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Amaranthia
"You just couldn't resist sweeping me off my feet, now could you?" Amaranthia winked at the giant.

Mordechai
"It has always been my aim to please, you were searching, I created a solution. It was my pleasure."

Amaranthia
"You're quite good at that creating solutions. I'm fairly sure that you know the city better than I could ever hope to." She leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek "Thank you."

Mordechai
The killer paused, bent slightly as silken lips brushed across his stubbled cheek in a feathery caress, "You are most welcome" One massive arm curled protectively around the soft curves of the allurist in a gently hug, drawing her against the hard planes of his body before standing once more. "I doubt the service here will match the standards you have accustomed me to, but might I interest you in a drink while you are not in constant danger of being called to assist your employees?"

Amaranthia
Her smile then was genuine, as she leaned into the strength of his embrace, allowing herself to savor the pleasure of being so very close to him. His scent so familiar washed over her, and she felt herself relax, knowing without a doubt she was safe with him. "If it meant prolonging the time I get to spend in your presence, I would endure even the dark corridors of the sewers." She laughed at his remark, the sound not dissimilar to a chime peeling the air. Her gaze fell upon the piano, and the thought crossed her mind of another time, when she would have tarried at the keys in order to catch the eye notice of such a fine gentlemen. He would have enjoyed that era, she was sure.

Mordechai
"I have time this night to spend with you. Others are at this time hunting my recent project in tomkin. They will contain the spread." Shifting so that his hand wrapped her softly toned bicep his herterochromatic pupils stayd latched on to her silver orbs as he led her to a shadowed booth near the piano in the back. He had caught her glance, touched with a bit of longing, and with any luck, it would soon be time for the musicians to arrive. "I am unfamiliar with the qualities that determine a fine vintage, though I will research them," one eyebrow quirked upwards as he continued, "Which would bring you pleasure this eve?"

Amaranthia
Tomkin, she'd heard of the area in whispers and found herself lost there earlier this evening, trying to find the location of the wraith who would further her remembrance of the skills she once had but had lost. "I find a nice moscato blends well with necessity." She was unfamiliar really with the stance of Lancaster's on outward speaking of their nature. So many were concerned these days with social justice and human rights, she didn't wish to stir up a hornet's nest.

Mordechai
Mordechai inhaled softly drawing the soft floral scent of lavender deep within his lungs, letting the essence pervade throughout his consciousness. "It is wise to be cautious here, there have been rumors of rumors." His voice rumled from deep in his chest, but grew a velvet skin as it passed his lips. "Ever this was a place that catered overly to the humans, and my wraith found the proprietor deep within the complex where vampires were tortured to create a 'cure'. He was in league with many paladins when spotted." Turning his attention and raising a finger, the giant requested two moscato from a bpassing employee.

Amaranthia
Her eyes widen, her skin blanching as he explained, unconsciously moving closer to his side. Taking refuge in his size and the shelter it provided her comparatively diminutive frame. A small shudder moved through her as she leaned her forehead against the crook of his arm. "Sometimes I think I'm more human than they ever were..."

Mordechai
"I do not know that they ever were truly human. They are not a natural progression such as us. They are an abomination, warped by the runes carved into their flesh, burned into their souls. A new order has been seen within the city limits. they hide pretending to be hippie vegans, but their thoughts and actions are hideous, attacking without provocation on numerous instances" The feel of her drawing closer, pressin her generous curves to his side brough a heighten awareness of her femininity, of her allure, her magnetism. Heat grew as he shifted in an effort to provide her comfort as he looked down to her. "As of now though I believe most have moved on hunting elsewhere."

Amaranthia
She nodded in a very small gesture, attempting to control herself with such close proximity. Eyes rose to meet his own, "I have no doubt you had a great part in that." The allurist found herself...allured by this male, taken in, more awake and aware of every minute detail. Fingers rose to brush over the stubble upon his jawline. Damn her closeness to humanity, the fact by her very nature her chemistry betrayed the thoughts that ran through her head, the question of just how it would feel to touch his own flesh to hers.

Mordechai
Eyes drifted closed in response to the silken flow of the womans fingers across his chin as he absorbed the feeling. It had been ages since anyone had brought an emotion to the surface of the brobdingnabian killer other than focused determination with which he fulfilled his missions and protected those he called his. The sensation was calming, though it stirred other feelings deeper within. The woman beside him was an anomaly, the one person within this great city that had ever come straight up to him, reaching out to him, touching him, with neither fear nor aggression in her thoughts. A low rumble sounded deep in his chest, almost replicating the purr of a cat, if the cat was Khan, from the Kipling classic. "You are unique, madame Amaranthia"




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Amaranthia
She felt that low rumble against her "As are you, my dear Sir Mordechai." Watching as his eyes closed she took that as an indication that he permitted the touch, perhaps even welcomed it. "Careful, I might end up following you home..." Her words were whispered beneath her breath, unsure if she even said them allowed.

