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He stood at his full height. His wings were folded behind his back, and blood still dripped from his claws. He finally turned his attention from Octavia to Julianna, and grumbled a bit in French before speaking clearly in English.

"I have been killing those damned creatures since the day I won my freedom. I also do not enjoy being spoken to in the manner he did. It is not my fault his clan is that of liars and bourgiouse pigs. And you expect me to show control. I am showing enough by letting him still stand without being nailed to a wall. But you, where is the control you have. I see none! You sit in your chair or stand on your table doing nothing but allowing that filth to live. I accepted your offer, but never was able to give my terms before this demon came. I will not engage in any truce or alliance with any Tremere or their servants. I will continue to exist as I have since before you were even a mortal. I will kill all Tremere, and nothing is going to stop me accept my own death."

He finished off his impassionated speech and stood, looking at the archbishop, anger still strong in his eyes.

"hahahaha" jack openly laughs at the spectacle, not bothering to restrain himself. "is it not our way to the weak from ourselves? archbishop? If Jacques wishes to spray infernalist blood all over the walls, i say let him." Jack's eyes gleamed with hope that jacques wouldn't restrain himself at the behest of some woman who called herself the ruler of this city, she held no true power yet, and without us she is nothing. "and with that topic at a close, i will to accompany jacques in the gables. mary, would you care to join us?" jack now staring at the girl, grinning dangerously.

Jacques wasn't listening to anyone around him. They could all be dancing like idiots for all he cared, he was still to angry to take his eyes away from the archbishop. He had calmed his body, so he was less tense, but the flame of anger still burned in his eyes as he waited for a response.

She actually, deciding to cool things down, dominated the infernalist to sleep before having servants drag him into one of the bedrooms, as she inhaled deeply, trying to regain composure. She shot a glare at Jake, her eyes glowing.

"You insolent little b*****d! You don't understand much of the sabbat, do you? If things need to come down to boil of getting rid of some of the weaker links, we shall do it in tournaments...because being undead is all fun and games isn't it. I'm glad Packs are being made, and as for you Jacques, I advise you to control that temper you have. It will get you ashed around here."

She turned her back to the others, and her face to the floor, her hands clenching nervously once again. Her demeanor had turned back to what she normally was, and she followed Jacques to the door, knowing Jake would be right beside her.

She wasn't sure what would happen now, but hell if she cared. She wanted to fight, and she was ready, there had not been too much battling for her as of late, and she was missing it. She was made for fighting, was her one ambition and the only thing she was good at through her unlife

He stepped out of the room and, while standing in the hall, turned to those who followed him.

"So who are you, and why do you wish to follow me..."

Mary glances up, her eyes hesitant at first, but then once again resolute. She looked him dead in the eyes and smiled. "I wish to follow no one, and if you ask me, this pack thing is bull, but if I must follow someone, I would rather it be you than the rest of those..." She muted her speech, but the laughing smile that came across her face, and her hand shooting to run through her hair was a blatant hint to the fact that she didn't think much of the others.

"I believe that you will not demand that I change, you will not demand that I become "more social" or "less aggressive" and I assure you that if you do, I will gladly leave." She stopped and stood, waiting for an answer, as if she was ready to walk away already if he was to object.