Regina of the Décès Ombre Pride
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Post by Pepper LeForge on Jul 2, 2017 6:28:14 GMT
Brow raised so they were bold as well just coming in and getting comfortable. Oh honey they needed taught something quick. She rolled her shoulders trying not to get that angry itch.
This needed to be coordinated and smart. She'd touch base with gates and del to give heads up. She smiled." They will learn my little babies they will learn"
She stood looking to burt" have you eaten? We always have extra"
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Post by Jaedon on Jul 2, 2017 11:58:26 GMT
Extras? He thought Pepper was so cute chuckling. She cooked enough to feed an army of lycnathropes their was never really any leftovers to speak of but she cooked so often as to give the appearance of it. She reminded him of a Hobbit chef there were four breakfasts three lunches three suppers and two dinners. It was a mission of its own just to keep this many Lions fed. The good thing and one he wasn’t sure she knew on the top of her head her efforts to keep everyone sated stiffed and filled did wonders to stave off the urges of the beast. It was one of the many reasons his old Rex had when they were taking over all but pushed a liquid diet it kept the beast an onion skin from the surface and made most fight harder.
“Alright so they let slip where they were laying their heads we could stroll by accidentally instead of waiting for them to come to us. Interrupt their plans a little.”
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Post by Burtram Waters on Jul 17, 2017 1:11:41 GMT
Food was good he could eat but he also wanted to go to the holy place soon. Fallowing to the kitchen he settled letting her pick what she pleased to offer.
Surprised with some sort of new meat sausage that tasted like a fish and chicken had a baby. Dirty rice and beans and a hunk of corn bread. It was delicious and he was full.
He offered to do dishes and told them about his family his British mom and Nigerian father who told him of America. He'd tried to come practice medicine but ended up in orlando driving tourists to proud to go back. His loving mum had put up with it and got her own dentists credentials finished.
He'd grown up a bit of a wild child mostly latchkey and learned independance at a young age.
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Post by Jaedon on Jul 17, 2017 2:42:54 GMT
“Well at least you like one of us already,” Jaedon joked. His mind was deep in the mess of the coming others and his need to step up without going overboard. His first mind was to get the few ablebodied pridemembers he knew were up for some ruckus and run a few hunting parties. That was the smart fast play but they were a Regina down and he knew Pepper was a the heart of the operation but occasionally Aminta surprised him with a certain pragmatism. Not to mention Pepper was as loyal as the day was ong and would want to at least inform her partner.
He was however itching to bring the noise even if he had to do so at a whisper right now feel them out knock hem for a loop and have them rethink a few things was his idea. Get your revenge in first he always thought. “So your moms and dad bothhad your gift or was this all on you?” He asked truly curious about that aspect of Pretty boy as he was still clearly focused on meeting the spirits in the Venatorious.
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Regina of the Décès Ombre Pride
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Post by Pepper LeForge on Jul 23, 2017 22:46:17 GMT
Pep watched him eat like he missed a meal or two. She was glad ge was here, with him she hadn't felt her normal male lion distrust and then during his hystory she caught a few things that made that make sense.
He wasn't the typical of either male nore lion so it fit. She smiled and offered more he declined and washed dishes. That just made her like him more. Shw asked if he gad things ge needed to get and offered him a room.
They were close to running out in main house and would soon need to renivate some of the smaller what had been servants cabins on the land. She would pay for materials and get the pride involved and gates to send help.
They also would be down at least one member once chantelle got her due. So she didnt worry about how karge they could grow to be.
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Regina of the Décès Ombre Pride
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Post by Aminta Eliades on Oct 23, 2017 0:56:44 GMT
She’d been sucker punched before and probably would be again. But of all the times she’d been caught unawares this was the worse. She was sleep peacefully despite not being near Pepper and the Pride. She was knocked off her feet to the floor even as she was curled into a tight little warm ball on her all too perfectly soft bed. It took her a few seconds to breathe. But when she did not trusting herself to stand on her own she opened, flung wide her shields reaching to Pepper. Reaching to the feel and touch of home. Whatever this was whatever these phantom faces was had to end. She knew like a bad trip if she fought it, it would be worse. She couldn’t afford to shift here nor could she afford allowing whatever the dread that creeped at the edges of her to swallow her she knew it was death. No thoughts simply the action of reaching for Pepper and her Pride. |
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Post by Pepper LeForge on Oct 25, 2017 10:18:02 GMT
Small wonder she didn't drown while in the bath trying to get relaxed enough for sleep after sending jeadon off and settling their newest in a spare room. Though spare was getting fewer hense the renovations on what used to be slave quarters.
