Scambo 11-29-2008 07:30 AM<br/>The scene passed through hazy unsure eyes as Jack let his head roll back and let the heavy lids positioned above those eyes droop shut. He heard voices, felt touches, but they were all distant and insubstantial, trapped behind the screen of pain and anesthesia that kept him firmly trapped in a half state of sleep and awake. He thought he heard Shey's voice at one point and he called out for her weakly but there was no response. After an eternity, Jack could no longer fight back and the darkness over took him. He was unsure how long he had been unconscious when he came awake in a hospital bed, battered and bruised but alive. He moved his arms and legs in subtle motions, thanking whatever god existed that he was still able to do so. He propped himself up on an elbow, sliding his legs up under him and resting his back against the wall behind him. He took notice of a figure standing by the mirror and his heart soared when he thought it was Shey, but his mind spat out the name Ethon and killed his mood. It was no secret that most of her pack thought of him as just some punk magi who took advantage of a desperate time in their Alpha's life to get into her pants. His fist tightened beneath the sterile green dotted sheets as he glared at Ethon's back, feeling white hot rage coursing through his veins.<br/><br/>So, you think I'm not good enough huh? Fuck you Ethon, I know your game. Everyone knows that you want Shey for your own damn self but you only want the promotion that comes with it. I swear if you so much as touch her.....I'll kill you...The last thought had come unbidden, slamming, feeding the already raging torrent of anger that had flared within him. Ethon stood near an open window, looking out. Jack hadn't been awake when they brought him up, but from the skyline he could see through the window, they were high up.<br/>The janitors that work here need to be more careful...leaving the floor wet near a window where someone could fall is pretty....dangerous....Rotes entered his head and he shoved them away before doing his best to douse the heat of his anger.<br/>That blast must've shook me up more than I thought. He sagged back into his pillows, feeling tired again. Jack turned his head to face Ethon and spoke in hushed, quiet tones.<br/><br/>"Is she alright?" He didn't think there was any need to elaborate, and there really wasn't. His heart burned with an ache to see her, hold her, make sure she was O.K. Then again, he wasn't really sure that he was O.K. but that didn't do much to quell the fierce ache. Looking out the window, he gazed half dreamily out onto the city he loved, while pillars of smoke stretched lazily towards the sky, as an omen of evil or evidence that nothing and no one last forever. He squeezed his hand into fist, feeling the bite of his nails but not paying them any attention.<br/>We'll get through this. I don't care how many monsters, demons, vampires or whatever the fuck else comes our way, we will get through this. I promise.<br/><br/>Nebb 11-29-2008 09:19 AM<br/>Ariel was not yet as powerful as Memnoch, and the only abilities she could user to her advantage, was the element of surprise and her aptitude at stealth. Both of these were hard to employ when oneâ€™s opponent was in the standing right in front of you. All things considered, this was a fight she was destined to lose.<br/><br/>"No, if she wishes to serve than she needs to prove herself worthy of being able to fight in your name Enoch."<br/><br/>Ariel's hands moved quickly and silently beneath her full length shawl as Memnoch began to close the distance between them at lightning speed. In one fluid motion she sidestepped; wrenching the shawl from her shoulders and pulling it up like a shield in between her and Memnoch, as his clawed hand came crashing down. Even though she had managed a sidestep, it was not enough to avoid the blow and Memnoch struck her, tearing first through the shawl and then the flesh of her head and shoulder, the momentum from the attack sent her sprawling to the ground and into the doors she had just entered a moment earlier.<br/><br/>A sheath clattered below Memnochâ€™s feet. He looked down to see the shawl hanging from something in his chest. Tearing off the shawl, displayed a finely crafted blade stuck into his chest, a inches from his heart.<br/><br/>Arielâ€™s head hurt and her ears were ringing from the force of the blow. Her shoulder had taken the brunt of it. She could taste blood and the Beast fought hard for control over her. She knew she another hit like could do her serious harm.