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"Ethan Squire, Ma'am," the younger male said as he took her hand. Livia liked the young lad. He didn't seem to be intimidated of her which was a breath of fresh air. Something about her always seemed to make humans keep a distance. Like a pheromone or something, it was like they could tell what she was without her showing even the slightest glance. But Ethan here was used to being around the Dark Species and seemed to fit in quite well. "Yea, The Boss can be a little....ornery, just by default, please don't take it personally."
Livia chuckled, running tip of her index finger along the brim of her emptied wine glass. "Ornery? No..." she mused. She glanced back over her shoulder towards Ethan momentarily, giving him a coy smirk. Liv couldn't help but raise a brow with slight curiosity at the squire's nervous chuckle. Her gaze drifted to Anton who looked equally as uncomfortable.
The wolf alpha growled towards her when she took his hand, attempting to introduce herself. He snatched his hand away with a snarl. Livia scrunched her nose, a soft growl rumbled in her chest as she withdrew her hand. "Yes," was all he said.
"The boss likes to answer only one question at a time, usually it's not so apparent but whatever." Ethan's voice drew her attention away from the wolf. Livia's body didn't shift an inch from her upright and empowering pose, merely her eyes drifted towards the squire. "This is Lord Valentine Loup-Garote, Alpha of Alphas, Lord of the Wolves, and so on, I'm his squire...and voice box most days." She chuckled. Her eyes then squinted as she looked back towards the antisocial Valentine. Her lips parting slightly as she ran her tongue along her teeth. "For the record, I literally have no idea what's going on right now, like none."
"Ethan, Wine."
"A gentleman, gets a woman a drink himself," Livia said with silky sarcasm. Her alpha and predator like nature always seemed to come off animalistic and flirtatious all at once. She reached out her hand to place her fingertips on the base of the wine glass. She slid it to the side as she glanced up at Anton. "Darling, would you mind?"
Anton hesitated. He cleared his throat and stepped forward to take the glass. He gave her an apprehensive glance while nodding his head towards Valentine.
"Go on," Livia nodded her head towards him. "I can handle the big bad wolf."
Anton reluctantly took the glass and made his way towards the wine. After he was gone, Valentine remained unchanging. "You can go now, Shifter."
Livia's hands clawed at the armrest of the chair as her body tensed. Her upper lip pulled back as a snarl escaped her mouth. But unlike Valentine's her sounded more like a lion not a wolf. Livia leaned forward in her seat so that she was closer to him. "Is there something festering in your rectum?" Livia snapped at him, her eyes flashing yellow briefly as her body fought for control, wanting her to change. Her voice was no more than a whisper but sharper than talons. "Do not treat me as if I am inferior, wolf... I've earned my place here, as much as you have."
Her gaze did not waver from him as she slowly moved away. Livia let herself lean back in her seat. After a long moment she looked down at her hands in her lap, her fingers placing with the pleats in her skirt. Although she may have looked calm, her chest heaved as she breathed deeply trying to keep herself from shifting. When Anton returned with her wine, she snatched the glass out of his hand and downed it in one drink. "What's your problem with Shifters?" Livia asked, this time not sparing Valentine a glance but her question no doubt was intended for him.
Mephistopheles remained quiet and observant near the piano. They had all barely been there, but the wolf and shifter were already at eat other. No they were not fighting but everything about their movements seemed like a challenge. It was always difficult to tell if it was primal, predatory or a mating ritual. The animals always seemed angry and it all blended in his mind as to the meaning behind it all. He just hoped that it didn't lead to premature conflict.
After awhile of no more entrances, Mephistopheles cleared his throat. "Ladies and gentleman, time is precious and we cannot afford to waste more of it waiting for other leaders who may not show." He motioned his hand to the large dining room table. He strolled into the room, sipping from his glass of wine. "Let us hope that they are simply tardy and did not fall victim to the hunters."
