Post by Deilakrion on Aug 26, 2008 17:16:38 GMT -5
Deilakrion had settled in a back corner, where she could see the door but upon the floor so only the most aware would notice her. She had a platter of meat near her upon the floor, and scattered belts with sheathed weapons attached to them strewn around her. Her back was against the wall, and her head tilted up with eyes closed. She had a drink clutched in one fist, and the other was spread over her belly. Diamanda was sitting on the bar-top trying on new gloves, knowing well enough not to pester Deilakrion upon the floor. The creature seemed relieved for this kindness as she took another sharp gulp of her drink.
Ertem stands quietly at the door, arms folded, awaiting a summons to enter. The lycan knows well enough that despite his strength, there would be no angering Deilakrion, for her air is one of superiority. The werewolf knows is boundaries, his limits, and stays well behind them, that is how he has survived over the past millenia. In human form know, he comes to the here and now mentally, no longer allowing his mind to stray.
Diamanda caught sight of the lycan by the door, and she hopped off the bar to slink behind it. "What'll it be, sugar?" She asked in the velvet voice she was renowned for. Deilakrion didn't open her eyes, though she did tense a little. She seemed pale, and her hands trembled, but otherwise she didn't move.
Ertem nods to DIamanda, "Blood wine for me." Ellegant hues dart to Deilakrion, the lycan wondering what could be the source of her sickly demeanor.
Diamanda reached under the bar to comply, humming snatches of something to herself as she prepared the drink. Deilakrion finally opened her eyes to slits, and she stared across the room to the doorway, observing the man's feet in a rather non-chalant manner. The hand on her stomach strayed to the nearest belt, upon which a bludgeon had been attached, and she stroked it with ragged fingernails. The Vixen was where she often went when she needed quiet, for once the shows were over the rowdy patrons usually descended upon Vice or the Corpse downstairs. For the moment, however, she was quiet and thoughtful. It'd been that sort of week.
Ertem watches Diamanda fix the drink, occasionally looking to Deilakrion. The lycan remains quiet, still judging the situation with care. He unfolds his large arms, letting them hang by his side.
Diamanda finished preparing the drink and slid it across to Ertem. The voluptuous lycan wench glanced at Deilakrion herself, and then returned to her perch upon the bar. Deilakrion for her part gave off touching the weapon and instead reached forward for another chunk of meat, which she plopped into her mouth and chewed with slow satisfaction. She chased that down with another gulp, and finished the drink for good measure. She held up the mug and rasped out an order for Diamanda: "Another." The beautiful lycan raised an eyebrow, but slipped off the bar to take Deilakrion's mug for a refill.
Ertem nods his thanks to Diamanda before taking a drink from his blood wine, savouring the rich nectar as if it were his last. The lycan watches Caerypyh enter before shifting his optics back to Deilakrion, still silent as the grave.
Caeryph didn't know he had wandered into the room, but well, here he was now. He really needed to quit day dreaming while walking- he ended up in the most oddest of places; such as the Corpse. Oh wait..he was in the Corpse. He sighed. "Damnit." Speaking his mind, he tried to quickly gather why he would ever have came back to this place again..why? Maybe it was the food he had cluched in his fingers at the moment, which he stole from the kitchens down belowe~ He glares at the man, then looks past him to Deilakrion, and gives nothing more then a blank stare.
Diamanda filled the drink from a tap beneath the bar, the liquid a smooth amber that gave off quite a strong stench. She took it back to Deilakrion, who accepted it with murmured words that had Diamanda shaking her head with pursed lips. Deilakrion shrugged, and started to drink that bit of alcohol too. Diamanda returned to the bar, and Deilakrion ate another piece of meat. It was a pretty tame scene, all things considered.
The silence does not at all get to the Ertem, quite the contrary. He enjoys the quiet for a change, as compared to Kelay, the VIxen is Heaven itself. The man takes another drink before looking to Caeryph once more.
Deilakrion noted a new set of feet, and a new set of smells, and she'd lift one skinny arm to flap her fingers above table level in greeting to one familiar pack-mate. Other than that though, nothing. She continued to eat the meat, which was already forming a bulge within her stomach. She seemed focused upon that, as though determined to complete the task.
