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Post by Circe on Jan 22, 2020 20:04:44 GMT -6
"I am well aware of it what they planned, Emily was my daughter." Catherine replied her voice cold and flat. It wasn't widely known that she had been married to Izaak, as the two understood very well the amount of protection necessary to keep their daughters and later their nephew safe. Neither had exactly made friends in their respective careers, and even more so given their current roles as the District Attorney and Warden turned Principessa of the Dragon Court. Where as Izaak had little actual power to back up a threat, Catherine had it and then some.
"And I no longer claim Betrando, his gluttony was his downfall. But I don't expect a wolf, muchless one without magic, to understand the nature of the ritual."
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Post by demikara on Jan 22, 2020 20:09:24 GMT -6
"Then you are well aware that Emily was there willingly. It's a dangerous transition. I don't force it on anyone." And he wasn't about to either. If she hadn't been willing, she could have stopped it if she had only spoken up. He couldn't read mind after all. "And yes, I am aware of the ritual. The ritual does not change the fact that you raised the boy, apparently to be a murderer. How many did he kill before he was caught?" He didn't know the exact number after all, though he was willing to be it was non-trivial. After all, the ritual had been a serious thing.
"I'm sorry for your losses though. Two children so close to each other must be hard, after all." And one of them was her own doing, as far as he was concerned. Brandon had been a murderer for some time, possibly since he became a vampire, possibly longer. There was no telling unless he confessed.
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Post by Circe on Jan 26, 2020 12:04:20 GMT -6
"Do not speak to me of danger or what you percieved O'Hara." Catherine replied coldly. Emily had insisted that if she were to do this one last thing, then the boy would stay with her. She had foolishly thought that that was the answer to all of life's problems, to bend her will to others. Emily had been blinded by a boy who had claimed to love her, and had made any number of promises that had quickly faded with her youth and life. It had been a tragic and avoidable loss had they known just what exactly was happening when they weren't looking.
"How many have you killed Michael? How many have met their untimely end in the jaws of your wolf? Answer me carefully, as this is no longer about something the court has swiftly dealt with." She added. The wolves were just as much preditors and hunters as the vampires, and despite one believing themselves better than the other, they both needed food of a sort to survive.
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Post by demikara on Jan 26, 2020 13:47:16 GMT -6
"The pack exclusively hunts animals, principessa. We abide by the rules the council set forth." There wasn't supposed to be killing of humans after all. Animals were an entirely different creature however, and some humans were little better than animals. As far as he was concerned, he had only ever killed animals. "The only time a human is bitten is to change them over." And that was that. Otherwise, humans were off limits. That wasn't to say there weren't human killers among them.
But they were rare. It wouldn't due for some fool to get over excited and the entire pack to be found out, after all. So he was careful that never happened. "And you, principessa? How many have died because of your blood lust? How many have died because of yours fangs? The boy had to learn it from somewhere after all."
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Post by Circe on Jan 26, 2020 15:39:21 GMT -6
"Blessedly few in the last two thousand years." Catherine answered plainly and truthfully. She wasn't one who killed for the sake of entertainment, to scratch some abhorrent itch, or because she simply didn't care what happened. Catherine had been raised better than that, the fae understood the need for others to survive, but held life as sacred and not to be abused. "You are getting old O'Hara, a dog begins to decline in so many years after all." If he wasn't going to hold his tongue, then she wasn't either.
So far Catherine had yet to react or lower herself to his level. She knew he didn't like being there as much as she didn't like speaking with him. Neutral ground wouldn't have made any bit of difference, Catherine wasn't likely to give an inch as much as O'Hara wasn't.
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Post by demikara on Jan 26, 2020 17:52:00 GMT -6
"And you're stating a simple fact. I'm a werewolf; we age." That was the simple truth. "Whoever my successor is will be excellent, I'm sure." He had an eye on a few different possibilities actually, but wasn't sure if any of them would suit. In the end, so long as they were good to the pack, he'd be content. Of course, he'd also be dead, so that was that. "I'm equally sure that you look forward to the day I am replaced." He wasn't looking forward to it, but his affairs were in order at least, and the next pack leader would have everything needed for the running of the pack. What more could he ask for, really?
"I am done here, Principessa." He stood and stretched. "Your daughter knew the possibilities when she made her decision. It is hardly my fault she didn't make the transition, though I am sorry for your loss. The pack mourned for her."
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Post by Circe on Jan 27, 2020 13:42:40 GMT -6
"I hardly look forward to anyone's death Alpha O'Hara, the fae teach better than that." Catherine disagreed. The two didn't exactly get along, but only once had it ever come close to blows. It was a small miracle that that hadn't happened this time.
"But if you are done, someone will see you out." Michael O'Hara hadn't gotten what he wanted, despite hounding the court for weeks for the meeting. Catherine had little intent to promise anything to the werewolf and his pack, and had absolutely no intention of telling Tyrus what to do. That was yet another way that led to insanity, and she very much preferred to not go there.
But she also found it hard to believe that they had even mourned Emily's death. No one had shown at the memorial or day of the funeral, that alone told her volumes.
"Remember, O'Hara, I promised you nothing. If the aggressions continue against my court, family, or even my officers I can only say that we must respond in kind." Catherine informed the other as she stood and called for an attendant to see him out. She would not be kind and pull her punches as she had in the past. The majority of the court could care for itself, but any threat to her family or the officers she oversaw would be taken seriously.
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