Frost Queens, Shadow Imps, Leeches and Lechers (Invite)

The word "imp" managed to make Amy's brow twitch YET AGAIN. Her Beast was roaring with anger at the entirety of the situation, ripping at the edges of her soul with monstrous thoughts of violence and hatred, all unfounded. She was just about to speak when the demoness launched herself through the air, bringing the heat far too close to the icy woman for her comfort. She stepped back in an effort to keep the physical illness at bay, her gaze piercing.

Should she need to step in, she was well prepared to do so. Amy had spent years upon years at Don's side, fixing the rash mistakes the Devil had committed in an act of hot-headed rage. She also knew the woman could easily calm herself down.

She gave Etonis a simple nod of gratitude, stepping between the fiery women with a raise of her gloved hands. "This is my home and my Elysium. There will be no violence here." Her voice held the smooth, cool command of one in charge, but surprisingly, there was no power from her blood to charge the situation. She was not attempting to force them into a more suitable state, instead allowing them both their respective paranoia. Turning her attention to the Queen of Fiends, she motioned towards the stairs leading into the balcony. "I have a room for receiving that may be more comfortable. I also have clothing, should you wish to cover yourself."

Because Amy was more than done with seeing half naked people in her home.

It was as if a tap had just been simply switched off.  The fiery demoness was emitting enough anger to feed thorn for quite a few days then suddenly it was gone. She missed it immediately, Thorn was happy to feed anytime and off anyone.  She had a suspicion that the anger from this one would actually be more sustaining than her pain.  Thorn stayed down for some time and listened to The vampire Queen as she made her suggestions her eyes still stuck unblinkingly on the other demoness.  When it was evident that she was not going to attack her, which she had thought was the purpose of this creatures arrival, she relaxed her stance a bit more. The demoness introduced herself as Don or something which tugged at Thorns mind with some familiarity and then the vampire woman was suggesting going into another room.  She nodded.

"I am Thorn for all intents and purposes here.."

At this point thorn wasn't really willing to go any further into this house unless she had minions in every nook and cranny.  She whispered a few words in her ancient tongue with that special little dialect and suddenly the shadows started to take on something very more definitive than just and absence of light.  If looked closely at you would be able to see little red eyes flash for a moment.  She was aware that perhaps this was not particularly friendly gesture, she had no idea how many other creatures might appear from anywhere and what their alliances might be.  She wanted to help Eto and she was willing to give her help to this tiny little vampire creature version of herself but......she was not willing to risk herself on a random stranger killing.  Her brother had had Eto watched before.  He might have infiltrated this court.

Slowly she came fully out of her crouch her eyes finally leaving the form of the demoness to move and rest on what she supposed was her actual host, the vampire lord.  She tried a smile as her arms dropped to her sides but she wasn't quite up to sheathing her daggers yet.  Her voice was pretty discordant with the mutioctaves sounding a little out of key as she kept herself in check. Then for some reason she really looked at her host noticing something for the first time.

The prince of the city seemed to be barely holding herself in check.  Thorn finally saw the immense control that she was exhibiting and her eyes narrowed very slightly while she talked her eyes examining the vampiress carefully

"I do apologise again. Perhaps i was rash in my assumptions.  I am avoiding most demonic contact at the present time due to.....uhh.....circumstances beyond my control."
She glanced at the pair entwined and back at the vampire female.  She didn't like that she would be cordial to this one but the vampire deserved some respect the least reason being this was her home.  Some of the shadows melted like rivulets across the ground and climbed up thorns legs becoming like material as they filled out to create Thorns habitual robes leaving off the hood. "if you would lead the way i would be happy to retire to the other chamber where you believe we might be more comfortable.  

She moved forwards to follow the vampire and tried to get close enough so that she might be able to touch the form of the vampire and perhaps decipher the puzzle of what made her tick.

A glance around the room gave her a number to contemplate, as far as the little minions of shadow were concerned. She was impressed, in a strange way, that it took another demon attacking the Queen for her to summon them. Perhaps there was hope for something akin to companionship after all. With a look to Don, her lips flinching into a frown. Thorn, she could forgive. The woman did not know the rules of the Kindred, and defense was not disallowed by Elysium. Outright attacking a guest, however...

