Alfarinn could sense Emiliano's growing despair; it was strong enough to feel almost like a physical blow. He remembered that the shifters had powerful emotions. There were those among his kind who said that is what made them dangerous. The werewolves lived by whim and want; they could not be tamed nor could they control themselves. Did not their three day hunting and killing spree every month not explain it all?
Eventually the man came out with the source of his conflict. Alfarinn would concede that his guest had a fairly valid point.
"Your friendship would be good enough for me." He smiled but added quickly. "However, there is a great deal for my clan to consider. Let me speak with them. Is there a way that you would like me to contact you later?"
Take me to your leader (private)
Vaughn had some of his men walk through the Meridian Towers as part of tour. He was certain they weren't allowed to go everywhere but they did come back with some useful information.
Enough to let him know that the parking deck went underground. Not at all unusual really but damned convenient if part of your work force had trouble with the daylight.
He and his men had waited here for several nights now. Eventually the ones he wanted to see would show up. Sadly, he still did paperwork and took care of clan business. It had just been in the back of an SUV.
Vaughn looked up when a limousine pulled up.
Alfarinn
13 years ago
Vaughn Emiliano
13 years ago
Swallowing the last of his drink, Vaughn tried to keep from descending into despair. He had risked so much coming here and it had gone far better than he had hoped. That was the crux of the problem; now he had dared to hope that such an alliance was possible.
Only he found out there were difficulties that he could not have foreseen.
Vaughn looked up when Alfarinn spoke again. The man was kind but realistic. At least his words did not extinguish all possibility of a pact between their people.
Pulling out his cellphone, he held it up and waved it in demonstration.
"Modern conveniences are hard to live without. I can give you my number."
He typed the digits onto the screen and then slid it over to the man across the table. Vaughn considered the action as he sat back on the couch. A vampire, he had just given his personal phone number to one of those he had once called mulo.
Perhaps a new day was dawning.
((OOC: There was more to write, but I'm sleeping and its 6 am. so both out for the moment. I pray to the god of roleplaying that it makes sense. ))
Only he found out there were difficulties that he could not have foreseen.
Vaughn looked up when Alfarinn spoke again. The man was kind but realistic. At least his words did not extinguish all possibility of a pact between their people.
Pulling out his cellphone, he held it up and waved it in demonstration.
"Modern conveniences are hard to live without. I can give you my number."
He typed the digits onto the screen and then slid it over to the man across the table. Vaughn considered the action as he sat back on the couch. A vampire, he had just given his personal phone number to one of those he had once called mulo.
Perhaps a new day was dawning.
((OOC: There was more to write, but I'm sleeping and its 6 am. so both out for the moment. I pray to the god of roleplaying that it makes sense. ))