strong alpha recently arrived along with the drug problem he’d entrusted to Raven’s handling. 1 "It is then a very good finish . All that remains is perhaps an escort for guests outside the city limits." |
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Post by Chidera on Sept 11, 2014 2:21:42 GMT
His lack of pressing her guilt lessened it for her and she relaxed. When he touched her shoulder she blushed softly and favored him with a smile. Thinking on who best to send as escort would take a bit of time as he'd need someone as least as strong as him to keep him in check. Maybe an alpha of a local group could help, but it would likely end up being one of the kiss. When he handed her the book she took it and turned it carefully in her hands deciding that she would indeed read it when she found time.
Then his question and comment about her happiness, was it so obvious? Yes and that was so very strange to her so she shrugged noncommittally then laughed. " I went to meet the new Rex the other evening as you requested but there was something odd about him, I can't explain it there felt as if string ran from him to me as if I had known him all along and his beast felt as if it should be mine.he smelled as home to me and, I was scared at first. Now tonight we went out again and he raises such feelings in me I cannot explain like he is some missing piece of me we are drawn together and I want to be cautious but around him its hard to think. He makes me giggle like the school girl I never was and calms the rage in me till I feel soft and sweet..what is this magic he can do Master why is this happening to me?"
She looked at him just a hair concerned and confused but oddly giddy because she felt that he would know and tell her why.
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Post by Gates on Sept 11, 2014 2:53:11 GMT
Gates sat adjusting hs book until its edges aligned with the table. He thought on Chidera’s situation. It was an interesting one. Not in the fact that she didn’t know but in the fact that the Council was still keeping information from their ‘loyal’ servants. They were still treating information as the one power that none were worthy of. He would have been angry but neither they nor the American Council were worth that much of his energy. Luckily as of yet the American Council had not formed their borders with anything but words just yet. Doing so would surely cause another civil war in the country. Sadly not making any moves had their potential enemies strengthening their reserves in reaction to what was on the horizon. "Yes it is apparent if one is aware.” Gates said to her unasked question. “ Il est le cœur sombre . Il est votre bête à appeler. Plus précisément, il est de votre esprit animal donné chair . Il appelle à vous comme vous êtes réflexion d'au moins une facette de vous. Peut-être même une partie vous ne permet pas à l'air souvent . 1" Gates realized he might be speaking around the question clearing his throat he fixed her with a heavy look to insure his words had in fact hit their mark. 1 He is your dark heart. He is your beast to call. Specifically he is your spirit animal given flesh. He calls to you as you are reflection of at least some facet of you. Perhaps even some part you do not allow to air often. |
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Post by Chidera on Sept 11, 2014 4:04:07 GMT
She though and her face started out beatific in its smile. She'd found her belonging place and it made sense now why his pulse had felt as if it were her own when they were together but then her eyes widened to horror and she shook her head at him. Hands out as if pushing something away "J'ai ne peux pas ne pas être. Comment est-il possible? Je voulais pas être lié de la sorte, je ne pouvais pas supporter if've m'a poussé loin ou je besoin plus tard pour le punir. Qu'est-ce qui va se passer si je ne nous lient pas ensemble?" The proud male wouldnt want something so horrible would he? To have his life tied to her in ways that were stronger then the human notion of marriage and more able to deliver on the death do us part. She looked ashen for a moment her fingers on her lips still slightly swollen from their kisses. This had to be ok, she would take some time and think and keep him away until.." oh no .. I said that he should come meet you because I wished you to see who he was and have it explained to him about some of the things we do but .." She looked at him confused and lost, unsure of her self for the first time since coming here. Hand her a sword she knew her way hand her a heart and she was like a babe in the wood. They had kept her for battle and rage she didn't need to know love or passion or feel the connection that having a human servant or beast to call could give. No he cannot be. How is it possible ? He will not wished to be bound so, I couldn't stand if he pushed me away or I would later need to punish him. What will happen if I do not tie us together? |
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Post by Gates on Sept 11, 2014 5:42:48 GMT
Gates opened his hands in a gesture asking a question. Speaking to her he rose crossing that same distance. “Il ne doit pas être aussi terrible que cela. Ce n'est pas plus contraignant que de l'amitié . Pas plus pénible que la première floraison de l'amour . Il est serait mieux si vous alliez à la fois volontairement . Mais cela ne doit pas être une chaîne . Il s'agit d'un facteur pas un préjudice . Il ya autant de types de serviteurs et de bêtes animaux d'appeler comme il ya des êtres de chaque côté de l'équation . Habituellement, cependant, il est une servitude une à l'autre. Mais comme bien faire l'amour ce n'est jamais le dominant dans le contrôle complet autant que l'apparence serait dire le contraire ." 1Crouching he rested his hands on her knees making eye contact." Je serai heureux de répondre à cette rex qui vous appelle pour vous Si vous trouvez digne , en plus de son titre il doit être utile par exemple . Je vais devoir vous savez que les droits de défi pour les Lions peuvent et sont souvent parmi les plus viscérale . Lions respectent force sa ancrée dans le tissu de leur être. Je sais que les quelques coalitions que nous avons ne sont pas vraiment alignés avec n'importe qui mais ils ont réussi à garder l'élément le plus malin calme . S'il est d'être la vôtre, alors je serai heureux de soutiens lui à condition qu'il se joint à notre table ronde ou sortes..." 2Gates paused before plowing on. The next would not be as easy to accept but he had to prepare her for such an eventuality. “Cependant, si il n'est pas le vôtre , nous aurons besoin de gagner sa mesure rapidement un rex il pourrait se transformer en un pouvoir considérable ici . Les lions , même non affiliés ou ayant un roi ou une reine définies sont un clan à traiter . Ils sont muscle en gros pour la location et ont de nombreux alliés individuellement. Si fusionné en un tout uni qu'ils seraient très dangereux . Comme les lions sont les vôtres pour les appels que vous aurez besoin de lui ou l'un de ses lieutenants fortes que la vôtre .” 3Gates patted her knees then stood. The truth of his assertion was one that she would need to examine. So that she might do a cursory glance he gave her space. It would have been a small thing to slip into her mind but he did not. He would allow her the privacy of her thoughts. This was a moment that would be a defining one. Heart mind duty as well as a slew of emotions all vying for her attention and pressing her. 1 It doesn’t have to be as terrible as that. It is no more binding than friendship. No more tiresome than love’s first bloom. It is would be better if you both went willingly. But this does not need be a chain. It is a factor not a detriment. There are as many types of animal servants and beasts to call as there are beings on either side of the equation. Usually however it is a servitude one to another. But like good love making it is never the dominant in complete control as much as the appearance would say otherwise.
