Posts by TheScarletKing

It's fine, take your time. I understand completely the pain of moving schools, and just reply when you can.

We didn't entirely name her after her mother. We were already planning on naming the puppy Layla {After Muhammad Ali's daughter, Layla. You know, cause Muhammad was a boxer and our dog's a boxer. Get it, get it? ;) }. When we called the breeder he was like "Oh her mom's name is Layla!" and it was just that funneh name play right there.

I really do like your dogs' coloring right there, when I saw them I thought they were mom and pup rather than not that. It also looks like Pandora was posing for that pic, which makes me jelly cause Layla won't pose for shit. She's terrified of the camera

Drahzan's teeth clenched slightly at the threat that had escaped Mau's lips. Oh this conversation was very much dead, buried and needing to be forgotten about. He'd honestly rather bathe himself in barbecue sauce before he ran into a pack of starving Ferals rather than tell this woman that he had a moment of weakness in his vow that Mau would be the only woman he'd ever mate with again... Well, technically that vow was not broken yet seeing as he did not get a chance to bed that wannabe mistress, and this black eye was only a reminder that he was no longer in the days where he could take five women to bed at a time and get away with it. He had a mate that he needed to be loyal to, and that thought brought a bit of guilt. Of course this doesn't mean that he was going to confirm her suspicions, but perhaps he could at least try to keep this woman as his lover.

This train of thought was only derailed at the slight tug of his sleeve. His eyes traveled to his right to notice a small, scruffy pup with a scroll in the hand extended out towards the Alpha. The page he had sent to get this precious document must've been standing there long enough for his silence to be awkward. A light red tint with the embarrassment of this mistake brightened his cheeks for the slightest moment, before they disappeared as he remembered that he had no need for such childish, womanly behaviors. He took the scroll from the page's hand and allowed the pup to disappear from the balcony as he moved back towards the crowd. Their silence was solemn, and their eyes showed hatred yet impatience as well, quite a look to behold on an entire crowd's face, but he figured that they were just waiting for him to finish so they could protest something, anything, just a protest to release pent-up anger and aggression.

Drahzan tried to untie the thick ribbon that was knotted messily around the paper, but alas it would not budge although a quick flash of a feline's claw had it falling to the floor. The paper was slow to unravel itself, yet it did so enough for him to read the loopy, yet neat, handwriting that was his own. Of course Mau had no knowledge that this had been written, it would not matter if she had agreed with what had been written or not {Although he knew she was}, so long as the Alpha Male had gotten the reluctant agreement from the Council, the document could and would be followed through. The only time that the Alpha Female would have a say in the matter was when her mate was too ill to logically think over the good of the Kingdom, and even then it would be mostly the Royal Council doing the talking.

Drahzan's eyes skimmed over the document before he began to read off of it, "I, Drahzan Tielo Dresire, Alpha Male of the Canine Kingdom and King to the Feline Throne, hereby declare that from this day and then the days to come, that there will be no enslavement of the Hybrid race unless it is the individual punishment of criminals. Anyone caught with the unlawful ownership of these people will be forced into the labor unit for however long it is deemed necessary. They will be treated as equals to the Pure race, and anyone caught abusing them will be handled by the enforcers of our just law." He paused for a moment, looking over the angry and shocked faces of the crowd below. A few shouts of protest were already passing their lips, although they were silenced as spotted ears and a feline's tears made their way into the Hybrid King's features. "For if a Hybrid can be your King, then he most certainly deserves to walk amongst their fellow brethren." At the bottom of that page was Drahzan's signature and then the signatures of the Royal Council members, and he listed their names off with the knowledge that angry protesters would come looking for them, but the announcement would be void if he did not read them to the crowd.

Silence was the only thing that followed for the longest moment, eery, tense silence. It was nerve wracking to say the least, and he could see the people slowly putting the pieces together in their mind. They would have to give up their slaves. They would have to treat them as if they were worthy of being considered people. They were being ruled by a Hybrid who had lied to them about his identity all of his life. That's when the shouts and threats started. They were yelling in protest of the new law, yelling for someone to kill their King. Some were throwing stones of the sort but the balcony was too high up for any of the rocks to actually hit them with good aim, although some certainly came close. Guards of the castle were trying to tame the crowd, arresting aggressors and doing the best that they could to calm the people down. The Spring festival was a dead cause at this point, so with Drahzan's command the guards started to force the people out of the court yard. His ears were pinned back in disappointment and disapproval, although he could admit that the experience could've been worse. Much worse.

