Post by Oriana on Feb 23, 2013 20:17:47 GMT -5
Honesty was a bitter medicine. Sometimes it was more worthy to cut straight and that is why Oriana had opted to be frank. Well that and the part of her being far to tired to care about minding words. She looked at Magda and granted a chuckle. Angels aren’t to be trusted… true as statement can be. It was good that they agreed on that. Woman of the Manor was a mystery to her aside official business and what she could hear from those who found themselves there. While she had never heard anything wrong in particular Oriana was not the type to trust. Crystal even didn’t have her trust though considering she knew the woman for a decade it might have been a good call. Kragarian’s were wild, only surface appeared to be human and belong to civilization. It’s what her time with Strike taught her.
Was she any better?
Between Angels and Vampires, Werewolves and humans she became a creature distant from anything and anyone. Her task was Haven and Haven took up all that was left empty in that decade. Time and thoughts belong to it. Haven was her obsession and while she has lived up to the role, she also was torn inside wanting the loner life again. Unstable… who was stable these days? Least in case of mortal’s death was eminent to end it and erase accumulated scars.
“Hidden… that’s where we disagree Magdalene. I think it’s the elephant in the room we do not mention… not officially.” She paused after chuckling at the words. “Manor has treated mortals well, far as I hear, and therefore the Manor is not considered enemy to Haven. We cannot accept immortals without reason but we can offer you food and other aid.” Oriana added a smirk to the words but before her eyes could turn to Magda she heard change in Strike’s cell and got up in a second.
Oriana’s face was washed with surprise and for a second, a mere breath of time, there was a glint in her eyes when words began to form and she heard the accent, thicker and rougher than long ago. In that moment her heart pulsed happily only to become dulled down in next moment and her eyes narrow. Growl. Inside she fumed as a dormant volcano before explosion. Thankfully she was a human that learned to keep rage on leash, at least while others were around. Magda was at the bars and while she wanted to come close, Oriana didn’t interfere and simply stared with violet eyes set on Strike.
“What happened?” two words in that question were said in a whisper but filled with demand. There was no gentle or sweet tone in them while she looked intensely at the one they once called Alpha of Alphas.
Was she any better?
Between Angels and Vampires, Werewolves and humans she became a creature distant from anything and anyone. Her task was Haven and Haven took up all that was left empty in that decade. Time and thoughts belong to it. Haven was her obsession and while she has lived up to the role, she also was torn inside wanting the loner life again. Unstable… who was stable these days? Least in case of mortal’s death was eminent to end it and erase accumulated scars.
“Hidden… that’s where we disagree Magdalene. I think it’s the elephant in the room we do not mention… not officially.” She paused after chuckling at the words. “Manor has treated mortals well, far as I hear, and therefore the Manor is not considered enemy to Haven. We cannot accept immortals without reason but we can offer you food and other aid.” Oriana added a smirk to the words but before her eyes could turn to Magda she heard change in Strike’s cell and got up in a second.
Oriana’s face was washed with surprise and for a second, a mere breath of time, there was a glint in her eyes when words began to form and she heard the accent, thicker and rougher than long ago. In that moment her heart pulsed happily only to become dulled down in next moment and her eyes narrow. Growl. Inside she fumed as a dormant volcano before explosion. Thankfully she was a human that learned to keep rage on leash, at least while others were around. Magda was at the bars and while she wanted to come close, Oriana didn’t interfere and simply stared with violet eyes set on Strike.
“What happened?” two words in that question were said in a whisper but filled with demand. There was no gentle or sweet tone in them while she looked intensely at the one they once called Alpha of Alphas.