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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2015 6:35:24 GMT
Tibs was pushing his body as hard as he was currently pushing his mind. He had currently gotten word that Estelle was in addition to pushing barely legal that she had infected. She was also running a side business where she was running kids to select clientele. That not only had to stop, but she would have to pay. Tibs was just going to run her off as it was in accordance with pack law, however her evil had to end.
He knew that he would have to remove her from the playing field permanently, but he also had to figure an angle on Eric. He had heard that he was an accomplished brawler, which was fine. Tibs would bet on a master of systema over a brawler any day of the week and twice when it was him. The only problem was that with fights for succession or to take the title of Rex the battle had to end in death. Tibs really did not want to murder the goon, however if what he heard was true then his choices were limited. He would try to just destroy him, make an example of him, however if he came back he would have to be killed.
Tibs trained hard, pushing even his lycanthropic muscles to the brink. He could feel the strain in his arms and back, his legs were rubber barely holding his girth. Tibs wore a little more modest clothing as he worked out at the house now that pepper was around, while he was not even sure if anyone was home besides him, he did not want to make her uncomfortable as he understood she had it pretty rough and he was not going to upset that particular apple cart. So he would play it safe until she set the boundaries as far as what she could and would feel safe with.
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Post by Pepper LeForge on Nov 19, 2015 17:49:29 GMT
Pepper had few days off but occasionally they happened. She'd scheduled one after moving in so she could unpack for real. That had ment hitting the local big box store for shelving units and storage space. She had also purchased a steel reinforced stripper pole and mounting kit.
Finding space for it in the work out room in front of the mirrors had been fun and a total surprise when the rex had next gone in there. It wasnt going to budge and let her perfect tricks at home.
So indeed she was home today but had gone for a run then she came in and with out even thinking swapped sneakers for sky high heels. Heading in she paused at the door way watching him work. Muscles cording and straining two feelings hit her at the same time one was apprehension the other a hint of hunger
Peppers sex life was mostly non exsistant she didnt trust male lions wouldnt trust sex with a normal and didnt run into to many other were out side work and you dont mate where you make bank. So this was the first moment she felt relaxed enough to notice that sort of male beauty.
She wouldnt interupt and tried to be unobtrusive as she slinked past him to warm up.
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Post by Aminta Eliades on Nov 19, 2015 19:01:52 GMT
Aminta had ridden hard and put herself away wet. Jacob had been exacting but after ten years one couldn’t expect less for a lycanthrope that had fought for his position for as long as he had. Lions were not rare but they also weren’t as common as rats or wolves as such finding one who hadn’t lost his or life in a shower of bullets was incredibly hard. She tried laying low that had lasted all of a week yet even knowing she would be found out she hadn’t expected the entire pride to kick in her door and attempt to have their way with her. One mad man she could deal with but a whole gaggle was another matter. She fought and bled and castrated as many as she could but Eric was nothing if not thorough. He held the higher members of his gang as back up for the first and it took playing passed out and shifting at the last minute to get away.
Normally she was able to breeze in and out of New Orleans with no trouble for her efforts now she had a pride of angry legbreakers on her scent and she couldn’t head back to her hideyhole for her cash or her bike. Not yet it would take some time to through them off her scent. She’d thought of going to Estelle but that was one lioness she didn’t want to owe anything. She thought of calling the Regina she’d met a few months back but she doubted Sasha would extend herself this far away from her home territory. So in short she was running scared and the shoes she’d knicked weren’t the most comfortable. It beat potentially getting arrested for indecency but she doubted they did such things here.
It was just her luck lost in the boondocks of New Orleans hungry without any chance of help she thought until the scent of hit her nose. Lioness. That meant help that wasn’t Eric or Estelle and maybe just maybe a chance to lay low and get out of dodge before whatever was stirring up the lions here hit big time. Knocking on the door she did her best to seem nonthreatening. It was a little hard with the brusies she wore. Even with her heightened healing taking the beating she had would mean she’d be sore for at least a few days. The bruises were healing quick enough that by tonight there’d be no telling she’d been beaten so thoroughly. But now however she looked like something the cat drug in and smacked around with a sledgehammer.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2015 6:07:54 GMT
Tibs could feel the predatory eyes weighing on him. her gaze had something more than mass, their was a weight to the look that she had Tibs conscious of her staring but no wanting to embarrass her smiled to himself but outwardly he showed no signs that he noticed. He drifted back into the zone as he worked out. He knew it would only be so long before Eric got wind of what happened with Estelle and wanted to try his luck Although He was not quite ready for Eric just yet, he needed to completely cripple Estelle, bringing her to her knees, before he would have the power needed to break the brute. The thought of Estelle on her knees made him chuckle how many girls had she forced there, how long ago was she one of those girls. Well perhaps she can figure that out somewhere else not New Orleans.
