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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:55:46 GMT
September 4th, 2007- began
Marcus stood there and grinned to the man beside him. "You are SURE you can get us in there? Lost three men last year trying. Set them ablaze soon as they crossed the threshold." The man smiled back and nodded. "Trust me, Marcus. You and your men will finally be victorious today." Marcus smiled. Turning to the men behind him, 8 all told not counting him and the man he had hired five years ago, he nodded for them to follow. Walking across the expanse of grass between the trees and the Manor, Marcus laughed. "You know, Arkady, you are one mean sob. I mean, seriously, you woulda done this for less? You are colder than me." Arkady nodded. "You have no idea."
The end of the family's era in power was coming to an crashing halt. Adirian stood in the main archway, on a ladder, pulling down tapestries of Rank and War. Once they were a point of pride within the Keep, but the family of old was no more... many of the blood were no longer honorable and... there was no use in keeping the Clan name going with no Clan to govern. “...It's a sad day to see the family fall into the shadows of the past.”
A small tinge of 'something' would touch Adir's mind. He would more than likely not get a tight enough hold of it to do anything but dismiss it as his feelings of sadness. A second later a voice spoke behind Adir's back. "But think of the FINE bonfire we shall have." The voice laughed a thud would be heard as the body of the one servant in the Manor, the undead who had tried to reach for Adir's mind in warning a moment ago, hit the floor, blood draining from the puncture marks on his neck. Behind Arkady would stand several Hunters. To his left was Marcus. The man who had led the hunt on Raven's Sire, Alexa. There was no mistaking the scar on his face Alexa remembered in the telling of the tale many years ago. "Hello dear cousin."
The thud was more telling than he needed after the mention of the bonfire... Arkady had turned on him. He should have expected as much... he was, after all one of Vlad's childer. With all the trouble he'd caused the Sabbat and Arkady's power hungry nature, it was only a matter of time before the turncoat would try to sell his head to the Cardinal to get himself a rank among the Sword. “Nice to see you cousin... Aren't you going to introduce me to your new boyfriend...?” Nodding at the man with the scar. “...And his lackeys? I suppose not hmm?” Dropping down from the ladder, he let the tapestry fall to the marble floor below, his feet hitting without much sound at all, a merit of his graceful nature. “What's your next move cousin?”
Arkady laughed, "Well," and stepped over the butler and swiftly plucked a single feather from Adir's wing before leaping back out of the way before Adir could snake an arm out to grab him. Shaking the feather he finished, "I shall find poor young Raven and console her on the loss of her dear husband. And perhaps give her comfort in more ways than one." He wriggled his eyebrows maliciously. "As to my friends. Let us just say they are your morticians. For they shall bury you for me."
Arkady laughed once more and turned to go setting his own ward on the outer wall. Those wearing the hidden amulets on them would be able to leave, but Adir was now affectively trapped in his own house by the warped twisting of his own lineaged wardings. "Well now, I guess that makes me the HEAD mortician." Marcus laughed and nodded nearly imperceptibly and the man to Adir's right lunged, palms out towards the Blood Angel's chest as daggers slid from the sheaths under his shirt.
No sooner did Arkady turn his back than did Adirian murmur a short string of words and pull free a cord from around his neck, calling forth his black-steel broadsword. The trick relied on a pre-etup ritual to store an item within a crystal that would be freed once the words were spoken. Though he appeared unarmed, the skilled Cainite never truly was. “I believe you'll find it difficult to comfort anyone while you are lacking a head, cousin.” He spat the words as he swung the sword from behind the man, though he hadn't counted on the man's reflexes, taking instead his arm at the shoulder, which held the feather plucked from his wing. “Next time, I WILL collect your head.” He knew he couldn't get to the man while the others stepped between them to initiate combat.
Arkady growled as he turned just passed doorway realizing the feather had dropped and blood dripped from his arm. "Nothing matter now... be well Adir. I will give my love to your Raven" He murmured his own incant and shot skyward as the attacks commenced on Adir.
Defending himself from a few mortals was not a difficult task, per se, but he was sure they would not be alone... this was merely the welcoming committee. He pushed his blade through a few of the men as he tried to step backward further into the Keep. “Do you really expect to kill me? Time is the only being with enough power to kill me, you filthy Hunter bastards... Where's your army? You'll need one.” He stood in front of the doorway leading out of the great hall, waiting for them to advance on him.
Two fell nearly immediately. But he would soon realize that two of the four still standing before him were mortal like the others. Marcus and the last two were immortals. Vamps of powerful blood. About the time he framed the doorway with his size, several more could be 'felt' coming in various places in the keep and a powerful mage blast would slam into his back with the force of a hard shove to try and force him into the waiting steel of those he still faced. There was a mage in the Manor now as well.
His senses told of danger all around, many more soldiers of the Sword and even a true Magus. There wasn't much hope for one, even of his abilities and power. “I see you truly have brought a small army... let me be the first to wish you luck navigating these halls. You cannot find a Master of the Keep within his own domain.” With those last words to the soldiers, he flung his steel directly at the man's chest before pushing the strength of his will to full force in a rushed application of Koldunic Sorcery. Adirian then seemed to dissolve before their eyes as he rode the very currents of air, swept beneath the doorway and down the halls, vanishing into the darkest parts of the maze-like Keep.
Marcus screamed for them to rush the man but it was too late. One of the vampyre to his left had caught the sword in the chest and lay in a pile of dust. "FIND HIM AND BRING HIM TO ME ALIVE!!!" Marcus growled. Within moments a dozen men were swarming the halls of the Keep. Banners and portraits were torn down and closets and anything big enough to hold him was emptied onto floors. Within a few hours, the Manor looked like a tornado had torn through it. Marcus sat in the main sitting room stewing with rage as the mage before him failed time and again to locate the Tepes.
He mentally scolded himself for running from the fight, he could use his most powerful spells and topple this very castle to kill them all in one fell swoop. But he refused to crumble the Keep of his Family, even though he was one of the few remaining in this decaying world. He let them sack the Keep, tear down whatever they wished, it could all be replaced... as long as the walls still stood, he would remake the Keep again.
Two men ended up in the catacombs used as dungeons and began to slam open door after door in search of the wayward prince of blood. "He can't have left. He woulda not made it out in one piece without a talisman." The other man laughed and kicked open the door to the cubical next to last in his row (right before the one Adir showed Raven he hid in) and laughed. "He is around. And when WE are the ones who bring him to Marcus, WE will get the reward." They both laughed.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:55:53 GMT
He had re-formed into solid shape during the process of escaping from the group. He could hear the two idiots running off at the mouth outside, not very tactically sound to let your prey know you're hunting them. A few moments of concentration and he forced his body to dissolve again into the air as quickly as it could before they threw the door open to peer in.... they would have no idea, even if they had thought to bring their pet mage with them.
"Damn it... he isn't here. Let's get back upstairs. I am getting the creeps down here. He probably tortured and killed down here too. Sicko bastard." As the voices began to recede he would hear them continue. "You hear that other angel from hell talk of this guys wife?" The other laughed. "Yeah, man is she in for a surprise when the cousin shows up. Bet she is a little slut whore like he is. Will fuck the cousin in her 'remorse' and call it comfort" As they laugh one could almost imagine the body and hand gestures. "Yeah, wouldn't mind 'consoling her' myself if she is hot." The laughter would increase giving away that they stood at the end of the dungeon hall near the doorway, unable to continue from the laughter and lewd remarks.
The Eldridge Koldun's rage had never been at such a height.. first these jackals burst into his Keep with that traitor at their head, and now they dishonor the image of his love so casually...No, they wouldn't make it two more steps... The Zephyr form he held swept clean out from under the doorway, causing a whipping wind to form inside the hallway that held no way for a draft to even slip through. In moments he re-formed just beside the pair. “You have just uttered your last words... I hope you enjoyed them.” A spur of pure solid bone jutted out from the underside of his forearms. With a clean and swift thrust, he jutted the bone-spikes directly into the throat of each man with a thrust that crossed his chest in both directions.