Turning, she opted not to make a scene; she'd talk with the girl later, when they were alone. Allowing them to move as they wished, she led the way towards the stairs and the traditional Japanese tea room a floor above them. She seemed to glide, her grace gifted after a human life of training and thousands of years of practice. She did not need to look around to know where she was going, nor to judge the closing distance between herself and the demoness.

She could have stopped her if she wanted. While not as fast as some of those within her City, Amy had always preferred speed and adaptability to brute force. Her muscles rippled in preparation for the heat she knew would wash over her.

Touching Amy was like touching ice, as most thought it to be by the chill that surrounded her. Everything about the Prince was smooth and cold, unforgiving and unyielding. Her emotions were separated from her by a layer of complete control, but that layer was gnarled with scars that were almost palpable and sour. The curse of the fairies tainted everything about her.

Beneath that was something else entirely: the Beast, a creature made up of nothing but hatred, disgust, and anger. It roared with the raw power of emotions Amy O'Connor did not have access to. It burned, hot against her icy cold, and raged across her soul like a wildfire. It was sentient: it could feel the invasion, and it quickly became obvious that it did not appreciate that fact. It began to rake it's claws against the ice of Amy's control, trying to crack the perfect facade, to no avail.

Amy paused with one foot on the stairs, not bothering to look over her shoulder. It was a conscious decision to allow this woman to touch her, even as the Beast screamed in her head what that touch meant. She knew, and that knowledge showed only by the closing of her eyes, the slow release of her breath. She was allowing the demoness her curiosity, and whatever it took to quell it.

Thorn inched forward just a little more and managed to get a hand on the vampiress' back with at least a couple of fingers touching her bare skin.  There was a mist where the air reacted at the place the immense heat of thorn met with the icy frostiness of the vampire lord and thorn shivered as her senses were pelted with the small myriad of emotions tightly reigned by the vampiress but then bombarded even from a distance by the animalistic beast inside this frail looking form.  Thorn gasps her eyes widen and pulse with the power she attains just from this slight contact and even at a distance and a growl rumbles in her throat as her other hand comes up to take the shoulder of this creature and hold her still.

Thorns eyes close and she puts her senses and thought into her soul leaving her body to stay attached to the vampiress as she pushes her soul against the non physical aspect of the vampire.  her aim is that slavering roiling anger that is almost mesmerising and outside thorn licks her lips her tongue running over her fangs.  She pushes further and with a lunge inwards she manages to make contact with the beastial presence inside.  Thorns body stiffens and the flesh of her corporeal form starts to smoke even as it remains in contact.  

WIth a great deal of willpower Thorn draws back just as little cracks start to appear in her face and hands like drying pottery.  She isn't sated but this is one of the best meals she has had for a long time and she considers many things that Eto would probably frown on.  her body shimmers as the little golden beads in her hair melt and fall to the floor and the heat radiates off her as her body processes even that small contact.  She could take in more but not in such a fast manner.  she didn't think it would be appropriate for her to shed her body right here in the tense little vampire lords house and chase down her spiritual border.  Obvious there is something at play here but with what thorn has just consumed it would at least calm the beats for a small time and this might benefit the Vampire somewhat.

Thorn opens her eyes and turns to Eto with a strange expression of mixed apology and inquiry.  If she could she would bottle this little creature.  Lost for words at what she has found she turns back to the vampire woman she just spiritually violated and bows slightly. "my apologies, i must have slipped..."

As Thorn pushed into her soul, the Prince took a slow, deep breath, allowing her learned defenses to fall. It wouldn't be difficult for her to slip past the cool, icy barrier and reach the Beast, pacing back and forth inside Amy's mind. There was, for a moment, complete calm and stillness.

Then, it roared, a mighty sound of pure outrage. The emotions intensified as the demoness fed, not dying out as most would. The anger became rage, the hatred became pure loathing. It tore at the insides of the Prince, simultaneously acknowledging the fear it felt at being touched so intimately and the rage at the same situation. It began to rip at the edges of its host's awareness, snarling everything it knew that would upset, hurt, or anger her. Christian Sorel's name was said more than once. Monster! it screamed, over and over again. MONSTER! When it realized there was no freedom to be had, it fell back into the embrace of the creature that fed from it, crying out in agony.

