Turf Troubles between Dragons and Wolves Part 2 - RPLOG
Participants
Date
13/12/2015
Log
Ohgodwhydoesthisalwayshappentoher? Nekura should probably be used to it though since it seems things always deteriorate for one reason or another. With the others not seeming too interested in her the dragoness goes to do what she thinks is best and attempts to meekly cling to the leg of the male who was ogling her. While he might not be showing interest in mounting her his attention was good enough reason for her to do it.
Vayne gets hoisted into the air without even bothering to try and dodge or evade. In the flurry of motion Vayne takes advantage of the dragoness looking away and one hand draws a weapon from her waist. The movement is so quick and minor and the rest of her body language so languid the draw gets lost in the bustle of her being lifted upwards. She dangles there, feet off the ground, her expression one not of anger or fear but of mild bemusement as if she finds the dragonesses behavior whimsically humorous in her ignorance of just exactly who she was fucking with. "I meant no disrespect, an intention I am rapidly deciding is not a mutual one." She raises her voice to carry as the other dragons draw down and move forward. "HOLD! And Listen.." Her voice carries an edge of command like someone that is used to having their instructions followed. "Right now the only one of you at risk of ending up being delivered to Lord Bah-HEN-mut in very small and painful pieces is this handsy bitch right here." At this point the dragoness feels the barrel of a very large shotgun being pressed up against the underside of her jaw. "If a single one of you lays so much as a finger on my friends, two things will happen. First you go on my list, Second this uppity cunt gets to find out whether or not nanites can reassemble a brain that's been scattered over two thirds of Falcon street." Her voice drops down a bit still audible but now clearly addressed to the dragoness. "Now this is what is going to happen, you are going to set me down, march your scaly black ass up that tower and tell Lord Bahenmut that Captain Vayne wishes to speak with him. You will command your men to show more respect than you have and you will do it in the next ten seconds. If you are lucky, and your lord requests it, I /might/ decide to overlook this disrespect. Otherwise I am going to do your lord the favor of removing a particularly disrespectful and tragically stupid subordinate from his ranks." The air is crisply cut by the sound of a hammer being drawn back. "Have I made myself perfectly clear?" her hand strays over her shoulder to rest on the hilt of her saber. "Little pro-tip, the correct answer is 'Yes Ma'am."
Myung's jaw hangs open, eyes darting between the dragon and Vayne in the exchange. He swallowed the lump in his throat and fought back the impulse to attack - or run - or make any sudden movement, instead just choosing to watch, gauging the expressions of the armed dragons carefully.
Simenio goes... wide eyed for a moment as Vayne is lifted off of the ground, and... well, the dragoness' orders certainly don't do anything to calm his nerves. judging by the look in his eyes, and the way his legs were tensed up, he was ready to dash off at any moment. He scans the gathering crowd of dragons, searching for any possible openings that he could slip through, in the event that he needed to escape. His ears flick a bit when he heard Vayne speaking, and a brief glance is thrown back to her and the dragoness that was currenly holding her up. When she finishes speaking, all that can be heard out of the feline is a mumbles, "I r-reeeeally hope Vayne's plan works...." He takes a few steps back and taps Myung on the shoulder, since his other two comrades were... a bit busy right now, leaning in to whisper something to the Coyote that none of the nearby dragons should be able to hear. "If w-worse comes to worst, I'm going t-to attempt to get to the Bloodfangs and s-see if I can... somehow convince th-them to attack the dragons.... Feel fr-free to come with me if y-you'd like, but... be ready to r-run at a moment's notice...."
The Dragoness's eyes can be seen buldging in their sockets, wide open in disbelief. While the threat was very clear, she wasn't fully convinced of his orders. "Cassor, your in charge..." She slowly, carefully says, her jaw not moving that much to avoid causing the shotgun to go off. For all her vaunted power and position, even she wasn't completely stupid. A shotgun blast at that range was sure to ruin someone's day. The Dragon in question, the one that Nekura was now latching herself to the leg of, blinked and nodded.
"You heard Captain Hestis." He said, her focus on Nekura turning from mild interest to now disappointment as he attempted to shake her off.
Slowly, the Dragoness, Hestis apparently, lowered Vayne to the ground, and waited to find out if the shotgun was going to be removed from under her jaw.
Heywait. Nekura makes a :| face suddenly as she hangs onto the male, declaring, "You're not a real shadow dragon, you smell like canine and feel like one too!" Not that she stops hanging onto him though now her attention shifted from hopefulness to avoid harm to keeping him from his likely attempt to flee now that he'd been caught. Angry snuggles.
Through all of that, Vayne's voice remained calm, almost mildly lighthearted, meaning one (at least) of three things, she is as good as she thinks she is, she's a grade A bluff afficiando, or she was a complete and utter mad woman. She looks up at the taller dragon once her feet touch the ground her arm had moved in time with her decent to keep the flint lock sawed off 10 gauge pressed nice and snug against Captain Hestis's neck. Once down she slides the barrel down the dragons chest between her breasts and stomach in sultry fashion before taking a step back, the barrel remaining level. She slowly draws out her sword, an elegant looking thing, a bit long for a cutlass but very sharp and shiney. Once the blade clears the scabbard it crackles sparks and bursts into Azure flame, the licks of fire dancing along the blade in lovely displays as the weapon humms gently, happy to be shown off. Flaming sword in one hand, Sawed off 10 gauge in the other , high heeled boots and a tri-corner hat with feather dancing lightly in the breeze, the tigress certainly knows how to look damn impressive if nothing else. She simply motions with the barrel of her weapon from the dragoness to get on with her duties before turning to the man that had been addressed. "Cassor was it? Pleased to meet you."
Myung perks an ear at Simenio's suggestion, looking about ready to just that - then heaves a sigh of relief as Vayne was lowered to the ground and it seems that he didn't need to. "... I can't believe that worked..." he mutters back, barely above a whisper before straightening his posture and putting on a friendly smile, which curls into a very slight frown at Nekura's rather sudden and peculiar observation, now focusing on Cassor.
