Bloody Shadows (A World of Darkness based story/thread)

[braioch8201]

Memnoch glanced towards the new speaker but gave no reply, he was quite certain of the new information that he promised, but he was far too in depth in thought to give an actual reply.

Azhar was his main thoughts and the Prince himself. The Prince seemed displeased with his manner (Memnoch's) but he was disinterested in that, the threat of the Lycan's and of his new suspicion seemed more prevalent.

He spoke up without a warning, "The more knowledge that is given, the more forewarning we are given, it seems more appropriate to accept more knowledged, even if given through more...abrupt means."

His eyes cast over to Azhar, always watching, always careful. There seemed to be more to the vampire then that which met the eyes.

[Ladypuppet]

Lady Cutra sat and listened giving a small sigh. She noticed that the female alpha looked on edge of out raged. She leaned back making small notes on the parchment. She could tell that there were high tension…even through the werewolf tribes. She closed eyes listening and sighed softly yet again. Tapping her fingers a small snicker formed from her when she heard Azhar say on my princes leave. She rose a hand to mouth and coughed softly. Reaching her hand up she slipped back the hood on her cloak in doing so she reveled just by her face that she was a couple year younger then some of the people there. Moving her hand back down to the quill she made a few more notes. With the fact of the Vampires insult Cutra raised her hand slowly after the others were done speaking and Toby had entered. “Heed this warning vampires, I do not want to here another insult directed to the werewolves, they have said nothing ill willed toward you I except you to respect them no matter how much you dislike them.” After that was said Cutra rose her hand to anyone who was trying to protest to stop them. “I don’t want to here any back talk.” Tilting her head and looked over. “If you would please not put your feet on the table…it would be nice.” Sighing again softly she observed the one and tilted her head slowly. “Is there a problem, or do you wish to say something?” She hissed loudly as the door opened. “Your late…No, I don‘t do the vampire or the werewolves have any objections?” Her hand reached down laying on the arm of the chair. She looked to the one name Toby… “You may have the floor since no one seems to objected.” She looked and leaned forward resting her elbows on the edge of the table interlacing her fingers and rested her chin on her fingers listening intently to what the man had to say. She closed her eyes just to focus on what was being said she was thinking intently. Something she couldn’t place it yet something was very wrong. Lady Cutra looked extremely un-eased as they spoke opening her eyes she looked her gaze again piercing some of the people in the room. She moved standing up slowly and moving slowly her robes fluttering silently as she walked. Her mind spilt into she couldn’t shake the feeling of something being wrong…but there was the matter at hand. She felt a small shiver run down her spine. Along with the tension in the air it made it nearly impossible for her try and pin point what she was feeling so she pushed it to the back of her mind for know…..Her eyes narrowed slighlty as the man had spoke.*

[braioch8201]

Memnoch snorted at the mage's request, and promptly ignored her, she should have other matters to attend to other than where his feet were located. The air around them seemed tense, a hint of danger seemed to be spreading throughout the room, he could see that the exact mage that he ignored was the only other one in the room who seemed to sense it.

Change, turmoil, everything with the color of blood was in the air. Since he had been mortal he had always had an odd sense for when something momentous and memorable was going to occur, and it hadn't changed with his transformation to immortality.

He could feel the blood to be spilt tonight, the air itself already screamed with it. Memnochs blood pumped faster, his eyes dialated, but his face remained serene. The only thing that bothered Memnoch was also the feel of betrayal, that something, someone in the very room where he sat, was bearing a deep secret that could be the end of more than one. To have to fight another is one thing, but to fight what is supposed to be your own, those who supposedly on your side, that is a whole different matter, and it bothered Memnoch.

During the whirling thoughts, his outside facade remained serene, cold, disinterested, but yet watchful.

