Little Huntress ~Battle of "Right and Wrong"~

[Veroe]

IC: Batai and the Lion

Batai looked over to her and asked, "So what did you want to talk to me about, Miresroyo?"

"First can their kind become ghosts and two if they can where could we find Maxwell for Bishop to permanently end him or Isabella and something she can bond with to keep her with him in spite of Maxwell killing her," She replied, "Both would be best... I think that would help Bishop more than anything... I mean having you around like this has helped Rayna... right? Maybe if we could find Isabella first see if she would be willing to do this or if maybe she has followed him or something. I know sometimes our kind like to stay around the living just well hidden... could she be the same way and always close to him maybe?"

He rose back up from petting the Lion. "First, if someone of the Iledresoi like me can be a ghost then I don't see why a Vampire could not be one too." He turned to look over the dark moonlit waters of the Mediterranean sixty feet below the cliff they stood upon. Storm clouds were rolling in rapidly obscuring the bright orb of the full moon in the sky. Thunder began to rumble in frustration. Flashes of lightning sparked across the thick low clouds, and harsh gusts of wind lathed over the island. "Secondly, Isabella has been a ghost for more than a hundred years. Its possible she found her door and has moved on. Then we find Maxwell and hand deliver him to Bishop and tell him how to kill him once and for all with a signed in blood contract that he will never kill you or me or any ghost not well deserving like Maxwell and whatever dark evil like him. "

The lion rose and nudged Emily back behind him growling warningly at Batai.

Then he turned back to her his face dark and ominous once more. "And finally if Maxwell is out there as a spirit I shall not give him to Bishop. He is mine, to make pay for what he has done."

 

[Asa]

Emily

Stepping around the lion she was not afraid of Batai like this and her own determined temper flair again shook the outside realm as her eyes darkened even more and she stood toe to toe with him and spoke in that cold voice she used with Bishop earlier.

NO... you took out Maxwell from one world Batai costing Bishop his revenge for the woman he loved and lost... You got your revenge now... Its BISHOPS turn for REVENGE! Is that clear Batai?

Her form was shaking and the darker whisps to her form and aura returned as she stood there. Her eyes sealed on his her hands straight down at her sides the rage seeming to billow around her far more than she realized.

You have done enough possessing and making people nearly die and kill for you... ENOUGH! We WILL do this for Bishop to give Rayna back the brother she lost. YOU and I can and WILL do this for both of them PERIOD!

She was shaking now and could not stop her own rage was being augmented by Rayna's rage that seemed to now flow from the stone itself towards her drawn to her. She knew that Bishop needed this and to end him from ever returning would give Bishop a far better level of revenge than killing the physical body and leaving him a soul who could find its way back to the world of the living.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Batai and the Lion

Then he turned back to her his face dark and ominous once more. "And finally if Maxwell is out there as a spirit I shall not give him to Bishop. He is mine, to make pay for what he has done."

The lion snarled at Batai rising up between him and Emily, but Emily would not have it. She stepped around the lion and up to Batai, her face equally as dark and as ominous as his. Her wrath shook the heavens and earth of the sanctuary the lion had created for him and Rayna. Lightning dueled across the clouds. Rain and hail fell like hammers pounding the small island of the Iledresoi. A funnel cloud reached down from the angry greenish black clouds gouging deep into the foaming mediteranean and rampaged across the water like a child throwing a temper tantrum as she and Batai glared at eachother.

"NO... you took out Maxwell from one world Batai costing Bishop his revenge for the woman he loved and lost..." She told him, "You got your revenge now... Its BISHOPS turn for REVENGE! Is that clear Batai?"

He shook his head sending drops of rain from his eyes as he growled, "Why should I care if Bishop gets his revenge or not when mine is not yet fully satisfied."

"You have done enough possessing and making people nearly die and kill for you..." She replied, "... ENOUGH!"

He looked away at the mention of his misdeeds.

"We WILL do this for Bishop to give Rayna back the brother she lost." She continued glaring holes into him, "YOU and I can and WILL do this for both of them PERIOD!"

She was shaking and the island shook with her, violently. The water spout grew in intensity and rage. The rain punished the island now with a ferocity meant only for the archangels.

His own darkness shrank as he stared in open awe, "Miresroyo...Emily, where are you getting this...this strength from?"

 

[Asa]

Emily

When he calmed she tried to as well but she was not able to do so. Emily could feel all the emotions from the outer levels of the stone where Rayna's emotions dwell... her darkness... her sorrow... her desire to have her family in some form of one piece... it was all feeding into Emily as well as her own desire to help people and to find her place there among her living "family".

I... I don't know... can't... can't stop rage... can't... let go... can't separate from Rayna's connection to all of this and her feelings and mine... Help

She looked between the lion and Batai her entire form shaking almost violently.

Rayna

She was shaking a little not sure why holding tightly to the stone as if fearing if she released it it would explode or be gone.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Batai and the Lion

His own darkness shrank as he stared in open awe, "Miresroyo...Emily, where are you getting this...this strength from?"

In response to her enraged state the entire island shook and cracked the waters of the sea rushed in. The rain and hail and wind flailed the surface. The Waterspout hit the southern coast and in the distance he saw it level the village where his people lived.

Batai watched her attempt to pull away from the darkness exuding out of her, but she couldn't. "I... I don't know... can't... can't stop rage... can't... let go..." She said sounding half enraged and half panicked, "Can't separate from Rayna's connection to all of this and her feelings and mine... Help!"

He stepped over to her, and wrapped her up in his arms. "Sssshhh, you are strong, Miresroyo. Yes, you can." He told her, "Breathe in deep and let it go. Again, in and out."

Batai glanced over to the lion as Emily struggled trying to breath. The Lion stood behind them and lowered its head in an approximation of a human nod.

"We have to escape, Emily," He whispered into her ear, "If we are to save this sanctuary."

The lion's great mouth opened and it roared, loud. The storm clouds broke open and the sea parted and they were pushed, forced out of the sanctuary and into the townhouse's living room before a startled Darren, Greg, and Rayna.

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IC: Darren Cross and Gregory Wolf

They had spent the day watching television. They had taken turns on what to watch. Darren had picked first: the price is right. Rayna had picked some trashy daytime talkshow. And Greg had found on the Classic Movie channel Gone with the Wind and Darren had revealed eventhough he was alive when it first came out in the theaters he had never actually seen it. So they had watched it all the way through.

Only as the day had gone on there would be a moment where the entire house shook and made them look at eachother in consternation, but it would be over as suddenly as it happened and they were starting to get into the movie.

