hunting through the scope

Aidric Southfield. Werewolf. 47. Bitten Converted to superiority approximately five years ago.

[reindeernewt]

#dont mess with the grief beard

[throughxthexscope]

I hope you have something of some value to say. Otherwise, this is going to be a big waste of both of our time.

[master-of-asphyxiation]

Leto glanced around the surroundings with a small smirk "I could still take a seat, there is the floor, however these old bones may have trouble." he teased, a small smirk curling onto his lips as he looked at the young wolf "Since you came to this city you have been an asset, patrolman, guard. Have we lost any slaves since you arrived? Have intruders slipped in to the city?"

The Beta smiled, and his shoulders rose and fell in a small shrug "I believe we are having trouble with our slaves. Unruly as they are, I would prefer to keep them locked and bound, but that is not my decission unfortunately." he sighed, and tilted his head to regard the wolf better. His Alpha had told him to do his job, to make Covaire a well running city, to whip it and its inhabitants in to shape and he intended to do just that.

"I want any slave found near the city limits without a master or mistress acompanying them, to be punished and I want their names." he explained and gave the younger wolf a quick smile "Any slave name you give me that is already on my list will be sent to the Alpha. Any escapee’s are a threat to this city, and this city will not fall. I presume we are both clear and agreed on this."

[throughxthexscope]

Aidric's face turned stern. "You're not old." Maybe his sense of humor was a hit or miss sometimes, but there were some things that he thought shouldn't be joked about. The Beta had many centuries to go before he could really be considered old -- in any sense of the word. "And I wouldn't have you sit on the ground." He would sooner fetch the Beta a chair, but that would require leaving his post.

The werewolf stood still as Leto spoke. He let a few moments pass by before he offered his superior a small, almost reluctant smile. He hadn't been in the city for that long. He most certainly tried to do his job. "No escapes or invasions to speak of," he finally said.

Doing his job just wasn't enough, though.

"I'll be sure to let you know immediately. I wouldn't sacrifice the city if it meant my life." And he meant that. Aidric had a lifetime of wrongs to right. He wouldn't rest until he saved more wolves than he'd killed. The number was high. It would be a challenge. And even then, he wasn't certain if he'd be satisfied.

[sheiswicked-deactivated20141219]

   Sutton gave a small shrug at his question. A shake of her head. “I couldn’t care less what you thought of me on that note.” She spoke honestly. “I was merely speaking freely, dear wolf.” The vampiress said with a soft expression upon dark features, tongue peeking out to dew full lips. A final brush of her thumb along the stubbled jawline before she brought her hand back to her side. “Why? Is that what you want to hear?”

[throughxthexscope]

Her thumb felt cold against his skin. Aidric hummed, an eyebrow raised in curiosity. "I don't want to hear what I want to hear," he said. And it was true. If this was here speaking freely, he'd rather listen to that. Aidric couldn't care less about his ego being stroked, and he didn't particularly enjoy transparent women who lived for the sake of pleasing a man. He enjoyed obedience, but not to the point where it jeopardized individuality.

"Are you a drinking woman?" He didn't want to abruptly end that conversation, but he did want to go somewhere else. "I'd take you to a bar, but my liquor cabinet is less seedy." Aidric watched her. "Unless you'd rather not. I'd like your name, at the very least."

[dc1235-deactivated20200819]

"I didn’t mean all wolves. I’ve seen some who are kinder than some humans." She spoke clearly, looking towards the male. He seemed nearly offended by her words; but she couldn’t really blame him. He was a werewolf too, after all. "But corruption and malice is an inter-species disease, I’m afraid. It affects humans just the same."

There were good humans and bad, good werewolves and bad, good vampires and bad. “I’ve not been a werewolf long.” She agreed, shrugging her shoulders, “And I can tell you that the transformation was probably the most painful thing that’s ever happened to me; something that you know. But it’s a punishment for me. By a werewolf who was truly cruel.” He’d taken her brother from her; her life. But Stassi stopped herself. She hadn’t really spoken about it since coming to Covaire, and she didn’t want to to a stranger.

"I’m really sorry for offending you, Sir. I didn’t mean to lump everyone up in the same category." She apologized, leaning back against the wall.

[throughxthexscope]

Aidric scoffed. "How long have you been a wolf compared to how long you have been in the Chateau?" He was assuming she had no idea how cruel and unjust humans could actually be. She was young and pretty. She would have had the fortune of being spared death if some hunters came after her. They all talked a big game, but even they fell for a pretty face every now and again. Aidric had never been that kind of a hunter, and neither had his comrades -- but many others were. In lieu of death, however, she would have been raped and beaten. Humans were worse than anything else that Aidric had ever seen.

He listened to her tale. Aidric was the kind of man who could hold an actual conversation without interrupting someone, listen to and hear their words, and speak his piece easily. Sniping his enemies had brought him that sort of patience. When she was finished, he tilted his chin up and regarded her carefully. "Get used to it. You'll realize that it's not a punishment or a curse, but a good thing."

Aidric waved off her apology. "The fuck do I care?" he asked. "You made a mistake. Semantics matter sometimes. Learn your lesson and don't do it again. Your apology means jack shit if you're just going to keep making the same dumb mistake over and over again."

[hazel-franco]

Both, never became a citizen came in a slave. So this has been my lovely home, me and the cells.

[throughxthexscope]

A pretty girl like you, not claimed even once? That's a sad thing.

[oldcharmer]

   Tell me what it is and we’ll find out.

[throughxthexscope]

A stiff drink and a carton of Marlboro reds.

[oldcharmer]

   Well, what are y’in the mood for then?

[throughxthexscope]

Are you going to be able to get it for me if I tell you?

