Sighing and massaging his temples slightly, his eyes narrowed at the woman shouting him in the head. They narrowed more, so they nearly were shutted, when a guard stepped forward. Small hiss' emerged from his throat and his eyes, even though they couldn't be seen, blazed with fire. "If these knights were advancing, your clan should have come to me instead of taking the law in their own hands. As a King I can only judge by what I'm told and showed. Of this so called de-throning, I haven't seen anything to judge about."

Letting a paranoia glance slide over the guards behind him, he shutted his eyes and wrinkled his brow. This is giving me a headache, he thought angrily.

Shraa glanced at the werewolf who approached her and raised an eyebrow. A newcomer to the court, and an attractive one at that. She spared him a smile before returning her attention to the scene before her. "The man is Drake, our king, and the woman before him with the were on a leash is a fool attempting to take control of a situation beyond her. Watch and learn." With that she shifted her disguise a little further from her actual form and stepped into the forming ring made by the court. "Lady Ebony. As one of the more senior members of the court I must respectfully call nonsense." She held her glass nonchalantly as though she was simply dripping with contempt for this naieve woman "What you just openly admitted to doing was taking the law into your own hands. You fancy yourself a vigilante? Perhaps I should tell you about those you so openly ally yourself with. Lord Boron. A paranoid delusional who thinks even a friendly hello is an attack on him. He retired from the court after attacking his own kind, claiming conspiracy. Baroness Sophia, a classly lady by all accounts who ruled her clan well until it was discovered that those dissapearing from court were dissapearing to her torture chambers for real or imagined faults. There are more, but I'm not through. You speak conspiracy, so why is it the only conspiracy I see is yours? Infiltrating the king's guard, openly addmitting to taking the law into your young and naieve hands, claiming dissapearances from the court and attempting to discredit everyone in it? Quite the little muck slinger aren't you? Lady Ebony, you do not know this court, you do not respect your king OR his laws, by flaunting that you have made yourself the person he can trust least in this room, yet you DARE speak of conspiracies against him? All you would have had to do to verify your claims would be to make an OPEN accusation and let those skilled at seeing the truth come forward. Instead you chose the way of darkness, dishonesty, disloyalty. Judging by the veracity of your claims so far, truly the werewolves must be paragons of loyalty and integrity. Sire, I trust your wisdom will see through these, rather feeble, attempts to regain her obviously long gone honor." Shraa sipped her drink cautiously "And as for you Lady Ebony, with every word you speak you find yourself in only a deeper hole. May I suggest you obey your king and release your slave?"

Wow. Yulo watched as the woman he had just addressed proceeded to verbally gun down the loud woman. Who, in turn, was seething. She hid it well, but he could smell it. So the guy over there who looked so... interesting?... was the king. Ok, so technically she had answered his question, but it was a bit roundabout. He politely declined several offers of conversation from attractive, and not-so attractive, female werewolves, and even a vampire. God, sometimes I hate those pheramones. He looked at the dog on a leash a bit more closely, inhaled gently. My god! That's a werewolf! Slavery is illegal here, I memorized the laws before begining the journey here! That bitch! He felt his heart begin to pound away for second before he could calm it, though he maintained immaculate external composure. At least she is going to be freed. His kind, the Elas, had a particular hatred for slavery due to certain unpleasant events a century or two back. Just breath. Finally he managed to distract himself in some conversation with a demon Baronesse. He kept glancing around. Where had that one woman gotten to, the one who had done the dragging-down? She was... different. He could still smell her, but the room was full of people, and while he had precision, she had literally been -everywhere- in here!

Emily looked up at the woman who had confronted Ebony so openly. If she could, she would've smiled a polite thank you. She could feel it... her freedom so close. She stood, anxiously, wagging her tail as she stepped forward jerking on the leash. Regaining some of her will to fight.

Ebony jerked on the leash, trying to pull Emily back to her side. Knowing that she was loosing grip on the situation. "Emily. DOWN!" She said giving the chain a yank. "Fine... But see how far your king will go, when my clan will no longer protect your scrawny little asses." She stalked out, raising her hand and snapping her fingers.

Several guards followed her out, throwing down their helmets, while a good few of the crowd shifted and followed her out as well. Emily being dragged behind her, seeing her freedom start slipping anchored her paws. A low growl building up in her throat.

That hate that she had kept surpressed for so long, started to seep out as the growl grew louder and louder. Her fur raising. She might've killed, and maybe they had been planning a few extra-curricular activities with the King... but she was still nobility amongst her kind. She was still known for all she had done for her kind, all the sacrifices and hard work she had done to make sure that they could live in peace. She was a Knight.

Ebony swiveled around and looked at Emily, a look that had never been seen before passing quickly over her face. Fear. Ebony tightened her grip, refusing to lose control right now of the one thing that cleared her name.

