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« on: February 11, 2019, 03:01:37 PM »
The feeling of flying had always brought her a quiet comfort that she didn't like to admit. She would never be able to reach that Plane again where levity was easy, freeing, and natural. There were times where she missed being able to soar openly by her own accord, without worry of who would see her or other beings in the skies. It was times like this that she took to planes.

The duties to her people had kept her busy for the first few months after the dissolution of the Oligarchy. She had established firm rule of her district, her team reaching out to every resident and business owner with stakes in the North-West part of the city. She had even made it clear that people of the Western district could look to her for guidance in this troublesome time. Zoheret had no qualms discussing why the government of the people had dissolved overnight, former Oligarchs running from rumors of destruction with their tails between their legs. But she had stayed, she assured them. Zoheret would be here to protect, serve, and care for all her constituents. She promised to raise their standards of living and provide them with true justice when the need arose. Above all else she promised protection from any dangers that would arise due to the arrogance of her former colleagues.

And she had delivered on those promises with surprising results. Crime in her district, while spiking briefly for a few months after the disbandment of the Oligarchy, settled into an all-time low. There were a few immortals who reared heads and challenged her rule in the most pathetic of ways, but all had been crushed by the sheer force of Zoheret's will. Those had been bloody, satisfying days in the beginning. Of course, they were kept under wraps - after greasing the proper hands of the mortal powers that be - and her subjects were none the wiser. And all of the mess had made her head hurt and her wings ache.

Once the dust had settled and her meetings slowed for a few days, Zoheret had begun to dream of Greece again. How long had it been since she had dreamt of the beautiful isles and sharp mountains? Warm, dry air, blue waters, and the smell of lemons. Clean and ancient, just as she remembered it to be. After more than a year of chaos and bullshit, Zoheret began to plan her escape.

Her want had started with a weekend trip - something to clear her head - which then turned into a week. A month passed before she dreamed again of leaving this wretched, dirty city. Again she left for Greece, hoping to stay for a week and to shake off all of the negative associations with the city on her vacation, only to stay for double the intended time. If she hadn't had such a wonderful time, she could have scolded herself for such endeavors.

Now the plane was landing on the runway, bouncing indelicately and coming to a final stop with a loud grinding sound which took precedence over the entire cabin - first class, of course. At the captain's instruction she took her purse and descended the aircraft into the deep night air.

The air here was cold and damp, unpleasant to her exposed skin. She had remembered to bring a blazer with her this time, knowing that she would need it now as her feet touched the ground in the dark winter's night. Before she had left her hotel room in London, Zoheret had chosen the chic blue blazer and white silk blouse with the intention of impressing her mortal handlers and her client for the evening, the first of many she had scheduled that night. High-waisted black slacks which fit snugly around her hips and thighs tapered down her legs until her ankles. Tonight her gray suede heels would click on any stone commandingly, though not as sharply as her pumps did. She looked good and she knew it, pride filling every step as mortals filled their gaze of her. At least there was her own perfection that she could count upon. She gathered her suitcase, strode through the airport to the white limousine that awaited her, ignoring much else around her.

Nearly an hour had passed before the driver opened the door and helped her out into her own private drive at Attica Villa. She had missed this house dearly and smirked as she looked upon it. With her clutch in hand, she let the chauffeur get her luggage and she headed into the open entry way of the house.

A human servant - a new one, by the look of things - stood waiting for her as she approached, trying not to make eye contact with the District Leader. He seemed nervous, brown eyes lowered and a mist of perspiration on his cheekbones. It made Zoheret curious.

"Is my guest already here, boy?" She demanded in her kindest tone, one she reserved usually for pillowtalk. The Dark Angel smiled at the boy something disingenuous, but the silly mortal couldn't tell. Lightly she put her hand upon his forearm, something the boy was smart enough to tense up at. So he had been trained well. BUt Zoheret had no interest in causing harm to the lad - he hadn't even proven himself worth it.

"Y-yes, m-madam," he stammered. According to his name tag, he was named Caesar. Zoheret thought he looked more like a Henry, but pushed the thought aside at this new knowledge. So her guest had been waiting upon her arrival, how kind. Hopefully her staff had been wise enough to offer this guest refreshment - after all, she was the District Leader.

