The Wolf made himself at home in a Tacharan private booth and watched the club. There had been few problems getting in the door; people had a tendency to want to limit their time spent with The Wolf, and he liked it that way.
So amusing, this place. Vampires and Pretenders, seeking pain and pleasure and blood. And yet it was The Wolf people avoided, The Wolf that was considered so distasteful. He chuckled at his own joke; distasteful indeed.
The Wolf pondered what he would offer The Praetor. For the moment, perhaps helping with the Tacharan merc problem would be the best course of action, though if The Praetor wished for assistance with his Maker, The Wolf would be willing to oblige.
The Praetor likely wouldn't be able to return the favor for some time; for the moment, it was enough that he would be indebted to The Wolf in some way. It would make him just a little more hungry, and that was just what The Wolf needed; a hungry vampire on his side.
Not too hungry though; this kill belonged to The Wolf.
Cocktails and pain with The Wolf
(Follows The wolf from The Domicile)
The entry from the sewar to the House of Pain was located all underneath to prevent any unintentional sunlight damage. Simon was standing in the room that led to the elevator up into the House of Pain. He had noticed something just as he came up from the sewar tunnel.
A ray of sunlight.
It was just after noon in Nachton following Simon and Ellis' eventful harvesting run and he had just left her at the Domicile. He could still smell her on his skin, having only chnaged his clothes instead of showering again. He wore a light tailored jacket that matched his dark blue trousers. Underneath was a thin soft blue silk shirt, opened to reveal his chest. He walked over to the ray of sunlight that was seeping thru the walls.
It was like silk spung gold. It had been so long since he had seen it. He was old, but not old enough to traspe thru the streets exposing himself. Ellis could for very short periods of time. She'd return with a deep tan that faded over several hours. Simon lifted his hand and touched it. He did not tan but he felt a blister form. It was like a immediate sun burn. Leaving his hand there he saw the sizzle of his skin. Pulling it back out of the ray of light he looked at it. It healed slowly in front of his eyes. Closing his hand up into a fist, he turned away from the streaming sunlight and entered the elevator up.
Lykaios
18 years ago
Simon Huntington
18 years ago
Simon immediately spot the Wolf at his private booth. He crossed the dance floor staring at the vampire that was probably better off dead. He blinked slowly trying to understand why Ellis would let him run with the Clan, being what he was which was far more than just a homicidal vampire that killed vampires. Wolf was old and incredibly psychotic...he failed to see what Ellis saw but then that wasn't unusual.
Before sitting he nodded stiffly at Lykaios. Draping an arm on the back of the booth, he singled a waitress and spoke not looking directly at Lykaios.
'So lets get to it. What do you want and why should I give it to you?'
Before sitting he nodded stiffly at Lykaios. Draping an arm on the back of the booth, he singled a waitress and spoke not looking directly at Lykaios.
'So lets get to it. What do you want and why should I give it to you?'
Lykaios
18 years ago
The Wolf lifted his chin in acknowledgement before retreating once again into his hood.
Such a hurry. Busy busy Praetor, no patience at all.
A Wolf searches, but a Wolf does not have ears for things a Praetor hears. A Praetor searches, but does not smell what a Wolf smells.
The Wolf shook his head in mock sadness before continuing.
A Wolf remembers the smell of the Tacharan's betrayal. A Wolf could find the Traitors for a Praetor, so a Praetor might serve justice.
A Wolf also seeks justice. A Wolf goes into the sewers, ever seeking, ever smelling, and one day, a Wolf smelled what was his. What belongs to The Wolf.
As if in demonstration, The Wolf flared his nostrils, sniffing loudly in the air.
A Wolf wants a trinket back. A Ring. To a Praetor he waved his hand dismissively a Ring is nothing. A Ring belongs to a Wolf, only to a Wolf.
A Ring was stolen by The Supplanter. A Wolf searched long on a cold trail to get his Ring back, and now...now a Ring is free.
But a Ring is not in a Wolf's hands. A Wolf was too late, and a Wolf no longer smells the trail. But a Praetor...a Praetor hears many things. A Praetor sees many things.
