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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 13, 2016 16:40:46 GMT
Thorn stayed crouched just inside the tear she had made, keeping to the other side so as not to be seen or smelt or heard by Eto as he walked away from the vampire leader. It was strange to see someone like her toiling like she was but it seemed the vampire female enjoyed it. Thorn had no taste for gardens or gardening unless it was to produce her potions or such, otherwise she didnt put much value in it. She understood others had it as a hobby. Thorn didnt really have hobbies. She had 'what she had to do' and 'what she didnt have to do' it was pretty cut and dried where she was from. If ahe let herself get carried away with what interested her she would probably end up hip deep in vampire cafavers all neatly staked out and labeled in cursive demonic script.
Once Eto exited the area Thorn turned white/silver eyes on the vampire queen. She called herself 'prince' as some honorary title it seemed, some tradition of these particular vampires that must date back to possibly ancient times. There were many great puzzles to this group of creatures, and Thorn was always up for unraveling a good puzzle. Before she managed to do damage, though, she decided it would probably be a good idea to clarify a few things. If she was ever going to get help from Eto he would need his full attention. She was sure between Eto and Shade she could get close to her brother and bring his blocks tumbling down around him. Possibly the she could set Eto up as regent for a while and that would leave her free to sort out whatever the hell was happening to her. It was pretty clear that these, Etos new friends, and possibly that irritating little red demon woman were keeping him from helping her with his full attention. Eto running in to battle her brother half assed would mean dead Eto, and Thorn didn't want to think what that would cause her to feel.
Feelings, they were so stark and the ones that were new were so damn persistant. Half the time she didnt know whether she wanted to tear someones throat out or hug them. Yuck, did she just think 'hug'. Thorn shivers involuntarily. She really needs to sort out this vampire mess so she can concentrate on getting her emotions under some kind of control. Was she going insane already?
Thorn slipped through the tear and let it close behind her. She was getting pretty good at this movement between Limbo and Gaia. It hadn't taken too long to master. You just had to take into account that sometimes when you were heading down to Gaia the ground in Limbo was the wrong direction. She moved a little closer, she could feel that undercurrent inside the female and it made her hands itch, but she would not touch her unless it was totally necessary this time. Such an interesting duality, such magnificent feeding so close but so out of bounds. She waited till the female indicated she had noticed her before she nodded politely. It was probably a good idea to be politemafter all her mistakes earlier. Her multitoned voice was soft but it would carry to the vampires sharp ears easily.
"I was hoping to....discuss a few things. If you dont mind. I need to clarify some things and before i go any further i would rather know the best way to handle this situation, PRINCE Amy......"
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 20, 2016 18:36:10 GMT
The quiet of the garden always calmed her. Not even Eto and his words could ruin that for her. He had left on a good note, a smile touching her lips, tainted blue from the constant cold her body produced. It was an interesting thought to say the least... A mother. Her fingers delicately caressed the leaf of the plant before her, a deadly nightshade in full bloom, as she contemplated his words. As a young girl, she had been taught her position in archaic society: a wife, a mother, but never a leader. She had escaped that ideology, but only barely.
As focused as she was, as lost in memories, she was oblivious to the portal behind her. Years spent as a friend to Finn and Don, both of whom frequented the realms outside of her own, had taught her what that strange, crawling sensation was. It was rare that goose-flesh bubbled her skin, but the sudden heat from Hell often made her feel ill. The portal opening from Limbo, however, did not have the same effect.
She could have almost ignored it. The emptiness as SilverThorn stepped from her home was gaping, just at her back, but Amy O'Connor was well familiar with emptiness. There were certain people in her life that exuded it like an aura, clinging to it. Perhaps they were, themselves, creatures born of Limbo. She wasn't certain she would want to know, even if they were, and as unfamiliar with Purgatory as she was, her ignorance was easy to maintain. Her head tilted to one side, slowly, in a cascade of silver hair. She listened carefully as the Demoness moved closer. Here, in her garden, any disturbance would be easy for her to note.