What startled her to sputtering after a mouth full of tepid soapy citrus water was the grasp for strength from nita. Eyes wide wondering what in the holy heck was going on. Climbing out wobbling a bit, pepper let the water out, grabbed a plush bath sheet and tried to make it to her bed.
Laying down and then she could focus. Something was very wrong in chicago and that meant she tightened ranks putting herself between danger and her pride. Aminita and her cord to them were tightened and strengthened. This was like nothing shed ever felt before and hoped never to again.
Oddly and suddenly she felt chidera whisper through her mind offering yet more strength. It was welcome for sure.
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Post by Jaedon on Nov 2, 2017 3:37:26 GMT
Jaedon had crashed at the Pride house partially because of Burtram and partially because it had gotten so late. He could have made it to his apartment. Who was he kidding cold water flat. But it was a bit of privacy in the midst of everything that was happening. What was happening was him finding the best only real sense of home. And yet he was so unsure of anything except he was where he needed to be.
Having settled down for the night his shirt and pants hanging from the back of the door he rolled over towards the wall enjoying the feel of the Pride pressing down around him. The inherent warmth that made him want to open the window and yet not. Then it hit it was the ghost of a punch. The last whiff of a haymaker that just missed by micrometers. A blow so strong even the back draft of it would knock down most.
Standing he went without pants his boxers would have to suffice. He snatched up the nine millimeter Taurus that he kept behind the door on his way out. This was big and he was bad but it was a sure chance that whatever caused this would be bigger and badder. Judging by the cries of pain coming from behind the doors he passed on the way to Peppers room. He felt only Pride no one was on the grounds at least not close enough to be felt. His mind went to the Kiss. The moment it did he felt the pall of death that was Chidera. She wasn’t the cold presaging death as she always was. It was something warm no less dangerous but all too leonine. He shook off the urge to open himself to it and instead slammed his shields down around himself as he tore through Pepper’s door. He immediately covered the edges of the room before moving to her.
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Post by Burtram Waters on Nov 5, 2017 6:28:34 GMT
He had been given a room settled in then slipped out to the spirit place. Avoiding the gators easily and near falling to his knees when he first touched the ground there.
Deep shuddering breaths and so many emotions. He felt it all from the first lions to hide from humans here to how pepper came to power. Eric's death rode him and he dug claws on half shifted hands into dirt.
As it became almost painful he felt something else trickle down the line. Pepper was fighting for all of them to stave off disaster. He threw what aid he could to sheild tho he was far from the strongest. He wasn't weak either just not alpha if he'd ever be.
He asked the predecessors for aid and odly enough they seemed to lke pepper as regina enough to grant it. So through their newest member they gained help from the other side.
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Regina of the Décès Ombre Pride
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Post by Pepper LeForge on Nov 5, 2017 6:37:17 GMT
Pepper felt the rolling emotion that was her unofficial third in command heading for her and heard the door slam open. She looked at him eyes lion gold." Chi...chicago..rex near death"
Panting chest half bare as the movement tugged at the bath sheet." Tied to him through nita and tibs need to protect the pride"
Curling up in a ball near loosing the towel further. It bared her spine the muscles of her back to him stopping just above her ass curve. Torso squeezing as slowly it lessened. They were saving him, this was a miracle almost.
He was fighting and that made it bettee but worse. So many others had to be feeling this.
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Regina of the Décès Ombre Pride
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Post by Aminta Eliades on Nov 6, 2017 4:13:47 GMT
Aminta felt the lessening of the burden on her and nodded her head in thanks even as Pepper couldn’t see her. The buffer raised gave her time to double and redouble her shields. Finally able to breathe freely she added what measure of strength she could to the connected whole. It created a small space for them and she could honestly feel them. It was a concentric circle and yet there was a different feel to it. Another had thrown in with them besides Chidera another lion. She was initially taken with the notion of shielding herself from whoever it was but trusted Pepper enough that she was sure it would work out. It had already begun to work out for Jaedon and them.