Mordechai
Preternatural hearing, enhabced by a lifetime of practice, picked up the whispered words. Every inflection, every nuance of the quiet statement was analyzed, referenced, and filed away deep within the steel trap of his mind. So many took a glancing look, and discounted the man as a mindless tank, an automaton, only created to cause death and mayhem. Not realizing what it was on the inside that planned, correlated, and processed the information , that led him into being one of the best at the crafts he excelled in. A soft flow of words floated out of his slightly parted lips, riding the wave of the purr, "That would be your choice to make" Straightening, Mordechai let his eyes slid open as he turned slightly. One hand raised slowly, the calloused thumb reaching out to trace the cupids bow curve of a plump lower lip. The piano started, with a slow smouldering song as a smile crossed his countenance. He gave a slight bow from his seated positioning as he let one leg move to the aile, "May I have this dance?"

Amaranthia
Oh, she was tempted to nip at that finger! She restrained herself, instead holding his gaze, her brows furrowed in question slightly at the smile, until he repositioned himself. The light fell into her eyes as she took his hand, "It would be the upmost honor for me to share this dance with you." That smouldering smile, it slayed her.




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Mordechai
The killer stood, one hand guiding her gracefully from booth. Looking about, he shook his head, "This atmosphere is stifling, not conducive." As the outer door was opened by the next incoming patron Mordechai swept the comparatively dimunitive allurist into his arms, an seemingly disappeared. The burst of speed took them out of the Redwood establishment, and deep into Gullsbourough. Halting behind the Necropolis, the killer almost reluctantly lowered Amaranthia to her feet, before starting to sway to the sounds of music drifting from behind the closed door. "Better"

Amaranthia
Magic always enthralled her, no matter who was wielding it. The very threads of reality it seemed curled and entwined within her like electricity, making her aware of each individual strand. As his arms wrapped around her, she too held him close, not quite releasing him as he lowered her to her feet. The allurist rested her head upon his chest, his height would not allow her to comfortably place them behind his neck as she might have done were she wearing higher heels. She made a mental note to get Leiren to help her shop for a pair that would be suitable yet not look ridiculously out of place with her frame. "Very much so...and safer." She didn't need to explain the anxiety that had arisen within her finding out the owner of the previous establishment had been experimenting upon her people. No, it was best left unsaid. As safe as she felt in his arms, she wished him at her side instead of defending her as much as possible. Her hands moved to his upper arms, to allow her to look up into the eyes of the killer. She could not help but wonder just what he saw, with eyes that had seen so much in such little time comparatively. For her, time had gone slowly, had developed inch by inch, where so much had happened in this age in what felt like mere ticks of the second hand.

Mordechai
His hands slid down over her shoulders cupping the swell of her torso, finger tips meeting as they crossed the ridge of her spine. Drawing her with him, he took a slow step back before stepping to the side, onr hand raising up until his fingers entwined with the soft flesh of her hand. A flick of his wrist spun her in an easy twirl before he lowered his arm to let her wind in to him. As she brushed close, the killer contuned to move, letting the beat of the music dictate his moves. No lessons had ever been taken, but the natural grace of an apex predator had always governed his movements, and indeed, what was a dance, but a hunt of a different sort? "Was Vadasz able to answer all of your queries?" The question floated on the air as the next step brought them both into a spiralling turn.

Amaranthia
As the killer's fingers entwined with her own, she gave him a gentle squeeze of encouragement with a smile. As she followed the twirl, she did indeed wind in to him, closing the distance between them she followed his lead. It fell into an easy rhythm for her, as natural as breathe was once. "He did indeed, now I can always find you." She winked "If'd I'd learn to actually use my celerity, instead of forgetting I've relearned it, you'd have to hunt me down far less. Though, perhaps I should start hiding and engage you in the distraction of hide and seek."

Mordechai
The closeness of the female produced a warmth that permeated Mordechais core. Everything was so novel and new. Drawing her in close as the music dimmed in volume on the ending notes Moredchai lowered his gaze watching her expressions intently. One finger brushed at an errant strand then stopped and caught at it, letting the silken tress slip slowly against his calloused digits, marveling at the texture. "You would wish to play with me?" A quzzical look accompanied the question as he mentaly wondered if she had any idea how many time he had tracked her across the city to ensure her safety.

Amaranthia
The allurist leaned into the killer's touch, "A great many games." She noticed his quizzical look after the words passed her lips, her gaze lowered "I do not wish to overstep any bounds."

Amaranthia
She immediately regretted having said the words, realizing that she might have said too much and caused him to assume she was playing mind games with him, rather than this back and forth they'd exchanged for so long now.

Mordechai
"I know of the game, I believe it is often played by the young. I have a baasic understanding of the rules but I am unsure of where boundries come into play, so there is little fear of you stepping over one." A smile grew as his eyes started to sparkle "I believe that I would enjoy playing this game with you."

Amaranthia
She felt the smile in his voice and raised her eyes once more, "It's a childish game, but there's often fun in such fancy free activities once in awhile. So tell me more about this Sunken Mansion I found you in the other night."