Shraa had had enough of this upstart. It was time to end this. She "sent" a deafning mental "shout" at those that had risen to go with Ebony. Those with shields felt her hammering at them, the weaker ones collapsing enitrely as she screamed into their minds, confusing their thoughts actions, and for those without any shields at all, even their movements. One word, ONE WORD from Ebony at the start of this mess and Shraa would have gladly stepped forward and verified or disproved all of this. But this whelp had no sense of honor, of class, of tact, of loyalty, of even TRUTH. Ebony's supporters fell around her like flies, reeling from Shraa's mental attack, even as she felt the drain on her strength she hissed dangerously "The command given by your KING was to RELEASE the were and be ESCORTED out. Prove that you are not a complete traitor and obey the one to whom you claim loyalty." She stepped forward through the crowd. This mental attack was taxing, but she was tired of this. The king's guards that were loyal to him would ensure that his commands were carried out, she was just making their jobs a bit easier. Once this woman was dealt with she would offer her services to Drake to clean his guard of all not loyal to him. She did not like Drake's approach to people, but he was her KING and above all that she was loyal to him.

Ebony stared at the girl, a wicked grin on her face. She took a mental picture of the girl. Emily glared at Ebony for a long moment, the growl growing louder and louder. She might not have all her strength, nor be able to shift but she was tired. Tired of being treated like she was less than what she knew she was. She tackled Ebony to the floor. The Vampire's arms raising to protect her face, as Emily attacked. Ebony wedged her knee between her and the wolf and toppled the wolf over her head. She became feral as she croutched low and hissed at the mental attack and physical before running. The silver chain free from her hand.

Emily moved back, trying to pull the silver collar off, her paws scratching at the collar itself.

Still staring at the guards, eyes being narrowed, he snarled slightly. Getten taken off guard, when the followers begun to fall, his snarl dissapeared. His eyes widened slightly, before he mentioned to the guards to take them under arrest. After all, betrayal were a pretty serious crime.

He slowly stepped forward towards the werewolf, who tried to take off the silver collar. Waiting for her to calm down, he guessed it was a she, he growed one of his nails and cut it over. It would take to long time for herself to get it up. Raising he gave one of the guards the collar, but looked at him closely. It looked like he would have to send out spies to find out who was loyal to him. Not something that helped his paranoia.

Shraa ceased her mental attack and staggered a bit with weariness, but there wasn't time to rest yet. Approaching Drake in her guise she curtseyed low. "Sire, I offer you my... unique services to discover any traitors." meanwhile she telepathed to Emily "Emily, I would speak with you and the King at the same time, remain." She was pulling her attention inward when she caught a wisp of someone looking for her. It was the handsome were from before. Amused, she sent him a quiet thought "You seek me? I am over here." Shuddering slightly from exertion she glanced up at Drake as she straightened.

Emily waited as the King himself released the collar from her neck. She quietly sat there in wolf form, unsure if she'd be able to walk on two legs after such a long time of walking on four. She backed up to the wall, before her body shifted before the court. She definately didn't look like royalty as she braced herself against the wall, a ring-like scar encircling her neck from the silver. She wasn't dressed, and one of the other were offered to cover her up with his coat. She finally stood up straight holding the coat close to her, nodding her head; "Thank you, Tinous." She said with a nod. She knew most of the other weres in here with the exception of a few who where new or from a different area of the land. She turned her head to see the girl, who had helped free her and nodded in agreement to her request. She then turned to the King and bowed at the waist to show her gratitude.

Stepping quickly but gracefully over to the telepath, Yulo waved away the string of females following him, drawn on by his scent.
"I must ask for just a moment of privacy, ladies." Having dispelled the women, he turned back to Shraa. "Hello madam. I am a newcomer to these courts and was simply requesting identification of his lordship, which has been provided by... current events. If I am taking up attention better spent elsewhere, I will leave you be."

Shraa raised an eyebrow at him "Unless Drake himself sends you away, I have no complaints, by all means remain and see how this court works. Today was... a remarkable day, but certain factors hold true nonetheless. Sire?"

Leaning his head onto the pillar, he sighed tiredly. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night and he doubted he would tonight too. Not with the events playing out before him. It had spiraled so fast out of his grasp, making him feel weak and fragile. Traits he wouldn't fit! A king shouldn't be weak, not with the power in possesing the throne.

Looking up with unfocuzed eyes, he quickly pushed himself of the pillar and straigthed out in his full height. Noticing the lady before him, a small snarl settled in his mind. "Seeing as nearly half of my guards just showed to be bloody-" he surpressed the urge to spit on the floor, "-traitors, you except me to trust you?" His voice shaked with a tendense to hiss slightly.

Looking over at the were the vampire had released, his eyes turned quite softly, before looking back at the woman. Raising his head, when a swarm of were ladies appeared, he watched them glide away from the man dismissing them. His eyes narrowed slightly when he found out he never had seen the were before.

