Xeph quirked an eyebrow up at Hammer. "I'm not worried," he said. "What will happen will happen. And we'll deal with it."
He might be the youngest Hammerthynn around in terms of family indoctrination, but Xeph was confident in his status within the Pack. If anyone so much as threatened the Pipers, Brig, or Hammer, he would step in. For now it remained a family matter for the most part, and Xeph was content to sit back and observe with his Alpha pants on.
He nodded in agreement with Hammer. It was best to let Vivienne do what she'd been sent to do. He would speak to her when the opportunity presented itself. The Alpha within saw her as a mild threat; she wasn't Kadzait. She wasn't entirely Vyusher, either. She was something between, and regardless of what she eventually distinguished herself as, he required her submission. Xeph's casual, restrained air was truly a prevalent aspect of his personality, but he didn't become the Alpha of the Pack without demanding acknowledgment. It was a built-in biological key, a condition that any pack leader had programmed into him or her at birth by genetics.
Xeph shook his head, more to himself than to his father, and turned the mental hose on the snapping wolf inside. "Whatever happens, we'll deal with it," he repeated firmly.
((ooc: Xeph out, pending response))
Continues - You have stolen me
Funny meeting you here... ((Xeph, Hammer, Brig, Pipers))
Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, or even a stranger, if in a lonely place.
- Tecumseh
Viv had chosen to walk up to the front gates of the Kadzait private property instead of being dropped off by her taxi. The weather was disgustingly warm, and although used to the type of heat, it still annoyed her as she blew a piece of errant hair out of her face. Her ponytail was thankfully high enough to be off her back and neck, but not so high that she felt like Barbara Eden looking for a genie's bottle. Fashion dictated extremely high heels, but her reasons were vain. Kadzait's were ungodly tall and being five foot five, she did not need to add to her interloper status by being tiny in a sea of six foot plus men.
Her long, black skirt was cut up the sides, splitting it into three panels, the interior of it was a silk red - the art of sexy professionalism took practice. Plus the wind blowing through the material was pleasant in the heat. A white button up shirt void of pockets or design was threatening to stick to her now sweating back, so she slowly rolled up her sleeves to above her elbows and popped another button. She prayed the AC was on at the Den or she would be a hot mess by the time she actually did see the Alpha. With that thought, she approached the wrought iron gates of the property and pressed the only button she could see on the left column, no doubt alerting the property of her presence, not that they weren't already tracking her since she stepped out of the taxi. That was a guess, of course, but if they weren't...well, that would just be stupid.
A four by four LCD monitor lit up and she smiled into the invisible camera lens.
'Hi there,' she said with a smile. A rather pleasant looking man's face filled the monitor and he asked for her name.
'Vivienne Sena, here to see Aidan Xephier. I'm expected?'
The man said someone would be down shortly to escort her up. Shortly was literally four seconds as a two door sedan pulled up and the gates opened. The door opened and another tall man, this time a red head, stepped out of the vehicle.
'Mind if we walk up?'
The red head closed the door and approached her. Squinting up at the tall man, she smiled again. He held a hand out pointing down the drive and nodded.
'Excellent.' Tucking her flat purse under her arm, Viv reached out slowly and took the man's arm. She began to leisurely walk up the drive.
It was fucking hot but why not take advantage of the scenery? Plus the trees were awful pretty.
Xeph
13 years ago