His fingers wrapped around each of their jaws, holding them in position so they would not wrench themselves free of the lances of bone. “Your commander picked the wrong mission to accept. I'll pull you all down, one by one if I have to.” He drug the bodies up the steps, leaving one down the left hall and one down the right before retreating back down to the room they 'nearly' found him in.
The men had heard the 'wind' and turned with swords drawn in hopes of capturing the elusive prey. But it wasn't meant to be as their gasped cries were but slight mewlings as the boned gauntlet like protrusions severed their larynx and bound tongue to roof of mouth. Their eyes glazed in comprehension a moment too late and they gave no protest in their now dead state as they were dumped in the carpeted hallways. As another pair of men made rounds for the third time, they came across the bodies and raised the alarm. Once more they swarmed from room to room seeking the hellish fiend and once more they found nothing.
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Over the course of the long months, he spent the days listening for steps outside his door, and carving... he had to complete his carving so he might see Raven once more, albeit only in stone but perhaps she would appreciate the metaphor of it, should she ever get to see. He set wards to alert should anyone come down the stairway to this level, that he might have more time to ready himself in the event of an attack... but until then, he carved, lost in his thoughts.
For two months, Marcus had drawn up to an additional dozen men into the Manor as one by one they turned up dead by Adir's hands or weapons. But for the last three weeks, nothing had happened. No sight or sound or body had been left to give away that Adir still lived, or walked. He had begun to believe, at the insistence of the mage, that Adir had been so long without vitae that he had probably slipped into torpor. That suited Marcus just fine. They would continue to scope the house till he rose then take him in his weakened condition. But just to be sure, he had a backup plan. On the night before they would depart the mage took a final walk around the Manor to seek out Adir on his own. The others slept being unable to rise before the sun was full down. Such weak creatures he thought them to be. To only come out at night while he could roam as he wished. The sun was nearing the horizon on its way to the sea when the mage wandered into the dungeon for the dozenth time in as many weeks. He had never peered at the walls too deeply or he would have discerned Adir's resting place from the walls markings. As he leaned on the wall, he spoke the incant softly. Unaware it would have no affect on Adir as he was no mere vampire. "Out of darkness, out of hell. Hear my words as if a bell. Come to me and heed my words. Fall before me and relinquish your sword." The incant had worked on dozens of vampires in the past as the words held powers of dominance and obea in them. And pure blood vampire within sound of his voice, thus sparing those asleep above, would find themselves helpless to resist the urge to do just that... drop their sword and offer themselves to the mage. For Adir, it would merely seem like a soft tug of desire, but one he could fight. "Come out, Prince Adir. By now your Lady lays with another or has given up on you. There is no more reason to go on." He then smiled, closed his eyes and reached his mind out to sense Adir's presence.
With the ward in place to alert him, he sat near the door waiting and listening. He could hear the words spoken, and feel the threads of Spirit and Prime attached to them. He knew bits of the mage casting since Koldunic Sorcery was a Blood Magic derived from their abilities. He could not be so easily commanded by a few threads of magic and a silly rhyme. Adir had gone through conditioning and had an Iron Will against such things. He did not sense anyone else with the mage this time, though... One By One, just as he had said to the first pair. He had precious little blood left, but this was a special battle, he had to use another Discipline.
The bones and muscles in his body began to crack and shift as they stretched, re-formed and expanded the six and a half foot tall Cainite into an Eight foot tall monster of massive muscle, plated and spined bone protrusions, wickedly long talons and vicious teeth. He had taken on the Tzimisce's trademark Zulo Shape, Nightmare Form or Horrid Form, known by many names... just as deadly by all of them. He waited, like a hunting cat, ready to spring on the mage.
As he shifted, the mage grinned and opened his eyes laughing. "I can feel you, ANGEL" the last word nearly spat from his lips in a curse. his hands parted and lips murmured as lightning began to crackle between his palms. "Come to me angel and I will lay you to rest with the gods who forsakened you!"
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:56:04 GMT
Sept. 5, 2007
Adirian threw the door open, and leaped through the air at the mage, trying to let the inertia of his heavy figure crash into his mortal frame before he could get any deadly spells loose. He led with his talons, trying to rend the mage's form into tatters with the knife-long razors tipping each of his fingers. His gaping maw ready to sink rows of piercing teeth into the flesh of the mage's throat as he would crash into the being.
The mage laughed expecting such an attack and palms forward, the medallion of Tepes tied with a leather thong to the palm of one hand, the lightning shot forth to slam into Adir's chest in counter attack as the mage laughed with wickedness and glee. "It will not be so easy, ANGEL FROM HELL!!"
He expected some kind of spell, and was willing to take the hit as long as he killed this mage, it mattered not if he died so long as he could rend this pathetic spell-throwing Kine's heart out and throw it against the wall. He felt the electricity arc through him, and knew it would hurt later, but as of now he had all of his attention focused on his attack... distraction was the surest way to lose a battle. He was surprised that Arkady had given the mage the Tepes emblem to use against him, but that would be dealt with later... He felt his talons shred soft flesh as he barreled into the frail body of the man. Snarling his response at the screaming mound of a human being below him. “That is Angel of Death.... Come to deliver you into the arms of Oblivion.”
The mage struck time and again as he went down. His screams turned swiftly to blood filled gurgles as the final murmurs from him caused his body to explode under Adir with enough force that Adir's body would be thrown from him into the nearby wall.
Adirian stood as best he could after the flames spouted up from the mage's tangled figure had dashed him against the wall. The licking flames blackened the bone plates protecting him, which were shed as he reverted from the monstrous shape he had taken. He looked down to the black spot where the mage had laid before dashing the heart he held, against the wall and limping back towards his cell to stand before the carving of what he wished for most, hoping the gods might take pity on him and grant him a moment or two with her before taking him.
Marcus heard the explosion and came to the dungeon to find the mage burned and dead. “Poor bastard. Knew your damned traps would backfire on you.” Even though laughter would follow him back up the steps to collect the remaining men, there was a quickness to his steps as if Adir were truly on his heels. Within hours, the Manor was dark and silent once more. He had a better plan. One that would work better than steel or magic.
Within a week, the plan was set in motion. Soon Adir would fall to him. He just had a feeling.
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Lyssa stepped into the Manor and called out softly at first. "HELLO... ANYONE HERE?... HEELLLOOO?" Getting a bit more daring on not hearing anything, the slim fiery red head moved in a bit more and called louder. "HELLO! ANYONE? I JUST NEED A PLACE TO SLEEP!" She moved about on the floors above Adir and went room by room seeing if anyone was there. At one point, she opens the door to the dungeons and calls out in a clear crystalline sweet voice. "HELLOOOO? ANYONEEE??" And waits a moment to see if there is anything but her echo.
As he sat on the crates of tools, waiting for the abyss to claim him, he ignored the sensory alert of presence in the Keep. He didn't care anymore unless they broke the ward on the steps that alerted him. He would defend himself in his prison cell, but he did not have the strength to chase down anyone. Then, a voice.. the ward didn't break because no one stepped down... but someone calling out? It could be a remarkably simple trap, but if he didn't feed he would be nothing but a husk in another week. “I can't stay in here forever.”
When no one answered she shut the door and moved upstairs. Finding the largest bed in the master Suite, she pressed a few pieces of broken armoire doors off it and shoved off the curtains and clothes piled there before curling into a ball and falling asleep.