Tracking :p

Yeah like this one time I pulled out the camera to take a picture of her, she sniffed it before snapping her head back and running a good distance from it. She bowed down {You know, what puppies do when they want to play?} and started barking. It was adorable :3

OOOO! I like new charries. I have actually been thinking for a while that Drahzan needed an asshole. and while the new antagonist is a new idea, it's one I like. Oh and that antagonist thing, what about an anti-Hybrid group that will do anything and everything to keep the Hybrids under their thumb. What about the secret leader of this group gets close to the castle undercover, tries to convince Aslan that everything that had happened was because of Drahzan.

The courtyard was still and empty on a day that was supposed to bring lively people great joy in worshiping their Goddess of Love, celebrating their season of romance and seduction. It was one of their most enjoyable, joyous festivals, and he just ruined it. Of course Drahzan should have probably waited until the festival was over with in order to actually celebrate the mark of Spring, the mark of love, and his personal favorite, the time where most females seemed to be easier to get into bed. Of course, he would not be able to take part in his usual activities by sneaking around with the females in heat while their mates' backs are turned. It was a shame that his usual activities would be halted by the pressure of marriage, but he supposed that his own mate wouldn't mind playing those same games if it kept the Alpha in line, which it probably would. Probably.

Still, the King felt like an ass. His job was to keep the people's best interest at heart and to run this Kingdom, and already it was proving that this job would be more difficult than first anticipated. Drahzan had always been anxious about the plans to free the Hybrids and reveal the truth in his individual species, and he had always thought that it would not be an easy road, but he didn't think that the ice would begin to crack the second he touched it. The thought of being exposed as a Hybrid was the one nightmare that seemed too real to bare, the one that followed him throughout the younger stages of childhood and all the way into maturity. As an adolescent, he'd be caught hiding under his covers, quivering and shaking with fear that gathered as water under his eyes. Men were not supposed to show such weakness, but when faced with his worst fear every day of his life was something that was fell just short of unbearable.

His head turned towards his mate, studying her for just a moment as he straightened his form. A smile touched his lips as he placed a light kiss on her forehead, holding her close for just a split second and for that split second, he found comfort for his childhood fears. Drahzan did not stay in the embrace for long of course, not wanting for her to suspect something other than his usual flirtatious self. "I'm sorry that you did not get to experience a festival of ours quite yet, especially my favorite one. I suppose that was my fault for ruining our day and everyone else's, but we can find some fun in ourselves this evening," He apologized with a small kiss to the lips as he took her hand and lead her back into the castle. Shouts and bangs echoed throughout the halls, an angry mob having formed outside the palace doors and the guards were doing the best to tame the bloodthirsty men. They wanted Drahzan's head on a stick to parade around with, not without torturing him first. This was what he had feared for ages, the risk of being burned alive with the people who once protected you with their lives now cursing you and calling you the Devil. His feline tail went between his legs and ears were pinned back flat against his head, a Canine behavior but nonetheless one that was not attempted to conceal. He probably would've started whimpering if he had no control over this overwhelming fear, but he remained silent as he lead Mau away from the main entrance should the crowd break through.

It took a while, but Drahzan soon relaxed his features, his spotted tailed entwined with his mate's and his ears perked and alert. They swerved back and forth on his head, catching the smallest of noises and treasuring the experience. It was the first time where he was free with his Cheetah, and the Feline part of him was loving a life without chains. Drahzan had been heading to the gardens to spend some time with his mate and probably talk over some things that needed to be discussed. The talk was supposed to be directed towards their next move but he was sure that Mau would manipulate the conversation to discover how the man had gotten his black eye.