<br/><br/>braioch8201 11-29-2008 11:02 AM<br/>Memnoch raised his hand for another blow, prepared to knock the woman through the wall if he could, then another blur appeared, that materialiazed into Enoch, his hand gripped onto Memnoch's arm, fury in his eyes.<br/><br/>Enoch swung his gripped arm back, swinging backwards, throwing Memnoch backwards, slamming into the wall.<br/><br/>"Enough Memnoch!" Enoch commanded.<br/><br/>Memnoch stumbled away from the wall, glaring at Enoch, but snorted and turned back towards the window. Enoch turned back towards Ariel as he turned towards her with a smile, apologetic in nature.<br/><br/>Enoch spoke, "forgive my idiotic subordinate, his vice is bloodshed and steel, and he does not contain much self-control. He'll behave himself now, and you're are free to do as you please. Excuse us, I have an important meeting to attend."<br/><br/>Nebb 11-30-2008 05:08 AM<br/>Ariel picked herself up off the ground, blood still trickling from her shoulder due to the loss of muscle and skin tissue in her shoulder. Her normally calm and collected self-composure was gone, and instead anger and frustration brimmed at the surface. It was partially directed at the Prince's hospitality at allowing her to be attacked in his own throne room and partially at herself for not having been fast enough to respond to Memnoch's attack. What made her even more upset was that this meant Memnoch was right. She wasn't worthy enough to protect the Prince, since she couldn't even significantly damage the vampire, supposedly something that was her forte.<br/><br/>She collected her short-sword, scabbard, and torn full length shawl which lay on the ground. It barely had any blood on it. "He is quick." She thought to herself. If she couldn't become faster, then she'd be more cunning. She healed herself as best she could, but her wounds were serious and it would take at least another night or two. Immediately after, she could feel hunger start to set in.<br/><br/>She didn't have anything left to say, so she merely responded to the Prince's order to be excused.<br/><br/>"Yes my Prince."<br/><br/>Leaving, she picked up her bag and removed a clean shawl, wrapping it around herself. She headed out the building and into the streets; using various backstreet alley's she headed off into the night to hunt. She would need to be quick as she still needed to pay her respects to her covenant. They would undoubtedly want to question her for some time. She let out an audible sigh as she stepped into the darkest of shadows and disappeared from everything.<br/><br/>braioch8201 11-30-2008 10:07 AM<br/>After the woman left, fire all but blazing behind her eyes, Enoch turned towards Memnoch, fury dancing on his expression.<br/><br/>"Memnoch, in no shape or form will you ever do something like that again!" Memnoch shrugged in response, "NO," Enoch continued, "you will never do something like that again! If it were not for the fact that you are invaluable to me then you would immediately find yourself within the confines of the Hold for as long I deemed necessary."<br/><br/>Memnoch turned towards Enoch, obviously enraged, furthering Enoch, "for that matter, you are no longer to do anything without my permission again! You have also been reduced to feeding only on humans now!"<br/><br/>Before Memnoch could utter a retort at the indignanty Enoch waved him silent, Enoch turned back towards the room.<br/><br/>"For any matter, you will find that woman and you are to bring her this," he turns handing an ornate sword that had been laying upon his desk, "this is to show that not only is she welcome but she is to accept this as an apology for YOUR behavior, and free to do whatever is necessary to aid us, Go!"<br/><br/>Enoch turned back around as Memnoch walked from the room in a rage to find the woman. Enoch sighed as he sat down, third day and everything was going to hell, it was of no concern, if Memnoch pulled something like that again, Enoch would throw him in the Hold, no questions asked.<br/><br/>*********************<br/><br/>Memnoch found the woman in no time, his eyes hard as he grabbed her attention. He brought the sword up, he was seeing it for the first time really, considering he never gave it a real glance as it sat on Enoch's desk. It was a long and sturdy sword, it seemed to be made purely out of silver, rubies and emerald's adorned the gold handle. It was a sturdy and viscious weapon.<br/><br/>"My master, Prince Enoch would like to send his apologies for......my...behavior," he manged to spit out through gritted teeth, obviously having a hard time with the sentence, "As well, he would like to extend this gift as a show of good faith in whatever it is you plan to do within the city limits."