Heels clicked as hips swayed, human façade falling to pieces the closer they got to her room. The halls were virtually empty, only the faint whisper of emotions left from students and staff. Everyone was likely outside doing some daunting little activity or socializing. Kalika couldn’t understand the human need to flock beneath the sun like grazing cattle. Just as slow and coordinated when compared to otherworldly beings. Digits brushed the last of her glamour away as they ran through her hair, the once dull brown locks back to their luscious array.
She tilted her head to glance down the hall, her eyes predominantly gray as they watched Yoko half drag half support the unconscious Puppeteer. After his glorious decorative stunt the bastard had gone and passed out on her. Muscles tensed along her jaw as she watched the other female, studying the girl for a moment. Yoko was an odd sort to say the least. Beautifully innocent and yet Kalika knew there was a beast lurking inside somewhere, she could feel it. Her own monster rumbled in approval and she let out a low curse.
Melody of her heels ceased once she reached the large wooden door of her room. The large cursive ‘K’ boldly ingrained in the surface. Scored by fire she couldn’t help but reach up and slide her nail along its grooves. Something about it reminded her of home, perhaps it was the slight darkening around the edges… like blood crusted on the skin. She pulled away from her thoughts and slid a key free from between her breasts. It was tucked into a leather pouch, a pouch that held more than just her key. A bargain of blood rested against her chest, hidden in the confines of leather. A deal she had made, something she had no real use for. Another story, another time.
Lock clicked and she swung open the door, crimson light filtered through the room like a fog. The Puppeteers doing from so many nights ago. Stepping into the ‘dorm’ she held the door open so that Yoko could drag the man through. Kalika had offered the little monster assistance only to be assured the situation was covered. If Yoko were to enter and bring the Puppeteer with her, Kalika would shut the door behind them. She would leisurely lead Yoko to the bedroom and motion to the large thing. “Just drop him there, my dear. I’ll take care of him…” In a way. Not like the Unseelie would be overly tending to someone she tolerated merely because of a bargain. Then again, she had a fancy for the man and his tricks. A little more power and he could even be useful in her Court.
Silver flashed in her eyes as she smiled towards the girl, holding up a dazzling orb of fruit. Fae Fare. Dangerous stuff. Addicting. Nourishing. Oh how the body craved it after one harmless bite. There it sat upon her palm, the offering of a sinful apple to a naïve Eve. “I appreciate the help.” Sirens lure, heavens song. Yes, Kalika was being a touch charming. “Do let me know if there is anything I can do for you.” An offer of a truce, not friend not enemies. Precariously caught in the middle, still.
She tilted her head to glance down the hall, her eyes predominantly gray as they watched Yoko half drag half support the unconscious Puppeteer. After his glorious decorative stunt the bastard had gone and passed out on her. Muscles tensed along her jaw as she watched the other female, studying the girl for a moment. Yoko was an odd sort to say the least. Beautifully innocent and yet Kalika knew there was a beast lurking inside somewhere, she could feel it. Her own monster rumbled in approval and she let out a low curse.
Melody of her heels ceased once she reached the large wooden door of her room. The large cursive ‘K’ boldly ingrained in the surface. Scored by fire she couldn’t help but reach up and slide her nail along its grooves. Something about it reminded her of home, perhaps it was the slight darkening around the edges… like blood crusted on the skin. She pulled away from her thoughts and slid a key free from between her breasts. It was tucked into a leather pouch, a pouch that held more than just her key. A bargain of blood rested against her chest, hidden in the confines of leather. A deal she had made, something she had no real use for. Another story, another time.
Lock clicked and she swung open the door, crimson light filtered through the room like a fog. The Puppeteers doing from so many nights ago. Stepping into the ‘dorm’ she held the door open so that Yoko could drag the man through. Kalika had offered the little monster assistance only to be assured the situation was covered. If Yoko were to enter and bring the Puppeteer with her, Kalika would shut the door behind them. She would leisurely lead Yoko to the bedroom and motion to the large thing. “Just drop him there, my dear. I’ll take care of him…” In a way. Not like the Unseelie would be overly tending to someone she tolerated merely because of a bargain. Then again, she had a fancy for the man and his tricks. A little more power and he could even be useful in her Court.
Silver flashed in her eyes as she smiled towards the girl, holding up a dazzling orb of fruit. Fae Fare. Dangerous stuff. Addicting. Nourishing. Oh how the body craved it after one harmless bite. There it sat upon her palm, the offering of a sinful apple to a naïve Eve. “I appreciate the help.” Sirens lure, heavens song. Yes, Kalika was being a touch charming. “Do let me know if there is anything I can do for you.” An offer of a truce, not friend not enemies. Precariously caught in the middle, still.