Thread: Opposites Attract (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

Myra had heard stories, floating rumors about the Queen of this particular coven. She went by many names but there were several most commonly used names, at least by the Lycans, aside from the slurs like bitch and pale whore. These names were Jovanna, or Jo for short, and Bright Eyes, though the latter had only been used commonly by the previous leader. He had seemed to have a more knowledgeable relationship with her than any other Lycan could claim, and while Myra hadnt been aware of it until his death it had been because of their arrangement, an arrangement that had ended when she killed him. It was a bit intimidating really, Myra had trained under the recently deceased Lycan, Tirus was an incredibly strong leader, his strength keeping his position and his title of Iron Claw not just an honorary name. He had taken his position with raw force and kept it the same way, not being stupid by any account but doing as most Lycan did and ruling with force and raw power. It wasnt how Myra was leading, she had a more cunning and secure approach, actually using her clan to bring some money into the lower city and her power to ensure those who did challenge her didnt do much else but bark. Of course things were still tense, with some minor power struggles still ensuing she had to be careful, watch her back for the imminent attacks that would come her way, plan for the times ahead, and do her best to enact her plans for the clan in the meantime. It hadnt been long since she took over however and it would be some time before she could rule from a place of stability, and probably even longer for the entire clan, and the other lesser clans of the city, to bend their knee and do what she said without question. It would come eventually though, Tirus has been sure of that, he had picked her and trained her due to the potential he saw, being able to see what people were worth being his most special ability. That night was going to be the first chance to Myra to prove herself, to bring a bit of stability to the clan by trying to regain a secret agreement with the Vampire Queen, with Bright Eyes. Towards that end she had followed her people, the three Vampires she had thrashed running with such reckless abandon that they forgot to cover their tracks or look for someone following them. Perhaps it was arrogance or just a lack of proper training but they did not do what any proper member of a group should do, put the group above themselves. It was a basic rule, one of the traditions the Lycan clans kept to and it was something the Vampires she was tracking could do well to learn. Of course that had been her hopes from the start, that they would lead her directly to their Queen, the old powerful woman she was meaning to speak to. Of course the hard part wasnt following them, the hard part was infiltrating the building they led her to, the large theatre having been a place Myra had seen but never before visited. In fact it was like that with much of the upper city, the more wealthy areas not commonplace for people like herself, people who were deemed cultureless. It was funny really, how refinement and culture was spoken about by those who believed that had it like it was something only those of upper class could have. In reality culture was something defined by the people in a certain area or of a certain group or nationality, not based on wealth or lifestyle but based on the individual characteristics of separate groups. It was just interesting to Myra how those with privilege didnt understand such concepts, how their arrogance and superiority complexes blinded them to such things. That was of no importance though, no matter what they believed she had a mission, a responsibility to her people to attempt a treaty of some sort, and she was going to do so. So she followed the Vampires, stayed out of sight and made such little sound that it would be nearly impossible for them to hear her. Or course there was a chance but she was being as careful as she could which exceeded the abilities of the usual Lycan, hopefully the expectation of noise and clumsiness would keep any possible Vampires she didnt see to remain unaware. Luckily for her nobody noticed and she continued to keep her wits about her, that was until she could no longer do so. The sight of Jovanna she stopped, movement halted as her eyes locked on to the vampire, her mind taking a moment to comprehend what she was seeing. Vampires were a beautiful people, lovely skin and features, most of them gorgeous, and while that had never really entered into the realm of things Myra cared about she was suddenly faced with something on another level entirely. Jovanna was incredible, her looks were something like which Myra had never seen and she had to keep herself from allowing her jaw to drop or getting so distracted she was discovered. Yes, Myra was attracted to women, it was never a secret and was one reason people disliked the idea of her being the Lycan clan leader, because there would never be a male in a place or real power with her in charge, her mate would be another woman if she took one. When she snapped back to attention she quickly hid herself again, just in time to avoid the Vampires who she had thrashed earlier, those who had led her to their leader. When she was sure they were gone, and sure nobody else was around, she moved towards the door. She knew vampires had a great sense of smell and senses that rivaled a Lycans, but she had faith her attack would be enough to help her catch Jovanna off guard, that the scent on her children as she called them would make the woman less inclined to be on edge if she smelled it again as Myra approached. It would at least buy her a few moments and that could be enough. She didnt enter immediately though, instead she listened, closing her eyes and letting her sense reach their upper limits, taking a risk to give herself a better chance. She listened and waiting, waited to hear footsteps in a direction that would imply the woman was facing away from the door. She did this for a long while and when she finally heard them she entered, quickly and quietly, closing the door behind her with barely a sound. There, in front of her, was Jovanna, the beautiful vampire catching her eyes like a beautiful gem she knew she couldnt have, her dislike for her kind being completely outshone by the womans grace and beauty. She would not let her have a chance to make a move though, she had been told how strong Jovanna was and there was no good that could come over underestimating her. So Myra moved in, no longer caring about a little noise, and using her immense speed to rush up behind Jo and grab her from behind, one hand wrapping around her waist and keeping her pulled tight, her other powerful hand reaching up and gripping Jos throat. She had no real plans of harming her but she had to make it seem as if there were no problems doing so and as such her nails dug in to the lovely flesh of Jos neck. Shhh Shhh Dont be too loud or one of your people could hear She leaned her head in close, her lips very close to Jos ear. As ridiculous as it was Myra was turned on, Jos outfit was rather risqu, a sheer dress with not a single other piece of legitimate clothing. Her body basically stood for itself and was one accentuated by the thing garb she was adorned with. She took a deep breath, getting the primal lustful part of herself under control, not such an easy task for a Lycan, another reason they were often out of control and considered beasts, as the level of control it took to ignore what your instinct wanted to do was immense, though Myra had hers under control, most of the time. Ive only come her to talk, as proof of that I let your people live earlier, I tracked them but I could have done that with two dead, in fact it would have been easier Yet I let them live. So do not dare call for help or you will in fact lose some of your coven tonight. Understand me Bright Eyes? Of course control was only so strong, the hand around Jos waist had dropped down ever so slightly, resting right below her belly but not quite a the crotch, Myras body struggling to keep herself under control, she had to, she needed to speak with a clear head and she had no illusions that this was going to be a casual and easy conversation. I am Myra, the new clan leader, I was brought up by Tirus She let that sink in for a moment, her voice calm but she knew Jo would connect the dots. I trust you know what I am here to talk about? That is if you are as clever as people say. There was a taunting tone in her voice, almost playful but more of a poke than anything. As she spoke her eyes closed for a brief moment and she inhaled deeply through her nose, taking in the intoxicating scent of the woman currently in her arms, it was as if she had been made simply to pressure the beast inside of people and being a Lycan her primal side was bigger than most. She could now see why Tirus has said to be careful around her, that she had a way of making it difficult to concentrate, she would have to be vigilant, though as serious as she was she wasnt entirely confident she wanted to be vigilant and in control.