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For three weeks Lyssa moved about the Manor cleaning up and trying to make the place livable again. She used a few traps found in a garden shed, to catch rabbit and wolf in the forest and used what few things she got in the garden to eat and soon could be heard humming every evening as she moved about. Falling asleep one night about three weeks after moving in, Adir would become overly aware of her presence once more. Like the smell of a cake you knew was in the oven but had forgotten about till it came out and was set, delicious and warm on the counter
The door to his cell creaked open slowly, the once proud and powerful Eldridge Tzimisce shambling out of the darkness like a beaten cur, of which he likely resembled rather closely in his current appearance. The steps proved to be a challenge as he drug himself up them to the twin doors at the top, he barely managed to get them open, and never thought for a moment about closing them as he crawled onward down the hall. He was severely in need of vitae, immediately. He'd depleted most of his supply in the siege, and killing those who ventured too close to his cell. The mage, though, really cut into his stores when he was forced to repair his body after the lances of white-hot lightning he'd taken. “I smell... food, in my home.”
As he stalked the darkened halls in search of the tell-tale signs of inhabitation, one could be quite certain he was not speaking of the scent of human sustenance cooking in his kitchens.
She moaned softly in her sleep as she dreamt of something chasing her. Her soft voice and racing heart would call to Adir as easily as her voice had but weeks earlier. Upon seeing her, he would see her in one of Raven's old night gowns. Midnight black on her soft freckled skin. Her fire red hair tussled around her face making it seem she slept on a pillow flames. Her soft full lips, full of life and blood, pulsed slightly half parted as if about to speak. One hand crossed over her chest, on top of the comforter he and Raven once lay beneath, and the other lay up over her head as if she had reached for something and fallen asleep mid motion.
Creeping into the Master Suite he felt his ire rising at the presumption of this Kine. He'd been locked away in a cell, prisoner within his own home while she lay in his bed as if she were the owner of this place. He tried to be absolutely silent as he walked slowly... as if he had any other pace while wounded. Unless he was driven into frenzy, he would have a hard time, even with this hunt. “Not the Master of this castle...” He murmured continually to himself, still burned at this person for thinking to intrude here. Even though, the protocols did not apply to a broken Keep, he did not seem to classify this Keep as broken quite yet.
As he stood over her, she would move and murmur as if about to wake, but would settle a moment later back into a vision of serenity and perfection. Perhaps his Raven HAD moved on, perhaps Arkady had killed her thinking it her best end since Adir would surely die. Suddenly these thoughts would begin to filter as unheard whispers around him. Unknown to him, it was magic set off by his own blood stepping over the threshold of the bedroom.
*If she's moved on there is not much that can be done. No, she wouldn't move on. But if he killed her... He couldn't have done it. He'll die anyhow, I have to live, if only to take him down.* Quietly he answered his own plaguing thoughts to himself. Standing there in the moonlight in his own room for the first time in months, the sweet scent of the mountain air found its way into his nose. His senses were swarming with every kind of sensation they could pick up after being imprisoned in the blackness of the dungeon. The beat of her heart re-focused his attention to the task at hand.
It was a quicker jump than most would give him credit for. It had to be. He was sure his rambling would wake her, and he couldn't let what could be his last source of blood escape. He hadn't checked yet whether or not they had found his cache of supplies, he'd thought they would not since they were well hidden, but one could never be certain. His fingers wrapped around her wrist as he landed atop her, hoping his weight would pin her and his strength would hold out through the process of feeding.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:56:14 GMT
She tilted her head as if able to read his thoughts and the pulse beckoned him with each beat of her heart. The softness of her skin called to him as he leapt on her. Her eyes snapped open and a soft cry escaped her lips as she gazed up at him with pure fear in her eyes. Her heart raced faster as he leaned down to feed and through the tears and choking sobs she pleaded. "PLLlleeeasseee.... don't kill me.... please... I don't want to diee...." She whispered the words KILL and DIE a little louder than the others forcing the vision of Raven laying dead into his mind. She hoped the images would stop him from taking her life. "I will make a deal with you... please don't kill me... plleeaseeee."
“Childe.. the only thing you have that I would want, flows in your veins... what else could you possibly offer me?” The vision of Raven, driven into his mind, steeled his resolve to kill Arkady in an exquisitely slow fashion. He needed to feed, and he did not care from whom the vitae came, as long as it was -soon-. His fingers tightened about her wrists to prevent her from wriggling loose as she struggled. It was a bit sad to him, really... to be fought off by a mortal. He really was weaker with this little amount of blood in him.
"To feed more than this once from me..." She looked up and her eyes swirled with a sensation of green he had never seen, even in Raven. "Please... don't kill me and I will stay so you can feed as you need till you are strong again..." She shifted her body under his to make him a bit more aware she was indeed female and offering her blood and more. Her voice dropped to almost milky smoothness with desire pressing behind it. "If you feed too much now, it will be bad, won't it... but I will stay so you can feed and grow..."Her hips rose in enticement. "PPllleeaseee.... you will grow stronger so you can get revenge on whoever did this to you... couldn't you?" She pressed her desire to help onto his mind hoping that subtle magic would continue to go undetected and yet help her at the same time.
Her eyes were what did it, something in her gaze made him not want to kill drain all the lifeblood from her. He was sure her shifting beneath his weight was just a trick to try and catch him off guard, not that it mattered, he didn't desire this one for anything more than sustenance. His fingers released their grasp on her as he moved aside, sitting on the edge of the bed, not caring anymore if she left or stayed. If her words were false to coax him to stop, then so be it, he would check the cache for vitae instead. “I won't kill you... at least not today... Have you seen anyone else lurking around here lately?”
She shuddered as he rolled off her and sat up resting one hand on his shoulder as he now sat in the curve of her body. "Feed from me... there is no one else here and hasn't been for nearly a moon." She laid a kiss on his neck softly and laid back slipping her nightgown down off her shoulders but not so far to reveal all her assets. "Please... feed from me..." She reached out to caress his back hoping he would turn and look at the offering evident on her face.
Her kiss against the back of his neck and her delicate touch, set him on edge. Instead of turning he stood, walking over to the balcony doors to look out over the mountains below. It seemed like so long ago that he'd seen this landscape. He had always been proud of his homeland, like anyone who is bonded to it by blood would be, no doubt. “What makes you think me feeding from you wouldn't kill you?” He was trying not to get pulled into this co-habitation with the errant girl, and turned to bluff to try and win out.
Suddenly realizing he wouldn't want to touch her now. She drew the nightgown up and then the covers. Her voice shaking and unsure. "I am sorry... Maybe you will. I guess it doesn't matter then, does it." Realizing she may die anyway, she rises from the bed and he can hear her bare feet pad on the carpet as she comes up behind him. Her hand draws up his back and runs thru his hair then over the edge of his wing. "I have never seen anything so beautiful. And if you do kill me when feeding, I am glad I got to see it." She moves before him and kneels down near his right foot drawing her hair off her neck and bending her head down in offering. The rush of her heart proving she is indeed scared, though still sincere.
With what scant bit of grace was left in his form in that moment, he knelt down beside the young woman, bringing one hand to rest atop her bared shoulder, while the other swept fingertips across her cheek. He regarded her captivating green eyes in a silent 'Thank You' and dropped his lips to press against her neck, teeth swiftly puncturing her smooth skin with the barest amount of pain at all. Pulling the sweet nectar of life from her veins gave him a surge of strength, for a moment they two were of one heartbeat, one handful of seconds to share that seemed to span almost a full day. He dared not pull more than she could spare and continue daily activity. She seemed genuine, and he would not rob her of her life.
She cried out like a soft scared child as he bit into her. It was reflex and no amount of readiness would have stopped it. Her soft cry soon melted into a velvet sigh of pleasure as the euphoria set in. Her hands had reflexively grasped the front of his now tattered shirt and he could feel the press of her body to his as she sighed in pleasure in his ear. "Yeesssss" she whispered as he drank. Her eyes closed as she seemed to melt into his arms. As he fed, her heart began to slow and soon her sigh turned to simple breathing as she slipped into the slumbered embrace from the feeding. Her weight pressed against him and her nightgown fell off one shoulder revealing an expanse of lily white skin dotted in soft caramel freckles.
