07-29-2013, 06:06 AM
Mercy was fine where she was, there was no need to mingle, no need to promenade herself around the room to curry favour of those within the Camarilla. She partially expected them to start dancing or something like this was a court or dance hall of olden days...but that just shows how versed Mercy is in the tenets of the Camarilla.
Somewhere amid the movement of the crowd Mercy's dark eyes lock with Lux's a moment of recognition payed to the woman whom probably didn't care to acknowledge or even look in her direction, but it is given anyways, made apparent. Jack would have received one of those looks as well, but the man wore many faces, and tonight he wore a face that the outlander had never witnessed and so he is passed over by those predatory eyes, considered only briefly.
Briefly because her solitary vigil is interrupted, Mercy may not pay much attention to the Camarilla, but she knew of certain monsters, knew of certain positions of importance within its borders and the small creature who strode casually up to stand at the wall so near to Mercy's hide made the woman round herself towards the Malkavian her eyes narrowing on the woman but remaining silent.
And then there was the parade, the arrival of more fopish human wannabe's and then...the supposed apex predator. Simply because her form is older does not make Mercy underestimate this newcomer, and though she does not turn her gaze to the woman, she listens carefully, taking in the tone and the intent, as one of Mercy's like would. Mercy's face developed furrows the more she listened, the woman displeased or perhaps simply uncomfortable. But she remained silent for now once Lady Adelaide had finished.
No instead she turned her gaze once more towards Narcisa before a deep harmonic growl like that of a bobcat whispered past Mercy's lips as the woman spoke.
"What...do you want?"
Somewhere amid the movement of the crowd Mercy's dark eyes lock with Lux's a moment of recognition payed to the woman whom probably didn't care to acknowledge or even look in her direction, but it is given anyways, made apparent. Jack would have received one of those looks as well, but the man wore many faces, and tonight he wore a face that the outlander had never witnessed and so he is passed over by those predatory eyes, considered only briefly.
Briefly because her solitary vigil is interrupted, Mercy may not pay much attention to the Camarilla, but she knew of certain monsters, knew of certain positions of importance within its borders and the small creature who strode casually up to stand at the wall so near to Mercy's hide made the woman round herself towards the Malkavian her eyes narrowing on the woman but remaining silent.
And then there was the parade, the arrival of more fopish human wannabe's and then...the supposed apex predator. Simply because her form is older does not make Mercy underestimate this newcomer, and though she does not turn her gaze to the woman, she listens carefully, taking in the tone and the intent, as one of Mercy's like would. Mercy's face developed furrows the more she listened, the woman displeased or perhaps simply uncomfortable. But she remained silent for now once Lady Adelaide had finished.
No instead she turned her gaze once more towards Narcisa before a deep harmonic growl like that of a bobcat whispered past Mercy's lips as the woman spoke.
"What...do you want?"