Caeryph didn't even shrug at her small wave, he saw her, she saw him, that was all that was neci\essary. The man took a moment to glance down at what she was gnawing at, and his stomach grumbled at the sight of meat, then slowly he looked down at his hand. Bread? What was this? He didn't eat bread- he walked forward, firmly placing the loaf to Ertem's chest and walked on (not caring if he reached up to grab it, or let it fall). Caer made his way somewhat near Deilakrion, and sat on the ground, watching with a heavy bore in his eyes. He didn't want to be here again.
Deilakrion lifted her eyes to Caeryph, and tugged her own platter of meat closer. Better if Caeryph didn't know what it was. "You." Her rough, raspy voice cut across the distance to Diamanda, who looked startled. "Meat. Lots." Diamanda hesitated, then nodded and moved to go downstairs to collect the requested meat. Deilakrion plopped another bit in her mouth. The smell of the meat, were either lycan to get a good whiff, would not smell of animal. Deilakrion didn't look pleased as she ate it, but some sort of grim satisfaction was there nontheless.
Ertem is bewildered at Caeryph's plunging of the bread to his chest, letting the grain pastry fall to the floor, a sloppy grin spreading across his face. Several rats attack the bread quickly, devouring it to crumbs in seconds.
Caeryph quickly got off the ground; there were rats down there. He didn't like rats. Plopping ontop of a table, of all things, the man crossed his legs, and leaned to the side, his eyes curiously picking at Deilakrion. Why was she acting..so secretive about her meal? Whatever, he didn't mind too much, maybe she was just stingy with her food like he was.
Ertem does not mind the rats as they flee back to their holes. The lycan also wonders why Deilakrion is being secretive, and does not smell animal about the meat. Indeed the meat is that of a sentient being, man flesh. This does not disturb Ertem in the slightest, as he himself sometimes hunts humans, elves, drow, and other beings of the sort, perhaps the alpha is simply enjoying a rare treat.
Diamanda returned with the platter, which at a nod from Deilakrion she placed upon the bar-top for free pickings. The woman knew to keep Deilakrion a tab, so the creature didn't bother producing coin at the moment. Then, Deilakrion would point to the floor. "You're slow." Her voice was low, but despite the strange rust within her voice she was quite clear. Diamanda flushed, and muttered something about cats and kittens and toms, but nontheless turned and went right out the way she'd come. Deilakrion shrugged again. She was down to three chunks of meat left: a triumph waiting to be savored.
Ertem is grateful that he has just eaten, elsewise he would be starving at the meat nearby. The lycan wonders if Deilakrion will even speak to him before she leaves. Ertem ponders speaking to the alpha about joining the Vailkrin pack..
One to go. Deilakrion's cheeks were comically puffed out as she stuffed two pieces into her mouth at once. It was a quick couple of chews, as though she was trying to get it over with. By then, her stomach was bulging in the way of those who have overeaten, and her legs were splayed to the side in a careless manner. The last piece was then put into her mouth, and she closed her mouth as she chewed. She started muttering things then, her voice a growling alto as she chewed with something of a vicious air. Once she had finished, she took the ceramic platter and flung it against the nearest wall. She then downed the rest of her alcoholic beverage, slamming it upon the ground so hard it cracked. "And that," She declared, eyes lighting with unholy glee, "Is how to destroy a trick." She smiled.
Ertem raises an inquiring brow as Deilakrion announces something about 'destroying a trick,' "What, might I ask do you mean destroying a trick?"
Deilakrion looked up as Diamanda bustled in, holding a fat looking tom by the scruff of its neck. She set it to the floor, and it shot off to the corners after the vermin. She then looked at the shattered platter, and back at Deilakrion, who was pulling something of a smug but innocent expression. Ertem's words raised her attention, and the woman collected the strewn belts to put them on a nearby table as she rose. The weapons cluttered gently, and she patted them with something of fondness before she looked up to Ertem. "A pest." It was a short answer, but her expression spoke volumes. It wasn't precisely fear that had flitted across her face as she spoke of it, but some disturbing emotion that was quickly shuttered as she again faced Diamanda, leaning against a table as she sipped her drink and watched the other lycan clean the mess.
Ertem nods as his question is answered, "I see...well that is indeed a good way to rid oneself of vermin." Another grin settles upon his face, "Now yesterday you asked me if I had a pack? I do not, in fact I have wandered alone ever since I was bitten a millenia ago. I was hardened by the loner experience, and would gladly join a pack of like-minded werewolves."
Caeryph thought he heard a noise down the hallway. It was just a mouse.
