Seneschal Maîtres De Sang Kiss
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Post by Chidera on Aug 31, 2014 2:16:49 GMT
Waking for the night after having brought Remy in she smiled, it would be time for her playdate with Chance. Showered and feed lightly from one of the donors on rotation, going through her closet to look or that perfect outfit. Finding the black blouse with belled sleeves and putting it on then pulling a waist cincher out with lots of little straps to mount knives into. Her skirt was oldstyle hanging to her ankles in deepening shades of night sky, ankle boots and thigh highs tugged on underneath. Cinching her waist and the skirt under it it all flowed smoothly deep colors to hide the blood shed no doubt be wearing this evening.
Loading her straps with razor edged silver knives and smiling at her reflection the gloves on her her hand had the finger tips missing so she could handle the blades without issue but still get tactile sensations. Down the hall she went speaking when spoken to and even doing a bit of socializing but her mind was on what wait below. Down the stairs into what passed for a basement and then lower still but not to the level the court held. Fallowing the smell of snake she opened the door and found him there in silver lined manacles cuffed to a table with runnels for blood.
Checking out his exposed form and appreciative he was well muscled. Scars already decorated him and she liked it, but they would give him new ones this evening and teach him many lessons about what he had done wrong in not coming to them sooner to ask for help. Then she felt it, head tilting and smiling her playmate was on her way to them. Good tonight would be the first of two but they would see how far they could go to break their little snake king and if they didn't there was always tomorrow night.
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Kashyapa de l'âme d'Orléans Nest
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Post by Remy Saint-Vilme on Aug 31, 2014 7:15:03 GMT
He’d awoken not long after being shanghaied. He knew that the repercussions for his actions would be stiff. He’d counted on it. He however as diplomatic as he thought he was wouldn’t involve the whole city in dealing with a threat aimed firmly at his head. He wouldn’t run to the Kiss and Gates to fight his battles. Yes they had more resources but it was his fight. It was his Nest to protect in every way he knew how and currying favor from the Kiss was not one of them. It would have made him look weak. It would have invalidated his having taken power from Sabine who’d been using the Nest as her own little private army of assassin’s.
So the cold metal at his back and what would come was his debt as well. His plan of taking a few of the bastards with him making his death a quick one having failed he steeled his mind for what lay ahead. He was sure it would be awful. He was sure it would be taxing. He knew there was no code of conduct they had to operate under. So he spent the day meditating on what he would do should the moment avail itself. Between fantasies he also thought on why he was here. It seared the hate into his heart. He was here because some villain had sought to ignore the few traditions and rights of being a lycanthrope. He was here because a villain wanted to take everything from him. That villain would not be forgot nor would his crimes be forgiven. He would have vengeance not for his own pride but for the well-being of his family. He would have vengeance because of the uprooting he’d done to protect his Nest. He would kill that villain with his bare hands. He would not forego tradition. He would not launch an attack like a coward through others hands. He would take the mans life into his own hands. Yes he would kill him. But not all at once he would take everything for him. Then when all was lost challenge him as was right and honorable finally taking his life.
As the dark skinned woman vampire entered he closed his eyes and began reciting ‘The Prayer’.
“ Almighty Father, whose command is over all and whose love never fails, make me aware of Thy presence and obedient to Thy will. Keep me true to my best self, guarding me against dishonesty in purpose and deed and helping me to live so that I can face my fellow Marines, my loved ones, and Thee without shame or fear. Protect my family.
Give me the will to do the work of a Marine and to accept my share of responsibilities with vigor and enthusiasm. Grant me the courage to be proficient in my daily performance. Keep me loyal and faithful to my superiors and to the duties my Country and the Marine Corps have entrusted to me. Help me to wear my uniform with dignity, and let it remind me daily of the traditions which I must uphold.
If I am inclined to doubt, steady my faith; if I am tempted, make me strong to resist; if I should miss the mark, give me courage to try again.”
Guide me with the light of truth and grant me wisdom by which I may understand the answer to my prayer.
