Re: Are the stars right?(Helena/Courage Wolf)
Jasmine, what would you do, if you were fed a drug that set all your nerves on end, before someone struck you across bare flesh with a strap of leather moving faster then the speed of sound? Helena asked Jasmine, raising a serious eyebrow Or shall I go find a bullwhip and test it. She added, running a finger across the mark on her cheek.
Sitting down, Helena found that to be an immediate mistake as she hissed and took the wine, moving that abruptly wasn't fun. drinking the wine, Helena laughed, remembering alcohol was about as useless as water. Seething, Helena went upstairs to get a little privacy as she stripped down, and used the last of her power to deal with the wounds. Now she HAD to feed. Joy of joys.
Now drained, angry, and starving, Helena looked around to see Fenrir and some of their equipment. Helena had no patience to pretend to be nice, or even seductive. Stripping, Helena stroked Fenrir from his place on the bed, he'd been well behaved this entire time. Raising the large wolf's lust, Helena bent over, and fed, on Fenrir, and anyone else foolish enough to bother her right now.