The air was crisp outside, and the last bit of snow was dripping away into the new Spring soil. The plants were not yet vibrant as they had once been, but the temperature was picking up so it should be worthy of being owned by royalty soon enough. Drahzan plopped down into a stone bench at the side of the path, underneath an overhanging willow tree that was currently sprouting new fingers of greenery. His arms pulled out towards his mate, pulling her into his lap and locking his arms around the girl. He was silent for a moment, waiting for something to happen that obviously didn't, and simply stared, and he stared, and he stared, until he stopped staring and pressed a slow yet loving kiss to her lips. It was one that he could melt into, one that was so tender that it was fueled by love more than lust, an unusual switch of things. He kept his lips to hers for a moment before pulling away, just slightly to where his face was just inches from her own. "What do you want to do now?" He asked softly, referring more to their political movements rather than personal ones.

Ello! Would you like to do a Medieval/Romance type of thing?

Hey, up for a GXB mutant/apocalypse RP?
:p

Let me introduce meh plot idea before we decide ANYTHING.

Mankind likes to put on costumes, mess with disguises, play dress-up. They enjoy playing God, and that's not a game that ends in man's favor usually. That's how this mess started, with medicine that destroyed a patient's DNA, and replaced it with something terrifying. They kidnapped people in the dead of night, stole them away and held them prison within their research station. People were mutated into forms that turned them into monsters lurking in the shadows of ignorant fools. Deadly machines of war which they were transformed to be. The only issue with this was that no one thought that they would turn on their creators.

The second these beasts had been released from their cells, they attacked. In massive droves, they tore apart entire civilizations, hungry for just revenge. That's how all of them are. That's how most of them are. The male charrie {Which we decide who RP's if you like this idea} was just as bloodthirsty as every other mutant in his lone gang of monstrous thugs. Or at least that was until he met a human, an actual human. His pack would've attacked her, would've killed her, but he couldn't let that happen. He didn't know why, but he couldn't. Of course since she wouldn't willingly go with a monster that would want to tear the flesh from her bones just for the thrill of it, but when a crazed rouge openly attacks this girl, he's quick to defend her. This sparks something between the girl and her night-in-shining-armor, but it's nothing more than trust. At first.

So, now this monster has a stow-away to hide until he could safely guarantee her way out of his pack's territory. It's difficult, as it's quite a large group and none of them are stupid, but the prize is perfect. Love, they fall for each other after a bit of "quality" time together {Him saving her ass}, and yet that's also his poison. What can he do when there isn't enough time to secure her a safe way out? Well, let's find out.

...What do you think?

Tracking, will post in the morning.

Great and I'm really OK with playing either. I tend to always play the guy so normally I'd ask to be the girl, but for this case I'd like to be the guy if it's alright with you. If you wanted to be him that's perfectly OK, I was on the fence about it for a while so I won't mind being the girl.

If you're OK with this, is there anything else you'd like to go over before I make the RP thread?

Alrighty then... I guess I'll just make the RP thread...

http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1480936.new#new

Finished :p

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Marie Jewels Brooks

The air held a thick, musty aroma to it, one that smacked you right in the face and knocked the wind out of your gut. People were crowded around a single conveyor belt, pushing against each other to grab their luggage as it came around, and around, and around. As much as Marie hated airports, she hated crowds that much more so she stood to the side and waited for a short moment, but as the crowd failed to disperse she grew impatient. Light green eyes skimmed the crowd for prey suitable to use, before she came across a chubby, middle-aged man with thinning hair. He was a disgusting specimen with ketchup stains painting his yellowed shirt, and he reeked of the scent of cigarettes and beer, but that was exactly the man she hoped to find.

Marie unbuttoned her shirt a few buttons down, flipped her hair over her shoulder, and made her hasty way towards the crowd. With the intent to do so, she tripped over flat earth and fell right into her victim's mass of fat. His shirt was grimy with sweat under her soft, perfect hands. Yuck. Still, she gave him her best smile as his attention turned towards her.

"I-I'm sorry... I was just going to get my bags when I tripped, clumsy me," Marie apologized quickly and somewhat shyly, the words spilling out almost too fast for her mouth to keep up with. As her eyes turned up to look at the older man, she saw a hideous face that stared back. His lips were pursed as his eyes looked over Marie, thinking over the situation carefully before a smile came to those grossly fat lips of his.

