Master of Maîtres De Sang
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Post by Gates on Feb 13, 2016 5:07:10 GMT
Gates watched passively as Terrence sought to escalate things. He was doing what lions did he was overreacting. Yet somehow holding himself at bay with each step he gave in as well. It was interesting as Gates could all but taste the swirling emotions and frustrations of the man. His aura lapping gently around the edges of Gates own. Cocking his head, he looked at the man. How easy it would be to reach up and pluck he life from him. Sadly, dead men could learn nothing. There would be no progression. In the end that is what was needed the progression.
Gates looked him over starting with his feet and moving up. His gaze had heat it had weight. Then suddenly he wasn’t there. No mind trick just a display of what he was. The lie he kept exposed how truly ancient he was. What power he could wield. Leaning against the wall behind Terrence he went on. As if Terrence hadn’t just tried to bodily remove him.
“You still haven’t given your answer. Choose or I will have no options but to choose for you” Gates crossed his arms across his chest and waited. He was baiting him and yet giving him just enough rope to hang himself should he choose. It was the edge of the precipice Terrence was dancing on the razors edge and Gates waited just in the other side. “ To help you; I will give you a clearer picture. You are the king of lions, yes. You are one of many ‘Kings’ in the city. The city is however mine. Before you came after you leave either through deaths door after many years of service to the will of the city or under your own power having fled the truth of your situation. The city will continue no matter what you choose. In the end the only thing your staying or leaving will effect is the Pride nominally. They need a leader if that can not be you because of your failings your inability to see the world for what it is then they will suffer they will flounder but they will reach the other side stronger for it.”
Moving away from the world closing the distance he stopped just inside Terrence’s easy reach. “As for what I can do. I can do anything I wish and will do everything I wish to keep the city as a whole resolute.” Reaching down that line of power he summoned up the connection between Terrence and Chidera and rended it as if it were the finest gossamer. The reverberations of its sundering causing a backlash of power. Those able to see such things would be witness to an explosion of powers running the full spectrum of aural colors. Those able to feel such things would feel as if the Earth itself had broken apart beneath their feet.
Gates flung a portion of his shielding to Chidera warm and ensconced as she was to save her the brunt of the blow but even that would not hold against the internal storm that would wash over her.
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Seneschal Maîtres De Sang Kiss
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Post by Chidera on Feb 13, 2016 5:29:57 GMT
She had been dozing lightly peaceful then something felt off wrong and then she felt it and snapped bolt up righ in bed clasping at her chest. It felt Like feather down had swalloed her a second before a large rubber band snapped against her ribs.
She went scrabbling for the bedside and all shed ingested that night revisited. Her veins burned like fire and her head pounded like it might shatter. The pommes scattered scared running for the doctor and he came pinning her so she wouldn't hurt herself accidentally.
It slowed the burn was a throb the headache made hwr fuzzy brained and she shivered until blankets wrapped her body. A warmed mug of blood brought to her mixed in mulled wine. She sipped and it made her reach tentative for gates. Feeling him there she sighed then reached for tibs and found pain but no answer. Brow raised she laughed but in a more deranged mad scientists laugh not a joyful sound.
She knew now though that the rex was in his own and she'd be of no further help even had she been of mind to. Nope he was a grown up the king he had to prove it now or never.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2016 22:23:11 GMT
Gates was fast but his speed was predicated on him not dealing with a king of Beasts and men. Tibs was both those things he whirled on Gates as he passed him by. His speed working against him as Lions were sight hunters. The motion triggering a fight or kill response Tibs already had his hands in fists as Gates settled against the far wall. Staying his hand as Gates did not attack his face twisted into a grimace as it was very nearly painful to not attack and wipe that smug look of condescension form his face. He heard him but wasn’t listening. It was go time yet Gates kept playing at being nice instead of crossing that line and opening the doorway to the physical. It was a problem as Tibs never began fights he finished them Gates was forcing him to do both.
