Resounding Dissolution (IC)

[ladybella]

"Good evening, Victoria. Any idea if Krieger will be stopping by tonight? I'd like to speak with him."
Victoria looked up sharply as Lillian entered, followed by Jasper. She smiled and shook her head as the vampire poured herself a drink.
"I'm afraid I don't know for certain, however the urge to find him myself is unexplainable," Victoria said frowning.
As if he knew he was being spoken of, Krieger appeared, saying he had returned for her. The way he phrased the simple statement made her panic. Did he mean to drag her away from her coven? Anger quickly overcame the panic, she suddenly felt like his little pet who could be called whenever it pleased him. With narrowed eyes Victoria vowed that she would be no one's pet and Krieger would find it impossible to tame her. She didn't speak however, watching the others talk. From their previous meeting Victoria had gathered that Jasper and Krieger knew each other. Her curiousity doused the fire a bit, letting her focus more on every word, rather than stew in her own emotions.

[Noxious]

She'd been turned at a young enough age that many of the wolves habits had become second nature in her own life. Those habits ruled her now as she crouched down just far enough away and down wind that the group of werewolves that they couldn't smell her. She was wholly unsure on what to do in this situation. Her first reaction was to turn and run, but she seemed frozen, no amount of fear could lead her wolf to agree to run and be a lone wolf. It just wasn’t in some wolves blood. As she observed them she also attempted to crouch lower into the foliage, scared they’d see her, scared the wind would change.

Her wolf, which seemed to have a voice of it’s own rumbling through her mind these days, nudged her forward and she let out a barely audible growl at herself. Why did we come this far? We came for them! For a pack to be apart of. An Alpha to protect us. If nothing else to obey the old alpha and return to him with news. Go to them! She raised her button nose to the air and sniffed, trying to decide more about the wolves. Brown strands of hair brushing across her cheek with the wind carrying them towards her. It was hard to smell them over herself at the moment though. She’d been running for a few days, as a woman, as a wolf, sleeping nude in barns until she arrived here. She had come straight here, she could smell them, and really she made it a habit to stay out of towns at all costs anyways.

[101 Scout1]

Felix:

Felix saw Dru's movement, but didn't respond to it. He stood almost stock-still, as he often did, his cloak covering all of his body aside from his head while his hands rested at his sides. He shot Michael a look as he mentioned food, "Control yourself," He said coldly, a bored expression on his face. He wasn't exactly sure how old Michael was, but he remembered getting a hold of his own hunger some years ago. He reserved it for when it truly mattered, when he could enjoy it.

He heard Kane speak and sniffled, pretending that it he was only clearing his nose. However... There was something thick permeating the air from the other wolf, and Felix knew that scent... from somewhere, but he wasn't sure where from. He didn't say anything however, not wanting to point fingers before he knew what was going on.


Jasper:

The vampire felt Krieger coming and his face twisted into an angry expression, "I do not believe anybody invited you," He said with a bit of venom in his voice. He saw the way that Victoria narrowed her eyes at him and smirked a little bit, Looks like he isn't exactly playing his cards right... She looks less than pleased, Jasper thought to himself as he put an arm around Lillian's waist. "What are we doing tonight?" He asked her curiously, not entirely sure where to go from there.

[Viv]

Lillian nodded at Victoria, "We always have the desire to locate our Sires. Krieger is yours, is he not?" The night was getting long and Lillian knew she'd need time to feed properly before trying to locate Drucilia. She'd need to talk with the girl and find out if the new Alpha meant to sustain their accord or if a new one would be put into place. Having one was more beneficially to her people, because the wolves could blend in with the humans during the day, but her people were forever cast out from society.

Krieger appeared, seeming most pleasent and in high spirits. Before she could respond, Victoria spoke up and then Jasper stepped up and spoke to the visiting vampire. She leaned into him and turned her attention back to Krieger. "I would like to know your intentions before I make the grave mistake of inviting you to become part of my evening." She waited for his reply, listening intently.

When he was finished, she turned toward Jasper, her eyes a bit hooded, seductive. "I want to go feed, talk with the wolves and get back in enough time to become more antiquated with you, my love." A smile tugged at the edge of her lips, the handsome man in front of her becoming quite close to her cold heart.

[Katelyn]

Elsie:

Mace growling at her as if she were a teenager when she was only trying to assist him caused the bitch that lived in her persona to strut to the surface and growl, "I was cleaning up the mess made on you... nothing more rest assured."

She picked up the note and handed it to him, turning to Siena, "I'm sorry... did you say you were a hunter commissioned by the elders? If not, I've nothing to share with you other than a lovely parting... good night."

She snatched her note from Mace, his multipersonality disorder aggrevating her deeply. She walked from the pub with Kane on her mind, wondering if he were responsible for the drinks that were poured all over her fellow hunter. She smiled at the thought and walked toward the stables to get a horse, checking her weapons and getting excited at the idea of a fight. She needed to get some of this energy out.