Then as the movie neared the end they noticed Rayna shaking, breathing heavy and clutching the stone of her necklace.

"Rayna," Greg asked, "Are you okay?"

The house shook again, this time even more violently than before. Dishes in the kitchen fell and shattered on the floor. The picture on the TV turned to static, and suddenly Batai and Emily stood before them holding eachother.

"What the hell is going on guys," Darren asked them.

 

[Asa]

Emily

She was trying to breath when the Lion forced them from the necklace. She stood there in Batai's embrace for a long moment till she and the house stopped shaking. Her eyes staring at nothing really till she regained her calm and in a way her own mind. She looked to Rayna biting her lip. She had such a unique understanding now of Rayna. She moved over to her whispering something to Rayna then looked to Darren and Greg...

Sorry

Then she vanished.

Rayna

She was enjoying just sitting there curled up between the two of them as they took turns watching tv. Soon all the images began to blend together as she felt emotions long gone beginning to regain their strangle hold in her. Feeling the house shake she knew that meant there was something wrong with Emily and became worried as she called to Batai quietly sure she was slipping into the Madness or something. Then she saw them appear and felt for a moment an almost emotional link with Emily. She listened as Emily whispered and smiled to her till she vanished. Looking to Batai she knew the lion would not show him anything from her tie to the stone but Emily... what could Emily have revealed to him of her darkness after he died.

I am sure everything will be aright lets just give her time to process all that she has seen and learned.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Darren Cross and Gregory Wolf and Batai

"What the hell is going on guys," Darren asked them.

"Miresroyo, entered the sanctuary of Rayna's necklace," Batai explained.

"Is that even possible," Greg asked.

Emily didn't respond to them she only approached Rayna and whispered something to her, and the three of them couldn't hear what she had said as she pulled away from Rayna and looked at all of them. "Sorry," She said and then disappeared.

"What?" Darren exclaimed, "She's gone."

"Where?" Greg asked.

Batai stepped forward, "I should go after her,"

But Rayna stopped him. "I am sure everything will be aright," She told them, "Lets just give her time to process all that she has seen and learned."

The three men looked at eachother skeptically but nodded to her.

Batai looked at them then at Greg, "On another topic. I think I may be able to help you with your Wolf."

Greg bristled, "This isn't yet another lecture about me getting along with it"

He shook his head, "It's a meditation technique my people use to get in touch with our animal sides. It will more than likely be difficult for you to do, given your attitudes, but it will let you communicate with your wolf."

Greg shook his head, "Thanks, but not interested."

 

[Asa]

Rayna

With everything that had just happened emotionally Rayna was drained and very much like Mother. She had not felt so void of emotion compassion and care in a very long time but that was not registering as she stood stared dead at Greg for a long moment before turning to Darren.

Perhaps Bishop was right. It is no longer time to fix people. I feel it best that I dismiss Greg from the duties placed on him by mother to be one of my advisors and protectors. Maybe you and I should move from here to the Hotel as all commanders of this city have called home.

Turning knowing that there would be protest from Greg and raised a brow.

Do you honestly expect that I can trust the advice from someone so stubborn and self centered not to mention the danger of you being such a divided being and there really not being anyway of knowing which side of you a situation might bring out. The timid little mouse the Self loathing pity party or the unbalanced wolf. You can be and perhaps should be relieved of your tasks and left here to wallow and hide.

With that she walked out of the room leaving them to figure it out of for Darren to quickly fall into step and walk with her.

Isabella

A faint voice whispered and just as quickly vanished.

Rayna... Please rethink this... do not lose yourself again...

Clearly Rayna did not hear her no one ever did at least she hoped none of them ever did. She did not want them to worry about her but she could not leave her job was to watch over them even to the point of dismissing her door when Maxwell was executed.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Darren Cross and Gregory Wolf and Batai

Greg shook his head, "Thanks, but not interested."

"The traditions of the Iledresoi should not be rejected so quickly, Canjou, Batai glowered at him, "Offering to teach you the vision quest ritual of my people should be an honor to you."

"He's right Greg," Darren put in, "You should think about this seriously. Your attitudes about your condition are not healthy, and as long as you see it as a curse you will only head towards a bad end."

Anger flared throughout Greg at that. Darren was his friend, but why was he betraying him by backing that nutjob Batai's new age meditation mumbo jumbo. What did any of these people know about what it was like living with a monster inside them....they didn't know anything...not like he did.

He crossed his arms resolutely, "I don't want to think it over."

"Perhaps Bishop was right. It is no longer time to fix people." Rayna announced out of the blue.

Darren raised an eyebrow at Rayna, "What do you mean?"

"I feel it best that I dismiss Greg from the duties placed on him by mother to be one of my advisors and protectors," She explained to him.

"What," Greg asked his heart dropping thirty feet through the floor at her words.

To Darren she said, "Maybe you and I should move from here to the Hotel as all commanders of this city have called home."

Even Darren's eyes were wide with shock at not just what she was saying but the anger...no, the disappointment in her tone.

"You can't..." Greg stammered nearly in heartsickened shock, "...Rayna, don't do that..."

She turned on him and her expression would melt artic iceshelf, "Do you honestly expect that I can trust the advice from someone so stubborn and self centered."

Greg shook his head, "I'm not...it isn't like that."

Undeterred she continued like an invading army with a battering ram at his castle doors. "Not to mention the danger of you being such a divided being and there really not being anyway of knowing which side of you a situation might bring out."

"Rayna, please..." There was a lump forming Greg's throat cutting off the words he wanted to say to her...or maybe it was just that there were no words he could say to change her mind about him now.

"The timid little mouse the Self loathing pity party or the unbalanced wolf," She told him, "You can be and perhaps should be relieved of your tasks and left here to wallow and hide."

The weight of the world collapsed on top of Greg as she got up and walked out the door.

He glared at Batai, "See what you've done?"

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IC: Darren Cross

When Rayna got up and left the house Darren followed after her. When he caught up with her he whistled low, "Well that was definitely something, wasn't it?" He glanced over his shoulder back towards the house. "It was what he needed to hear...and coming from you he won't be able to dismiss it...but damn, Rayna...you can get really scary when someone's pissed you off."

 

[Asa]

Rayna

Cold eyes as dead as Mother looked at him for a long moment in silence.

I know what he could be how much more live could be for him how much happier. I have seen far too many like him and like us try to deny what they are and have suffered greatly. I will not see that again. It is bad enough that I have to endure watching a very dear mortal friend die slowly when I could help him but I...

That ice cold wall nearly cracked but she quickly set herself once more.

