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havenxpierce:

As he waited, he could hear the sound of the shovel against the ground, the heart beating in the distance, followed by a scent. Now, even inhaling such a scent, already had him on edge. There was just something about the smell of Lycans that ticked off something inside him and made him want to cut one in half. His eyes met hers, her body language was already responsive, he noted that her hand was close to her hip, her stance read no proximity, still she had quite the fire to question his whereabouts. Pierce’s gaze was steady, unreadable, his demeanor was calm, cool, deadly relaxed.

“Are you preparing yours?” he replied back in a mono tone, though her reply was amusing at best. What was a Wolf doing alone and at this hour. He was to track her kind, however, nothing in his mission detailed anyone by her description. He had only paused on this road because something was off.

It had to be something about the way he looked at her that pissed her off. Maybe not this one in general but the way some vampires just had the uncanny ability to come off as living statues. It unnerved her and with this one being so calm and stone-faced, didn’t help her come up with any ideas on how to get out of here alive. Some could be tricked and others distracted but he didn’t seem like the type. Whether he’d intentionally come across her path or not she had no doubt in her mind that he intended on letting her leave unharmed. Then again Eris didn’t have the best kind of track record with his type, to begin with, so her encounters usually ended up badly.

It was hard to decipher the motive here, what kept him from immediately attacking as she watched him carefully. There were a good twenty yards between the two and while she knew either of them could cover the distance easily, he hadn’t yet. Was he the kind to toy with his prey? Maybe. As she dropped her hand from her hip and took a few steps into the light Eris decided to take a risk and tried to match his demeanor. “Not quite, I prefer something a little more comfortable.” Arms crossing over her chest as she peered at him with squinted eyes. While her eyesight was quite good in this form, she mentally hit herself and not paying enough attention. She knew this face. This man, or well thing.

“Pierce?”

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havenxpierce:

It wasn’t a surprise that he would come across driving in plain darkness. The roads completely empty, with nothing but the sound of the engine roaring through the night. On nights like these, it was as if something had occurred. Calling it a feeling, but Pierce could sense something in the air. He found himself near an field, surrounded by trees, he pulled over on the side of the road, he could smell something familiar, senses heightened. Weapons hidden in case he had to subdue anyone.

He waited, knowing someone was either hiding or waiting for him to go.

It wasn’t ideal being this close to the road, hands, and clothes covered in dirt, looking exactly like the kind of person someone would take caution of if they ran across her. Then again most people weren’t out in the middle of the night taking a cruise on a back road. Which is why she was more comfortable doing what she was when she could hear a car coming from miles away. Even with digging the grave her senses allowed for more caution than most. This wasn’t Eris’ job. Getting rid of bodies was not what she signed up for, but when you piss of the person whose job it is? Well, it’s how she wound up ruining her manicure with every passing minute.

Fingers clenching around the shovel in hand, the small peach fuzz that covered her body stood on end as she heard the sound of tires hitting the pavement. Someone was coming and by the sound of it, she had about a few minutes to dispose of her project that was nearly done anyway. Though if she was lucky the car wouldn’t stop and the breath that she was holding would be released shortly. Creeping up to the treeline, Eris had no such luck as the vehicle came to a stop and someone climbed out. Normally she’d play the dumb, helpless victim that usually did the trick with humans but this wasn’t the case. It was why she felt her hand grip the gun on her hip without knowing she’d reached for it. Instinctively she’d known the presence here was one that wasn’t going to buy whatever act she’d put on. Vampire. Her body always tingled with both fear and hatred when around them. The question was, what was one doing out here?

“Isn’t it close to your bedtime?” Calling out in a low growl, not sure if she wanted to step out from the tree line just yet, but knowing they could hear her.

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divine move || jezebel & eris

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queenxofxthieves:

A grin flashed through her lips meeting the other’s silence. Jezebel had already begun to itch for a push from their side, something to keep her kicking and excited. With the gesture that the Death made, she only assumed they were in for a game; you poke me, I poke you—I stab your eyes out and you are a useless “assassin” for the rest of your days. She wouldn’t be the one to pick the fight first, of course, she wasn’t stupid nor she was absolutely reckless. Eris was still a trained woman, a professional of her path, and there was no point arguing that. Blackmail and pushing other people’s buttons, however—

“Don’t be silly,” the bright smile made her look borderline demented, but it was far from that. She was only eager to continue what the other commander had started. “You brought this upon yourself. Nobody forced you into it.” Jezebel was chirpy and bittersweet, took the bottle of red wine brought to the table a touch earlier and opened it up before filling Eris’ and her own glasses. Fingers coiling around it she took a sip before making herself more comfortable for what appeared would be a lengthy conversation. The woman before her wouldn’t run, and Jezebel wouldn’t let her go off the hook so easily either. “So, tell me best pal. You have the flash—what now? It’s not like you are actually going to use it because—well—you can do it once and then..you know.” Finger-throat motion. “And using it as a water spray for cats whenever they do something wrong will never really work anyway..It is, indeed, an odd situation you’ve put yourself into.”

Every fiber of her being was on edge and while she watched Jezebel smile and play out her game, she was figuring out her next move. The woman was clearly unnerved by the fact that someone, Death, knew something about the other house. If she wasn’t she wouldn’t be here trying to strong arm her into, well that was the question. What was the other commander trying to do here? Threaten her in order to invoke fear of using the information against the other house? That was the woman’s first mistake.

“Are you saying that I should have given the drive to you as soon as my house had found it? Because that just wouldn’t make sense. I might have once held respect for you but that doesn’t mean we are on the same team.” She replied coolly, not about to fake a smile and act as if this was all fun and games. Her eyes had narrowed, as she watched the woman take a drink. While her own glass sat in front of her she declined the gesture. Once Eris would have thought about calling Jezebel a friend but this was the reason she didn’t have any. People were selfish and she was no different. “If you thought that threatening me was the way to approach this then that was your first mistake.”

Her hands folded in front of her as she kept her gaze on the woman. While she was more than pissed right now she did her best to stay composed. “I originally hadn’t planned to mess with that information but you’ve only confirmed the suspicions I held. I guess you’re just going to have to wait and see what kind of games I come up with. Or you can try to kill me, which won’t bode well for you, and your whole house will find out what it’s like to be in a war with Death.”

#p: jezebel #sorry this is a million years later

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