as written by Script, Sentry, Ronin, SerinaBloom and EmperorJester
A guffaw of self righteous, amused laughter would explode once more, this time much closer. So close in fact, that the words were not carried on the ever increasingly foul winds, but right there, on the street. Within eye sight. Tall, beyond tall, bordering seven feet if not even more, with shoulders so broad it made the white duster he wore seem more a shroud of snow covering him head to toe. Dark haired and ivory skinned, with impossibly sharp features, and eyes so pale and blue they appeared to shimmer and glow. And that smile, that shark toothed smile, threatening to split a face with a mouth full of countless rows of almost needle-like fangs. And handsome. Otherworldly so. Almost as if the very air and ground he walked upon loved his touch, moaned his name.
And that name was Nox Caeruleum, Patriarch of the Novus Imperium autum Caer.
His name, his family name, was one steeped in Lutetian history, a name that inspired fear, a name that led a seventeen year war on the city, before being barely stopped by a feeble alliance of lesser creatures, betrayal, and mystical artifacts. The smile would explode in another bout of laughter, tears coming to his eyes. It would appear that the Lord of Nosferatu was out of breath, his enjoyment was so great. The words would roll out like honey over gravel, deep and rumbling, "Oh...Oh you pups...this is just too c-cute!" Another bout of hysterical giggles, "This attempt at combat is just so adorable! Oh, if only I'd known you creatures were capable of such comedy!"
Jason had been poised to stomp down on Rand's neck, ending the wildman once and for all, when Nox stepped into the warehouse. The booming voice, carrying with it a chill that was anything but natural, had the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. The hesitation gave Rand his chance to break free of the pin, and Jason didn't move to stop him.
The Scion stepped back, positioning himself to keep Rand in his line of sight but allow him to focus on the new arrival. All his instincts were pointing towards this man as the new biggest threat in the room, even as he snarled at the vampire's mockery.
His veins still pulsed with unnatural crimson, and the wound in his shoulder was already beginning to close - it was clear that the brief brawl had taken little out of him. And despite the dark aura projecting from Nox, he was far from cowed.
"The fuck are you supposed to be?" Jason sneered, giving the Caer a disdainful once over. "Gay bar having a cowboy night or something?"
It was safe to say that the young and markedly uneducated werewolf had absolutely no idea who he was talking to.
Rand gasped as he fought off the boot, rolling over to his side and breathing hard. A curious glow which had been building in his eyes dissipated slowly.
The alpha looked up at the Caer, brows knit, a quiet snarl building in his throat. Battered as he was, Rand's senses were still intact. He knew the sickly death-scent of a vampire. Bloodsuckers didn't leave the city often, but when they did, they were usually insane - mad from lack of food or sustenance or driven to brinks of insanity by their condition. Rand had unpleasant memories hunting them through the forest with his pack, trying to stop them before they did too much damage to the ecosystem. They were strong. Swift. Deadly.
This one. This one seemed so much worse.
Felix scurried real close to Jason. He didn't care for his cowardice: this monster before them was much, much more important to fear, than to act snobby in front of. He wasn't quite sure why he felt that, only that it felt unnatural. He almost winced as Jason spat insults at him.
This guy was going to get him killed!
Claude who had been about to attack Jason to prevent his assult on Rand now stopped, looking towards the new arrival. There was definitely a heavy, dark aura about him. Claude made his way quickly to Rand's side, not as an act of cowardice, but in a motion to prepare for defense. He had a feeling this person was more dangerous than their current opponents and with his alpha in a bad way Claude would need to be on his guard to protect.
"Oooooh, a sharp little tongue you have there, don't you pup?" Nox would reply, giving Jason a mocking little grin. Then, those pale blue eyes would pass over each of the mongrels in turn, slowly, taking them all in. After first impressions, the only one who seemed like they would be a decent amount of trouble to deal with was the one with the mouth. Of course it had to be that way.
"Now, I hope I'm not interrupting anything too important. I doubt I am, but its better to get that out of the way." The Caer Lord continued on his path towards the four, his heavily booted footsteps seeming to generate no noise, not even the slightest -tap- against the pavement. Steadily getting closer, and closer. "I actually do have a reason to bring myself to speak to your kind. I don't suppose any of you belong to influential packs now, would you?" Packs. The word had left his mouth like it was a cancerous thing, longing to be rid of it.
