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Necessary Research (Hahvoc Requiem & Mr. Master)

She loved the smell of the food, especially all the meat that she could sink into. Besides, Jackson's of course. She grinned faintly to herself and purred as he nuzzled against her. The fresh bread smelled delectable, and the sugary scent of fruit had her taste buds humming. She nodded at Jackson's words, smiling with a faint blush. She piled her plate high with the meats and bread, making sure to leave plenty for her mate. She needed to provide for him, after all.

"There is a ceremony amongst the shifters that shows the community we are bound, but it's usually private and only close relatives or friends are allowed. And I know quite a lot of people....but of course, we have to introduce you to the Council."

She murmured, blushing a bit more when he spoke of how she could basically have any type of wedding she wanted. She sighed with bliss again, just feeling...happy. She didn't need a big wedding, or anything fancy. She didn't really have any close relatives, except for Rajah and the Alpha who had raised her. She stroked Jackson's cheek fondly before she put some of the cuisine into her mouth and chewed with obvious pleasure on her face.​
 
They ate playfully, poking light fun at each other's way of eating, although Jackson soon learned not to even pretend to take anything off Serai's plate. She ate the bulk of the food, but he was expecting that; she had a much higher metabolism than he did, and was fueling her recovery from captivity, still. And he enjoyed seeing her enjoy herself.

Finally, they felt sated, at least as far as food, and they fed each other slices of fruit as they giggled over the wine they ended up opening. They moved to the couch after wiping their hands and faces well, and continued to sip from their glasses. In some ways, they were like a giddy couple having a wonderful early date, and in other ways, they were already reveling in the closeness and easy physical confidence of a mature relationship. It was unusual, to Jackson, and exhilarating.

Jackson finished up his funny story about his med-school roommate, and as they were giggling, he realized he hadn't opened the plain cardboard box. "Ah," he said, unwinding himself from around her. "There's one more stop I made."

He picked up the box and brought it back to them, placing it between them so that they could both look inside. "I thought we would be able to use some items like this. Go ahead, open it up."
 
Serai ate with patience, though she was ravenously hungry. She disliked being territorial about her food, but it was how her kind was. You didn't come between a shifter and her food. But she had fun eating with him, sharing in company that she hadn't had before. She felt self-conscious about how much she ate, but she had to eat a lot more than Jackson to make up for the last few days without proper nourishment. But she found that his company was very enjoyable.

She helped put away the dishes and cleaned off the table, washing her hands and wiping off her face. Occasionally giving Jackson and playful pat on the bum or a kiss to the cheek. She didn't mind the wine, though she wasn't much of a wine person. It was pleasant to be with him, and she wouldn't trade the moment for anything. Serai snuggled close to her mate on the couch, purring low and quiet after she listened to his story, laughing at the funny parts. Her curiosity was peaked when he focused his attention on the card board box. She had forgotten about it. She blinked and sniffed as he brought the box over, her curiosity rising even further. She faintly smelled metal and wondered what was inside the box. She looked up at Jackson and then down at the box with a shrug.

"All right...though I have no idea what you might be up to.."

Without much hesitation, Serai opened the box and stared inside. She blinked once, twice, a third time before a crimson stain appeared on her cheeks as her eyes flashed with heat. She looked at Jackson with lust in her eyes while she blushed with the slight inklings of modesty.​
 
Jackson smiled at her and sipped from his wineglass. He was not heavily into wine, but he'd found a bottle of something he remembered he'd liked a lot several years ago, and had bought it to be celebratory. Now he finished his glass as he watched her react. "I just thought there were some things we can use, you know, as we get used to the safety issue, and somethings... some things were just intriguing. So I got a mix."

He adopted a faux-casual tone of voice. "But I know it's only been a few hours since last time, so... you know, if you don't want to take any of these on a test drive..."
 
Serai decided not to finish her wine and set the glass on the table as she kept her gaze on the items in the box. It was intriguing what Jackson had bought for them to play with. Quite interesting, in fact. But she wasn't much in the mood for patience, though she did want to use the things he purchased. Still...she wanted Jackson now. She growled low in her throat, the sound lusty and light as she leaned over the box to grab Jackson and yank him down for a heated kiss as she purred. He had baited her into it, but she didn't care much. If he wanted to try some things, she was game, but he shouldn't expect her to cool down in order to do so. Her hands threaded through his hair as she ran her tongue along his lips, demanding entrance.​
 
When she pulled him down, he gave up all pretense of casualness, returning the heat of her kiss as best he could. Of course, he wasn't sure he was entirely equal to her passions, given she was just discovering a lot of these things. And with the appetite she was displaying, he wasn't sure his experience was going to maintain as an advantage much longer.