"Why, allow me to help a damsel in distress," The "knight-in-shining-armor" offered with a yellow grin as he pushed his weight around into the crowd, forcing them to split as if he were Moses in the Red Sea. With Marie's direction, he grabbed a floral-print suitcase that managed to travel its way around to him, and handed it back to the young girl waiting for her luggage.

Marie took the bag gratefully, about to thank him for this favor but he had beaten her to it. "There ya go, least I could do for such a pretty lady," He beamed pridefully as he wrote something down on the back of a McDonald's receipt. He folded it up into a messy square before tucking it into her bra, that same disgusting, yellow grin on his face and a wink dancing across his eyes. Her cheeks heated with a blush, but not out of admiration but more so embarrassment that this oaf thought that he had a chance with this prize. Not even in his wildest dreams.

Despite this, Marie gave him her best smile as she turned and towed the bag along behind her. The way out of the airport wasn't as horrific as she had anticipated, but she was still eager to get away from this nightmare of a Hell. A cab was waiting for Marie directly outside the front doors, and the cab driver was leaning against the hood, foot tapping against the asphalt impatiently. Wonderful, not as luxurious as the sports cars and limousines she was used to but she supposed that she couldn't expect as much now that Daddy had cut her off. Go find a job, He had said. Go out and learn the value of the dollar, He had said. Go out and have a *ing life, He had said. She scoffed with a careless roll of her eyes. Well, at least Daddy had paid her way into a decent home and well-paying job before kicking her out.

~~

The ride to the penthouse was a long one filled with uncomfortable seats and annoying traffic, but the second she had arrived she was right at home. There was two floors to this home, and a winding staircase that connected them. The bottom floor had a beautiful view of the sun-set city, as well as the tiered living room and the expensive kitchen set, the only thing separating them being a thin wall with a fireplace built into it. The upper floor held a number of rooms, such as the master bedroom and luxurious bathroom that could be counted as a personal spa. There was a few extra rooms that she would more-than-likely fill with junk of the sort that she certainly doesn't need but wants. Past the stain-glass windows was a patio that overlooked the city and well into the nearby ocean. A beautiful sight that she would grow to love, but she might as well get homey before life starts settling in.

Marie dug through the suitcase for a mere moment before she uncovered a bottle of golden champagne, a home-warming present from Mother. Of course Daddy would never approve of her drinking, so it had been snuck past the man's watchful eyes. A light smile touched her pink lips as she inspected the bottle before she called out, "Richard!" She waited but there was no response from the man, and then she realized dumbly that her butler was no longer here to open this bottle for her. Marie's lips straightened into a thin line as she realized this complication, and sighed as she set the champagne aside. What else was there to do other than hire a new one?

It took her no more than a moment to post an ad online for a new one, and she could only hope and pray that she would not have to wait long for a new one. Marie then retired to bed soon after, tired and needing the rest for a long tomorrow.

{Sorry, it's a little rushed at the end}

Bump

The first night in this strange new home had been a long one, with Marie awake all hours of the night. She was tossing and she was turning perhaps every other second of this weary night, unable to find the gift of bliss slumber no matter where she searched for it. Her eyes were bloodshot with the lack of well-needed sleep, and as they turned towards the alarm clock she came to the realization that the Sand Man had not and would not be knocking at her door. The time, in big red numbers read 8:32 AM[size=8]. Ugh, it was too early to even think about tomorrow.

Maria threw the pillow back over her head, eager to find some sort of rest before she remembered something: Her ad. Her ad! Maria couldn't travel to the realms of dreams without checking to see who had responded to the online request. She quickly moved from the mattress and downstairs to where her laptop was waiting patiently for her to acknowledge it.

Marie plopped back against the cushions, powering on the laptop before quickly checking her email where the most pleasant surprise was waiting for her. There, an email, a response to her ad! Oh Bless this Saint, she thought as if she was going to perish without someone to wait on her hand and foot! That was until she checked the time that she was expecting him over... 9.... 9!? She had half an hour to get ready! She would probably scare him off looking as she did now, like a witch straight out of the marshy bogs of a gator-infested swamp.