Rising to her feet she moved to her computer careful to move slowly and decidedly concentrating on keeping a wall between the unshakeable pull of death and herself, the Pride back home and what she knew needed doing. Whoever threatened them needed to be harassed and harried if not put down. She focused her efforts knowing it was no sheer happenstance. It had to be the snake King that Aeolas had brought them here to deal with. As such she having already done some stalking began attacking. Mister Smith had not gotten back to her yet but she could rain hellfire down on the enemy all the same. So that was what she did. She picked apart every electronic node or hub she could for every instance of him.
The message for Alexandras came mid assault she ignored it for the most part she was already cutting a debilitating swath through nearly all of the businesses connected with Doctor Sabin Shaw. The alias was good and stretched back years. On the surface it was solid but having dealt with enough forged identities she knew the tell-tale signs as thin as they were. Each foray led to more identities some held for months some held for years some used concurrently others only used singly.
There was a trail but it was a wide scattered trail overlaid with double-backs and redoubled many leading blind. Others leading into would be traps. Many dovetailing with a Caribbean warlord simply called ‘The Good Doctor’. She was appalled that they’d the Chicagoans had allowed such a villain license for so long.
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Post by Jaedon on Nov 6, 2017 4:32:36 GMT
Sure Pepper was not in immediate threat of physical assault Jaedon went to her covering her with as much of his skin as he could. Touch increased the sharing of power and strength. Upon touching her he dared lower his shields enough to truly give deeply of himself. There was a warmth to his touch but it was while inherently intimate was also inherently nonsexual. Sex as always was an option but they both knew that if and only if her energies dove in that direction would that come to pass in this moment. He was simply here for her in whatever way she needed. She was bolstered by Chidera and now Aminta as well as Burtram but they each were far removed. He was here. The Pride was here and while he hadn’t bothered to visually check each of those home now he knew that those who could would make their way to their fountain head.
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Post by Burtram Waters on Nov 10, 2017 17:04:58 GMT
It was like nothing he had ever felt before. The tiny tendrils of power were like spider web made of luminescence showing him how trong or slight connections were. He could almost stroke the strands and were he more strong maybe even snap or strengthen them.
Thats what it meant to be a walker between worlds for shifter groups. Lions bears and wolves all felt it strongly and differently. Bears seemed each intouch, wolves had one speaker of spirits like lions and could pull power but interacted with their munin differently.
Lions had one or two who calmed read and interacted with those crossed over and could use willing gifts to aid pride. Maybe here he could grow into strength, but for now what he could do was enough.
Feeling the pull of her turning toward the house. The spirits had touched and gifted him enough that burtram could move with it back to the main house and not loose connection. It might not be as loud or bright there but he knew it was what was needed.
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Regina of the Décès Ombre Pride
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Post by Pepper LeForge on Nov 14, 2017 22:38:13 GMT
His hands on her skin were like aloe to a burn she moaned softly turning into his frame. She clung for the offered strength and was aware of those coming.
Burt would be here soon and those in the house strong enough were opening doors and in bipedal and quadripedal form came into her room. Soon enough her room was full of fur and bodies and jeadon had lifted her to the floor on blanket to be acessable to the pride.
They curled around and on her but not to the point of smother because her protector wouldn't allow it. He growled at anyone who got to needy or rambunctious. His place was the big spoon at her back. They all begain to breath and beat as one, her heart to theirs.
This night would never ever be forgotten by them or the land they sat on.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Nov 25, 2017 18:41:46 GMT
Del sat as his bar lost in thought over what the texts hed gotten meant. Looking at them individually then as a while. A picture formed and not one he wanted to see. Partially as he knew his penchant for destruction. His own inimitable ability to rain down chaos on most situations. He still had the murders here to deal with. Yet part of him pushed clawed for a vacation to the coast to stir the pot into a nice froth.
He said his hand and didn't book a flight because Nola needed him. There was enough barely controlled mayhem here for him. Sighing as his work line hummed then pinged the began caterwauling. He answered finally with a "Go..."
He mmhmmed as he made his way in and up to his bedroom. Dressing quickly he kissed his cross slipping it on last and tucking it out of sight. Eventually with all of these happenings at the Cat it was due for a closing or worse. Seemed one of the dancers got into a fight with management and shifted. He hoped it wasn't as bad as it seemed but as it stood there was a standoff with a drugged out lycanthrope screaming about being cut off or some such. Sometimes he hated his job as the order of execution had already been issued. Didn't mean it had to happen provided the manager wasn't infected and no one jumped the gun before he got there.
Sometimes the Big Easy wasn't so easy.
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