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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 12:54:24 GMT
« Reply #30 on: Feb 26th, 2013, 01:41am » 125-to sleep to dream Pure jan 4, 2004 0043
She sleep, oblivious as to what goes on around her....the private hell of her own mind tormenting her. what is true and what is dream she is unsure of....a silent scream enveloping her befor e ashadow shifts threw it all. Walking ever near threw the colidascope of faces a deep soft voice reaches her...."It is a change that for once i am the one to bring peace to the chaos of your mind, instead of the other way around...." His form slowly filling in and clarifying as he stops before her......"Wake up pure, wake up now and remember the truth.....or you damn us both to destruction....." the rest of the faces fading the shadows receiding to whence they came as he slowly walks backwards away from her....." i will come for you soon to help repair the damage done......." the voice fading slowly the slight echo showing how far he truely is from her.
Her eyes snap open though remain slightly clouded, and midnight blue. Looks up to tan over her a moment before lookin gover the room then back to tan......" for once I find my self in bed with you and my clothes are still on" a slight smirk twists her lips before she closes her eyes again, sorting threw scrambeled thougths before shaking her head slightly still nto able to capture the memory of how she ended up like this...." how is it im here.....and i don't mean home but here ...in this room.." Looks back up to tan a moment for once her thoguths at peace and blocked by a barrier she doesn't remember creating... __ 126-*Silently Waiting* Seafoam jan 4, 2004 0147
~sighs softly as she grew tired of waiting, heads out of the kitchen taking a cup of tea with her, along with the blanket she has almost always wrapped around her shoulders, at least when she's home... heads towards the stairs, hitting the nitche before she hits the first step, as the portal opens and takes her up to her room... (permanant open portal..) walks into the room, and over to her night table, picking up the novel and sits in the chair that is across the room, relaxing as she reads... her mind delving into the story, knowing if she's needed that she will be found.~ __ 127-Re: to sleep to dream Tanthis jan 4, 2004 0150
*He grins as he looks pure in the eyes and shakes his head* "oh pure you have to stop thinking about me in that way" *he chuckles looking over the room again then to raeth he sends a mental message*. <Thank you for your aid ih healing pure> he thehn looks back to Pure* you um you had a break down of sorts i heard you and came here to see what the troubles was and found you uh....slepping on the floor so i carried you to the bed" *he says not exactly a lie but not the exactly the truth* "I thought it best to wait until you woke up but now i must get to sea i told her i wouldn't be too long". *with that he reopens his portal and enters leaving it open in case pure decided to follow then returns to sea and kisses her on the cheek taking his place at her side and smiles to her* __ 128-Re: to sleep to dream Seafoam jan 4, 2004 0442
~jumps as she feels the kiss upon her cheek, as her attention was completely on her book, having not expected anyone anytime soon. her book falling to the floor, as she glances up at tanthis..~ "Ack, You scared me." __ 129-(Beginning from message 123 and continueing..Re:Sleeping Love) Nicol jan 4, 2004 0953
She had faced into the night, arms crossed submissively over her chest, gently clasping opposing shoulders, with lowered eyes, she spoke out .. sheer will and powerful auspex carrying her message into the abssal darkness..to the daemon Suffering/Seraph in the..sensing that they could hear her..
< "I hath made my decision.. I know what it is I must do..">
of course, her intention would be much to the anguish of her brother and her sire...but she is willful and determined... her message, had also reached her brother's mind, awakening him from torpor induced by his healing. Cool thaumaturgical fires grew, swirling amid the 7 encircled glyphs, creating a soft crimson glow between her palms and the shoulders that she now held in a gentle clasp.
A light akin to a flash in slow motion appeared from the darkness at her back, and faded quickly.. Raethgir had always been a master of portals.. how else had she come to be in this realm, having left a dying world behind her? She could sense his presence approaching from behind, by the aura of suppressed power generated between them. The embrace of comfort that surrounded her with his arms had not been felt in years of discordance between them.. She allowed herself this luxury and sank back in against him as though it may be her last opportunity…..time heals wounds, the saying goes.. He had been and always would be her brother… and she did love him… For long he held great animosity toward her for embracing him as she had..