Finally, she turned her almost-white gaze towards the woman, no shock or surprise showing on her face. She stared at her as she nodded, and trying to be comforting, Amy offered her a small twitch of the lips. If one wished to, they could easily construe it as a smile; it would not bother the Prince either way. She allowed her to speak, not bothering to interrupt her, and waited for a few moments after to assure herself that she was done. "Welcome back to my home, Queen Thorn," she returned, offering the Fiend Leader the same respect that was offered to her.
She stood from the ground, her skirts straightening themselves as her attention focused solely on the demon before her. Standing with a formality practiced over hundreds of years, she motioned towards the well-kept dirt path that led through her garden. "Would you like to walk with me? You may speak freely, here." Her voice lilted as she spoke, her accent one of a long dead city that most barely remembered existed: Lunaria, the home of the Fires. It was a little island just beyond the mainland of Europe, near to France. The accent could almost be considered some strange mixture of French and Italian, but even that was inaccurate.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 21, 2016 15:20:01 GMT
Thorn noted the females aceeptance with unconcealed surprise. She was absolutely sure she had caused this vampire some major discomfit, although unwittingly, and she wasnt really sure she would be welcomed by her if she came again lacking an Eto. She didnt bother hiding her surprise. It generally took effort for Thorn to disguise her emotions, as she was pretty much a solitary creature and didn't really have any reason to most of the time. Her nature was pretty forthright unless it directly related to what she felt 8ntimately about someone. Often for Thorn feelings were a matter of embarrassment and she preferred not to discuss them openly, even to those she cared for, or even the fewer of those she trusted. And there was the irritating inability to lying. After nodding she looked down the path with the familiar old suspicion resting comfortably in her mind like an old friend. A whispered thought on the wind and the shadows through the path and garden suddenly seemed deeper and somehow.....moving.
Thorn waited a moment after looking back to the vampire female with a raised brow, wondering if she was to move first but then she nodded and tried to return the smile. It wasnt very successful, she was very nervous and the murmer of the monster inside the vampire leader was very distracting. The taste she had taken on their first meeting had been a shock but also like fire running through her veins. Thorn wasnt going to lie to herself. Even though she had told Eto she wouldnt do anything, she wouldnt turn down if it was offered. However she would keep her word to him, she desperately needed his help and that meant not eating his friends till they were emotionless zombies. But......still, she could feel it running right beneath the vemales skin and it was unnerving.
She fell into step beside the female but kept a good arms reach between them. Unsure what caused the problem last time they met she was not willing to do damage by acidentally brushing against her. She was silent for a moment and her voice r3mained soft with that strange multitonal quality when she finally did talk.
"Thank you for being so tolerant. I mean no disrespect, but despite your words i was wondering whethwr the welcome would still be offered after our last, uhh, interaction. Please believe me when i did what i did i meant no harm. Curiosity is almost a......failing with me. But if you would be good enough to explain, why did you let me touch you? I am confused that you allowed me access, or is it some kind of initiation? You were obviously unfortunatwly affected by what i did....." Th9rn broke off her dialogue. In the manner of one that works alone a lot it almost seemed like after the first sentence she was actually conversing with herself, as if she were saying out loud questions she would approach someone with when she met them. Although she walked right now beside the vampire it was as if she were back in her laboratory contemplating the event qnd what puzzled her about it.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 22, 2016 2:53:04 GMT
The surprise that registered across the near-stranger's face amused her greatly. Had she committed the same offense only a decade prior, she probably would have been attacked on the mere principle, long before the heat had its chance to make her feel sick. Amy, when she was a Sorel, had been a cold and rash person, resorting to burning the problem down rather than dealing with it. In fact, she had taken all of Lunaria with her just to prove a point to the illustrious Sabbat leaders, all of whom had abandoned their chase after the flames. At least her methods were effective.