Throwing the towel onto the desk he stretched his neck as he was sure removing Gates would require some heavy lifting. “Nice…” he began to say nice speech but then the world shifted and his heart was torn from his chest. It felt as if he’d been disemboweled and filled with air all at once. His head split and he couldn’t breathe over the bile that rose in his gut. He’d devoured a good portion of Eric and now it was spewed across the floor of his office as foul and rank as any not quite digested bit of meat and stomach acid. If he could catch his breath he could act but he couldn’t every attempt to draw a fresh breath filled him with the urge to disgorge himself. His eyes blurry and nose filled the scent of his own stomach kept him out of sorts. He reached for the steadying influence of Chidera’s coolness and found a black hole. There was nothing there. No connection no shield no wall with her on the other side just an emptiness a vacuum that threatened to suck him down into its inky blackness.
She was well and truly gone. There was nothing left of her in him no connection even the memories were faint and not truly there. Fighting a two pronged battle he tried to hold onto them even as his body threatened to tear itself apart purging the contents of her his stomach and shift all at once. Damn him, damn Gates. He held onto that thought it was his buoy and saved him from losing everything As the blackness consumed him.
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Master of Maîtres De Sang
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Post by Gates on Feb 14, 2016 5:55:06 GMT
He watched as the man, beast and would be king fell. He could have caught him. He could have eased his fall. Perhaps small minded as it was he thought the small bump to face and huge bruise to his ego was worth it. It was another kindness he wasn’t sure Terrence deserved but it was better than what if given rein his heart wanted to inflict. The man had lashed out in that brief second he’d touched the connection between the two he knew that the trust between them had been damaged. He knew the months and years of rebuilding that was necessary. He knew and yet he still allowed the man to continue breathing. The time had already been wasted. The effort already spent and yet Gates was loathed to simply end him. So he left him on his floor and exited the office. The Pride would be at its lowest point yet stronger than the loose groups and rogues it was once. Sadly, their tie to Terrence would make each of them feel as if they were the victim of the world’s worst bacchanalia.
Moving through the house he saw the few lions who’d made their way in laid low passed out or worse. Their breathing vouchsafing that they would live long enough to regret Terrence’s actions. Stepping over and around a few of the sleeping lions in various states of restless sleep he found the two lionesses he sought. Pepper and Aminta. Tan and olive skin, deep dark eyes and lighter ones. They were ill but whole and conscious. He smiled feeling the power and potential of them. Yes, while the Pride would need a male face for any legitimacy on the world stage here and within the friendly confines of the great crescent, ‘The Yat’ had always been a Regina’s world. It was easier for two to do the job of one provided they were in a semblance of accord. It was why Estelle and Eric had worked as well as they had for as long as they had. Sadly greed and power for powers sake had corrupted what could have been.
Sitting on the bed where they both labored to breathe Gates caressed first one then the others skin. Watching as their flesh responded he pushed power into them reaching through that hidden connection he had with beasts in general and lions in specific. He roused them to full wakefulness.
“Ladies, we have a need to speak.”
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Regina of the Décès Ombre Pride
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Post by Aminta Eliades on Feb 14, 2016 7:54:22 GMT
She gave a wane smile " No I haven’t spent much time here and what I did I usually stayed to myself outside of meeting with Isabella and her bunch periodically. I stayed here as a vacation from everywhere else." Standing she moved the few feet across the room to Pepper who was still trying to sort out clothes. An inch in height was a negligible difference and their busts were both C though Peppers added weight made it appear as if they were both opposite bookends.
She was going to rock her world or end in a sweaty heap for having tried to reach the mountain top. Just as she rested her hands on the slightly smaller womans shoulders a lascivious smile resting on her lips it tore through her. Whatever was happening with Gates and Tibs was earth shattering. She felt it tear through her again and again it was as if someone took her in their arms and began tearing strips of her being away. Her stomach did flip flops and threatened to tear her in two. Wrapping her arms around Pepper she fell back on the bed cushioning their fall with her body. As the pain tore her apart she did all she could to not squeeze Pepper. She convulsed and felt her change attempt to rush her she swallowed back her lioness knowing somehow it would be worse if she was shifted.
