Thread: Opposites Attract (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

As the Lycan explained her position, rhetorical question and all Jo took the moment to renegotiate the situation in her mind once again coming a no win. She could feel her blood smearing her skin it called out to her, yearned to be used, to be shifted and manipulated, given form and strength, to rend the mutt to bits, at least to stifle her and yet, she did not act upon her bloods heated call if she used blood magic now, without need utter and absolute well, shed learned years ago her abilities were finite, over indulging upon the nape of a young woman no longer provided the revitalization she needed for more magic, no, it only satiated her now shed run the well so close to dry she never quite knew if the next spell could cripple her for goo, she never knew if a fight could be her last not due to injuries sustained but to those she delivered, a cruel reality. Hate it as she might, Jovanna had to admit this mutt could speak with diction and intelligence uncommon of her kind she was a different breed, much like herself of course, she had no respect bought for this fact, not yet, in fact if anything it only infuriated her more, a low growl rumbling in her chest, more so when she was insulted And just so you know, rhetorical means keep your loud mouth shut until Im fucking done. her blood boiled at those words! The insolent little bitch, shed never liked the taste of such beasts but this one shed dine on her when this was all over, of that she was sure, and what of her she could not feast upon shed feed to the ghouls or maybe shed feed her all to the ghouls alive, watch them pick her bones clean one limb at a time while she screamed for death the very thought gave her great pleasure in contrast to all else in contrast to the rage so deep it near caused pain. She didnt speak, no, Jo remained in complete silence as this all went on, there was no need to shed let the Lycan yip till she was hoarse she may have lost this moment but the day was hers all days were hers the whole damn world all she needed was time, shed waited time and time before this would be much the same she designated. You stupid bitch -not even Tirus was guilty of such lustful greed. Even if I attended to honour a pact with you those conditions are impossible. And this was true, she could not relinquish both the lower city and no mans land Tirus and her hadnt even taken up a cease fire either! neither ordered death upon the others thralls, but a cease fire there was no only uneasy peace save skirmishes here and there. Intelligent as she may have sounded initially shed sealed herself back to the depths of those worth nothing, she would not even receive pity for her moronic squabbles. Wh-whagh whatre y hfff! The Lycans lips took her by surprise, and not by the blasphemous ignorance that spilled from them but rather hot rolling breath and and lips pressing against there was a difference between Lycans like Myra and Vampires like Jovanna, Myra battled with her innermost emotions and the desires to act out on them for Jo, they were all that existed. Some conditions could release them different from others and some could be easily quelled with practice Jo had never much bothered making attempts at quelling her lust. A pious no-life was possible of course, but who would want to experience a no-life like that she was a beast of the seven deadly sins and while shed always had a long reach and extraordinary gift for patience in wrath, lust could cloud after all, shed nearly given it all up for Faith. Lust could unlock those bits of her humanity shed forgotten, breaths without a need for air, quivers without the scent of blood, warm sensations and throbbing flesh. Jovanna swallowed a breath and snarled, bright blue eyes glaring across the room, she would not give Myra the satisfaction of vulnerability again, never. Until then Bright Eyes Nrrryaaaaugh! As the Lycan made her escape the no-life-queen made her rage known, unable to hold back, she thrashed, she screamed, she destroyed. Desks were reduced to splinters, the mahogany she loved so much creaking and dimpling beneath her feet, the velvet tearing, glass shattering and bursting into so many pieces, so many little shards and nameless shapes catching the light, cascading multi-coloured reprieves and reliefs across the ceiling and walls before they skittered down to the floor and died like the form they once held to hold bottles and bulbs. Even as her rage burned, further and deeper, the screams soon reduced to cries, anger to agony, disappointment to desperation the desire for death shifting, turning as she found herself upon the floor in a heap Myras death meant little compared to the want for Faiths No-life to return her hand upon the crook of her neck where lips smeared blood like so many lip-stick memories. Biiiiieeeaaaughtch-raaaaugh! - The Ghouls, Id like them returned to my loft Constance, -and Hope I need new accommodations my love. She said calmly to her two most trusted of thralls. Mother! what happened to your neck? Hope gushed with worry before flouncing to her side to trace the four indentures, wilted little scars not unlike those a human may have after a few weeks of restoration. Twas but a mistake, last night was not my best. no need to worry. Jovanna explained cooly to Hope placing a hand on her shoulder with the softest of smiles tugging at her lips, I dont heal quite like I used to you know. And a chuckle to seal it, shed not been well since Faiths death and the others knew that, only her most trusted would see her this way, that was all she could allow for and this was not the first time shed destroyed her accommodations in blind rage due to the memory of her lover they would not push the matter without their mother volunteering anything. the two simply nodded and went to work, seeing to the whims of their mistress. Hours later shed find herself once again, in her loft, just as lavish as it had been the fay before however tonight she found herself at a grandiouse throne of felt and ivory, awaiting the Lycan, her pets at either side. Two grotesque beasts kneeled at either side of the throne, twisted abominations of flesh and silver-edged steel. The gnarled men, feral vampires reduced to the stature of dogs at her side, their bodies gripped by lashings and straps to keep them in place. At their elbows and along their forearms were steely blades, at the hinds of theirs calves much the same, their fingernails and teeth were replaced by steel, bloody and rotten in an attempt to be rejected by the process of healing staunched by a diet purely of their own kind. Their skin was white as chalk except upon jaundiced faces and black web works of veins each bone in their body poking and prodding along their emaciated forms. Such creatures were frowned upon in todays age, unlawful amidst most covens if not met with complete disdain Jovanna in her old world tradition and mind however cared not for such new-age impressions. A listless hand held several runs of twine, lashing their lips and eyes shut, she lay in wait, should the Lycan return it would be the last thing she ever did, maws drooling with black viscous blood rejected from rotting steel teeth begging for a taste of dog-meat.