She understood the woman's apprehension intimately. It would be easy for her to maintain the same paranoid uncertainty if the shoe were on the opposite foot, but in all actuality, she felt little to no hostility for her. Perhaps it was the conversation she had just had, or the warmth of her husband's arms just inside her manor home. Perhaps it was something else altogether. Perhaps, after all, it was simply the fact that the past few years had changed her so completely. The woman knew nothing of her curse and could not plan around it. Curiosity was never something to be condemned, and in the moment that the Queen of Fiends touched her, she had experienced a long-foreign peace. The Beast that so often raged wild in her chest had, for at least a moment, been silence.
As the two women began to walk through the winding garden, she allowed one gloved hand to fall to her plants, a gentle caress across the leaves. To the perceptive eye, there was a danger in her touch. Even with the layer of fabric separating her from the organic material, a light frost appeared on the tips of the plants she lingered upon too long. Yet, Amy did not seem to notice, her gaze focused on her guest as she spoke. She seemed to ramble, her nervousness showing through her words. A soft, almost affectionate smile touched her almost-blue lips. Offering a shake of her head, she tried to calm that.
"I am many things, but I am a woman of my word," she assured her with a single nod towards the Queen. "You are welcomed here. You will not be exiled for your actions. I allowed your touch and knew very well what your heat would do to me. Though I was unaware of your..." Amy took a moment as she searched for the right word. What exactly had she done? The Beast roared at her very presence, aware of the effects, but the Prince herself had far more control. "Abilities." That made her chuckle ever so slightly, turning her gaze up the sky.
"You say that your curiosity is a failing, yes? Well, curiosity is my vice as well. The rumors I have heard are interesting, indeed, and I wanted to see it for myself. I do hope that does not insult you." There was no cruelty in her tone, no animosity. Don spoke little of the Fiends, but Finn? Finn seemed to know everything there was to know. About everything. The madman had an insatiable lust for knowledge and held it tight in his steel-trap mind. Whatever questions she might have had, he could answer on an intellectual level. "Nothing is more telling than direct experience."
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 22, 2016 4:27:45 GMT
"You say you have heard rumours of me?"
The idea wasn't very pleasing to Thorn. She never really liked the limelight, though being who and what she was she was often thrust forcefully into it. Her nature was solitary recluse and she preferred it that way as her task was so much easier if noone interfered. The ladys affection tickled at Thorns senses and she wondered at it as she stretched ariound first looking at the ladies hands as they set the plants to frost. She was so fascinated that she craned her neck to watch the plants as they passed by, almost like a curious child. This creasture was fascinating and the more she learned about these new friends of Etos the more her curiosity was pricked. She wanted to study, to dissect, to label and learn about every part, open up and look inside, see what made them tick. Her hands twitched with a need to touch and rip open and she had to clench them to stop herself. True she had the vampires back in her lab on hell7 that were dissected and labeled and preserved with chemical and magic so they didn't disintegrate, but these new ones had peculiarities she hadn't come across before.
Thorn glanced at the female beside her and nervously put a hand to her mouth chewing her nails in her usual manner when she was perturbed. She blinked and then replayed the vampires words over again realising that it would probably be polite to answer or at least acknowledge the females conversation.
"You have an advantage over me it seems. I didnt know i was a topic for others to study in that great a detail, i am usually in my lab unless i have other business to attend to. Maybe if i meet this 'Finn' of yours i could learn as much from him about your people. Before that i also need to know what is acceptable behavior in this place. Eto values you and yours, and i don't want to harm what he values. I need him...." she cuts off suddenly glancing at the vampire woman beside her then looks away quickly. Not a good idea to sound like a supplicant to iunknown people. But this one did say she knew a lot about her and that worried Thorn. How much did she know? She wondered if tracking down this 'Finn' person would be beneficial, perhaps a bit of questioning. She wondered if he was possibly friendly or amenable to discussion. The idea of being a supplicant to these vampires did not appeal. Best to help them, and move on with Eto to stop Swiftclaw.