The Wolf sat back in the booth, his explanation complete, and waited patiently for The Praetor's response.
Such a hurry. Busy busy Praetor, no patience at all.
A Wolf searches, but a Wolf does not have ears for things a Praetor hears. A Praetor searches, but does not smell what a Wolf smells.
The Wolf shook his head in mock sadness before continuing.
A Wolf remembers the smell of the Tacharan's betrayal. A Wolf could find the Traitors for a Praetor, so a Praetor might serve justice.
A Wolf also seeks justice. A Wolf goes into the sewers, ever seeking, ever smelling, and one day, a Wolf smelled what was his. What belongs to The Wolf.
As if in demonstration, The Wolf flared his nostrils, sniffing loudly in the air.
A Wolf wants a trinket back. A Ring. To a Praetor he waved his hand dismissively a Ring is nothing. A Ring belongs to a Wolf, only to a Wolf.
A Ring was stolen by The Supplanter. A Wolf searched long on a cold trail to get his Ring back, and now...now a Ring is free.
But a Ring is not in a Wolf's hands. A Wolf was too late, and a Wolf no longer smells the trail. But a Praetor...a Praetor hears many things. A Praetor sees many things.
The Wolf sat back in the booth, his explanation complete, and waited patiently for The Praetor's response.
Simon Huntington
18 years ago
It took everything not to snap his head back in surprise at The Wolf as he spoke. Simon felt his pupils dialate but maintained his annoyed exterior as he turned to look at the vampire.
'Why is this ring important?' Simon watched the Wolf, his beastly mannerisms but its eyes glowed speaking of the trinket. 'You dont look like the jewelry wearing type to me, Lykaios,' he said with a snide grin.
He needed to speak to Ellis. She had mentioned 'a' ring to him earlier. Something about Mai finding a ring in the sewer. The sewer.
Something very big was going down and not only did Tacharan have their own problems, it was now being drawn into the problems of a psychotic ancient with a penchant for killing his own kind. A psychotic beast who felt robbed and wronged. He wondered just how deeply involved Anantya and Evenhet was with Lykaios and this ring. Simon grimaced inwardly. He would protect the clan at all costs but to do that, he had to know more and the dread in knowing this Wolf's truth weighed on him like an albatross across his shoulders.
'Why is this ring important?' Simon watched the Wolf, his beastly mannerisms but its eyes glowed speaking of the trinket. 'You dont look like the jewelry wearing type to me, Lykaios,' he said with a snide grin.
He needed to speak to Ellis. She had mentioned 'a' ring to him earlier. Something about Mai finding a ring in the sewer. The sewer.
A Wolf also seeks justice. A Wolf goes into the sewers, ever seeking, ever smelling, and one day, a Wolf smelled what was his. What belongs to The Wolf.
Something very big was going down and not only did Tacharan have their own problems, it was now being drawn into the problems of a psychotic ancient with a penchant for killing his own kind. A psychotic beast who felt robbed and wronged. He wondered just how deeply involved Anantya and Evenhet was with Lykaios and this ring. Simon grimaced inwardly. He would protect the clan at all costs but to do that, he had to know more and the dread in knowing this Wolf's truth weighed on him like an albatross across his shoulders.
Lykaios
18 years ago
The Wolf growled deep in his throat. Just the thought of The Supplanter holding what was his was enough to make him want to bite and tear and...he remembered himself. Remembered his patience. The Wolf had waited so long, and now he was so close he could almost, but not quite, smell his victory.
"A Ring belongs to a Wolf,"Â? The Wolf repeated, bitterly. "The Maker gave a Ring to a Wolf, but The Supplanter stole it from him, stole it and kept it for many years."Â?
The Wolf leaned forward sharply, angrily, looking The Praetor dead in the eyes.
A Wolf needs a Ring. A Ring makes a Wolf remember.
The Wolf closed his eyes, allowing his nostrils to flare once again.
Remember. Remember all who have wronged you, beginning with The Supplanter and ending with...The Heir. Remember vowing to destroy them all, remember the promise to shatter their lives completely.
But first, The Ring.
The Wolf smiled behind his cloak.
