Amanda lounged along a bench gracing the halls of the Ministry of Magic. Apollo coiled beneath her, wrapped three times around the length of the bench. She sighed, bored out of her red head. The wand that she had been given worked well enough for her, but she didn't like the oak length. She had no specific reason except it didn't feel right. She hiked a leg up onto the bench and laid back on it, letting her head and hair dangle down. The upsidedown world was just as boring as the upright one. But. But but but.
"Apollo, darling, is that the werewolf?" The snake hissed affirmation, so Amanda waved.
"Sooo-ren! Hi there darlin', come to alleviate me of my tedious day?"
Post by Soren Shepard on Mar 14, 2011 18:53:57 GMT -8
When he heard his name called his head snapped in the direction of the benches lining the hall. It took him a small moment to recognize that the voice belonged to a new extremal new face among the Death Eaters and gave a small smirk. He eye the snake coiled around her feet with a mixed look of respect and genuine curiosity. He wasn't afraid of it by any means, he just had a healthy respect for other hunters. Turning his attention back to the woman replied to the woman's question with a curious note, "I'm sure I have no idea of what you're talking about. What are you doing here anyway? I'm sure your companion would much rather be elsewhere."
He chuckled at the thought of being elsewhere. Soren hated the Ministry with a passion and had he not needed to stop in each time he returned from Scotland he wouldn't have been caught within 50 miles of the place. Really the less he had to deal with these humans in particular the better. Silently hoping he wouldn't be detained for long (he had to meet up with Maeve within the hour) he let his gaze setting on his fellow Death Eater, his nose subconsciously memorizing her scent.
Amanda waved a hand at him coquettishly and giggled. Apollo, however, wanted a closer look at the man, so he uncoiled his eighteen feet of body and began inspecting the werewolf.
"Oh silly boy...surely you've heard the edict that I'm not to leave the building yet? My Lord Williams thins that I am to be a target of the Order, and so, like a good hidden dagger, I'm to remain in the sheath until ready to strike. Oh fun fact...did you know that snakes can lift a third of their bodies off the floor? Apollo is demonstrating!"
The anaconda was indeed holding six feet of his enormous girth off the floor, eye to eye with the Death Eater. He flicked a tongue out and hissed, displaying his characteristic double row of teeth that his family of snakes displayed.
Amanda giggled again, and looked at the snake. "Yes, he's a predator too...and we'll allow him to hunt in our territory. Actually, he hunts different prey, so don't worry."
She flashed a smile at Soren and moved her feet so that there was room on the bench.
"Sorry about that, Apollo was worried that you were moving in on our territory. Silly baby thinks that he's replaceable, and mommy's little angel most certainly is not!" She cooed at the snake and sratched his back. The monstrous reptile lowered his body and rested his head on her stomach.
Post by Soren Shepard on Mar 14, 2011 19:30:03 GMT -8
Honestly Soren wasn't sure what to think of this human woman. She smelled different then the others that he'd worked with over the past year, and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why. He remained calm and rather indifferent, but still presenting an air of authority as the snake began its cursory inspection of him. As the woman spoke again he couldn't help but chuckle. "Ah yes, I've heard of you...the alpha's secret weapon, though I don't know your name even though you seem to know mine..." he trailed off when the anaconda rose, coming eye level with him. Rather the step back the Garou held his ground, eyes narrowing and taking on a slight reddish hue. If this snake wanted a fight for dominance it would get more then it bargained for, that Soren was sure of. When the snake had the gall to bare its teeth, he returned the favor, showing his own sharp white fangs, a low growl escaping from the back of his throat.
When his fellow Death Eater removed her feet from the bench and spoke in some sort of language he didn't understand he couldn't help but be cautious. The snake, Apollo he thought she mentioned, seemed to understand what she was talking about and when it backed off he allowed himself to relax slightly. "I have no plans on taking your territory so have no fear, not that you could stop my pack if we desired it. We are content in our ancestors homeland." He couldn't help but internally scoff at the notion. No Garou pack worth anything would move into an area so infested with humans and half breeds, unless the were a Gnawer and that wasn't saying much. After a slight hesitation his slowly and cautiously joined the woman on the bench. At her query he cracked a slightly fanged grin. "I hunt all manner of things, mostly wild game and the like but lately I have grown accustomed to the taste of Rebel... You hunt as well?"
