Scarlet Hell Manor [OPEN]

[Corporal Bunny]

Leon snarled at the Ancient, taking quick steps to seek his balance once more. The red cloak billowed around him as his skin turned red from the fleeting pressure of her grips. He smiled at her then, his eyes rolling over her in appreciation as he licked his lips.

â??I would not kill you.â? With another sweeping bow he took another step back, â??You would be a trophy not upon my wall, but within my bed. I prefer those prizes to be as alive as possible, given circumstances.â? Straightening once more he gave a brief understanding nod. â??So I shall not actively hunt within your territory. But, if my prey happens to wander beyond your boundaries-- I will not hesitate.â?

His hands soothed over the bruised flesh at his neck, tilting his head at the woman as his eyes swept once more lovingly over her form. â??Call your guardian off. He intercedes upon matters not his own.â?

 

[Private Puppy]

Lance stood slowly, and released his weapon's handle. Folding his arms over his chest, he gazed over the cloaked man. Letting his face grow expressionless once more as he shook out the clouding feelings of pride. Wrinkles formed in the deep blue cloak as it slipped to cover his shoulders. Like curtains it remained hung up on the sword so simply strapped to his belt. "As if I meant you harm, Elder." The guardian flicked back, his voice sharp with confidence. "It is as you said, I am a Guardian, not a lowly grunt." He cast his gaze on the direction the werewolf had escaped to. Piercing the treeline with his keen pair of eyes, searching to see if perhaps she still lingered near the manor.

 

[Anjeru]

Nevaeh watched the confrontation as she approached the manor, edging out of potentional weapon range. However, the woman who saught to break up the arguement had a bow, so she knew if they wanted her dead, she wouldn't be able to escape. Warily, she eyed what was progressing; apparently the fight had come to a close, at least for now. Four bodies involved here and one up towards the enterance of the manor. There were six bodies evident, including herself.

She kept out of the way and meandered silently around them, still rather anxious to get her body out of the cold. She had not rested for awhile and her mortal body was beginning to show signs that it needed rest. She was growing weary and weaker as each moment passed and as the cold seeped further into her body. Nevaeh trotted weakly up the stairs to the front door, avoiding contact with any other bodies.

 

[Lieutenant Ducky]

Turning her warm gaze to Lance, she smiles and bows her head ever so slightly. "Thank you, Lance. Perhaps you might like to invite the were in for dinner, if you spot her again. Or wish to pursue her, and extend our apologies for her treatment on this property," she murmurs, distantly. Her attention was drawn to quelling the demons still begging for blood.

Turning, she acknowledges Leon with nothing more than a vague hand gesture implying that he should follow her into the mansion where it was warm. Bending at the hip, she retrieves the discarded bow and arrows, slinging both carelessly over her shoulder. With graceful steps, she makes her way back to the manor, snow starting to accumulate on her shirt and hair, lighting her overall appearance. Smiling at the mortal woman at the top of the stairs, she waves the young woman in. "Please, go in, make yourself at home, please. There will be a hot, meaty beef stew served in about an hour for dinner to fully warm your bones," she informs the mortal with a smile, rather enjoying the new faces.

 

[Corporal Bunny]

Leon gave a rich bow. â??Perhaps, I will come another time.â? With that, the strange man turned, the crimson material covering his back as he moved. His steady gate took him back the way he had come. The Hunter soon disappeared into the woods, the darkness enveloping him even around the brilliant color of his cape.

 

[Anjeru]

She smiled to the woman who waved her in through the doors of the manor. Instantly the warmth was enough to help her weakened body. Nevaeh turned to face the woman with another smile. Her voice was a tad shaky from the cold as she said, "Thank-you for your hospitality. It's highly appreciated. I fear I've lost track of how long I've been walking in the snow." She held out a pale, cold hand to offer in a shake. "I'm Nevaeh Skye."

 

[Private Puppy]

Lance was quick to snap behind the elder, the mistress of Scarlet Hell, his only master. The heavy cloak behind him curling only at the edges as he strode, with less grace than his superior. Taking only a momentary glance at the mortal, before he ripped his gaze to be fixed on where the mistress was headed. Tilting his sword easily as he slipped through the doorway and into the manor. "May I visit the armoury, Mistress Galiena?. I'd like to gather up a couple flares and perhaps some other things..." His strides were long, as he was a man of notable height. Briskly tapping the ground as he kept by Galiena's side, tense and ready to defend the woman whom had taken him in so many years ago.

 

[Lieutenant Ducky]

Easy steps take her up into the manor, following in Nevaeh and followed by Lance. Standing off to the side, she smiles at the mortal woman, nodding her head politely as she is thanked. "Please, do not worry about it. You are welcome to stay here as long as you so please," she responds, taking the hand of the slightly smaller woman. Giving it a shake, she introduces herself as well, "I am Galiena Galo, Mistress of the Manor you stand in. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Turning her attention momentarily to Lance, she nods with a small smile. "Of course, you know that everything in the armory is at your disposal," she says, dismissing him from her presence to restock his supplies as he so desires. He was a good guardian, despite the fact that having him out there concerned the woman from time to time. He was a bit young for the position, fragile she would wager. Drawing herself from these thoughts, she turns to the mortal once more.

"There are rooms upstairs, each linked to a small bath room. If you wish to freshen yourself up with a warm shower. Or in the drawing room there is a cozy fire," she informs the woman before striding off to place her weapons back in her room and fix her braid to her liking.

 

[Private Puppy]

Lance bowed to his superior before he slid out of view. Obviously quick on his feet, his simple walk had him out of the room within moments. Turns and ignored turns passed as he made his way to the armoury, eyes set on the next turn ahead of him until he finally slipped into the larger room. Sending his gaze over the many assorted tools, armor pieces, weapons and shields. Sifting his gaze over the many new-age weapons, he sought out certain parts and accessories for a pair he quickly picked up. Glocks were known for their durability, ability to fire in harsh conditions. This dependability was something he could admire, though they lacked punch. The man toiled over the table, taking silencers for each, as well as a trio of replacement clips for both guns, counting up six of the extended magazines. He carefully found secure places for these new weapons, as well as their ammo. Two mags were filled with silver rounds, another two held explosive rounds, and the last two, held simple slugs. Screwing the silencers on tediously, he kept to himself, only glancing at anyone in the room for a moment.

 

[Anjeru]

"Thank-you again," Nevaeh murmured as the woman turned and walked away. She was lucky to have found such a welcoming place so far out, and she couldn't be more thankful than she was at this moment. A scalding hot shower and warm meal sounded like heaven to the girl - no pun intended. She shook herself a bit to knock off the remaining snow before she started to make her way upstairs.

Nevaeh found a empty room, decided to use it for herself for now, and made her way inside. She peeled off her cloak and laid it across the chair. After she pulled off her boots, she made her way into the adjoining bathroom and turned on the hot water to the shower. She then went about peeling off her damp clothes, ignoring her scarred body as it was reflected back to her in the mirror. She'd come to terms with her past and her scars, so she didn't actively pay attention to either one of them anymore. Before long, Nevaeh was standing beneath the scalding water of the shower, running her fingers through her wet hair to massage her still cold scalp. Her skin began to prickle as it regained sensation beneath the droplets of water as it spilled over her body.