Post by AFireInTheSnow on Jan 27, 2011 14:22:40 GMT -5
Bloodlines;
Chapter Nine:
Apples
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"No, no, and no again!"
Aeydan rolled his eyes and sighed. "Sir, just listen to me. It's a better idea than you think, she's--"
"Not coming withing twenty miles of this facility once we get rid of her! I'm not letting that hellspawn come any closer!"
"SIR. Listen to me for just this once." Aeydan muttered, his slate grey eyes flashing. "If we can train her, she could be a very valuable asset to our corporation."
The Head glared at his Vampyric underling with distaste. He had rarely questioned the intents of his superior, so why did he dare to do so now? The girl was not staying after she was fully fixed up. She was being dumped back in that godforsaken forest they had found her in and she could go on with her life while being far away from the facility that had been so kind as to heal her. That was it! No questions, no arguments.
Aeydan simply glared back. The Head had never been the most intelligent man, but trying Aeydan's patience was the stupidest thing he had done so far. The Vampyr didn't like it when he was denied the objects of his curiosity. The Head knew that. "We can get her a contract here, and you can state that she's not allowed to attack you."
"NO, QuickSilver, and that's fucking final!"
The use of his codename didn't do a damned thing to deter him, in fact it only made Aeydan more determined to get the girl in, even if it required... Cheating.
His eyes met those of the Head, something shimmering as they became pure silver. The gaze of a Vampyr could be hypnotic if they so chose, and he was was going to use this ability to get his way this night. "The girl will stay..." he purred in a silky voice, eyes glued to those of his boss.
"The girl... Stays..." the Head repeated softly, eyes going unfocused.
"She'll be trained here, and we'll make sure she comes to no harm."
"Trained here... No... Harm..."
"Goooood... Write up the contract, Murad."
"Contract..."
Aeydan broke eye contact and left the room quickly, glad to be rid of that fat, stupid, pathetic excuse for a human being. Murad was the Head's last name. No-one but Aeydan and the other senior officers knew his name, and everyone just called him Head or Boss.
He smirked to himself. He'd be able to keep an eye on the perplexing little... Felkein, she had said? Felkein was her species in their own tongue, so yes. He would discover her quirks and figure out what was with her mood swings and her confusing way of thinking. He'd be able to figure out what had happened to her and why on earth she had been away from her pack. He wouldn't just outright ask her; no, he would gain her trust first, gain her friendship and then he would ask. If she didn't want to talk, he would respect that, but if she told him? Well, he'd figure out what to do after that.
With this in mind, he rounded a corner and found himself face to face with just the man he wanted to see now. Nakavi. With a faint smile on his face, fangs showing just over his bottom lip, he instructed his friend to go and watch over Sira. She looked thin, and underfed, so he the shapeshifter to bring her something to eat as well, and made sure to tell him to include a large amount of meat. Weres were carnivores, after all.
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Sira was practicing shifting when Nakavi entered the room. She wanted to learn to shift only certain parts of her body, so she had been in the process of trying to shift nothing but her nails. She was failing miserably without the help of an adult, and couldn't concentrate long enough to grow claws. All she could do was make her nails longer. She was in the middle of a cursing fit when Nakavi opened the door, holding a plate of meats and vegetables. A platter, really.
She arched an eyebrow as Nakavi said, "Aeydan wanted me to look after ya for a bit. Dunno why, but I just don't get him."
"Oh, okay," she answered happily, looking at the platter as he closed the door behind him. "But what's that for?"
"Y'look hungry and too thin. Guess that's from the starving n' stuff, but yeah, I brought food. Figured you'd be more inclined towards the meat, being a Were." Nakavi cheerfully replied. He never questioned Aeydan, his mentor and friend, and he had wanted to spent some more time with the little Felwhatzit anyway. Sitting down opposite Sira, he placed the platter down between them and smiled faintly. "Dig in."
"Oh, thank you," she said, reaching for the same apple that Nakavi seemed to be going for. He cocked an eyebrow at her and she bared her fangs. He blinked, and his hand instead went for a conveniently placed pear. He liked keeping his arms attached to his body, and as such he wasn't challenging Sira for the apple, even though they were his favourite fruit. He would settle for the pears, and until he knew what the kiddo liked or disliked, he'd avoid touching the meat, lest she remove some important body part. Like his head.
Sira snatched the apple and sank her teeth into it hungrily. She couldn't remember the last time she had actually eaten, and come to think of it, she was hungry as a shark. The apple was reduced to a core after a few moments, and not too long after that, she had skewered a rare steak on her half-inch long nails and was tearing into it, much to the amusement [or perhaps fear] of Nakavi. He very carefully ate his pear, eyes on the girl as she devoured the steak and then another one. Next she quickly snatched an orange, leaving Nakavi to wonder if she was going to make herself sick like this.
By the time she had finished three apples, two steaks, two oranges, and half of a banana, Sira felt comfortably full. She usually didn't eat this much at once, but living by drawing energy from plants didn't help the health of a Werecat that much. She lay on her back, her belly comfortably rounded as she let out a quiet yawn. Nakavi smiled slightly at how peaceful she looked right then, now nibbling on a steak himself. Even though she looked so peaceful now, earlier he was positive she would have tried to take arm off if he had tried to take the apple earlier.
She had said she was two years old. What could cause moodswings like hers?
