This is a roleplay between Gurgle and I. Feel free to read; however no posting please. ^^;

A deep throaty growl escaped the monsterous creature as he was pulled to the ground once more by the vampire guards that had captured him. Ropes bound his clawed limbs to the ground to stop him fro his struggling and hopefully to tire him out until he was unable to keep his werewolf form. What none of the vampires struggling so hard to keep him down knew, was that that this was nothing but an act, that the wolf they had tied to the ground and was struggling so hard and practiced for this day for months and he was only here to make sure he got close to the queen of their people.

After a good twenty minutes of struggling, the large brown wolf settled, panting heavily as he painfully took his human form. He was handsome to say the least, dark brown hair (the same shade as his wolf coat) cut short, though still long enough to hang in his eyes and stick to the back of his sweaty neck. He had a broad chest, but he was lean, though anyone paying enough attention could tell that he was plenty strong, but the muscles that rippled across his chest as it rose and fell rapidly from his attack. His skin was tanned, obviously he spent a large amount of time outside in the sun and his face was dotted with freckles, yet another piece of evidence. His most stricking feature though, was his bright golden eyes that burnt amber when he was angry and were not a dull yellow, he was tired.

Even in his human form he was tall, nearly six feet, five inches, he towered over the guards, but it was usual for his people to be tall, even the women had height to them. Clad in only a pair of dark brown pants, ripped away at the caves, he was marched into the dark castle of the vampire queen. They entered the thrown room, each bowing, all except the wolf as he only threw a grinn the queens way, before one guard stood.

"My lady, what would you like done with the prisoner." He continued to look down, not making eye contact with his queen.

The vampiress had been rather bored until the prisoner had been brought into the throne room. Her bright green eyes strayed to the werewolf and a smirk played at her lips. Of all the creatures in the world, the one that was impudent enough to be caught in the land of vampires, was the very one that had been banished milleniums ago. The irony could have killed her.

Persephone Valisari was the queen of the vampires and one reason only; she was simply the oldest. The apparetly young woman was the first vampire, born with a mutation in her DNA during late Mesopatamia. Brushing a strand of silky, waist length red hair from her face, she stood up and approached the guards and their prisoner.

"Leave him here." She said quietly. her voice the kind of voice one would expect from a young mother, soft and sweet. "I want to examine him," She dismissed the guards except for the one who had spoken and simply stated, "You'll send a message to the others when I decide what to do with him, now stand over there," She said glancing at the far wall.

Looking at the werewolf, her smirk faltered for a moment, and she approached the beast...man...thing. She didn't quite have a word for him.

"Now I have to questions for you," She said calmly, "Who the hell are you and what do you think you are doing in this territory?"

She looked around the room and her gaze lingered on the mirror hanging upon the wall. There was no point in it being there in her opinion, vampires had no reflections after all. One of the few things the humans had gotten right in there little horror stories. After all, garlic did nothing except smell bad, stakes could kill much to Persephone's chagrine, silver didn't kill unless it entered the bloodstream though it could cause some pain and maybe even memory loss, and vampires could go out in sunlight if they wished to experience a painful burn later on.

Her gaze turned away from the mirror and met the wolf's once more. After all, she didn't need a mirror to know that she was beautiful, she was told often. She was fairly tall, standing about 5'8. Her eyes were a emeralg green and hair a bright red which contrasted well with her pale white flesh. She dressed simply for a queen, where a white sleeveless gown that reached below her feet, sliding a long the floor as she walked. She wore a pair of white gloves to match and was barefoot, having a hatred towards shoes. As for jewelry she wore a necklace with a small sapphire, and a pearl anklet. A small tattoo of a black rose could be found on the small of her back as well.

Looking at thw wolf, still calmly, she waited for a reply.

A deeper more wolfish grin came across his face as the vampiress aproached him, she was beautiful that much was for sure, but he would never tell her that. He was after all here to kill her, getting attached to the woman would be the last thing that he should do. His hands were tied tightly behind his back, though all he really needed to do was take his wolf form and the robe would tear to shreads. She was speaking to him now and he made suer to pay at least a little attention to her words, he did after all need to learn a little bit more about the vampires.

"I am Eloi, son of Issiah, curent leader of the Frektane pack... I was running, I hadn't meant to come upon your territory, but I couldn't resist a fight once one came along." He was after all a wolf and leaders son, he couldn't let some little vampires show him who's boss. He would be alpha someday. The were's could take their form wheneve they wished of course, though durring the day or when on a day with nothing but a sliver of a moon (or no moon at all) it took quite a lot of energy and they always needed to feed afterward.

He was fine now though, he had gotten a couple bites from the vampires who had tried to run him out of their teretory. He leaned foreward then, taking in the queen's scent and smiling a little bit. "For a vampire... you smell quite pretty... delicious even." It was myth that their people couldn't stand to be around each other, werewolves had originally been created to protect the vampires.

