A scent filled her nostrils.
"It could only be you. And your bitch"
There was a low complicated growl
You had better believe it pack mother!
The red haired woman laughed
"Now then ladies, as much as I would enjoy, no fighting. We are on business here"
A pale form materialized from the shadows, closley followed by a very large white wolf with green, intelligent eyes.
"we wouldn’t want to let all our hard work go to waste, now would we?"
The woman nodded her answer, the wolf lay down by her masters side. This servility did not go unnoticed, by the other two, the mans hand gently stroking the beasts head, the red haired woman’s lips twitching in a silent snarl.
"sit"
The woman remained standing.
a sigh.
"I insist" he said, sweeping his hand in a graceful gesture
She sat, slowly lowering herself to the stone floor, aware that he to was doing the same. The beast behind the man shut its eyes, as if to sleep, if for the fact that a faint glimmer of green showed that this was not so.
"I have come to broker terms of surrender"
"of course you have. I have no doubt that..
"Of your surrender"
The mans jaw dropped.
"Our..?
The woman sat stock still, expression hard as the granite beneath her
"put your teeth away vampire and listen"
Not used to this tone, even from his king, he obliged, face reddening in anger as the stolen blood rushed to his cheeks.
"I want you to withdraw from our northern territories and the heartlands with the solemn promise that you will not bother our kind again."
"Not sure you are in a position to demand anything from us" the man rubbed his chin "In fact, I am not sure the king will even listen, IF I was to return to him with your…terms. Out of personal curiosity though, how do you intend to enforce your will? your northern clans have all but been wiped out by us? Surely you have received news by now of the massacre at Dunedin Field?" He removed his hand and leaned forward "You haven’t, have you?" The vampire threw his head back and laughed, a loud screech his caste kept for redicule. The wolf behind him jumped, then retreated back, ears flat against its head, whimpering.
The woman across from him didn’t even flinch
"I can kill you here as you sit across from me, and you would not even know until satan was burning your tail with a blowtorch!"
"possibly" she replied calmly " but your king would not like that, would he? Not on holy ground"
"He does have his fancies. Still. I could wait until you stepped off the site..
" then three Beskarr Wolves would tear your fucking head off before you could reach me"
"Beskarr eh?"
she nodded
"Not seen one of them in a while..Must let Sire know of this"
"I am sure Arthur would love to know"
She could smell the blood again, bubbling and hot at the sound of his Sires name being mentioned by a shape-shifter, to his credit though, it didn’t show on the surface. She began to respect her adversary a bit more. Whatever else he might be, he knew the right person to send for the job.
The vampire clapped his hands, a loud dry sound “Right. fun over. Heres what is to be done. I will return with news of your acceptance of our terms, which I can draft up quickly on the way and..
"We have accepted your terms"
"and will bring them before Sire, who you will pay tribute to when you arrive a week hence"
"pay Tribute a week hence"
"yes. Good" he stood up, regarding her blank expression for a moment before carrying on "yes..indeed..I am going to leave now. You will leave exactly five minits after me, with the memory of a pleasent evening, having a productive chat with me. You will be a happy little doggy" he paused for a moment, waiting. When nothing happened he finished "Au revoire. It has been a pleasure talking with you, now I must retire for the evening"
He vanished.
Two minuits later she rose, laughing softly to herself. The woman shook her head. She had been wrong about him. He was so obviously the wrong underling to sent to parlay with her. It was a known fact that a shapeshifter could not be Glamored by a vampire. But he was right about one thing. Heads would roll, his being the first when he reported to his Sire.
"It could only be you. And your bitch"
There was a low complicated growl
You had better believe it pack mother!
The red haired woman laughed
"Now then ladies, as much as I would enjoy, no fighting. We are on business here"
A pale form materialized from the shadows, closley followed by a very large white wolf with green, intelligent eyes.
"we wouldn’t want to let all our hard work go to waste, now would we?"
The woman nodded her answer, the wolf lay down by her masters side. This servility did not go unnoticed, by the other two, the mans hand gently stroking the beasts head, the red haired woman’s lips twitching in a silent snarl.
"sit"
The woman remained standing.
a sigh.
"I insist" he said, sweeping his hand in a graceful gesture
She sat, slowly lowering herself to the stone floor, aware that he to was doing the same. The beast behind the man shut its eyes, as if to sleep, if for the fact that a faint glimmer of green showed that this was not so.
"I have come to broker terms of surrender"
"of course you have. I have no doubt that..
"Of your surrender"
The mans jaw dropped.
"Our..?
The woman sat stock still, expression hard as the granite beneath her
"put your teeth away vampire and listen"
Not used to this tone, even from his king, he obliged, face reddening in anger as the stolen blood rushed to his cheeks.
"I want you to withdraw from our northern territories and the heartlands with the solemn promise that you will not bother our kind again."
"Not sure you are in a position to demand anything from us" the man rubbed his chin "In fact, I am not sure the king will even listen, IF I was to return to him with your…terms. Out of personal curiosity though, how do you intend to enforce your will? your northern clans have all but been wiped out by us? Surely you have received news by now of the massacre at Dunedin Field?" He removed his hand and leaned forward "You haven’t, have you?" The vampire threw his head back and laughed, a loud screech his caste kept for redicule. The wolf behind him jumped, then retreated back, ears flat against its head, whimpering.
The woman across from him didn’t even flinch
"I can kill you here as you sit across from me, and you would not even know until satan was burning your tail with a blowtorch!"
"possibly" she replied calmly " but your king would not like that, would he? Not on holy ground"
"He does have his fancies. Still. I could wait until you stepped off the site..
" then three Beskarr Wolves would tear your fucking head off before you could reach me"
"Beskarr eh?"
she nodded
"Not seen one of them in a while..Must let Sire know of this"
"I am sure Arthur would love to know"
She could smell the blood again, bubbling and hot at the sound of his Sires name being mentioned by a shape-shifter, to his credit though, it didn’t show on the surface. She began to respect her adversary a bit more. Whatever else he might be, he knew the right person to send for the job.
The vampire clapped his hands, a loud dry sound “Right. fun over. Heres what is to be done. I will return with news of your acceptance of our terms, which I can draft up quickly on the way and..
"We have accepted your terms"
"and will bring them before Sire, who you will pay tribute to when you arrive a week hence"
"pay Tribute a week hence"
"yes. Good" he stood up, regarding her blank expression for a moment before carrying on "yes..indeed..I am going to leave now. You will leave exactly five minits after me, with the memory of a pleasent evening, having a productive chat with me. You will be a happy little doggy" he paused for a moment, waiting. When nothing happened he finished "Au revoire. It has been a pleasure talking with you, now I must retire for the evening"
He vanished.
Two minuits later she rose, laughing softly to herself. The woman shook her head. She had been wrong about him. He was so obviously the wrong underling to sent to parlay with her. It was a known fact that a shapeshifter could not be Glamored by a vampire. But he was right about one thing. Heads would roll, his being the first when he reported to his Sire.
