Thread: Opposites Attract (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

Myra inhaled deeply, the smells of the city around her so familiar, the bestial presence inside of her allowing her to sense everything around her. She was a predator and everything that dared oppose her prey, the huntress that watched over the lower segment of the city, the slums as some called it. It was a rundown part of the city, a place where the poor and destitute gathered. The lower city was where Myra grew up and where she lived, a place full of good and honest people, hardworking people who only wanted to provide for their families but hadnt had the fortune to receive an education or get ahead in life. Yet those were not the people seen, people looked down on those living there, they were trash in the eyes of those who lived in the higher area of the city. It was a common misconception that everyone in the lower city was a criminal and a blight on the rest of the city. They believed their money and location looking down upon their proclaimed ghetto made them more worthy as people, that their class and culture put them above other people. Myra had lived in the position for her entire life, looked down upon by the people who had money, who turned their noses at others, ever since she was young. Even as her life changed, growing up, getting an education, and even after she became what she was, nothing ever seemed to change. Myra had lived a normal life at first, she had a caring mother and father who loved her dearly, a sister who had always been kind and loving, a perfect family. They were poor, sometimes barely able to afford food, but they managed and she had been happy. Myra had always been smart as well, as she grew up she became the hope of the family, their chance to escape the seemingly endless cycle of desperation that came with wondering if the next meal would even be on the table. However as bad as it was things got worse, the hope was crushed when her family was attacked in their home, mother and father both drained of their life, her sister hanging on to a thread but eventually passing as well. They were left dead and Myra was left alone in a world that looked down on her, an orphan. Then someone came to her, in the hour of her most need, offered her a new life, one that would save her from dying from starvation or exposure. From that day everything had changed, she had learned of another life And what killed her family. Vampires, they had slaughtered her family and then she figured out something even more life changing, about Lycans. Her new benefactor prepared her, paid for education, and even gone as far as to train her, letting her become what she needed to be in order to extract her revenge, or at the very least oppose those who thought people of the lower city were food. To oppose an ancient and powerful race. Then, on her twenty-fourth birthday, when she had been completely prepared, she was turned, made one of the Lycan clan. From then on she had made a name for herself, the beautiful Lycan rising through the ranks with both power and intelligence, a favorite of the pack leader and every bit as powerful as the males. So when everything fell apart, when her mentor and benefactor, the previous leader, died, there was a power vacuum that she was in a position to fill. It hadnt been easy, in fact it had been horrendous and bloody, but she claimed her stake and make her move for leader of the pack. Lycans were not a race that played by many rules, their long lives were governed more by strength and a specific type of honor and loyalty, traditions. Tradition didnt lend itself to female leaders. So it had been difficult for her to ascend, yet the most important of all traditions eventually reigned supreme, strength rules. The strongest becomes leader and that was just what Myra was, the strongest among the Lycans and despite her age nobody could compete, it made her unique and capable of doing things the clan had never dreamed of accomplishing, but it also came with its fair share of turmoil. There were people who opposed her due to gender, others due to her age, people who believed she couldnt defend them against the torrent of vampires that made their move after the death of their previous leader, and there were those who simply disliked what she was doing. All of those groups, albeit not being quite the majority, were enough to make her life a living hell. So when vampire activity increased even more Myra had to make a choice, she had to use the information passed on to her by their previous leader right before his death, she had to keep one front at bay, the vampires, and with the reprieve she could deal with the internal struggles of her new clan. The information given to her was not easy to use however, it involved the most powerful of the vampire leaders, Jo, the Queen and most respected of the vampire coven. She was the target and the one Myra could use to lessen the pressure coming from the vampires encroaching on the Lycan territory, feasting on those of the lower city. She couldnt simply stroll in or ask for a sit down, they believed themselves too good and there was no love between groups. Not to mention if word got out about her talks with vampires the internal struggles would only intensify, no she needed an alternative, something a little more subtle to get to the Queen and speak her mind, or more so speak towards what it was she wanted. She had the leverage to do it, all she needed was a plan. That was the hard part and it had remained difficult up until the very moment she had figured it out, when she got it through her head how to get to Jo without anyone being the wiser, at least until after it was over. She would follow some of her loyal thralls back, use her senses to track them after spilling a bit of their distinctly scented blood. Yes, that was her plan. That was why she was on one of the tallest buildings in the lower city, letting her senses try and detect the presence of one of the vampires having grown brazen since the change in leadership. Myra was a sight for any who could see her, standing atop the building in all of her extraordinary beauty. She had beautiful white skin, more pristine than one would imagine considering how much time she spend outdoors. Beautiful brown hair flowing down to her shoulders, slightly wavy and shining in the moonlight of the night. Her eyes shone a wild yellow as she peered around, usually appearing as a soft green but the use of her bestial side to track causes them to change in color and effectiveness. Her body itself is perhaps the most incredibly part about her, because as feminine and attractive as her facial features were the overall figure was something else entirely. Years of training and preparation caused her body to become tight and toned, perfect shape at all times, both her race and effort leading to that. A slight undertone of muscle, proof of her strength being seen, but there was no better word to describe her than stunning. Her breasts do not fail either, a rather impressive C-cup giving her a full chest and accenting the rest of her body well. That along with her incredible ass and charming smile brought the eyes of anyone and everyone to her. Of course as stunning as she was Myra never learned how to style herself, it had never been important and she had never had the money. So she wore simple jeans, white sneakers, and a rather tight white t-shirt with a beige jacket on top. They were practical clothing items and good for casual wear as well as combat, though the latter was what she needed them for when her ears finally picked something up. Without a moments hesitation Myra turned her body in the direction of the sound and jumped, making her way from one rooftop to another as she made quick time towards the sounds. It was long before she was there, her Lycan heritage making quick work of such a short distance, even if for normal people it would have been long. What she found were vampires, exactly what she had been looking for, cornering several lower city citizens. A snarl touched her lips, as much as she had wanted to find vampires of the coven she also hated to see their kind in her territory and praying on those who lived there. So without warning she dropped down, smashing the ground between the two groups and turning to look at the innocent people. Run! She growled, a small hint of her inner beast escaping in that moment before she turned to look at the vampires, three of them and none seeming too new to the game. Youve traveled a little too far I think you need to go back to mommy and get a map Because this isnt your territory. She wasnt being clever or making hollow threats, Myra was being matter of fact but shortly the vampires began to laugh. Myra didnt even wait for them to explain the humor in it, before they could speak she was on them, showing normal vampires why they didnt go for a meal in her territory, showing them that she wasnt the normal Lycan, that she was out of their league. It didnt take them long to come to the realization that they were outmatched, Myra had intentionally not finished any of them off, merely giving them brutal beatings to go show their coven. It was supposed to be enough to scare them into running without looking for a follower, and that was just what they were doing. The vampires were so scared of death they didnt wonder why they werent killed or if they were being followed, they just fled and they seemed to be heading straight for their home, to where their Queen lived. Of course she did know the area owned by Jo and her coven, even the general buildings, but Myra had a feeling the vampires would go running straight to Jo herself and if that were the case it could give her a chance to find a place to be alone with Jo, and she could finally have a nice little chat with the vampire about territory and respecting the boundaries set down between her and the previous leader, and why she should continue to honor the agreement.