Introductions

[Lovely]

September 10, 2007
Follows: Family


Ariane was shocked as heck to come home, to Marc's home and find the group of spawn there.

Offers her a 'safe' drink from a bottle she'd recognize. "Darling... we have guests.. hope it's not a bother," *mutters* "..since they seem to be staying... indefinitely."

Pulls her knives out and thrusts them towards him. "These need to be cleaned.. would you give me a hand?" A big hint for him to come into the other room with her, as she looks over the 'people' in his living room.

"Hmm.. yes, they do... thoroughly cleaned," he hummed, giving her a look of lost frustration though his voice didn't betray that. "You lot, stay here, play nice and don't set fire to anything, alright? Good, thank you. Sit... stay..." He rolled his eyes and grabbed her wrist gently, "Come on."

She glanced back at the others as he lead her off, fighting her first urge to be 'defiant' and pull her wrist from his grasp. Instead she let him hold onto her and followed him closely, nearly leaning against him as the went out of view from the strangers.

"Do me a favor and cut my arm. I'll explain in a moment," he said, stopping out of their view. If he was in any way going to control them, he needed to entice them somehow to pay attention and he could smell the annoyance in Ariane's scent already. He grinned. "It will certainly make us both feel better." He spoke louder with the kindest respect to her now, ensuring, he hoped, that they understood her place as well, beside him, with equal control. "What have we got planned tonight? Hunting, glory, feasting well?"

She glanced at him and then at his arm, motioning as if to ask how much he wanted her to slice. "I already went.. hunting.." She lowered her voice a little, glancing at him, unsure still how he felt about her hunting like she did. Especially going off on her own and not telling him where she'd be or knowing if she'd come back. Ari wondered if he worried about her in that way.

"Ah yes, I was detained by a visitor. It won't happen again," he said loudly with the grin in his voice, waiting for her blade. He held his arm out, stoic and insistent. It didn't matter how deep or how much as long as it bled well enough for the scent to carry. His other hand reached to the sink, turning the faucet on full. He whispered close to her ear over the hiss of the water. "More than just a visitor. We need to get them to sleep... soon... and we need to talk."

It was sort of like a flinch in response to what he said as her arm jerked and her knife cut deeply into his arm. "I see." She spoke quietly, looking to his face rather than the bloody knife or his arm.

He leaned down to kiss her rather than seethe against the pain he'd asked for. That moment transferred into a very sweet 'thank you' over her lips. "Not detained in that way - like I said, we need to talk," he whispered, pulling away with smouldering eyes as he flexed his hand for the blood to race down the length of his arm. "They need to understand me, and who you are or there's going to be a great deal of trouble going forward. Hungry?" He offered her the scent to follow to lick in front of their 'audience' ... a necessary show.

Her eyes narrowed on him for a brief moment as if wanting to say something but growling softly and turning her gaze back to his arm. She suddenly felt as though she'd not eaten for days and her hand was quick to grasp his wrist and lift his arm so she could lap at the blood that flowed from the wound. Her knife dropped to the counter as her tongue licked over him and tenderly tickled his wound as she helped it to heal.

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He tugged gently to draw her with him back into sight of the others, more to see that they were mostly behaving. They could likely hear everything that was said anyway, but he tried. The point he hoped to make was they were together and in charge, unafraid of pain - feeling it or inflicting it. "Gently. Plenty more, very soon, I promise," he whispered, curling lovingly to her neck. He couldn't help the marvelous sensations her healing tongue sent through him, no matter what show he was trying to put on.

Ari growled gently, nearly playfully as she pulled away from his arm, curling hers around his waist and standing against him as her heated gaze came to his face. "We're hungry." She murmured softly with several meanings in that one small statement. The way she pressed against him he'd feel her warmth, the swell of her tummy that was becoming ripe with child.

A shimmer of red warned through his gaze as he nodded. "Yes, we are," he agreed, feeling her warmth and sharing his own. His hand raked gently up her back to hold her close as he cast a similar warning glance to the others that they could be snacks as well as students and children. "Know it and understand that you do not interfere," he spat at the gruesome five, not expecting them to cower. He held out his injured arm to show the mark that still dripped then gave it to her. "She is queen here and you will honor her."

Ember was paying the most attention out of the five and she watched in near wonder at the interaction. As Marcus spoke she pouted and sighed, turning away with her arms folded. "I want Doyle."

Ari watched him, learning as much herself as the others were in these moments. He still had much to explain to her about them, but she followed along with his lead for now, not voicing her questions yet. Her hunger or maybe it was the hunger of the pup in her belly, had her taking his offered arm more eagerly as he brought it back to her. Her fingers curled into his shirt from the arm that was still wrapped around him.