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Post by imaginary on Aug 31, 2014 22:37:11 GMT
Floating down the halls she smiled softly to her self the pretty little blond southern belle in knee length pink tulle over satin, matching pink pumps clicked on the stone and brought her ever closer to her destination. The new Seneschal had invited her to play and it made her like the woman all the more. So far she had taken the city and kiss by storm, it made the petite femme happy that she was willing to share her toys.
Opening the door at the end of the snakes prayer and head tilting then looking up to the woman who was almost as opposite as you could get from her own self dark and taller where she was light and short. Black hair to her blond deep eyes to her bright blue, amazing the contrast but the love of dealing pain seemed universal. " my my isn't this one a prime specimen"
Moving with a ballerinas grace she kissed his forehead and whispered" you have been a naughty naughty boy what shall we do with you first. Maybe force a change and take some swatches of skin? Or make you a pincushion full of silver knives..which would be more fun darlin?"
Standing up and going to the table where the instruments lay there were so many fun toys even some potions and liquids in vials. Picking up some silver nitrate and a quill she dipped it like she might pen a letter then went to a bicep, writing punished for horrible judgement and endangering the people of crescent city with my arrogance. In a flowery script then watching as her ink began to smoke and burn into the skin.
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Seneschal Maîtres De Sang Kiss
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Post by Chidera on Aug 31, 2014 22:52:23 GMT
Watching Chance come in and smiling broadly, having heard the snakes words and let him have his moment. She understood a warriors prayer when she heard one, nodding then hearing the whisper she chuckled that one was sharp and a bit scary with how her looks did not match her demeanor but neither did hers for the most part. She went and got a quill and dipped it writing failure across his chest in her own neat scrawl. The smell of burning flesh was so very interesting.
Watching the blister and redness she bit her lip, then picking another place wrote waste of talent. Each time she re dipped the pen more of him got covered till he looked like a print add of words everywhere but his genitals. Those were to pretty to ruin with the ink. Water was poured over him to wash the silver away but leave the wounds red raw and bleeding but perfectly written. They would heal but slowly he'd probably begin his new life covered from the neck down in words healing.
She knew he had to be starving, they had kept him down here and probably had not come to feed him and now that he was hurt hed need it more. That gave her an idea, she reached out to one of the others to bring her a nice well cooked steak and some other goodies. She knew once he could smell them it would get interesting.
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Kashyapa de l'âme d'Orléans Nest
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Post by Remy Saint-Vilme on Sept 1, 2014 1:13:06 GMT
Remy relaxed as much as his bonds would allow. He knew it wasn’t whether a person broke when tortured he knew it was all just a matter of time. For once he hoped his heart wouldn’t hold out. He knew it would. Hope was a funny thing it came unbidden welcomed or not it came. So he hoped. He took his mind away to that place where the body was the dream. He turned his eye inward. He’d spent the day not in dread but in preparation of this moment.
As the pain lanced through him threatening to take him form that sacred place he called to him the values that made him. The values that had led him here and if he was strong enough lead him to a much better place. Honor, courage, and commitment. He had the honor to stand for his people his nest those that counted on him. He had the courage to face the odds thrown at him surviving through planning execution and determination. He’d had the commitment to hold fast to hold the line no matter what the fallout.
He swam in the rivers of his mind knowing that whatever became of him he had done what was needed what was right and he would happily meet his maker. He was in the end a marine from tip to tail. It wasn’t until he heard a hiss did he realize he had let slip of his beast. The hiss was far deeper than any actual snake and he felt the occlusion of his eyes as his second eyelid snapped closed with a wet click.
Seemed he would ot be able to escape within himself and hold his beast at bay. The cold serpentine aggression that came over him was instead of a weakening of his resolve only strengthening it. They would not break him that easy. No he would have them sweat. He would have them work for it. Smiling as the pain coursing through him had tears leaking from his eyes like a waterfall. This was one of the singular most physically painful moments of his life. He was sure there was more to come. Coughing away the pain he struggled to keep his voice level or as level as the searing silver burns and the smell of cordite would allow he said.