We have work to do and no time for childish attitudes and there is no more time to fix things any more time to leave fixing things to those that live in the hotel and are hired to do so like Ember.

Her steps became determined as she turned from him walking again that cold callous wall firmly back in place.

Emily

She had heard it all hiding out upstairs trying to take some time to sort it all out. Suddenly that would have to be put on hold as her little broken but good family was falling apart. She quickly appeared down stairs right in front of Greg.

You have the GALL to blame him for THIS

Pointing to the door Rayna and Darren just walked out of

Don't even THINK about it Greg its no ones fault but your bullheaded arrogance and self loathing boo hoo woe is me. Wolf inside of you or not YOU can at least give Rayna a hug when she needs one Batai can't and she was his WIFE... I can't comfort you all either I think we got ya beat in the woe is me area... But you are seriously going to blame him for her leaving... Blame yourself he has done NOTHING but offer to help you in ANY way he could.

She moved even closer into his face darkening a little unconsciously as she did...

Is your ego worth losing Rayna MUTT? Believe me I have seen alot more of her centuries of past than I ever wanted to know... you are a petty little 5 year old not getting his way in comparison to the HELL her live has been... And you you self centered ASSHOLE are about to add to the hell cause you won't get over yourself and accept reality and learn how to better work with it.

Isabella

The young lady is right...

She forced herself from the shadows as she looked at them.

Rayna has only truly seen honest happiness when she and Bishop were young... During her marriage to Batai... and here with you young Emily and Darren. I have seen this cold dark side to her... if left to it as the show of determination and power that the Hotel will expect we will all lose her... Greg... do not take from our Rayna the happiness you have helped her find after so very long... do not allow her to lose herself again...

With that she was gone.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Darren Cross

"It was what he needed to hear...and coming from you he won't be able to dismiss it...but damn, Rayna...you can get really scary when someone's pissed you off."

"I know what he could be how much more live could be for him how much happier." She replied turning a cold gaze on him, "I have seen far too many like him and like us try to deny what they are and have suffered greatly. I will not see that again. It is bad enough that I have to endure watching a very dear mortal friend die slowly when I could help him but I..."

He could see the coldness of her crumble before she quickly recovered.

"It's hard, like pulling teeth." Darren nodded, but wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close comfortingly, "Watching a close friend flirt with making such terrible mistakes, but we have to remember to leave the choice to him, Rayna. Point out the healthier path he can take, but let him decide which one he goes down, and if or when the consequences of the mistakes he makes happen we will be there to first say we told him so and secondly to help him get back up on his feet."

"We have work to do and no time for childish attitudes and there is no more time to fix things," She pointed out, "Any more time to leave fixing things to those that live in the hotel and are hired to do so like Ember."

She broke free from him and began heading back down the street. Darren gritted his teeth. Whether Greg meant to or not his refusal had hurt Rayna, and this Ice Empress routine was her way of fending off any more wounds they could unintentionally give her. Darren sighed but followed after her determined to be there for her when the walls of ice she was erected around her hurting heart began to crumble.

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IC: Gregory Wolf and Batai

He glared at Batai, "See what you've done?"

Suddenly Emily appeared in front of him and glowered down at him, "You have the GALL to blame him for THIS!"

Greg raised his hands defensively, "Well he did bring up the subject."

Pointing to the door Rayna and Darren just walked out of. "Don't even THINK about it Greg its no ones fault but your bullheaded arrogance and self loathing boo hoo woe is me. Wolf inside of you or not YOU can at least give Rayna a hug when she needs one Batai can't and she was his WIFE..." She ranted, "... I can't comfort you all either I think we got ya beat in the woe is me area... But you are seriously going to blame him for her leaving... Blame yourself he has done NOTHING but offer to help you in ANY way he could."

"Help me," He repeated with a tone that said he found that hard to believe, "How has he helped m-"

She got up in his face and Greg sunk into the couches cushions as he could feel the heat of her vehemence radiating out of her like a blast furnace.

"Is your ego worth losing Rayna MUTT," She said her face darkening ominously.

"Miresroyo," Batai said warningly, but she went on without heeding him.

"Believe me I have seen alot more of her centuries of past than I ever wanted to know... you are a petty little 5 year old not getting his way in comparison to the HELL her live has been..." She growled at Greg, "And you you self centered ASSHOLE are about to add to the hell cause you won't get over yourself and accept reality and learn how to better work with it."

Greg rocketed out of his seat right through Emily and glowered at the both of them, "I don't have to stay here and take this." He turned to the door. "I'm going out. Don't wait up for me."

Just then a new woman appeared in the shadows in the corner. "The young lady is right..." She said, "Rayna has only truly seen honest happiness when she and Bishop were young... During her marriage to Batai... and here with you young Emily and Darren. I have seen this cold dark side to her... if left to it as the show of determination and power that the Hotel will expect we will all lose her... Greg... do not take from our Rayna the happiness you have helped her find after so very long... do not allow her to lose herself again..."

With that she disappeared. Greg turned to look at Batai and Emily, Who the hell was that..." He shook his head and raised a hand to fend off any explanations. "...You know I don't want to know." He turned back to the door and headed out of it. "I'm taking a break from all this insanity for a while."

 

[Asa]

Emily

Fine... run away Greg... and that is all you will be doing for the rest of your life... only now it might be without Rayna...

Emily blinked seeing the tall blonde haired ghost that she knew the moment she saw her had to be Isabella. She dismissed any more attention to Greg if he was going to be that stupid he deserved to lose Rayna. For now she needed to find Isabella again and try to talk to her.

Isabella? Its okay... Greg is like that Darren Batai and I will not let anything happen to Rayna. You don't have to run from us. Please... stay and talk I... I want to ask you something.

Emily looked to Batai for help support backup whatever telling him not to worry about following Greg.

Isabella

Greg...

She risked following him she had done nothing for far too long and now mother has plunged Rayna and her precious Bishop into the madness of the petty political structure and she had to act... to protect them and help them the time for hiding was over.

I... I know it is hard to accept when a change is forced upon you. My embrace was... not by any choice... the embrace in a way rarely is but still there are those times that it is... murder. I can understand... I do not know how you will ever do what Rayna hopes you will do with just one simple lifetime... it took me many to accept my transformation.

She seemed to sigh.

Rayna has always sought to help and "fix problems". I think its her way of keeping the madness that plagues their family at bay. I also know after watching Batai with Rayna over the years if anyone can help you to help her he is the one. There is one like you and me living in the Hotel. Some call her and her pack Abominations as they are werewolves and vampires rolled into one. She would if Rayna asked her to help you though her methods would be far more brutal. Do not get me wrong Ember is a wonderful if not blunt person... we were very good friends when I was... still technically living.

