Posts by alvxx

— I would be down for the vampire x werewolf one. Your idea or mine? And would you like to start the thread or me?

And we can always add in Faeries or Fae as a species. They are more cunning and trickier than the elves.

— We could do a pack thread if you wanted and if need be, we can create other characters in different species to create conflict. It could be a public thread if you wanted so other people could join if they would like to.

— hmm. maybe we could think of something for them to be later on in the future.

and you can go ahead and make the thread! I can't wait to get started.

— Ezra heard his mother's voice ring through the castle, calling for her only son. Lovely.The prince sighed and pushed a hand through his hair, tousling the dark locks. He had been sitting in his office, going over paperwork in regards to the militia. They had been slowly building their ranks in preparation for war, though not many knew of this. Only the royal family and the highest council of elders were aware of the plans that the vampires had intentions of making, and with him being in charge of the armies, he really couldn't afford to take time away from his work. He pursed his lips, his clear eyes flickering with annoyance though he did his best to stomp it down. Anything for dear Mother, he thought grimly.

The vampire stood, stretching out his cramped muscles from being seated in one place for a little too long. Ezra exited his office, entering the regal halls of the castle. Wards protected their home from prying eyes, so they could live lavishly. As he descended the staircase, he saw his mother and sister standing at the base, not so patiently waiting. "Mother, Elizabeth," he greeted, quietly. "What do I owe the pleasure?" He tried to be cordial, but every moment he took away from his desk was more time away from war planning. His mother was a regal woman, with bright red hair pinned up in braids and curls with bright green eyes, which were currently glowing with excitement. "Well, my son, your birthday is going to be coming up soon," she started and Ezra nearly groaned. Of course. A birthday present. He offered a tight smile. "Mother, you know you really shouldn't have," he insisted as the older woman grabbed his hand and lead him over to a large cage near the center of the throne room. It was covered so whatever was inside couldn't see out and whatever was outside couldn't see in, and guards were standing protectively around it.

Ezra's ears perked, hearing growling on the other side. "What is it, Mother?" he asked, losing a bit of his patience. The guards pulled the fabric covering the cage away, and his mother offered him a large smile with her fangs showing. "A were!" she grinned, as a dark wolf was revealed. Ezra's eyebrows rose slightly, his eyes running over the creature. "Thank you for the gift, Mother," he replied, dryly, not very amused with his new pet. Just another distraction and another thing for me to take care of, he lamented, annoyed. The Queen beamed and she gave him a rushed kiss on the cheek. "I just wanted to show you your new pet before you get sucked back in to work. Maybe this will give you some time away from that desk," she scolded and Ezra gave a tight smile. "Thank you," he murmured again. "Come on Mother," Elizabeth said, grabbing their mother by the hand and pulling her away from the throne room, while sharing a look with her brother that said, Good luck.

— Ezra's attention flickered to the female werewolf, caged in the middle of the lavish throne room. He was surprised that she was able to speak clearly despite being in her wolf form. His eyes raked over the snarling... thing, and he let the corner of his mouth pull up, displaying one fang at the beast. "I would watch your tone. Last time I checked, it was you that was caged. Not me," he said, almost bored of the creature. "Now, it's most unfortunate that you've wound up in this position because I can clearly see that you don't want to be here, and quite frankly, I don't want you here." He knelt beside the cage, daring the wolf to challenge him. "So you can make this easy for you, or you can make it difficult. If you give me issues, I won't hesitate to throw you down in the dungeons with all the other prisoners we keep here and let you rot away. If you cooperate and keep that snout of yours shut and allow me to get my work done, I'll think about taking it easy on you. The less trouble you give me, the more it works in your favor." Ezra honestly didn't even know why his mother would even think of bringing a werewolf into the castle, besides purely using it as a display item for those that come to visit, but he just couldn't understand why she deicded to put it under his care of all people.

— Before Ezra could reply to this stubborn lycan, his teeth bared and his crystal clear eyes flashing to a deep yellow, a servant walked in. The prince took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. One that allowed their temper to get in the way of their judgement didn't look good in the royal family, and he didn't need any other people on his plate about his duties. He offered a quick bow, standing up and brushing himself off in front of the servant. Ezra remained silent as he listened to the council member drone on and on about his new pet, but found his anger rising when he realized that he wouldn't simply just be able to leave her there caged up, as much as he wished he could. "Is there any way to keep her from her lycan form? I don't need her at her full strength," he questioned. After seeing the lycan mangle the bar the way she had, he knew he didn't want to be the one to fight her at her strongest. He knew he would win, but it wouldn't be without serious injury. He had been trained to take down lycans, and this one would be no different than the rest. He took the clothes from the council member, the fabric itching his hands already, as well as the muzzle. "I see. Please let the queen know that I understand the responsibilities of a lycan owner, thank you. If you could just... leash it?" he asked, waving a hand over to Jeanette. "Just bring it to my office once she is secure. If she has to be by my side, I might as well get back to work."