Marie was zooming through the penthouse, tossing makeup over her features and a high-heel on the wrong foot. The woman was practically scrambling to make herself look presentable for this man, her first and most important guest. In the end of this hurried preparations she managed to pull off a long t-shirt with skinny jeans, a pair of black high heels and semi-neat, semi-bed head curly hair. It looked decent enough, although she would've liked to do more with this hardly presentable look before the doorbell went off. Gah, did he have to be early!? She would've preferred late to early...

"Coming darling! Just hold on a second!" Marie called from the upstairs hall, checking herself out in the mirror once, twice. She knew little about the applicant, but she knew he was male so a little womanly charm went far with most men, why not this one? She pulled her t-shirt down just a little ways to expose enough of her breasts to where it was noticeable, but not skanky. She spritzed a small amount of perfume on to touch it up before checking herself out once more. That looked better.

Marie gave her reflection a devilish smirk and a wink before turning on her heels and moving down the stairs towards the front door. As soon as her hand so much as touched that knob, the door swung wide open with Marie leaning in the doorway with a mixture between a friendly smile and a flirtatious smirk plastered onto her lips. "Why come in!" She offered, gesturing towards the sofas in the living room besides them, yet her eyes did not wander from him. Gosh he was cute, much better looking than that blob of fat she had flirted with yesterday. She knew that she would be enjoying this a little too much.

Marie did not move from the doorway for a while, a long while. At first she had gotten caught up in her idle fantasies surrounding this attractive young man so much that her own two feet had refused to move from the spot where she had met him. Rather quickly, the lack of motion came from a small tinge of something rarely felt by her soul. It made her heart ache just by looking at this shell of a man, ragged and messy. No it was not strong enough to sway her from feelings of attraction, but it was enough to fester in the back of her mind.

Pink lips turned white as they straightened out into a dangerously thin line, obviously considering something important but what it was wasn't made entirely clear. It would be rude to accuse this man of being some dead-beat drug dealer after all, and especially so if this were not the truth. Hm, he had the body of an angel but the appearance of a bum, suspicious? One would think so but with such a formal tone it was difficult to keep such an accusation in the air for long, especially once a new issue entered her realm.

A scoff escaped her lips while her eyes simultaneously rolled in their sockets the second he had called her "Ms. Brooks". Marie's feet moved towards the couches at this point, and stopped once she had plopped down on the white cushions across from him. "For the love of... Please, just call me Marie. It's my name after all," She requested with a sharp edge to her voice, pausing for a moment before murmuring "Gavin?" She simply recited the name to lock it in her skull, to forever sear it into her memory with red-hot iron.

A smile came to her lips, her mood lightening once more at the notice that he was practically squirming to escape her gaze. He seemed shy, which only helped to further put away the "drug-dealer" suspicions. The woman leaned over towards the coffee table separating them where two wine glasses were motionless upon the stainless glass, and the bottle of unopened champagne from the night previous. Her fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle, finger nail tapping the glass lightly before holding it out expectantly to the man. She already was going to hire him regardless of his background or the way he carried himself, this man was the only person who responded to the ad and he was something that she wouldn't mind looking at on a day-to-day basis.

"You can relax, you know?" Marie asked quietly, leaning back once he had taken the bottle from her. "You're hired, and you start immediately. Go home, pack up, and you'll move into one of the upstairs bedrooms." Marie was about to offer him a smile before she realized how scruffy this man looked once again, and she very well couldn't have the help looking like he just crawled out of the sewers. That wouldn't look good... "Oh and when you get back, take a shower if you will. I'll have clean clothes for you to wear."

Marie watched and stared at the bottle that was handed back to her, as if it would do something by merely looking at it. She had wanted him to at least open it, he was the butler after all. Still, she set the alcohol aside and leaned back as she listened to his shocked words, which brought an eyebrow to raise. Daughter... He had a child? Her eyes moved to his fingers but noted not a single ring on any of his fingers, which was strange enough. Usually it's the father who leaves the baby, not the other way around. That didn't matter though, and this was something she had to consider carefully...