The girl sat up and hugged her knees. Her snake barely had tome to move before getting squished.
"Small prey? No offense, dear, but...booooriiiiing. I used to hunt Death Eaters, but the Boss gave me a deal...and it was a very, very, very, very good deal. See...I used to have to live on the underbelly, scrabbling at the bottom...I killed, and was blamed for striking out like any snake in a corner would do...but the Boss sees talent, and knows how to use it...so here we are, eh? Amanda, by the way..."
She had fixed her unblinking hazel eyes on Soren's shoulder. Apollo had heard things about the werewolf, and had relayed them to her. She knew, especially only five days from the full moon that she shouldn't meet him eye to eye. Instead, as a beta, eye to shoulder.
Post by Soren Shepard on Mar 14, 2011 20:13:55 GMT -8
He cocked his head to the side in a curious manner unsure if he should be insulted that she said his prey was small and boring. In his mind it didn't matter what the prey was, only the thrill of the hunt and the satisfaction of the capture mattered. He supposed he still had lots to learn about the wizarding world and its inhabitants. "Hmmm, yes deals can be good no? Though I don't understand why you would be blamed for a kill. Obviously the weaker one didn't survive, as it should be. I hardly see that as reason to ridicule you."
He turned himself sideways on the bench so he was facing Amanda, pulling his legs up so he was sitting comfortable cross-legged. A slight grin tugged at the sides of his mouth when he noticed she would not meet his gaze. She knew of pack customs? How interesting. He offered a slightly clawed hand to her when she offered her name. "Amanda is it?" he quipped, committing the name to memory. "Nice to finally put a name to the face...I'm Soren, but you already knew that."
She touched his hand softly and wrapped the limb back around her knees. She cocked her head at Soren and explained her situation.
"I was a slave...and I killed my masters. They were purebloods, and I, muggleborn. How would you feel, Soren, if one of your packmates was killed by a dog? Would you take it into your pack, or kill it? Even if, by your logic, the dog must have been stronger than your packmate, I doubt you would let it live long. I'm the bitch that killed a pureblood, and this pack still let me in in the hopes I'll do it again."
She smiled winningly and held a hand out. Apollo rested his head on her hand.
Post by Soren Shepard on Mar 14, 2011 21:06:22 GMT -8
He out right laughed at the ridiculousness of her statement. A Garou, a Spiral non the less, be taken out by a mere dog? Not in this life time nor the next. Taken out by a rival Garou, tribe or pack, yes...and on rare occasion when a Garou was careless a half breed might win out, but not a lowly mongrel dog. "It would never happen so your scenario is flawed," he stated matter of factly. "And if, and I stress if it were to happen that Garou would be lucky to have the mongrel kill him, lest the pack rip him apart for his glaring weakness. To me it sounds as if you challenged and won your current station...it is normal for that to happen. It's possible I don't understand though... I have much to learn about your kind it seems."
Amanda shrugged and grinned. Quriking her head to one side, she admitted her scenario wasn't the best.
"True...your people honor strength more than humans do, and that sounds like a society I'd be better suited to live within. However, the fact still remains that I was a Nothing and I killied not one, but two Somethings. I know Teague still doesn't trust me...he was one assigned to hunt me down that night and I led him on such a MERRY chase...I've not even seen Larson since then...I'm betting that as soon as I do see her, she'll have her pretty little knife at my throat."
The girl grinned madly at the prospect. The madness faded from her quickly though and she returned to a soft smile at the thought of tweaking her former hunters' tails. She wasn't as wild as she used to be a mere what...ten days ago? But she WAS far more cunning. In her opinion, Williams made her a better predator. Less likely to dash off wildly after prey now, she was more patient and more lethal because of it. That was why he was the Boss.
Post by Soren Shepard on Mar 15, 2011 10:34:25 GMT -8
The Garou chuckled as Amanda continued on suggesting that perhaps she would be better suited to a packs lifestyle. Interesting. Strength and cunning was everything in the pack. On misstep and it was guaranteed someone would be there to challenge your place. Honestly he still couldn't see what the problem was with killing 2 somebodies as she put it. Shrugging he let it go, deciding it was something that would most likely remain beyond his understanding.