“We all know I can’t hold out forever. Why don’t we jump to the good stuff I have places to be…Ladies” The last he spat out as if it were bile on his tongue. Filling his words with every bit of hate he had in his heart he closed his eyes embracing it owning it opening them to look on the diminutive pair of night and day. “If this is all you all can do is draw dirty pictures then I want to be moved to the real pro’s not you enthusiastic amateurs. Send in your boyfriends or maybe your girlfriends so we can get dis show on the road. To think I have been laying here waiting on you pisspoor examples of torturers. Bah away with you both , wasting my time.”
He wouldn’t do anything as base as spit it wasn’t his style. No he would lash them with his tongue. Hopefully he would hit his mark. The blonde seemed to enjoy this so maybe by insulting her skill he would get a result. The other he wasn’t sure of she had written the most but her tone and musculature said she was usually doing instead practicing such things as this.
As the writing paused he summoned every bit of his strength flexing all of his muscles at once then relaxing them. His bonds rattling as he did he smiled he knew what he would do. Flicking his gaze around the room he soaked in the ambiance for the first time. It mattered just as little as it did earlier but he saw enough. His heart started to beat doubly so as he began sweating with his exertions as he flexed all over relaxing again. Neither of them wore gloves no why would they his eyes twinkled as he made mental adjustments. Bring on the pain he could take it.
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Post by imaginary on Sept 1, 2014 1:43:30 GMT
Chance would not be goaded and simply tugged on a pair of welders gloves, heavy silver chain was threaded over his middle to account for his changes. She had dealt with snakes before and knew what they were capable of. She wiggled her gloved fingers at him and smiled" so very chatty aren't we?"
Taking a scalpel of the table and moving to his eyelids she deftly removed both sets his human and snake secondaries. Now he would not be able to close his eyes to the horrors, silver nail in her hands when she grabbed his flapping tongue and nailed it to his chest missing his heart. " there that should get us some quiet to work in mademoiselle.'
She smiled and whispered to Chideras mind that she might want to protect her hands the blood could be poisonous and she didn't trust their charge not to pull tricks. Watching the other comply she nodded and looked at him getting a bright light and shining it into his now unprotected eyes chuckling" peekaboo mr chatty cathy"
Moving it away again this one needed more then pain he needed mental lessons and she thought to her self, now what would make him truly sweat.
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Seneschal Maîtres De Sang Kiss
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Post by Chidera on Sept 1, 2014 1:54:51 GMT
Gloves donned and eyes narrowed, she grinned then so he wished to play then he wanted them to kill him it seemed and because they took their time and wouldn't he sought to push them to it. The tongue nailed made her laugh and she held her calm while Chance spoke. Then looking at him she said matter of fact." well if he doesn't appreciate our hospitality perhaps his wife would. She seems like shed be a much more fun guest to play with, her screams would echo much better what do you think?"
She knew in her heart Gates might not let them have his wife but how was he to know that how would he be sure that the vampires he had pissed off with his actions did not consider them all fair game. She tapped her finger on a table and looked at him. Yes he was going to be tough so what did one do with tough meat.. you tenderized it. She snapped a picture of their work so far flashing him again in those unprotected eyes then took out a regular metal meat mallet but the edges had been grinded to sharpness. using her strength and practice she pounded him out like a veal cutlet leaving little diamond shaped holes every where over the already wounded skin.
Soft smile when the food arrived they knew everything about him including his favorite meal and had prepared just that. The smell of it would perfume the room till it was a quite heady scent of blood metal and dinner.
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Kashyapa de l'âme d'Orléans Nest
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Post by Remy Saint-Vilme on Sept 1, 2014 7:07:34 GMT
Remy grunted as the knife sliced through his eyelid it wasn’t until they were removed that he realized that he’d hit the wall. The shock might very well do him in once he’d had a time to look at what they wrought. If he had a chance to look on what they wrought. His beast having ever retreated into itself as normal rose until I was just beneath his battered bruised skin. He felt it writhing within him he also felt a surcease of pain in its hisses. He for once didn’t retreat he didn’t seek to escape the embrace of its coils of scales. He mentally saw himself wrapped in them clothed in mail armor of scales. A multiplicity of man and snake both at once.