The blood flow stopped as she fell into slumber, he let the tip of his tongue lap across the twin punctures to seal them up leaving no trace. With renewed strength in his body, he easily hefted the scant weight of the girl, and returned her to sleep away the effects of the Kiss in his bed, pulling the covers over her form. For a moment he stood there, looking down to the mane of red hair, remembering the look in those intense green eyes that now stood lidded and hidden. He sighed quietly, missing his old life, and hoping he would some day redeem it. “Good night... and thank you.” With that, he walked from the room, seeking refuge in another part of the house that was guarded from the light which would be approaching in some hours.
She awoke as the sun flooded the room covering and warming her body. Stretching she smiled thinking of what had happened and thinking it a dream. Sitting up she noticed the stretched out neck of her gown and the undone top three buttons. It wasn't a dream. Adir had returned. She smiled then swiftly buried her knowledge of him behind shields of discipline even he wouldn't be able to breach. She slipped into a pair of jeans and a t shirt leaving her panties on but not bothering with a bra. He was centuries old anyway, not like it mattered. As she walked thru the keep she checked in every closet and bedroom and sitting room searching for where he slept. She knew she wouldn't harm him, but knowing where he would rise from meant he wouldn't scare her when he did wake. She didn't think a scream would be very endearing to him.
After all was said and done, he ended up sleeping in the Ante-chamber outside the grand Meeting Hall. Reason being.. no windows. The ante-chamber had a rather large fireplace, a few comfy chairs and tables for sitting and talking while waiting on others to arrive. He was sprawled out on one of the long couches that inhabited the room, with the remnants of a dying fire across the room from him. He looked properly cleaned and re-dressed in some of his own clothing now, typical of a regal sort to go see to fashion after getting fed up properly.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:56:21 GMT
She found him on the couch, cleaned up and relaxed, and smiled. Taking a blanket from the room next door, she moved towards him and carefully covered him against the chill since the fireplace had died. Perhaps the chill will leave him a bit weaker and seeking her again this night. She needed him to depend on her. She wanted him to want her around, and want to stay around her. Leaning to kiss his forehead, she left a warding on the blanket so when it was completely removed from his body (when he wakes) the 'whispers' would start again. This time they would be of the loveliness of the woman in the house. The sweetness of her blood. Her worthiness and desire to help.
As she left him there and went on with her daily chores of continuing to clean up, she paid special attention to his chambers she had been sleeping in. The curtains were rehung to provide safety from the heat and light and she rehung the torn armoire doors and cleaned, mended and replaced a lot of his and the Lady's clothes. Pulling out one of the emerald dresses, she smiled and donned it. The care it had been shown showed it was special. She found the jewelry box and added emerald jewelry so when she would finally hear the door to his resting place open, she would be in the main sitting room in the off the shoulder gown with her hair in an intricate loose design off her neck and the echo of her blood echoing (enhanced by subtle magic once more) in the room.
When the sun fell, he was stirred from his rest, of course the fire had gone out, there were no housemen around to take care of such things any longer. He absently wondered if they had slain all his help, or let them go, they were just hirelings mostly... No, they likely tortured them all for information that they didn't have in the first place. With a murmured apology skyward to them, he peeled the blanket away and stood up, never really noticing the fact that he hadn't brought one for himself. “I wonder if she's still wandering around in here or gone on?” She was rather lovely, and of good quality of blood, he thought to himself. And she was just trying to help, which she did help him. He let the thoughts drift, but instead of vanishing, they hung in the back of his mind. He wasn't sure why he was so fixated on her.. perhaps it was that he had only been in the Hunter/Prey scenario for so long, switching both roles back and forth, it was good to just have someone nearby that did not want to kill him, and that he did not have to either. Pausing outside the room, he knocked and waited, feeling a bit foolish for knocking at his own door, but wanting to be polite to her none-the-less.
A smile touched her lips as she heard the knock. Moving from where she had been gazing at a portrait of Raven over the now lit fireplace, she moved to the corner away from direct line of sight from him opening the door. "Come..." She called softly, almost timid. He would have to search to find her, but turning to the right would find her framed by the rising moonlight in the window behind her which would set her hair aglow as if bewitched and her dress shine as it had been crafted to do.
Hearing the soft words from within the room, he turned the handle and stepped inside, closing the door behind him as he walked further inside the confines of his former bedroom to find it more organized and dressed up than it was just last night. “When did you find the time to do this?” Glancing around and not seeing her directly, caused him to wheel around in a circle, looking behind as well now, to catch her standing off in the corner. She was quite a vision in that emerald gown, painted by the hand of Luna herself, into a radiant beauty. “Ah, there you are... Very fetching attire.”
Smiling almost demurely, she ran a hand suggestively across the low collar line letting her finger tip graze her bare chest. "I just found it in the closet." She nodded to the semi fixed armoire. "As to finding time. It was a long day and I wanted to thank you for not killing me." She smiled walking towards him slowly. She was barefoot in the gown making her feet silent from stone to carpet and back again as she crossed to him. The whispers began again in his mind. *Soft skin... sweet blood... so helpful... so alluring... so soft... so touchable...* She was oblivious to the 'thoughts' in his head and her hand moved to his chest to fix an errant ruffle and brush an invisible piece of lint from the coat. Her hand reached to caress his left wing tip softly once more as she gazed into his eyes. "I hope you don't mind I wore it. I thought you might like it."
“Well, you don't have to thank me for not killing you. I may be a horrible monster, but I'm not heartless. If anything, I should be the one thanking you. It is after all, by your grace that I live.” He couldn't miss all the little actions she executed, the way she touched him and looked at him, as if she were waiting for something. He chose not to address it for now and just move ahead. “And... No, I don't mind you wearing it at all. I know not what has become of my wife, and she is certainly not wearing it at the moment. It is nice to get dressed up from time to time, right?” He tried to push away the multitude of thoughts assailing his mind, but they all sprang to thoughts of Raven in that gown, then to this woman in the gown and more thoughts he didn't want to be thinking.
She didn't press the matter. She wanted him to make the move cause he wished it. Not because she used more magic. Moving away from him as her hand trailed off the gown, she headed for the fireplace. Bending to stoke it, she turned slightly to get an additional log and gave him a perfect view down the top front of the gown. Her ample bosom showing him as the whispers continued *so soft... so beautiful... so willing... so soft... so sweet... so beautiful*. "You don't know what happened to your wife? I am sure if you have been gone as long as that you would want her to move on and be happy." She glanced up then back to the fire before rising and adjusting the dress so it settled back into place. "I mean, you seem so kind. I doubt you would wish her to waste away with worry. Would you?"
She started to walk to the couch and motioned him towards it as well. "Sit with me... please. I have been alone and scared for so long I am not sure how good company I will be," she sat and curled one leg under her body so it was hidden by the dress. Her voice dropped in pleading tones as her chin dipped demurely. "But I can try..." She once more patted the cushion next to her.
“Of course I want her to be happy, but I do not wish to discuss that subject any further. Once I am well enough, I will do what needs to be done in proper order.” His eyes took in her form as she bent to fool with the fire and as she rose again, those thoughts bounced to the forefront again. It wasn't like him to be thinking these things... he hadn't thought of them in months on end, why now? Putting it aside for now, he removed his jacket and hung it across his arm as he strode over to join her on the couch, sitting beside her as she had requested of him. “Well, since I know nothing of you, how about we begin with names... I am Adirian Tepes, I was once the Master of this Keep.”
She smiled. "Adirian... I like the sound of that." She almost giggled, her laughter was soft *so soft... so sweet...* "I am Lyssa... Lyssa Caerdicci. And I guess I am Mistress of nothing." She smiled blushing. "I would still call you Master of the Keep here. You have a way of moving around here as if you know every board, every drop of paint in the very fiber of your being." She smiled and leaned on the back of the couch, her outstretched arm letting her finger tips lightly graze his ebony wings. Looking into his eyes for a long while as she watched the play of emotions on his face, her cheek laid to rest on her arm stretching the length of her neck for his eyes to feast upon. *Sooo sweet... so young... so beautiful...* Finally she spoke in a whisper not wishing to startle him. "Can you fly? It must feel so wonderful..." Her fingers grazed his wings once more. The feathers sliding between the satin digits as if she were truly unaware the level she could touch inside him from the simple gesture.