Mordechai
There are a few small towns out in the wilderness not far from the city. I have visited all that i can find, and to a degree they have given me pause." Consdering his words for a moment, he did not want to cause her anymore stress, that she already dealt with in yer position of a prominent entrepreneur. "" I do not know if it is the fae, or the sirens, but in these pockets of civilization, someone has created creatures of human mythology.. One has an infestation of creatures that loosely fit north mythology, but it is almost as if the creators of these creature had only a basic knowledge they appear as 3 women, with no variance. In another the creaturs do not match anything I know of, but already some of "our" troops are battling to push them back. The final place, Tomkin, is beset with a more southern set of creatures, wights, from Ireland, Liches from England past, and le Loup Garou, from your homeland. It is here that I and my associates have chosen to make our stand. Fighting the enemy, but freed of the polotics inherent in any larger government. The sunken cathederal seems to be the center of mass for the incursion, and as such, is where our efforts are concentrated.

Amaranthia
"Once again, saving the world as I know it. It seems to be your job, ever to be the champion, Mordechai." She smiled, at that remark, pushing past the grimace of hearing the Loup Garou had returned. "These are no trifling foes...have your efforts been fruitful?" Perhaps it was easier for her to talk strategies than to let her lips betray her innermost considerations of what she'd rather be doing with them. "I hadn't realized it was a Cathedral...it seemed merely an over-sized home. What are these creatures doing on holy ground...they shouldn't be there. It's one reason I re-purposed the cathedral I did for The Necropolis, it should have inherent protections against the fae."

Mordechai
The music began to grow as the next song began, a slower number this time. Letting his hands slide down her sides Mordechai let them wrap around her cupping the supple softness of her buttocks as he easily lifted her to eye level tucking her legs around his waist. A rumbling deep within his chest rolled with the timing, a counterpart to the music slipping from inside. Eyes slid closed as he stepped and twirled, massive muscles lithely answering the call as he twirled and swung in time to the tune, holding her soft curvaceous body against the hard planes of his chest. Her body balanced easily in his hands the weight no more than a feather to him as he opened his eyes to study her face. as one particularly sharp turn pressed her close, he lowered his head letting his lips caress the soft bee- stung pout of her lips. "I was raised to defend those that are weaker. I was trained as a protector. It is all that I know."




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Amaranthia
There was a soft gasp of surprise as he lifted her up, and she suddenly become very much aware of just how well defined his muscles were beneath such unassuming attire. She couldn't say she'd ever been carried through a dance, but there was a childlike glee in it. That deep dip nearly did her in, as she looked into his heterochromatic gaze pierced her. She felt the underlying tension building to a crescendo, matching the drive of the music, her heart raced in that moment as she felt his lips to her own. It was far too quick that he spoke, "You are so very much more than that..." She whispered, her voice somewhat softened as it caught in her throat. She leaned close in that next moment, pressing her lips to his to return that kiss he'd so delicately gifted her. Lingering, she felt the tension that had been building for months, finally acknowledged and expressed. "I suppose that answers my question of boundaries..." she whispered.

Mordechai
As her lips pressed to his, and her words caressed his ears, his low voice vibrated against the softness of her mouth, "The only boundry, is loyalty" One hand slid higher cupping her neck momentarily as he pressed firmer against her, his tongue lightly tracing the seam of her lips before drawing back. As the song ended the male slowly loosened his grip, setting the allurist back to her own feet, with a slow, delicious frisson of her supple body sliding against his. As her balsnce was regained, Mordechai gave her one more twirl, then lowered her into a dip, tracing his lips down the swan like expanse of her throat as she extended, a trail of kisses ending at the base. Drawing her upright, his eyes glinted in the moonlight. "Thank you for this moment in time, to relax, and enjoy the eve with such a delightful companion"

Amaranthia
A thrill chased through her, igniting what felt like every nerve of her delicate frame. Lids fell over her eyes, as she allowed herself to savor the moment. "Loyalty has never been a problem for me...Thank you for watching over me, for being my dark knight, and reminding me what it is to be alive." She leaned up on her tippy toes to brush her lips across his once more, in the lightest whisper of a kiss. She settled herself against his frame, the firmness of his form, the strength in his being, allowing it to envelope her. There would be no way she could protect him the way he did her, it wasn't in her nature, but there were other ways she could provide for him, comfort him, and nurse the wounds and battle weary muscles that ached for comfort after his work was finished for the night.

Mordechai
Reaching for the door, the killer opened it, extending a hand to usher her in. It was the back entrance, but she was always in the public eye when here at the Necro, so a quiet moment of privacy was well deserved. "I hope I was not to forward, your scent is intoxicating, your... essence... calls to me." He paused watching her countenance closely as he spoke watching for a negative reaction to the addition he had given to the dance. "Some day perhaps, you might enlighten me with the steps of the dances you knew in your youth? they seemed most graceful, when I have seen them performed. It would please me to see your grace exhibited"

Amaranthia
Amaranthia shook her head gently, "Not too forward at all, in fact I worried I had been too forward kissing your cheek. You gave me a priceless gift, the gift of honesty." She reached back, and gently squeezed his hand reassuringly. "I would love to, it's been so very long but I am sure it would come back to me. The minuet is particularly enjoyable. I propose we make an exchange, you teach me how to better protect myself, which would I feel quiet some of your concerns, and I'll teach you the gentile arts?" She parted the curtain into the dim of the club, that mask of the Mistress of the establishment slipping into place as she did so, concealing the naked honesty she'd offered him before.