Reassured that Felix was close at hand, within easy reach to protect, Jason snorted at Nox's mockery. Though the tension in the air wasn't lost on him, his pride and ever-pervasive sense of invulnerability meant that he had no intention to show this vampire deference - even if he was exuding power.
Nah. He could take him. No bloodsucker was going to intimidate him.
"Call me pup all you want, princess. I'm not into daddy roleplay," he retorted with a smirk. "Give me one good reason why I should give your poncy ass anything other than a boot, much less answers to whatever stupid questions you have."
He brushed off his shoulder where Rand had bitten him with a dismissive glance. His shirt was torn, but the injury itself had healed, leaving him fighting fit if it came to it. Still, the fact that he hadn't already turned this situation violent was an unspoken mark of respect for the sense of strength he got from Nox. Even if it hadn't cowed him, it had at the very least given him pause.
Rand rose slowly and stifled a groan as a shockwave of pain thrummed through his body. The Garoux's healing factor was already working overtime to accomadate the beating he'd recieved, but he was far from well.
The alpha put up a hand to Claude as his comrade approached - a signal not to advance any further. He began backing away from the fight, Claude in tow. Whatever fight Jason was about to initiate, Rand didn't want to be a part of it. Not with a bloodsucker like this one.
"Stay close," he murmured. First chance they got, they were escaping.
Felix could have slapped Jason. No doubt, the werewolf was powerful, and there was little in Lutetia that could stop him, but that's what sent Felix on edge. Something about this vampire's confidence told him that he was one of those things.
He took a sidelong glance at the other two wolves, but never let Nox out of his field of view. He wasn't a good fighter. He couldn't go only go one-on-one with Bloodstone's weakest. If he didn't tread carefully here, he was dead.
Calude followed Rand closely, also not eager to fight the vampire that had wedge his way into the middle of their fight. This fight should have never happened to begin with. Instead they should have focused on their original goal. Claude tried to slip out with Rand and avoid the situation.
A guffaw of self righteous, amused laughter would explode once more, this time much closer. So close in fact, that the words were not carried on the ever increasingly foul winds, but right there, on the street. Within eye sight. Tall, beyond tall, bordering seven feet if not even more, with shoulders so broad it made the white duster he wore seem more a shroud of snow covering him head to toe. Dark haired and ivory skinned, with impossibly sharp features, and eyes so pale and blue they appeared to shimmer and glow. And that smile, that shark toothed smile, threatening to split a face with a mouth full of countless rows of almost needle-like fangs. And handsome. Otherworldly so. Almost as if the very air and ground he walked upon loved his touch, moaned his name.
And that name was Nox Caeruleum, Patriarch of the Novus Imperium autum Caer.
His name, his family name, was one steeped in Lutetian history, a name that inspired fear, a name that led a seventeen year war on the city, before being barely stopped by a feeble alliance of lesser creatures, betrayal, and mystical artifacts. The smile would explode in another bout of laughter, tears coming to his eyes. It would appear that the Lord of Nosferatu was out of breath, his enjoyment was so great. The words would roll out like honey over gravel, deep and rumbling, "Oh...Oh you pups...this is just too c-cute!" Another bout of hysterical giggles, "This attempt at combat is just so adorable! Oh, if only I'd known you creatures were capable of such comedy!"
Jason had been poised to stomp down on Rand's neck, ending the wildman once and for all, when Nox stepped into the warehouse. The booming voice, carrying with it a chill that was anything but natural, had the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. The hesitation gave Rand his chance to break free of the pin, and Jason didn't move to stop him.
The Scion stepped back, positioning himself to keep Rand in his line of sight but allow him to focus on the new arrival. All his instincts were pointing towards this man as the new biggest threat in the room, even as he snarled at the vampire's mockery.
His veins still pulsed with unnatural crimson, and the wound in his shoulder was already beginning to close - it was clear that the brief brawl had taken little out of him. And despite the dark aura projecting from Nox, he was far from cowed.