[Ladypuppet]

*Lady Cutra decide to ignore the arrogance of the vampire. It was a simply request but apparently he had no respect for any of the mages. Meanwhile her eyes turned to the mage named Toby. She tilted her head slightly looking at him before returning to her thoughts. She felt the tension in the air but couldn’t place were it was coming from it wasn’t just in this room it seemed to be outside of it as well. She shut her eyes slowly to thinking leaning against on of the chairs. Maybe it was nothing and could be from playing in the sulfur flats when she was a child, but maybe it was something serouis. She really wasn’t one to share thoughts especially in a council meeting but if needed she may have to. She wondered if the other mage felt the sensation to. Seeing that no one else was un-eased. This only sparked her curiosity on the matter more. Her eyes drifted to the floor on which the mage stood turning she leaned her full weight onto the table. Her eyes were dull in thought and not piercing and cold as the normally were. She sighed softly and looked up to Toby* Mage Toby so nice of you to join us.* She remarked in a low tone. Then her eyes looked over to the one named Azhar before hissing through clenched teeth she had half the mind to through him out but thought better of it and didn’t that would help the negations get anywhere…only hinder them. She spoke again in a dangerous low tone with a wicked grin spread across her face.* Azhar…right….First I gave such a crude welcoming to your beloved prince because I don’t like to wait, on anyone….Two he is not a fellow mage nor will he be treated as such…Three it was my decision to even see this meeting….Four I suggest you no speak out against my authority again…Or I will have you removed. Weather it be by will or by force.* The last word rolled of her tongue as if it were nothing. Moving back and around the table she slowly descended down the steps and looked to the mage and looked him over slowly and gave him a small polite smiles and stated in a face state of cheeriness.* I ‘am glad you could make this.* But deep down she had wished he hadn’t soon cause she knew he would ruin her fun about toying with the werewolves and vampires…But she would have to manage…for the if something did go wrong and by chance the werewolves and vampires turned and attacked the council they might stand a better chance. She could tell by the tension in the air not many of supernatural’s present like her at all. This was something she was far to used to…seeing that she was outcast by everyone she had called friend and they all turned on her and eventually hated her. She sighed softly at the fact and beckon the other mage to join her. In which she turned and moved back up the stairs across the back of the chairs and back to her seat…and awaited the no information that the mage held. Her eyes fell back unto her notes that she had been writing she made a note about the mage being late. She also if the had times after the meeting wanting to asked if he had the same strange feeling she had. At this point it was a game of words, wits, and the ability to find a common ground of goal. It was most likely going to be a long night.*

[Forgotten Wolf]

‘Toby’ smiled and walked up to the center of the table before speaking. “Thank you. Now as Azhar has pointed out, these hunters seem to be originating from this one warehouse area.” He walks over to the vampire’s side and the projector to point our redundantly the area. “Now we know this for a fact but there’s one thing we’ve overlooked.” He bluffing his way through this whole thing but his train of though did have some merit to it. “How can these people consistently catch a vampire and/or werewolf everyday?” He circled back behind the Prince though he kept his eyes on the werewolves. He rested his hands on the table as he looked at all the people involved in the meeting from his new position between the Prince and Memnoch. “The answer could be that they have people that are watching us while the hunters rest and plan.” He put out there as he stood up straight again… That’s when everything went crazy.

Chris couldn’t put his finger on it but there was something wrong with the way the Acanthus mage was acting… It seemed somewhat familiar. He eyed the man as he circled over to the vampires and pointed out the screen as well as starting the presentation of his information. As ‘Toby’ stood again after leaning on the table, Chris and everyone the room suddenly felt strange. It was as if they were experiencing a runner’s high and a not entirely unpleasant shiver pass up their spines as well as some small predatory growls heard though they could easily be mistaken for coming from the werewolves. It was a nimbus of a mage, an aura that extends out of a mage when they cast magic usually subtle unless very strong magic was used and unique from mage to mage. This nimbus though was something more likely to have come from a Thyrsus though… not an Acanthus, Obrimos, or Moros.

In a split second, Chris realized who’s nimbus it was and why ‘Toby’s’ manners reminded him of someone else. He went for his sword though he had forgotten he didn’t bring it as he shouted out the truth with shock and anger. “DHERRIS!!!”

In that split second though, Dherris had all ready spun, kicked the lounging bodyguard’s chair from out beneath him, and continued his spin to drive his no clawed hand into the Prince’s chest. The blow wouldn’t be enough to actually kill the Prince but he would be knocked into torpor for a very long time (probably a hundred years or so) unless a much stronger vampire wanted to give up some vitae to try and wake him.