Deilakrion continued to watch Diamanda's stiff, affronted movements as she listened to Ertem. She had regained some color, and as she finished the drink she set it carefully onto the table, rotating it with bony fingers. "You have been alone for a long time. You are not, perhaps, a rogue wolf?" Her words were strangely halting, as though she was not completely focused on what she was saying. In that brief space she would quietly encourage Caeryph to eat more, as if the other needed the reminder. Diamanda finished sweeping the mess, and deposited it within a cleverly concealed bin behind the bar. She wiped her hands on her apron, and seemed to calm as she returned to observing the fit of her newest gifts. Doubtless they were from an admirer. Deilakrion sighed loudly and blatantly looked at her drink as if waiting for it to refill. She was starting to enjoy tormenting the lycan lass.
Ertem nods to Deilakrion, "And I wish to end my time as a rouge, to earn a purpose, to serve something greater than myself."
Diamanda forced a smile as she once more left her post to do something for Deilakrion. The creature watched her with half-lidded eyes, lips curling smugly. When the drink was once more safe within her grasp, she considered it, shifting her weight casually. "This creature has become wary of such 'wolves." Her tone was frank but firm, and the gaze she settled upon Ertem was heavy with consideration. "I will need time to consider and," she paused, eyeing Caeryph, "Discuss the matter with my second and third. There is another wolf like yourself we. . .consider. Stubborn." The smile turned wry, and she took another gulp. At this point, the alpha smelled strongly of alcohol. It seemed to be a desired effect.
Ertem nods as Deilakrion speaks, "I understand, but know that I can follow orders just fine. I know my boundaries, my limits."
Deilakrion's eyes gleamed predatorily as she returned her stare to Ertem. "I do not."
Ertem nods once more, "Indeed. But if given the chance, I will prove my obediance and willingness to submit to the more powerful, and higher of rank."
Deilakrion took another sip. "This creature will give the 'wolf a chance. . .but at my discretion. The hunt requires patience. For now, the wolf will be an initiate. Not pack but you will not be questioned for being on pack territory. We will. . .see." Then she was pointing to Caeryph with a free hand, even as that hand dropped to the table to fondle a sheathed knife. "This creature's third, the black predator, will show the 'wolf the other pack eventually." She grimaced at that, "When the fierce hunter releases the Book. . ." She trailed off after that, and set the drink down.
Ertem said to Deilakrion, "Then I submit to yoru ruling, and shall await your decision. For now I must go and meet with another of our kind, you have my regards."
Deilakrion nodded to Ertem.
Ertem exited north.
Ertem stands quietly at the door, arms folded, awaiting a summons to enter. The lycan knows well enough that despite his strength, there would be no angering Deilakrion, for her air is one of superiority. The werewolf knows is boundaries, his limits, and stays well behind them, that is how he has survived over the past millenia. In human form know, he comes to the here and now mentally, no longer allowing his mind to stray.
Diamanda caught sight of the lycan by the door, and she hopped off the bar to slink behind it. "What'll it be, sugar?" She asked in the velvet voice she was renowned for. Deilakrion didn't open her eyes, though she did tense a little. She seemed pale, and her hands trembled, but otherwise she didn't move.
Ertem nods to DIamanda, "Blood wine for me." Ellegant hues dart to Deilakrion, the lycan wondering what could be the source of her sickly demeanor.
Diamanda reached under the bar to comply, humming snatches of something to herself as she prepared the drink. Deilakrion finally opened her eyes to slits, and she stared across the room to the doorway, observing the man's feet in a rather non-chalant manner. The hand on her stomach strayed to the nearest belt, upon which a bludgeon had been attached, and she stroked it with ragged fingernails. The Vixen was where she often went when she needed quiet, for once the shows were over the rowdy patrons usually descended upon Vice or the Corpse downstairs. For the moment, however, she was quiet and thoughtful. It'd been that sort of week.
Ertem watches Diamanda fix the drink, occasionally looking to Deilakrion. The lycan remains quiet, still judging the situation with care. He unfolds his large arms, letting them hang by his side.
Diamanda finished preparing the drink and slid it across to Ertem. The voluptuous lycan wench glanced at Deilakrion herself, and then returned to her perch upon the bar. Deilakrion for her part gave off touching the weapon and instead reached forward for another chunk of meat, which she plopped into her mouth and chewed with slow satisfaction. She chased that down with another gulp, and finished the drink for good measure. She held up the mug and rasped out an order for Diamanda: "Another." The beautiful lycan raised an eyebrow, but slipped off the bar to take Deilakrion's mug for a refill.
