Strange Bedfellows

Ione

[The doggen cowered back as I my fist came down on my father’s desk, the rush of air sending papers scattering like leaves on a breeze. My growl echoes in the expansive study, sending the meeker ones scrambling out the heavy oak door. Contracts and blueprints, permits and designers.  Money and time spent in infuriating limbo in the sterile office belonging to Havers at the clinic and not a sign of Vishous. My temper flared and my hand shot across the desk, sending a crystal decanter flying into the far wall and exploding like a gunshot. Useless. Wasted. Perhaps this was not the way to the warrior that plagued my thoughts. But, I would find one.]

Zypher

-Stepping from the void of nothingness as both bastards materialized at the end of the drive, Zypher looked to the home of Ione. and nodded as he felt more than heard Throe materialize behind him- this is it...this is where Vishous brought the little princess...this is where she threw herself at his head. -He did not stop the nasty smirk- Throe

Throe

Materializing next to Zypher on the cobbled drive he was feeling wary at being in this neighborhood. Once, very long ago all this finery had been common place. Manicured lawns, spectacular architecture.. now it was just whitewash over the corruption that lie just beneath the surface. The aristocracy gave him hives.-

Zypher

-Sensing Throe's apprehension, he said nothing as he headed boldly down the drive, not bothering to conceal their presence. If this worked there would be no need to hide, the Band of Bastards would have an open alliance with the Glymera and thus..could take the throne. -Glancing over his shoulder briefly before he raised his fist to knock, he mumbled under his breath- smile ya bastard..these are your people. -He grinned as he knocked, knowing that would get a rise out of his fellow soldier- 

Throe

-Following behind as it appeared the direct approach was Zypher's way of making contact. Shaking his head, at the arrogance of his comrade knowing they were so not going to be welcomed was visiting royalty, more like common vagrants which they more closely resembled in their fighting gear. Standing tall regardless and willing to let Zypher make his play in his own way, unless things went south.- 

Ione

[railing until my frustration is spent, I screech at a brave doggen that had withstood the onslaught of my fury, pointing to the pool of shards on the floor] Clean that up and bring me another decanter. With a glass. [Watching him slink away to do as I’d bade, I hear the sharp rap from the entry, followed by the ratlike scurry of a doggen toward the door. “The mistress is indisposed….I understand but… yes, yes of course. Friends of the departed Master Donall are indeed welcomed here…” I rolled my eyes and smoothed the stray locks that had come free from their pins during my rampage, taking a seat in the oversized leather chair. “Mistress Ione? Two gentlemales have arrived, bearing condolences at your father’s loss.” Oh, for…] Send them in.

Out for Blood

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.

Wolves Among the Sheep

Jodi

*I took a deep breath of the Caldwell air, the winter chill lingering in the night wind though the calendar insisted that spring had come to New York.  Yeah, right. I bundled Sahv tightly in a blanket to ward off the cold, a futile attempt as chubby hands tugged the fleece back from his face and smacked at my cheek* Hey! That’s no way to treat your mahmen on your first night on the town. *I chuckled and kissed his fingers, anxiously watching the passing cars for any sign of Fritz. I should have waited in the lobby. The visit had been a welcome break, finally escaping the pit for a few hours to visit friends downtown while my hellren was on patrol, assuring the doggen that I would at least not leave in the daylight in case I needed Vishous. Not that I told my hellren I was going. He’d found reasons enough to keep us home since Sahvage’s birth, the days adding up to weeks and finally months that even the seemingly endless bustle of life at the compound couldn’t fill. I had to leave. And it had been wonderful. The couple had been happy to have us, having long been promised a visit and I finally delivered but the time had started to weigh heavily watching their loving glances and fleeting touches, longing promises spoken with their eyes. Fuck, I missed Vishous but it felt selfish to ask him to take time from the war. I’d reached my limit, my dour mood worsening until I excused myself, assuring my friends that the old Doggen would be waiting downstairs already and I would stay within sight of the lobby doorman. Anytime now, Fritz… I kissed Sahv’s cheek and shifted his weight to tighten my hold on him, my nervousness at being out on the street translating to a soft bounce of my arms that was more for my benefit than my young as I waited*

Throe

[The weeks had proved to be productive. With the bastards settled in, there had been time to effectively eliminate their own share of the enemy. Tonight's mission however had not been to locate members of the lessening society but to find females. Save for Zypher, it had been sometime since any of them had fed. Scouting from his rooftop vantage, he noticed the lone female as she exited. The young she carried was wrapped secure and he noted no male. He frowned at this. Didn't she know there was a lunatic on the loose killing human females? The protective instincts in him had him scattering himself to the wind, only to reform in the shadows of the nearby alley. Stepping out, he approached the mother only to be surprised by the scent lingering about her. Vampire. Blinking, he paused before speaking] Good evening..waiting for someone?