"Oh it's fine!" Marie quickly reassured him, putting to rest the consider carefully idea. "It's part of the job description should you know? You're rent and bills will be paid for, and if I need you in the dead of night well that's the catch." Marie then paused for a moment, considering the fact that he had a child and what to do about that. "I suppose your daughter could stay here as well, so long as she doesn't intrude on my personal belongings or break anything all will be fine."

Marie tapped her index finger against her thigh for a brief moment, thinking his situation for a moment before offering an unhelpful piece of sarcastic advice, "You really should be practicing safe sex though... I'm sure that whoever you knocked up wasn't too happy about it." Of course that was no matter to joke about, but oh well, all was well in Marie's World so she was free to make fun of another's troubles.

Marie then rose to her feet as she moved into the kitchen area, gesturing for him to follow. The outer wall was non-existent in this room, being replaced by a giant pane of glass that stretched from one corner, to the next corner, and then all the way to the next corner. Outside was a perfect view of the city, with cars and people in the streets below and smaller, less luxurious buildings in the distance. The ocean was also visible from these windows and the way the sun reflected off of the cool waves was breath-taking. She was sure to visit the beach one of these days.

Back to what she was doing, Marie dug around in one of the kitchen drawers for a mere moment before pulling out a checkbook, new and unused. Taking a blue pen, she wrote Gavin a check for $150, before tearing it off and handing it to him. Of course she was never good with money, and with Daddy no longer supporting her it should be a difficult road to travel when she's no longer able to blow money. "That's what you get for now, and I'll be paying you that much a week. Take the job, and you get to live in this penthouse, provide a better environment for your kid, and you get to have a little extra change in your pocket for yourself," Marie offered, jumping up and sitting down on the kitchen counter. Of course she was drawing conclusions about the conditions he lived in and how he felt about his daughter, but considering that he was a scruffy mess and that he hadn't given her away yet seemed to prove to her that the dart had landed rather close to the bulls-eye, if not directly on it.

Hehehe! Dogs sure are "interesting" little critters.

Well the group would consist of anyone who's against freeing the hybrids {Basically everyone who isn't one}. I do like the idea of the leader being related to Aslan, but what about he's also a suitor of Mau who wants to have her hand in marriage rather than Drahzan {Which is where their little deal to get rid of Drahzan comes into play}? And I currently don't have any intentions of having Drahzan find his real father, because no one truly knows who this man is other than his mother who had discarded of the memory completely. I might add that in once things have calmed down a bit in the RP, but certainly not now.

A scoff was the first thing to escape this man's lips, and an eye roll was the immediate thing to follow. "Please, one nightmare at a time," Drahzan pleaded, admitting to not presenting this idea to the council yet. He honestly had no intentions to either, as his first plan seemed to end in a disaster and even with his threat of them being sent to the gallows, the possibility of them refusing is highly likely. Besides, he didn't need their approval to "expand" the Kingdom, just his own. So they can find out about this plan after it has been set in motion and complain all they want, they won't be able to stop the project.

Drahzan sighed and thought over the matter at hand carefully. He needed to do the best thing for his people right now, and the best thing for his people is the opposite of what's best for the Hybrids. The Hybrids need to be freed from their years of unfair enslavement, need to be treated as if they were Pure, and yet the Pure need to have some sense of security that their way of living will be protected despite the fact that Hybrids are no longer their property. It was difficult, as if he gave into one side the other would come crumbling down. This was definitely something he'd need to be weary about, as he made a small little mistake that ended up in an angry mob wanting him six feet under.

The best thing for Drahzan, though, had not yet been considered. What was the best thing for him to do? It was a short thought that quickly ended with the conclusion that the best thing for him was this woman pressed up against him. It gave him an idea, but one that needed to be developed on. For now, though, he might as well enjoy this bit of tranquil peace as he was surely not going to be getting much more of it.

"But I can assure you," Drahzan spoke softly as he ran his fingers through her soft hair. "That we can certainly stay like this all night if you'd like to. Just you, and just me, no Kingdom, no mob, and certainly no Aslan." He would like a break from all this nonsense, even if it lasted only a single night, as it would be enough to keep his sanity from breaking.