Moving almost unnaturally fast Dherris moved away from the vampires and looked at Lady Cutra as his body began to take on its natural shape once again. “Sorry to bother you Cutra but I figured if I was going to be exiled I might as well leave with a bang.” He taunts and brags as he tosses the now useless glasses aside. Dherris was supposed to be exiled since he had blatantly used his magic on an entire club full of humans and supernaturals… It produced quite a few scandals from that event too. His brown hair and eyes as well as his athletic form were back now as he dashed from the room. He was ready for a battle though if need be… He was a quite powerful mage.



TFV*********************************************** *************
Team Helios: The different squads sat in silence spread all round the vampire section of the city in assorted civilian vans, u-haul trucks, and the like. They were ready; dressed in unmarked black tactical gear with even balaclavas to hide their identies and carrying shotguns, assault rifles, and SMGs. When the signal was given they moved like clockwork, the vehicles moving like they were going to pass by the entrance ways to the Elysium only to suddenly stop and unload their cargo. The guards were taking down quickly with silenced rounds, though normal bullets didn’t hurt vampires too much the TFV scientists had recently finished perfecting the UV rounds team Helios was now using.

The guards dusted, the men quickly moved to the doors, placing breach charges and blowing them wide open before tossing in solar grenades. Once the grenades went off they finally entered the building, quickly moving to complete their objectives. They weren’t even going to bother trying to completely sweep the building, that would take too long and then they’d have the mortal police to deal with. No, instead their mission was to plant demo charges on the building supports, get out, and crumble the building (they’d deal with the torpor vampires in the morning)


Team Luna: Similarly equipped with a few discrepancies, one big one is that they were traveling in a couple helicopters to where their intelligence guys had pinpointed a werewolf den in the woods outside of the city. They thought about going in on foot but with their sense of smell they would have known they were coming and been ready for them. This way they could get in quickly and the werewolves would most likely think they were heading for the nearby airport until they stop overhead.

In fact, once they were right overhead the men dropped something roughly shaped like a grenade except once it hit the ground they started flashing irregularly ruining the werewolves’ night vision. They also had another effect that the wolves’ quickly found out as they were suddenly forced to revert to their human forms. The lines dropped from the helicopters, men rapidly zipping down them, unhooking themselves and opening up on the weres with silver rounds.


It was a truly bloody night in Solace…

[braioch8201]

Memnoch sat, his eyes darting from each individual person to the next. The threat of the room seeming to grow with each passing second. Suddenly a chill ran through him, a chill he knew all to well, one that usually involved a mage using magic.

His body tensed as he felt the presence of a new mage within the room. His chair kicked out from under him suddenly, which should have sent him to the ground. Instead his natural instincts kicked in, seeming to slow everything down considerably. His cold blue eyes went almost red as he caught himself easily with his free hand, and swung himself upwards.

Flipping backwards with ease he landed gracefully on his two feet. His swords upon his waist were brought out in a flash before he had even landed and brought up to the new mage.

His reddened eyes faded as the rush of hormones passed through his body and faded. He snorted as the man disappeared. He turned and walked from the room, if the Prince would ever need him, he knew where to find him.

[Ladypuppet]

