Post by Fierro Darque on Apr 26, 2009 19:13:56 GMT -8
Wednesday.
July 14th, 2010.
Though there had been no plan set, Fierro was on fire. Speaking with two men who saw eye to eye with him when it came to overthrowing the empowered regime of Williams at the ball made him so riled up it almost made him crazy. Viridian Manor was behind him as he set out to meet with Trevor at the offices, a place he was allowed to visit him since he was of course, his second-in-command.
Internally, Fierro was scoffing, damning the thought of being underneath the power of Williams at all. Death Eaters now were becoming part of an intricate web of political intrigue, deceit and treachery were the tricks of the trade. This amused him some, mostly because he was one of the oldest of the Death Eater ranks, and by far the most experienced. If deceit and treachery were what it took, one might actually call him king. Fierro did, after all, lead a double life when he was married to the auror Alexandra Winter. The two bore a child, who also became an auror, Kara. All the while, he turned to the dark side, faked his own death and even killed his own wife. To this day, he had some regrets, like killing his beloved. However, he did have little remorse considering the fact that she had a sordid affair with Sirius Black, hid the true paternity of their child and lied to his face. Til death did they part, and sure enough they did.
Adjusting his coat before stepping into Puxley Manor, Fierro grinned to himself, then cleared his throat. All clues that he might be staging a coup must be wiped from his mind. He would want to raise no suspicion, especially around Trevor. Once he would be suspected, there was no telling what kind of action would be taken. Anything that ended in death, surely.
Trotting up the steps, Fierro coyly nodded to the help and strode down the long hallway until he reached the office of his own, and unbeknownst rival, Trevor Williams. Why he had been summoned was unknown, something that Trevor rarely did to any of the officers of his Court. Knocking slightly on the door before turning the knob and pushing past it, Fierro discovered a quiet office, an eerily silent stage for a scene he could not predict. Trevor’s chair was facing the back wall, so he wasn’t exactly sure if Trevor was even here at all.
It wasn’t until he sniffed the air that he realized he was not alone. Indeed, a powerful presence was nearby.
”You called for me, Sir?”
Ugh. SIR. Fierro hated addressing this man as his superior.
July 14th, 2010.
Though there had been no plan set, Fierro was on fire. Speaking with two men who saw eye to eye with him when it came to overthrowing the empowered regime of Williams at the ball made him so riled up it almost made him crazy. Viridian Manor was behind him as he set out to meet with Trevor at the offices, a place he was allowed to visit him since he was of course, his second-in-command.
Internally, Fierro was scoffing, damning the thought of being underneath the power of Williams at all. Death Eaters now were becoming part of an intricate web of political intrigue, deceit and treachery were the tricks of the trade. This amused him some, mostly because he was one of the oldest of the Death Eater ranks, and by far the most experienced. If deceit and treachery were what it took, one might actually call him king. Fierro did, after all, lead a double life when he was married to the auror Alexandra Winter. The two bore a child, who also became an auror, Kara. All the while, he turned to the dark side, faked his own death and even killed his own wife. To this day, he had some regrets, like killing his beloved. However, he did have little remorse considering the fact that she had a sordid affair with Sirius Black, hid the true paternity of their child and lied to his face. Til death did they part, and sure enough they did.
Adjusting his coat before stepping into Puxley Manor, Fierro grinned to himself, then cleared his throat. All clues that he might be staging a coup must be wiped from his mind. He would want to raise no suspicion, especially around Trevor. Once he would be suspected, there was no telling what kind of action would be taken. Anything that ended in death, surely.
Trotting up the steps, Fierro coyly nodded to the help and strode down the long hallway until he reached the office of his own, and unbeknownst rival, Trevor Williams. Why he had been summoned was unknown, something that Trevor rarely did to any of the officers of his Court. Knocking slightly on the door before turning the knob and pushing past it, Fierro discovered a quiet office, an eerily silent stage for a scene he could not predict. Trevor’s chair was facing the back wall, so he wasn’t exactly sure if Trevor was even here at all.
It wasn’t until he sniffed the air that he realized he was not alone. Indeed, a powerful presence was nearby.
”You called for me, Sir?”
Ugh. SIR. Fierro hated addressing this man as his superior.