His comfort caressed her shoulders; and her eyes closed.. mind drifting into the past with his soft wispered sing song melody....then as if passing into a dream, his voice receeded to that of a child's.. Around her singing and giggling echoed...then brightness overwhelmed her, and she felt the warmth of sunlight against her cheeks, causing her to flinch, then timidly..she opened her eyes into a world of color …eyes of cobalt blue… the images were clouded at first, wreathed in a pale blurred haze…soon becoming crystal clear. ..She recognized the meadow immediately. The darkness had yet to lay waste to the land, and the grass beneath her bare feet lay lush, green and spotted abundantly with the delicate and aromatic white ae'lia flowers. Many a garland made of these had adorned her hair. Her hand crept up to her temple, fingers reaching..searching for a touch of the velvet petals once more.. ohhh so close… and yet.. so far… her blue eyes rose upon the majestic white marble citadel of Raath'Aan…….
((((Tell me sister, what must you do?))))
like lightening flashing before her.. the brilliance blotted out the images.. it's searing, hissing sound bearing darkness abruptly upon the land…….. Eyes snapped open.. eyes of indigo night, wreathed in amber..She gazed out into the mundane once again wrapped in Raeth's embrace.. She gathered her composure and slid around to face him.. She looked up meeting his gaze, then step back, her touch receeding slowly with her… arms draping to her sides, and lowering her gaze she wispered ….
"For the exchange of Alexa…...I am going willfully into den of Suffering…"
Her eyes rose to meet her brothers, back again was the iron willed, statuesque vision of alabaster beauty with pure determination in her eyes ..the talisman of darkforge at her breast emitted a gentle pulse of ruby light from it's obsidiandepths as a reminder to him of her power she held…and she spoke again…
"Please…. Do Not Try To Stop Me….. Neither of You (meaning also Tanthis)……..… for He knows already of My decision…. And I Shant Back Down!"
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 12:54:47 GMT
« Reply #31 on: Feb 26th, 2013, 01:42am » 130-ooc Lady Shadow jan 4, 2004 2048
sorry about he long absence, but i am still here. i have just been really busy ooc.i hope everyone had a happy new year and i will be on more often...lady shadow __ 131-Re: to sleep to dream Pure jan 4, 2004 2153
Raises an eyebrow looking to tanthis.....shakes her head before laying back on the pillow.." you always were the most conceided man i could ever put up with........." closes her eyes remaining still as he leaves......shakes her head slightly....(he never could leave things as they are...) she slowly slips back within her mind trying to back track her dreams and see who it was that was playing in her head before a small smile crosses her lips......... __ 132-Revalation Revealed Raethgir jan 4, 2004 2209
~standing silently, he watches his sister, and listens to her siren voice. A voice he grew up loving. A voice he loves more than anything he has ever loved. He silently lowers his head and sighs to himself and closes his eyes. He silently hums to himself the small chorus to their childhood song and walks closer to her and wraps his arms around her. "I love you Nicole. I know that I cannot turn your decision or sway you, or even charm you." He laughs. "I will not stop you, but know that i love you beyond this world and anyother. As long as you are attached to any realm, i will still live, i will still be here to protect you. It is my love curse. You know that I will be here for you, you just have to speak, you only have to say my name and i'll be here." He raises his hand up and looks into his runes, "I am bound to these, as you are bound to yours, and they, are bound to each other." He silently holds her close, embracing his sister. "I love you and I will not stop you."~ __ 133-(no subject) Nicol jan 5, 2004 0135
With a soft smile, she leaned in and rested her cheek against her brothers shoulder, listening to him...Tonight, at this moment.. she would savor this peace and tranquility along with the unconditional love offered...she passed the remainder of the night there in silence until the comming dawn stirred her...
Stepping from his embrace, she turned.. looked into his eyes and caressed his cheek before breaking her silence.
