Xcor
-His left hand gripped the scythe midway to the blade, a
stained soft cloth wrapped around the fingers of his right. His lover had served
him well this eve. Her blade had been thirsting for the blood of the enemy.
That stinking, midnight flow brought him a near orgasmic rush the instant his
girl had loosed it from the neck of the lesser he'd faced. Carefully wiping her
clean, meticulously inspecting her edges for dulling or damage, his steady
fingers worked her back to shining, deadly glory. His eyes shifted toward the door
as his senses registered the presence of one of his own. Bent over his labor of
love, he snarled to the empty room.- Tell me you've found what you were sent
for, or pray that you'll make it back before sunrise. I'll have ye tossed out
on your ass if you've returned empty handed.
Throe
[He knew Xcor would be waiting and was not surprised to hear
him. Leaning into the wood of the door, he dared not open it without proper permission]
no..I did not find the females I sought but I did find one you might be
interested in. Can I come in? [He knew the games the son of the Bloodletter
played and he knew if he wanted to gain audience, he would have to play them so
he waited.]
Xcor
-Uttering a curse beneath his breath, he turned his beloved
slowly in his palm, her brilliant steel reflecting the dim light back to him. Hearing
that Throe had failed to procure the females grated hard against his temper.
Twasn't as though his countenance had been featured to deter the dealings.
Shaking his head as he brought his lips to his blade, thanking her for another
night's performance of perfection, before drawing his body up from the chair to
rest her against the wall. This did not bode well. He and his Bastards grew
restless with hunger and the need for a release that wasn't of the killing
variety.- Make it worth my while, or you'll find you've run afoul with my temper.
-He raked his large hand back through tangled hair, dismissing the
disappointment as though it were unimportant.
Throe
[That tone. He was
achingly familiar with it, it was a mood you could not trust. Wiping the snarl
from his lips, he opened the door and nodded indifferently in greeting as he
entered and closed the door behind him] tonight I bore witness to a vampire
child who possessed the eyes of the one who struck down your great father. [He
waited for his news to sink in in hopes to quell a fit of temper]
Xcor
-Shaking his head as
though to clear it, he fixed his gaze on a point just over Throe's shoulder.
The bile roiling in his gut led him to distrust
his ability to not rip through the warrior's throat to get the information out
immediately. Clenching his fists, reliving flashes of that fateful night. The
eyes that were filled with diamond fire and ice cold vengeance still haunted
him. He snapped his eyes in line with Throe's, a chill as cold and black as the
depths of Dhunnd emanating from his rigid body.- You. Saw. WHAT?
Throe
[He held in the smirk as he told the story] I spied a human
female with a young and approached..she had the scent of vampire all around her.
[he dared not admit to wanting to protect the female from the one he still
searched for] It was obvious that the boy in her arms was a half breed. When I
looked upon the young..I beheld the eyes. Colorless and full of fire. The
female noted my astonishment and took refuge in a car driven by a doggen. The
car drove East. I did not follow though I believe she has friends or relatives
in the vacinity of the building in which I found her. [He knew it would not be
good enough for Xcor but that was all he had.]
Xcor
-His mind making connections faster than the words fell from
Throe's lips, he ground his jaw tightly, his muscles tensing at the phrase "I
did not follow...". Baring his fangs, extended to long, lethal points, he closed
the distance in an instant. Throe's eyes widened in half-second before a heavy
fist landed against his cheek, knocking Throe back into the heavily boarded
window. Sneering viciously, he stood over the furious warrior, spitting his
words with venom.- You didn't follow. YOU DIDN'T FOLLOW? You hast nary a
worthwhile thought in yer thick skull, and you neglected to think mayhap it
would behoove ye to follow forth with that chase? -He reached to grip Throe's shirt
collar tightly in his fist, dragging the warrior from his crouch and directing
him with a hostile shove toward the door.- Ye will take us where ye'd seen the
female last. Then, then ye shall follow what few senses the Scribe's seen fit
to give and lead us hence. -He retrieved his scythe from her resting position,
her gleaming head singing a siren's song to those who stood in her path.-
Throe
[He should have expected the violent outburst and he cursed
himself even as he flew back from the assault, his back hitting the boarded up window
with a thud. Glaring up to Xcor from the floor, he merely snarled as he
listened to the vampire make small marks of the work he had done this eve. It
was only out of blind duty that he allowed himself to be dragged from the room
toward the outer door, his swollen cheek red and angry, a trickle of blood
seeping from between his lips where the tender flesh had been ripped by his
teeth on impact. One day he would finally have enough..one day he would give
the son of the Bloodletter exactly what he deserved but..not this night. Tonight
he would take Xcor to the spot he found the female and wondered if there would
be more violence when he was unable to make the scent for more than a block or
two. He noted the surprised look on Zypher 's face as they passed into
the common room and only shook his head, knowing the brother would understand
that this was a don't ask situation]
Zypher
-Wise and silent was not his usual way of things but tonight
he had made like a stone when the shouting had begun. Giving a single silent to
Throe on his way out the door, he thanked whoever was listening that it was on
the other male and not himself. He had been on the ass end of Xcor's anger too
many times as of late and fuck if his ass wasn't tired.-
Xcor
-His boots clocked loudly against the planked flooring as he
halted in front of Zypher, his foul mood rising exponentially as he repeated
the orders he'd given Throe earlier this very night. Kicking his chin toward
the warrior, he barked out gruffly.- You, take that pretty face of yours and
gather up enough females for all. The ones who take payment, they'll suffice.
-He pinned Zypher with a sharp glare.- Do NOT fail in this, lest ye wish to
raise my ire further.
Zypher
-He nodded and answered simply- yes Xcor..I know a place to
find these females. -His eyes flashed briefly to Throe in an unspoken apology,
for he wasn't about to fail where the other bastard had. Stepping around the
others, he dematerialized into the night and planted his boots firmly in the
alley behind the tattoo establishment -
Xcor
-Directly on the heels of Throe, his shirt
collar still tightly gripped, he released it only when they'd stepped free of
the cabin's door. A swift jerk of his
thick forearm brought the bastard 'round to face him, every last cell filled
with malice, with hunger for revenge.- Now, ye'll take me to where you
abandoned the trail. We shall see if your error in judgment can be corrected.
Pray it be so, for your very own skin, pray it be so. -Dematerializing in his bastard's
wake, he breathed deep of the night air, smelling naught but the blood of the
target of his retribution. 
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