*Lady Cutra hissed in frustration and looked to the mage her eyes flashing slightly, as her clenched tightly. With a flash of an eye her attitude changed completely her cloak flew back power erupted around her.* So....you foolish one you came back.*Before Cutra could stop him the mage had hit the prince and ran off... She stepped forward, her body trembled as she looked at Dherris and quickly and looked up at him her hands moved quickly as the floor swayed and moved the floor moving up and quickly taking the mans feet and sinking them into floor and holding him there. She let out a grimace, and looked to him walking out her magic flaring around her, hands move quickly in motions that was made for this spell. Quickly the floor started to lurch and move causing a wave of wood in the form in the shape of hands trying to grab the man’s feet but soon he left her vision and the trap diminished. Looking up she gave a soft sigh as she walked over to the prince slowly she would track and find down the mage and possibly kill him if given the chance. Moving over she went to the prince completely ignoring everyone else in the room she was clearly pissed off…She knelt down by the prince and examined him.* He out…and won’t be able to be brought back until we can find a vampire stronger then he.* She sighed and stood up slightly giving a grimace slightly and moved over slowly through the crowd treating him almost as he was dead to her.* This meeting well continue and the Prince will be removed from my present’s and this meeting will not be stopped.* Standing almost instantly her hands not having moved that much she felt the reality bend around her as the air whirled under the prince moving him off to a sealed room closing and locking he would be dealt with later but his body would be stroed there for safe keeping. Soon she began to climb the stairs reaching the back of the desked she sliped off her robe and hung it on the chair reveling her tattoes and scares she looked unto the ones in the room. *Lets continue I wish to get some sleep in the morning, I would guess the rest of you would as well.* Motioning then slowly the doors closed and sealed no one else would enter her with out having getting past a sinkhole in the floor. She rested her hands on under her chin elbows on the table.* Does anyone else have anything to add before we try and make a compromise? *He tone was rigid and harsh as she spoke she wasn’t in a playful mood she was in a very foul move after what had happened.*

[eferhilda]

Shey had enough of this whole damn meeting, they were getting no where and there were far better things for her to do then be there. Shifting just enough so that she had claws she began chant in the first tongue, moving her claws she began to make a tear in the Gauntlet there was some resistance, but she was not going to let that stop her. Feeling the power course through her she watched as the female mage sought to try and stop the one who had removed the prince from office, with everyone distracted thus she made her move and tore into the Gauntlet. Grabbing a hold of Jack she pulled him with her as she stepped in, the spirit world enveloping the two of them sending a chill up her spine.

They were not in there long, but she could see the damage that Brain was talking about, there was so much pain and anger there that it would have been dangerous for them to stay in any longer then the few moments that it took them to exit the building. Still even those few moments allowed for her just how bad the damage was and knew that the werewolves would have to work harder at restoring balance to the world once again. Emerging from the Gauntlet Shey took a deep breath as she cleared her mind, looking around the area she recognized the part of the city and knew some of her wolves kept apartments in this section. Turning to look at Jack she smirks as she takes in his current state, "Good thing you decided to put that armor on huh?" she says as she looks him up and down, his form clad only in the armor he had put on before going to the meeting, everything else was left behind when she pulled him through the tear. On the ground at his feet as his helmet, "I wonder if that stuff chaffs or not?" she teased him, feeling a lot more relaxed now that she was no longer stuck in a room with all those vampires and being forced to make nice with them. Her mind began to wander down the path it was on before they were called to that poor excuse of a meeting, she took a tentative step toward him eyes deepening to a darker gold when her pocket began to vibrate. Groaning she answered it half expecting it to be Brian chastising her for leaving the meeting in such a manner, "Hello?" her tone tired and a bit angry. The color drained from her face as she listened to the voice on the other end, "Just stay hidden, I'm on my way." she said in flat tone as she lowered the phone, the shock beginning to wear off to be replaced with anger and rage. Lips curling back in a vicious snarl she threw back her head and howled out her rage and anger to the night sky. As it died down several other howls could be heard answering her own containing the same rage and anger as their alpha. Without another word she shifted to her were form growing huge and powerful rippling with angry muscle and fur. Kneeling she looked over to Jack, "On now!" she ordered and when he got onto her back she took off through the city streets in full form regardless of the humans in the streets, her pack had been hit and hit hard she needed to get to them fast.

As they traveled through the city she collected what was left of her pack as she went, the ones whose human lives had prevented them from answering her call earlier perhaps saving their lives from the pain that befell the rest of the pack. Reaching the forest she charged head long into the trees, not even thinking that the enemy might still be there only caring about reaching her pack, her den, her family. The smell is what hit first, the smell of death and pain mixed with that of her pack mates it was beyond unsettling. Breaking threw the clearing she slid to a stop as she took in the sight of her pack laying dead, Jack slid from her back as she slowly shifted back as she went to her knees besides one of the younger members of her pack. Sorrow filled her heart as she looked down upon the fallen child who had just began to control their change, throwing back her head again she howled this time one of sadness and lost. When her sad song was completed she looked over her shoulder to the others who stood there waiting for her orders, she could smell their pain and their anger as strong as her own. "Find the others and insure they are safe, leave two of you to hunt for them and to protect them. The rest of you return to me...." standing she looked at her waiting pack, "We will bury our brothers and sisters, then we shall go hunting those bastards down, killing them, their families everyone. They want to come into our home and slaughter our family, then we will return the favor and take the fight to their homes." her voice sounded cold and with no remorse. The remaining pack members nodded and then disappeared into the forest to carry out her wishes.