“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Lyssa.” The corner of his lips quirked into half a smile as she paid notice of how familiar he was with the Keep, though it did not last but for that moment. “Ah, I'm afraid a Keep in disrepair cannot have a Master, so I have much work ahead of me if I wish to claim it once again.” Would those whispers ever cease? He was getting touchy within his own mind now, not a good sign... perhaps the madness had crept back in after his stint in the darkness while eluding the Hunters and playing hunter himself. Her touch against his wings sent a shudder through him, but her question that followed pained him quite a bit. “Fly? No, I cannot fly. See, to fly you have to hold love in your hand and know it cannot slip away. Metaphorically, I cannot fly.”
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:56:38 GMT
"Oh..." Her face looked down and she seemed sad. Her fingers slid free of the satinny feathers leaving a obvious absence where her touch had been. She wanted him to want to be near her. She rose and walked to the balcony door. "I can't fly either. You were lucky to have known it once. I have never been held by anyone who didn't want something from me." She crossed her arms and rubbed them as if shivering. "What is it like? To have someone touch you cause they truly want too and not because they have to to get what they want?" She left her back to him to let it sink in then turned and wiped an errant tear before smiling. "Forgive me. I mean. I don't mind that you don't truly want me. It's all right. And I will help you around here. Tell me what you want done during the day and I can do it. Honestly I can." She bit her lip and once more looked serene and ethereal standing there framed in moonlight with nothing but sky as the background. No window frames, no door markings, just black sky from the doors being open.
He sat quietly as Lyssa spoke, and felt the guilt hit him.. he had only wanted her for vitae, and she knew it. His eyes followed her form as she stepped away from him to the balcony doors. Appraising how best to alleviate the situation, he listened again as she reversed her position on the matter, though he knew she could not really be okay with it as she claimed. “Lyssa, forgive me?... I am not doing so well with social situations either. I've been sort of isolated here lately and... I did not ever mean to use you for what you could give me.” He stood slowly, leaving his coat behind on the cushion, walking over to stand before her. Adirian brought his hand upward, smoothly taking her right hand within his and bowed down to place a kiss to the back of her hand.
“Please... there is no need for you to do labor around here. As far as I am concerned, you are a welcome guest on these grounds. A Thousand Welcomes, and all my protection unto you.” He relinquished the gentle hold on the hand before crossing his arms behind himself. She may not know what the Protocols meant, and he wouldn't expect her to answer in-kind to meet them, he just hoped that she felt welcome. She was, after all, very sweet... and beautiful... and soft, when he'd held her hand, the skin was soft as silk... those thoughts again.
She held his hand a bit longer than she should have, enough that would have had to feel the pull as he let go. She blushed and looked down a moment before crossing her arms and rubbing them once more as if cold. "Thank you. But I know I am not a kept slave. I offered. But there is nothing more for me to do during the day. Please..." She glanced up with those incredible eyes and beseeches him. "... let me do something to thank you." She looked back up at him and hoped he would not deny her. She would please him, on any level, if he allowed it. That is what her look said. And her desire by helping restore the place she had begun restoring with love, before she knew the Master was still here, was evident.
“You may do whatever you see fit here, if you wish it... As you said you are not a kept slave, but I do not want you to overdo it either. The grounds here are no small distance to cover.” Looking down into her eyes that stared back into his blue irises, seeming to plead something silent, he could have gotten lost right then with the whispers that came to mind. *Such beautiful eyes... and a lovely figure... She's cold, why not hold her and make her warm... Let her do anything she wants... anything You want* He wasn't sure if he only shook his head mentally, or physically as well... those thoughts were becoming more insistent by the minute. Regaining his focus, he answered her question with a question, in true form. “What was it you had in mind?”
He had been about to reach for her. She felt it. Then suddenly those eyes once more went back to themselves and he remained away. She shrugged slightly and turned to face the expanse of lawn and forgotten gardens just below the window. "Nothing you do not wish me too. I can tend the garden, it needs weeding before winter. And I know the sprawl of the grounds for I have had over a moon to wander them." She gazed further out and her head tilted slightly as she shivered. "I know the feel of the grass changes at the edge of the wood where the sun doesn't always warm it. I know the clearing where the hunt offal is buried, but not so shallow that it cannot be foraged by the creatures wishing it most." She wanted to feel his touch again. And something told her he would soon. Hopefully very soon.
Her voice dropped with reverence and remembering. "I know where the tapestries, rolled best I could for their size, lay in pilfered sheets off of unused beds, tucked into places the sun would not rob them of beauty." She sighed. This place... so many memories. "And I know of the room you once called your own. Every crevice in the ceiling over the bed. Every scratch on the dressing mirror's surface..." she let her hand wander lightly to her throat. "Every jewel and button and seam on every one of your dressing shirts." She didn't turn but cocked her head a bit to gaze as if looking back as her voice became nearly a whisper. "What would you have of me?" The pulse at her neck taunt once more with the twist of her head. Showing him that there lay his moment to forget the cold cruel world, if only for an instant.
As he stood behind her now, listening to her tell her expansive knowledge of the grounds, it seemed just as if she had been living here for many years on end. As he stood, lost in thought, the whispers continued to grow. They were so small at first, like drops of rain behind the window pane slowly wearing at the surface until there was a crack, some water seeped in until there was a hole, then more water seeping in... Without realizing it, he had lifted his arms and wrapped them around her bared arms in an attempt to keep her warm.
Looking down at her head, tilted to the side, just so... revealing the expanse of that smooth, long neck, so inviting. *Just put your lips against her skin, you don't have to feed, she's not ready for you to feed again, but you want to feel the warmth of her skin.* He'd started to lean in before catching himself again and mentally shaking off the thoughts. “Let us come away from the cold night air and sit closer to the fire. You seem a bit chilled, yes?”
As his arms caressed hers and didn't retreat, she soon leaned back and closed the final distance between them. Her voice whispering softly. "Not yet... please." She tilted her neck just a bit more and closed her eyes as if letting the breeze play over her skin *so soft... so sweet*. She kept her voice nearly a whisper, but knew he would hear not because he was so close, or had hypersensitive range, but because he was listening. "You can feed again if you want. Even just a touch." She moved her fingers so they ran back and forth in a soft almost hypnotizing tempo on his arm. Back and forth... back and forth... so warm... so soft... so willing. *She knows you as you always wanted... willing to give you surcease. Willing to let you taste as much as you desire...*
"You are warm, Adir..." She breathed softly in silent invitation and relaxed into him to the point if he stepped back now, she would surely fall.
His arms around her figure, tightened just a bit, as she reclined against him. Her invitation to feed again was very tempting, but he knew it was folly, and suspected she merely wished to feel the euphoria associated with the Kiss... but it was so tempting. *Just a bit more, her blood was so sweet, just about the purest vitae ever... And just think, she'll get excited from it too she loves the Kiss.* His lips were in place against the side of her neck, fangs ready to impart the Kiss to her before he stopped, just waiting there for his Beast to subside. Finally he drew away, having done little else but kiss at her neck. “I.. shouldn't, though I want to... You do not posses enough blood to safely feed successive nights. It would harm you, I am sorry.”
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:56:43 GMT
She parted her lips in a soft gasp as his lip settled on the pulse spot of her neck. She felt him tense but a moment and steeled herself for the embrace of last evening. But it never came. As he spoke of her not having enough to feed him in successions she nodded. "Even a little?" She turned slowly but remained in his arms, her palms coming to rest on his chest once more. "You need your strength." Her emerald eyes spoke volumes to him. She watched his eyes look into hers and slowly began to rise on tip toes. As her lips came close to his, she whispered into his mouth. "Please... show me how a kiss feels..." Her lips were but a breath away. The feeling of her live warm body was in his arms and on rising, she leaned into him so their body touched at every point from knee to chest.