— Ezra pinched the bridge on his nose as the council member left, leaving the chained beast in his office. I still have so much I have to do today, he thought, regretfully as he looked at the stacked paperwork on his desk. Pinning the wolf with a glower, his eyes flashing that animal-like yellow from his annoyance, he sat at his desk. Ezra figured locking her up once a month wouldn't be too bad, just as long as the wolf would cooperate when she was in her human form. Seeing the lycan all chained up made his skin prickle uncomfortably, and he ran his tongue over a fang, mindlessly. "Alright, here's the deal. Lay down, do what makes you comfortable, shut up and let me work. I don't want to hear anything come out of you for the next hour and trust me when I say, don't make me angry. If you decide to test that theory, let me promise you little one, it'll be the last time you ever do." Ezra bared his fangs at the chained beast, the council member having chained her hand cuffs to the wall.

— Ezra worked in silence. After the first few minutes of beginning his work, and the lycan not acting out or otherwise distracting him or being a menace, he found himself relaxing into his paperwork as much as he could. He quickly scrawled some letters out to generals that he trusted, stamping his name and the seal of the royal family at the bottom of each letter. Though he worked and didn't pay the lycan any mind, he knew that she was curious and would be watching him, eavesdropping, trying to see what he was doing, what he was planning. When she leaned in a little too close for his liking, Ezra's fingers snapped, and he shot the wolf down with a glare. "Back up. Don't try using your size as an excuse either," he warned, his eyes narrowing at the female. There were a few times during the afternoon when a few people would enter the room to have the prince look over some paperwork or summoning forms, some of which he would either send back, or sign and dismiss them with a wave. A giant map hung behind him in his office, the lands of the kingdom on display, and areas marked where he would be planning his attack, where he would wait, where bases would be located and where training would commence. If the vampires could hide a castle in the kingdom, the elven folk didn't even have a clue just how much else they were hiding right under their noses.

Ezra's long hair fell in his eyes as he worked, but eventually, the looming lycan in front of him had a presence that was distracting in itself. "Are you hungry?" he asked, after a few hours had droned by.

— Ezra offered a tight smile to his new... pet. The word didn't sit well with him, and he didn't like knowing that he owned another... being. Even if it was a lycanthrope. "So, then I suppose it's mutually agreed that we don't trust each other, yes? I didn't want you. I didn't want a pet, but here we are so we both had just better get used to what we cannot change." His voice was low, mostly from him trying to hide his aggravation. He pressed a button that was attached to his landline, an office-like phone, and within moments a servant opened his office door, letting in the low lighting from the hallway. It had began to grow dark, and Ezra knew that he had already missed supper. "Food, sire?" the servant asked. It was a younger female human, and Ezra offered her a nod. "Yes. The usual, please. And... something that will satisfy her," he added, gesturing to the not so small wolf in his room. The girl shivered looking at the beast, her skin paling considerably. "Ye-yes, sire," she stammered and scurried away. In moments, she returned with a solid black wine glass for Ezra and plates of food for the wolf. Not wanting to get too close, she pushed the tray of food with assorted meats and breads towards the looming creature, and handed Ezra the wine glass, which he took gratefully. Inside swirled a scarlet liquid, and he took a swig of the blood before he set it down on the table. "Dismissed," he said, gesturing for her to leave, and the girl didn't need to be told twice before she practically ran from the room.

— The prince didn't offer a response to her statement, instead pinning her with a look that said watch what you say in front of me. He took another generous helping of his drink, the liquid tangy and going down smoothly. With a sigh, the vampire stood up and walked over to the lycanthrope. The beast loomed over him, and he was well aware that should he take the muzzle off, she could overpower him temporarily. He reached up, gesturing for her to lower her head so he could undo the clasps of the muzzle. "Watch yourself, lycan," he warned. "I'm tolerant until I'm not, and then that won't be a fun time for you." His clear eyes held promise that should she act out she would regret it. When the muzzle was off of the wolf, he was careful to not have the muzzle catch on her fur and turned his back on her to set the contraption down on his desk. "Eat."

— Ezra's eyes narrowed at the lycan, his jaw clenched as she essentially roared at him. His anger bubbled and popped underneath the surface, and he knew if he allowed her to get away with her attitude, it would continue to get worse until she felt as though she could challenge him. "I need to know that you are aware of your situation, pup," he growled, standing up after a moment. With a speed that was inhuman, he was beside the lycan, and went to reach for one of her ears. "I will not tolerate you sassing me, and you should be thankful that you have only to deal with my 'yammering' as you put it. Believe it or not, there are worse owners, and ones less kind than I have been currently." He went to yank her head down by her ear so he could calmly speak. "I know you hear me now, so do I make myself clear? I can say and do whatever I please, whether you like it or not, whether you approve or not. I don't tolerate any form of disrespect, and if I were you I would learn it now." Ezra went to release the wolf's ear, stepping back from her and giving her a pointed look before lifting up his wine glass and taking a sip. His eyes flashed a bright yellow in warning.