"I've yet to really deal with either Larson or MacTail outside of meetings and the occasional job or two. From what little I know of them they seem to be pretty good at what they do...of course I'm better." He grinned a toothily at his own comment. Yup his nose was far, far superior.
"Oh aye, they're good enough, and you may be better, but I've yet to see any go as desperate and mad as I am wont to do..."
She faded as she spoke, eyes going distant. Like some dark, repressed memory, thoughts of a month previous-or was it a month and a half?- rose in her head. Blasting a hole in the wall to crawl through? Pretending exhaustion to get closer to her goal? Biting someone? She wasn't afraid of acting on desperation. Her biggest problem and greatest asset was that she didn't know when to give up.
Post by Soren Shepard on Mar 15, 2011 11:03:05 GMT -8
"Some would say everyone has a tendency to drop into madness at some point. It's what you do with that madness that's key right? And how crazy to you get? As mad as a Garou under the light of a moon? Now that would be something to see..."
His eyes narrowed slightly as Amanda seemed to drift off into some memory or another. Perhaps she was as crazy as the rumors said. Not that that was necessarily a bad thing in his mind. Crazy people did have a tendency to do the unthinkable and that would keep everyone on their toes. he waited a few moments in silence before he began to get fidgety. Rolling onto his feet so he was in a comfortable crouch he gave his fellow Death Eater a sharp poke in the shoulder. "You're drifting...I'm not that boring am I?" he chided.
The poke spawned a flurry of motion from the girl. Almost instantly, she had rolled herself off the bench and into a crouch with her wand pointed at the Garou. Apollo had also raised himself up and was poised to strike. Light and awareness came back to the girl and she dropped the aggressive stance, giggling.
"So sorry...I'm not a safe person to surprise...not unlike a rattlesnake...decapitate it and it will still try to bite and all that." She stood and then sat back down on the bench. Apollo relaxed down upon her lap and oozed over towards Soren, putting his head on the Death Eater's knee.
"You're not that boring, love...I just have a tendency to fall between the cracks of my memories."
Post by Soren Shepard on Mar 16, 2011 17:49:34 GMT -8
At the flurry of motion his light hearted touch sparked Soren wasn't quite sure what to think. It wasn't like he was attacking or anything. However when the anaconda poised itself to strike, the young Garou pushed himself backward, sliding off the end of the bench in order to make some distance. Soren was very aware at how quick a snake could strike and he wasn't about to see if his own reflexes would be fast enough to dodge. He barred his own fangs in retaliation, eyes turning a deep crimson as he prepared himself to spring. Not only was the snake a concern but so was the woman, who had at some point drawn her wand. But no sooner had he prepared himself to spring, Amanda dropped her wand and aggressive stance. Soren narrowed his eyes uncertain as the witch giggled, unsure if she was trying to lull him into a false sense of security.
As Amanda offered a explanation of her actions. He nodded tentatively his understanding as he hopped back up on the bench, resuming his cross-legged position. A low warning growl was issued though when the snake began making its way toward him. Not that it would have mattered as Apollo didn't seem to care. Soren stiffened and kept and eye on him as it came to a stop just in front of his current position and placed its head on his knee. "Not boring? Well that's a good thing then. Zoning out doesn't seem all that productive though...and rather, I dunno, boring," he teased, a small smirk forming. "Your companion here, Apollo....he's with you all the time?" Soren reached out and carefully ran a hand down the snakes body. Hard to believe so much power was lurking just beneath the surface of those shinny scales. Then again maybe it wasn't so hard to believe, at first glace Soren had to admit he did come off as a lanky 20 year old, hardly worth anyones consideration...
An odd look spread across Amanda's face and her grin froze in place. The manic, doll-like expression melted after several seconds and, for all appearances, she was normal again.
"I 've suffered from multiple personality disorder. 'Zoning out' as you term it tends to be an incident of a repressed personality trying to surface. So, while it may be boring for most people, its more akin to a mental struggle, or a dominance fight, for me."
She watched Soren's hand caress the anaconda. A small, proud smile graced her face.
"Everywhere except Lord Williams' presence, but even then my baby is always close. He gets transfigured into a necklace whenever he is not desired in all of his beautiful glory...so...in public transit, or in the presence of the Boss....you know how it is."
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