I do hope Kane is there. Her body warmed at the thought of the handsome man - and the animal that lay just below the surface.

[Yzza]

Sabine

Sabine watched as the two hunters ignored their own sexual tension but raised an eyebrow as the woman snipped. Somebody was a little touchy, perhaps even compensating for some lack of confidence. No matter what the reason for the dirty woman’s lack of decency it was clear she was also either lacking in certain knowledge, or just plain stupid. Sabine’s father had been a founder of the modern council and once Sabine married and became a Lady of the Romanian court she too had kept tabs of the council. Her husband had been more than willing to allow his wife’s friends have use of his trade business but after his death it was her donations that had kept the hunters so well armed.

As the pair made their way out Sabine turned and motioned for a servant, who quickly stepped forward. “Show me the room and I will be needing you deliver a letter.” Soon Sabine was shown her room, a decent enough place, and went to the small but clean desk where she pulled forth her stationary. Laying out a single piece of paper and pulled forth her ink to pen a delicately written, unrushed letter. Sabine was never one to rush.



Dear Lucien,

I hope this night finds you well, or as well as a night can find one who has suffered a loss such as you have. Know that my thoughts are with you know but soon I hope to find our correspondence to involve more than thoughts and written words. I am currently residing in the Comwell Inn suit, apparently they only posses one, and sincerely hope to see you. While I find myself tired from a weary days travel do not fear awakening me no matter the hour, there are things more important than sleep.

Love
Sabine



After a second to dry Sabine took out her perfume and gave it just the lightest of spritzing and folded, carefully sealing it with wax and a ‘V’. Once finished Sabine stood and made her way to the door. She handed the letter to the servant and gave instruction to hand deliver personally or not at all, waiting to see the man leave before shutting the door and undressing for bed.

[Deamonbane]

Alexander

Alexander paused in his step. Kane had a valid point. But, dammit, he was curious," The proverb says that curiosity killed the cat," He grinned," Never said anything about what it did to a wolf. If you want to stay, I wouldn't want to risk any of your lives. However," His grin widened," If any of you feel like you cannot be parted from my delightful presence for an instant, or if you want to be in on a good fight, let's go," His grin disappeared," Victor was a psychopath, but he wasn't a coward. I have to give the wolf that."

Mace

Mace suddenly felt embarrassed. Of course, that was what she meant. Even so, he grumbled some inanity about her mentioning his nakedness, and followed her out. He put on a new shirt, and changed his pants. He then grabbed her by her shoulders, and kissed her on the lips, deeply. When he separated, prepared to dodge a punch that might or might not be coming, he winked and smiled at her," For good luck," he grabbed his weapons," Now, lets get going."

[chulance]

Michael:

His rage was getting the better of ihm, but he was never really angry. He enjoyed what he did torturing and devouring the innocent. Anger was new, he felt more like a beast then he ever did before,. Something had changed, something was different about him. However Dru came for his legs causing him to stumble, and hit the ground. He quickly got on his feet again but Alexander gave him permission o run off gathering food, and he just howled running off.

The beast had taken over again, as if the wolf had dominance over him even when he was in his human state. He stopped as he saw a carriage moving through the forest presumably heading to town. Travelers, or perhaps a couple who’d been on vacation. There where three inside a good meal, the driver and those in the back. But there was another smell that filled his nostrils, another wolf, a beautiful scent. He growled as he came out of the tree wishing to be a full beast, all he could think about was meat. His lust for flesh to fornicate and devour. “Time for a snack” With that he lunged towards the carriage, his superior strength allowing him to knock it over. Who said wolves couldn’t have fun with innocent bystanders on a moonless night hadn’t met him.

Lucien:

“Please shut up Canna, you’re nothing more than insane bitch. Bring all the torches we have a fire to make.” He took the torch to Canna’s eyes to blind her burning her face, as the guards brought the other torches and he smiled as he kicked her in her chest. About fifteen minutes later her corpse was on fire being burned to ashes. For the most part the Guard’s injuries were minor luckily Canna was merely insane not supernatural.

“I suppose I was wrong about monsters everyone. They are real, there called humans.” He looked at her corpse as a tear came down on his eye, this was the woman who murdered his maker. He thought murdering her would bring him a sense of satisfaction, peace. But it didn’t his father died because he took his advice over that of a maniac willing to end innocent lives. His father died because of hm, if he’d never interfered if he’d just murdered Canna. With the killer dead now he had to face the reality of his father’s end, he was going to be put in a graveyard his funeral was coming up. His ascension to power was one he’d craved for a long time, but the costs had been dear. “Tell the priest what you’ve seen, and do not address me as Mayor as of yet, Today I am still your equal.”

His voice was heavy, but the matters he was dealing with where as well. He inhaled, then exhaled before hopping onto his trusty steed. Steadying himself on the saddle he rode off back to the inn, the deed was done, unlike in the Old Testament vengeance had come by his hand not of Yahweh’s. As he neared the pub where he’d departed from only an hour ago, a man called out to him. He came to a halt, allowing the man to approach him.