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Mordechai
The killer straightened to his full height as his shoulders spread. Years of training in the numerous ways in which to kill a human had caused him to read an endless supply of books, and attended seminar after seminar on human anatomy, and the numerous ways to use a humans body against them , ways to kill or incapacitatew, with little to no energy expenditure. Steping to allo Amara to lead by one half a pace, Mordechai placed one hand on the small of her back, ushering her out into the main room, a Queen entering the throne room of her realm. The hand on her back slid downwards slightly, though still observing polite decorum, allowing one finger to rest at the base of her spine in the hollow formed by the heart shaped swell of firm buttocks. Beneath the finger... beneath the skin... reside a ball or extremely sensitive nerve endings. A sharp blow, striking these nerves, would instill temporary paralysis. The legs going dead, the person falling to the ground, with a scream of pain. The killers finger began a slow circular massage deep within that valley as the stepped forward. Mordechai had learnned all those years ago, that an entirely different message was sent coursing through the lower part of a humans body when that same nerve center,

Mordechai
received a less violent kind of stimulation. "Come, your court awaits you" A smile lent a gleam to his eyes as he half bowed, presenting her to the room.

Amaranthia
Had it been the touch of anyone else, a quick thrill of almost panic would have pulsed through the woman, as she felt his hand rest upon that nerve center, knowing just how vulnerable she really was. She'd never been a fighter, it didn't come easily to her though she knew the day would come that she would need to change that. She knew if she requested it of him, he would teach her, he would harden her. She paused at the though, thinking of other things hardening. "Lucky then, that I'm accompanied by my knight, no?" She glanced back to throw him a smile to match the gleam in his own eyes. Telepathically she reached out to his mind, whispering to him where only he could hear. "Careful to consider the consequences my dear one. You might just open a gate you cannot close quite so easily." Her second form was the black widow for a reason after all.

Mordechai
Her smile lit her face, and touched a place deep with in him. A dark place, quiet, emotionless. A place of power. The place that he drew his power from, his essence. As was often his way, his eyes were continuously scan the room, his head on a swivel as he classified the threat level of every occupant in the room. It was a compulsive tic almost, but it had saven himself and others too many times to count. Heading towards her normal spot, near the front door the place she routinely greeted her patrons, he chose his customeary silence, increasing the pressure slightly to send another bolt firing through her synapses to the apex of her slender thighs. He smiled down at her.

Amaranthia
She turned then to face him, pressing her curves against the planes of his form. Her brow raised in challenge, the fingers of her left hand caressed his jawline while those belonging to the right curled his ponytail, gripping it tightly as she pulled back on it, her nails teasing the hollow of the nape of his neck. "I'd like to propose a deal...I teach you the old dances, and you teach me another type of old dance...how to fight."




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Mordechai
As soft female curves flattened themselves against his side Mordechai felt a long lost charge of energy trickling through his body. As he looked down into the allurist's face framed in in Dark, amost ravenesque waves, the killer cocked a matching eyebrow at her words. before replying with a simple "Yes". His head raised, once more scanning the room for threats, before once more locking his eyes onto the countenance of the elder. "I will teach you, for I fear I may soon find my services required to the north once more.

Amaranthia
Her brow furrowed as he scanned the room for threats, perhaps her security wasn't tight enough here. She had considered it more than adequate but perhaps she needed to hire additional staff. "I would feel better about you offering your...assistance..." she nearly choked on the word, amusement in her voice "if I knew you were not wasting your attention being concerned for my safety and well being." Perhaps it wasn't traditional pillow talk, and most certainly not the most alluring of discussions, but she knew she could be real with him, and he would trust her with the same.

Mordechai
I am uncomfortable with the present status of... the policies of the human governments, and the puppet. Hebigumo is out of control, and I fear repercussions, now that the fools have had their way, outting us. Humans kill what they fear".

Mordechai
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Amaranthia
She shuddered against him, unable to hold the visceral fear within, he knew how much she feared being trapped where she once was. He knew how much she feared just what would happen when the humans decided to destroy all of her kind once again. The illness which took her, it battled within her psyche, it called to her, and whispered threatening words meant for her ears alone. "Aye...that they do." It was all the words she could force from her lips, unable to truly comprehend just why the young ones had so resolutely decided to destroy themselves by abandoning the Old Codes.

Mordechai
The killer felt the shudder from within her pass to him. They had talked, she had told him some of the stories, some of her life from, before. He felt the inarticulate fear, and lowered his arm to wrap her in security. "Amaranthia, I will not allowed that to happen again. It is why I am constantly questing to end the threats to our kind." The need to comfort, was strange to him, but he lowered his head, lips lighty bussing the silken tresses at the crown of her head. "I will teach you, and I am always, always, just a call away. I will find you"

Amaranthia
That blanket of security, warmed the chill of anxiety within her. Within his arms, she felt a safety she hadn't felt in many many years. "I know..." She leaned into that kiss, almost burrowing her head against the strength of his chest, as the grip of her fingers on his shirt loosened with the easing of her concerns. She didn't need to clarify to which statement she was replying for both were true and applicable. She knew he was questing to end the threats to their kind, and bring back the harmony which had settled upon the city upon her first return, before the...others...had messed things up so royally. She also knew that he would always be able to find her, even when she wished not to be found. He'd shown himself to do so many times over the years they had been acquainted. The bugger had a way of weasling himself into her subconscious and finding her whens he hid in those little recess of her mind, surely he could find her in any corner of the city.