"Shh," he hissed sharply at Ember. "You weren't asked what you want. She is saited first as am I, then you will be treated as we determine. You will tell us who and what Doyle is and we will tell you whether we want for you to want him, understand?"

"No." She spoke softly, the only of the siblings with a real soul -the only one to feel the ache and love and been close enough to kiss death. ".. not Doyle.. you can't. Ember is Doyle's.." She motioned with her hands to explain that they were connected.. one. "It was before you.. it is.. it doesn't change.." She wasn't really looking at them, sort of out in the distance, grasping for words to explain what she was trying to. "Death and rebirth.. souls.. Doyle had the souls.. Ember's soul was gone.. taken back.. Ember was dying.. forgetting... Doyle fixed it.. made her better.. brought her here to get her a new soul.. Ember is Doyle's.."

Marc wasn't going to begin to soften the blow or begin to understand the girl's ramblings, not in front of the others. Her words were heard, however. "Sit and wait," he sneered. "Any other.. issues? You..," he steered the glare at Al next, the quiet one with molten silver eyes. "I suppose you 'want' something, too?"

Al smiled and his eyes flickered to Ari and then back to Marc. "Sure.. for my sister not to be crazy anymore.. but I think it might be permanent.. other than that.. for my brothers to stop breaking my toys.. I don't see that happening either.. So, nah I'm good."

"Your toys?" Marc laughed, understanding that clearly enough after what Biff had broken of his, not that he cared now with Ari here. "Good boy," he nodded with an equally cold sneer, turning his attention to the mark on his arm. "Come closer," he whispered to Ari now that the wound was sealed. He wanted to taste her on his tongue to keep him fired up enough to move on.

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Al reached behind the couch to grab Ember who was staring into the shadows in the corner and not sitting down. He pulled his beautiful blonde sister over the back of the couch and into his lap with a slight grunt as she landed. "He said sit.." He murmured softly in her ear, she nodded absently as if she'd not known that before. "Oh." Was all the reply she gave as she continued to stare off silently. Al sighed, sometimes it was just no use talking to her, though she had gotten better she still seemed more aware when Doyle was around rather than when he wasn't. The twins Carrion and Cruelty sat on the floor one on each side of his legs and Pyre perched on the arm of the couch, looking around the room with a bored expression.

Marc sighed, curling close into Ariane's attention and ignoring the others a moment though aware if they moved or made so much as a yawn. "Ember... aware and she has a soul, isn't that ... charming? Alchemy... smart boy... I might decide I like him. The others... ahem... the -others- should introduce themselves," he said, turning a cold glare to Cruelty first to keep the tousled headed brunette from boring himself into a puddle of drool on the floor.

Ari came closer at his command, watching the others as well as him, she was lost in many ways and allowing him to lead. She had to bite her tongue to keep from questioning everything, trusting that he would explain and answer later. She curled with him, nuzzling his neck and nipping at him lightly.

The twin to the right of Al's leg looked up from carving into his own leg with a sharp nail and glanced around, then motioned to himself as if realizing he was supposed to speak now. He leaned towards his twin and whispered. "Didn't mom tell him our names?" The other twin motioned towards Ari. "She wasn't there.." Cruelty nodded and then looked back to Ari and Marc, smiling a little. "I'm Cruelty.. his twin, as much as we can be in a litter." He pointed to Carrion and shrugged. "In case the looking alike didn't give it away.. and hey.. are you going to have a litter? You think you'll have more than five?"

"Sit," Marc said flatly. "We are and we'll have what we have and you will treat him, her or them with respect. You next, tell her your name, out with it. I'm getting tired of this."

He arched a brow and looked down at the floor he sat on wondering where he was supposed to sit, since he was already. He just sort of shrugged and stayed where he was. Carrion watched his brother for a moment and then looked back to Marc and Ari. "Carrion.. " He said with a little gesture of his fingers as if waving.

"Thank you. You...," he turned their attention finally to Pyre, narrowing his gaze on the quiet one. "Get it over with. Introductions and foolish desires... speak," he said, droning in a tired fashion as if annoyed, though his heart raced quietly to end the charade and return to the treasured lappings that had distracted him. His hand gripped tenderly to Ari's side, wanting to wish them all away and enjoy her company unhindered, but that wasn't likely to happen.

"There are no foolish desires.. only fools who desire." She replied quietly, tipping her head to the side to gaze at the two and then she mirrored his sneer. "Pyre.. " Her hand motioned softly to herself but other than that she remained still.