He pulled out the chair at the head of the table. Mephistopheles set down his wine glass and unbuttoned his blazer. He then took a seat, resting his hands on the table before him. "I do not know if you have heard word or not, for it has happened recently... But the Gorgons have fallen." He scratched at his stubble before continuing. "I fear that Medusa's invitation might have fallen into the hands of a hunter. I do not know for certain, but the timelines do coincide." He pinched the stem of his wine glass and began slowly spinning it on the table. "Your things are currently being transferred to a facility of my own on the outskirts of the city. I've also sent the navigation to all of your mobile devices incase something were to happen during this meeting."
Mephistopheles leaned back in his chair, adjusting his tie. "That being said, I find it be best to get this underway so that we do not have to linger here long enough to be sought out." His gaze shifted between every member that has arrived. "We all know why we're here... We all can no longer afford to fight these battles on our own. If we do not come together, then it will be all of our undoing."
He motioned his hand and Nazeer stepped forward setting down some paper and a fountain pen on the table before him. Mephistopheles rubbed his temples with a sigh. "Before this meeting spirals into chaos and bickering amongst ourselves... I'd at least like to make count of our numbers. So... How many of each of your species are there left?"
Livia didn't want to look up but she could feel Mephistopheles gaze on her. "I know you know. Why else would you look to me first?"
"I apologize Miss Ardelean... But I need a number."
Her fingers drummed on the armrest of the chair as she pursed her lips. Livia tried to keep her calm but inside her heart was fighting to break through her ribcage. It was like giving breath to the truth made it feel all too real. She didn't want to dignify it by speaking it. She moved her hands to her lap when they began to tremble. Livia didn't want to look weak or frightened in front of the other leaders. She didn't want to be seen as a bad leader. Liv has been doing everything she can to try to keep the Shifters alive. "For the love of God..." She began to bounce her crossed leg as she clenched her jaw. "... One hundred... Maybe One hundred and fifty if you include elderly, or recently matured."
Livia's gaze was fixed on her hands. She focused on her breathing as she tried not to get too upset. She wanted to cry, scream and more than anything her inner beast was banging at the cage, fighting to get out.
Mephistopheles nodded his head towards Livia, then wrote down what she said. He then looked up expectantly as he waited. "Look... I know that giving me a number makes this all too real. But, we all need to know where we stand. For the fallen angels we have 20, maybe... And that's including Lucifer himself." He gave a sighed as he marked down his own species then took a drink of wine. Unfortunate that alcohol did nothing for him.
Livia chuckled, running tip of her index finger along the brim of her emptied wine glass. "Ornery? No..." she mused. She glanced back over her shoulder towards Ethan momentarily, giving him a coy smirk. Liv couldn't help but raise a brow with slight curiosity at the squire's nervous chuckle. Her gaze drifted to Anton who looked equally as uncomfortable.
The wolf alpha growled towards her when she took his hand, attempting to introduce herself. He snatched his hand away with a snarl. Livia scrunched her nose, a soft growl rumbled in her chest as she withdrew her hand. "Yes," was all he said.
"The boss likes to answer only one question at a time, usually it's not so apparent but whatever." Ethan's voice drew her attention away from the wolf. Livia's body didn't shift an inch from her upright and empowering pose, merely her eyes drifted towards the squire. "This is Lord Valentine Loup-Garote, Alpha of Alphas, Lord of the Wolves, and so on, I'm his squire...and voice box most days." She chuckled. Her eyes then squinted as she looked back towards the antisocial Valentine. Her lips parting slightly as she ran her tongue along her teeth. "For the record, I literally have no idea what's going on right now, like none."
"Ethan, Wine."
"A gentleman, gets a woman a drink himself," Livia said with silky sarcasm. Her alpha and predator like nature always seemed to come off animalistic and flirtatious all at once. She reached out her hand to place her fingertips on the base of the wine glass. She slid it to the side as she glanced up at Anton. "Darling, would you mind?"
Anton hesitated. He cleared his throat and stepped forward to take the glass. He gave her an apprehensive glance while nodding his head towards Valentine.
"Go on," Livia nodded her head towards him. "I can handle the big bad wolf."
Anton reluctantly took the glass and made his way towards the wine. After he was gone, Valentine remained unchanging. "You can go now, Shifter."