With that, Drahzan leaned in and placed a more lustful kiss than before, but even behind that it still held that same tender love that the last kiss had held. His hand brushed over the side of her cheek, and he was about to lose himself into this kiss before a peculiar sound broke his concentration. Partially hazel, partially blue eyes turned from this girl and towards the door where an enraged-looking Jehan was standing. His mother was behind this man, face pale with worry and refusing to meet the eyes of none. Jehan was usually in a tense mood, but this time came reason. A very good reason that had everything to do with his mate and his "son". Drahzan's lips pressed together as he rose from his seat and lightly kissed the back of Mau's hand. "I'll only be a moment," Drahzan reassured her with one final kiss before walking back inside as Jehan shut the door behind the Hybrid King.

The second they were out of earshot from Mau or anyone else that might be listening, Jehan grabbed the younger man's collar and threw Drahzan into the stone wall without warning. "Who the Hell are you!? You're not my son I've learned that much, you're not a Canine I've also learned, and you're nothing more than a rat that's missed its trap," Jehan growled, obviously keeping himself from tearing into Drahzan's flesh. Just barely.

That's when Drahzan's eyes turned an icy blue, and his hands pushed against Jehan's chest to where he was no longer pinned. "No you are not the man who sired me but I did grow from a Canine's womb so I am still a Canine, just as much as I am a Feline. You were the only father I have ever known but still you were a pathetic one, a fool who cares not for the welfare of his pups nor the people in this Kingdom," Drahzan snapped so quickly that it was amazing that the words could come out of his mouth so quickly without being slurred together. His wolf was begging to tear into this man, and yet Drahzan kept it on a short leash. "I am the Alpha now, and you need to remember that you are talking to your superior," Drahzan muttered, allowing the wolf enough slack to slam his fist in the side of Jehan's face, but just that one punch. Still, it was enough to send the man stumbling backwards with a busted jaw. He even saw a few teeth littering the ground. He glared once more before turning quickly and leaving his pissed father and pale mother.

The anger did not leave Drahzan's blood quickly, and as he fell into his own bed his hands slid over his face. This was not what he wanted. He believed that Augusta had kept Jehan from going to the festival to explain herself what was going on, but that had only made things worse. Or so he thought it did. Things might be better this way but they still weren't great, and that was the issue. He needed to do something to keep this Kingdom from falling apart.

Marie's attention had been turned towards putting away her checkbook when the man had suddenly taken hold of her hands, and she would be lying if she said that she handled it professionally. The woman had jumped back with a surprised squeak, flinging the checkbook halfway across the room and onto the middle of the floor. Her body was tense when he had shaken her hands, and it remained that way sometime after he had let go of her.

"Uh-huh," Marie murmured, a little unsure as she managed to reclaim control over her own body. "And here I was, thinking that you were getting ready to call me 'A selfish little bit ch' or something along those lines. But no, I'm a Saint now, huh?" Her voice held no bitterness to it, but rather amusement and delight. She even released a small giggle at the thought, and yet she did not linger on this thought for too long as she walked past him to recollect her checkbook.

Marie's lips pressed together for a mere moment as she considered a new thought that had come to mind, and as she put away her checkbook she spoke, "Again, feel free to pack up your stuff and move in. You'll start whenever you get settled in, alright?" She gave him a small smile as she moved to walk past him, but paused for a mere moment. Her spontaneous, flirtatious side to her showed for a mere moment as her hand moved to his ass and squeezed it not-so-quickly out of plain curiosity. "Nice ass by the way, I bet all of your baby-mamas love it," She joked, leaving him alone in the kitchen as she moved on to the upstairs. She expected him to automatically follow her as if her were a lost puppy, and she paused on the top of the stair case and gestured to a room over to the far right side of the hallway.

