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Post by Alexandras Haiht on Jun 24, 2018 7:12:48 GMT
Nodding in the affirmative Alexandras said hugging her back trying very hard to not hold on too hard. Or worse yet begin crying again." It was far more than I expected or dreamed."
Rebuilding herself using the tools and skills she’d spent the last year working on Alexandras let go of Melissa as she inhaled taking the warmth of her scent. " I’m glad you had a very nice visit with the pride here. I know its due to the old guard not remaining.”
Stepping back she looked over Melissa a frown appearing briefly. Knowing she’d taken to running and had lost weight was one thing this was something else. All the same she pulled the stopper on the tub. “That is a good idea. Tomorrow after whatever happens tonight will you speak with them about your weight loss? "
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Post by Mel Haze on Aug 8, 2018 10:49:02 GMT
She let her smile falter and sighed nodding" I've been a bit haunted and harried as of late and there has been a bit of a shakeup at the house..you know heiro has a child now and the mother is moving to make a claim of him and space in the pride house. I don't feel entirely comfortable there so i had taken to being with the sanctuary pride and caught a ..virus it seemed from tainted prey. the good thing is it alerted us to help the wild lions but it has taken a tole"
She shrugged delicately"I will be ok just need to eat a bit more and not stress so much and that's why we are here right?"
giving her an unsure smile. Then heading for the shower stripping off quickly feeling sticky. Aware now of what she might look like to Alex how her ribs were probably fairly visible and almost a bit ashamed of how she must look. Normally she had nice but not over pronounced curves more to the muscular.
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Post by Alexandras Haiht on Aug 12, 2018 7:19:36 GMT
Alexandras held her ground though the life of her was bent towards going to the lioness. Watching he smile falter yet return holding its place on her lips though the heart of her was clearly suffering Alexandras had no choice but understand better what it was Gates had said to her earlier. As such once Melissa striped and climbed into the shower Alexandras followed suit she disrobed again. The life of a possible futures past flowing through her. She climbed in offering the one thing she had in the present. Warmth and understanding. She slid into the water holding Melissa silently giving all the strength she had.
" You more than anything has saved me."
Once she was sure her words had weight in the lions mind she climbed out of the shower hesitantly relinquishing her hold on the lioness. She was a fighter and a true warrior whose actions were dependent on protecting others. Knowing she was cherished Alexandras hoped it would be enough to help.
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Post by Gates on Aug 27, 2018 2:05:40 GMT
The chamber had been prepared as if the Kiss was receiving visiting royalty. Gates had spared no expense. The chamber was bedecked in royal tones of purple, gold, blue green and a warm sunset orange. In most settings the design would appear gaudy or overwhelming. Here in a chamber this size it was the perfect balance. It smacked of the Harlequin but here in this city there was no fear of such things. They had repelled the would be shock troopers of the European councils will, often enough as to be old hands. As such nearly the whole of the Kiss was present. Two seats of honor for Alexandras and her friend, her lioness Melissa. Since finding out about the lioness he’d done a deep search on her. She was part of the Chicago Rexes Pride true enough but she was also a former police officer. She was also a nationally recognized Private detective. Nothing ostentatious, she however was very well respected in the right circles.
As such as they arrived he stood leading a toast. “In thanks to the honor of your presence, the gift of your time, and esteem of your enjoyment; Welcome home Alexandras and Melissa.” Motioning to their seats, he nodded having Christian brought before them. He was chained in place kneeling before them. Try though he might he couldn’t raise his head. Though he would not try he was truly a broken thing. “There is however a matter left hanging. And that decision is yours Alexandras yours alone to decided in the here and now.”
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Post by Mel Haze on Sept 5, 2018 10:07:16 GMT
she felt like a princess, or a celebrity, all the people attending seemed to want to talk to her or ask her about her time in Chicago. They smiled and gently reached out and laughed at her comments. It felt a bit fake at moments but she knew above all else she was safe with Alex and that Gates would let no harm come to her.
Then, it was time for dinner. The whole thing was a bit of a dramatic affair with both delicious rich regular foods and those providing blood to the kiss. Even they were ornately and decadently if perhaps a bit scantily dressed. Mel drank hurricanes and ate until she couldn't dare another bite. As they again mingled she noticed the feeling of being watched intently, almost stalked. as a lioness, it was strange to feel that you were being preyed upon but there it was.
Turning to look she noticed the dark-skinned warrioress in her beaded canary gown smiling and unabashedly watching her. This could only be one person if the pride was correct so she stood her ground and waited as the other moving like a silent storm closed on her. The sound of her voice was surprisingly soft, deep and cultured. With a hint of familiar flavoring that Melissa soon realized was New York." its a pleasure to finally meet you Chidera I've heard so much"
As the other prepared to answer they were called to gather so she nodded and quickly went to sit with Alex but kept an eye on the third in command until the man was brought out in chains. Blinking she looked to her companion with a question but didn't speak her concern out loud. it would not have been smart yet. This vampire might have done some wrong, it certainly seemed so from Alexsandras face.
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Post by Alexandras Haiht on Sept 6, 2018 2:14:52 GMT
The party gave her a chance to practice what se’d learned of herself in Aeolas care and her banishment. The subtle innuendo and knowing sly smiles hiding daggers behind the open civility. She knowing that Gates had planned on her being strong in his kindness of allowing her to live despite every reason she should have died giving her a hidden reserve of bravery not grown from silent rage. Even still as she felt the merest flicker of her rage return she but looked across the room seeing Lissa move as if she were a queen. She mastered every circle she found herself in. Mortal servant, vampire of the kiss or beast servant. She was a star. And the true flame to which the moths of society flew. All too long they were beckoned to their seats of honor and Gates was toasting them.
