Wolves of Traft

Dining in hell

After settling in a bit, Pierce and Miranda made their way to the main hall, which was conveniently located about a block away. Miranda couldn't take her eyes off Pierce. He was so.. Perfect in every way. She could only hope the town bitch Camille didn't sink her claws into him. She made a face just at the thought of it. Pierce looked over at her, highly amused "Do I smell that bad ?" Miranda blushed desperately and looked away "No, you don't smell bad at all ! Quite nice actually !" She cut herself off with more blushing. Pierce smiled and chuckled before they came to the main hall. It's large doors were carved with beautiful designs that were complicated, and yet simple. Pierce slowly opened the doors and Miranda scurried inside. They came to the feast table where creatures of all sorts were eating, and enjoying a good conversation. Miranda saw Melody waving at them from one section of the table, her blonde hair and blue eyes shimmering. They walked over and sat. Everyone quieted as they looked at Pierce. Some mumbled quietly about his dashing looks, others made comments on his unique shifting. None were bad. Aaron was at the head of the table. He raised his mug "Welcome, all ! May this night be the first of our new citizen, Pierce !" Everyone stared, several blushing and giggling at the amused look on his face "It seems I have introduction enough, Aaron." Aaron smiled "We dine !" Food was served and everybody was enjoying themselves. That's when Miranda looked up to see Camille Lavender, sitting across from them. She could hear her saying nasty things about Miranda. Things like 'slut, whore, bitch,' and several other incredibly ridiculous and obviously untrue comments. It made her blood boil. Camille thought she was sooo great being an ancestor of Merlin, and being one of the highest ranking witches. Suddenly, she turned to Pierce, fluttering her lashes over her dark eyes, and twirled some auburn hair on her petite finger. She was obviously flirting, but, Pierce seemed to be ignoring her. She rolled her eyes and spat another rude comment over her shoulder about Miranda and suddenly Pierce stood up "Excuse me, miss, but if you would please stop acting so high and mighty, and bring your ass down to earth for a bit, it would be much obliged by me, and Miranda, who is not a whore or a slut." Camille blushed furiously and several people nodded in agreement with Pierce's statement. It seemed he wasn't the only one sick of it, though, he was the only one brave enough to say it to her.