Ertem nods his thanks to Diamanda before taking a drink from his blood wine, savouring the rich nectar as if it were his last. The lycan watches Caerypyh enter before shifting his optics back to Deilakrion, still silent as the grave.
Caeryph didn't know he had wandered into the room, but well, here he was now. He really needed to quit day dreaming while walking- he ended up in the most oddest of places; such as the Corpse. Oh wait..he was in the Corpse. He sighed. "Damnit." Speaking his mind, he tried to quickly gather why he would ever have came back to this place again..why? Maybe it was the food he had cluched in his fingers at the moment, which he stole from the kitchens down belowe~ He glares at the man, then looks past him to Deilakrion, and gives nothing more then a blank stare.
Diamanda filled the drink from a tap beneath the bar, the liquid a smooth amber that gave off quite a strong stench. She took it back to Deilakrion, who accepted it with murmured words that had Diamanda shaking her head with pursed lips. Deilakrion shrugged, and started to drink that bit of alcohol too. Diamanda returned to the bar, and Deilakrion ate another piece of meat. It was a pretty tame scene, all things considered.
The silence does not at all get to the Ertem, quite the contrary. He enjoys the quiet for a change, as compared to Kelay, the VIxen is Heaven itself. The man takes another drink before looking to Caeryph once more.
Deilakrion noted a new set of feet, and a new set of smells, and she'd lift one skinny arm to flap her fingers above table level in greeting to one familiar pack-mate. Other than that though, nothing. She continued to eat the meat, which was already forming a bulge within her stomach. She seemed focused upon that, as though determined to complete the task.
Caeryph didn't even shrug at her small wave, he saw her, she saw him, that was all that was neci\essary. The man took a moment to glance down at what she was gnawing at, and his stomach grumbled at the sight of meat, then slowly he looked down at his hand. Bread? What was this? He didn't eat bread- he walked forward, firmly placing the loaf to Ertem's chest and walked on (not caring if he reached up to grab it, or let it fall). Caer made his way somewhat near Deilakrion, and sat on the ground, watching with a heavy bore in his eyes. He didn't want to be here again.
Deilakrion lifted her eyes to Caeryph, and tugged her own platter of meat closer. Better if Caeryph didn't know what it was. "You." Her rough, raspy voice cut across the distance to Diamanda, who looked startled. "Meat. Lots." Diamanda hesitated, then nodded and moved to go downstairs to collect the requested meat. Deilakrion plopped another bit in her mouth. The smell of the meat, were either lycan to get a good whiff, would not smell of animal. Deilakrion didn't look pleased as she ate it, but some sort of grim satisfaction was there nontheless.
Ertem is bewildered at Caeryph's plunging of the bread to his chest, letting the grain pastry fall to the floor, a sloppy grin spreading across his face. Several rats attack the bread quickly, devouring it to crumbs in seconds.
Caeryph quickly got off the ground; there were rats down there. He didn't like rats. Plopping ontop of a table, of all things, the man crossed his legs, and leaned to the side, his eyes curiously picking at Deilakrion. Why was she acting..so secretive about her meal? Whatever, he didn't mind too much, maybe she was just stingy with her food like he was.
Ertem does not mind the rats as they flee back to their holes. The lycan also wonders why Deilakrion is being secretive, and does not smell animal about the meat. Indeed the meat is that of a sentient being, man flesh. This does not disturb Ertem in the slightest, as he himself sometimes hunts humans, elves, drow, and other beings of the sort, perhaps the alpha is simply enjoying a rare treat.
Diamanda returned with the platter, which at a nod from Deilakrion she placed upon the bar-top for free pickings. The woman knew to keep Deilakrion a tab, so the creature didn't bother producing coin at the moment. Then, Deilakrion would point to the floor. "You're slow." Her voice was low, but despite the strange rust within her voice she was quite clear. Diamanda flushed, and muttered something about cats and kittens and toms, but nontheless turned and went right out the way she'd come. Deilakrion shrugged again. She was down to three chunks of meat left: a triumph waiting to be savored.
Ertem is grateful that he has just eaten, elsewise he would be starving at the meat nearby. The lycan wonders if Deilakrion will even speak to him before she leaves. Ertem ponders speaking to the alpha about joining the Vailkrin pack..