The nail holding his now more snake than man tongue still wasn’t silver. That was a mistake. The chain across his chest was it burned where it touched his skin. But instead of causing him stillness caused just the opposite. He writhed and tore at the bonds holding him as blow after blow landed against his skin. He moved not in pain but in an orgiastic ode to the lack of it. It was as if a switch had been thrown and he was able to tap into the beast without losing himself. As the blows rained like Thor’s own temper tantrum he knew his bones were broken but the chorus of pain hadn’t struck up.
Digging deep he did the unthought of at least by him. He shifted into full snake form in the most grotesque of ways. Instantly his arms and legs falling away dying on the floor. His birthing fluid exploding from him in a shower of viscous goo that coated everything around him in its gelatinous embryonic gunk. Rolling as his coils of scales sought purchase on the cold metallic table he shifted again until he was in an previously impossible state. He sat up on the table his tongue tasting the air a full hybrid of man and snake. His skin leaking his own poison.
He reached up with his now clawed newly formed hand removing the offending annoyance from his chest. The silver at his wasted steaming as it touched his flesh raking his scales in scar tissue. With no more than a thought he moved dragging the table with him as he struck Chance a furious blow that left her sprawled in a heap.
His serpentine head fixed Chidera with the gladdest of expressions then he spoke “Fight?"
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Post by imaginary on Sept 1, 2014 7:47:42 GMT
Chance had been careful but not enough and when he surged up and swatted her she felt her self airborne then blackness for a moment. Laying there she rolled quietly trying to curl up and get her bearings. Hearing him talk from what seemed like far away. He would not be allowed out of this room even if she had to get help so she moved her self to splash the door with the vial of silver nitrate hed have to touch it to get out it now coated everything. She slumped again waiting for her body to start healing.
She knew Chidera was good but this would be a measure how good she was if she could take him down again on her own. passing back out for the moment.....
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Seneschal Maîtres De Sang Kiss
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Post by Chidera on Sept 1, 2014 8:01:25 GMT
Exploded on covered in goop she frowned at him, then watching him sit up she had given him space when he swatted chance she snarled but then he did something unexpected. Asked her to fight that head titled at him and she thought for a moment he had truly lost his mind maybe they had broken him to quickly. Shrugging she started laughing softly at first then full blown laughter.
While laughing her hand went to her back like most women put hands on hips and when she brought it forward again it was gripping bear mace. The kind you used to spray bears to stop them from attacking it was like pepper spray but horribly worse. She knew he tasted things with that flicking tongue and no eyelids they had cut them off. Giving him a face full of it and using her speed she wrapped a loop of chain around his head and yanked it tight at the throat. It was like a choke chain for dogs made of pure silver. Using it to throw over a beam and yanking him up with it. Securing it tight.
A waist manacle made of silver spike lined steel tossed around his middle and secured. The last was a silver spike shed aim to put through his tail and secure keeping him from getting away. Hoping Chance would come two soon and keeping out of the way of those flailing arms and claws. Had he really expected her to fight him? Cute but thats not what she was here for.
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Kashyapa de l'âme d'Orléans Nest
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Post by Remy Saint-Vilme on Sept 1, 2014 19:40:46 GMT
The request wasn’t an actual request it was a warning. He felt as she was the only threat in the room it was the least he could do. The smell of silver against the door was a thought that he paid no mind to. She was quick which was fine as she splashed acid in his face he raked her across her mid with his claws following it up as she leaped past with wounding her leg. She wouldn’t notice te hits until her activity sped the poison through her blood stream. As she was undead it wouldn’t be fatal it would hamper her processing the stolen blood she lived on. It would slow her movements. Somehow Remy unlike previous instances was able to keep his tactical awareness.
The chain cut off a portion of his air which was fine he appreciated her being close. Using his height as leverage he pulled her closer. She responded by tossing the chain over a pipe. Kicking with his feet leaped to the pipe latching on with his clawed digits he stretched and pulled loosening the chain from it’s would be post. Bringing the pipe down with him he was caught by her spiked silver waist binding. He returned the favor by swiping her with a fierce blow from the iron pipe. As she grabbed her lance he twirled the piping forming a metallic shield temporarily as he moved so that his back was flush against the wall.