"Caesar," she purred softly, looking up into his eyes with all the command of a queen looking for a suitor to seduce her. "Take me to my guest, please. I don't like keeping anyone waiting." The boy nodded nervously and broke contact with Zoheret, leading the way up the stairs to the main floor of the house, down the foyer, and into a larger lounge where her guest was waiting.
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« Reply #1 on: February 12, 2019, 12:51:33 AM »
Saraekiel was dressed in Saint Laurent; from his black, Wyatt, western-buckle leather shoes, which matched the black leather biker jacket (which in turn had been discarded to hang over one of the rooms sofas), to the black, flared, woolen jacquard trousers and the cream coloured Jacquard, crepe, long sleeved shirt, which he had unbuttoned to his chest. The colour looked good against his dusky skin and his thick, dark brown hair fell tumbling around his shoulders, framing his face and eyes. He looked spectacular and new it, the sophisticated rebel, seductively dangerous and comfortable in his own skin.

He had been here for a little while now and had taken the opportunity to look around without disrespectfully snooping. The room was nice if a little on the nose, he prefered modern and streamlined, however, he did like the wall to wall bookshelves on the far wall, therefore, he had sipped the expensive whiskey the staff had offered him, removed his jacket and perused the collection while he waited

Now, the abandoned and empty glass rested on a coffee table and he stood, leaning his shoulder against the wall in front of a window, which he had just opened. The cool, soft, evening breeze ruffled his hair slightly as he looked out over Zoherets impressive villa while slowly pulling a dyed feather across his palm, repeatedly stroking it with his thumb; separating the barbs from the vane, enjoying the way it caught and rubbed against his skin. It was a normal bird feather, eagle maybe but dyed a deep, dark red. He recognized it for what it was the instant he received it the day before, with its matching note containing nothing but the time, date and an address. The note was nothing, the feather on the other hand, the feather was an invitation to meet with Zoheret herself.

He had tried to meet with her many a time before, but he was always told that she was busy, unavailable or out of town. The last person who had told him that had been left slightly broken, screaming and blind, so he was also feeling slightly trepidatious as he run the feather across his palm once again. Was that the reason she had finally invited him to a meeting? He thought invitation, but as the feather tugged and caught on his skin, he knew it for the command that it was; better for them both if he thought of it as an invitation though. No body commanded him, not any more.

Or maybe she wanted to meet him because of the bistro he set alight on the boardwalks in the hope of gaining her attention, albeit that was many months ago now or maybe it was because he had started making noises about her absence and lack of visibility and therefore he should be seen as her second in command if not the outright District Leader, not that he really wanted that kind of power or her position. Leadership looked like too much work and not enough fun, no; he chased personal power, he craved personal and absolute freedom, not the trappings of power, he wasn’t interested in being adored or worshiped. However, he really didn’t like the current power balance in the city and if he had to take a position of power to break it, to challenge it, to preserve his freedom then so be it.

How the fuck did so much control end up in the hands of a pack of degenerate, mutated undead monkeys in the first place? Now that was something he was worried about, to think that these fucked up, diseased, bloodsucking, human leeches thought they had power over him, could command him, were better than him! Were better than or equal to Angels in general! Not to mention those flea bitten, mongrel, angel hating wolf shifters. Who the fuck did they think they were? They though he and his kind were the abominations?! Those filthy mutts were nothing but shit scrapped off of the foot of the creator!  Just thinking about it and them and the whole situation made him angry, made him rage; it burned and smoldered within him causing his eyes to glow with his power.

At the sound of footstep and the sharp, rhythmic clack of heels in the hallway he turned and watched the door, his eyes alight, daring and unafraid as he dragged the red feather across his palm.


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Re: Back to Business
« Reply #2 on: February 12, 2019, 02:32:29 PM »
"My dear Saraekiel!" Zoheret announced grandly, as if greeting an old friend. A courteous smile spread over her beautiful face and she strolled past the mortal to greet her guest. "I'm so pleased that you've received my invitation. Has my staff offered you proper respect and kindness?" The District Leader deposited her purse upon a chair nearby before outstretching a delicate - but firm - hand out to the other in greeting.