"That'll be your room, and I'll admit I'm a bit hesitant to do this but I'll allow for your kid to bunk in the room next to it. After all, I don't need the extra space and I'm sure you can make much better use out of it," Marie offered, not at all caring that it came out as rude. After all, she's said a lot of worse things so far today than "your kid can have her own room". To her, it was a gift out of the kindness of her heart, a gift that could not be used by herself of course. She then moved to the room and opened the door to it, revealing that the bedrooms were much like the kitchen in having glass walls with neat, white carpet. There was a decently-sized closet to the near left of the door, and while the ocean was not visible from this window there was the view of the entire city to behold. Marie then left the room once more and patted him on the chest. "Let yourself out, I'll give you a key when I get the chance to have one made," Marie murmured before she left him to his own devices, to either explore what he now lived in or to leave to collect his belongings. It didn't matter what he did to her, no not one bit.

Marie plopped back down onto the sofa, kicked her feet up on the coffee table and grabbed the still unopened bottle of champagne. Ugh, will she ever be able to drink this? Marie bit down on the rustic-looking cork that plugged the bottle and pulled. It took quite a bit of effort, but eventually the cap popped off and she was allowed to pour the two glasses full of champagne. She took one of them and sipped at it, savoring the taste. Of course the other one was there in case Gavin changed his mind about wanting a drink, after all it wasn't the end of the world and she always felt lonely when she had to result to drinking alone.

Marie froze upon seeing Gavin disappear from eyesight. No, she did not turn her head to watch this man but she was tuned in on every little sound he made. Something seemed... Off to her. He reminded her of a tiger stalking its prey, slowly creeping up and ready to pounce. The woman was about to jump away from his reach, and the second she felt the cool, damp touch of champagne slide over her breasts she wished she had. The woman gasped in surprise and horror, leaping to her feet as the culprit of this heinous crime fled the scene. Oh he was going to get it for this, after what she was doing for this man and his family he had the nerve to try and knock her down from her perfectly high peg. No, she wasn't going to fire him, that would be a shame to let go of such a body. Revenge would come from elsewhere.

Regardless, Marie could not wander the penthouse with such a mess staining her clothes. Her lips pressed against each other as she moved upstairs and into the master bedroom. The room matched the others for the most part, save the fact that this one held a bigger, stuffed closet and actual furniture. Her hands moved through the dresser's drawers, shuffling through close before settling on an x-large t-shirt and booty shorts, a comfortable attire that she would wear when her usual undergarments would not suffice as sleepwear.

Marie took these clothes into the master bathroom with her where there was a shower in one corner, a tub that took the form of a practical hot tub against the left wall, and a long row of counters and mirrors against the right wall. There was a door in the back of the room that lead to the "porcelain throne", but she did not bother with it. Instead, the girl set the clothes down on the counter after she had turned on the water to the tub. Soon, she stripped herself of the "clothes" that she wore and tossed them into the laundry basket for Gavin to deal with when he started working for her. Then, Marie slowly lowered herself into the bubbling tub.

Ah, it took the edge off of the anger she had for Gavin, but of course she was still going to receive just revenge for this. Her mind was not focused on that man while she allowed herself to relax and wash away the filth of the previous day, but rather her own self. He was right for the most part, Daddy had cut her off, kicked her out, and tossed her into the wind to either sink or swim. Mother had convinced him not to do so without making sure she had a chance to swim though, which she was thankful for, but Marie could not help but feel resentful towards the older gentleman. They had even cut her out of the will, their will. Not even their own daughter was worthy of gaining their inheritance... Hm, funny.

Soon enough, Marie realized that her fingers were beginning to shrivel and prune from being in this damn tub too long. She stepped out with a towel brushing over her skin, allowing the fiber to pull away the droplets of water from her bare body. She didn't bother drying her hair though, she usually allowed it to air dry on its own. Not because it came out better that way, but rather that she was just a tad lazy when it came to using the blow dryer. Ugh, it burned her scalp and scrambled her hair in all different directions.

The woman simply slipped into the clothes, the fact that she was even wearing shorts not immediately noticeable. She supposed that Gavin did have a point, that no Virgin Mary had walked around looking as she did but oh well, Marie had a lot of fun with these clothes or more so the lack thereof. Marie then slipped out of the bedroom and out onto the patio outside. There was a lounge chair that she did not hesitate to plop down in, staring out into the city around her. She didn't think that she would ever get used to this sight, and she knew that the door was unlocked so she did not need to leave this view to open it for Gavin.