Thread: ▬▬ { PALISADES } ⋮⋮ echo & dogged

Fuck! Cillian woke with a hand to his head, cursing at the worst headache he'd had in five years. Habit had him reluctantly awake at 5 am and two huge German Shepherd Dogs Thor and Athena jumped up on the bed, whining. Their instant presence put him to full alert and he checked his other senses to their fullest. Despite the pounding head, he licked his lips to listen more intently and heard Lana snoring from across the hallway. Two Rottweilers Titan and Freya and a pair of pitbulls Samson and Delilah roamed the marble tiles with their nails clicking back and forth on patrol. The mingled scent of dogs was most prominent but second was Lotus' perfumed skin on his. Memory struck him hard and he groaned at his monumental stupidity to thrall someone in the throes of sex. Thor and Athena barked to remind him that he needed to get moving to feed them and make his 6 am appointment. With lithe movements that belied his large frame, the burly Scotsman was on his feet and striding to the kitchen. The moment he opened the double doors, the other four dogs followed at his heels. The gleaming steel refrigerator opened and he grabbed a huge eighteen liter jug to put to his mouth. Closing his eyes as he drank greedily, the half dozen dogs formed a half circle behind him, patiently waiting their turns. The pitbulls were the fastest to sit and he heard it instantly. Once finished, he filled their water bowls, serving the pitties first. Cillian pressed a finger to the hinge of his jaw and pushed firmly, using the pressure point to relieve the headache that was rapidly fading. Next on the list was breakfast for all of them and he removed a heavy bowl from the second shelf of the fridge. It was overflowing with meat, bones, fat, gristle and tendons of a tender, juicy sheep. The Rotties started up with their usual 'talking' that sounded much like conversational growling paired with copious amounts of dog slobber. Cillian smiled at how different the three breeds were as he gathered up his own breakfast to cook as well. The shepherds paced back and forth anxiously whining and lashing their tails. The Rotties laid down like a pair of muscled sphinxes, their large mouths trailing drool from each corner, their ears flicking back and forth listening to the food shifting from hand to bowls. Both pitties sat still as statues with nothing moving except for their sharp eyes, knowing they'd eat first if they were sitting when the bowls were presented. While he cooked up the enormous and disgusting haggis, he had a bowl of meat and scraps in each hand as he looked at Sammy and Lila. Good. Cillian said simply, setting down the bowls before them. He nodded and the pitbulls ate. He held up the other four bowls and the dogs sat promptly in unison. Thor and Thena sat 116th of a second sooner than the Rotties so they got fed next. He lastly fed Tites and Frey, seeing the pitties had just finished their food. By the time all six dogs were fed and watered, his Haggis was cooked and ready. Even using a knife and fork, Cillian took only 7 or 8 minutes to finish 4.5 kilos of breakfast. The shower almost screamed his name but he was admittedly a little reluctant to wash off the woman's enticing scent that lingered. He'd better clean up before Lana caught another woman's smell. By 730 am, his meeting ended successfully and made him even wealthier which put a smile on his face. Money bought freedom and on that note, you couldn't have too much of it. Now that business was tended to for his home and career, he needed to see to Lotus before she freaked out with no one to guided her. The werewolf's driver dropped him off at Palisades so he could track her properly. Her scent was less than a day old so it was still pungent with sex and booze, clinging to the back door of the club. He paused a moment in the parking lot, sorting through exhaust fumes and headed due north with rapid speed. The large Scotsman jogged lightly, following the car's scent that held minute traces of Lotus' own. Slowing down to a walk, her apartment complex loomed into view and the exotic woman's scent graced the hall's carpet and door handle. Striding purposefully toward the door with her delicious perfume, he knocked so quietly that only a werewolf could hear it. Although to a new thrall, it would probably sound like pounding. She would most definitely assume that everything she was feeling this morning was entirely due to hangover and that was dead wrong. Their would be far more things than just a headache to cope with. Cillian was aware that his quiet knock would sound overly loud to the newly thralled she-wolf and his scent should have drifted to her by now. Lotus should also be ravenous and probably a bit short-tempered so he grinned in anticipation as he waited quietly in front of her door. This should be -very- interesting...