"know thee also that I have, and always will love my brother...even whence thee thought not...I must rest now... but know ye.. I shall return"
With a heavy heart for her task to come, she turned back toward the door and vanished within. Lithe silent footfalls carried her thru corridors bathed in the violet grey of twiight. She paused at her door to look around... no sign remained there now of the destruction so recently passed. Turning, one hand clasped the knob, the other palm pressed the door open from above..once inside she closed and locked the door, sealing it with the morning ward. None would pass these walls lest they stepped thru the gauntlet itself....
The one she awaited would come this way...
There in the darkness she changed out of the dress and into a long gown of silk ivory, and a robe, both trimmed in long soft lace, and a length that pooled on the floor at her feet, it was a fashion of ages past...She drew back the sheer bed curtains and slid onto the cool soft sheets.. sinking into the deep pile of soft pillows and closed her eyes...Here she would rest... here she would wait... __ 134-a desperate plea Tanthis jan 5, 2004 2311
*Hearing Nicola's words in his mind, he reaches out to her mind with his own as he desperately hopes she will back down but knows she won't* "please Nicola i i beg of you do not go through with this you are needed here but if you will not back down at least hold off and give me the chance to find another way allow me that chance and then if i am un able to find a way to help your friend without you giving yourself up to the one that holds him prisoner then i will not stand in your way b7ut if i can find another way wi8ll you then back down and not go through with your hairbrained and idiotic plan?" __ 135-Darkness breeds creatures that plague mortals nightmares... Falcon jan 6, 2004 0830
-Lips did curve sweet into a welcomed smile upon lush mounds as he watched Raven , one winged brow did lift in surprise as Raven placed a finger to lips in a hushed motion. His brazen gaze over his frame was nothing unusual as it was they both knew each other well , both shared in the delights of the others flesh in more ways than one , each had feasted upon the precious vitae till it had become a drug ..needed..craved , even as he stood he could smell the intoxicating sweetness that melted from the other .
He gave a chuckle at Raven`s words and shook his head soft , the motion spilling deep red locks about his shoulders like woven silk , his orbs brightened with mirth at the others bantering mood. Raven was always the lighter hearted of the two where as Falcon lulled more into the darker side. Night with its ebony blanket embraced them both as the stood atop the rise , castle far off in the distance yet its lights flickered and seemed to call to them both.
Too long they had wandered , bloodline unfound for either yet they had both created there own unique bond , a bond that ran deeper than just the taint of blood for they had shared enough of it between the two it was sure by now to of melted into one single genetic stream. Countries had spanned their immortal time , seeing much and sampling many , roaming like the rogues of darkness both had become , trusting no one and relying on each other .
Falcon shifted into motion and walked to where Raven pointed with his hand , orbs casting into their vision that of the castle , whispers he heard , silent vibrations to a mortals ears yet heard by these two , voices cast out into the night air , sutry tones like a night birds wings . Gaze still fixed on the looming outline of castles walls he spoke soft to Raven..." I hear it , and I doubt they would even know we are here , unless we are expected which....we are not "...he trailed those last words with a delicate hiss before casting a glance over at the other.
Beast was raging and he felt it , though it wasnt in his body ..it was in Raven`s he sensed that tension , hunger had an unique scent , it was thick like a vintage wine , the smell to invade the senses of any that knew the signs. " Do you wish to quench your thirst now or is the beast on a tight enough leash you can last the rest of the night without breaking out into frenzy ?"..
Falcon had himself hunted this night , his business concluded meant he could partake of some fine yet halpess young man`s crimson elixor he was more than willing to share after some sweet talking . Body fresh and warmed by the feasting this night he had nothing to fear from the beast that lay hidden deep within until it raised its ugly head and give its sharp bite in reminder of the need. This same need that nudged against Raven , a need he would satisfy should it be required..- __ 136- no post here
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 12:55:13 GMT
« Reply #32 on: Feb 26th, 2013, 01:43am » 137-Of long lost dreams, and crimson tears Stone jan 6, 2004 1634
Alexa dreamed...
And in her mind she screamed, the Darkheart castle burning around her, one by one the faces of everyone she had grown to love twisted in agony and despair.
She writhed and screamed and no sound was made... and as the flames rose to embrace her small form, she grew impossibly cold.