Thorn then stayed silent waiting for the vampire to rep,y. Her hand at her mouth again ripping an unoffensive piece off a bit viciously. She wasnt sure if this conversation was going in the right direction. She needed to get back to discussing the conflict she had assured Eto she would help with.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 22, 2016 4:46:13 GMT
If the Prince noticed the rather dramatic change in her proper posture, she did not show it. However, she also did not comment on the curiosity; she didn't try to stop it. She was used to the interest. A few Kindred had a similar curse, a frost that followed them and chilled the wind, but she had never met another whose cold was so extreme that it could turn people to ice statues. A fate she was all too aware awaited her in the near future. Indulging in the Fiend's curiosity, she allowed her fingers to remain upon the edge of a leaf for a moment longer than she had previously. It quivered against the cold as a very obvious frost crawled across the veins within the green, a flake of snow falling to the ground as she removed her gloved fingers.
Not once did Amy look away from her guest, watching everything and attempting to familiarize herself with the woman's strange mannerisms. She noticed the clench of her fists and her head tilted ever so slightly to one side in a tumble of silver hair, wondering what might be on her mind. She had no way of knowing that she was contemplating taking her apart like a doll or a frog. She did not ask whatever question was on her mind, however, and it would be rude to ask. Amy O'Connor was a lot of things, indeed, but rude was not something anyone could ever call her.
Then, Thorn raised her hand to her teeth. Just as the Queen had clenched her fists to maintain her control, her own fingers spasmed before clenching tight against her palms. It was, in fact, an almost exact mirror of the motion. Years of training told her to remove the woman's hand from her mouth, perhaps to slap it away like she would a child indulging in a terrible habit. She was able to recognize that as rude, however, and forced herself to keep her composure. She took a steadying breath, forcing herself to focus on her words.
"Perhaps not commonplace for others," she admitted, giving a nod and keeping her eyes trained on Thorn's own gaze, not wavering. She could not stare at her hand and expect to keep her cool. "Findero Lauden, my Malkavian Primogen, is an interesting individual with very... compelling tastes." To put it lightly. "If you would like to speak to him, perhaps I can arrange a meeting." Even as she made the offer, she regretted it. The very idea of allowing the two interaction made her nervous, anxiety prickling at the icy wall that separated her and the wild Beast that raged within her.
Giving a shake of her head, Amy tried to offer her a reassuring smile. The Camarilla life was not an easy one to explain, especially not in a single conversation. "I have books that may be more to your tastes if you would like to know the Traditions of our life. Your Etonis Vadia, he is unfamiliar with our customs as well. You may correct me if I am wrong, but it seems you may enjoy the company of age-old page to an old crone ranting at you for nights upon nights." She raised her hand as she said "crone," motioning to her chest to indicate she was talking about herself.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 22, 2016 5:13:08 GMT
Thorn was not good at hiding her immediate reactions. In fact you could almost guarantee that whatever she feels from any action would show immediately in her posture or her expression i one way or another. She hadnt learned to hold her composure as the frost queen in front of her obviously was very practised at doing. Fortunately the fact she could read emotions very well so she wasn't as much at a disadvantage as she would be otherwise. A slight frown at the clenching of the womans hands and the irritation of Thorns absentminded habit caused the daemon to tilt her head. This curious creature was fascinating. Her feelings and actions were so controlled they were almost polar opposites. Her fingers itched once again to open her up and see inside her mind.
"Oh, I'm already doing......" she cut off again and her hand moved to her mouth again. She wasn't sure it would be a good idea if she volunteered the knowledge that she was capable of more than one body, though all were attached to the same soul. It was draining to do this but she thought it wise to obtain knowledge as soon as possible or she might lose Etos help. "Uhh, i mean, it is very generous of you and any help would be very welcomed." She tried a nervous smile around her finger and shot it toqwards the female hoping it would be taken in a friendly way. "Your 'friend' you call 'Finn', is he a archivist or historian of some kind? It would be very useful if he was amiable."