Shraa straightened to look Drake in the eye. "I would have thought I had demonstrated my loyalty today, but if that was not enough I can show you." She took a step forward and curtseyed again. "Let me show you sire. I can prove my loyalty and find out who else is loyal to you as well. To make sure nothing like this ever happens again and cleanse the guard of anymore... traitors."
((OOC: Drake probably doesn't recognise me, I made sure to shapeshift my features a while back.))

(( OOC: ACK! -Hurry and edit- Must have skipped it. ))

Emily tugged the coat tightly around her, before buttoning it up slightly. Again, the other were helped her in doing so. "Tinous I do not wish to be doted on... Please, go to the others and tell them to continue to join the party. It would be a shame to let food and wine go to waste..." She whispered quietly.

Tinous looked up, quiet, before nodding his head. "I must ask one thing before I leave... Who's pack will you seek to join now that the Donavon Pack is gone...?"

"I am the Donavon Pack... Whether I be the last or one of the few, we still exist. No Vampire clan will destroy the history that we hold, because I will not allow such a thing to happen. Now please..." She said as she motioned towards the other weres.

Tinous, satisfied with that answer if only for a small moment, let her be.

Emily once again stood at attention before seeing the King and the woman approach that approached him. She followed suit, now in a buttoned up coat that fell towards her mid- thigh, she faced the King himself standing only a few feet away from him. She stumbled a little, un-use to using two legs. It had been awhile, even for her to show up in one of these court-get-togethers.

Pulling his lips up in a low snarl, he looked the woman sternly into the eyes. He tried to roam her eyes for any trace of lies, but either she was a perfect lier or didn't lie. He snorted and turned around, looking with narrowed eyes out over his court. Every once of the beings there, where only out to try to get a piece of the cake, he was sure. And he had been proved right many times.

"I'm giving you one chance. One chance! If I ever find your misusing my thrust, I will personally make sure it never happens again." He said lowly and ice cold. He wasn't going to sleep tonigth, that's for sure.

Shraa nodded with a small smile. "Perhaps sire we should discuss this in private? It would not be wise for everyone in court to know the business of every other. I would let you know the truth of this matter from Emily herself. Rest assured, I will make sure she tells the truth, then you can properly deal with Lady Ebony and take whatever actions may be needed. As for..." She glanced sideways at the newcomer werewolf and flashed him a small smile "Our visitor, he asked me earlier on a lesson in the ways of the court. With your permission, what better then this?"

"Rest assured I will speak the rightful truth, M'Lady." She said to Shraa nodding her head. "Whatever the King may ask, I do not stretch the truth nor lie like my previous captor. My word is my Pack's... and vice versa." She said in a calm manner. "Sire..." She said bowing her head, "I must agree with the lady, in that I do not wish to discuss manners here. Especially since I am under dressed for the occassion."

Yulo turned back to Shaa and the king, acknowledging the fact that he was being discussed.
"I would greatly appreciate the opportunity sir, and it is entirely possible that I could find ways to assist you without jeopardizing your personal security." Having said this, he cut a slight bow, raising an inquiring eyebrow while half-bent.

He snorted and looked at the werewolf at her comment, "I can see that." He said dryly, before mentioning them to follow him. He stepped through a slight hidden door into a dark hallway, then he proceeded down the way, going through various holes, where light came in from the other rooms.

Shraa made mental notes of the locations of each watch hole. She had once suspected that these existed, but there had been no proof so she had let the matter drop. It was somewhat validating to find out she had been right all along. After several passageways they came out into a room that was far from court and there was no chance that they would be overheard. She bit back a groan as she realized that there were no chairs, she had been counting on somewhere to sit so she didn't collapse. She was a powerful telepath, yes. But breaking shields and crippling others took a lot of energy and she was teetering on the brink of exhaustion. Trying to look nonchalant she leaned against one of the wall for support and sighed. "Sire, as everyone in this room knows but you, I am a telepath. I cannot read you, no fear, your shields are too strong and I have no desire to break them, but I will be verifying everything Emily says. With halfclosed eyes she entered Emily's mind gently and thought at her "Begin."

Emily did nothing to prevent her from entering her mind once again, she simply turned to face her slightly, watching as she leaned up against the wall. Emily swayed a little herself, but managed to keep an upright posture for the most part. Her blue eyes turned back towards the King and waited for his first question.

the name is james,
but you can call me lord randolph

It had taken James more than three hours to get ready to come down to court this morning. Of course he'd mostly been procrastinating what had promised to be a very boring morning. Sadly, the morning had been anything but uneventful, and he'd been forced to catch up via the various women gossiping near the back of the court. With a frown he'd taken his mist form and followed the lord, not really feeling up to being noticed and pulled away from what promised to be an interesting discussion.

The small group reached the safe room, and James materialized before the lord. Even though he was part of the court, he'd never taken direction especially well. None the less, he swept into a low bow. "My lord, pardon my late arrival, but may I observe?" He said as smoothly as he was able. He looked up from the bow, his piercing blue eyes meeting Drake's. There was a smirk on his face. They both knew this game.

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