One to go. Deilakrion's cheeks were comically puffed out as she stuffed two pieces into her mouth at once. It was a quick couple of chews, as though she was trying to get it over with. By then, her stomach was bulging in the way of those who have overeaten, and her legs were splayed to the side in a careless manner. The last piece was then put into her mouth, and she closed her mouth as she chewed. She started muttering things then, her voice a growling alto as she chewed with something of a vicious air. Once she had finished, she took the ceramic platter and flung it against the nearest wall. She then downed the rest of her alcoholic beverage, slamming it upon the ground so hard it cracked. "And that," She declared, eyes lighting with unholy glee, "Is how to destroy a trick." She smiled.
Ertem raises an inquiring brow as Deilakrion announces something about 'destroying a trick,' "What, might I ask do you mean destroying a trick?"
Deilakrion looked up as Diamanda bustled in, holding a fat looking tom by the scruff of its neck. She set it to the floor, and it shot off to the corners after the vermin. She then looked at the shattered platter, and back at Deilakrion, who was pulling something of a smug but innocent expression. Ertem's words raised her attention, and the woman collected the strewn belts to put them on a nearby table as she rose. The weapons cluttered gently, and she patted them with something of fondness before she looked up to Ertem. "A pest." It was a short answer, but her expression spoke volumes. It wasn't precisely fear that had flitted across her face as she spoke of it, but some disturbing emotion that was quickly shuttered as she again faced Diamanda, leaning against a table as she sipped her drink and watched the other lycan clean the mess.
Ertem nods as his question is answered, "I see...well that is indeed a good way to rid oneself of vermin." Another grin settles upon his face, "Now yesterday you asked me if I had a pack? I do not, in fact I have wandered alone ever since I was bitten a millenia ago. I was hardened by the loner experience, and would gladly join a pack of like-minded werewolves."
Caeryph thought he heard a noise down the hallway. It was just a mouse.
Deilakrion continued to watch Diamanda's stiff, affronted movements as she listened to Ertem. She had regained some color, and as she finished the drink she set it carefully onto the table, rotating it with bony fingers. "You have been alone for a long time. You are not, perhaps, a rogue wolf?" Her words were strangely halting, as though she was not completely focused on what she was saying. In that brief space she would quietly encourage Caeryph to eat more, as if the other needed the reminder. Diamanda finished sweeping the mess, and deposited it within a cleverly concealed bin behind the bar. She wiped her hands on her apron, and seemed to calm as she returned to observing the fit of her newest gifts. Doubtless they were from an admirer. Deilakrion sighed loudly and blatantly looked at her drink as if waiting for it to refill. She was starting to enjoy tormenting the lycan lass.
Ertem nods to Deilakrion, "And I wish to end my time as a rouge, to earn a purpose, to serve something greater than myself."
Diamanda forced a smile as she once more left her post to do something for Deilakrion. The creature watched her with half-lidded eyes, lips curling smugly. When the drink was once more safe within her grasp, she considered it, shifting her weight casually. "This creature has become wary of such 'wolves." Her tone was frank but firm, and the gaze she settled upon Ertem was heavy with consideration. "I will need time to consider and," she paused, eyeing Caeryph, "Discuss the matter with my second and third. There is another wolf like yourself we. . .consider. Stubborn." The smile turned wry, and she took another gulp. At this point, the alpha smelled strongly of alcohol. It seemed to be a desired effect.
Ertem nods as Deilakrion speaks, "I understand, but know that I can follow orders just fine. I know my boundaries, my limits."
Deilakrion's eyes gleamed predatorily as she returned her stare to Ertem. "I do not."
Ertem nods once more, "Indeed. But if given the chance, I will prove my obediance and willingness to submit to the more powerful, and higher of rank."
Deilakrion took another sip. "This creature will give the 'wolf a chance. . .but at my discretion. The hunt requires patience. For now, the wolf will be an initiate. Not pack but you will not be questioned for being on pack territory. We will. . .see." Then she was pointing to Caeryph with a free hand, even as that hand dropped to the table to fondle a sheathed knife. "This creature's third, the black predator, will show the 'wolf the other pack eventually." She grimaced at that, "When the fierce hunter releases the Book. . ." She trailed off after that, and set the drink down.
Ertem said to Deilakrion, "Then I submit to yoru ruling, and shall await your decision. For now I must go and meet with another of our kind, you have my regards."
Deilakrion nodded to Ertem.
Ertem exited north.