It had taken her weeks to figure out what had happened with the bistro by the boardwalk. A small fire that had grown to intense proportions before any mortal fire patrol could reach it. At first, she hadn't thought much about the event - some human settling a score with a business owner, surely. It wasn't until the staff had heard it slip that Saraekiel was searching for Zoheret that they had all began to wonder. There never was any confirmation that Zoheret's team had found, though the other Dark Angel had made it abundantly clear that it was time they speak.

So after catching wind of his displeasure, Zoheret had made it a point to send a feather to the other. As expected, the Dark Angel had shown. Zoheret wasn't expecting politeness from the other originally - surely he would have to won over somehow. As such, his glowing eyes didn't startle her. She was the sister of Lucifer. She would never be so easily intimidated if indeed they were for her. The gracious smile remained stiffly in place as her guest spoke.
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« Reply #3 on: February 14, 2019, 12:13:39 AM »
He had heard tales of Zoheret of course, who of their ilk hadn’t? but the stories were nothing compared to the reality of the Dark Angel that walked through the door. Stunning didn’t do her justice nor beautiful, mesmerizingly gorgeous maybe? No not even that. She walked in like the Queen she was. Elegant, graceful, commanding, radiating with power. Deadly, yes definitely deadly.

He smiled warmly as he reached for Zoherets offered hand, for in truth he could do nothing else, regardless of any games, it was simply nice to be in the company of his own kind. As he took her hand in his and offered a firm shake in return to hers, but then instead of releasing her hand he turned it slightly and laid a feather light kiss on the top of her wrist.

“Sarai Zoheret, the poets do you no justice, you truly are the most exquisite being the Creator has ever made” He released her hand, a playful smile tugging at his lips, his eyes now calm and filled with nothing more then his normal angelic splendor. He had no real problem with Zoheret or how she ran her district. No, he wanted to meet Zoheret not to challenge her but because he thought they would make great allies. Two Dark Angels working together could halt the spreading vampiric rot and cleanse the city of mongrel riffraff. That was his hope anyway, it all came down to whether they could work together as allies and equals for as powerful as Zoheret was, he would not serve.

“Thank you for your invitation to visit you, your home is spectacular, and your staff have been most gracious and attentive with my care”

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« Reply #4 on: February 15, 2019, 08:59:39 AM »
She was not the type to blush; in fact his comment on her beauty was expected, welcomed warmly with a gracious smile. Long years she had spent with humans and the like fawning over her beauty and she was pleased that it had never waned. "You're too kind, my dazzling friend. Too kind by far! And I'm glad to hear that you were properly taken care of. My staff knows that I have certain expectations when a guest arrives.

"Now," she said seating herself gracefully in a comfortable seat, back enough to look up at the other Angel. She found that the male gender tended to like this kind of positioning, even if her voice and questions made it clear who was really in control. Zoheret could never fault a beautiful creature for finding pleasure in another. Truth be told, she greatly enjoyed looking upon him, his golden skin and wide shoulders. That tease of chest. "Tell me of your... situation. I've heard rumors that you've been looking quite thoroughly for me. Tell me what it is I can help you with, now that you have my undivided attention."

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« Reply #5 on: February 16, 2019, 03:51:47 AM »
He smiled broadly, warmly at her as Zoheret sat herself so regal like in the seat, her words were kind, even friendly and her eyes appreciative of the view he provided but he read between the lines quite nicely.

Your gorgeous, I’m gorgeous, we both have silver tongues. Now, you went to a lot of effort to make a big enough fracas in the hope of getting my attention. You now have it, get to the point and stop wasting my time.

However if Zoheret thought he was going to wait to be invited to sit in her presence like some servant or retainer, she had another thing coming. As a Dark Angel her reputation was legendary and even appreciated the fact she had gained a foothold of land and power in a city practically owned by vampires, but he had only one master and she wasn't it. So after she took her seat he followed suit and sat on the lounge he had discarded his jacket over earlier.