"The fuck are you supposed to be?" Jason sneered, giving the Caer a disdainful once over. "Gay bar having a cowboy night or something?"
It was safe to say that the young and markedly uneducated werewolf had absolutely no idea who he was talking to.
Rand gasped as he fought off the boot, rolling over to his side and breathing hard. A curious glow which had been building in his eyes dissipated slowly.
The alpha looked up at the Caer, brows knit, a quiet snarl building in his throat. Battered as he was, Rand's senses were still intact. He knew the sickly death-scent of a vampire. Bloodsuckers didn't leave the city often, but when they did, they were usually insane - mad from lack of food or sustenance or driven to brinks of insanity by their condition. Rand had unpleasant memories hunting them through the forest with his pack, trying to stop them before they did too much damage to the ecosystem. They were strong. Swift. Deadly.
This one. This one seemed so much worse.
Felix scurried real close to Jason. He didn't care for his cowardice: this monster before them was much, much more important to fear, than to act snobby in front of. He wasn't quite sure why he felt that, only that it felt unnatural. He almost winced as Jason spat insults at him.
This guy was going to get him killed!
Claude who had been about to attack Jason to prevent his assult on Rand now stopped, looking towards the new arrival. There was definitely a heavy, dark aura about him. Claude made his way quickly to Rand's side, not as an act of cowardice, but in a motion to prepare for defense. He had a feeling this person was more dangerous than their current opponents and with his alpha in a bad way Claude would need to be on his guard to protect.
"Oooooh, a sharp little tongue you have there, don't you pup?" Nox would reply, giving Jason a mocking little grin. Then, those pale blue eyes would pass over each of the mongrels in turn, slowly, taking them all in. After first impressions, the only one who seemed like they would be a decent amount of trouble to deal with was the one with the mouth. Of course it had to be that way.
"Now, I hope I'm not interrupting anything too important. I doubt I am, but its better to get that out of the way." The Caer Lord continued on his path towards the four, his heavily booted footsteps seeming to generate no noise, not even the slightest -tap- against the pavement. Steadily getting closer, and closer. "I actually do have a reason to bring myself to speak to your kind. I don't suppose any of you belong to influential packs now, would you?" Packs. The word had left his mouth like it was a cancerous thing, longing to be rid of it.
Reassured that Felix was close at hand, within easy reach to protect, Jason snorted at Nox's mockery. Though the tension in the air wasn't lost on him, his pride and ever-pervasive sense of invulnerability meant that he had no intention to show this vampire deference - even if he was exuding power.
Nah. He could take him. No bloodsucker was going to intimidate him.
"Call me pup all you want, princess. I'm not into daddy roleplay," he retorted with a smirk. "Give me one good reason why I should give your poncy ass anything other than a boot, much less answers to whatever stupid questions you have."
He brushed off his shoulder where Rand had bitten him with a dismissive glance. His shirt was torn, but the injury itself had healed, leaving him fighting fit if it came to it. Still, the fact that he hadn't already turned this situation violent was an unspoken mark of respect for the sense of strength he got from Nox. Even if it hadn't cowed him, it had at the very least given him pause.
Rand rose slowly and stifled a groan as a shockwave of pain thrummed through his body. The Garoux's healing factor was already working overtime to accomadate the beating he'd recieved, but he was far from well.
The alpha put up a hand to Claude as his comrade approached - a signal not to advance any further. He began backing away from the fight, Claude in tow. Whatever fight Jason was about to initiate, Rand didn't want to be a part of it. Not with a bloodsucker like this one.
"Stay close," he murmured. First chance they got, they were escaping.
Felix could have slapped Jason. No doubt, the werewolf was powerful, and there was little in Lutetia that could stop him, but that's what sent Felix on edge. Something about this vampire's confidence told him that he was one of those things.
He took a sidelong glance at the other two wolves, but never let Nox out of his field of view. He wasn't a good fighter. He couldn't go only go one-on-one with Bloodstone's weakest. If he didn't tread carefully here, he was dead.
Calude followed Rand closely, also not eager to fight the vampire that had wedge his way into the middle of their fight. This fight should have never happened to begin with. Instead they should have focused on their original goal. Claude tried to slip out with Rand and avoid the situation.