Lila-Lemae - The Broken Machine

Chapter 2 - Dances & Dresses

The moonlight was dim, almost sad. Clouds hovered around, threatening to spill their containments of rain upon the earths dry soils. Outside, the winds whipped through the air, bringing an assortment of chills and brutal dust wherever they went.
But inside was much warmer, only a slight breeze swept through the doors of Ronans mansion. But even then, nothing made it through to his parlor, or as he appropriately called it, his beloved ballroom.

Bodies whisked around, the pastel colours of dresses meshing with dark pitch of suits.

But one sood out upon all others. Perhaps for her beauty. Perhaps for title.. or perhaps because she was placed to the right of the stage, at the side of a man, the man who owns this fine establishment.

Stepping forwards with grace and power, a large voice boomed effortlessly through the room, drawing the attention and eyes of everybody there.
"Welcome, my fellow accomplices, colleagues, and of course, friends"
Pausing for a meer moment, he ensired he had the eyes and ears of all the people in his ballroom.
"My name is Ronan, as I'm sure your all aware."
His thick brittish accent sliced through any noise with ease.
" We are gathered here tonight to celebrate.
We celebrate the girl who I have raised to be a machine. A killer so ruthless, cunning and sly. A buisness woman who is smart and witty. A lady, one who never wears her emotions on her face.. And a being more powerful than any of you peasants in here."
Ronan held his head high as he listed off the traits of the woman standing stiller than a stone in the corner, not an ounce of emotion flickered through her eyes.
Glancing back at her, Ronan flicked his hand towards her, an invitation for her to step forward.
"We celebrate tonight her 23 birthday, where she may find her mate. I hope the very best for all of you here tonight, may be be yours whether your from a pack, covern, tribe or otherwise, if she truely is yours, she has my permission to leave with you tonight."

The room was quite for a few moments, then the chatter started again, and before long, the music and dancing was in full-swing again.

Except one. Me. Lila-Lemae, the machine.
I stood in the far corner by the bar-like kitchenette, scanning the crowed slowly and carefully, hoping to catch a glimse of someone, anyone who could be my mate.

Although no emtions were to be shown, my heart ached to go free, to find kindess and sincerity when someone told me they cared.. but ut was all for nothing. When I saw him, he was dancing with another woman..  and then, he proposed..