Shey turned looking at Jack, her gold eyes hard as she looked into his blue ones going to him she took a deep breath then laid her head on his shoulder "I hope you are ready for war? Because the humans have just started one..."

[Scambo]

Jack lounged back in the high backed chairs of the council, basking in the feeling of magic being channeled and used. But one thought clicked in his head as he watched the man pace back and forth in front of the projector screen. The radiating magic lapped over him, far too much for the simple actions that had been displayed. A sudden turn by Toby brought his gaze around. He had raised his right eyebrow and was running his thumb along the bridge of his index figure.
Where have I seen that before? Then, the arrogant vampire had toppled over in his seat, and the prince was on the ground, not moving.
He was on his feet instantly, staggering as the floor seemed to buck out from underneath him. He called a rote forth and moved slam the sleeper agent to the ground when an iron strong grip ripped him forward. He shuddered as he felt himself passing from one plane of existence to another. Jack kept his eyes closed as he felt himself returning to the physical plane. His clothes were missing, and the bag he had packed with them, leaving him clothed only in armor. He looked about for the fleeing assassin, but could not find him. His hand went to his hip, the stroke the pistol hidden there, and he found the space empty.
"Dammit my guns..... and my jacket." He looked over at Shey, a slight grin forming on his lips. But, he couldn't enjoy the moment, thoughts of what had just happened his thoughts. Shey growled and he turned, arching an eyebrow at the strange command. Tugging on his helmet, he mounted the shaggy beast and almost toppled off as she rocketed forward. Several others joined them and soon the city and its sounds faded away and were replaced by those of the forest. Branches and leaves whipped and snapped around him as the lupine tore through the woods, stopping in a clearing with her pack mates. He slid off of her back on wobbly legs, propping himself up against a nearby tree while he regained his senses. Her words and their weight held him fast.
"Not humans. They gave up their humanity when they did this." He said, gesturing towards the dead young and maimed lupines. He shook his head and sighed deeply, grateful for the face plate shielding his features from view.
The only question is will this end peace, or promote it?

[braioch8201]

Memnoch walked the streets of the night, his eyes prowling along the people passing by him. He needed to feed, and fast, he felt the growing tension in the city, and it was about ready to burst at the seams to destroy anything and everything around them.

Memnoch searched rapidly over the crowd, his eyes glancing from face to face. Suddenly he felt the presence of another vampire, mere yards from him on the opposite side of the street.

From the smell of the immortal, he was a few centuries old, definitely old enough to fill the remaining void in Memnoch's body. He was withing mere inches of the being before it knew he was there. It turned slowly and gazed at him, his eyes open wide in shock.

"Mem-Memnoch!!!" it stuttered out.

Memnoch's lip curled upwards in a cruel smile as he grabbed the being and bit down. The blood poured into his mouth and he smiled inwardly as he felt the power returning to him that he hadn't bothered to regain since he hadn't had much to worry about as of late.

Suddenly he heard a mortal man next to him scoff in disgust and proclaim that that kind of "sick shit" shouldn't even be allowed in public. Memnoch released the vampire in his hold, the blood throughly drained and grabbed the human, "you think us lovers? Fine then share the love as well!" he roared as he bared his fangs, not caring who saw and sunk his fangs into the man, not bothering to calm the man into a numb stupor first. The man screamed loudly as he felt the life being drained from him.

Memnoch, finished, flung the man, barely alive into a window display. The flight of the body and the crash of glass sent the crowd of stunned people panicking in opposing directions. Memnoch threw back his head and laughed, oh it was going to be a good night indeed.