The room was a single entrance and exit. He knew that they were underground and he knew that despite his new found reserve he couldn’t last forever. He also knew that he would have to push her to murderous intent for him to survive this engagement. Moving blindingly fast he struck out with ruined pipe lancing her several times staying away from her heart. His aim was to punish her with a brutal enough onslaught that she would be hard pressed to do much ales accept return in kind.
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Seneschal Maîtres De Sang Kiss
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Post by Chidera on Sept 1, 2014 23:25:23 GMT
The pain of his blows lanced through her and she winced feeling that something was wrong. This had to end and it had to end now, the only thing that came to mind was she needed to feed and then it clicked into place. She'd sent the alpha rushing to his death with her power, this one she would turn into food. Stepping out of range of the pipe and shields rolled out hard and fast forcing a burning searing rage into him. Turning every fiber of his being into a raging energy burning supernova.
With him barely held about his middle she opened her self pulling the rage shed fed him now mixed thoroughly with his own. She could feel it touch her skin and start to mend it the slash he caused knitting the holes in her upper body trying to close. Sucking at his anger like a straw, pulling more and more into her self until like a sweater with the string pulled he would start to unravel.
The energy to hold him in beast form would begin to be in short supply as she'd tied rage to it something she could eat and use. Eyes like black fire and wind whipping the room while she took it all, feeling his pulse in her heart as it slowed with her efforts. Drinking him almost to stillness but stopping just short of his death.
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Post by Remy Saint-Vilme on Sept 2, 2014 7:00:11 GMT
Incensed suddenly Remy was unsure what was taking hold of him save it had to be her doing. Knowing that he was the victim of vampire mind tricks did nothing to ease the rage possessing him. In fact it made things worse. His actions controlled a mere fraction of a second ago became the thing of nightmares. His actions and sole goal was the destruction of everything moving in the room. His gaze bled red and the room was awash in a strange bugling call of an enraged snake.
He wasn’t sure of much save pain the causing of it. What felt like days later his limbs were slowed not by lack of will but by sheer inability to move. His returned eyelids having grown as heavy as elephants. Dropping to his knee he surveyed the destruction of the space around him. Judging by the torn clothing and blood caked and caking on the woman vampire they had exchanged blows. A goodly number of them. Judging by the state of disrepair of the room and the fact that the door was dented outwards he knew things had gotten beyond him and maybe a hair beyond her in the offing . The blonde vampire looked worse for wear but she was standing. Trying to laugh he managed a “heh” before being taken by the darkness.
HWat he would ever know was that the rage that robbed him of his senses drove him like a stolen horse in a monsoon and put him away wet. It felt like days passed but in truth it had been no more than a few hours and while they were worse for wear the vampires gave as good as they got. Subduing him a skill no one vampire could ever manage…
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Post by Chidera on Sept 2, 2014 13:34:25 GMT
This time when he went down they secured him like hannibal lector in were form. Heavy weight straight jacket tightened, silver chains almost thick enough to hold boats cris crossed his body holding him in a silver barred cage. Once the room was cleaned door put back to good service and Chance helped up stairs she came down and filled two dart guns with a round of elephant tranqs putting them in easy reach for her self near the door because no way the second night was going to go like tonight.
Raging him had been a last ditch and she knew it, he was a fairly strong alpha and it was a shame to see him stripped of his rightful place but they did not need the drama having him holding a nest in the city brought. Sabin would have had to be offed or backed down first. Neither she saw happening unless he pushed them and she found her self sincerely hoping he wouldn't.
Maybe her earlier judgements of the man were harsh she watched him, rest in the darkness shed put him in and shook her head. He'd ruined some of her favorite pieces and put many holes in her, she had to respect that. He'd even almost gotten out had it not been for Chance putting her self in the way and trying to wrestle him as well as the silver coating on the door. Lights shut off it was time to go feed and bathe and change she looked like she'd been through hell. All in all she considered it was a job almost solidly well done he'd never forget them.
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