She reached to the plant the frosty woman had encased in ice and touched it so gently, but the touch made the plant hiss as the ice melted overly fast, and the scent of boiled leaves filled the air. Thorn snatched her hand away glancing again at the female in apologetic embarrassment, though she didn't mention the incident.
"I also noticed the library and i had a look around. I hope i was not being intrusive. I enjoy libraries and written word. Though i don't mind verbal instruction. If you wish to speak of your people with me i would be ho oured to listen," Thorn co pletely ignored the implication of this creature as a clone. Age had no meaning to her, she herself being from a time before even the production of Gaia. She wondered at the idea of age and found the human, and human derivatives obsession with it strange and sometimes amusing. The older the being the more knowledge they obtained. To Thorn age was a priceless font of knowledge. Some thing to be revered.
"But that is talk for another time. Eto has told me of your upcoming event with enemies. This is what i had imposed on your world for." She raised a brow turning to look full at the vampire beside her in question.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 22, 2016 5:25:45 GMT
Don't hit her. Don't hit her. Don't hit her. Don-- BAD HABITS.
Amy's cool exterior hid a roiling panic as she continued to idly chew on the skin around her fingers. Once upon a time, she had a similar habit. She had trimmed her cuticles to absolute perfection, unable to accept any sort of marring to her frame, and the memory of punishment passed through her mind every time she glanced at Thorn's mouth. The memory of the beatings were fresh, despite hundreds of years having passed. The Beast recoiled wildly at the thoughts, roaring loud enough that it took genuine effort to hear anything around the sound of its displeasure. Her father's lessons would never leave her and it made being around such familiar behaviors uncomfortable, to say the least. Some might even call it a trauma-induced paranoia or phobia. Amy had stopped breathing altogether in hopes of maintain her facade of complete calm.
It took the Prince a moment longer than it had before to respond to the comments that were being made. Her emotions were still encased in that defensive ice, unyielding, but beneath that... they were wild. Her Beast demanded action of some kind, any kind, to stop her from bringing those memories boiling to the surface. Her head tilted to the side, more emotion than she was usually willing to show, as she forced herself to understand every word that was spoken. It shouldn't have been so difficult for her to focus.
"Findero is an ancient being, and if you manage to capture his favor, then he is a wonderful companion to have." She knew that it didn't quite answer the Queen's question, but it was the best she could offer her. Finn was known for being problematic, but he did enjoy sharing things like information. Focusing on the picture of his gaunt face, eggplant hair, and stone-cut emerald eyes made it easier to concentrate on the rest of the conversation. Event with enemies... The Keui-Jin.
That brought it all into focus once more. Luckily for Thorn, the Beast's roaring and screaming had kept the screaming sound of the plant from her attention. She could smell the intrusive scent but seemed unwilling to look away from the Queen. She refused to allow herself any sort of distraction, lest it be the final thing to ruin her control. She allowed herself to think about the Eastern Monsters. Nichiya DeMorieve, the leader as she understood it, had proven himself to be a foe worth fighting.
"Yes. We are entering a war against our cousins, the Keui-Jin. Kindred, like myself, that maintain their souls."
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 22, 2016 6:24:12 GMT
Thorn was finally able to associate the wintery females irritation 2ith her nail chewing habit and she blinked as she took her hand from her mouth and looked at it with something like surprise. She glanced at the female her hand almost going to her mouth agai subconsciously but then she let it drop from her mouth having to mentally tell herself to do so. She never was able to recall when she picked up this habit. It was way back when her Father ruled and she was a young daemonling, perhaps even before she went into the wilderness. As she collected her thoughts she rubbed her thumb over the jagged remains of her nails on the same hand and tried to ignore the roiling she could feel within the creature beside her. So much she didn't know that could cause her to hurt this creature, and then she would lose Etos support. She made a mental note to limit her nailbiting, if she could, if only to keep the icy females comfort.