He could feel the rhythmic rise and fall of her corseted bosom against the firmness of his ribs and the slight quiver of her body. Was it the chill, the anticipation or being balanced on her bare footed toes which made her shudder? *So willing... just a kiss... no harm... she only wishes to know... never known... so sweet... so warm... so alive...* "Please...." She pleaded as the lips hovered where the merest tilt of his head would press them to his own.
Not in the many years of Kindred politics had his will been bent quite so easily as now. Finding himself looking into those eyes again, with his arms around her perfect silhouette.. *So soft to touch, so beautiful to behold.. She just wants a kiss.. Would you be the one to deny her that small a thing?* Adirian became very aware of her presence pressed so closely against his figure, his arms encircling her form had reflexively held her closer as she moved in. The brush of those soft lips and her plea to just feel one kiss...
His eyelids fell shut as the wash of sensation fell over him, that rush from the first kiss with somebody new, his lips pressed to hers with as much passion as she sought from him, it was no illusion of a kiss just to placate her request, those whispers in his mind had showed him just how much he, in truth, had wanted to kiss her... Gods, at least he had learned her name first.
It worked! She fell into the kiss and pressed back. A small mewl of pleasure turning to a moan of want and desire. Knowing it wasn't time yet, she kept it only a kiss. Should he make a move, she would not stop him, but it wasn't her turn to try yet. She pressed against him as he held her close and her arms stayed pinned between them, fearing if she tried to move them, the spell of his desire would be broken. As the kiss deepened she tilted her head and parted her lips wider. She wanted him to teach her. That was how this worked. Be clumsy, but passionate. Be wanting but tentative and unsure. She shivered in his arms as she kissed him. Her tongue dancing with first time clumsiness which merely made the dance all the sweeter. Was she for real? How could one so beautiful have been left in tatters. She knew not how to embrace... knew not how to kiss... a soft press to her mind would see only abuse and hurt, use and desertion. Then shields stronger than any mortal had a right to have. But with the clips of images he would receive, the shields were merely her defense mechanism. Easily explained. *So sweet... so naive... so wanting... be easy... but don't push her away... or she may never come back... so sweet... so soft... be easy, but don't push her away...*
It seemed a long kiss, for he was lost within her reaction to it, her enthusiasm for a genuine embrace had him remembering that despite his past she knew nothing of, perhaps she merely saw a man she was attracted to, it would not be illogical. Sometimes the simplest answers were all it took to connect the dots. With his thoughts settled by this logic, he let the kiss break slowly, still holding her form in the same manner as he looked back into those penetratingly deep emerald eyes. “Was that what you had in mind? Or did you need another endeavor, to make certain?”
Her face, flushed crimson from the feeling, glowed in the moonlight beneath his gaze. Her heart raced and her body trembled, though in his arms, he doubted it was from cold. She managed to speak, but it was soft and cracked from the experience. "You would kiss me again if I asked?" Her tongue slid out to lick the near swollen lips. The press of their embrace had plumped them like ripe fresh cherries before his very eyes and her own eyes shown, were it possible, brighter than ever before.
He stood quietly, holding the young beauty in his arms while regarding her gaze, which he could see sparkling with excitement at the kiss they had just shared as well as the prospect of more. Nodding silently, was his first response to her inquiry, but soon he spoke as well, to reassure her. “Actually, I was asking that time.” He lowered a bit to close distance again, coming remarkably close to meeting her lips, without touching them just yet, waiting for her to close the final scant distance this time around.
She didn't have to speak this time and her arms slid up his chest to encircle his neck. As the ripe lips met his, the soft sound was one he had not heard from a woman in a long time. One of pure unbridled pleasure and bliss. Her finger tips ran over the edges of his wings as they embraced. Her body pressed closer making the heat between them rise. She parted her lips easier this time and followed his silent lead in how to caress his tongue with her own. The motions were still a little shaky, but the desire was as hot this time as last time and this time her legs came close enough to press his thighs as if they had always been lovers and this was but another time to be in one another's arms. She found the place on his wing base where he reacted the most and continued to caress there hoping it was giving him the pleasure his embrace was giving her as she felt his arms tighten around her body to hold her closer.
Another slow stirring wave of sensation boiled up through him from the advancements she showed him. The closeness of her figure against him sent the signals of how much more she was willing to offer. *So willing, so beautiful... She's right here, why be alone?* His thoughts pressed him just as she did, in all the right places, making him wish he had the opportunity to give in to it. To just step back onto the bed and give in to the moment... No, he couldn't do that. It was not right. He couldn't be sure where he stood with Raven. He could not let himself be swept off in passion, despite how the tremendous caresses she gave at the ridges of his wings effected him. “I...think this is as far as we go tonight. I should not press myself on you so. You asked for a simple kiss.” His posture straightened as the kiss broke, though his arms still remained around her figure, not finding himself wishing to let go just yet.
She broke the kiss nearly the same time he did. Her face flushed, crimson lips swollen more than before, making her seem even more appealing somehow. "I..." Her voice seemed lost as a finger came to caress over the lips he had touched a moment ago. As her shining eyes glanced back up at him, she smiled. "I had no idea it could feel like that. Is is always so..." She closed her eyes as the finger ran around her lips once more. Opening them, she let the same finger run over his own lips as she continued. "Always so intense?" Her body quivered in his embrace and her heart raced in pleasure. The scent from her was one that only such emotions could create. "I have never known something so luscious."
His senses were still buzzing from the passion in her kiss, he stood and watched as she mused over the intensity of their embrace. *Those lips, so soft.. wouldn't they be wonderful elsewhere* With his body so close with her own still, he could feel the rhythm of her heart, again reminding him of how willing she was to impart more vitae to him. “Intense... It can be very intense, yes. Depending on the passion of both people partaking in the embrace.”
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:56:49 GMT
"Mmmmmmmm" she cooed. "I cannot even imagine." Slowly she began to remove herself from him. As they parted, inch by agonizing inch, he would first feel the withdrawal of her body, then its heat, then the thumping of her excited heart.
She moved towards the fireplace. "Without your embrace, perhaps we should close the doors and stoke the fires a bit more." She squatted down this time to tend to the minimal flames, but even that small motion seemed eloquent and elaborate. In the silence that filled the space between them, she rose and turned to him. Her head cocked slightly to the side and languid eyes blinked making her seem so young and innocent, almost like a curious small bird. "Perhaps, someday, I will learn of it."
She stood and watched his motions, studying his every move. *So sweet.... so willing... don't scare the poor child...*
“Yes, yes... That should keep the heat well enough.” With her tending to the fireplace, he made himself busy with pulling the balcony doors closed and locked, followed by the drawing shut of the thick curtains. Within a few hours the room ought to hold ample heat for her. “Being what I am, the temperature is not much of a concern.. I tend to forget such things at times, but...” He crossed the room to return to the couch where they had sat earlier, reclaiming his seat and draping his jacket across his lap. “measures such as the hearth here are in place to see to guests as you can see.” He did not address her comment of learning of the passion they could share, someday. The whispers set in as they tended to do these days.
She moved to sit back on the couch but this time leaned on the back of it as her arm draped towards him. "Tell me. Do all of your kind have wings? It must be wonderful to sail above the grass, and buildings and waves in the moonlight with no one to trouble you." Her eyes found and held his as she seemed almost dreamy. Her eyes seemed heavy as if she were seeking a bedtime story before falling asleep.
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:57:03 GMT
Adirian let his posture relax as she renewed the conversation, leaning his head back against the cushions while thinking back to the times in which he actually used his wings daily... the Blood Angels were long gone, and merely a few remnants of them remained in these times. “Ah, no... I was part of a House that chose certain people to be members of it's ranks, and as a gift of membership, we were bestowed wings. I held a higher ranking position, and thusly, was given larger wings as a mark of station... It's been some centuries since they've died off, however.”