Greg... all I ask is please know that Rayna seeks this for you out of love for you.

She started to vanish unless he spoke pondering if a different approach would help this young arrogant pup.

Rayna

Blasting through the doors she looked around and was quickly greeted with those who were ready for her to begin tending to matters. Some seeing her eyes quickly redirected their steps to Darren giving her a wide berth. Ember walked up quickly noting the cold venomous air.

Is everything alright Ma'am?

Everything is fine though if people continue acting so fearful of me to turn to my aid instead of bringing to me what I should be dealing with I may well have you cull out those too scared to deal with me directly. We can not and Will not have such weakness in our ranks.

Even Ember's pack took a step back and her mate shot a glance to Darren curious as to this callous cruel change in Rayna's demeanor. Ember simply bowed and backed up.

Give the word Commander myself and my pack are at your disposal. We will clean up and wipe out whatever problem you require. The various wolf Packs and families around the area will in time need to be brought in for an audience with you. I would say start with the young upstarts from the Eastern territory.

Rayna simply nodded.

Very well arrange that for next week I have quite had my fill of young upstart wolves and their petty views of the world and their reality in it. Darren see to all these needs meetings and ready them in order of urgency... I will be in my new home and office.

With that she made her way towards the steps and vanished into the upper levels of the Hotel.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Batai

Emily looked to Batai for help support backup whatever telling him not to worry about following Greg.

Batai shook his head, "Let him be. The Canjou has chosen the path of knives...Pain is the best teacher...he will come back and we shall treat the wounds to his heart this course shall inflict upon him."

He glanced away, "I must return to the necklace, Miresroyo, I can not be away from it in the state the sanctuary within it is in for more than a few minutes." With that he vanished.

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IC: Gregory Wolf and Deagan Gerrick

"Greg..."

Greg spun around at the sound of his name. It was that ghost woman that popped out of nowhere back at the house. "What do you want?"

"I... I know it is hard to accept when a change is forced upon you. My embrace was... not by any choice... the embrace in a way rarely is but still there are those times that it is..." She told him, "Murder. I can understand... I do not know how you will ever do what Rayna hopes you will do with just one simple lifetime... it took me many to accept my transformation."

"Accept it," He growled, "Why does everyone keep telling me that? No one goes to the cancer ward at the hospital and say your body's betrayed you but just accept it until it kills you."

"Rayna has always sought to help and "fix problems". I think its her way of keeping the madness that plagues their family at bay. I also know after watching Batai with Rayna over the years if anyone can help you to help her he is the one."

He shook his head. "Batai can't or won't help me. He's part of the your a monster just accept it crowd...well I don't want to accept it, lady. I never have." He didn't much care that he was the only person that could see this particularly nosy ghost, and as far as everyone else could see he was having a one sided argument with absolutely no one. One crossed the street to avoid walking past them, but another a gruff looking guy in a leather jacket kept on walking straight for them, but he did seem to be watching them intently.

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"There is one like you and me living in the Hotel. Some call her and her pack Abominations as they are werewolves and vampires rolled into one. She would if Rayna asked her to help you though her methods would be far more brutal. Do not get me wrong Ember is a wonderful if not blunt person... we were very good friends when I was... still technically living."

His brow wrinkled at that. "Just who the hell are you?"

The guy in the leather jacket was nearly ontop of them and Greg shuffled to one side to let the guy past them on the sidewalk, but he didn't. Amazingly he turned to look at the nosy ghost woman face to face saying, "Sorry about this." His hand raised and in it was a solid iron bar and thrust it through her. She vanished dissipated by the metal like vapor in the wind to recoalesce wherever her source in the world was.

"What the hell, Unfff-" Greg stammered as the man pivoted and his fist slammed into his face. He fell back bouncing off a parked car and onto the sidewalk. He lifted a hand to his nose and it came back with blood on it. "Who the hell are you? Why did you do that? What do you want?"

His head shifted as he looked down at him a look with disappointment. "Come on, I just gave you a bloody nose, and you're gonna stay down like a pussy." He raised his hand again and the iron bar clanged on the sidewalk in front of Greg. "There you can use that, now come on, little cub, show me what you got."

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IC: Darren Cross

Darren followed right behind Rayna wishing he could swat the back of Greg's head for putting her in such a mood. But he couldn't, he wasn't around Greg, and giving him the smack he deserved wouldn't help besides making Darren feel better. He was here and all he could do was be there for Rayna as what Greg had said had hurt her. He would be there for her. Whenever she summed up the courage to care again.

She burst through the Hotel's lobby doors and the Vampires within noting her rather harsh demeanor gave her a wide berth, and swarmed Darren. Of course they were curious about what had made Rayna so much like the handmaiden of death itself all of a sudden. What was even worse were the ones that brought decisions to him...who the fuck cared what color they should change the sheets and curtains in the hotel...couldn't they figure that one out on their own? Yet Darren pushed his way through the throng to take his place behind Rayna.

Ember sensing an opportunity to suck up to the new boss had already approached her. Darren had to give her points for having the courage to do so given that Rayna looked like she had the patience of Attilla the Hunn right now and given the precedent of one of the commanders of the city had lost her temper with a subordinate and dismembered him alive in this same hotel lobby years ago....well coming up to Rayna right now took some brass balls.

He came up to them as Rayna answered Ember's question, "Everything is fine though if people continue acting so fearful of me to turn to my aid instead of bringing to me what I should be dealing with I may well have you cull out those too scared to deal with me directly. We can not and Will not have such weakness in our ranks."

The other vampires widened their distance from her, others tried to look busy doing small jobs and hoping they didn't draw Rayna's ire.

"Give the word Commander myself and my pack are at your disposal. We will clean up and wipe out whatever problem you require." Came Ember's reply. Typical, bloodthirsty, she's a hammer and everything and everyone looked like a nail to her, Ember. "The various wolf Packs and families around the area will in time need to be brought in for an audience with you. I would say start with the young upstarts from the Eastern territory."

Darren shook his head, "Good luck with that, most of them are too independent and pig-headed to agree to anything or with anyone. If their house was burning down, and we pointed out the way out for them. They'd stand there arms crossed refusing to follow just to spite us." To Rayna, "I suggest taking the most diplomatic approach possible."

Instead she nodded to Ember saying, "Very well arrange that for next week I have quite had my fill of young upstart wolves and their petty views of the world and their reality in it." She turned to Darren, "Darren see to all these needs meetings and ready them in order of urgency... I will be in my new home and office."