It was said on the were side that they were taken advantage of and they fought back against it. ON the vampire side they didn't appreciate the life they had been given and tried to get more. A deep breath escaped the wolves lips as he growled a little bit, it was all a lot of talk if you asked him.

Persephone chose to ignore the wolf's last comment and watched him carefully. So he claimed that he hadn't meant to enter the vampire territory, and that he was the son Issiah, of course she had heard of him. She glanced towards one her man advisors and simply said, "Background check now." When the advisor ran off she turned back towards the wolf and a grimace came upon her face.

"Sp, Eloi, you were running and accidentally entered our territory then just had to get into a little fight? Typical." She growled before turning snd returning to her seat at the throne. She played with the sapphire on her necklace and watched him in silence. He had broken her laws, so he was going to at least pay for that much, and as the wolves and vampires were at war, he wasn't about to let go either. "Well, if that's all true then, we won't execute you. Hell, we won't even keep you in the dungeons."

She looked thoughtful before simply telling him, "All right then. I'll just keep you as my personal servant. Anything I say goes, and if you dare to disobey me, I'll execute you myself."

((Stupid writer's block. >.>))

((Sorry it took me so long^^;; ))

Eloi only grinned as he heard the growl from the woman when she recounted his story. It was a believeable story, that was exactly why he came up with that one, besides thats what all of the guards around the werewolf territory were told to say. He looked over the queen, he hadn't done anything to bad at all and he hadn't killed anyone, so that was always a plus on his side. The vampires probably thought that they were earning something, having the son of the leader in their grasps.

"No dungeons really? Well hot damn, I must be getting a real deal this way." His grin grew wider and he crossed his arms across his broad chest and tilt his head to one side for a moment. A long breath escaped his lips, she didn't react to much to his little sarcastic jabs, though he was pretty sure that was a good thing, concidering that he could get in a lot of trouble with his little mouth.

His eyes widened a bit when he was told that he was going to be a personal servant to the queen. They were making it so easy on him, though he knew he would have to throw the charm on and get her to trust him before he would get any information from her and would have the chance to kill here. The game was on though.

"Well than, your highness... what is my first order?" He bowed lowly and smirked, raising an eye brow as he awaited her answer.

She stood up and dismissed the guards whom were in the room. "We'll start by finding you a collar. After all, don't all good puppies need one?" She asked teasingly, a smirk upon her face.

His eyes widened when she said that she was going to need to get him a collar and he jumped up straight growling. "You are not going to put me in a collar!" He shook his head hard and huffed slightly his arms crossing over his chest once more.

"Well, I believe that I have every right to do that," She told him coolly, "Now quit whining and come with me." She snapped, "Otherwise, I'm sure we can fit an execution into my schedule."

A deep breath escaped his lips as he thought it over, did he really want to give up on his mission over a little collar. The answer was obvious, no, that was really the last thing that he wanted. So pouting and looking very much like a little puppy he followed after her. "Fine... but if it has fur and is pink I'm going to break something..."

Persephone merely smirked even more and entered a room, she began going through drawers and tossed him a black dog collar. "Here put it on." She said sweetly, her eyes on him. Well, she was going to have fun with this one. There was no doubting that. "And then, I'll show you where you'll be staying." She's always wanted an exotic pet, this certainly worked for her.

Brushing her hair behind her shoulders, Persephone turned away from him to shut the drawers and added over her shoulder, "In case you didn't know my name is Persephone. However you will address me as 'My lady,' or 'ma'am.'" She turned to look at him and started out the door, "Got it?"

Eloi caugh the collar with no problems and looked down at it carefully, this was after all a first, he had never been someones pet before, he had however been someones personal servant before. Everyone served the alpha. He pulled the collar back behind his neck, slipping it together carefully as he clipped it shut. "There it's on... happy now?"

He grinned at her when she told him what he was supose to call her before a deep breath escaped her lips. "Hmmm... well alright that ma'am" He let out a long breath as he waited for her to take him to where he would be staying.

"Maybe." She said, before leading him to a room with two white French Doors. "You will be sleeping in here," She said opening the doors to reveal a large room with a white queen size bed, a black dresser with a mirror, and a black chair. Empty shelves filled the room, and two white sliding doors led to a rather small walk-in closet.

"I hope you enjoy your stay,"She added sarcastically. "My room is down the hall and to the right, and one of my servants will bring you fresh clothing sometime during the night." With a sigh, she leaned against the wall.

"I hope you know, I really don't believe your story. Sure, I ought to, but running of all reasons? I thought you wolves had a better since of direction and its quite clear where our territory begins. It's across the river after all, so you to have crossed the bridge at some point."

He blinked a couple times, looking over the rook as he entered it, this was a very nice room for someone who was just a personal servant, but she wouldn't say anything about that. He didn't want to end up sleeping on some paper or anything like that. He turned back to look at the queen tilting his head to one side curiously.

