War and Peace and Pancakes

Blood Art

"Thanks, Liv." The blonde haired, blue eyed vampire offered her a brilliant smile as the two women looked at their tattoos. It had been a work in progress over several weeks but both of them had sat through her making a joined mural on their backs. Flowing strokes and a sweeping battle scene that flowed through time, culture and realms covered the two of them from shoulder to just above their tail bones.

Each piece made sense on its own, though when they stood side by side, naked, one could see that it was one single artwork. The two of them wouldn't understand the portions that didn't belong to their earth, they may not even catch the demonic script that provided them a little more protection than modern armour might.

They hadn't mentioned it, but Urdu knew that these two were warriors. They hunted down monsters and protected their people. She wondered if she was becoming too attached to this realm and some of the people within.

Bryn and Shiloh here were prime examples. Dark and light, one talkative and one quiet, they were a team that Urdu could imagine was nearly inseparable. Tough as nails but capable of more than just violence, they had been easy to talk to and a welcome relief from the rest of the worlds around her.

"Drop by in a couple weeks, if I'm around, I'll look at any touch ups. And then we can talk about your arms." Urdu was proud of her work, the complexity of it allowing her mind to zone out of the demands of the rest of the universe.

The response was cut off by the door opening, followed by the arrogant stride of a vampire too conceited to try and silence his steps. Urdu watched the two soldiers stiffen, their faces showing no emotion, though they clearly didn't like the man who was walking towards her with a greasy smirk on his face.

"Olivia, you're here. Great. You need to do some touch ups for me." His lip curled in distaste as he looked at the other two women, before settling on Urdu.

"Sorry. I'm booked." Urdu had nearly ripped the man's head off the last time he was here. He wasn't the most important leech in this realm but she supposed that his death would complicate things more than she felt like dealing with. So she had restrained herself.

The two women remained on either side of her, arms crossed, stances prepped for a fight. As far as they knew, Olivia wasn't powerful enough to deal with Mr. Devlin on her own. She wondered if she should have picked an older form but she had been hoping to avoid anyone questioning why they hadn't heard of her if she was so long lived. Old enough to slip through the Order's tracking systems but young enough that she wouldn't matter.It seemed like that just had its own problems, judging by the asshole in front of her.

"Do you know who I am? Two of the Order's Dogs can wait." He growled through bared teeth, which only brought calm, dangerous looks from her would-be protectors.

"Oh, I've just finished with them." Urdu rolled her eyes, shifting to kiss Shiloh and then Bryn on their cheeks in turn, before smirking back to Cadman Devlin, "but I don't have time for you."

He drew himself up, expanding his chest even as his glare got a little more malevolent, speaking with as much power as he had. "I think you do."

It drew growls from the other two, but only a grin from Urdu, oh, she had time for him. She had an idea and before either of them could do more than snarl, she reached out and squeezed their hands, her eyes locking on Cadman, "alright. I do."

"Liv...." Shiloh looked to her, dark eyes searching her features for reassurance.

"Go on. You two aren't needed here. Go lick your master's boots." The bastard thought he had won and it was only a little push of Urdu's powers that had the other two glaring at him and stalking out of the room. Though neither one of them was very happy about it and would probably question their own actions later, they moved because Urdu took the choice from them. Cadman didn't offer them another glance, smirking to her as he pulled off his shirt.