— Diana allowed herself a moment of collection before exiting the kitchen, only to make a sharp right and head into the bar area where the final guest of the night was seated. At least this is my last one for the night and then I can go home, she thought. The vampiress snatched up a menu on her way over to the customer, and she placed a practiced smile on her lips as she went to greet him. "Good evening," she said, her customer service voice floating to the front as she introduced herself. "My name is Diana and I will be your server this evening. Can I get you started with something to drink?" The lines were rehearsed and nearly sounded robotic, but she just wanted to get this over with. The sooner I get him in and out, the sooner I get to go. She was beginning to get hungry, though she knew she would make it through the rest of the shift without incident, she didn't like feeling the beginning pangs in her stomach. She tried to avoid being hungry in front of the human populous at all costs, so she only fed when she was at home and from blood bags that she had stored in her fridge. While she disliked cold blood, she preferred it over harming humans. Diana patiently waited for the man to answer, letting her eyes flutter over his appearance and allowing herself to get a decent look at the customer.

— Ezra let a humorless laugh leave his chest, harsh and angry. "Oh, little one. You complain of my threats, but yours are just as tiresome. And what you seem to forget is I stay in this condition all the time. You, my dear, have to change back as soon as the full moon wanes. Then, you're stuck in whatever fragile human form you have until the next full moon," he pointed out. Ezra couldn't deny that he was curious to see what this beast looked like in a humanoid form, but it would be another day yet before he could see that form. Lycanthropes were stronger than vampires, but only at the peak of the full moon, which had already passed. Now, her strength was waning just like the moon until she finally shifted back. "And that's a good three and a half weeks of you staying in your human form. Your weak form. Just remember that as you continue to get more bold with me. The full moon is waning and there isn't anything you can do to stop it from changing you back." The prince took another sip, and for a moment, he wished that the blood was laced with whiskey. This whole day had gotten under his skin, and Ezra wished that it was over already. More importantly, he wished that this lycanthrope was turned back already. "If you like to be muzzled, I'm sure I can arrange for one to be put on your face for when you're human, too," he suggested, mockingly.

— Ezra bared his fangs at the beast, almost daring her to continue her prowl forward. When the redheaded queen stepped into the room, he let his stature deflate slightly, and hearing the tone in his voice he felt annoyance hit him again, this time at a stronger wave. "Mother, to be fair, I didn't want a lycan as a pet. It was purely your decision. Now, if you have a problem with the way I am handling the pet, then by all means take her away from me," he insisted, and the queen felt herself bristle. He shot the lycan a look that said to back off, but turned his attention back to the queen. "I will raise the pet how I wish, whether you like it or not." The queen crossed her arms over her chest and he could see the fury dance in her eyes as they flashed the same ominous yellow that his do. "Very well. But I expect you to stop working and get to bed. And for god's sake, chain this thing to the wall," she demanded, before storming from the room. Ezra growled as she left, the sound more animal like than he would care for, but he knew he had gotten her at her own game. She wasn't going to be taking the lycan away from him because that would make her look bad in front of the other vampires, and she wouldn't openly demean her son against their people - it would make him look like an unfit ruler. Ezra's eyes glowed yellow as he growled at the lycan. "You may not be chained down to anything yet, pup, but that can change if you keep pushing it."

— Ezra snorted and then downed the rest of the blood in the glass that he had been given. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, and mutely contemplated what he would do next. It would be a big risk to have the lycanthrope sleep in the same room as him with no guards, and he honestly didn't want to go about chaining her down onto something, or throwing her in the dungeon. He swirled the remnants of the blood around in his mouth before swallowing. "Fine, let's go," he decided and then picked up the chain from the ground. It was heavy and made of silver, the one thing that would keep lycanthropes weak enough for vampires to handle them in their wolf form. "So when do you change back anyway?" he asked, giving the wolf a sideways glance. He couldn't help but admit that when the beast was in its human form he would feel slightly safer. He lead the wolf from the office, where it was surprisingly not as messy as he anticipated it being having a giant wolf in its space, and up the stairs of one of the towers in the north wing where he slept. Ezra figured he wouldn't really sleep tonight while she stayed with him in the room, and catching a servant on the way down to the kitchens, he murmured a quiet request for more blood to be sent up to the room, spiked of course, with whiskey.