Thread: Opposites Attract (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

It all happened so fast, clich as that was it all always happened so fast when the span of time didnt mean much when it was all just a long rolling blur with the odd blip or swell to be found, events like this. One second she was strolling listlessly, pacing without purpose, the next a sharp gasp rattled her dusty insides, searing pain rippling across her frail cage, what was left of her mortal coil. In a split moment of panic shed reached forward with both hands as if there was anything for her to grab, no salvation in reach, a shrill hiss that could shear viscera in and of itself came as her neck, and what little room she had to struggle were restrained with it. With her bare feet dangling beneath she seemed to have little fight in her even less as the Lycans claws pierced her flesh only a groan of relinquish so this was how her no-life ended? Without even seeing the face of her murderer? She felt precious blood in droplets, the menisci of each breaking, her supremely powerful vitae sinking into the Lycans nail bed, what a terrible waste it was she only had so much left, it took so very-very much to replace it, to heal herself, her old age was becoming more and more an issue especially in situations such as this she seemed to put up less fight than a human in the grips of her lycan assailant. In time, she went limp in her arms, no interest in wounding herself further should the Lycan give her a chance to survive this, to repay her in kind blood drawn as near enough to do it but there was only so much in the air, only so much on the Lycans flesh she could use. Release me you insolent mutt-bitch, nigh you regret this moment for the rest of your miserable fucking existence, I promise it will not be long, I promise the regret will be great. Her words were even, her voice smooth as the most luscious of silk on the surface but beneath it all it almost, almost sound as if there was a second voice a feral growl of some sort a contrasting proof of her power beyond the betrayal of her weak body. If youd come to speak you wouldnt leverage yourself with this violence, youve come to extort me. You may be intelligent for a mutt-bitch but still ignorant as the most daft of my children. Now-put-me-down. She whispered, and in the same tone growled the same strange phenomena persisting. So this was Tiruss successor Jovanna had to give it to her, shed caught her complacent just like shed caught her three thralls complacent, her complacency however was no just as broken as the four points of flesh on her neck. Bright eyes, she winced at the name, lids half closing over the name-sake, two luminescent icy-blue orbs, so very different from the burning red ire of her children, shed even used the handle herself in the sixties but that was fifty years ago and long since felt more endearing than anything especially uttered by a mutt. It seemed the woman intended to restrike the bargain her leader had forged with her, the way she did it spoke clearly she intended to up the ante she didnt come in peace, she came in greed, lust and pride of that much Jovanna was sure. It had been a wonderful deal they struck, theyd turned the entire city into a feeding ground, humans far more like the cattle she considered them than theyd been in hundreds of years, it had been a beautiful thing! They were re-writing history with every stroke, changing the rules, restoring the order of the night! once upon a time, little did most know and little gain was to be leveraged by telling them, it had been us verse them, all us, stalkers in the night against the day walkers even Jovanna herself didnt know who it was who put an end to that, where the blood feuds began and the fights for territory, shed been just a little girl by all rights, barely a few years turned. Some may take a deep steadying breath, habits of humanity took long to break Jovannas were in many and most ways lost to time. Internally she calmed herself, entirely, before speaking the strange second voice gone as she spoke in the smoothest of dictions If you know of the pact Tirus and I struck than too you know he cleaved any chance of longevity when he murdered my mate. That is off the table, especially for a brash mutt-bitch like yourself. Leave this place at once or see the squalor and filth your pack wallows in reduced to ash, it would do me great pleasure to cauterize the gaping wound on this world you, your brothers and sisters persist to be. the last few months have been little more than a period of grace before your inevitable end, so do as you will, my end only ushers yours in a swifter pace. or go and be allowed the opportunity to tuck tail between legs and escape. Not a single ounce of anger, doubt, any emotion really each word as apathetic and resigned as the last all save three murdered my mate.