The knock on the door dragged him from his thoughts. He was four feet in the air doing reversed pulled ups, he sensed that the person at the door was a lioness, the only other lioness that he knew was Estelle, she would be completely off her rocker if she had came here. Dropping to his bare feet he padded to the front door, before he opened it he let his sense roam, the she was alone and no gun oil was in the air. Strange was the only thought he had. He opened the door, to see a battered and bruised lioness leaning somewhat unstable against the doorjam.
“Pepper can you get one of the beds ready?”
Tibs stepped aside and allowed entrance, to see if the girl was in any shape to walk into through the threshold or was she at the end of her endurance. Tibs was ready to catch her if she fell, but she was in bad shape.
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Post by Pepper LeForge on Nov 20, 2015 16:24:48 GMT
Having just been out the fact she heard the knock after a short bit made her hairs stand. When he went to get the door she was close enough for back up but not ti get shot in case. The smell of female head tilted her but this one was unfamiliar mostly so when she glanced her around the mountain that was the rex there was a moment of relief but right after anger at who ever hurt her.
Then sniffing again she smelled vaugely like Eric had been around her then it clicked. She did as asked and ran to make a bed in one of the rooms inbetween her an tibs with a bed. Fresh sheets and pillows. Coming back down with a damp rag and a bowl of water for cleaning wounds.
She looked from the woman to him and in a very near snarl that crackled with anger. "This is that savage Erics doing. His scent is there with others but I know his best"
They also had run ins but hers had been at the club with other weres as security so he'd not gotten his chance to hurt her tho the things he whispered when he got the chance made her blood turn to ice.
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Post by Aminta Eliades on Nov 21, 2015 5:45:46 GMT
She raised a brow as a masculine powerful energy on par with Eric’s rushed her lioness. It was all she could do to close her shields the notion of shifting and fleeing was too taxing one shift a day she was fine with but forcing herself to shift twice and quickly at that was too much the notion of a third time tired her out just getting up the energy to consider it. She resigned herself to her fate resting against the doorjamb sure it would be the only rest she would get for a few days. Damn multiorgasmic males making it real hard to find the validity in Viagra or Cialis.
Looking into the face of her attacker she froze preparing for the worst. This was going to be bad. She already mapped out ten ways that she could exploit his size once he came in close. Then he spoke and the sweat soaked mountain of a man instantly became her tan muscular Agios Vassilis. She tried to smile but with the smear of blood dried into her teeth she wasn’t sure how it came across. Trying to take another step she surprised herself as she succeeded in taking it. “Thanks,” She tried to say though all that came out was “Th…” before the ground rushed up to her face Luckily sleep of the deathly tired and beaten came before she struck the ground.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2015 6:41:37 GMT
Tibs looked back as Pepper rushed back downstairs, it was only her grace that kept the water from sloshing over the sides and spilling onto the floor. Tibs didn’t bother to look over his shoulder he knew that Pepper was coming and coming fast. The strange lioness mumbled maybe a syllable as she began a step and toppled into his arms. To be beaten and this tired she must have had a rough few days. lifting her up cradling her head so her neck was protected, Tibs followed Pepper back up the stairs.
“Yea this is definitely Eric’s handy work. I will settle up with him as soon as I take care of Estelle.”
Tibs said to Pepper and no one at the same time. This was why both Estelle and Eric had to go away. For a pride any pride to become strong the parasites had to be removed. He knew that Eric raped among his many other crimes, but this was even much for him. Tibs tried to not take it personal because if he did he would do something stupid, and that would endanger everyone that trusted and believed in him. So he bit his bottom lip silently expressing his rage, when he could taste metallic hint of blood he stopped and clenched his teeth.
It was just luck that the poor girl made it this far as she wasn’t dumped there. There was no other scents on the front porch so no one was there or hiding in the area. After laying the unnamed girl down on the bed. Giving her a quick physical, nothing was broken or punctured at least nothing that she would not heal from.
“Pepper could you tend to her wounds, I gotta make a phone call.”
Walking back to where the gym was, Tibs picked up his phone and stared at the number pad. drumming his fingers on the side of the device.
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Post by Pepper LeForge on Nov 21, 2015 7:44:20 GMT
Pepper was mad but needed she nodded and didn't sass when he said stay. Normally she would have said she was a lion not a golden retriever. Sitting she washed the woman so gently making sure she noted every source of blood to tell tibs later. when she was clean pepper got her a spare clean cotton sleep shirt and dressed her tucking her in. Soft sigh she slid in behind her spooning because weres too cuddling as comfort and she figured female scent would help.
