When the twig she used to twirl and spin around was swept aside before she could bury it in his nose, her dark and slightly diabolical smile was still in place. Although, she knew it wouldn't affect the blood user, he seemed far too unemotional for that. Though she often amused herself in making mortals tick their pants with it. How amusing it was, she had more control over her bladder fonctions then them in a fight situation.
"You'd best take that back... If you get any ideas on hurting that kid, it'll most likely be the last thing you ever do. No one's going to harm him for ANY reason, I won't allow it. Am I making myself CLEAR?!" The other standing vampire roared again.
The lady chuckled, many odd ideas going through her head.
''Perhaps you would like to volonteer in getting your throat kicked in your pretty end?'' The lady adressed to the obvious sire of the blood user or melder as he liked to call himself.
"I dont want to hear more, I know what a coven is I want to talk to you in private and I can stick up for myself I have before and since she knows about me im sure she knows what I can do." The one in front of her replied.
''Have a few bones to pick perhaps? Standing up to your sire, what a big boy you are.'' The black haired woman told, a hint of teasing in your voice. ''Private talk? none in their right mind would get themselves alone with you.'' Then turning to the boy's sire. ''No offence to you boy, but I wouldn't appreciate being the experiment to his powers.'' Then turning back to Jira. ''I am sure anything that you want to talk about can be talked about here.''
(So not nice, a shortie.)
"You'd best take that back... If you get any ideas on hurting that kid, it'll most likely be the last thing you ever do. No one's going to harm him for ANY reason, I won't allow it. Am I making myself CLEAR?!" The other standing vampire roared again.
The lady chuckled, many odd ideas going through her head.
''Perhaps you would like to volonteer in getting your throat kicked in your pretty end?'' The lady adressed to the obvious sire of the blood user or melder as he liked to call himself.
"I dont want to hear more, I know what a coven is I want to talk to you in private and I can stick up for myself I have before and since she knows about me im sure she knows what I can do." The one in front of her replied.
''Have a few bones to pick perhaps? Standing up to your sire, what a big boy you are.'' The black haired woman told, a hint of teasing in your voice. ''Private talk? none in their right mind would get themselves alone with you.'' Then turning to the boy's sire. ''No offence to you boy, but I wouldn't appreciate being the experiment to his powers.'' Then turning back to Jira. ''I am sure anything that you want to talk about can be talked about here.''
(So not nice, a shortie.)