Thread: Borne of the BloodWar ||::Haru^Mali::||

Sitting back on the stool, Ishika crossed one leg over the other as she graciously accepted her steaming cup of coffee. She added lots of milk and sugar to it before taking a sip, sighing contently as the bitter sweet fluid traveled down her throat easily, nice and scalding, just the way she liked it. Soon her meal had been brought out to her. She took the top toast off and checked the meat. If it wasnt how she liked it, she couldnt eat it. Literally. She would actually vomit. The scar on her shoulder was still there, just a scar of a bite. She kept it covered at all times, especially around her family and the clan. She covered whatever scent she might have that was not human with a strong concoction. Like perfume but stronger. No lycan or supernatural being had been able to sniff her out as anything other than a human. They would always linger on her, thinking they caught a whiff of something else but on second sniff, it was just human. Sometimes her clan caught that. They were suspicious, no doubt about that. But she always played it off, saying she tended to get lycan blood on her during a kill. Which wasnt a lie. It was true. Seeing the trail of juicy blood swimming over the eggs and onto the plate, she grinned. She swiped her finger over it, bringing it to her mouth and having a taste. Mm Her eyes closed in appreciation. That was the stuff! Placing the toast back on top, she cut the sandwich in half and took a hearty bite. Perfection. Now, can you tell me what else you know? Miss Sparks asked. Well...I suppose I can. But I will need a little help from you too. Oh? What about? You can tell me about the murder that took place outside this joint two nights ago. I happen to know from Starla that you were working that night. She sighed heavily. I dont know much. Just that the person looked mauled, like they were attacked by an animal. Interesting. Ishika nodded. Anything else? Oh and they had some kind of insignia tattooed on their forearm. Like a crest and arms. She took her cell phone out and showed her a picture. Was it this? Yes! Exactly like that. Figures. She mumbled, putting her phone away and taking a big bite of her sandwich again, some of the thousand island spread getting on the corner of her mouth. She swiped it and sucked it off of her finger, subconsciously making a big show of it. So Miss Sparks hedged. Oh right. Edmure Talley has been porking Starla for two years now. She just turned eighteen last month! And hes...hes your age! She grinned. I know. Scandalous isnt it. But if shes pregnant, hes likely the father. Unless of course Starla has let several other men dip into her honey jar. Miss Sparks looked absolutely mortified, which didnt faze Ishika at all. Finishing her coffee, she pushed the mug forward. Refill please? Nodding numbly, Miss Sparks refilled her mug and then excused herself to go make a call. Though she realized she could have been a bit nicer about it, how Miss Sparks didnt know was a shocker. Everyone else did. At least among the clans. Edmure wasnt very discreet about it. He liked to brag that he popped Starlas cherry at the ripe age of sixteen. Mostly because she lied to him about her age, and even when he found out, he didnt care. He told everyone that she was the sweetest and hottest lay of his life. But he also didnt mention that he felt anything more about her than just fucking her. Poor Starla But since it was kind of obvious, she didnt really feel bad about telling Miss Sparks the way she had. It was her own fault she didnt know better of who was sneaking into her daughters bedroom at night and giving it to her. That was just...that was just bad parenting! Needing some extra zing to her sandwich after finishing the first half, she looked around for a bottle of tabasco sauce. Seeing one near a gruff brute, she pursed her lips. Excuse me, are you using that sauce? She asked, pointing to the bottle of tangy hot sauce that always sang to her lady jam.