Post by HST Seth on Aug 5, 2014 5:30:03 GMT
The day is come to an end... The sun is over my head....
Javier stood over her like a looming black cloud, but Desiree didn't turn her head downward. Her anger had not subsided; that werespider and his friends had attacked her pack--they were branching out to those other than Octave, and her murderous rage would be hard to abait...
"... I wipe my hands of him."
Her face twisted in a mockery of a smile, standing nearly 9 feet tall and slim as a stick. Her mouth reached across a smooth pearlesque face, framed by straight, stringy black hair. That was exactly what she wanted to hear, but even as the joy rose in her black, lightless eyes, the Archbishop's tone brought her back to the issue at hand.
"I have a problem to discuss with your Priest, Octave... Just Ductus to Ductus, Priest to Priest... can you get him?"
My polyamorous friend... He got me in a mess of trouble again...
"Did you fuck the Archbishop's kid?!"
"Ya... we gots somethin' goin' on fer a while now."
"You leave that motherfucking chick alone, you shitbag. You're fucking up our run."
It was only by some miracle of nature they had left that conversation without her having to give up something for Octave's stupid whoring ways. Desiree's eyes were on the end goal of the night, though, so Octave was lucky.. she wouldn't be beating the shit outta him tonight. Tonight, she saved all her anger for one person: that piece of trash werespider.
Octave walked alongside Desiree with a stare at the back of her rather tall-head. Despite the obfuscate thrown up by Elizabeth, Octave could see her for all the monster she was.. and Desiree was just that: a monster. It didn't matter what form she took, the result was still the same.
They've come to get me again.... The cloud is over my head...
Desiree entered Elysium, her eyes turning wildly about the Sabbat wandering its halls. How many of them were loyal to it? How many would betray their brothers and sisters and give up their blood for the treachery to the Sword of Caine. The pack broke apart upon stepping inside, Octave's steps taking him to his visiting woman and some other corner while Desiree stood and wandered like a predator around the halls. Few spoke to her, but she did not see the ones that had hung onto the werespider that night. The night the Inquisitor had outted him.
Her eyes turned to the Scrivener as she brushed by, a slight scowl overtaking Desiree's horrible likeness. To the members in the room, it looked nothing more than a soft grin, covered by Elizabeth from within the corner. "Scrivener..." Belinda acknowledged her. A brief chat.
"I just got done talking to your packmate..." She commented.
Desiree's illusory eyebrows quirked, "Eugene?"
"Oh no!" The young girl giggled, a picture of beauty mirroring the childer of the Lasombra's childe, "Octave, of course."
A sinking feeling turned Desiree's face to a frown.
My polyamorous friend has got me in a mess of trouble again...
"With your beauty, you are just his type..."
Desiree growled, the compliment taken and thanked as she turned away, her head considering all the ways she would savagely beat the shit out of Octave over the week.