She didn't know if sh could be heard but she talked to her. Mostly about Tibs and how he might be goofy looking but that he was an ok guy. Telling her she was safe now that no body else would be allowed to hurt her. wondering who he'd call because almost everyone else they knew was on Eric or Estelle's payroll.Maybe hed call his fancy vamp lady friend and get Gates in this..oo that would fix both their lil red wagons.
Soon she just got quiet and curled more offering healing to this strange lioness because that's what you did no one deserved the beating shed endured except maybe the person who gave it to her.he deserved to be hit like a cinco de mayo decoration.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2015 9:17:08 GMT
Tibs knew this was a call that once done he would not be able to undo. Dialing the number he waited for the call to connect. Instead of doing this in one motion he would buy time and take it slowly. That would be the easiest way. He would call the a few of his war machines, a few of his buddies who were war veterans. They were discharged after a mission went sideways. He was going to have a few of them do some recon, they were lycanthropes that were trained to be green berets. So he was confident that they could handle a few street thugs.
Tibs knew that he could have them snipe Eric from a distance, however had someone else pull the trigger then his reign would always be in doubt. Tibs scheduled a meeting for the weekend. That should give him a few days to map out the rest of the plan in a few days, and once the force that Heiro had promised had came into the city then Tibs would go to phase two of the plan. As the docks were already unassailable Tibs had to flush Eric out the men were going to be a back up as Eric was a kind of Rex In so much that he controlled a group of lions, however the way he played, from the stories that he had heard around town as well as from the lycanthropes that he had treated. They all said the same thing while he was a really good fighter, He was not above cheating. One of the guys he fought with had won at the docks, however Eric had him ambushed by like three other lions. Beat the guy within an inch of his life then then Eric finished the fight. That was not going to happen to Tib.
So what Tibs had planned was to take away home field advantage
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Post by Aminta Eliades on Nov 23, 2015 0:03:19 GMT
Pain was what she felt as her eyes came open. But it was a pain she was glad to enjoy. When bones set and skin knitted as fast as hers did it was a pain that assured that everything would be alright. The press of flesh and the warm arms that held her was a surprise. She wasn’t sure how long she was out but the fresh scent of clean linen and the musky feminine scent of a lioness said many things that her unconscious mind took in as par for course. She had been in a bad way and the shifting while helpful in getting her away from Eric’s coalition had taxed her to the limits of her endurance. She was better but not one hundred percent. Shifting was out of the question unless there was no other option. The alarm in her head didn’t seem to say she needed to so she relaxed into the comfort being offered her sure she would find a way to pay the balance or dine and dash if the bill was too high.
Moving slowly she wrapped her hand around the arm over hers as thanks. “Uhm, Agapiméni, thank you dear for the heat and warmth. I’m Aminta…” She said by way of asking the woman’s name. She dared not look to see what the small framed woman against her might look like. She remembered the scent she’d trailed it to wherever here was. She’d have to get her bearings to see where in New Orleans she actually was but for now safe was all she needed. Well safe and a good weapon just in case Eric didn’t like his flesh marked by an out of towners claws. She fought not to remember the details of what she’d done to those pack of animals that’d set on her as some way to prepare. She was sure they were surprised that she was a strong as she was or as determined to not be their sacrificial lamb for whatever battle they were hyping themselves up for.
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Post by Pepper LeForge on Nov 23, 2015 4:26:08 GMT
When she woke Pepper felt it an waited to see what the other would do. She wouldn't hold her still or restrain any thing when the touch changed she smirked and answered" welcome to the prides home I am pepper sugah nice to meet you officially"
Tugging the pride line to alert Tibs tho he could probably hear them, "so you could probably use a bit to eat after all that shifting"
They had some food and quite a bit of meat Tibs stocked up, Pepper had also brought some gator meat which was like gamy chicken but still yummy." If you want to lay here I can make you something to eat and then when your ready you can tell us how you ended up here and let us know if we can help"
Slowly easing out of the bed and standing the heels had been discarded, her little shorts and tank were still on. wandering past the bed she turned to look at her with a smile. Nodding then she went down stairs "Shes awake if you want to go talk to her Ill grab her something to eat and drink."
Sass was in short supply right now it wasn't the time for it.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2015 13:18:23 GMT
Tibs felt the woman stir more than heard it. He knew Pepper had taken great care of her, Tibs had withheld healing as he knew she could heal on her own. Spending the energy when her wounds were just surface and exhaustion would not help her at all. The warm bed and the soft feel of Pepper was all she really needed. Tibs would have lain with her as well, however that might have been jarring, exspecially as Eric and some guys were what did this. Dialing Del he quickly spoke into the mic,
“Meet me at the bar, we need to talk.”