Amaranthia
"Thank you." The allurist whispered, her onyx orbs gazing into his own, there were very very few she allowed herself to appear so honestly genuinely vulnerable to, especially these days.




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Mordechai
A smile lit his eyes, "Your court awaits you, Queen Amara, but if you get a break, I would enjoy your company at the booth you showed to me" Stepping back he let his fingers trail lightly from her as he drew away, Or if your retainers can handle it on their own this night, I would escort you to the booth myself." A wink flickered the single cyan orb "I promise to not bore you with the stories of the benfits of the varying mettalurgical processes of blade construction"

Amaranthia
Her laughter broke the chill of the air, as the memory of the courts played in her mind. The Queen of Clubs had been her given title, though debate had been had whether she should really have been Queen of Hearts, for so often did she claim the hearts of those who knew her. However, the business woman had won out, especially given the betrayals she had once more suffered at that time and in those ventures her heart had grown cold and iced over. "I'm certain that's what I pay them for, is it not?" That brow rose, along with the smirk of her lips. He knew somehow, intrinsically, how to bring her confidence back to light, to allow her to once more take claim upon the mantle that was hers, and the businesswoman facade she so carefully crafted to shield the gentle nature within. "I'm unsure I'm quite prepared to forge a blade, though I did once commission a bladesmith craftsman to master me one."

Mordechai
His hand once more slid to her back as he straightened to his full height and his visage darkened, his killers aura bleeding out into the air around him. A channel opend through the crowd, as humans and vampires alike parted to let them through. As they walked, once more his finger slid to rest in that heart shaped hollow riding the crest of her shapely derriere. Remembering her implied...threat... was it, the tip of that digit apply growing pressure in a massaging circle as he let her between her adoring sycophants. When they reached the booth, the killer waited as she entered, before sliding in beside her. The length of his thigh reassuringly pressed along the delicious curve of her more feminine attribute as he slid a parcel from within his duster, and carefully placed on the table before her, turning so that his shoulders blocked the view of any whose interst was stronger than was healthy for them

Amaranthia
She knew he was doing it deliberately and though she enjoyed it immensely she wasn't going to let him win so easily. "Now I've gone and gotten myself trapped with a killer...maybe I do need protection." She winked at him, leaning up to place a kiss to his cheek. Muttering a few words beneath her breath she drew a circle that would further obscure the view of any who might not be intimidated by the impressive size of the man beside her. For that's what he was, at the base of it all. He felt himself a monster, but he was really just a man. A good man at that, and this was precisely what had first drawn her to him after that mistaken identity moment. She examined the package carefully, weighing it in her hands "Well speak of the devil and he shall appear, nothing lacking." She could see the expert craftsmanship, the care put into it, the blood, sweat, and time it took to fashion such a blade. "I see you within this...it's beautiful."

Mordechai
"I will teach you its use. You will learn its personality, and it will serve you well" Mordechai grew silent for a moment as his mind ran through the last few meetings he had attended to here, and some of the unintended consequenses. He had found the humans who attacked her in Focault, and they had paid, paid with their souls, they now answered to him. He had once more felt the stirrings of emotion, though they seldom stuck, but the beauty of the woman beside him, that stayed with him in an endless loop accompanied by the gentle tones of her voice. The softly accent tones repeating soft words as he rested in the chasms of the labyrinth, a subtle company to prevent his total loss to solitude.

Amaranthia
"Tell me more about the personality of a blade, I suppose I hadn't thought to ever consider an item as an individual..." She furrowed her brow, she enjoyed listening to him talk about the things he was passionate about. Yes, perhaps she didn't completely understand what it was he was speaking of, but what mattered more was his passion for it, and the company she was spending that time with.

Mordechai
"That one, she feels like a female. She is slender, and balanced, with just the slightest of curves, unlike her weilder"Eyes drifted downward, before rising with a wink "As you get to use her, to know her, you will find her flexible, but with a core of iron, she will never let you down, and has a sharp tongue with which to lash any that would do you harm*

Amaranthia
She would have pinked, had her features still flowed with red blood, "There's certainly nothing slight about her maker..." she quipped back, taking an appreciative gaze over his own form. Fingers reluctantly left his arm as she took it into her hands, balancing it across them as she'd been taught in a time that now felt like a dream eons past. Turning it over, she admired the long lines of the metal, the gleam with which it reflected the low lights of her club. "Sounds a lot like you."

Amaranthia
Once more she met his gaze, "Thank you." Her expression honest and without the guile she held for her patrons.