The Beast seemed like an endless supply of energy and emotion, and in a way, it was: the culmination of far too many years suppressing every emotion, conflicted by the curse that afflicted her. What for some Kindred was a mindset had become an entirely separate being for her, a monster of her own creation that possessed her.

As Thorn released her, Amy swayed visibly. A hand reached out to grasp the railing of the stairs, but she kept her sudden weakness to a minimum. She did not show how sick she felt. The heat that reverberated from Thorn had suffocated the Prince, overheating her. She felt feverish and violently ill. Still, as Thorn would intimately know, she had an uncracking, iron cast grip upon her emotions. It would be nearly impossible to tell.

"If you do not mind, Queen of Fiends, I'd appreciate an explanation of that incident." There was no heat nor sarcasm in her tone, but as she finally turned to look at the demon, a mild curiosity could be seen in her almost-white gaze. Aside from a bead of bloody sweat upon her forehead, her struggle remained a winning battle.

Now, once they left, she might collapse where she stood. But until then... she had to be the gracious host. Ventrue training would not allow that to falter.

Thorn could hear, and was grateful, for Etos intervention with the other fiery demoness and she left them to each other for the moment her focus was pretty much on the vampire queen that despite the exterior she was showing to the world was quite obviously under considerable stress.  She wondered at the beast in her and why she held her emotions in check like this. it wasn't a healthy way to be and she guessed there was a reason, but was it worth this just to be a leader.  Thorn didn't want to be a leader of anything.  She had more important things to do, but she guessed that someone had to lead and in this case she wondered if they knew who or even what it was that they followed.  

she noted the sweat and the swaying. there was even a slight changed in her attitude.  "I think i have inadvertently done something wrong to the vampire queen.  If you can help her little Devil girl i would suggest you do something.  I was curious about something."  She glanced around at the new room and her eyes searched for something. "Is it possible to find a drink of some kind?

She glanced around at Eto with her eyebrow heading up her forehead in enquiry again.  "Perhaps it would be a good idea if she rested.  She has asked for an explanation and i will give it but not till she is in a more comfortable position.

Thorn herself moves towards the vampiress and puts a hand out to seaty her on the arm where there is no skin contact. she is very careful about that. even just touching her clothes she can feel the roiling beneath the icy facade and it is about all she can do to stop herself from sinking her teeth in and taking more from that roiling emotion.  Thorn stumbles back quickly and puts her hand to her face.

"I think it would be better if we did this another time. I might do something i regret later and it wouldn't benefit anyone if the leader of your coven is poorly".

The Prince tried to stand tall and strong, as high as her tiny stature would allow her. She tilted her chin ever so slightly up, trying as best she could to regulate her body temperature. The air around her began to cool to the point of a noticeable chill, frost beginning to layer the tips of her hair once more. Her eyes began to scan those that stared at her, judging their expressions as best as she could manage. It would be rude to send them away, especially after they came so far to see her, but her body was sensitive to the heat the two demons produced.

She offered a small twitch of her lips towards Don, attempting to quell her concern with a smile. It died before it managed to change her expression much, but the tip of her head towards the gathered three. She took another breath, and her formality returned with ease. What defensiveness her posture still held melted away, and she was exposed once more. If somebody attempted to attack her, she seemed completely open; it appeared as if her defenses were down.

"Please," she said softly, her voice still lilted with the archaic European accent. "Know that you are welcomed here. I hold Elysium within my home: no violence is allowed. Any acts of aggression," her gaze shifted for a moment from Thorn to Don, a pointed glare, before returning to the Queen, "against my guests will be seen as an act of war and punishable to the full extent of Camarilla Traditions. Should you need a safe haven, I open my home to you."

She gave a small bow again, a very slight lean from the waist, in her direction. It was offered as a show of respect from an equal, but also a show that even in her weakened state, Amy O'Connor would not submit to the whims of the demoness.

"Etonis, I assume you are able to see these two to their proper places?" She murmured, icy gaze finally turning towards the other Kindred present. There was knowledge and awareness in her gaze, but she did not condemn him for the occurences. There was no heat, no anger. "I am afraid I must excuse myself. I need to reconvene with my husband for the evening."