“A Letter for you Mister Dalma.” The man placed it his hands, and without another word he was on his way. Lucien opened up the letter examining it, and managed to smile. In his darkest moments Sabine had always been there to light them up. “So you’ve come back after all these years.” While he’d seen her recently the occasion had not been a happy one, the murder of her husband. From what he’d seen probably the doings of a beast with a grudge against her family. Their families had always been fueling business that dealt with the killing of the supernatural it was not a stretch to believe they were at the top of “To kill” list for the entities of the night.

After taking the horse back to the stable, and folding the letter up he made his way to the Inn. It was a short walk from the inn thankfully, he was tired after all the events that had transpired. After speaking at the front desk, and traveling up a flight of stairs he was at Sabine’s room. As he raised his hand to knock, last time he’d met her she’d been a saddened widow angry with those who’d taken her husband from him. But he’d since passed, how might that affect their relationship now? He’d find out now he’d never been one to let fear of the unknowing immobilize him, that in mind he knocked on the door.

Krieger:

This was turning out to be a lively evening that would be spent with the other vampires, but really he was only focused on two things at this point Victoria, and the Cormstock murderer. Jasper’s dislike for him amused him, if anything wasn’t he the one that reserved the right to the him? The man that had made him into the very creature he wanted to wipe out.

“Ah but then again you are wrong, you’re listening skills we’re never superb Jasper, I suppose that hasn’t changed after 4 centuries, but you know what they say? Old Habits die hard. Being immortal I guess they last forever.” He waltzed over to Victoria to pour himself a glass of blood. He sipped it, it wasn’t fresh but still tasty. Plus he wasn’t feeding on a human so there was nothing weighing on his conscience but the night was still young and as always things could change.

“My intentions are to put an end to these murders, I like a good mystery, but I truly hate secrets. Knowledge is power, and I do quite enjoy power. I believe the wolves are responsible, and seeing as how it’s always fun to slay mutts I decided why don’t I find out, because if my hunch is right it may mean wolves and vampires won’t be friends very much longer as unfortunate as that would be.” He paused to take another sip of the blood. “Those are my honest intentions, but a secondary goal has come along as well this beautiful woman over here. Of course I wouldn’t call someone as pleasant to be around as secondary, really she’s the main focus now, finding out about the murders is just..a side task now.”

[SkienReaper]

Sarah and Zach were walking again, only a few hours. Due to a run in with some bandits a few days earlier, they had stuck to traveling at night. Their travel had been accompanied by a seemingly random conversation between the two.

"So are you STILL going through your elaborate 'plan' of talking to the members of the council and convincing them to let two trained teenagers to help hunt the monsters?" Zach asked his sister for the fifth time today. "As a matter of fact, I am. I'm still worried about the fact rock that they might say no and send us back home. If they hole do then we'll be out of food. We only got enough to get us to them." Sarah replied. "Well I guess we could buy some at the next town. It shouldn't be to far, just up there beyond the curve in the road. I mean we-" Sarah said, cut off by her brother putting his hand over her mouth. "You talk to much, Sis." He laughed. She pulled him to the side a little then removed his hand. "There was another hole." She said, making an excuse.

They kept walking forward, towards the town. The stables were the first thing Sarah could see. "Hey! Someone just went in there. Well it couldn't hurt to see if they know anything about the Hunters." Sarah thought out loud. "Oh yeah I totally saw them walk in there!" Zach replied sarcastically. "You know what I meant!" Sarah said back to him before dragging him faster.

They entered the stables and looked for the two strangers that entered before them. "Hello?" Sarah called to get their attention. "We were just wondering if you knew anything about the Hunters."

"It wouldn't hurt to know where to get a good bowl of soup either..." Zach mumbled, which was shortly followed by Sarah shoving her elbow into his side.

[Yzza]

Sabine had taken her time getting undressed; carefully replacing everything she removed into its correct container. Her bobby pins, once pulled from her hair, were placed in a small decorative glass jar with her makeup and grooming implements. She undressed and removed her corset before being sure to hang them both in the small dresser provided before donning her large white night coat and sitting before her mirror to brush her hair. It was stroke 86 that was interrupted by a knock, a soft one, and caused Sabine to stop. She set the brush down and stood to make her way over to the door before opening it just slightly. “Lucien.” She opened it fully then and beckoned him to step inside before anyone else could see her in such a state; naught but a night coat and her hair down in thick dark waves.

Once he was inside Sabine closed and locked the door, turning to embrace him. She kissed his softly, cradling his face in her hands for a few seconds before letting go and looking up at him. “I am glad you could come to see me Lucien.” She looked at him for a few seconds, unsure of what to say. “Here sit. Is there anything you need my dearest one?” She wanted to ask him what had happens, talk about all these sudden attacks, but knew he might just want to forget for a few moments.