"Let there be truth between us then" he said as he pulled the jacket onto his lap and started ruffling through its pockets. "Firstly, I originally wanted to meet you because I was sick and tired of being surrounded by all these lesser creatures all the time" Finding what he was looking for he pulled them out of the jacket and held them resting in his hands. One was a fancy looking invitation and the other a bulletin sheet. "And, as far as I could tell you and I were and still are the only ones of our kind currently inhabiting this fine, sin filled, debauched city, and so I thought Birds of a Feather and all that. You were busy however so I settled for just letting you know I was around and available if you were interested. After awhile i assumed you weren't." He shrugged nonchalantly at her supposed disinterest before placing the two items on the table before her and slid them towards her with his fingers.

"Then these happened" He indicated the bulletin "A declaration by one Jake McCloud of his intentions of eventually claiming dominion and absolute lordship over the entire city and every creature in it.  Then this." He then indicated the fancy invitation "arrived by courier a couple days after. Its an invitation to attend some sort of gala to be hosted by Charon and his family." he leaned back and smiled wickedly at Zoheret

" I smell possibilities and a whole lot of chaos brewing in the wind. I thought we could  fly the currents together and have a little fun. What do you think?"

This was too good of an opportunity to pass up and he had every intention of taking full advantage. If he had to do it solo he then fine, but as another dark angel and as one who would be more effected by the political power structure of the city then he was, he thought he would make the offer to play together.






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« Reply #6 on: March 03, 2019, 02:12:58 AM »
As he procured the items from his coat, Zoheret stayed quiet with the same look of poised interest on her face. There was no difference as he presented his case, stepping cautiously around the issues presented. She had been told of the recent events of the city while away in Greece. Diplomacy was never one of Jake McCloud's strong suits, Zoheret knew, and she wasn't the least bit surprised when the youngling had made the decision to invade the Western District under some false pretenses. Apparently the Anarch didn't appreciate the anarchy. The entire idea of it was ludicrous and had made her laugh bitterly while looking out of her island paradise.

Now, however, here was a specimen of a man who sat before her with a similar worldview and disgust of all things undead. She, too, was tired of living in an immortal city run by undead beasts who knew nothing about how best to treat anyone else but their own kin. Sires and fledges and familiars, all separated by familiar lines, yet incestuous in their quests for fulfillment.

"What did you have in mind?" She smirked and looked up dangerously at her companion.
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« Reply #7 on: March 12, 2019, 10:53:46 PM »
He wasn't sure if Zoheret was interested or even listening to what he was saying, her facial expression and body language gave nothing away. Playing cards against her would be a total bitch, but when her smile and the glitter in her eyes told him she had an axe to grind as well, he answered her smile with one that was just as dark and dangerous as her own. With Zoheret onside it was finally time to show these undead monkeys that nobody ruled the angels, especially not them. The vampires might have the numbers but they will learn what true power was when just two of his kind managed to bring the city and their lot to their knees..

" I suggest we divide and conquer. We need to break Jake McCloud's grasp on the city before it becomes a stranglehold." He leaned forward and tapped Charon's invitation "We go and we get a feel for the lay of the land. You use your position and ties to the other leaders and see if there are any we could turn and use against Emperor Jake and I will see if there are any chinks in his armor to exploit. We mingle, network, then regroup, so that we can pick the best possible routes to get these parasitical corpses to start fighting amongst themselves" He leaned back into the chair until it pressed up against his wings and suddenly he felt trapped. He wondered how Zoheret could stand it, to be forced to sit on her wings and have them trapped by the chair.Maybe pretending to be human for so long had conditioned her to be able to ignore the discomfort. He had no intentions of ever having to play human so deeply as that.

He leaned forwards again and gave Zoheret a considering look. "Jake McCloud has overreached i think and many feathers will be ruffled by his greeedy grasp for territory and power. maybe we should try and set up a meeting with the demon clans? They certainly wouldn't be pleased by Jakes slaughter of their people. Also I have sent out my people to track down reputable Vampire Hunters, both here in the States and in Europe." He grinned darkly again. " I don't intend on bringing them here, not yet, but they are a back up for plan B"

He tapped his fingers on the armchair and considered saying more but decided to wait to see how Zoheret responded to his plans before continuing, he had no doubt a Grigori of Zoherets caliber had many ideas and plans of her own on how to bring the vampires and the city to heel.