As she found her happiness the other shoe fell. Christian had been led out. His depravity across his flesh his hubris and vainglory a thing of memory. He was laid bare. The true monstrousness of his life visible for all. She knew there was another lesson that Gates was attempting to teach but all she felt was the need to go to him. She felt the need to show him how fine a thing she had become. She was still within her chrysalis safe and warm yet there was molting happening. Some strange beautiful thing beating beneath her chest threatening to tear free from her. If she but had the strength to go to him.
Standing she without thinking rested her hand on Lissa’s the urge strong. Go to him. Go to him she heard whisper. Her eyes brimming with unshed tears. Her mouth opening and closing with words she didn’t know how to give voice to. As the whisper shivered down her spine and the heat of Lissa’s skin firmed up her resolve. It also let her know that the connection between them he her maker was the voice she heard. He was even beaten casting to make her his thing. Even laid bare he would attempt to use her as is foot stool. It unlike any of her social anxiety summoned her rage.
Her right hand floating of its own volition towards the man her index finger pointing clearly to him as the whispers shrank. His power receding back into him as she fought off the manacles of his being. A tremor of power welling up in her. Her eyes swimming the sea-foam blue of bright pale blue hues. The power welling and swelling with the waves of her barely bridled rage. Her mouth opening as if she were drawing in all the air that could fill her lungs a hundred times over. Then as the power reached its crescendo still rising past she rolled her hand slowly. And as she did so Christian’s spine turned with her as if the hand of a god was remolding the clay of his flesh. The scream which began as a moan rising as she slowly inexorably twisted him well in truth just his torso in time with her hands’ motions.
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Post by Gates on Sept 6, 2018 2:50:25 GMT
The only sign of Gates being moved by Alexandras’ display or appalled at Christians’ screams was a slowly rising brow. His smirk of a smile unchanged. Sitting he sipped and allowed Alexandras to fight back against the shadows and ghosts of her past. When she had at last exhausted herself he caught her easing her into her chair. Fresh sustenance form the source would have been better but he had her sip more of the mulled blood which their sommeliers and chefs had used gastronomic science to create most the evenings apertifs and drinks.
He’d not had a chance to properly or at length speak with Melissa but she was of the Chicago Rex’s Pride and seemed to possess the pragmatism that the Rex seemed determined to run form until the last possible moment. Inclining his head by way of asking would she see to Alexandras he moved a pace to give them a moment of privacy so as to allow Alexandras to recoup herself. Catching Chidera’s eye as she understood more than most what had taken place with Alexandras. She had reclaimed some part of herself she didn’t know as missing. She was free of the shackles of her past. If any aside form Melissa could help truly it was Chidera.
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Post by Chidera on Sept 6, 2018 2:53:40 GMT
The night had been most intresting, gates had made this a fete to remember for weeks at least. When she had first spotted the caramel beauty on the vampires arm it had made her giddy. This Melissa tasted very clearly of heiro and now some what of pepper.
It was spectacular, she was also something to behold. A bit thin but the potential, oh yes. Having whispered to gates her thoughts and seen his smirk.
Though it seemed she was tied to this vampire that he had banished for a time. The prodigal daughter,given fatted calf and the gift she had personally made ready. As she finslly decided to speak to the lioness gates summoned them for his presentation.
She sighed softly and would have to speak with melissa later as her assistants fetched Christian. Sitting happily at one side of gates then taken at the drama which unfolded. Watching it all like a cat watching a mouse hole. That sly devil had power still but then his child did something most unexpected.
The rage in the air had chidera near moist. It was a feast most delicious and deep running. Mouth watering she was rapt as the pain hit the prisoner. Holding her self tightly to keep composer." Yes, show him your anger dear heart he deserves it"
Her words low but audible to those closest only but drowned by the screams to those further. When it ended she resd the cue from gates and took to the others side exchanging small acknowledgement with melissa "your friend has found a bit of what she had lost this eve. That man was vile and I'm glad you have come to see his end"
She sipped the lingering rage carefully using what she took to give calm and strength back.
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Post by Jackson Anders on Sept 6, 2018 3:13:55 GMT
He was never one for swanky parties though he tended to be invited fairly often. It was a sign of his go along to get along that he always accepted and always found himself having a good time. Though in truth he was always more at home in the open air. Somewhere with his shoes off and the elements about him. Especially if that somewhere had water lapping in the distance.
As such while he enjoyed the hooch and the odd groping he was ever mindful of the door. Too many bad people able to give good face in his opinion of the situation. Sadly, it would be rude as part of the catering staff though unofficially for him to leave sooner than was the right time. Of course, like most things when one realized the right time it was usually just past so.
As such caught up in the toast he missed the right time. Misjudged and didn’t want to create a scene as him running from the chamber would surely bring attention his way. As such he stayed rooted to the spot as the vampires of honor tore a man’s, well a vampires chest from his arms. Slowly and loudly each sinew being strained to its limits. His screams only ceasing because of the loss of that much blood. The scent of arterial blood filling the chamber like a perfume. Which as much as he was loathe to admit outloud was exactly that. The scent of the bay and gardenias and blood mingling into some altogether much too pleasant scent. It was a coppery scent and one that made him hungry. Even as he tried to drown the image of the vampire being ripped apart from his arms from his mind with shot afte shot had in quick succession it remained. As did the mild itch of his beast rolling on its back holdingits toes and luxuriating in the scent of the air.
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Post by imaginary on Sept 21, 2018 10:22:07 GMT
And so it went with NOLA and when the ladies left after a few more days to return home they had gathered beads and themselves ready to continue with the new found strength they had been given in the city. Promises to keep in touch had been made and bonds forged. Lives changed for better or worse.
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