She ran her tongue along his lips, impatient, but of course he opened his mouth, he preferred open-mouth kissing, always. His tongue danced with hers, tasting and being tasted and so sensuous. He slid his hands along her face and through her hair, cupping the back of her head as they kissed, her black and silver hair soft against his palms. He kissed her with his entire self, and he wanted to keep doing that, kiss her that way all the time. Whether here, now, on the couch... or in the bedroom.
 
As her tongue twirled about his, she felt herself relax in the sense of completeness while burning up from the heat and desire she felt and tasted. Reaching between them, she blindly pushed the box off the couch in order to push Jackson onto his back for proper ravishing. She put her heart into their kiss while keeping her strength at bay. He would start getting stronger with time, but for now, he was only slighter stronger than most human males. Carefully, she straddled his waist and used her free hand to slide up and down his thigh, teasing and taunting him as she felt her canines lengthen in the slightest. She loved the sense of rightness, of give and take that happened between them. They were equals and lovers, and she wouldn't give it up for anything.​
 
Jackson still hadn't had an opportunity to get any more clothes, so he was in his familiar shirt and slacks, but he happily let Serai straddle him, grinning as she used her power to keep him reclined, kissing her back as passionately as she kissed him. Their hearts were beating harder, breath coming quicker as they kissed, turning their faces to keep the kiss going. Since he was on his back, both his hands were free to caress up her belly, under her tank top, and slide around and up her sides, stroking her ribs with his fingertips, barely brushing her breasts with the fabric of the tank top as it rose on his arms. He kissed her back and lifted his thigh into her touch, reveling in it. He couldn't recall anything that ever felt quite so right as this.
 
The kiss had had her full attention until he started touching her bare skin. She broke the kiss as a shiver wracked her frame, a moan escaping her along with a soft gasp. His touch felt like a brand on her skin, marking her wherever her touched. She stroked his inner thigh, watching his face as she breathed, her hair forming a curtain about their faces as she looked down at him. Her clothes felt too confining, too restricting and she wanted them off. She felt that surge of dominance rise within her as she looked down at her mate in his submissive pose beneath her. She loved the man, loved him more than she thought possible, and she wanted to please him and make him only think of her. Her hand moved to his shirt and tugged on the hem, shifting back slightly to give him room to remove it. She wanted him bare beneath her, and knew that he would sense her need to reaffirm their relationship.​
 
She tugged at his shirt, lifting away from him specifically so he could remove it. One hand went to his own hem, but the other started lifting her own tank-top, pulling it higher. He managed to shrug off his own shirt as he watched her, so strong and proud above him. It was his human way of looking at things, obviously, but he wouldn't have considered himself in the submissive pose. But then again, he wasn't thinking like a shifter, either.

Shirtless, he stroked his hands down her sides, and remembered her putting on the skirt... but no underwear. This made his grin widen immensely. He reached to his own waist, between her thighs, and unbuttoned his slacks, once again, working them down. His rigidity beneath fell back against his belly, and his skin felt naught but her skin as she rested upon him. His eyes locked on hers, and his hands roamed, stroking, caressing, tweaking, pinching lightly... and not quite so lightly, depending on how she reacted. He recalled how she reacted, how she'd responded, and he sought to repeat it...

Breath hissed between his teeth as he rose, sitting up against her, pressing his flesh to hers, his arms around her back, lips meeting hers, kissing again. He couldn't stand to be too far from that kiss, that flesh against his, whether lips or chest or anything else...
 
Seeing his chest, his skin, made her hotter and groan from his half-naked state. Shifters got more turned on by their mates or interests being clothed rather than naked, but Jackson made her hot either way. Serai felt her shirt lift higher and she helped him in the removal of it, her nipples puckering even more tightly at the feel of cool air. She gasped as he stroked up her sides before she looked to see him reach between them and undo his pants. She shivered all over, moving slightly so he pull them down. She could see some of his erection and she wanted him to fill her more than anything in that moment. She bit her lip when their eyes locked before hers closed in the ecstasy of his touch, occasionally moaning or gasping from the way he caressed her sensitive skin. She needed more.

She gasped and felt her eyes changing in the slightest, the chemistry and heat between them tearing at her control. But she did control herself. Though her teeth shifted in the slightest and her eyes practically glowed, her nails remained the same. She rubbed her lower half against him, as his lips captured her own, causing a shiver to rocket down her spine. Every contact point between them licked flames up her skin, burning her, destroying her, and then building her up again. Her hands slid into his hair as their tongues collided and twined before she whimpered softly, needing him inside her.