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« Reply #8 on: March 13, 2019, 08:59:26 AM »
Zoheret said absolutely nothing for the entirety of his speech, mental gears working quickly through one scenario after another. Finally, as he finished with his discussions, his suggestions, she responded simply. "That is a very serious accusation you've made against District Leader McCloud tonight, my friend." Her eyes remained hard on his, but her words were a little too poised. "If you have a qualm with District Leader McCloud, I highly suggest you make an appointment with his people. Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do."

The Dark Angel rose and crossed to her desk and sat in the chair regally. She pressed three buttons on the phone to reach her secretary Michelle. As she spoke her eyes stayed on her companion's. "Michelle, please reschedule my other appointments for the evening. It seems that Lord Saraekiel needs to vent some more grievances. And can you also please take in the flags from outside for evening?"

"At once, Madam."

There was a click and Zoheret, who still held the other's gaze, a commanding finger up to silence Saraekiel should he try to speak. Her staff could be heard shifting, closing doors, and emptying themselves from the house. The humans would stand guard in various positions outside the building for as long as they desired, knowing that to enter the house after the "flags" were called in would mean scalding, nearly crippling pain from the sister of Lucifer herself. Among other treatments.

After several long moments in which she allowed all of her staff to leave the building, she put her finger down and began again.

"We are alone now," she said, her voice less polite now, and serious. "You cannot come into my headquarters and openly discuss bringing war upon the city!" There was anger in her voice, though not a terrifying amount. Surely, it wouldn't send Saraekiel running. "I am you District Leader. How am I supposed to react when a citizen brings me such a plan so publicly? Have you no tact?"

She breathed deeply, calming her anger, nostrils flaring. "Jake McCloud is nothing more than an insolent whelp who leads an army of moronic creatures more stupid than he is. If he asked them to charge off a cliff, certainly they would. His move into the West was something I should have been better prepared for. But he has made just as many bonds as I, but the powerful names in this city are aligned with him presently. You know how these vampires are. Always supporting one another before someone outside their race." Zoheret folded her arms in front of herself, turning towards the windows at her back to think. She suddenly missed Greece terribly.

"There is merit in the plan to divide and conquer. There are still territories opening up - the North especially, now that the Lycanthrope has given up his claim." She paused, longer this time, watching the humans mulling about on her lawns. "What we need is to play their game as it stands now. I need Jack McCloud gone, but not before he is discredited and shunned. We need to disempower him and his cause. Killing him and his kind will only create martyrs."
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« Reply #9 on: March 14, 2019, 09:42:13 PM »
He sat in silence as Zoheret spoke, the look she gave him told a different tale then her carefully chosen, politically correct words and vocal tone portrayed, and so he assumed she was playing the role of aloof District Leader for some reason. He watched with curious dispassion as she made her phone call to what he assumed was her human secretary and cocked an eyebrow with wry amusement in response to her commandingly raised finger after she ended the call.

It was only as her staff retreated and a stillness settled over her villa that he realized her earlier tone wasn’t for him but for her staff and whoever she thought might be listening. At this realization he narrowed his eyes anew in speculation. His tone when he spoke was filled with shocked sympathy, but his eyes were alight with sardonic amusement

“My dear Zoheret, firstly, you have my deepest sympathy; I had no idea your headquarters were so compromised! “His eyebrows furrowed with theatrical concern. “The fact you have to empty your own home of all residents to ensure your privacy must be belittling indeed. I assure you, had I known your people were untrustworthy and your residence no more secure than a fish stall at market I would have been more circumspect with my words.” He shook his head in disbelief. “How audaciously disrespectful these lesser creatures are. Where is their respect, their loyalty? How kind and magnanimous you are to tolerate and let slide such behavior, and in your own house too. “ He crossed his ankle over his knee, placed his hands on the arm rests of the chair and smiled benignly at Zoheret. “When next we meet I suggest we do so at my residence. Rest assured, No one dares spy on me; our privacy is guaranteed there, and our activities will unequivocally remain our business.”

