COUNTESS — THEORIGINALBLOODCOUNTESS.
Impressed could not begin to describe the human emotions she held over Selene. The woman had finally come into her own. “If they do dare, it would please me so to have them placed into my chambers. The one I placed our guests in when they visited me, asking about you, Selene.” Oh, the smile on her features iced even the hot blooded of Lycans recalling those memories. The blood, the screams, the desperation in the men to escape her chambers.
For Selene to ask of her services, why, how could she refuse?
Nevertheless, her gaze returned to Varga, tilting her gaze as a predator would towards a prey in her sight. “I do not worry over myself. I have lived as long as I have even with men like him about. What I care to worry is over you, Selene.” Her hand rose, writing in the air a Hungarian phrase.
“ Ki mint vet, úgy arat (as you shall sow, so you shall reap)”
Turning away, she faced Selene, “We must meet with Radka, and her name does apply to the rest of her. Bulgarians are truly happy no matter if they slaughter one man or feed them all. She will expect us to continue the Bulgarian and Hungarian allies.”
smirking when it’s become obvious that her words have pleased the countess, selene doesn’t even bother to hide it. the words being spoken and images put into her head are almost exhilarating, though selene has never been one to much enjoy torture ( not even with the lycans ), but she does well in changing the subject; no need to dwell on such an exciting notion for the other woman. not yet, at least. ❛ then i look forward to this agreement between us, though i assure you i do not require you to worry about me. i’m quite capable of handling myself. ❜ she’ll comment with only a slight smile now, but the hungarian phrase then spoken by the other will serve to strengthen their bond. their treaty, of sorts.
selene’s chin lifts some, for it’s rare that she’s able to speak the language these days, and she feels a sense of pride in understanding the other. ❛ and reap i shall. ❜ selene looks to varga now, gesturing him out of the room with a slight movement of her head. he’s to ready death dealers to fight with the countess’, to bring back those that are willing to fight, or even resist changing with the new ways.