Kelsey was pacing around worried and impatient waiting for the formal vampire welcoming to be over.. She and the City's Master Pierre had been together over 3 years now. The complication of course is that she and Deacon were on again off again like a yo-yo for that same full 3 years also complicated by being mated to Rafe. No matter how many of these things she's had to attend as Pierre's human servant they always made her nervous; hell vampire politics in general made her head-ache and teeth hurt. this one was to greet a special envoy of the European Councils with all the pomp and circumstance that that kind of situation always entails.
So here she is wearing vampire formal and sweating the wait... although it does have its perks. All the men look absolutely fabulous in all that leather. Deep breath finally there is a flurry of activity at the door two extremely large vampires enter and step to the side facing the isle in perfectly coordinated movements a moment later two perfectly matched werewolves in their 1/2 man form enter and after stepping just beyond the vampires take up similar positions along the walk. The wolves are followed by a pair of matched were-leopards in half man form following the same routine. Just when it looked like the greetings could begin they a cage carried by 6 gigantic shifters is brought forward. It's metal, longer than it was wide. It looked way too much like a very tall casket. A casket that you could almost sit in but still a casket.. this being escorted by one overly made up almost clown like vampire who unlike most ancient has absolutely no sense of style.
Ferrok, Pierre's second in command, steps forward abruptly demanding coldly, "Calus what is the meaning of this?"
His voice high and grating, "Her Grace, Bella Ocella was recalled by the council. They are not allowing her visit at this time, so in her place she sent a special gift to you. She said you may use or dispose of the gift as you wish its no bother to her."
Ferrok even more suspicious than before hand reaching for the long knife at his waist, "A gift for who exactly Calus? Is it for the Master? or is to for me as you implied? Formal Gifts require specifics and yours are sadly lacking!"
Calus his make up making him look even more pathetic than seemed humanly possible but who's voice has the edge of anger to it, "Apologies Pierre, Ferrok, I meant no disrespect!: He bows low and continues his head remaining bowed, "IT is very difficult to give away someone I've come to respect and admire on the whims of the counsel and especially the whims of a woman who has no respect for herself let alone someone as wondrous as this."
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