"Oh yes... I'm sure I will... will I get a better look of you in this room some day soon?" He raked his eyes up and down her body once, he was sure it would make her just as mad as it made the women in his own pack. He had been smaked on more than one occasion for staring at women. "And good... your castle is a bit drafty, maybe you should work on the warm welcoming thing?"

He took a seat on the bed as she told him about how she didn't believe his story. "Yes well I happened to have been chasing something and I didn't cross a bridge... the river is thinner in the area I was... it was much more like a wide stream than a river." It was true of course, he had his story down perfectly. "But I was only out for a run... you know that whole, being distracted easily thing."

Persephone's normally pale face flushed and her eyes narrowed as she resisted the urge to slap the wererolf. "Well, if you say so...." She said quietly, as she crossed her arms and looked him over. "My husband will be returning from his meeting in Germany soon," She stated calmly, "Then we'll decide whether or not you'll have a long stay."

She frowned at that thought, and her nose wrinkled as though there was a disgusting smell underneath it. "We can expect him in a few days," She added coolly, "After all, what he says goes." She stated in an almost mocking voice.

"I'll let you get some sleep now," She told him. "You have work to do in the morning, unless of course, you have a reason I should stay?"

A grin came across Eloi's lips as he lay back on the bed, crossing his arms behind his head and cocking an eyebrow. She let out a long breath thinking about whether or not her husband would be as over protective as a wolf is with his mate. "Hmm... well I'm sure I won't be here for long after your husband comes here... he wouldn't want a man as handsome as I serving his queen personally..." He grinned at her.

"Ahh... so you're one of those types of girls who lets their husbands push you around.. a wolf girl would never let someone push her around like that." He laughed just a little bit and crossed her legs a deep breath escaping his lips

He grinned at her as she said that he was going to leave. "Well I have a reason you should stay, but your husband wouldn't like it." He laughed just a little bit and closed his eyes.

Persephone blushed even more and she stared at him, an incredulous look upon her face. "I don't let my husband push me around." She stated dryly, "I simply do my duty as a wife and honor his requests." Sure, that was a way of putting it. And when he spoke his last comment, her face flushed some more. "That's......that's lovely......"

Well, there was no denying that the queen wasn't used to being spoken to in that way. With a sigh she looked at him once more before leaving the room and shutting the door.

After entering her own bedroom, she laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep. That was probably the worst thing about being a vampire, and especially one of her age. It was hard to even slip into a resting state these days.

He chuckled just a bit, openinng an eye and looking over him, smirking just a little bit as he sat the blush on her face. "Really... that sounds like you let your Mate push you around... maybe you should think about what you are getting from him..." He laughed just a little bit and closed his eyes once more, relaxing into the bed.

He was tired though, so he turned onto his side and curled up into a bit of a ball falling into a peaceful sleep. It was amazing how great he slept when he didn't even like to be here.

The next morning, Persephone walked out of her room, and headed downstairs. She held several short conversations with royal advisors and guards before heading upstairs to Eloi's room.

Opening the doors she sighed, as she peeked into the room. "Time to get up."

By the time that she had come to the room Eloi was already up jogging back and forth in the room, he had energy to burn and he wasn't used to not having a nice long jog every morning. He glanced at the door when he heard the door open before he slowed just jogging to a stop and turned around to look at her. He now wore just a pair of nice black pants cotton pants, his bed laying on the bed.

He blinked a couple times before slipping the white t-shirt on and turning back to her. "Alright... I'm up, what am I supose to do today?"

She stepped over to the window, and waved a hand towards a large patch of trees. "I need these trees cleared so a new road can be created," She told him. "I exxpect you can do that?"

Eloi looked over the trees carefully, thinking about it for a moment before nodding. "I can do it.. but I'm probably going to need a full cow at the end.. is there any way you can get that for me sweet cheeks?" He cocked an eye brow at her.

Persephone stared at him, he had taken her seriously....? "I was kidding," She said, before stepping into the room fully. "You'll be accompanying me for my trip." She looked around the room before her gaze fell on him once more, "You see, I have to go into town for business and I'll need somebody to carry my belongings."

He shrugged just slightly when she commented on the fact that he took her seriously. "You gave me a chance to be outside... therefore I wanted to take it..." He blinked a couple times though when he was told he was going to be the equivilent of a pack mule for here today. He grinned though before she smirked slightly and shrugged. "Well only if you promise to let me carry you..."

Persephone stared at him increduously for a few seconds before turning away. "Just be downstairs in five minutes," She said coolly, clearly flustered though, judging by the color rising in her cheeks. Without another word to him, she headed downstairs, a thoughtful expression upon her face.

Maybe this wasn't a great idea.... She thought, as she entered the throne room and took a stack of papers from one of the advisors. Oh well, I suppose it could be worse....