Once more as if without thought, her fingers traced thru the softness of the feathers. "You must be an important man indeed. Master of this Manor, given higher honors," she laughed that chiming soft laugh once more, "perhaps I should be in the town seeking someone more worthy to feed you. Someone untainted and worth the station you hold." She let her eyes drift down as if ashamed of her past. Once more, as if unable to keep them from her thoughts, images of hatred, abuse and bad times would echo from her conscious mind. Then, as before, that shield would stop anything more from coming thru. Almost seeming to stop at the same horrible scene, just before too much can be gleaned from it.
“No, no, no... Despite the ranks of my past, I have never looked down on anybody as if I was better than they.” His head turned to the side to address her more personally as he spoke. “Were I a typical person of high station, you would find our interactions much different.” In the time she held her eyes downcast, he could tell a few things of her current thoughts, he was not nearly as gifted as others at empathy, but he knew enough to tell moods. “What is it that is troubling you? Anything you would benefit from talking about with someone?”
She shook her head and withdrew that satiny touch from him. Once more the lack of her touch would be somehow expanded so he could almost feel her actual pulling back like a string within him. *So alone... so sweet* "No it's all right." She looked up with a slight smile on her face. "While my name may 'sound' like something of stature. I assure you, there is nothing in me to raise me to your level." She shifted and curled her legs under herself and stifled a yawn with the back of one lithe hand. "Forgive me. It's just that after my mother died, I became Lady of the house to my father in all ways. Even those I didn't wish to be. And soon it wasn't just him taking liberties."
She bit her lip and looked down as her fingers played absently on the hem of the dress forcing it, without seeming to notice, up enough to expose an expanse of bare thigh and upper hip. * so soft... just reach out...* "Father said if I didn't marry well, he would see to it I didn't marry at all." A slight shrug would follow the shudder and sigh of a soul having given up. "It was long ago..."
Taking in her history, he sat silently and listened. Watching her re-tell it was difficult, he could tell the memory pained her. “Some fathers are awful that way... I know all about father problems. Mine was somewhat of a local legend around here... the people actually called him The Impaler... some called him Son Of The Devil... The infamy of my bloodline was always something of a shame in these lands. I always vowed to be different than He was... I'm sorry for your painful past, and asking you of it. Sometimes it helps to talk though.” His eyes shifted back skyward to the high ceiling within the expansive room, hoping he hadn't resurrected too many bad memories for the young woman.
Her hand went to his thigh and patted it lightly before remaining there a moment more. "It's all right. It seems we have more in common than we thought." She slowly drew back her hand and smoothed the wrinkles on the dress now practically bunched in her lap. As she stifled another yawn, she giggled like a child. "I suppose I should give you some time to yourself. I mean, I HAD taken over your house, I mean, Manor. I imagine there are things you want to do alone?" She began to straighten the dress as her bare feet poked free of the crinoline and satin preparing to stand. "I do not wish to be a bother."
“No, nothing alone in particular.. There is not much I can do here until I regain my power, and that just takes time... If you're tired or wish me to leave you be, I can go also. You, after all, have been staying here, it would be rude of me to take up your space.” He motioned for her to stay, he did not wish her to leave, or to leave himself, but he would if she so wished.
She shook her head and leaned back into the crook of the couch behind her. "Then I would rather stay... if you will stay?" She looked down as she bent her knees towards her chest and tucked the gown about her exposing her tiny feet and ankles and part of her lily white leg towards her knee. Suddenly she looked and seemed so very young, which to his long life, she perhaps was. But suddenly there was almost an aura of frailty to her as well. She yawned and tilted her head to rest it on the back of the couch. "Tell me a story of your past... I want to know what its like to live forever. To see the world and the things you have seen. I have never left this province and so know nothing more than what I can walk to in an afternoon." She reached up and removed two pins from her hair and the fiery cascade suddenly seemed to set her face aglow. *So beautiful... so lonely*
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:57:12 GMT
Siege at Tepes Manor
1.2
Sept 9, 2007
Leaning his head against the back of the couch, he gazed skyward as he looked back on some of the details she wished to hear of, but all he could think of was his love, Raven. When he thought of her, even the whispers faded away into nothing. "To live forever is not always what it is made out to be... As you can see, there is a price. I must live off the life-force of others and be wary of the sunlight... It can get lonely too, outliving everyone around you. Sometimes I think I would trade it just to live one standard lifetime with the one I love." Inhaling deeply, he let a slow sigh expell from his throat, looking over to Lyssa once again. "I'm sorry, there is obviously much history, but much of it is not good at all."
She felt his feeling drift away and the whispers came back *She is here... so close... can heal you... hold you... so beautiful* "I cannot imagine outliving those I know. But I suppose being gone and never seeing them again is kind of the same thing." She reached once more to caress his feathers. Looking back into his eyes she smiled demurely *such deep beautiful eyes* "Is love the only way to fly" she whispered.
"For some it may not be so.. but for myself it is the only way, yes." When his thoughts drifted back away from Raven, the whispers returned again. *Isn't she beautiful... Such a willing girl... Blood so sweet* His gaze never lingered from her very long before it found its way back again. "I do miss it, being locked indoors for so long, unable to fly. I have yet to even be outside again since coming up from the dungeons. Perhaps I'll have to walk the grounds tomorrow, take inventory of the damages."
Smiling as the whispers continued, she stood slowly and stepped before him whispering. "Take my hand... Come with me..." Her eyes, so soft and full of pleasure, her blood, so sweet, pulsing at her neck and throat, her body so lithe and beautiful... "Come with me..." She whispered almost making it sound dreamlike in your mind.
His arm raised slowly toward hers, his fingers sliding across her soft skin as he took her hand, wondering where she had in mind to take him. "Where are we going?" He eased his figure to stand beside her, leaving his coat behind on the seat, hardly thinking of anything other than Lyssa. His focus was solely on her, especially the tranquil quality of her voice as she beconed to him.
Keeping her eyes on his, she back stepped slowly. Taking his other hand in hers as she did so and moving slowly towards the door. "Trust me... please... I will never harm you..." *So beautiful... so lovely... so frail...* She let go long enough to open the double doors so his wings would pass unhindered. Retaking his hands, she backed onto the balcony, pausing as his feet touched the threshold. She shuddered in the wind and the breeze whipped her hair like a dervish about her porcelain face. Letting go, she took several steps back till the railing stopped her. Holding one hand towards him, she whispered again. The sound reaching his ears, and it seemed, his mind. "Come to me...." *My winged angel...* "Come stand with me" *So beautiful... so soft*. Her eyes watched his unwavering and bright
One footstep past the threshold was the furthest he had been outside since before the siege. Looking to the heavens, beyond the overcast skyline, he took in the pale benediction of Luna's kiss painting the landscape with its luminous glow. Further he strode towards Lyssa, taking in the essence of the Baltic Mountain air whipping mercilessly as it tended to in this area. His hand came up to clasp Lyssa's outstretched hand as he reached her, shifting his eyes down to her attractive features once again, seeming even more beautiful than his home-land to him right now. "Aren't you cold out here?... It effects me very little because of what I am."
She supressed another shudder as the wind blew over her bare shoulders. Shaking her head slightly she smiled *so beautiful* "I don't mind... I wanted to see you in the moonlight." She tugged him towards her slightly to draw him closer to the railing. Keeping her hand in his as he came closer, she would lift her arm to her shoulder and turn so her back faced him, but their hands were still clasped over her shoulder. She would slowly release his hand so it would lay on the soft bare flesh of her body. Whether he kept it there or not was his choice.
Letting himself be led a little, he stepped in closer as she urged him, lifting his other arm to wrap around her shoulders also. As her figure leaned into his body, the whispers started to intensify. *She's so cold, don't let her freeze out here... Her skin is so soft and perfect, hold her closer.* Adirian could feel a slight chill himself, though from the wind, or the whispers he could not be certain... In an effort to keep her warm, his large black wings mantled up from his shoulders and unfurled slowly before wrapping around to shield Lyssa from the wind. "Is that any better?" He whispered as he leaned in closer to her, leaving a kiss behind on her neck with the whisper.