"A Ring belongs to a Wolf,"Â? The Wolf repeated, bitterly. "The Maker gave a Ring to a Wolf, but The Supplanter stole it from him, stole it and kept it for many years."Â?
The Wolf leaned forward sharply, angrily, looking The Praetor dead in the eyes.
A Wolf needs a Ring. A Ring makes a Wolf remember.
The Wolf closed his eyes, allowing his nostrils to flare once again.
Remember. Remember all who have wronged you, beginning with The Supplanter and ending with...The Heir. Remember vowing to destroy them all, remember the promise to shatter their lives completely.
But first, The Ring.
The Wolf smiled behind his cloak.
Simon Huntington
18 years ago
Simon turned his hand over and smiled, 'The Praetor wants his answers.' He said mocking the Wolf's strange behavorisms. 'Bring the Praetor what he wants and The Praetor might reciprocate.'
Simon leaned forward, looking deep into Lykaios eyes. 'The Praetor will give you information to find your...precious.' He grinned. Lykaios did remind him of Golum, a needful thing. A lecherous thing. A sad thing. Simon hoped that whatever this ring was to him, once he had it he would disappear from Tacharan and if he didnt, he hoped it consumed and destroyed him.
'Find me Terrance Hillman. Find me the betrayers in Tacharan. Bring them to me. ALIVE.' Simon stressed the last word, knowing if he didnt say it, he'd sentence them to an early death and leave him exactly where he was right now.
In the valley where the shit rolls freely.
Simon leaned forward, looking deep into Lykaios eyes. 'The Praetor will give you information to find your...precious.' He grinned. Lykaios did remind him of Golum, a needful thing. A lecherous thing. A sad thing. Simon hoped that whatever this ring was to him, once he had it he would disappear from Tacharan and if he didnt, he hoped it consumed and destroyed him.
'Find me Terrance Hillman. Find me the betrayers in Tacharan. Bring them to me. ALIVE.' Simon stressed the last word, knowing if he didnt say it, he'd sentence them to an early death and leave him exactly where he was right now.
In the valley where the shit rolls freely.
Lykaios
18 years ago
A Praetor -knows-.
Oh, how The Wolf wanted to release his claws into The Praetor's stomach, to twist and squeeze and rip open and watch as he suffered. And even then The Wolf would not put The Praetor out of his misery, oh no; first, The Wolf would let his pets feast on The Praetor's entrails, and he would laugh, oh how he would laugh before at last he fed.
The Wolf snarled.
The Praetor will have justice. Then Justice the Praetor will bring to The Wolf.
Patience. A Wolf has waited long for this.
A Wolf will bring The Praetor The Traitors. Alive. A Wolf knows their stink.
The conversation through as far as he was concerned, The Wolf rose to leave, eager to begin the hunt.
/ooc will wait for a reply before outing
Oh, how The Wolf wanted to release his claws into The Praetor's stomach, to twist and squeeze and rip open and watch as he suffered. And even then The Wolf would not put The Praetor out of his misery, oh no; first, The Wolf would let his pets feast on The Praetor's entrails, and he would laugh, oh how he would laugh before at last he fed.
The Wolf snarled.
The Praetor will have justice. Then Justice the Praetor will bring to The Wolf.
Patience. A Wolf has waited long for this.
A Wolf will bring The Praetor The Traitors. Alive. A Wolf knows their stink.
The conversation through as far as he was concerned, The Wolf rose to leave, eager to begin the hunt.
/ooc will wait for a reply before outing
Simon Huntington
18 years ago
Simon watched the Wolf leave the table. He was not happy, but a happy beast is not what he wanted. Lykaois could hate him all he wanted, but a wolf with a purpose would be far more successful then one with nothing to gain. His smile fell as she wondered where Ellis was right then.
Leaning onto the table, he cupped his chin into his hand and thought, 'What was the ring and why'd would one vampire want it so much.' He paused.
Maybe he's not alone.
((ooc Simon out))
Leaning onto the table, he cupped his chin into his hand and thought, 'What was the ring and why'd would one vampire want it so much.' He paused.
Maybe he's not alone.
((ooc Simon out))