He placed his hands in his lap, weaved his fingers together and tapped his thumb pads together a couple of times as he contemplated his next words before stilling once more. His grey eyes hard and serious as he looked at Zoheret.

“Secondly, I came here as a courtesy, dark angel to dark angel to see if you were interested in bringing these undead upstarts down a peg or two. I am not a subordinate brining my troubles to a superior, and I am not your citizen anything and you may dear are most definitely not my Leader in any way shape or form; so please, save your berating, lecturous tone for your servants, your sycophants and whatever lesser creatures you claim to rule over. I answer and belong to no one but myself.”

He stretched towards the small table beside him and picked up his empty glass and raised it in Zohert’s direction.

“And thirdly, I would like another scotch with three ice cubes if you please.”

He placed it back on the table before making himself as comfortable as possibly on her uncomfortable chairs before smiling pleasantly once more.

“As for my war, I specifically said it was a plan B, to be initiated if there was no other recourse, as I am a great believer in hoping for the best, but planning for the worst.”

 He took a deep breath and exhaled in a drawn-out sigh, he understood the little game of dominance that this conversation had turned into and he had nether the time nor the patience for it. Zoheret had been too long in the company of humans, beating heart or not. She seemed a fallen creature, a mere shadow of the legendary sister of Lucifer he had heard so much of. Still, she was one of his kind and he was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.

“However, I do agree with you. Jake McCloud needs to be discredited and his power and influence reduced back to a manageable level, hence why I said this gala would make for the perfect opportunity to network and gather information. As a political figure head in this city and your time spent within that abysmal failure of an organization that was the Oligarchy, do you have any insight into who might make the best target? Who are Jake McCloud’s closest confidants, is there any weakness that might be exploited there? Who are his rivals and his enemies? Can we use them? Would it be worth while trying to ally with them?”

He lifted and tilted his head slightly so that he might look as directly as possible into his hosts eyes.

“Are you of use to me? Or am I just wasting my time? For make no mistake Zoheret, Jake might be a belligerent whelp, and his forces might be nothing but mindless carrion a slight grade up from zombies, but, they out number you, and I believe you and your lands will be his next target. Playing their game, waiting for their next move is a fools gambit. Now is the time to play a bold game”

He watched her carefully, his eyes slightly narrowed in speculatation, waiting to see how she would react as he added.

“Be my ally, join with me and let’s work together to end this vampiric dominion”

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« Reply #10 on: March 16, 2019, 11:19:44 AM »
She took his comments about her staff in stride, knowing her staff better than he ever possibly could. It was not so much that she didn't trust them, but more that there were no chances to be taken when no one was listening. She could trust her staff with most issues, but they were humans after all, with human connections and human weaknesses. This was an immortal city and she had no doubts that they would run with vampires when the need pulled them. Weak things, these humans. Best to curb any information leaks where she could. Zoheret responded only with a smirk.

But as his tone turned, so did her strategy. She had forgotten how prideful her kind was. Her expression hardened as he scolded her. Who was doing the berating now? These men and their sensitivities. It was laughable. But then Saraekiel had the audacity to command her, in her own home!

With a stiffness in her motion and a purposeful click of her heels, Zoheret turned towards the mini bar at other end of the room, leaving the empty glass where it was. Her mind turned and she had half the mind to throw the bottle of scotch at the other and tell him to get out. No, that wouldn't do - she would still be in the same position with the undead, just with fewer allies on her side. She had forgotten how to play war with others. Sometimes allies were more important than pride. Sometimes bridging the gap took a bit of legwork. The District Leader calmed herself and thought about her next move.

"I also believe that he will try to come after the North West next," she said evenly as she uncapped the glass decanter, poured the amber liquid over the ice in the crystal glass. The scent of the alcohol struck her nostrils - when was the last time she had fixed herself a drink? She took out another glass and poured an equal amount into the second glass, without ice. "And I know that he had an affinity for the ex-Luminary, Kerr Galvin, before he died. Though I've heard rumors that Galvin is returned from the dead a second time." She turned and took a sip from her drink, approaching Saraekiel at a slow and even pace. Her anger had melted away into something more sensual, for now, the liquor warming the back of her throat. "I know that he, like many of us, has an entourage of people he trusts. I know there is a red-haired vampire woman, Lisa, who is fiercely protective of him."