Thorn felt the gaps in the things the vampire was saying. It seems she wasnt very forthcoming in information as she possibly could be and she wondered at it. Was she protecting someone or was there some kind of code thatnforced her to only reveal certain things to the daemon. The title prince itself, belongi g at this time to a female when it is a male title, spoke volumes about a very strange and structured society. Thorns mind went back to her days in egypt when she was with her brother/husband Seth. Nephthys, as she had been called then, was bound by many proprieties and ceremony. She understood a civilization built that way. Often one break in the carefully built traditions qnd you would see the culture come apart at the seams. This worried Thorn even more, and her hand travelled up then stopped and she bit aggressively into her lips instead as her hand fell back to her side. The harried skin tore and a red dribble travelled down her chin. She thought very carefully about her words now, trying hard not to cause a rift.
"These creatures, your cousins you say? They are souled vampires?" She wondered if the female knew of Eto having a soul. Surely she would be able to feel it within him. "Is it because they are souled that you disagree or is there some other reason for the conflict." Thorn frowned. She understood now why Eto was wanting to be there to introduce these two women. She needed more information. If this creature knew of his soul, would he suddenly be an enemy?
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 22, 2016 6:39:27 GMT
"The possession of their soul is largely irrelevant to their position as our enemy," Amy assured her. She too thought of Etonis Vadia, the young Assamite who somehow maintained his soul in place of his Beast. She wondered, and not for the first time, what exactly allowed him to manage the split. She had no animosity towards him, even after the multitude of conversations she had to her own detriment. He had proved himself loyal and useful, and despite everything... Don liked him.
Giving a shake of her head, the Prince began to force herself to relax. The muscles in her shoulders began to unknot themselves as the memories began to return to their locked boxes in the back of her mind, her Beast settling down within its cage of ice. It's roar died down to a controllable grumble, allowing her focus once more.
"The Keui-Jin have an animosity towards the Kindred of the West. Their elitist ideology tells them that those of us without our souls are Beasts that need to be exterminated. This war is not one we want but one we are willing to fight. This is THEIR war."
Every word of the last sentence was sharp and clipped. She knew that the blood of the city was on her hands, eternally, but that blood was on Nichiya DeMorieve's hands as well. It was his choice to start this war, and all because of an archaic and outdated belief and bias.
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Says the Ventrue.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 22, 2016 16:59:21 GMT
Thorn felt relief for a moment that Eto was not in danger and she smiled a bit. Obviously this female had picked up on what was worrying her, or perhaps her mind was running on the same line as her. She was also aware that she was gaining this side of the argument but that really didn't matter. Her objective was to free up Eto, and that meant to get past this conflict and onto what she needed so that meant this side was the one that mattered. If they were talking war surely they had tried all other avenues already.
"I trust that all ways to resolve this problem without physical conflict have been tried." It was a statement not a question. Eto was hot headed but this vampire beside her seemed the type to think without drawing the first weapon. "Is there a way that you can limit the bloodshed? If you cut the head off the snake.....?" Thorn chewed her lip waiting for an answer. Then she did something her brain cried out against her doing. in a very low and controlled voice she offered, "I can help you with that if you asked...." She was referring to the underlying turmoil she felt in the frosty vampire. Thorn had kept her distance all this time despite the tugging at the edges of her senses of the beast inside this creature. if she didn't maintain her self control she would have forced herself on the female and taken the sustenance that she knew was there, she had already experienced.