2 I will gladly meet this rex that calls to you If you find him worthy in addition to his title then he must be worth such. I will have you know that the rights of challenge for lions can and often are some of the most visceral. Lions respect strength its ingrained in the fabric of their being. I know the few coalitions we have are not truly aligned with anyone yet they have managed to keep the more malignant element quiet. If he is to be yours then I will gladly back him provided he joins our round table or sorts. 3 However if he is not yours we will need to gain his measure quickly as a rex he could grow into considerable power here. The lions even unaffiliated or having a defined King or Queen are a clan to be dealt with. They are muscle by and large for hire and have many allies individually. If coalesced into one united whole they would be very dangerous. As lions are yours to call you will need either him or one of his strong Lieutenants as yours. |
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Post by Chidera on Sept 11, 2014 22:26:20 GMT
Chidera hearing him calmed and sighed deeply, perhaps all was not lost after all and nodding that they should meet. When he left her to think, she sat in the chair and held the book and wondered if it really would be that bad to have him be her more human side the thing she was missing. Then she worried over the fact that if he ever found a real queen she'd have to be more understanding of his time spent with her. That made her angry but she was practical about it all. Hating the wondering and waiting she texted him and figured she should at least give him a heads up now that she understood it.
Chewing her lip and then standing the book and her would go to her room and settle on her bed, the pommes kicked out politely for the evening despite the fact they had been groping each other passionately. Opening the book and started at the beginning, she would let the book take her for a while and not fret over what might come in the next days until this matter of Remy leaving and her possibly having a lion to call were settled.
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Post by Gates on Sept 13, 2014 9:13:38 GMT
Gates moved into the theater or what he considered the area where subjects were educated as to the error of their ways. He dragged in a chair and sat looking on the handy work of Chance and Chidera’s efforts. They were creative that was for sure. He sat looking on their handiwork. Thorough and painful and highly educational if Remy allowed it to overpower his righteous militaristic understanding of the situation. Sparing a push of energy Gates called on the additional reserves of strength form his oaths of fealty across the city. The good little vampires and the bad he pooled that fleeting breathe of life as they were beginning to flee to their lairs returning to their coffins fresh graves basements and in most cases beds hidden away. Gates pooled that energy into a scalpel like focus shoving it into the sleeping snake. It was painful and like all pain could be informative.
As the man’s eyes snapped open Gates moved to him covering his mouth before he could loose the searing pain in vocal form. He made eye contact before he could retreat into unconsciousness. Speaking to that portion that wasn’t searing pain and residual rage. ‘You have been tried weighed and found wanting, Kashyapa. You have been punished for your risk to the city. You have been granted a reprieve in regards to the full weight of your actions. You however will be banished from and doing any business with along with the city your entire clan and those like you. You will be the example others tell of My kindness.’ Gates ended the onesided communication by placing several deep suggestions in his subconscious. Taking the information that Remy thought was safe the location of his Nest and which of them he would trust. Gates hmmphed his surprise at the choice and removed his influence form the man.
He now knew the man’s mind and was surprised that he had survived this long. There was nothing so dangerous as power and ability with no focus. Remy was adrift because he couldn’t accept the glaring damage he’d sustained mentally. While Gates could ease that burden it was not his place. Remy would be the difficult man he would be until he sought help. Until he could ask for the help he needed. Until he coud see the wounds he carried. Gates shook his head as the man drifted back to unconsciousness. The sleep of the dead an all-consuming sleep that was ironic as in any other city he would have been damned to death for his part in the happenings thus far. Gates would not lead that way of absolute power even as it called to him like no other. Smirking he turned off the light drawing his phone from his pocket he called the number Remy had planned on hiding with the full weight of his will.
“Hello, Jackie. I am Gates the Master of New Orleans and you have work to do.” The shock of the man on the other end of the line was palpable even weighing heavily on the air even from such a distance. Gates knew that the man was lying in bed in Lafourche Parish sleeping after having stayed on watch the entire day. Not that his diligence would have mattered if Gates had decided to punish the entire clan. No Remy’s self-sacrifice would do by way of example. The man had bodily paid for his sins against the city and Gates would allow that to be example enough. He had spent a portion of the early evening insuring that word had spread quickly and far enough that they would not be welcome anywhere between Nola and Dallas.
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