Zoheret stood next to him, a little too close, and handed him his drink. "Now about this allyship of ours." She moved his hands gently out of his lap and proceeded to place herself on his knees as if it were the most obvious of places to be. Her wings twittered themselves comfortably and she now looked down at him from the side. If he proved polite, she may even decide to give him more of herself, but for now, just a small tease.

"You are one of my charge according to city law," she said, stroking his hair behind his ear like a lover. "From the time that you exist within this city to the time you leave, I am responsible for your actions amongst other species. When the vampires catch wind of any plans you make, I am the one who they turn to for answers. So no, you are not my servant or my subordinate, but you are, in fact, safer in this city with me on your side." She smiled at him and draped her free hand to place on his chest, feeling the heat through his clothing. Her eyes lingered a moment on the tufts of hair peeking through his shirt, before finding his powerful silver gaze again. "So in order to be your ally, I need to know that I have your trust."
Oh my tongue's the only muscle on my body that works harder than my heart.

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« Reply #11 on: Yesterday at 05:21:40 PM »
Zoherets anger was evident with every strike of her heels as she marched over to the cabinet to presumably make his drink and was mildly surprised when she actually made two drinks instead of throwing the bottle, which is what he would have done after setting it alight first. Her self-control was admirable, he tended to be more impulsive. Yet it was her slow sensual glide back towards him that caused a shiver of unease to run down his spine and made him sit up and prepare for an attack. She wasn’t angry now, this was something colder, something deadlier and he trusted her not at all.

He went completely still as she sat in his lap and brushed his hair behind his ear,  his hands remaining quiescent upon the armrests, but, his eyes were as sharp and neutral as a leopard’s as he looked up at her. As beautiful and seductive as she was, he was no fool. His kind were at their deadliest when they could touch you.

“Laws? What are Laws to us? We are what we are because we refused to follow any.”

He resisted the urge to look down at her hand as she placed it on his chest, instead he narrowed his eyes slightly in speculation. If she continued to play nice so would he but if she intended to bring pain, then that too was a game they both could play.

“Blind trust is for fools and simpletons Zoheret and true trust must be earned. However, I am willing to try and trust you.” His offered her a smile that was small, sharp and wryly amused. His trust would be slight but there, till she proved she was worthy of more or not
He tilted his head slightly as he continued to watch her, yet he was also highly aware of her hand still on his chest, his heart beating away but a few inches beneath her fingertips.

“What do you want?”


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« Reply #12 on: Today at 12:47:58 PM »
Zoheret bit her bottom lip coyly, thinking. Part of her enjoyed his mistrust of her, knowing she could play more with this. She liked the ones that were a bit harder to get. Still another part knew that she was vulnerable alone here, now that McCloud had so easily taken her neighboring district. "Since you're so adamant about bringing these plans to fruition," she began, drawing out her thought as long as she could. She took a sip of her scotch, allowing the alcohol to sit on her palate before finishing, "I want to know your plans of giving Jake McCloud exactly what he deserves."

Zoheret put her Scotch down on the coffee table nearby. Changing positions, she straddled his legs now, bringing her sex ever closer to her companion. There was something arousing about the game here tonight, and despite the conversation not going to plan, she found herself enjoying this little particular political move. There was something dangerous in her eye as she looked at him, closer now, her face only inches from hers. "I want to know everything. And I want to be a part of it. And every move you make, I want to know. That will keep me as an ally of yours. I'll even give you access to the ACF and human police who patrol the district when the time comes. In exchange, when the time comes, I get to stick the knife in that little abomination's eye."
Oh my tongue's the only muscle on my body that works harder than my heart.

Damien. Nikolai. Pierre. Quinn. Zoheret. Levinia.
Isolde. Guillaume.
Kendrick.