He nodded, "Sure."

She left then and Darren turned to the Vampires milling about, "You heard your new boss...let's go through all that again." He pointed to one, "Bring a pen and paper. The color of the sheets and curtains are definitely going on the don't bother the boss with list." Scowling at the woman who had asked him that one.

 

[Asa]

Emily

Yeah... whatever I was asking for help with calling Isabella back... That was her... right?

She sighed watching him leave understanding why and vanished to follow Rayna and Darren. Maybe coming home to an empty house would be another decent swift kick in the ass to his petty attitude.

Rayna

Slamming the door she looked over some messages on what was now her desk and sighed. Various houses of Blood dolls and warriors already seeking to speak with her or that mother told them they would have to deal with her now instead. Just how long had that arrogant woman been planning this.

Sitting down behind the desk she stared out the window unable to stop her mind from wandering over what she felt sure she has completely lost with Greg's hatred of himself being stronger than his trust or anything in anyone else. Her eyes moved to a painting of one of the great old ones of legend... a wildcard like her who had led nearly the whole of the Vampire kingdoms of Europe single handedly till Rome began far too wise and well equipped for his liking arriving in America to do the same thing from nearly nothing.
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Mother placed your painting here on purpose didn't she Old man? Shove that constant reminder that no matter how wild how restless and how unpredictable I can be that I can do this job she let land on me. Big difference that she does not seem to see. You could communicate and help all of the old races... I can't even convince one young wolf of anything good that his life could be or that he could still offer this world even as a wolf.

She sat back in the chair and closed her eyes drifting into a troubled sleep as a blood tear slowly slithered down her face.

Ember

As Rayna left she nodded to one of her pack to follow her and watch over her while she remained in the main hall to aid Darren and keep all of these nervous old fools calm or at least dialed down long enough to get the job done without freakingo ut and bringing the wrath that was Rayna back down the stairs.

What has brought about the wading in the shallows of the madness in Rayna Darren? Who is the wolf she speaks of? I can prepare the others to be on guard for this wolf if need be.

Isabella

She reformed in the hotel... her room for so long that she had even for a time shared with Bishop. She sensed Rayna and Darren here and biting her lip she wanted to let them know that Greg was perhaps in trouble but she feared the others seeing her. She focused on Ember or Darren, Rayna was not in the right mind to deal with the matter without perhaps starting a war.

We have to help your young wolf friend Darren.

Ember we... we must speak... One of the new commanders advisers is in danger.

She did not know who would hear her and who would answer her but she hoped one of them would and soon.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Gregory Wolf and Deagan Gerrick and Soren Mendoza

He swung the iron bar. The jerk in the leather jacket stepped to the side and Greg's swing hit only air. The guy moved so fast. His fist slammed into Greg's stomach with enough force to lift him off the sidewalk. Greg landed going to his knees doubled over arms wrapped over his stomach and trying to catch the breath he lost between hacking coughs.

"Damn," The asshole groused, "Get up, don't be such a pussy."

"Who are you," Greg managed to croak out.

"Right now, I'm the guy kicking your weak ass." He laughed, "So what now, pussy-boy? You gonna run to your Vampire-bitch? Maybe the blood-sucker you room with? What'sa matter, pussy, can't fight your own battles?"

He swung the bar at the guy's knee, but he saw that coming. The guy raised his cowboy booted foot and it caught his wrist pinning it against the sidewalk. "You've never been in a real fight have you, pussy? No, you run and hide, and complain like a fourteen year old girl." He put pressure on his foot crushing his trapped wrist.

Yelping at the pain Greg grabbed the man's ankle trying to pull it off his arm. That fist hammered right into his temple making double images swim in his eyes.

"You're pathetic. You don't deserve to be one of us."

"Deagan," An old man in a black Chevy Tahoe called out from the middle of the street. "I told you not to approach Mr. Wolf."

Deagan backed away at the older man's words. "I got tired of waiting and watching this loser." He pointed down at Greg, "We don't need him."

The old man perked an eyebrow at that. He asked menacingly, "Deagan, are you challenging my leadership of the tribe?"

Deagan shook his head, and Greg was surprised to see the brusk asshole actually scared of pissing off the frail old man off, "No, you are the Alpha of the Marucdresoi. You lead. I follow."

The old man nodded then turned his attention to Greg. "Hello Mr. Wolf. My name is Soren Mendosa. It is good to meet you again?"

"Again...I..." Greg rose to his feet staring at the old-timer. "Wait...I remember you. You were there...at the campsite in the state park...the night I..."

Soren nodded, "The night of the full moon...the night I chose you, or rather my wolf chose you."

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IC: Darren Cross

She left then and Darren turned to the Vampires milling about, "You heard your new boss...let's go through all that again." He pointed to one, "Bring a pen and paper. The color of the sheets and curtains are definitely going on the don't bother the boss with list." Scowling at the woman who had asked him that one.

"What has brought about the wading in the shallows of the madness in Rayna, Darren," Ember asked him outright.

He scowled at her indelicate wording. "Don't worry we have it under control. Sorry to ruin your day, Ember, but there's no need to eviscerate anybody today."

She ignored his deflection and charged forward. "Who is the wolf she speaks of? I can prepare the others to be on guard for this wolf if need be."

Suddenly a tall statuesque blond appeared before them. "We have to help your young wolf friend Darren. Ember we... we must speak... One of the new commanders advisers is in danger." Then she disappeared to wherever she came from.

Darren turned to Ember. "Was that who I think it was? Nevermind, we can wonder if that was Isabella or not later. We have to go save Greg."

He pointed to her, "You and your mate can come too, but only because I need you two's tracking skills to find him. But promise me no violence or any general mayhem, and you'll follow my lead, when we do find him."

 

[Asa]

Ember

A snarl curled her lips on instinct hearing one of those she is has been directed is possibly in danger. Isabella or what looked like her appearing then vanishing did not help as she quickly turned around and began barking out orders to the pack. Sending one to stand outside the bosses door another to their house to make sure everything was fine and then looking to her mate she nodded.

Lets go... be ready to call Shayda it would be better to have someone the tribes respect enough to sit down and talk to whoever she asks than begin blood shed... yet. Jalla you are with us... Ishari you are with us just in case.

The last statement seemed directed almost to the roof or rafters as a bat like cry echoed out and was gone.

Lead the way Darren... Should the guard on Rayna inform her of this? I doubt that whoever that was will tell her.

