Meeting the b team ( lions / vamps/ open)

She was shadow its self and felt them enter. Clearing her throat now dressed in dark jeans a deep butter colored top and black ankle boots" she is quite correct a lion I am not but they still have learned much from me and do not seem to have the same penchant for self destruction ...I am sorry for your loss. If you will fallow me gates would like a word and then you may come meet the orphans "

She smiled and turned leaving them to fallow her or not. She had raken notice of the large male he reminded her of Terrance some jaw tightening. She would have to quell the begining urge to take him to the play room. He was not her ex lover. Her lioness was not so convinced.

Pepper knew her but had still been snuck up on and then verbally slapped sort of. She felt like a failure of a regina chidera was right her pride was self destructive.

Sighing she nodded and fallowed quietly still thinking of what she had seen. Should she tell him the cops were galf ass invovled and that there was a pyromancer in town? Did he know just how bad it was the fiends all but living zombies.

Her words had stayed with him there really and truly should have been more time. Yet, there wasn’t. He felt them come and measured them. Pepper and Aminta were the bright flames they’d always been. The new male Jaedon however was a heart of darkness. He was a pit of anger and sheer ferocity so much so that he almost impressed Gates. He knew that with a nudge Chidera would enjoy testing the depths of his anger and pain. Though he knew the young lion was too dominant to really play well in Chideras games. He would need to be the decision maker and pain inflictor. If they could find a partnership level where they played together with a shared bottom the sky would be the limit for their pleasure. "I am glad you all are able to come so directly."



“You all need to hunt and replenish yourselves…That can be arranged with Chidera’s coalition. First we need to speak on the matter before us…” Gates began acknowledging their needs and how important what they were to discuss was.
 

Jeadon was comforting anxcshe took the touch offered. Shed tell him bout tibsvlater noticing how cher was looking at him.

She bit her lip sitting" for give my sass but we got a pride mate dead and rotting in the trunk just faught what looked and felt like zombies got 4 more additional addicts at home and just out ran da law so social hour is not on ma mind right now..you wanted ta talk bout somethin?"

Head pounding she wanted to run screaming through the halls. This was all a bit much.

She smuled and nodded" they jeed to be taught a hard lesson and probably are to far along to reverse the effects of the drugs pepper. Its sad but they are a danger to the others and thek selves."

She spoke like she was talking to a jumper on a ledge coaxing calming" you know we want you to succeed we backed you when no one else would have gone for a female run pride"

Smiling then looking to the others they would be the tell if there was one.

She gave a considering gaze to aninita" it depends how much how often and how far along into the addiction they are. The drug was made to make addicted quickly and severely. You can try drying them out but they are going to be a danger either way until they relapse or kick it. I understand the urge to kindness but dont ve foolish your lioness was at kistva month in to her road and you saw what she had become."

She would let rhem think on that

Gates knew that between them he and Pepper the next who spoke controlled the outcome of things. And it was in most cases a game he played well. Perhaps a little too well as he was always thinking of as the vernacular went the long game. However he didn’t wish to play games or win anything in the here and now. He had offered the two of them Pepper and Aminta power through him for their own ends and yet this was the first they’d come to him. At his bidding no less. He could have been angry or controlling yet his plate was far too full for such small minded emotions to take root.

As such he raised the remote form the drawer in his desk. Hitting the open button the panel slid and the flatscreen there made itself known. Lightly tapping the play button he allowed the scene to play out. It was the footage from Baton Rouge in all of its crystalline gore. The end results of the addiction on humans, lycanthropes, and weak willed vampires. This was a plague a biblical idea sent by some nefarious agent. He let that sink in to everyone present.

He would take Baton in a few days but he wanted them to have a plan in effect here, now, to stave off this happening here again. He said nothing allowing the images on the screen to speak for him and his intentions. He had spent large sums of lucre and influence aiding Baton and yet someone there assumed he was making a play to take over and wanted to send a message.

The message was received loud and clear. His response would speak volumes more.