Seneschal Maîtres De Sang Kiss
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Post by Chidera on Nov 30, 2017 6:38:42 GMT
Once she felt the pride boost rhen lock down and close ranks she smiled. Now she could focus else where like baton gelp them hold out with gates till this passed.
The dark beauty could feel heiro an his pride as they stabilized it was almost over.she crossed rhe floor fast feelin a problem closer to home that wouldn't end well for the traitor to the pride. Chantelle had just got her due by being cut off from the safety. She was lucky she was strong or shed have died right away.
As it stood she'd probably not last the night as chidera knew del would be called in. She'd need to go to the cat as the vampire liason and with power enough to control a lion. Checking im with gates quick and off to handle this quickly.
At the end of the night the manager was ok and had locked him self away the lioness had been forceably unshifted by her and had gone into unconscious sleep and been restrained to be locked away.No blood on dels hands this time.
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Militis of the Décès Ombre Pride
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Post by Jaedon on Dec 1, 2017 1:39:13 GMT
Jae wrapped himself lending all he had his piece not far from his hand even knowing he wouldn’t need it or shouldn’t as it was very difficult to put shells into an aura and make it count. He was glad for all of the sun he’d soaked in earlier. As was he that Pepper was the anchor to them. He felt Aminta in the feel of it all but he had a sinking suspicion that was why it’d all began.
Burt was a welcome addition his ghostly ethereal energies adding surprising heft to the shields of the Pride. He wasn’t the only one to notice the lack of Chantelle. That was a glaring sign and one he knew Pepper catalogued as well. He was sure at this moment she had more pressing metaphysical heavy lifting to do but it wasn’t something that would escape her notice as an outstanding bill.
And as if she were the devil who’d just been mentioned a primordial cry for help went up from Chantelle. A metaphysical tarzan yell for help and a sense of her location. He ignored it and would do so unless Pepper demanded otherwise. He felt her absence Chantelle was a lion but in her heart she wasn’t Pride that meant they didn’t have to help. And wouldn’t shed a tear if something untoward happened to her. His former girlfriend often remarked how could he could turn. He wasn’t he burned very hot which was why he took every betrayal very personally.
Pushing thoughts of Chantelle out of his head he focused on Pepper the warmth of her and the feel of the Pride about them even Aminta all those miles away angrily striking out at someone. He almost felt sorry for whoever that was.
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Regina of the Décès Ombre Pride
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Post by Pepper LeForge on Dec 26, 2017 5:42:07 GMT
Pepper smirked and settled down that hoe was on her own she made her bed. Pepper slammed the metaphysical door on chantelle and washed her hands of it all. They would move forwad and plan their ridding the place of the rouges.
For now they would soak in each other and become strong together.
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Seneschal Maîtres De Sang Kiss
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Post by Chidera on Dec 26, 2017 5:51:29 GMT
Chidera smiled feeling judgement fall. Eyes flashing and smile wicked. The news was shared with del loud enough for chantelle and any one else." Well it seems officer that she is no longer pride. She betrayed them and they have declared her rouge. That means that if she does see tommorow she should leave the territories before sunset. After then she will be hunted."
Her grin was one of deep pleasure " and so we are clear as third of the kiss and the sword so to speak it will be my job to hunt. You've seen well what I can do"
Chantelle paled behind her looking for an out. There were few.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 26, 2017 19:53:26 GMT
By the time Del arrived the lion was trussed up like a Christmas present. He smirked some at the thought of how Chidera made it seem so easy. He hid his true more lascivious thoughts behind that smirk as well." That’s a shame but at least she doesn’t have to die. Sad though it is looks as f there is a choice. Normally I would be law bound to not let her die by your hands as she is a citizen and all. But a warrant for her death has already been issued. So I could arrest her throw her in the facility out there, let them rehabilitate her much as I hate that option its hers to take. Death is probably better though."