Livia's hands clawed at the armrest of the chair as her body tensed. Her upper lip pulled back as a snarl escaped her mouth. But unlike Valentine's her sounded more like a lion not a wolf. Livia leaned forward in her seat so that she was closer to him. "Is there something festering in your rectum?" Livia snapped at him, her eyes flashing yellow briefly as her body fought for control, wanting her to change. Her voice was no more than a whisper but sharper than talons. "Do not treat me as if I am inferior, wolf... I've earned my place here, as much as you have."
Her gaze did not waver from him as she slowly moved away. Livia let herself lean back in her seat. After a long moment she looked down at her hands in her lap, her fingers placing with the pleats in her skirt. Although she may have looked calm, her chest heaved as she breathed deeply trying to keep herself from shifting. When Anton returned with her wine, she snatched the glass out of his hand and downed it in one drink. "What's your problem with Shifters?" Livia asked, this time not sparing Valentine a glance but her question no doubt was intended for him.
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Mephistopheles remained quiet and observant near the piano. They had all barely been there, but the wolf and shifter were already at eat other. No they were not fighting but everything about their movements seemed like a challenge. It was always difficult to tell if it was primal, predatory or a mating ritual. The animals always seemed angry and it all blended in his mind as to the meaning behind it all. He just hoped that it didn't lead to premature conflict.
After awhile of no more entrances, Mephistopheles cleared his throat. "Ladies and gentleman, time is precious and we cannot afford to waste more of it waiting for other leaders who may not show." He motioned his hand to the large dining room table. He strolled into the room, sipping from his glass of wine. "Let us hope that they are simply tardy and did not fall victim to the hunters."
He pulled out the chair at the head of the table. Mephistopheles set down his wine glass and unbuttoned his blazer. He then took a seat, resting his hands on the table before him. "I do not know if you have heard word or not, for it has happened recently... But the Gorgons have fallen." He scratched at his stubble before continuing. "I fear that Medusa's invitation might have fallen into the hands of a hunter. I do not know for certain, but the timelines do coincide." He pinched the stem of his wine glass and began slowly spinning it on the table. "Your things are currently being transferred to a facility of my own on the outskirts of the city. I've also sent the navigation to all of your mobile devices incase something were to happen during this meeting."
Mephistopheles leaned back in his chair, adjusting his tie. "That being said, I find it be best to get this underway so that we do not have to linger here long enough to be sought out." His gaze shifted between every member that has arrived. "We all know why we're here... We all can no longer afford to fight these battles on our own. If we do not come together, then it will be all of our undoing."
He motioned his hand and Nazeer stepped forward setting down some paper and a fountain pen on the table before him. Mephistopheles rubbed his temples with a sigh. "Before this meeting spirals into chaos and bickering amongst ourselves... I'd at least like to make count of our numbers. So... How many of each of your species are there left?"
Livia didn't want to look up but she could feel Mephistopheles gaze on her. "I know you know. Why else would you look to me first?"
"I apologize Miss Ardelean... But I need a number."
Her fingers drummed on the armrest of the chair as she pursed her lips. Livia tried to keep her calm but inside her heart was fighting to break through her ribcage. It was like giving breath to the truth made it feel all too real. She didn't want to dignify it by speaking it. She moved her hands to her lap when they began to tremble. Livia didn't want to look weak or frightened in front of the other leaders. She didn't want to be seen as a bad leader. Liv has been doing everything she can to try to keep the Shifters alive. "For the love of God..." She began to bounce her crossed leg as she clenched her jaw. "... One hundred... Maybe One hundred and fifty if you include elderly, or recently matured."
Livia's gaze was fixed on her hands. She focused on her breathing as she tried not to get too upset. She wanted to cry, scream and more than anything her inner beast was banging at the cage, fighting to get out.
Mephistopheles nodded his head towards Livia, then wrote down what she said. He then looked up expectantly as he waited. "Look... I know that giving me a number makes this all too real. But, we all need to know where we stand. For the fallen angels we have 20, maybe... And that's including Lucifer himself." He gave a sighed as he marked down his own species then took a drink of wine. Unfortunate that alcohol did nothing for him.