She's a killer [QUEEN] (thematriarch) wrote in deceptpercep, @ 2011-04-06 04:52:00 |
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Who: Nicolette Drake
NPCs: Servants; Advisors
When: Wednesday, April 6th, 2011; Early AM just before sunrise.
Where: Sanguis: The Drake Manor—Nicolette's Study
What: Nicolette is trying to determine if her family stands any chance against the rising might of the "demon hordes."
Rating & Warnings: PG
In all honesty, Nicolette was not prepared for war. She did what she thought was best for her family and her own kind. They were the most powerful coven in all of Sanguis and could be considered vampire royalty. All other covens bowed down before the might of the Drakes and so, when she spoke, she spoke for all vampire kind. Well... that was the way it seemed anyway. There were other covens that disagreed with her rash movement toward violence, but they hadn't had one of their own stolen away from them in such a tragic way. Something else that cut her deeply was the way they media was portraying her and her family's struggles. They portrayed her as a woman with a heart of stone. She was openly mocked on mortal television for not weeping for her child's death, but what those nasty little creatures did not realize was that this was the way she was raised. You did not weep for those who would most likely be your doom. You wept for the loss of a coven member, yes, but you did not show weakness. It was in that moment of weakness that you could be cut down. In fact, she had actually thought at least one of her girls would be killed by their own sibling. She was blindsided by the irrational murder of her eldest child by an outsider. "I don't believe we can truly over-power them, madame," one of those that she had sought advice from shook her head with a frown, "The demons have amassed themselves into hordes much larger than we have. Their birthrates skyrocketed while our own kind squabbled over power and destroyed siblings." Nicolette turned her eyes up toward the woman as she spoke. She'd been focusing on her hands while she thought, but realized she needed to look more attentive. "You speak as if this was a bad thing, Eiko. I would call that 'survival of the fittest.'" Her tone was calm as she listened to what seemed to be very much a problem. The small, dark-haired woman nodded her head as she looked around the room and continued, "It may very well be, Madame Drake, but the point of it is that we've kept our numbers sustained at a much lower level than the demons. They outnumber us at least two to one. Possibly more." The matriarch smiled softly as she listened to the young leader of her own little coven. She was a smart girl, but smarts never got anyone anywhere without power behind it. "It isn't hard to remedy that, dear girl. We simply have to kill them faster than they kill us." It was said in jest, but that was all she had for strategy so far. There were a few plans here and there, but not enough to make a difference just yet. "My suggestion to you would be that you not fear the demons and, instead, be ready to destroy them all when, not if, that point comes." A cold-hearted smile was flashed across the room to the rest of those in attendance and she laced her fingers together on top of the desk. "Demons are inferior creatures. They were created by those mortal fools out of desperation against our kind. If we can pull ourselves together under a common banner then they will not be able to stand in our way. I'm tired of having to pussyfoot around these creatures. They cry foul and all eyes fall upon us! What did we do? It was they who killed without provocation or mercy!" Possibly only a truth in the eyes of the vampires. "Were they not the ones that assaulted our foremothers? Were they not the ones that chose to start the infernal war?" Nicolette pulled herself up from her chair and slammed her hands down on the solid wood desk. "Either we are to crawl on our bellies to them and beg for peace or we are to finish what our foremothers started when they wished to wipe the monsters and dogs off the face of Inora. Which will it be?!" The silence in the room was deafening. None wished to make a move or speak of what should be done. Instead, they stared hard at the matriarch of the Drake coven. These were the moments for which she lived. She need only say jump and these fools would jump because their fear of her power was more than any fear they had of the demons. Satisfied with herself, she slid back down into the large leather chair that she loved so much and smiled, "For now, we will do nothing. We will bide our time and gather our resources. It is too early to strike when we are so unorganized, but the time will come eventually." |