"Ah....Jackson, I need..."

She murmured against his lips, unable to form a full sentence that proved how much she needed that final connection, the sense of oneness and completion that only he could give her.​
 
Their chests slid together, even as their lips slid together, and tongues danced together, and the electric fire within each of them grew and merged together. The only clothing on them was the fringe of short skirt, and that was bunched up almost tidily around Serai's waist as they found themselves grinding together on the couch.

Jackson's arms were tight around her, his right hand staying up in her hair while his left hand slid down her body to clench at the flesh at the base of her spine, not quite going for an ass cheek. He shifted, keeping her to him, but turning them both so he was almost conventionally sitting on the couch, her straddling his lap, panting and heaving against each other.

"You need what?" he breathed against her mouth, eyes closed in passion, going entirely on sound and feel. "You need me in you? You need me driving deep? Hm? I can feel you wet against my balls, Serai; you're just about dripping, aren't you? Tell me you want me... tell me to fuck you... tell me anything..."

Yes, he was teasing her, he was trying to pull it out of her, make her use language when her instinct was so primal. And he felt how it was affecting her... and he gloried in it. He was barely controlling himself, just wanted to lift her up and set her down on his shaft, impale her to the core as he knew both of them wanted, but this... this was making it hotter. He could tell. And he loved it as much as he loved her.
 
The abrasion of his chest against her nipples stimulated her just as everything else about him did. She felt wanton and needy for his touch, the feelings overriding any inhibitions she might have secretly harbored. Jackson's arms about her body made her feel both cherished and desired, like the fiery mate she was for him. His hand moving on her bare skin was like a brand, claiming her flesh as his own. She wanted more, needed more as she gripped his hair firmly in her hands. Her breath, what was left of it, was taken away by the words he spoke, the questions he asked. She never expected him to speak like that to her, but it opened up the floodgates of her desire. She grew even more wet, almost embarrassed by her arousal but she wouldn't let it taint the raving lust and need for him.

"Ah....I need you to fuck me....to drive as hard and deep into me as you can. Jackson, I want your cock and need you so badly inside me. Please, fuck me!"

She beseeched, not caring how she sounded. She hardly ever spoke of her wants but the way Jackson had asked so directly, she wouldn't deny him answers. And to think she was the one on top but clearly not in charge if she needed him this badly. She would get him back later, but right now, she needed him like her next breath. She purred and licked his lips, her actions needy and pleading as she ground her lower lips against his shaft, groaning from the slick friction.​
 
With every syllable that dripped from her luscious, lascivious lips (particularly the dirty ones), his desire grew. As did the rigidity of his "little doctor." Her motions against him, sliding her wetness along him, were nearly pushing him to the limit, and he had to have her immediately. With a moan from deep in his chest, he moved suddenly and grabbed her by the waist, lifting her up, and then taking his right hand and sliding it between them, seizing his member and aiming it, as quickly as he could manage without seeming frantic. He wanted her, his body ached for her, from his lips through his core to the very tip of his cock. She filled his senses, and his mind, and he had to have her.

He felt his cockhead slide between her labia, the delicious friction of pure sex, and he felt it notch into place. He knew, with experience and instinct, that her hungry, grasping sex, his pussycat's pussy, was ready. So he let her go, let her waist free, and let her sink down upon him, let her slide herself onto his length, as fast or slow as she wanted, while he grabbed her again, mashing her to him, her hard nipples digging into his chest as his fingertips dug into the taut cords of muscle along her excellent back. He kissed her as she sank onto him, moaning into her mouth as she moaned into his, connected in a single pyre, a circle, an endless union.
 
The grip that Jackson had on her waist made her gasp as he lifted her up. She looked down at him with glowing eyes and building lust as anticipation coiled hot in her stomach. She was desperate for him, and it seemed he was able to sense it, considering how he looked and how he reached between them to angle his cock at her entrance. She shivered as her breath remained hard to catch, and she shuddered as the tip of him slipped between her lower lips and just enough into her channel to keep him in safely. When he let go, she slid down his member slowly until she was meshed against him, he grabbing her up to him. She moaned at the delicious friction, the contact, and how his lips instantly sought her own in a heated kiss that spoke volumes about their feelings. Serai wrapped her arms about Jackson's neck, pressing even closer to him. She bounced on his lap, sliding him in and out of her body at a steady and slow rhythm.​
 
They sat on the couch, her kneeling, straddling his lap, and moving up and down, steady and slow. Their panting breaths came together as they both felt the heat, the friction. Jackson felt Serai's breasts mashing, rubbing, indescribable as they moved against him, and he felt her muscles tensing, flexing, on the outsides of his thighs. His gasps and moans were ripped from him as he felt her body slide against and around him, and internal muscles squeezed and milked him, sometimes inadvertently. He loved it; he loved how she felt and how she gave over to all the sensations that electrified them both.

