Shall We Spar? (Her first contact with Nalan)



One day as she was furthering her explorations of the land of Ayenee, she came upon the desolate clearing of the Battle Grounds. Being a place of barren void one could help but notice hardly anything, except maybe one's opponent. She spied some people whom had gathered there. One, she recognized was Sir Fist whom she had maintained a rapport with, but he seemed rather occupied as he was speaking with his fiancee. She did not interrupt. She also came across a man of a warrior's bearing named Omeas_ofthe_Ocirian_IronHand. He was one of few words and as such he asked her if she wished to spar him seeing as there was hardly anything else to do but just that in this Godforsaken place. She agreed to do so and was quite pleaseed at the chance to unleash the powers that the golden dragon had afforded her. She metamorphosed into her half dragon form (which she was becoming more and more comfortable with) and stood ready before him. Resplendant in her golden dragon wings, her fangs which now were rows of fangs, and her talons that dripped a curious clear liquid, she readied herself for battle. Instead of just attacking him outright, she paused to concentrate, gathering ki energy from her surroundings (just recently taught to her by Kakarot). Her hands outspread wide then met to temple, fingertips to fingertips, the mind energy building within her. She focused it into a point of power then suddenly her hand shot out blasting at Omeas in a hot white blaze of fury. Surprisingly, he was a master of the techniques of ki channelling as well and countered her blast with his own, if only to protect. He then took to the air. She ran and unfurling her great wings flew at him to flip in midair and rake him with her dragon claws that sported 9 inches of vicious nail naturally designed to penetrate through armour. He took a blow and was knocked out of midair and arose carefully from the ground, a grin upon his face. He then walked up to her (whom was now landing) and offered his hand to shake. She curtsied first before shaking his hand. He chuckled his amusement and told her, "You must join the Iron Hand". "And what, pray tell, is that?", she queried, her elegant brow lifting at his mention. "It is my army." She laughed at this and the sound came out like the delicate tinkling of bells upon a gentle breeze (another side affect of the fusion). "M'lord Omeas, it so happens I am already the queen of a clan. What need I to join another and take a lesser position?" He blinked at this and reconsidered. "Then a truce would be in order? It would be my pleasure to welcome you into the ranks of my allies." "I see, and what then would be the advantage for us? You see Sir, we are vampyre. There are few whom would challenge us... and for good reason", she argued as her full, vermillion lips curled up in a winning smile of sweetness (the only thing that might disquiet one was the fact that the tip of one razor sharp fang indented slightly into the suppleness of her lower lip.) "Ah, but in times of war, we would come to your aid. And, we would expect like treatment," Omeas answered not entirely immune to Tears' charm as his eyes roamed her form, his gaze growing leery. Tears considered and said finally, "That would be...advantageous. As you wish....but we must make a blood pact." Omeas' grin fell somewhat as he considered grimly this suggestion but nodded anyway. "Very well, but if I am turned, I'll rip out your heart." Tears simply smiled for she knew, at this point, that that was quite..impossible (though that was none of his business and she did not care to share the information). He then went into his tent that he had been using for his headquarters and bore with him an official looking paper. She read it over and smiled, then gently took his wrist. He lifted a brow to this, but allowed it. She delicately upturned it and brought it to her petal soft lips. Her fangs then sunk lightly into his flesh and he did not flinch. She tasted of his vitae then stopped after a few seconds. She let his hand go then offered her own wrist unto him at which he removed a knife from his coat and cut into hers...both of their blood exposed now to the air, they then meshed it together. They dipped the quill of the pen in their intermingled vitae and signed the treaty. He withdrew his hand suddenly and she grabbed it. As he looked at her, his eyes narrowed. "Please...allow me," She said gently and raised it again towards her mouth. Her tongue, pink and delicate did flicker out then slide across the open wounds inflicted by her fangs. They instantly sealed at the touch of her saliva and one could barely make out the scars where they had been. Both his brows raised in curiosity but he did not question her actions further. She then released her hand and smiled winningly at him. "Ah yes...and there is something I forgot to Mention. We are at war with another clan. I suspect you might be contacted at a later time." He said this then walked away. Tears stood there and considered then strode off the battle grounds. To say the least, her clan was rather....undone to hear that they now had allies and could possibly be at war. Sir Owen, whom was now officially appointed as her Knight Valiant, was the one whom had the most trouble with this arrangement. Tears seemed to not be concerned for she felt that the power of the brood could withstand against an onslaught. It was a week later she was delivered a cryptic message from someone named Nalan_Mithrander. It said simply, "I will have your black heart in my hands by tomorrow." She immediately sent her emissaries to reconnoiter and find out what all this was about. They reported saying this man was generally unknown in the land. She went then to Omeas and asked him if he understood. Omeas chuckled and said. "Ah, I see you have had the pleasure of meeting your first "Plus"". He went on to to explain to her that that was whom they were at war with. The Pluses were created and designed to defend and destroy any who were to stand in the way of the rival clan's plan of total domination. She returned to her own and retold them the news. Again Owen found this objectionable. "You risk our clan, Tears", he argued. "It is my will...are you with me?" "Of course Tears" he said simply. The next day came irrevokably and battle they did. Tears, Owen, Ryuu, Jolt, Omeas all sought to kill Nalan. It was a long and drawn out battle. One of very unclear result. Though Nalan was at somewhat of a disadvantage, it seems that it came to a draw. Regardless, the clan did retreat to the Castle since the battle seemed to be effectively over. Nalan continued though, to be linked with Tears telepathically and he did seek to undermine her by calling her back to battle. She refused for she felt it was beneath her to reply to his somewhat enflamed demands. It ended up she used her great powers of corruption and did drive him rather to the point of suicide with her refusal to lower herself by killing him. She told him she knew he was but a pawn in a greater game and to let him die, well..that would be not sporting, now would it. She chuckled as he withdrew from the link rather frustrated at her and it was not til later that they would meet again...