[master-of-asphyxiation]

"And what makes you think someone like me cares if you are in the mood or not?" Leto gave a smirk and chuckled, his shoulder giving a light shrug.

“Relax, you have to enjoy life or there is really no point in living.”

[throughxthexscope]

"Well, a visit from the Beta himself." Aidric, stoic as ever, remained the epitome of professionalism. He was respectful, but not overly so. -- It was the Beta, not the Alpha. "I'll take your advice to heart, but I can't promise anything. I'd offer you a place to sit and a cup of coffee, but as you can see ..." He gestured to the air around him, pointing out the obvious lack of furniture and coffee pot in the outdoors. "What can I do for you?"

[ahellofheaven-deactivated201902]

That would be the gesture of marriage, and I’m sorry, sir. I don’t think I would want to marry someone who spends their time willingly in a place like this. [He licks his palm as he watches the other. Since he has no lubricant, he’ll have to make it himself to start off. He wraps his palm around the length of the werewolf’s cock, stroking upwards firmly as his thumb drags over the slit before his palm starts its descent downward. Killian’s free hand comes to lightly play with his ball sac, squeezing gently. He keeps his hand at the base before he brought his lips to the head of his cock. He found himself looking up at the master before his tongue swiped the head, lips enclosing around it shortly after. He started off slow, barely taking half the length down his throat.]

[throughxthexscope]

[Aidric chuckled -- a low rumble in his chest -- but he doesn't respond. He keeps his eyes on Killian, fingers running through his hair as encouragement. As the younger wolf looked up at him, Aidric smiled back. So far, he was pleased, and it showed. His head relaxed against the back of the sofa as Killian began taking him into his mouth. He groaned -- deep, slow, and lazy -- as his fingers began to tighten in Killian's hair. Aidric liked the build up. He could appreciate it when his partner decided to take their time.]

[throughxthexscope]

Whatever it is, I can almost guarantee you that I'm not in the mood for it.

[hazel-franco]

Oh I wanted to learn how to defend myself as well, knowing I wouldn’t have my brothers forever. Works in my favor all the time in here, defending myself from unwanted people. [She eyed him.] Hazel. Five years and counting. 

[throughxthexscope]

Five years and counting -- in the Chateau? Or just in Covaire?

[the-night-circus-christine]

And am I supposed to be scared about that? You shouldn’t judge a person. 

[throughxthexscope]

By all means, be afraid of whatever you want. Every action has consequences. I don't give a damn what you do one way or another.

[dc1235-deactivated20200819]

The baby wolf laughed from her cot, shaking her head at his question. “No, Sir. No. I was brought here because werewolves are cruel.” And that was about the best way to put it. The Beta who brought her here had been cruel. “I think I could have been more interesting had I known of my heritage thoroughly; instead of just books.” She shrugged her shoulders, “Devereux? Supposedly a long line. I think it’d have been interesting to know.”

"But I really didn’t mean me." He didn’t seem like the type to be very interested in an ex-professional dancer. "There are just some interesting people here in general, depending on what things catch your attention."

[throughxthexscope]

"Werewolves are cruel?" Aidric's lip twitched, mildly disappointed. "And what, exactly, makes us cruel?" They shared the same species; did she identify with the characteristic she had placed upon all wolves, as well? "Is it the fact that we hunt for our food, or are more in tune with nature than humans? Or is it because we're prone to fighting when we feel backed into a corner?

"I'm going to assume you haven't been a werewolf long, Devereux, so let me tell you that we always feel like we're backed into a corner. I'm an infant in comparison to most of the other men and women living in this city, and even I can tell you right now that being a beast trapped in a human's body isn't a pleasant feeling -- especially when the moon is waxing. And outside of this city, we run. Constantly. Because the cruel people are the ones who think we wolves are the bad guys. Trust me on that." He tapped one of the cell bars with his finger. "I know a great deal more about it than you do."

[hazel-franco]

Having brothers teach you how to defend yourself. My brothers wanted me to use one just in case. Slightly impressed, wow? Names Hazel.

[throughxthexscope]

No -- the desire to learn how to defend yourself teachers you how to defend yourself. I knew a remarkable girl once. Raised on her own. Learned how to fight off unsavory people in her life practically every day. It was amazing, really. I mean, she ended up dying, but everyone dies at least once. [He smiles at the girl, but it didn't reach his eyes.] I'm Aidric. How long have you been here?

[sheiswicked-deactivated20141219]

   ”Ah, well that goes without saying she wasn’t very skilled in her actions. It’s all about adaptation. Not sticking to one thing as you say she did individually. Some women are great beauties, but once fucked they can become hollow shells.” The matter of personal space was something Sutton didn’t care about much as she stepped close to the man, a manicured hand cupping the man’s cheek as her thumb brushed along the stubble of his jawline. “Don’t make the insult of underestimating a woman determined and I shan’t do the same with you, cher.”

[throughxthexscope]

Aidric stood tall, eyes following her as she stepped close. He preferred keeping his distance from people. He watched from a distance. He shot from a distance. If he could, he would live a great distance away from other people. But just as how he didn't reward her touch, he didn't punish her for it, either. "You can underestimate me all you want," he said. "So long as it doesn't bite you in the ass, you have nothing to be worried about." He gave her a wry smile. Others' opinions of him mattered very little. He had one goal in life, and it wasn't to impress this woman, or anyone else. "What do you want?" he asked. "For me to say that you aren't a 'hollow shell' like some other women out there?"

[lupusinsanus-deactivated2014121]

   No- I know. The master who rented me dismissed me later than I expected.

[throughxthexscope]

And they didn't take you back to the Chateau personally? What, are they fucking idiots, thinking slaves don't try to flee the city? You're too close to the city's borders. I'm giving you one warning to get back before I take it upon myself to send you back to your cell myself, and you won't like that.