Del looked over the lion she was a looker that much was true in a lusty bawdy sort of way. H eknew he recognized her somehow but couldn’t be sure. There was some thing familiar about her like she was in the background of somewhere he’d visited or was connected with some one. Hed figure it out soon enough but as he worked over that nut he looked at Chidera focusing on her. She was dressed as always stylishly and yet practically as well. " Lets take a walk she ain’t gone nowhere. "
Once they were clear of Chantelle’s earshot he asked, “I Know we been busy and thank you for all you’ve done to help. But I was thinking you’d like to stop by for a drink with me. I really enjoyed our last outing.”
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Seneschal Maîtres De Sang Kiss
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Post by Chidera on Dec 27, 2017 4:59:10 GMT
She chuckled"oh trust me my dear detective if I really intended her harm she wouldn't have been trussed when you got here"
Fallowing him and then a true grin given" did you? Well then i regret that we again have let a crime be the reason we are speaking. A drink would be nice"
Things were still interesting in baton but a date or two could be worked out." So you really belive she will go into rehab?"
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 27, 2017 6:28:28 GMT
Del smirked hard enough to shatter glass. "I trust you far enough to be dangerous..."
He took in the weight of her and the looks from the other officer working the scene " I doubt she will. She of course would say she will but I guarantee she will tempt to Shanghai whoever bring her in. She the sort to work the odds."
That was where he knew her face from she was was one of Estelles girls. A success story as she'd made it away from the comfort house. His face dropped as ghosts of the past came rearing their head. There was a big bad guy who worked with Estelle years ago that disappeared. Sam the knife or Sam the butcher he forgot how he was described but eitherway they both took down the Prince and ushered in the new.
Shaking himself free of the past eh focused on the black beauty here in front of him, " Wait, forgive me being slow on the uptake did you say a drink would be nice?"
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Seneschal Maîtres De Sang Kiss
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Post by Chidera on Dec 27, 2017 23:57:27 GMT
"Then you will warn whomever collrcts her against such machinations?"
His response about the drink left her laughing softly " why such surprise detective..no fsith in your own charm with the fairer sex?"
Yes she teased and prodded but it was somewhat cute that he had expected her to decline. She cvoukd have but didn't want to. Immortality was long and oft enough lonely her master was busy bringing baton to heel. Things save the witch issue here were quiet for once.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 28, 2017 0:24:35 GMT
"None at all, Chidera, none at all." He smiled for true. "Was always told it's a hungry cat counts on the mouses plans for dinner." He chuckled the last bit as he thought of all the times he'd flirt as a matter of habit with no true goal in mind.
Thinking on Chantelle. He motioned a Uni over. Instructing her to read the woman her rights and see what she'd like done. He also warned the Uni to shoot to kill if so much as one shadow seemed out of place. He hated the facility but life was better than the alternative.
Once done he offered Chidera his arm, so he could escort her...
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Seneschal Maîtres De Sang Kiss
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Post by Chidera on Dec 28, 2017 0:43:25 GMT
The proverb was true enough and reminded her of a tribal one about a lion and a gazelle. She chuckled then waited while he spoke to the uniformed officer. Then giving her own look to chantelle a very clear and warning look.
Whispering into the mind of the lioness only they would hear. To everyonce else it would just be a warning look." Now little cat remember who awaits you should you harm the police trying to escape remember I make no threats only promises that I will go to the ends of the earth to keep"
The startled whimper that was replied let her turn to face del take his arm and keave knowing that the woman would go where taken but more than likely either become camp darling using her skill or be killed at some point.
Sliding in chidera gave no furtgee thought to the issue for now. It was date night after all.
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Post by Delaine Astin Vincent on Dec 28, 2017 1:02:45 GMT
Power whispered along his skin and Del fought the die-hard training that kept him alive all these years. Can't dance with the devil and not get burned he thought. Chidera was power made flesh. He could feel her strength even through his and her jackets.
He smiled at the thoughts that came. For while she was a power she also had a smile that could melt an iceberg.
As they made their way across the street to the Inn he held the door for her. Doing his best to not ogle her walk. He only failed for a second or two. Taking a booth where they could both see the lay of land he waited for the server.
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Seneschal Maîtres De Sang Kiss
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Post by Chidera on Dec 28, 2017 1:46:24 GMT
----moves thread to the inn matter of the long lion night closed-----
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