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Rayna stared at that picture for a long time before beginning what paper work was in the office for her to tend to there already. Something was agitating her but she was not sure what.

Emily... Batai? One of you two lurking around?

 

[Veroe]

IC: Gregory Wolf and Soren Mendoza and Deagan Gerrick

Soren nodded, "The night of the full moon...the night I chose you, or rather my wolf chose you."

"You...it was you...." Greg stammered, "Chose me...why...why me?"

"Come with us and I will explain."

"Go with you," He repeated, "Why on earth would I go with you?"

Soren smiled wide and looked through him. "Because you need to know."

Greg looked at him then at Deagan who merely crossed his arms and glared at him. In the end he didn't have a choice. He did need to know. "Go with you where?"

"Would the coffee shop you first met Rayna at be acceptable to you?"

Greg nodded eyeing Deagan wearily, "I'll go with you, but not with him."

"Fine," Soren nodded again, "Deagan go back to the camp while we talk."

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IC: Darren Cross

"Lead the way Darren..." Ember turned to him. "Should the guard on Rayna inform her of this? I doubt that whoever that was will tell her."

He shook his head, "Not in the mood she's in now. Let's find Greg first, but I just needed you and maybe your mate, whatshisname there."

They left and appropriated a car and traveled back to the townhouse. Once he learned from Emily that Greg had indeed left the house after their argument. He returned to Ember saying, "Alright he's gone. We need to find out which way he's gone."

 

[Asa]

Ember

Nodding to Darren she looked to her mate in time to see Jalla and Ishari walking up.

Jalla nodded to them.

Wolves nearby... Not those the humans think are alleyway strays either... true camp...

She sniffed the air again.

Two maybe three... They are with the pup that holds the scent of Rayna on him as well. Ishari nodded to Jalla and the rest of them and almost seemed to vanish as she took off for her own form of scouting.

We should find him quickly there are camps around here that only deal with me or our associate on the police force and do not take well to someone who would have strong vampire scent on them as I suspect you both do.

Ember smirked at Darren a little before turning

Contact Shayda they will no doubt have told her why they are in town. If not tell her to consider herself informed. We will have death before we have trouble with Rayna having just taken over.

Rayna

Rayna getting no answer sighed and decided to go out for a bit. Sending for a car she informed the blood doll driver that he was to keep his fat yap shut about her leaving and exactly where she was going.

Twenty minutes later she was sitting next to the stage in the little old blues bar with the piano player singing and watching her. The old man knowing all too well her mental state from her expression and body language.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Gregory Wolf and Soren Mendosa

The Tahoe drove down the streets of boston. Greg watched the old man pull the SUV to a redlight. He had to be crazy to climb into a car with this guy. He barely knew him, and he admitted to making him a werewolf on purpose. Greg should punch the old geezer in the face for all the trouble caused by him, and storm out the car door. Yet he didn't. He had to have answers.

"Why did you do it?"

Soren shook his head pulling into the parking lot of the coffee shop. "Come. The news will go down much smoother over shared beverages."

They climbed down and entered the coffee shop. Ordered their coffees and sat down at a table. When two steaming cups of java were delivered to them Greg then impatiently repeated his question. "We have our shared beverages old man. Now tell me why did you do it."

Soren lifted his moca latte and sipped on it leisurely, a tactic meant to communicate that he was unwilling to be rushed. "I have long awaited this moment where we would finally be able to talk face to face, Mr. Wolf...May I call you Gregory?"

"I don't care what you call me or how long you waited," Greg snapped, "Just answer my question."

Soren took another leisurely sip of his latte. "Drink up. You're coffee is getting cold, Gregory."

Gregory rose up snarling, "Fuck you and your games, old man. You're not telling me anything."

He smiled and nodded, "Sit down, Gregory, and drink your coffee, and I will give you your answers."

Greg's teeth ground together, and his fist clenched begging him to let it collide with this man's nose. Soren looked up at him smiling and raising his cup for another sip.

Petulantly he sat back down and lifted his own latte for a sip.

"There now, Gregory, there is no reason not to be civil here," Soren said, "Now you wanted me to explain to you why I chose you and you alone among all the other people in that campsite."

He nodded his impatience showing.

"Do you remember what I was doing just before nightfall?"

Greg's head tilted as he tried to think back to that evening. "You were just sitting quietly staring at your campfire....for a long time....I remember thinking it was really weird."

Soren nodded, "I had descended into a trancelike state...and communing with my spirit guide."

Greg raised a skeptical eyebrow, "Spirit guide? You sound like some crackpot ghost I know."

"Ah, the spirit of the Iledresoi man, Batai, Yes?" He looked at the surprised look on the other man's face and laughed, "Oh, Canjou, we have been keeping an eye on you ever since that night, and why is it that you scoff at the notion of spirit guides when you know two spirits already."

"Just because I know two ghosts already doesn't mean I believe a bunch of new age mumbo jumbo about vision quests and spiritual enlightenment." Greg shook his head, "Now just tell me straight up the reason why you bit me."

"Very well," Soren nodded, "The truth is, Gregory, that there were many reasons, but the most essential reason is that it was your destiny to be the heir of my tribe....the Marucdresoi."

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IC: Darren Cross and Deagan Gerrick and Salizar Arosta

Darren followed after Ember and down the streets. Three streets over they came to a man in leather jacket and jeans sitting on a bench waiting for the bus and eating an apple.

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Salizar Arosta was old, he was old when the human Nazi's hunted down his tribe and slew them all but he and a few others. Their scientists dissected some others they poked, and prodded, and injected and mutilated and experimented on....he still bore the number they gave him on his wrist and the scars from those days both physical and on his soul. There were times he still woke reliving those long terrible years in Arndau concentration camp...The only one who ever pulled him out of his nightmares was his soulmate...Ember.

He had always been a man of few words, and he preferred to let his mate handle other people, and he would the solid earth under her feet. Unfailing in his support of her. As they approached the man on the bus stop bench he raised his finger pointing at him.

As he saw the group of people approaching Deagan spit out the bite of his apple and rose up. He didn't deign any of the abominations with Darren Cross any heed. As a proud hunter of the Marucdresoi these monstrosities, these mistakes against nature, were beneath his notice. Instead he focused on Cross.

"something I can do for you bloodsucker?"

Darren leaned in close and took a good sniff of him. "You have a friend of mine's blood on you."

Deagan nodded flippantly, "That tends to happen when I beat someone's worthless ass in a fight."

"I don't understa-" Darren never finished his statement as out of nowhere the man's fist slammed into his face causing him to stagger back away.