He had to break the kiss just to gasp in air, but found his mouth on her throat, her shoulder, as she moved. "So tight, so hot around me," he growled. His left hand slid down to the skirt, the only clothing either of them had, and slipped into the waistband, bunching up the material and twisting his fist, making the skirt into a kind of handle, a rope, like the rodeo riders would hang on to. He moved with her, pulling her down occasionally, faster than she would naturally go, to give her an extra little thrust. His other arm still wound around her back, keeping her against him, wanting to feel as much of her on his skin as he could. "Feel me in you, stretching you? My cock belongs to you, this is what it was made for. And your pussy was made for me, it's mine." He tugged down on her skirt as she began a downward thrust. "Feel me fuck my pussy, my love?"

And he nipped her, now, just a little pinch of teeth on the skin her shoulder, broken by his moan as her body squeezed him again...
 
"Nn....Ah, Jack! So...good..."

Serai murmured when his lips broke away from hers to tease at her neck. Her neck was so sensitive and the attention he seemed to be giving her body was totally focused on their joining point. It all went there to further the pleasure that was ripping through the two of them. She slid her hands into his hair, gripping the strands to hold him against her throat and shoulder. His words, so primal with passion and lust made her quiver and moan. He consumed her, totally, in that instant, and she would have it in no other way. The tugging on her skirt made her thoughts start back up, but then they just hammered away again as he used the leverage he had to drive deeper into her sheath. She cried out and arched, grinding against him further as she felt him move her at a quicker pace. Her orgasm was building quickly and it stole her breath as she was all need and desire.

His words broke into the fog of lust, but ended up adding to it as she cried out as he pulled on the skirt, increasing her downward thrust. She made a sound combined of a purr and growl as she practically hissed a response when she felt him hit upon her pleasure center within her channel.

"Yes! I feel you...you cock, mine, within me, fucking me...driving me so hard! Oh, Jackson...!"

She groaned and writhed as she bounced up and down in his lap, swallowing on a particularly powerful thrust that her body quivering. So close already! So close to that sweet heaven that only her mate could bring her up to...​
 
He could feel her growing closer; maybe it was how she breathed against him, her chest pumping into his with every gasp, maybe it was the twitch in her limbs or the clenching of her internal muscles, but he knew. She was getting there. He didn't know if he was just becoming attuned to her signs or perhaps that link she spoke about was helping him; he didn't know, but he was sure of his interpretation.

He was close to getting lost in the moment, himself. His heart was beating in time to their thrusts, the entire root of his manhood was tingling with repressed need, only his willpower and his ability to mentally distract himself keeping his orgasm in check. He wouldn't have thought it possible for him to be so close to such a powerful climax so soon after his earlier one... It had been a few hours, but still. If this was another benefit, he certainly wasn't going to argue with it.

But it was the part of his mind that had to distract himself from the heat of events that remembered his scratches, still stinging as his back pressed against the couch, but almost forgotten in the moment. It was that part of his mind that kept a grip on her skirt, moving her harder in her bounces, but let his other hand steal away from her back, and fumble in the discarded box of surprise toys, looking for one of the things he'd picked out special.

She writhed on him, hissing words that made it hard, oh, so hard to keep from exploding into her right then and there, and he lifted his chin a bit and sucked hard on her throat, as that seemed to always get a good response. And as he did that, his free hand raised, his wrist sliding along the length of her arm to where her hand gripped his hair, and then he lowered it, encircling her wrist with a metallic snap, the blued steel cuffs, lined with a black-and-silver faux-fur padding he'd selected specially in an attempt to match her feline-form pelt, settling over her wrist.

Swiftly but gently, he used the cuff to swing her arm down and behind her, releasing her skirt to reach up and draw the other wrist back as well. She was either too far lost in her arousal to complain, or the sensation appealed to her, because he encountered no resistance as he snapped the other cuff closed. He knew that, if she'd wanted, she could snap the cuffs; they were built for play, not hard restraint. But all he really needed, in practical terms, was a reminder, so she wouldn't transform and claw him up. Other than that? They were just fun, he thought.

