05-02-2016, 09:19 PM
Ramses was absolutely livid. His powerbase had been shook by one of the lowest of his flock, and adding insult to injury, it was in front of many of his flock. Violet smiled inwardly, as there was no doubt in her mind that they were all now fully aware of what they faced when they would eventually challenge her, if any dared to do so after that display of power.
“Stand with me, Violet, where you belong,” Nathaniel’s deep, gravelly voice cut through her thoughts. The sound that once sent her skin alight with goosebumps now only burned in revulsion. She rolled her eyes upwards, her frown deepening. Although her mind rebelled against following his commands, she didn’t have much choice in the matter. His command was her compulsion. Wordlessly, she stood, her foot slipping in the congealing blood beneath her, but a strong hand on her upper arm steadied her. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of an acknowledgement.
The lavishly dressed Ramses approached them, stepping deftly over the blood and gore spread before his chaotic dining area. His fury was a tangible thing that swept through the room, rolling over her in scalding waves. She could feel the dozens of sets of eyes on them, searing into her back with their intensity. The clamorous chatter that filled the curtained space ceased, silenced by their master’s presence.
His face seemed to transform from the mask of pure rage into something scarily calm and collected within a matter of seconds. There was a fight going on inside his head, something terribly fierce that struggled against what the rest of him wanted to feel in that moment. The energy that poured off of him struck her in warm waves; anger always tended to be warm or very hot, depending on the intensity. As someone who could manipulate energy and have it manifest with her emotions, she was well aware of the implications of saying the wrong thing and having all that heat pour over her in a blistering torrent. She chose silence in that moment as he approached.
“I know the rules of this game we play,” Ramses began, his eyes trained upon her. A finely preened hand reached out and cupped her chin, so delicate, yet the power within him pulsed just beneath the skin. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Everything within me wants to kill you where you stand.” She wanted to squirm under that intense gaze, but concentrated on staying as still as possible. He was a snake, ready to pounce at the slightest motion, and she totally didn’t feel like being bait today.
“Doing so would go back on our agreement, Ramses,” Nathaniel pointed out. If he was afraid of this powerful creature, he didn’t show it. Nathaniel had one of the best poker faces of all, and it was almost refreshing to see that that particular feature didn’t change.
“I am well aware of that, Nathaniel.”
“Then by the rules, everything that was Irma’s is now rightfully Violet’s,” Nathaniel said. “Ranks, belongings, all of it.”
Ramses nodded, releasing her chin, but his gaze still locked on the woman before him. “Correct. Everything is now hers, and she is free to take it with her when you leave, but there are some duties that she will now be responsible for now that our Irma is…disposed of.”
She squirmed. It was impossible not to, his scrutiny was just too intense. His choice of words held so much weight that she couldn’t help but wonder what he really meant. As with many things here, she noticed that sometimes what was said was never straight forward; there was so many other implications. It was a custom that was not unique to this place, but still drove her nuts nonetheless.
“What do you mean by that?” Violet was tired of playing these games. She just wanted to know what the fuck was going on. So what if she was technically not supposed to question her master? Brave soul, she was.
Ramses looked at her as if she’d sprouted a new head. The audacity to question him showed clearly in the burning depths of his crystalline eyes. Nathaniel nudged her in warning. “What he means is that everything that Irma was responsible for is now yours.”
“And just what would that be?”
Ramses crooked a smirk at her, that angry glimmer replaced by something else, something far more sinister. “Meet me here after dinner tomorrow night, and I shall have all the answers you need.”
“She’ll be here,” Nathaniel grabbed her arm and pulled her to him, her brief struggle quelled by a firm squeeze. “For now, I need to take my charge and get her settled into her new home.”
Flicking his wrist, Ramses waved them off.
“Stand with me, Violet, where you belong,” Nathaniel’s deep, gravelly voice cut through her thoughts. The sound that once sent her skin alight with goosebumps now only burned in revulsion. She rolled her eyes upwards, her frown deepening. Although her mind rebelled against following his commands, she didn’t have much choice in the matter. His command was her compulsion. Wordlessly, she stood, her foot slipping in the congealing blood beneath her, but a strong hand on her upper arm steadied her. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of an acknowledgement.
The lavishly dressed Ramses approached them, stepping deftly over the blood and gore spread before his chaotic dining area. His fury was a tangible thing that swept through the room, rolling over her in scalding waves. She could feel the dozens of sets of eyes on them, searing into her back with their intensity. The clamorous chatter that filled the curtained space ceased, silenced by their master’s presence.
His face seemed to transform from the mask of pure rage into something scarily calm and collected within a matter of seconds. There was a fight going on inside his head, something terribly fierce that struggled against what the rest of him wanted to feel in that moment. The energy that poured off of him struck her in warm waves; anger always tended to be warm or very hot, depending on the intensity. As someone who could manipulate energy and have it manifest with her emotions, she was well aware of the implications of saying the wrong thing and having all that heat pour over her in a blistering torrent. She chose silence in that moment as he approached.
“I know the rules of this game we play,” Ramses began, his eyes trained upon her. A finely preened hand reached out and cupped her chin, so delicate, yet the power within him pulsed just beneath the skin. She swallowed the lump in her throat. “Everything within me wants to kill you where you stand.” She wanted to squirm under that intense gaze, but concentrated on staying as still as possible. He was a snake, ready to pounce at the slightest motion, and she totally didn’t feel like being bait today.
“Doing so would go back on our agreement, Ramses,” Nathaniel pointed out. If he was afraid of this powerful creature, he didn’t show it. Nathaniel had one of the best poker faces of all, and it was almost refreshing to see that that particular feature didn’t change.
“I am well aware of that, Nathaniel.”
“Then by the rules, everything that was Irma’s is now rightfully Violet’s,” Nathaniel said. “Ranks, belongings, all of it.”
Ramses nodded, releasing her chin, but his gaze still locked on the woman before him. “Correct. Everything is now hers, and she is free to take it with her when you leave, but there are some duties that she will now be responsible for now that our Irma is…disposed of.”
She squirmed. It was impossible not to, his scrutiny was just too intense. His choice of words held so much weight that she couldn’t help but wonder what he really meant. As with many things here, she noticed that sometimes what was said was never straight forward; there was so many other implications. It was a custom that was not unique to this place, but still drove her nuts nonetheless.
“What do you mean by that?” Violet was tired of playing these games. She just wanted to know what the fuck was going on. So what if she was technically not supposed to question her master? Brave soul, she was.
Ramses looked at her as if she’d sprouted a new head. The audacity to question him showed clearly in the burning depths of his crystalline eyes. Nathaniel nudged her in warning. “What he means is that everything that Irma was responsible for is now yours.”
“And just what would that be?”
Ramses crooked a smirk at her, that angry glimmer replaced by something else, something far more sinister. “Meet me here after dinner tomorrow night, and I shall have all the answers you need.”
“She’ll be here,” Nathaniel grabbed her arm and pulled her to him, her brief struggle quelled by a firm squeeze. “For now, I need to take my charge and get her settled into her new home.”
Flicking his wrist, Ramses waved them off.
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