Deagan then turned his attention to the abominations and their leader, he knew of her, she wasn't the most powerful, but she was certainly their heart and soul, and damned good in a fight too. If only his fight with those pussy Wolf or that bloodsucker Cross he had just floored was half as good as she was. He couldn't maintain the advantage against her for more than a second or too. It was starting to be pretty damned fun....too bad she was a filthy monstrosity, or he'd consider sparring against her more often.

He locked her left arm in a textbook armbar and went for the nasty blow to her exposed kidney-which she quickly blocked and twisted out of his armbar in one smooth expert motion. Damnit this was going to be a long and tough fight-and the most fun he'd have all day, why-

The big imposing quiet guy that always hung around her like a lost puppy wrapped him up in a bearhug and pulled him away.

He struggled to break free but the big guy was too strong....so he settled with arcing a good wad of spit right into the girl's face.

 

[Asa]

Jalla, Ishari, and Ember

Fangs bared Ember was ready for a fight till Salizar stepped in now holding the arrogant pup off the ground in a bear hug. Cracking her neck she snarled staring at him. Stepping forward she was about to speak till Jalla placed a hand on her shoulder.

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Jalla had been one from Deagan's camp from before his time. Sacrificing herself to become Abomination or as the old one had called her for her sacrifice Ankou. Stepping around her Alpha she stared at him.

Deagan... pup you tread dangerous ground and I am sure Elder knows you tread this ground. The young you have attacked is the Wolf Adviser and protector of the new command of the vampires of this city... He is Adviser and Protector to Rayna. You will tell Me where the young Adviser protector is or you will face me as wolves not humans.

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Ishari stood back smirking. She was not fully sane and more than willing to rip things apart barehanded but she was technically for the Abomination pack more for intimidation and the balance with the "strays" within the city.

I will fight pup for Sister Jalla... Pup looks like bleeder...

She grinned that insane little grin as she circled them stalkng.

Jalla held a hand up to her but her eyes never left Deagan.

Where is the young Adviser... I will not ask again Deagan.

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A night black Charger pulled up to the bus stop as the passenger side door opened and Shayda stood up but for now just watched what was happening... This was a Vampire and Camp issue for now... the moment it affects the humans then she would step in though her eyes seemed to know who to stay locked on. Dismissing the presence of Darren and for the most part Ember and her mate. Her focus remained on Ishari Dreagan and Jalla. Her partner sitting in the car was also at the ready focusing mainly on the vampires.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Gregory Wolf and Soren Mendosa

"Very well," Soren nodded, "The truth is, Gregory, that there were many reasons, but the most essential reason is that it was your destiny to be the heir of my tribe....the Marucdresoi."

"Destiny? Heir of your tribe?" Greg scoffed, "Why in hell would I want that?"

"I realize that, Gregory." Soren calmly took another sip of his coffee. "That was why I allowed you time without further intrusion into your life by us."

"Intrusion," He asked unbelieving of this old geezer's gall, "You already intruded plenty into my life. It was a fucking mess because of you, and I just now got something good...more than good...something sorta resembling normal, and here you are to ruin it all again. And why because you're delusional thinking I'm actually going to take over your job. What did you call it...heir of your tribe...ridiculous."

Soren didn't take offense at his words, which Greg found immeasurably irritating. Didn't anything faze this old geezer.

Soren looked up over the lip of his coffee cup, "Ridiculous now, but later....later you will have changed your mind."

Greg snorted derisively, "Don't hold your breath, because that's never gonna happen."

"That from the man who ridicules prophecy."

Greg scowled at that, but decided to try another tact. "So what about the asshole that picked a fight with me. I take it he's in...what your pack or tribe...He didn't seem all that fond of me."

"Deagan like you does not believe what I saw of you in my visions about your destiny."

"Visions?" Greg asked. "You've had more than one about me." That thought bothered him. It felt like a violation somehow.

"Oh from well before you were even born. That is why my wolf bit you that night."

"You're wrong," Greg barked at him shooting up to his feet making his chair fall back over onto the floor. He reached over and grabbed Soren's collar and shook him violently. It was his fault...all his fault...this deluded maniac's. "You...you're nothing but a crazy old lunatic."

Everyone in the coffee shop had stopped their own conversations and was now staring at them. Noticing this Greg let Soren go and stormed off then leaving him in the coffee shop...He knew he shouldn't have come with that ridiculous oldtimer. The very thought of him as some sort of werewolf chosen one, what a fucking joke.
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IC: Darren Cross, Deagan Gerrick, and Salizar Arosta

He struggled to break free but the big guy was too strong....so he settled with arcing a good wad of spit right into the girl's face.

She bared her bloodsucker's fangs at him, like Deagan needed a reminder of the atrocity that was these people's very existence.

Jalla, the Marucdresoi's apostate, traitor, outcast, heretic stepped forward. "Deagan... pup you tread dangerous ground and I am sure Elder knows you tread this ground. The young you have attacked is the Wolf Adviser and protector of the new command of the vampires of this city..." She announced.

He chuckled darkly, "Then that bloodsucking bitch has a thing for weak-assed pussies with glass jaws."

"He is Adviser and Protector to Rayna. You will tell Me where the young Adviser protector is or you will face me as wolves not humans."

"You..." He glared at Jalla, remembering the good old days long ago when she was a respected member of the tribe. "...You stopped being a wolf when you let them turn you into this monstrosity, Jalla."

"I will fight pup for Sister Jalla... Pup looks like bleeder..." The last one...the one that was definitely the most dangerous...Some of the things he'd heard about this one...could even make him shit his pants, not like he was going to admit though.

"Just try it, freak, and we'll see whose blood is on the ground."

Jalla repeated, "Where is the young Adviser... I will not ask again Deagan.
"

"Yeah like I'd tell you or your new tribe," He snarled at her, "Fuck off."

"Enough," Darren announced rubbing his jaw stepping in front of Deagan. "Look. I know you're proud. I know you're a tough hardcore man. I know you don't like any of us and you won't help us in any way if you can help it. Normally I'd respect that...but my friend may be in danger and you're our only lead to where he is...so..either you tell me now...or-"

"Not gonna happen pussy." Deagan's leg shot up for Darren's face again, but never made it. Darren caught it in an iron grip.

Darren sighed before continuing, "So either you tell me now or I let Ember and her pack persuade you in her own rather violent way to tell me."

Salizar glanced over to Ember to see if she'd offer any direction. He knew Darren was the adviser for their new commander, but he followed Ember's orders. Despite being half vampire now the attitudes he had been raised with died hard long lingering deaths...and so he'd never trust a vampire enough to blindly follow their lead.