"You talked of the ability i have that i have, it is not an ability but the way i feed. But i do know that sometimes it can have beneficial results. I'm not sure how i managed to hurt you, but if there is a way i can reduce that frenzy of emotions without causing pain....." She left it hanging.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 22, 2016 20:01:19 GMT
Had she been more open with her emotions, Amy might have snickered. She had fought a war when she first took Nagasaki, one that left people broken and dead all around the City. It was an experience she had hoped to avoid afterwards, and for months, she had fought the Keui-Jin politically. She would much rather the fight be a battle of wits, but the Eastern Monsters had no interest in diplomacy. They wanted blood... She had prevented it for as long as she absolutely could, but after Octavian's actions and the kidnapping of young Bellatrix Warden, there was little she could do to continue her current objective.
Nothing showed across her face, however. She was stoic, just as cold as she ever was, even as Thorn changed her topic. At first, she did not seem to notice. Help? Was the demoness offering to help against the enemy? Yet, the Beast knew exactly what she was talking about. It roiled and shifted in her mind, recoiling from the very possibility of being touched again. The creature was one of loneliness and rage; it did not like to be interrupted.
Amy offered a soft hum as she contemplated the offer, once it was clarified. Her curiosity was almost unquenchable, and already once, she had experienced the calm that came from forcing her emotions into submission. Some might find it uncomfortable, but that numbness? It was exactly what she was expected to have. Complete separation. She was able to think clearly when numb, to keep all emotions away from the logic she was so proud of. If she wanted to solve a situation, Thorn's particular feeding habits might prove to be incredibly beneficial.
"The hurt came from your touch, not your..." What should it be called? "Feeding." The smile Amy offered her was kind but guarded, careful. She did not like admitting to the faerie curse that plagued her body, and even if Etonis trusted this woman, she was not sure if she could. "Your heat made me ill. Are you in need of... food?"
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 23, 2016 9:59:57 GMT
As soon as she had put the offer out there Thorn was instantly berating herself inwardly. Eto would be so angry if he kne she was here still trying to drink from this creature after she had promised him she wouldn't do anything. Her eyes flashed in self directed loathing and she drew in a breath sharply through her teeth looking anyhere but at the vampiress, if she was honest with herself she like realize she was actually looking around making sure Eto was not in earshot. She wasn't hungry or even in need, it was more the quality and quantity of the roiling emotions inside the female that tempted her. She had used Eto once for the same reason. Because of other distractions and for many other reasons she had decided it was no longer an option. She closed off the greet need in her and forced her mind back to important things. She must focus on the at topic. She forced the hand that raised half the distance to her mouth and instead bit furiously into her harried bottom lip until a small drip of dark red trailed down and dripped off her chin. She forced herself back on track and looked at the icy vampire braid her with a forced smile.
"What plans have you in place for the location of the first battle? Eto has told me you are vastly outnumbered, but perhaps I can help you with that."
Thorn was no stranger to war. Through her task she had been often involved with many Hamm conflicts resulting in large numbers of deaths. It had been necessary to slow the progress of population numbers of the humans at the time. A shaper in the ear of this person, a bit of direction for that person, and pretty soon you had human killing human in vast numbers. Thorn as chosen for her quest precisely because she was perfect for it. She had even hi directly involved in many wars, killing and drinking from the pain and negative emotions that are rampant in battle. She had experienced heights of ecstasy that she rarely had never felt again. She could also fight to hold her own. Trained in Egyptian style dual daggers but apart from that she had other means of maiming and killing.
"I offer my services if you would like my kind of help...."
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 24, 2016 1:07:03 GMT
The Queen chose to shift the focus of the conversation, once more, to the war that brewed just beneath the peaceful facade of Nagasaki. It was easy for Amy to pay careful attention to every word, every action, that Thorn committed to, her senses heightened as adrenaline began to pump through her veins. For so long, she had assumed the Keui-Jin would keep their heads bowed and their dangers out of her City, but the recent kidnapping of the Ravnos girl had proven to her that there was no longer any treaty standing between the two groups of Kindred.