With her hands locked at the small of her back, both of his hands slid up her ribs, crushing her to him again, still helping her move and bounce, but taking over the embracing now that her arms were pinned. He didn't want their closeness to stop, no matter what bondage he put her into. But he wondered what exactly his experience with her had done to him as he found himself digging his teeth into the skin of her throat again, and finding the primal sensation of doing that pushing at the limits of his self-control, making it nearly impossible for him to hold out for much longer...
 
That strange sound that mixed with a purr and growl escaped her throat as he thrust up into her body and suckled harshly on her neck. She would have bruising there for a few hours before her body healed the marks. But she would cherish the marks nonetheless. A light sheen of sweat coated her breasts and back from where he touched her the most. But she didn't care or mind, too fogged and high on pleasure to really care about much of anything except her own and Jackson's pleasure. She felt the pressure on her arms and she moaned in the slightest, not exactly from pleasure but in questioning before she felt the slip of softness about her wrist. She growled low in her throat, thrusting against him a little harder as she felt her wrists cuffed behind her back. She didn't mind the restraints, find them arousing actually, especially with the way Jackson put his hands on her and helped her with the thrusting. Her eyes closed as she tipped her head back further for him, knowing he would bite her again.

And when he did, the results were explosive. The pressure of his teeth mixed with the primal sensation of being taken, claimed, branded even, caused her to peril over the edge of orgasm and into oblivion as she roared and cried out in a mixture of his name. Her inner channels clamped hard around his cock, milking him and stroking him for his semen as she continued to come, the sensation seeming to completely overpower her. Perhaps it was the position or the energy that flowed between them, but it was certainly a climax that completely consumed her mind.​
 
He shook from his very core when she came, feeling her clench and quake and roar his name... somehow it almost seemed as if his name on her lips was more his true name than when anyone else said it. Her spasms milked him, indeed, although he didn't need much coaxing at all. He screamed himself, a primal howl, into the flesh of her throat as he exploded, jetting his thick fluids deep into her, pumping, emptying himself into her, clenching her to him, her taut body, so muscular and powerful, knowing she could rip him to pieces, but knowing she never would. She was all his, as he was all hers, their futures intertwined, fused, and as she came, and he came, his orgasm was somehow the most powerful he'd ever experienced, reaching places in his body and mind that he scarcely knew existed before now. Perhaps they hadn't, and it was only his union with Serai that had created them in the first place.

So the moment stretched, and it seemed as if he might be locked in her loins forever, crushing her against him, his jaws on her throat in the most loving and intimate way possible. And then it finally slackened, eventually; he could feel the tension move out of her, as well, slowly. He didn't want to disengage, so he kept her against him, her arms still behind her, pressing their chests together. He tasted copper, and realized he'd bitten hard enough to break her skin, just a little; there was barely the taste of blood at all, but the fact that there was any made him both embarrassed and thrilled again. He released her from his teeth, and kissed the wound, tenderly. One of his hands slipped down her back, brushing her arm, and stole to the cuff, triggering the safety catch to spring the latch (these weren't inescapable police cuffs, after all). He loosed her limbs, and then clutched her again. He never wanted to let her go, just wanted to stay beneath her, within her, forever.
 
Serai felt him fill her body with his essence, the clamp of his teeth and the light bit of pain just adding to the sensation of completeness. She could barely breathe, much less speak as her orgasm finally started to ebb, her entire frame tingling with the sensation of pleasure. She breathed heavily as she slouched in the slightest, feeling him disengage from her throat. The cuffs fell away from her wrists as he undid them and she held tight to him, arms achy from the position as she snuggled as close as possible to him. Her eyes shut as she breathed in his sex enriched scent, smelling their scents combine erotically. He was hers, and it still baffled her to know this man as her own. From her experience, humans were weak and overbearing creatures, but not her Jack. No, he was just what she needed and everything she wanted. She smelled his hair, stroking the soft strands with one of her hands before she nestled her face in the crook of his neck. She purred in the slightest, feeling herself starting to drift. She ached in several places, but the ache and soreness was good, as far as she was concerned as she gently kissed Jack's neck before settling against him once more with a soft yawn.​
 
He nestled against her, smelling her hair, the perfume of her shampoo and her sweat and the two of them together. Everything about her was a feast for the senses. He loved the wrap of her arms around him; for the first time he could remember, he really felt complete... A strong, smart woman who was as devoted to him as he was to her, who he could never doubt her love, and a purpose, a mystery to investigate, and now, nothing to really stand in their way of doing what they dreamed.