 

[Asa]

Ember Jalla and Ishari

You may not like that I made a sacrifice for the camp long before you were born but if I had not... Deagan you nor your sisters would be here. My sacrifice was because your father was even more pig headed and reckless than you. I do wish I could say twice as stupid but you seem to have him beat with that. Perhaps I should call Elder myself for answers or we could always get Shayda involved I am sure she knows where he is and would have no problem getting him here now to see you arrogant stupidity.

Ishari kept grinning at him she could smell the fear on him and loved the scent. Normally she would move closer but Jalla and Ember seemed to have this situation and she would never do anything to piss off Shayda Quickly watching Shayda she moved over closer to Darren and Ember.

Ember looked to her mate and smiled nodding seeming only to move her shoulders but it was a clear request to him to tighten his grip on the pup. If she had to she would deal with the camp and deliver this pups hide to Rayna as a wolf skin rug.

Shayda

A low warning growl seemed to emminate from her as her eyes locked on Deagan. The growl could be wolven but Ishari looked to her as if she suspected it was more than wolf. Tilting her head... Rayna's adviser pup was a camper maybe he would know if her suspision was right... Shayda... one of the ancient ones themselves living amongst humans... an Ursine?

Shayda as if realizing the insane one was piecing it together just briefly smiled to her then locked her eyes back on Deagan with that cold brutal unspoken command of Obey... or else I tell them and you get in trouble with Elder. Elder knew what Shayda was as did mother and now Rayna would have to know... just in case.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Darren Cross and Deagan Gerrick and Salizar Arosta

Salizar glanced over to Ember to see if she'd offer any direction. He knew Darren was the adviser for their new commander, but he followed Ember's orders. Despite being half vampire now the attitudes he had been raised with died hard long lingering deaths...and so he'd never trust a vampire enough to blindly follow their lead. At her nod his arms like steel bands tightened around Deagan.

"Where is Gregory," Darren asked him, eyeing Shada and hoping this wouldn't go that far.

"Fuck you," Deagan groaned thrusting his head back and slamming the top of his head into Salizar's face. He shook his head as the world spun around in his vision at the impact. Salizar was not affected in the slightest. So Deagan slammed his head into Salizar's face again.

Darren grabbed Deagan's head stilling it as stars and moons circled around it, "Hey, it doesn't have to go any further. You're the one that's pushing this, not us. Just tell us where Greg is."

"Whatsamatter pussy," Deagan shakily chuckled at him, "Don't have the balls for torture?"

Darren Growled wrenching his head, "Don't test me."

He looked around at Shada, Salizar, Ember and backed away from him repeating, "Don't test me."

 

[Asa]

Shayda andIshari and Jalla

Jalla glanced to Shayda who took a step forward. Causing her to glance to Ishari who had moved to stand right in front of Deagan. Ishari grinned.

Torture is fun... I will torture puppy... He looks like a bleeder. Puppy will give Ishari answers. Ol... Officer lady will not need to advance... will not make mess in her clean city...

Jalla moved to place Ishari next to Ember who nodded and held her less than sane pack sister still.

Jalla looked to him again.

You would not be here were it not for my sacrifice Pup... No... The old one is here in town too. Ishari find the adviser... Lead Darren there... and inform him he and I need to talk about his young tag along here.

Shayda smirked and looked to Darren.

Inform the new commander that a meeting will be required soon. There are things about Mine and my partners placement in this city that she will need to know. Till then Jalla... maybe your pack should take a coffee break.

Ember nodded to her with a brow raised but Ishari began to nod with a smile. With that she walked over to Deagan.

You... will return to the camp lands Now pup... that is an order.

Rayna

She had relaxed for quite some time at the little bar till a messenger walked up to her and spoke with come concern about some matters that she may wish to address at the hotel. The arrival of some more blood dolls as well as a small vampire family seeking a new home after the collapse of a traveling carnival they had called home till the owners old age passing. Standing she walked back with them requesting the assembly of her advisers by evening for a meet and greet of a less formal fashion so everyone can get to know everyone.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Darren Cross and Deagan Gerrick and Salizar Arosta

He looked around at Shada, Salizar, Ember and backed away from him repeating, "Don't test me."

Deagan smirked, "Pussy."

"Torture is fun... I will torture puppy... He looks like a bleeder. Puppy will give Ishari answers." The dangerous one put in then glancing over to collaborator cop bitch, "Ol... Officer lady will not need to advance... will not make mess in her clean city..."

Deagan steadied himself in preparation for some hurting but Jalla stopped the psychotic bitch and said. "You would not be here were it not for my sacrifice Pup... No... The old one is here in town too."

"Old one? You can't even say Soren's name can you traitor," Deagan growled, "Was all that bloodsucker cock worth it you who-aach!"

Salizar squeezed at that unfair and obviously untrue assertion stopping the stand-offish man trapped in his arms in mid-word. He liked Jalla, and was not about to allow her to get her feelings hurt. He knew how her outcast status to her tribe and her family hurt her deep inside. Salizar knew all too well the pain of losing one's people and wasn't about to allow this one's malicious words to open that terrible wound for Jalla. But he could easily go to far, suffocating this noisome wolf, or crushing him with his strength. He glanced over to Ember only stopping when she gave him the signal to.

"Ishari find the adviser... Lead Darren there..." Jalla said ignoring Deagan's jibe, "And inform him he and I need to talk about his young tag along here."

Darren nodded relieved that he wouldn't have to order a man's torture, "You have Greg's scent," He asked Ishari. When she nodded he said, "Let's go then."

Shayda looked to him, "Inform the new commander that a meeting will be required soon. There are things about Mine and my partners placement in this city that she will need to know."

Darren nodded, "I will." Then he left following Ishari as they continued looking for Greg.

Then to Jalla Shayda said, "Till then Jalla... maybe your pack should take a coffee break."

Ember agreed telling Deagan, "You... will return to the camp lands Now pup... that is an order."

Deagan rolled his eyes at that looking down at Salizar's arms, "It looks like I'm not going anywhere."

Salizar looked Ember and when she nodded he released Deagan.

Deagan got down and brushed himself off. He stretched his neck and a crick could be heard. "I was going home anyway, but since you and the cop bitch order it, I'm not going anywhere."

He crossed his arms and glared at Ember and the collaborator cop. "Only one man orders me to do anything and he's not here, bitch." He smirked knowing he was outnumbered and probably would be hardpressed to take these freaks out one on one. "So come on then monster let's do this."

This was going to be fun.