Thread: Opposites Attract (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

Myras departure had been the right decision because the desires pent up inside of her had been near exploding. She knew she would have to steel herself for the next encounter with the intoxicating Vampire, ensure that she had her desires and emotions in order, perhaps even take care of some of her frustrations herself before leaving. Of course that would bring up an entirely different set of issues, no doubt a Vampire would smell the scent of sex all over her, but if it helped her stay in control it would be well worth the slight embarrassment. Regardless that would be another night, a night for it all to sink in and for Jo to think over everything Myra had said. She was looking forward to the next meeting, having intentionally given the woman an outlandish first negotiation attempt. It was common sense among negotiating, to start with something that sounded like a plausible demand but was ultimately ridiculous to the other party. That made every offer or negotiation after that point seem highly more acceptable and it also didnt hurt for Jo to continue underestimating her, which would help in the long-run as well. Yes, she was smarter than to believe the Vampires, especially a Vampire as proud and powerful as Jo, would give them so much territory and actually not have any hostility whatsoever. No, that was just the outlandish beginning that would lead to a profitable middle group, and hopefully, no definitely, lead to something greater than what Tirus had gained for the Lycans. Myra had time to worry about the specifics later, it would do her no good to think about the endless possibilities until she was once again speak with Jo, when she could see the reactions to the counter offers and asses which points she could get the woman to budge. Besides, as she jumped off of the roof back into the lower city she knew there were other problems to deal with. She had to worry about other clans and those vying for power within her own jumping her at any time, and this night if that happened she couldnt spare them as she often would. Mercy, some would call it that, for Myra it was a way to make obedient thralls out of the stronger Lycans, giving them a choice to fall in line or die, life being the most common choice. That could not happen that night however, she couldnt risk them smelling Jo, or a Vampire in general on her, not without a hefty amount of blood to make her triumph believable. Unfortunately for two such Lycans they did come to find her though, as she walked through the lower city on the way back to her dwelling, they didnt last long and their blood soon snuffed out any other scent. Myra didnt enjoy killing, her beast was wild and was hard to control and it could cause her to lose sight of things but murderous intent was not one of her common weaknesses. Sure if the situation warranted death she had no qualms or remorse, but she preferred to handle things in different ways and had only several times gone looking for death, one being when one of the Vampires responsible for murdering her family had surfaced, and another in protection of a close friend. There was truly little choice when it came down to it though, she lived a life that demanded a certain degree of death to survive and achieve a life worth living. It wasnt just being a Lycan, many in the lower city lived that way, and while most of them were good people, and many of them didnt have to kill, it was not a rare occurrence in a place of such poverty. It wasnt even always violence, disease, malnutrition, exposure, they all contributed to death and were all sufferings of those without the financial stability to avoid. That was one of the things that Myra most wanted to fix about the lower city, she wanted to increase the flow of cash to the people and to do that she needed access to the upper city, which was one of the main goals of her negotiation, the ceasefire and territory increase being smokescreens for a more precious goal. Myras home was no different externally from the rest of the lower city, rundown shambles of buildings, cracked stone and splintered wood. They were not shoddy by a long shot but a lack of upkeep over the span of a century had caused most of the area to fall apart. However, on the inside Myras place was much nicer, not big but she didnt need big. Her entire home was probably the size of the one room Jo occupied, a leather couch on one end of a large open room with a small coffee table in front of it where she ate, a nice oak piece. She had a chest at the foot of a Queen sized wooden bedframe, solid and rather nice, soft high count thread sheets and a comforter that did its job. There were also a set of drawers and a wardrobe that contained the clothing she wore, a rather plain rotation of jeans, t-shirts, the occasional pair of shorts and jackets. She had a few formal pieces, things she had picked up in college, but she never found a use for them in her new life, never had a reason to show weakness through beauty, which was what Lycans would see it as. That was one way she envied the Vampires, they celebrated beauty, hell Jo had been a heaping pile of gorgeous and irresistible, and as beautiful as Myra was she could never wear a sheer dress around her clan, it would bring with it more trouble than it was worth. As average as her place was it was incredibly nice for the area, and probably the nicest of the places that the Lycan occupied. The current block was a Lycan heavy area, the hall they held their meetings in was contained inside the area and the majority of their strength was there. Also all of those in the area were loyal to Myra and recognized her as the rightful and appropriate heir to the clans throne. So she slept soundly and before she knew it a new day was upon her. She didnt sleep much which left plenty of time for Myra to take care of things before her next visit to Jo, taking advantage of the daylight to give out a few orders and beat down yet another hungry pack of rebels, though the attack had been small in scale, another two dissenters who were lucky they hadnt met the fate of the two the night before. Before things could get dark however she made her way back into the upper city, taking advantage of the daylight to make her recon much easier. The sun allowed her to observe and before night fell to find out where Jo was staying, as it was not in her room like the previous encounter. No, she had holed up somewhere entirely different, though a place that still suited her needs. It was a throne and quite grand, another overwhelming show of extravagance, an annoying display of wealth. Myra was aware her disdain for such overt displays of money was mainly jealousy, she had always wanted such things when she was younger and that had never changed, but she also knew that the throne could probably feed hundreds for god knew how long. Still, she couldnt try and change the Vampires, she could only try to change the lot of those who needed it, her people in the lower city. So when she was satisfied with her little recon, and was sure she could enter without any of the children finding out, she entered into the room, a smirk on her face as she walked in to a much different scene than the day before. This time Jovanna was surely ready, Myra had no alternative option than walking in without the element of surprise, revealing herself and approaching head on. There were even rather horrific looking beings by her sides, truly twisted and disturbing, looking to be vampires but tortured crazed, feral, beasts. It was as if someone had taken a Vampire and done their best to transform them into Lycans, to twist and destroy whatever made the Vampires even close to human. Well, I assume youve given my proposal some thought Im here to hear what you think and discuss things Civilly unless that is beneath you. She was watching closely, a smirk on her face but a cautious mind, something about the situation seemed less than friendly, she was ready for anything but not quite sure what to expect.