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Mordechai
He tipped his head slightly in acknowledgement of the veiled compliment as she studied the sword before raising her eyes to his. The killer was accustomed to these interactions, and to occasionally reach out the Necropolis wifi to access assorted copies of Emily Post’s publication, is mind functioning at the speed of light transferring packets back and forth through the spider webs of the internet. “I wish to thank you for accompanying me, this eve, even if it was to the wrong side of the tracks to that dive in Redwood.”He paused accessing again, before silently breaking the link. These things that were written, were not relevant, not in this age nor were the true for her age. Raising one hand of hers with a delicate gentleness, he lowered his lips to the back, letting his tongue swirl a small circle as his fangs gently scraped the silken skin of the elder allurist. Dipping his head he looked up through heavy lashes, your taste is exquisite”

Amaranthia

Reaching out with her mind she assessed the far away look in his eyes, she noticed it before with Tristan when he was using the internet to search for some pertinent information as he had been trying to teach her the ways of the new world. The remark of being on the wrong side of the tracks, was lost on her, having been deep within the shadow realm at the time the phrase had come about. She tilted her head ever so slightly to the side “Were you hunting someone? Or something?” They were the only tracks that made sense to her, it certainly couldn’t be the tracks that she had seen left on the bodies of corpses of those who had imbibed in too much drug use. She’d learned from Leiren that the marks of the needle upon their flesh were called track marks. A sharp intake of breath, as she felt his tongue then fangs upon the soft sensitive skin of her hand. Her fingers curled around his own digits, squeezing them gently to regain her composure. The only sign of her doing so. She turned her hand, to cup his jawline, gently caressing it with the lightest of touches to turn up his head so she could claim a kiss. Telepathically she reached out in a voice not unlike a caress of another sort she whispered “And yours is intoxicating…” Her fingers entwined within his wavy lochs of hair, the subtlest of touches against the nape of his neck.

Mordechai

The gently caress of her voice sliding through his thoughts held his attention as her fingers drew his stubbled chin to her. The outside world seemed to dim uncharacteristically as his attention narrowed the woman before him becoming the sole focus of the solitary male. Once more, the second time this night, and perhaps the second time ever, a low growling purr erupted from deep in his chest as his mouth absorbed the silken caress of her cupid’s bow lips. The killer had sensed her essence flowing around them to wrap the booth in slippery shadows preventing the casual observer for interfering with there eve, and used that knowledge now as one hand slid across the small of her back before rising to her shoulder blades, holding her in place. The other hand caressed her jaw before lowering to encompass the span of her swanlike throat. Not wanting to break the contact of their joined lips, he let his own mind drift within hers as his tongue danced the seam of her mouth. “I am always hunting madam, it is my purpose. My reason for being, to protect from harm those who have not the power to protect themselves. There are many sayings revolving the same theme south of our border, but the one binding thought, is that freedom and safety carry a steep price tag. I pay that price, endure the pain, so that others may enjoy things such as the beauty of your club.”

Amaranthia

Always hunting. That was a turn of phrase she’d heard many times, many moons ago. It wouldn’t do to dwell on the past, especially when the future and present were such a gift to her now. If ever there was a time she was tempted to turn Necurat, it was now. She wanted to taste him, to know if he tasted as good as he smelled to her. Then again there were other ways to sample. Amaranthia nipped at his lower lip, before breaking contact. “Well let us hope you soon find another reason for being, than just to hunt. I’d hate to take you away from your purpose after all. But I will admit to being a jealous mistress.” Her lipped curled upward in a playful smirk. Fingers closed around her glass, the cool of the condensation upon the glass giving her a slight relief and the chance to collect herself. Taking a deep draught from her glass, she felt the blood course through her veins, replenishing the energy spent and empowering her. Placing the glass back on their table, Amara took the opportunity to place her now chilled fingers against his skin, trailing it with a caress down his jawline, then throat, pausing to trace her nail down his Adam’s apple. “Though I do enjoy the hunt myself…you mustn’t tell a soul.” She winked, and blew him a kiss.

Mordechai

The heady scent of lavender had enthralled him nearly as much as the fearlessness with which the woman invaded his space… and touched him. The scent had become stronger when he had let his hand ride her back, sending tingling bursts of electricity through her lower torso, and then again when his fangs had gently caressed the silken ivory of her hand. Was it just her natural pheromones or was it something more, something deeper, darker. He took in her words as she pulled away with a last tug on his lower lip, a tug that focused his eye on the plump full lip facing him, slowly moving as she drawled out the words, jealous, hunt, mistress… The words soaked in as his eyes stayed locked onto their target, the eyes of a sniper, that could lay at ease for hours as the scope traced the patterns in the air of a target moving through space until time, wind, and distance coincided for the smooth caressing stroke of his finger across the trigger. Absently he wondered how many triggers this woman, Amaranthia, had, and how it would feel to let his finger caressingly stroke them. Finally time, wind, and distance coincided and the sniper struck. One hand crested her shoulders, loosely fisting in the dark silky tresses to freeze the target into place as his other cupped her cheek.

