Alban watched and listened, the unamused look on his features and the slow scraping of his own claws against the soft wood of the table as the male thrall spoke [i] pretty words for a fucking marionette [/i] And then the female spoke for the first time, the glazed dumb look in her face faded quickly enough for Alban to raise a bald brow.

[i] Strings tighten, dance puppet dance [/i] he cast his gaze around to the others of his kind watching their faces for a quick moment before turning back to the woman and listening, intrigue and strife would swallow them all except the under-dwellers. He let a small smile cast about his features at the thought which dissipated at the mention of a call. And he leaned back watching intently at the scene when the feeling hit him.

Burning pain in his lungs and throat as if something was squeezing it with a burning fist and he clutched at it with a clawed hand resisting the sudden urge to tear at his own body to drive the pain out. Fighting the urge he slammed the claws down into the table and dug in his body convulsing as he could feel the immense rush of power and he snapped his section of table from it and it disintegrated. The feeling was wonderful; He could taste every different part of the rat he had early in the night, the smells of fresh kills still on everyone exploded into his senses and Alban could hear the thrumming of heartbeats of the scurrying things under the dock thrumming in his ears. His skin burned hot and the feeling of his body rapidly changing and adapting. His mouth shot open wide in a visage of pain but before it could be added a voice the pain suddenly ceased.

He let out a deep sigh of frustration mixed with relief at the feeling of normalcy returning and he glared at the thrall for a quick moment. "So, whelp of mister X." he stood and stretched feeling the rush of power abate "I don't think anyone here, even the thickest of us in the head would say they did not want to feel that again." He hissed out a breath and rolled his head "But, I don't think I'm going to be whipping my cock out and wavin' it about... But if your master has this kind of power. Why in the hell does he need us?"