It was still early and it was not something that he wanted to do, he was actually loathe to do what he was about to do. Snitching to the cops about lycanthropes business was bad business it was extremely bad when the snitch was a lycanthrope. If he was right he could just keep Eric away from the docks for a few weeks. Taking away his home field advantage, although Tibs wanted to hit him as soon as he was send scurrying, as that level of discombulation would lead to a swift easy victory. It would have to do.
It might change his plans a bit but this guy needed to go and fast. Hanging the phone up he smiled his normal caring and somewhat goofy smile as he walked into the room with the two ladies.
“I’m glad you were here for both of us Pepper, as she needed you as much as I did.”
Casting his glance at the girl, Tibs was glad that Pepper gave her some form of clothes, while Tibs had no problem with nudity, especially of the female variety, if what he supposed had happened had actually come to past, him seeing her nude would have been the last thing she would have wanted another guy seeing her naked form.
“Welcome to the New Orleans pride house, I am the Rex Tibodaux. The wonderful one who lain with you sharing her heat with you was Pepper. Who are you and more important what happened?”
Tibs waited patiently injecting all the care he could muster into his words. He looked at this as another case study. As a practitioner he listened looking for clues about her personality and if she could or would be trusted.
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Post by Aminta Eliades on Nov 24, 2015 3:20:06 GMT
Aminta waited for the heavy male presence to materialize as it didn’t she smiled to Pepper. "Nice to meet you Pepper."
Feeling a small bit of preternatural aura flare she braced herself for the other shoe even as she hid what she was feeling behind a smile that started to lean into hardness, "I definitely could eat. You have a chef hiding around here somewhere." From years of experience she learned to gauge a situation without seeming to do so. So she shadowed Pepper as she made her way wherever it was she was headed. Hopefully it was the kitchen and not a gallows.
“I’ll come with you being by my lonesome is what made those goons think I was easy pickings." It was the only comment she would make about her attack. She survived and made it away that would have to be enough. She wasn’t ready to be angry ove it just yet that would come for now she was simply glad to be able to breathe in the air she was enjoying.
Trailing Pepper she wasn’t surprised by the mountain of a man that stood as she entered the area behind her. "I am awake in deed. I don’t know how I will repay you but for now thanks will have to do."
Realizing she had not used an alias when she introduced herself to Pepper she was bound by her true identity. She cursed silently but smiled outwardly. Closing the distance even as her heartrate sped she stretched up and rubbed her cheek against his once on each side. To do so she had to go up on tiptoe and brace herself using his arms as support.
“I am Aminta, Rex Tibodaux. I was attacked not far from the Port by a group of lions and I thank you for allowing me to stay and heal.”
There would be more questions she was sure. She could wait she really could but she knew each Pride was different and how to get a safe pass required more than what she’d offered thus far. She hoped she’d be allowed to eat first.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2015 9:57:53 GMT
“Its good to see that you are on your feet. While I am the Rex of New Orleans, I have to apologize for the idiots that attacked you. They will be gone very soon.”
That was all Tibs would comment about them, If Aminta wanted more information about how he would make this right between herself and him or the conversation was to circle back around to them he would elaborate. Tibs took a deep breathe exhaling through his nostrils. “Damn savages!”
Tibs allowed the lioness to introduce her beast to his. His beast lazily rasied his head enjoying the new lioness presence, it sniffed the air around her commenting her scent to memory. Tibs normally didn’t bother unless he planned on someone being part of his pride long term.
“So… you do not sound as if you are from these parts, what brought you down here?”
Tibs asked in a manner of fact way, it was not normal for a lion to leave their area unless they were run off or had business, not that Tibs minded in either case however it would be good to know if she was planning on staying or just breezing through. Honestly he could understand either outcome. Considering that this being her first impression of the city with hime being the Rex Tibs would admit he would think his reign was dubious at best as well.
“Because of these animals assault you can stay and heal, up completely if you were to be so inclined. As I accept my share of the blame. ”
TIbs would have to make Eric pay for this. Not that looking bad would matter, however on a more national stage Tibs looking as if he can not control the city, or that he was not strong enough to protect those that came and went was a bad image and would have to be fixed.
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Post by Pepper LeForge on Nov 24, 2015 22:12:22 GMT
Pepper chuckled"chere we not dat formal roun here you cook what you want or eat when some one else cook."
She winked then let them two alone not going far she started a fryer up when it was redone the master of the city's help had spared no expenses it was almost a commercial grade kitchen.
You needed that with a group tho most medium sized groups had enough food and cookwear to feed a banquet on the average day.Getting down spices and flour eggs and processed gator tail meet and some shrimp. In near no time she was turning out gator hush puppies and fried shrimps.
Moving around the kitchen with feline grace. Humming some song shed heard the other night. This was a guilty pleasure for Pepper. Normally she ate alone or out. Salad was put on the side and plates were set at the kitchen island bar."yall come eat then we can play truth o dare"
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