Mordechai
His head dropped to hers, eyes never wavering as he inhaled drawing the at plump lower lip from its pouty moue into his mouth. Teeth scraped across it as it entered before a single needle like fang punctured. The smell might have been lavender, but the taste was heaven. Sucking lightly he drew still more of her essence into his mouth, slipping and sliding over the taste buds of his mouth before raising his head. Eyes once more locked to hers, the killer eschewed the verbal, for the intimacy of mindspeak, his words flowing with the gentle caress of a butterfly's wings as they brushed a cheek. “You… are an exquisite creature, Amaranthia. I will not spill the secrets of your need to hunt.” A single scarlet droplet welled up on her lower lip as he once more leaned in, this time slowly, giving her time to avoid him, even though his hand was still filled with a bounty of her dark tresses. Slower yet, his tongue slid out, confidently tracing the outline of her moue before dipping to the scarlet drop as gentle as a hummingbird sipping nectar. “One day, I would taste you, when we have more than a blanket of shadows to separate us from those that linger.” He whispered as his tongue flicked up the drop.

Amaranthia
A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt the his fang penetrate the swollen flesh of her lip. The allurist released herself to the power of the powerful chemical compound that swept through her, an innocuous cocktail of dopamine and oxytocin sweeping through every vein with the sensation like lightning seeking grounding. She could not help but smirk at his reply, a soft chuckle caught in her throat. She couldn’t quite wrap her head around the fact that he was very clearly not a necrautist, but he was able to partake without becoming so. Perhaps it had to do with the cure that had been whispered about,though she never trusted it enough to test it out herself. Instead, the Allurist felt it was far too strong a risk to be once more trapped within the Shadow Realm, or perhaps somewhere even worse. The isolation had nearly driven her mad, and she simply couldn’t risk it. She shivered at his next words, claiming his mouth with her kiss once more. “Tread carefully, dear one, lest you find you find yourself the one entrapped rather than the hunter.” Those last words were whispered behind his ear, as fingers entwined within his hair, and guided his chin to expose his throat, her own fangs lightly pressed against the taunt skin. Her free hand, traced small patterns upon the length of his thigh.

Mordechai
Although no noise slipped from his lips, his mind gave a mental sigh of content. She tasted sweet, so sweet… her lifeblood flowed through his body lighting his nerves on fire with a heat he had yet to experience. The power of an elder, encapsulated in just a drop or two of blood, was intoxicating to the comparatively young killer. His whole being was energized, a tingle reaching from his toes to his hair follicles. The massive male stiffened as fingers wrapped in his hair, exposing his neck in a subbmisve pose. His mind fought instinct as he silently struggled with the exposure of his throat to a predator, and his ingrained instinct to remove the perceived threat. The feeling of her fingers was in direct contrast to the threat of her fangs skimming across the surface or one of his most vulnerable points. The whispered words processed as a threat, but the mellifluous voice that delivered it in a tone octaves lower than her normal voice send a second surge of lightning through the nodes of his nervous system, and against all instinct he tipped his head a fraction farther. “The hunter is often the hunted, it is the way of the wilds. It does not change the thrill of the chase”.

Amaranthia
It was half the woman’s expectation that she would find herself pinned to the booth, unable to move with fangs having torn out her throat, after that little choice. It was a risk, and it had paid off telling her exactly where she stood with this man. He might be a killer, towering over her comparatively diminutive height, stronger than her in nearly every physical sense of the word, but she’d found a soft spot and she intended to stay there. Tongue snaked between her fangs to taste his flesh as eyes drifted closed. “And in that chase, that is where you find the core of the allurist…” the words were spoken absently, perhaps not meant even to be spoken aloud but rather the honest confession of one who offered herself vulnerable when she knew he could send her back to her fears without a moment’s hesitation should he so choose. Fingers relaxed, and she nipped at the flesh, still not daring to break it for fear of the consequences of traditions years engraved upon her mind. She could bite though, she had that much control at least. Fangs pressed against the flesh, held to the precipice of penetration, before being replaced with a kiss. “Yes, certainly more than a mere blanket of shadows....” Perhaps she should have taken him downstairs before settling in the booth she’d come to think of as “theirs”.

Mordechai:
Black and white. Black and white. Life was so much simpler to maintain balance when things were black and white. So easy. There was no need for gray, no need for color in the world in which he lived, there was tight and wrong, hunter and prey. Black and white. Emotions added gray. Emotions added color. The lack of emotion is what kept the killer floating the stormy seas of life on an even keel. There was no question of what was expected, or what was required. But damnable allurists had emotions in spades, so much so that often they seemed to bleed out into those around them. Looking into the molten silver orbs before, the killer watched them drift shut as the feathered touch of silken lips replaced the threat of razored fangs at his throat Mordechai sensed the first hint of color. Her whispered words held promises unspoken of delicacies and decadence unseen. The killer slowly drew back as his mind wandered over the implied rewards, emotionless did not mean immune to society’s accept norms, and he would not disrespect this allurist by searching out her ‘core’ in the center of her own now crowded establishment. “Perhaps, now would be an appropriate time to begin the lessons of dance”