Terrible Twos, perhaps?
Chapter Nine:
Apples
-----------------------
"No, no, and no again!"
Aeydan rolled his eyes and sighed. "Sir, just listen to me. It's a better idea than you think, she's--"
"Not coming withing twenty miles of this facility once we get rid of her! I'm not letting that hellspawn come any closer!"
"SIR. Listen to me for just this once." Aeydan muttered, his slate grey eyes flashing. "If we can train her, she could be a very valuable asset to our corporation."
The Head glared at his Vampyric underling with distaste. He had rarely questioned the intents of his superior, so why did he dare to do so now? The girl was not staying after she was fully fixed up. She was being dumped back in that godforsaken forest they had found her in and she could go on with her life while being far away from the facility that had been so kind as to heal her. That was it! No questions, no arguments.
Aeydan simply glared back. The Head had never been the most intelligent man, but trying Aeydan's patience was the stupidest thing he had done so far. The Vampyr didn't like it when he was denied the objects of his curiosity. The Head knew that. "We can get her a contract here, and you can state that she's not allowed to attack you."
"NO, QuickSilver, and that's fucking final!"
The use of his codename didn't do a damned thing to deter him, in fact it only made Aeydan more determined to get the girl in, even if it required... Cheating.
His eyes met those of the Head, something shimmering as they became pure silver. The gaze of a Vampyr could be hypnotic if they so chose, and he was was going to use this ability to get his way this night. "The girl will stay..." he purred in a silky voice, eyes glued to those of his boss.
"The girl... Stays..." the Head repeated softly, eyes going unfocused.
"She'll be trained here, and we'll make sure she comes to no harm."
"Trained here... No... Harm..."
"Goooood... Write up the contract, Murad."
"Contract..."
Aeydan broke eye contact and left the room quickly, glad to be rid of that fat, stupid, pathetic excuse for a human being. Murad was the Head's last name. No-one but Aeydan and the other senior officers knew his name, and everyone just called him Head or Boss.
He smirked to himself. He'd be able to keep an eye on the perplexing little... Felkein, she had said? Felkein was her species in their own tongue, so yes. He would discover her quirks and figure out what was with her mood swings and her confusing way of thinking. He'd be able to figure out what had happened to her and why on earth she had been away from her pack. He wouldn't just outright ask her; no, he would gain her trust first, gain her friendship and then he would ask. If she didn't want to talk, he would respect that, but if she told him? Well, he'd figure out what to do after that.
With this in mind, he rounded a corner and found himself face to face with just the man he wanted to see now. Nakavi. With a faint smile on his face, fangs showing just over his bottom lip, he instructed his friend to go and watch over Sira. She looked thin, and underfed, so he the shapeshifter to bring her something to eat as well, and made sure to tell him to include a large amount of meat. Weres were carnivores, after all.
------
Sira was practicing shifting when Nakavi entered the room. She wanted to learn to shift only certain parts of her body, so she had been in the process of trying to shift nothing but her nails. She was failing miserably without the help of an adult, and couldn't concentrate long enough to grow claws. All she could do was make her nails longer. She was in the middle of a cursing fit when Nakavi opened the door, holding a plate of meats and vegetables. A platter, really.
She arched an eyebrow as Nakavi said, "Aeydan wanted me to look after ya for a bit. Dunno why, but I just don't get him."
"Oh, okay," she answered happily, looking at the platter as he closed the door behind him. "But what's that for?"
"Y'look hungry and too thin. Guess that's from the starving n' stuff, but yeah, I brought food. Figured you'd be more inclined towards the meat, being a Were." Nakavi cheerfully replied. He never questioned Aeydan, his mentor and friend, and he had wanted to spent some more time with the little Felwhatzit anyway. Sitting down opposite Sira, he placed the platter down between them and smiled faintly. "Dig in."
"Oh, thank you," she said, reaching for the same apple that Nakavi seemed to be going for. He cocked an eyebrow at her and she bared her fangs. He blinked, and his hand instead went for a conveniently placed pear. He liked keeping his arms attached to his body, and as such he wasn't challenging Sira for the apple, even though they were his favourite fruit. He would settle for the pears, and until he knew what the kiddo liked or disliked, he'd avoid touching the meat, lest she remove some important body part. Like his head.
Sira snatched the apple and sank her teeth into it hungrily. She couldn't remember the last time she had actually eaten, and come to think of it, she was hungry as a shark. The apple was reduced to a core after a few moments, and not too long after that, she had skewered a rare steak on her half-inch long nails and was tearing into it, much to the amusement [or perhaps fear] of Nakavi. He very carefully ate his pear, eyes on the girl as she devoured the steak and then another one. Next she quickly snatched an orange, leaving Nakavi to wonder if she was going to make herself sick like this.
By the time she had finished three apples, two steaks, two oranges, and half of a banana, Sira felt comfortably full. She usually didn't eat this much at once, but living by drawing energy from plants didn't help the health of a Werecat that much. She lay on her back, her belly comfortably rounded as she let out a quiet yawn. Nakavi smiled slightly at how peaceful she looked right then, now nibbling on a steak himself. Even though she looked so peaceful now, earlier he was positive she would have tried to take arm off if he had tried to take the apple earlier.
She had said she was two years old. What could cause moodswings like hers?
Terrible Twos, perhaps?