As the storm passed though in truth it merely lessened Gates was there as if he’d always been. He sat there a warm glow around him and he spoke. She wasn’t sure exactly what but having him there made it easier and without meaning to she reached out to touch Pepper the call of Pride was strong her lioness and Peppers reached towards one another yet Aminta held back she looked form Gates to Pepper and lay still her breathing coming easier.
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Regina of the Décès Ombre Pride
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Post by Pepper LeForge on Feb 14, 2016 19:01:56 GMT
Pepper had been mid licking her lips about to press lips then the world imploded and she was pretty sure it was the rex to blame because men were most often the cause of her undoing. She clung to aminita wanting to scream wanting to peel her skin from her.
When it eased she blinked looking at hates and then aminita trying to swallow with her throat feeling like rhe inside of a lumber jacks boot. She cleared her throat and tried to speak" y. Yeah ok we get it"
Not wanting to move but snuggling into the others breasts might be inappropriate.
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Master of Maîtres De Sang
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Post by Gates on Feb 15, 2016 4:12:44 GMT
Sliding across the bed on like sin on silk Gates pulled each of the ladies closer as if they weighed no more than a thought. He was glad that there strength was not dependant on solely on Terrences as he felt that soon would not be an option. Resting his back against the headboard he breath and forced his heart to beat so they would take the warmth he offered and in part a portion of the strength he could share with them. In the doing he opened a sliver of a link to Chidera bolstering her through them and them through his link with her. He could have done so directly but there was a plan afoot. More a notion but all the same he was loathe to erect hurdles along the way.
"You two aside from Isabella and Terrence are the most senior and strongest members of this Pride. I would have use of that strength in the days to come." Having pulled them to him he now allowed a measure of his shields to drop opening the link to Chidera more. Through the window he was opening they would feel her pull far stronger than they ever could through Terrence as he spent most of his days shielded. “In return I offer the full protection of the Kiss and security of your interests. Nothing of course comes without risk so ask what lies in your hearts so we can assuage such concerns and help you decide with a clear mind.” The ask was made the decision was theirs. Nuzzling one then the other he simply bolstered their reserves and through them Chidera.
Soon the trio would be free from the effects of the sundering even as Terrence would be out for perhaps up to a few days.
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Seneschal Maîtres De Sang Kiss
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Post by Chidera on Feb 15, 2016 6:15:50 GMT
Ever warmer the mug empty now. Then she felt it a peek of power then moret that had her relaxing back against the sheets and feeling almost her self. What cure all was this.
She found she knew the flavor of both lionesses.smiling she rubbed her beast along theirs and the power that was gates. He felt odd but himself that was tucked away. Almost cooing to them through the lines and feeding them but feeding from them.
A great circuit of power whispers to gates " well arnt they a lovely pair "
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Master of Maîtres De Sang
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Post by Gates on Feb 15, 2016 7:38:16 GMT
Nodding knowing that Chidera would feel his answer as well as have an idea as to where he was leaning. He knew Aminta was only a seasonal local but the two of them could prove a great base to hold the Pride and build upon. Those being groomed by Chidera would be a great addition once they were trained and ready. He saw that taking at least until they were of legal majority. In the meantime a strong Pride here and his maneuvers in Baton Rouge would definitely help strengthen their borders. Three weeks more and Baton Rouge would be under his control he’d already made inroads with the Rex there and all but had the city sewn up. He needed however a member of the kiss he could send there for the official challenge. If he challenged it would be seen as what it was. Yet if a member of his kiss was ‘set free’ all would be fair and then some.
Planting a kiss atop Peppers head he spoke a she would be the head in place year round if she chose. “What I propose is strengthening you both while helping to protect the city. Yes, it may seem as if I am usurping Terrence but in the end that is his choice. I want you both to make this home even if it is not a permanent one.”
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Regina of the Décès Ombre Pride
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Post by Pepper LeForge on Feb 16, 2016 17:21:39 GMT
Feeling a little guilty as they were talking like he was gone already bit pepper if anything was a survivor at almost all costs. She had already settled her self to kill him had things gone sideways with eric so maybe that was disloyal but it felt pragmatic.
