Astrid once again resumed her silence, setting the empty bottle on the table before her. Mariette joined the crew soon enough and Astrid turned her head some, offering only the lightest of smiles. She still wasn't sure why the hell she stuck around. Well, she knew why she was with the Coven. Her quest for redemption. But she was wondering why she hadn't simply begun to stage a coups d'etat. She had been with the Coven for only a mere eight months and she still hadn't figured out why she or any of the other older vampires were in the Coven. She could easily take charge – She had the numbers and the power on her side.
Honestly, she could take out all of them without breaking a sweat. But she would give that some thought at a later date. For the moment, she simply focused her attention on Jack as she rose up and ran her fingers through her hair. “Actually – I think we can manage this one without them.” Her keen hearing had picked up bits of the Wolves' conversation and she wasn't going to harass them while they had their little puppy bonding time. Besides, being in the same vicinity should be enough to pacify Mariette. She was sure that the Alpha could give a damn less whether or not one of the vampires ventured out without an escort.
“I'll return shortly – I should wear something more fitting for getting dirty.” Yet another seductive smile was thrown her way as she used a suggestive tone, walking away from the group. She never ran around them – She was content with them guessing at her age and her speed would betray her ancient status. She had a bit of trouble controlling her speed when going short distances. Why did she go through such lengths to keep her age secret? There were a number of reasons ranging from simply because she wanted to and to avoid being used as the muscle.
She was perfectly content with the leader perceiving her as a bit weak compared to the others, being overlooked for many things. She had her own things to do and couldn't be bothered for trivial matters.
She soon returned in a pair of daisy dukes, suspenders, and a wifebeater. Shoes weren't on her list and she was more comfortable barefoot. Why not? It looked like a nice night. “Just try to keep up!”, she laughed at Jack as she motioned him to follow her. The house was really elegant and she found herself leaping from the third floor deck and landing yards away from the home before taking off to the north where the mountains were the highest. Her run was a bit human at first, hardly breaking 50mph before she began to pump her legs a bit faster after hearing Jack just behind her. She had to have her hair pulled into a bun to avoid getting snagged on a tree.
She was eager to come across a nice valley to run across so she could feel her hair behind her in the breeze. She still could never get over the fact that she never got tired. She could run from Italy to Japan to Russia to Ireland and not feel an ounce of fatigue. Provided that she had enough Fae blood in her to let her make it through the relatively few hours of sunlight that she'd pass through. Oh, to be able to run free without worrying for anyone but herself and Cheveyo. What she would give for that! The things that she would do to honor her religion. While many a vampire would laugh at most, if not all, forms of religion, she was adamant to stick with hers. Many things existed in the world that people thought were impossible. That defied the laws set for nature, their very existence unexplainable by science and often times even by magic. Who's to say that her deities didn't exist?
OOC: Michael will be up by Thursday. Friday night at the latest. Drago will be up Sunday.