She nestled against his neck, and he reached up and stroked her hair, and the skin of her neck and back. He just liked touching her, he was entranced with her, it was like her skin or hair made his fingertips shimmer. And the brush of her lips on his neck made his spine tingle. When he heard her yawn... he realized he'd been up for nearly 36 hours, now. And he'd had nary a... catnap. He had to stifle a chuckle when he thought about that.

Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, cradling her against him as he reclined on the couch, just now softening enough to slip out of her body, and feeling slightly sad that he wasn't in her anymore, but compensated by the lovely warm body curled up and pressed against him. He cradled her to him, and held her, and relaxed, feeling himself drift as well.

"...love you..." escaped his lips, muzzily, as they turned upward in a smile.
 
"Be with me...always.."

She murmured against his skin, shivering as he slipped from her slick sheath. It was saddening that he was no longer filling her, but the reprieve was necessary as she curled against him, feeling the heat of him envelope her. She could stay like this forever, but they had to stop the growing rift between their races, and the fact that the government was out to get the two of them now. And they probably had her blood. A meeting was going to be arranged with the Council, which she wasn't looking forward too, since some of the Council members didn't like half-breeds. She sighed and let her thoughts drift away from such things that made life unpleasant. She felt her strength and consciousness ebb as she drifted into a deep and rejuvenating sleep.​
 
At some point, Jackson roused enough to realize they were still wrapped together on the couch, and it was killing his back. He managed to rise and lift Serai in his arms without waking her overmuch; she was in desperate need of sleep, and at some deeply instinctive level, she already trusted him, so she didn't lash out in her dozing, or even wake up, particularly. She was, however, surprisingly dense for her size; he supposed it was all the muscle hiding in her gorgeous limbs. He managed to get them back to the one bedroom he knew; whether it was her main bedroom or a guest room or what, he didn't know, he had no idea, but it was where they'd shared their first intimacies, where they'd become a mated pair, and so it was right that they slept there for now. He laid her on the bed, wound himself back into her arms, and fell back into a blissful sleep.

They slept the day away, and part of the night, and when they awoke, it was pleasant and dreamily casual. They got down to business soon enough, though, after a slippery and playful mutual shower and fortification via leftovers. "So, this Council, they're the governmental body? Do they govern worldwide, or are there local Councils that report to a Grand Council, or what? If we're going to have to do this several times, I'd like to know so I can prepare..."
 
"There are separate councils for each continent. There is the Asian Council, which, instead of having one head of council, there are two. There is then the European Council, the South American Council, the Aborigine Council, the African Council, and of course, the North American Council. The leaders of each council form the Alpha Council. They choose what happens amongst all the councils if they believe there is a world-wide crisis. Things of that such, yadda, yadda.."

Seria said with the sure voice of someone who had seen the inside of the courts herself. Which she had. There were a few things she wanted to keep to herself for now, so she didn't explain how exactly she knew all about this. She fished a roll from the little basket before her and chewed on it while she let him digest the information.

"It takes a lot for the Alpha Council to be summoned. It has only occurred five times in recent history. The Inquisition, the world wars...you get the picture. Usually, the councils take care of their slices of the world while remaining in contact with each other. Each council is lead by thirteen individuals, of which, one is chosen to be the leader of said council. In the old days, they used to have a test in which, if there was a challenge, the two opponents would fight until someone surrendered. Most times, it would end in death. Now, it's more political and leaders are chosen based on contributions and such to the community. There are also ambassadors and other such things from each clan that attend meetings.

"As I said, we have our very own government system, but it surpasses most governments in efficiency, most of the time, but not always. Nothing is perfect of course. But we have a much, much lower rate of starving people and homeless and orphaned children, since, it's dangerous for the child and for humans. Anyways, I went off topic."

Serai smiled lightly as she swallowed the rest of the roll before she leaned back in her chair and looked up at the ceiling. She hummed lightly to herself as she thought over some things that Jack might need to know about the council leaders. He probably needed to know their names, but not unless he managed to get all of the council leaders attention. Which she feared most. Straightening up, she looked at Jack.

"When you meet the council, which you will, don't show weakness, but don't come off as a stiff either. It will make them think that you are hiding something. We creatures watch and interpret body language more than anything. If they say anything and it makes you look uncomfortable, they'll take it as an opening and rip you apart. It's what we are best at. Which is why a lot of my family are lawyers.​
 
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