Tilting her head slightly to let him kiss her, she smiled nodding. "Much better..." Her hands went to her sides and slowly reached back to caress his legs lightly then up his wings, lightly touching the feathers with a severe tenderness. Whispering once more as she feels him react, she tilts her neck once more. "I liked that kiss. It was tender and warmed me..." *Kiss her... so soft... so beautiful*
In such close proximity, his senses could feel her pulse thudding softly after the kiss, he could practically taste the vitae so near beneath that soft skin. He wanted to impart a different Kiss, but he knew it was not to be. As he laid his lips to her neck once more, he let the contact linger more before descending down her neck further. "Like this?"
"Mmmm yesssss...." Her voice came in a soft rasp. Her hands went back to caress his wings letting them entice and excellerated the sensation. "So warm..." *So soft...so beautiful... so sweet..* She let her other hand slide down and begin to caress his left leg where her hand reached. Not wanting him to back up.
*So sweet* the whisper told him. Yes, she was enticingly sweet, torturously sweet, and wholly desirable. Should he give in to the whispers that professed such truths? His line of thought was cut short by the caresses she so lightly imparted upon his wings and his thigh, both delicate and intense at once, surely had an effect upon him. His arms slid from their embrace around her, to let his hands draw down from her shoulders, down the length of her arms and back upward again as his lips dropped down to her collar now.
Her head lolled back in bliss, exposing her collarbone and throat for him. If he wished to feed, he could do so easily and knew she would welcome it. "Yyyessssss" her throaty sensuous whispers fell. Her caresses on his leg increasing slightly as she ran her other hand over the top boned edge of his wing where the nerves were closer to the surface. She seemed to shiver in his touch. "SOoooo sofftttt...." She spoke to his mind and ears.
As the kisses lasted longer upon her flesh, he could feel the increased thrum of her heartbeat and practically the flow of blood through her veins as well. Between her increasingly intense caressing, pleasured reaction to his kiss and the feel of her figure pressing back into his body, the Beast within could no longer be held at bay. The hunger of a centuries old eldritch Cainite won out over sensibility and willpower... His arms tightened around her body, pulling her form harder against himself as his fangs plunged through her porcelain smooth skin. His lips closed around the twin punctures and drew deeply from the well of sweet blood that poured forth, delivering to her, the utter euphoria of his Kiss.
"UHHHHHHH" Her inhaled gasp was one of ecstacy this time and not of pain or fear. Her pleasure rode the euphoric wave. She squirmed against his hard body making him aware of her in more places than just against his chest. As she moved, his embrace tightened and the motion would lower the edges of the dress exposing more of her delictable flesh before his eyes as his vision straight down her chest was granted more to gaze upon in the moonlight. Both her hands now grasping and clinging to his thighs as if wanting to draw him impossibly closer.
Seconds ticked away as he pulled vitae from Lyssa, seconds that seemed to stretch on without end. His senses thrilled at the overwhelming sweetness of her blood as it trickled down his tongue, making him wish the moments would stretch even longer. Each swallow sent a shudder through his body, feeding just as much off the euphoria of the Kiss as she, combined with the writhing her body did against his own, made him want to go even further. His arms loosened around her to let his hands roam freely across her enticing figure as he continued to feed.
She didn't stop him as her blood flowed. She moaned in the right places, moved to entice him more and soon pressed her chest towawrds his roaming hands. "Mmoooorreee ppplleaseeeee... yessss...." In his mind the whispers would increase. *So lovely... just the confort you seek... so willing... show her love... she never knew..*
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Post by Jashin on Feb 11, 2015 5:57:22 GMT
Rushing blood coming through her veins as her pulse pounded, left the intense flavor of adrenaline in her blood, and in transmitting such, also effected him by it as well. The inherent rush of feeding and the feel of a beautiful woman in your arms heightened all the more with the additive he tasted in her vitae. His hands responded to her every move, his fingers pulling down further on the edge of the fabric to expose more skin before his hands slid across the newly shown flesh.
Her body began to slowly cool to his touch as he drank and her moans grew quieter. *Take her inside... warm her with your body* "Yyyesssssss" She murmured almost sounding sleepily drunk. "Aaaddddiiirrrrrrrr" She purred. *So soft... warm her... hold her closer* Her touch became more beseeching and less demanding as her body moved more like an exotic dancer against him.
When he felt her start to grow cool to the touch, he knew he was bordering on the line of excess and his better judgement forced his Beast to yield this time. A tender minstration of his tongue lashing across the bite marks forced them to seal over, leaving that perfect skin untarnished. He could feel her trying to convince him into more, and ...as the placement of his hands currently showed him, he had been swept away in all her passion and wanted more himself, but so soon?... He could not be sure of the consequences... but she was *So soft, and so willing...* His lips continued their kisses along the length of her neck as his Embrace had come to a close, though he was still unsure how to proceed.
She began to slide down the front of his body as her knees weakened. He could lower her to the stone balcony, or lift her and take her in *make her warm... your boy is so warm*. She wanted more, it was clear in her actions. *so beautiful... so willing*, could he really just walk away now *selfish to leave her...*
Feeling the loss of her equilibrium and slow sinking in Lyssa's knees, he quickly shifted his arms to catch her figure, picking her up into a cradle-like carry in his arms. Holding her close against his chest, he easily strode back into the room folding his wings into position as he crossed the threshold. His eyes looked down to her, so soft and sweet in his arms... he couldn't leave her all alone after that. As he reached the bed, he leaned over it, laying her down in the center of the bed quite gently, before letting himself lay down beside her.
As he let her down and repositioned, her arm rose almost limp like as she murmured. "Don't leave me... please...* When he laid down beside her, she rolled to cradle the length of her body against him. The dress had been lowered to expose her chest and it pressed cool and soft against him. *so sweet... warm her...* She curled against him almost childlike in the cold satin gown and kissed his chest softly and lightly before going still.
When he heard her plea of him not to leave her alone, he made his decision to stay with her through the night. He could not sleep, but he would stay anyhow, and wait for morning to come. With so little heat in the room, and his reluctance to move away from her, he tested the ability of his powers with a bit of confidence in the strength he'd regained from feeding again... though, oddly, he felt as if he did not gain as much as he should have from her.
A pulse of vitae to surge through his system was burned away as he used two aspects of Thaumaturgy. A touch of telekinesis to pull the double-doors closed, and a flicker of Call of Flames to spring the hearth to life, before pulling his shirt free of his torso and holding her chilled, but soft... so soft, skin against his own body.
The use of power would weaken him again as she curls closer to his body in her sleep, the bareness of her flesh caressing his. *So soft* as her locks of fire spilled over the ebony sheets *so beautiful* The night would pass with her small motions pressing on just the right places at just the right times to keep him aroused and wanting.
Although he knew she seemed to want more from him just as he, on some level, knew he wanted more as well, did not act on the notion. The possibility of such, still held heavy conflict within his mind, even though the whispers, her beauty, her touch, and closeness to him were profoundly enticing. He merely lay with her and held her close to ensure she stayed warm and comfortable. *She wants more though, would you be the one to deny her... She allowed you to feed from her, and merely seeks your touch* He lay in quiet for the moment, still balancing the decisions with the prodding of the whispers.
As the sun began to threaten to climb, her body would finally still against him as she warmed and relexed. Now half naked nearly to her torso, her body pressed to his, she nuzzled under his chin affectionately as she murmured in her sleep.
While the horizon glowed with the onset of the fiery ward of the east ascending slowly, he began nodding off more and more as he lay with the beautiful young girl in his arms. Finally drifting off, himself, to fall deep within slumber beside her with the whispers echoing in his mind while he slept. *She'll take good care of you, if you let her. She just wants to be loved. She could have left, but she stayed to help you....* and ever onward.
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