Amaranthia:
She nodded, her throat unwilling to produce a verbal reply at that very moment. Swallowing hard she took a deep drink of her refreshment. Fingers rested gently upon the offered crook of his arm, and she rose to his side. “I must warn you though...most dances of my era were quiet social. As it would not have been proper to be seen dancing with the same gentleman for far too long in one given night. It would cause rumors. We shall start with the Minute.” As she started turning her mind to the dancing instructions of her youth, she remembered her own dance instructors. Matrons who had perfected the steps in order to rise further to the top, there were few other ways for a woman to move up in society without having been born of noble parentage. Anyone could attend a dance, if dressed the part, and it was there she first caught his, the prince and later the King’s eye. “FIrst we face one another, and bow or curtsy. I’m sure you’ve seen it on your television shows. Then I move to your side, and take your arm, like so.” She placed her hand in the crook of his arm. “We walk in step through the line of other couples, and rejoin the line at the end until each couple has moved through the circle...showing off their gowns and gallantry.” She winked at him. “Once all have done so, and are facing their partner once more, then we begin the minuet step. You must first step forward with your right foot, then tap the left toe behind you as you plie…” She caught herself, picturing his face instead of the Prince’s at that fateful dance, and found herself far more than pleased with the idea. “To plie is to bend the knee, in a sort of bow. Then step forward with the left, and step forward with your right foot. Then we step forward with our left again, then tap again with the right in a second plie. Then repeat.” As she spoke she gently guided him, through her fingers upon the crease of his arm. “It’s very simple really, when in a large gathering, you follow the couples about you, and it comes to with practice.

Mordechai:
The killer listened silently to her words, absorbing each soft spoken warning. He was not a social creature neither by nature, or nurture. After his turning, the male had become even more reclusive, and secluded. Shunned by humans, and his own alike Mordechai had stayed in the shadows honing his skills to a razor’s edge. The diminutive woman beside him was the first to actively try to meet him, to step into his space, touch him, know him… that had not befriended him in long drawn out processes to ensure compatibility. From the moment their eyes had first locked, Amaranthia had seemed to be on a mission to break inside the protective mental shell the killer wore like a set of plate mail armor. The distant look in her silvery eyes enlightened him that the woman had drawn her focus inwards, remembering the distant past. For a moment he considered slipping inside her delicate beautiful mind to ride the waves of memory, and see the events of the past as she had lived them. The intrusion would be intimate, and he was not the kind to use his powers to gain unfair advantage when the reward of the endeavor was less than life threatening. Instead he opened a neural pathway to the internet, enrolling in the youtube university dance college. Focusing closely on the soft words he adjusted the speeds of the vids to match nodding softly as a plie danced in his mind as he nodded to her words. Reaching the dancefloor he twirled to face her, extending one long leg before him as his stetson was swept from the mass of unruly locks it guarded, and was used in the completion of the bow “Madame, may i be granted the privilege of your hand?”

Amaranthia
A bright smile, carried even perhaps the most by her eyes lit her face, along with a light laugh not unlike chimes in the spring breeze. “I think I’d be closer to your height without that hat.” She teased him and placed her hand in his own, replying with her own curtsey “It has been perhaps five of your lifetimes since I have done this, accompanied.” Even upon his return, Mircea hadn’t truly danced with her, instead everything had been wrapped up with Habren, the witch woman who had poisoned his mind. “Do remember, despite my age, I am quite sure you are stronger than me, and should you get swept away, I’m not sure I could hold to the ground.” A wink was cast in his direction. The Allurist knew very well that the gentleman would never place her in harm, he was much too afraid of causing a frown upon her lips than to allow himself to get swept away, however, she also knew humor was a chink, albeit small, in his armored shell. It was a way to reach him, in a way the world so often would not. “I’ll extend the same and promise not to skewer you with my beautiful gift.” She knew the look in his eyes, knew he was searching the internet, Tristan had done the same so very often, and so she did not worry her short instructions had been inadequate for him to follow.

Mordechai:
His eyes drank in the deliberate movements of the ancient before him. Her natural grace was more than a match for any hesitance she felt from the centuries long hiatus between learning and teaching the steps that he now determinedly trace out across the floor. The movements were slow, stately, almost solemnly graceful, the pas menus were extremely abbreviated by the length of the killer’s legs, but the natural agility he exhibited on the hunt shone through, and he moved easily in time with Amaranthia. A casual observer may have thought they had stumbled into a filming for Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom. There was no Marlin Perkins or Jim Fowler lurking nearby, but the tableau presented closely resembled a wild panther’s controlled freeze frame stalking of a yearling fawn. “I look forward to teaching you the dance of the sword”

Amaranthia:
Lightning quick, Amaranthia caught his fingers and reeled the killer against her own form, the softest breath of a caress down his cheek and along his jawline a moment so brief if you blinked you might have missed it, and she was standing once more at a respectable distance from the giant. There was something primal in their dance, something held at bay purely by the structure of the dance steps themselves. Something just behind her navel danced and coiled, stirring images within her mind’s eye that she’d blush to express aloud. Her hand rested upon his chest, the steps pushed aside as other thoughts danced behind those orbs of silver hue, a storm of emotions brewing within their depths. “As do I, I can only imagine just what kind of penetration that sword of yours gets when wielded so masterfully.” The teasing tone of her words, matched the sly grin upon those precious petal lips of crimson. “If it matches up to your mastery of dance...I can only imagine.”