She gave a single, contemplative nod to the demon's offer. If she wanted to help, she would hear no qualms from the frosty Prince. Outnumbered, they were, and vastly was an understatement. Any hands that were willing to risk themselves would be welcomed and greatly appreciated.
"A few nights ago, a group of the Monsters entered the edges of my city in hopes of kidnapping a girl," she explained softly. "They held her captive. She was rescued, and most of the group disposed of, but their attack was unprovoked." Slowly, Amy shook her head, disgust apparent in the way her eyes flashed. The emotions she normally kept checked clawed at the surface of the ice, the Beast begging to come out and play. "I have chosen to take the next step, before they are given the opportunity. I know a base of their operations and would like a covert team of specialized warriors to eradicate the individuals within, as quickly, quietly, and easily as possible. It will serve as a warning to the Monsters that, should they wish to continue, they will be wiped out entirely."
It was a cruel decision. None of her people were harmed that night, and her response was to kill an entire group of the enemy. She still hoped that they could get out of this war with minimal bloodshed but also understood how unlikely that was. She would not stand for the Monsters to get yet another free shot in on her people, not without first reciprocating their initial attacks in kind and multiplied.
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Post by SilverThorn on Mar 24, 2016 3:22:46 GMT
She wasn't even aware of the chewing when her fingers found their way to her mouth again, Thorn was filled with comsternation now. They had only started the pre battle skirmishes. No actual real war plans had been made yet, there was so much more to come. The conversation with the dwarves had eased her mind a little about the changes happening to her at this point, though the emotional development that had been thrust on her was still very hard for her to deal with. She was committed to helping these people by her own words and she didn't regret that decision, but this would put a halt on her own tasks for a long while. These creatures had barely begun their fight, the only part they had completed was the reason for the feud. Maybe she could use this war to fuel her while working two tasks at the same time? It wouldn't be the first time. But it did stretch her very thin, and it was during these situations that Thorn had managed to get herself imprisoned to the demoness Myst. She had gotten lax and one of her bodies had been left open to that females silver touch. She shivered at the thought before shaking a little like trying to rid herself of a coat of water and tried to banish thoughts of the demoness from her mind.
She understood well the tactic of hitting back twice as hard to deter the other. That really didnt work well for its intent but it may just get the ball rolling a little faster and Thorn liked that idea very much. It usually came to all out battle after a few pokes and prods like what the vampire woman described. Thorn considered the things at her disposal and also considered whether it would be a good idea to give out a little more information. Oblivion had recently come into her pkssession after her Father had ascended to the next sphere. But to use it for this might li it what use it would be against Swiftclaw. The thought that using it would also affect Swift was extremely appealing, but ruling over a dead hell was not a pleasant thought. True, it meant that she would be left alone to her quest, and true her hell would eventually refill, but somehow she abhorred the idea that her world was depopulated by her own doing. Pride as leader or something perhaps.
Still deep in thought she ripped a piece of nail off in an almost vicious manner and chewed on it in thought for a while, the finger hovering near her lips before she absently spat it to the side away from the icy female beside her. When she spoke it was in a musing manner, half retrospective and half aware that the vampire was still there. It was obvious Thorn was used to figuring out her problems in solitude with her manner revealing she had almost forgot she was actually i conversation with someone else.
"Well i do have Oblivion now, back in Limbo. I could probably get some of the horde here to even out the numbers. I'm not sure what Swift would do though......" she chewed the nail a little more, the blood from her lip mingling with new blood from her ripped nail where the skin had torn. "I'm pretty sure it works as it did before. Swift might be unhappy about it," she grinned around her finger a little at the thought, "but in all honesty it might end up a bigger war than you think. If he gets involved we might have to fight hi as well. Unless i only lend myself to the effort, and in that case i do not like the odds....."
She moved to another nail frowning a little at her thoughts. Those odds were not good at all. She needed to have a long chat with Eto about the intricasies of vampire warfare. From what she knew of his background he was definitely the one to ask.
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