She let her self be held and thought they could create a lion utopia pf sorts under her guidance and with the kisses help. They obviously had resources the pride alone didn't. Even through aminita the money was fine but some things you couldn't throw money at. She nodded that she understood not trusting her voice yet
Clinging ever tighter to him and her like they might float away. The firey fem fetal just wanted to be safe for one in her life truly and this would afford her that. As long as they had a male face a stalking horse of sorts. No one would challenge and even if they did alliance with the kiss and her strenght would end them ir send them packing." ok I'm in but what we gonna do bout..him?"
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Post by Ray on Feb 17, 2016 20:13:42 GMT
He’d been sent for a job and it was all but done but in a matter o seconds it had also been undone. He believed in Ro’s mission and his goal sadly this was a case of too much too soon and the wrong horse in the race. He had followed Pepper doubling back as the Venatorious erupted in his oars and the sounds of battle. It was nothing too serious sadly the other Vindexes were having a moment with the Pride. Death wasn’t the outcome but dominance was. He watched staying clear and simply shifted and made his way back to the Pride house as he was nearing the porch he heard Tibs roaring Get Out he arrived too late to be of any real use and was thankful for that. Not that he would ever tell anyone. The master of the city stepped over the fallen Tibs and made his way into the house proper. Ray went to the fallen lion having felt the push of power from him. It was like opening a blast furnace door.
He was breathing. That was a relief and not he could feel the difference in him. It was there imperceptible to most but it was there. Whatever had taken place was not good he smelled snake or to be exact the remains of snake and scoured the office finding the box with the severed hand somehow preserved inside. It was a mess to be sure. One Vindex down a Rex who while Rex was somehow less a master of the city making house calls and all on the night of the full moon. It was enough to give Poirot conniptions. Sighing he knew what he need to do yet his phone was locked in the car and his keys were in a pair of pants in the room the Vindexes had used as a staging security office here on the grounds. It was not the distance between them that bothered him it was that the Master of the city was in the building moving as if he owned the place and the other lions who made it to the house were all blasted with whatever excess energy had escaped in their exchange.
So big as he was he made his way through the house checking each lion insuring that they were still breathing silent as he could be. He got to the ladies room just in time to hear the master of the city say ‘What I propose is strengthening you both while helping to protect the city. Yes, it may seem as if I am usurping Terrence but in the end that is his choice. I want you both to make this home even if it is not a permanent one.’ It was a coup best as he could guess and the two lionesses seemed to be eating it up. Peppers response caught his breath. She was actively throwing in her hand to make a dummy king out of Tibs and that was a straw too much. Pushing open the door he stood there watching the three of them in bed as if they were simply watching a movie and talking of their day.
“That is cold.” He began as other words formed in his head. “What the hell is going on,” He asked thumbing over his back towards the sleeping Rex and the other lions strewn about the floor. “I need answers, now.”
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Regina of the Décès Ombre Pride
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Post by Aminta Eliades on Feb 18, 2016 0:51:14 GMT
Aminta floated on the good feelings that were just suddenly there. She checked as she knew somone as powerful as the Master of the city didn’t have to make eye contact to manioulate. She found just her own strange thoughts floating in her head and sighed. She hoped it was something in the air. But in the end what she was feeling had already been sitting there in her heart. She feared that Tibs wouldn’t be strong enough and now even in victory he seemed one foot in the grave and the other resting on a banana peel.
She’d only stayed to insure Pep was fine and good and safe. She would be what with the Master of the City coming to her rescue yet what he was offering she couldn’t see. How was the Pride to be autonomous and yet at the service no indebted to the Kiss. She didn’t know how hat would work but if it took her saying yes to protect Pep and the Pride she would. Especially as what seemed to be offered was that she would still have her leave to come and go as she pleased. It was almost too good to be true and yet she believed he meant every implied word.
Then the other shoe dropped Muttonchop was standing in the doorway. He was as much male as she’d assumed and then some. He called to her lioness by the weight of his sheer male strength. He was Tibs but so not. Strong perhaps too much so yet he had a look in his eyes that said there was a mind willing to dare there as well. Whoever gave him his marching orders had to be strong nearly as strong as Gates. She looked from him to Gates and Pep. Neither seemed too fazed by his sudden appearance or the fact that unlike ninety percent of the Pride here he was able to not only breathe easily but move about under his own steam.
