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Post by Markus on May 17, 2011 23:44:14 GMT -5
It would seem that Markus had went at length to hide the location of the 'Rat Home' from the outside world. It wasn't the stereotypical mansion outside of town that he had noticed Wolf Packs took residence up in, no, far from it. Markus had used a portion of the Rodere's Horde from New York to purchase a rather Modern Highrise, which would give the Rat King and his subjects more than enough room to give each rat not only their own sleeping quarters, but two bedroom apartment. Not to mention the many, many one bedroom apartments reserved for Knights and Allies to the Rodere, and the suites at the very top reserved for the Ranked members. At the moment, however, there was only one full time resident above 25 lbs. Markus made sure that the Humans he had hired to keep the place clean did their job down to dusting every last leaf on the plants that decorated the main floor and lobby.
He was nervous, maybe? Perhaps, perhaps not. Not that he would ever admit that he was. He did, however, give the doorman specific instructions. Only one person was to be allowed in to the building tonight, anyone else attempting to enter was to have the alarm sounded upon and stripped. And, like a good loyal subject, the doorman stood at attention in wait. His furry little ears twitched with each sound outside the door, pure black eyeballs staring with intent at the door, seldomly blinking. In the rat's mouth held a little piece of yellow paper, with a bright red V penned across it. She would come on time, at least Markus hoped. If she didn't, her dinner might get cold.
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Post by veronikabaptiste on May 18, 2011 0:26:35 GMT -5
The evening's meal would consist of a garnished Creole, or that is what the Master of the City expected from the Rat King. The previous night, he was involved in a drug brawl, and because of the commotion that he caused in the next alley from her, she missed her meal. And did she let him ease or talk his way out of it? Absolutely not.
After discussing the matter, she agreed to a rendezvous at his house. However, it was certainly not a house when she approached the said address. It was a highrise in the middle of the city; a perfect spot for the rats to take advantage of the sewers down below that connected to all tunnels and airways. Genius. She peered down to the rat that stood almost statuesque, holding a note with a bright V scribbled across. "Is this for me?" She inclined, a wry smile curling upon those obsidian, painted tiers, taking the note from it's mouth. "Of course it is." A soft, delicate hand lightly patted the rat's head like a Master to their dog, and she slipped inside the doors heading straight to the dining room.[/color]
She wanted to wear something exquisite for tonight. Afterall, she was meeting the Rat King officially, discussing future matters of an alliance to form. That is, she assumed he wanted, otherwise it would be very ludicrous on his end if he didn't. She wore a pair of black, pointed heels; inside the heels was a red, velvet cushion, and the outside bottom curve was the same color red. The stiletto heel itself was a shiny silver with an intricate, carved snake where the tail spiraled down the stem and the head curled up and nestled on the side. Each snake had pure rubies for eyes. Her satin halter dress clung to her hourglass sculpture; it was all black spared for the sparkling snake made of diamonds where the head curled around a breast, the body slithered down across her stomach, and the tail wrapped around her hip. The bottom hem stopped mid-thigh, while the top hem swooped low to flatter the swell of those full, luscious mounds. Her fiery crimson locks cascaded down to the small of her back, billowing behind her as if she was on fire.
Each step was in perfect rhythm to the gentle sway of her hips, making a further impact inside the lobby. She, of course, took her time sauntering towards the dining room, allowing her dazzling emerald orbs intake the rich scenery. A small whistle blew from her lips. When she finally reached the dining room, she stopped just inside the frame as her eyes landed upon the very long dining table. There were chairs on each end that looked like thrones for royalty, on either side where Markus sat, and quite a large silver platter placed in the middle of the table. "Well, talk about being served on a silver platter." She slipped in one of the throne chairs next to Markus.[/color]
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Post by Markus on May 18, 2011 1:31:57 GMT -5
The sight that awaited in the King's chair likely wasn't what Veronika was expecting. At least, not if she was looking for the man she had met in the bar several nights before, and on the street the evening before. Two pitch black eyes watched her enter, and an enormous form raised politely as the female approached the table. The Rat King found it important to be comfortable going in to tonights meeting, and what better way to be comfortable than to be at your best?
The King was a sight to behold, and it was immediately obvious that he deserved the title. By form alone he was magnificent, but upon her sitting he gave her the courtousy of showing her he was worthy of her alliance. How? He let his full power crush down on the room, lowering his shields completely. This was also a show of trust, as with his shields lowered he made himself momentarilly vulnerable to the Vampire, but he expected her to return his show of faith and power. After all, what was there to be had in an alliance if no worth and faith was in it?
Due to his current form, he didn't speak to her when she sat, but instead the large furr covered form moved his way down the table to the platter, and raised a clawed hand out to grip the platter's cover and raise it abruptly, causing it to ring in his hand. A ratty grin covered his mouth, baring out those sharp teeth above the slight furry beard. Beneath was his present to Veronika, and a promise fulfilled.
The Creole woman was streatched out at the top, both arms abover her head bound through the bottom of the tray with leather straps. Her knees were upward, bound twice with leather straps of the same kind, and bound at the ankle with a loop that connected under the tray as well. Her chest was strapped twice, above and under her bare bust, to keep her from being able to sit up in the least.
Markus ran a clawed finger along her cheek, rousing the woman from a likely panic induced 'sleep.' Her immediate response was to scream, and scream rather loudly. Markus gave a monsterous Squeel, cupping his monsterous hand over the woman's mouth and raising one of his huge arms to point at the Master of the City at the table. The woman's eyes immediately went to her, and if she could have spoken through the gigantic hand, she would have begged for her life, but the rat saw to it that she was muted. Markus' tail whipped from side to side, obviously excited to see what the vampress throught of the meal he prepared for her. She had requested one Creole for dinner, and he made sure she was a beautiful one. Only the best for his Allies.
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