As he wanted answers and while she lied for a living she was in such a happy place mentally she just blurted it out. “Gates says he will protect the Pride with Pep and I being his point persons; we just have to find a male so the rest of the world will leave it alone and mind their business. You looking for another job?”
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Regina of the Décès Ombre Pride
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Post by Pepper LeForge on Feb 18, 2016 21:01:30 GMT
Pepper narrowed er gaze at the intrusion sitting up more fully not caring if he saw it all . she eye screwed him hard and gave him every bit of withering southern sass" i know you here to do a job cher but job over he won what happen after is none of yo concern. you got a dead teammate and two down stairs in lock up for killing him and then trying for the pride i..me...peppa handled it ya boy was to busy getting his balls wet to stop anything and yet cause he won in a fight he didn't want to have to be part of in the first place i'm supposed to trust him to keep me safe?..You not from here neither is he. We was a vacation for him ya understand? This man ere he been ere longer den you or i been alive he a native he know what it take to keep us safe so if he say he want my help den imma be smart and safe and help him and if dat bother you and your delicate mutton chop sensibilities then pack the crew and ders da exit."
Aminita had offered pleasantries and placations she offered him the truth. he could do what he wanted shed had enough lion men for the month let alone for an evening. " gates coulda killed him where he stood he still breathing his link to his gurl is gone tho so no more vampire strength or immortality'
she shrugged at that and never took her eyes off the man not trusting he wouldn't try for her out of anger but if he was smart hed either back off or leave entirely.
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Post by Ray on Feb 20, 2016 20:51:05 GMT
Ray looked hard at the lionesses and the vampire Master who was calmly waiting. The problem was Ray had a mind and a sense of loyalty. He knew things were not as square and neat as Ro had seemed. But that was his problem he always saw the best possible. He was willing to extend an open hand as the first option Ray was a little more pragmatic than that. It seemed Pepper was as well. Aminta he couldn’t quite peg she was fighter but not a physical one. Which meant she was probably a shooter which was fine in a pinch. But Pepper was a scrapper even naked and lounging she tried to make herself look bigger. She tried to win the fight before it started. He knew that tactic and had to wonder what had she gone through to set her on that path so young.
He chuckled daring to meet the young woman’s eyes if she was a male they would have been at each others throats simply because she gave offense not for the reasons behind it or the truth she was sharing. There was always a pecking order and lions never challenged it unless they were prepared to beat sense into each other. He stepped close enough to the bed to realize that both women had been happier than they let on with the vampire who was sharing strength with them simply through touch. “You don’t know my job. But you are right it is done and over and I will be leaving as will the two who’ve given in to their beasts and all the others. What you do to survive is no ones business unless you make it. When you get your head pointed in the right direction we can talk.”
Giving them his back he turned and left he needed to get some clothes, send some messages and re-evaluate some things. " And no I don’t want the job. Dealing with lions is not my idea of fun."
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Master of Maîtres De Sang
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Post by Gates on Feb 21, 2016 12:32:06 GMT
Gates waited until the exchange was done. It was the first of many testes that Pepper specifically and the two of them generally would face. How they handled the out of town lion would demonstrate how they interacted when faced with a challenge. He knew male lions would never challenge a woman physically under normal circumstances. But that lack of impetus to challenge at times led to other aggressions. Sexual assault was rampant within the lion community against both sexes. He considered how to best curb that battle of the sexes and had not found a way that wouldn’t result in house breaking them as a species.
Gates rose a hair as Pepper without realizing had begun to shield him and Aminta “Stop.” Gates intoned filling his words with a majesty none but a Rex or Regina would be able to resist. “These are the representatives of this Pride as supported by the Kiss. If you challenge them you will be spitting into the wind sowing discord and will reap tenfold in return. If you have questions now is the time to resolve them. If you leave with the intentions of making war of any kind I have a longer grasp than any save those I am reaching for will ever live and know.”
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