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Ten feet away, settled in a pocked of shadow, Seraph sat.. leering at the whimpering, unconscious form floating before him and his nether crafted throne. For hours he had sat watching her roll about.. curl into a ball.. whimper and cry in the depths of her own Nightmares. He had been pleased with his work.. each dramatic twist, and gut wrenching pain she endured.. each horror she was forced to witness.. each death she was made to relive.. all of this he had made for her. All of this he had "hand crafted" out of the infinite folds of pitch nether just for her. The cruel man felt akin to an artist, and a father, making toys for his child to play with, and he took every muffled sob as a cry of joy and gave her more.
But at last, he sighed.. his hand absently reaching for the blade at his side.. his new master.. and the source of his power. He startled a moment to not find it there before remembering that it had "stepped out" to prepare something... Seraph chidded himself for reaching for it when he didn't need it.. a bad habit he had developed of late. His mind no longer directed at Alexa, she rusumed truly sleeping, albeit fitfully. He frowned at her, anger rising within him again.
"This is pointless" he angrily mused. "I did not come here for this child, I came here for Nicolaskaya... where is that cursed Blade... how long must I sit here wai- "
His thoughts cut short as Alexa stirred suddenly, mumbling a name he could not quite make out.. yet it had a familiar sound to it..
"Dra.....Dr.."
Seraph rose of his throne, the abyssal seat returning to nothingness as he left it. He had spent a great deal of time in this no-where place.. and all of it with a being that had always been here. He had learned the alien physics, and odd rules of this place and grown to love it. It responded more to feeling, and thought than touch or sight.. his imagination was all he needed to create worlds or end them here... and he relished it. Gliding forward he rose up to the dias he himself had fashioned for the wimpering form strewn across it. The willed it and there for it was.. and since it was.. it was to her as well and therefor anchored her softly as any real bed would...
"D... Drake...."
With wide eyes Seraph stared down at Alexa's pitiful form.. clutching blankets of inky nothing.. That was the name the she-demon Nicolayaska had called him at the Castle.. that was the name that tore incessantly at his memory no matter how much the Blade cooed and reassured... Seraph inhaled deeply, an action of habit since there was no real air here.. and waved a ringed hand out before him, the dias fading away below Alexa... And with his next thought she rose to stand before him... eyes rolling back and forth in her head watching some unseen dream. Though not unseen for long... Seraph smile, a cruel thing with little to no humor.. its merriment replaced instead with cruel satisfaction. He shook his head to clear his mind once more, locks of silky jet hair rolling mane like around him in the zero gravity plane... And then, with his cold misty eyes settled once more on Alexa's suspended form, he reached out, gently, almost gingerly placing his hand upon her cheek, his mind sliding glove like over hers. He made his way through her consciousness gently as not to disturb, or de-rail the dreams he wished to witness... and slid once again into her soul.
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Alexa dreamed...
And Seraph dreamed with her.
He frowned, the heat of the hearth in the room he found himself in taking him by suprise. He turned to view the rest of the room and again jerk his hand down for his sword in suprise. Nicolayaska sat before him on a soft bed, her cheeks flushed with the heat of the room. His hand grasped nothing, remembering again the absence of the demonblade, but none the less calmed remembering that the scenery, and Nicola with it, was simply another figment of Alexa's dreams. It, at first enfuriated him that she had been escaping her prison when not under his eye to come to such a safe, warm place as this, but he relaxed and watched the dream unfold before him, still floating like a shade as if he were still netherbound. Alexa practically bounded into the room, landing abruptly beside Nicola, sending pillows careening in many directions. Seraph wondered at this Alexa, she seemed so much younger, and yet Nicola bore the same picturesque , identical visage she had always seemed to have. They spoke, and the smiles they traded caused him to in turn grin, though for more sinister reasons. This dream told him that he had indeed chosen wisely. Nicola was truly dear to this person and vice versa...... He returned his attention to their conversation and found that Nicola was reciting some old story, or tale... alexa feverishly listening. He startled for a moment as it seemed for a split second, Nicolaskaya looked at him, -right- at him, be relaxed again as the story continued. He found himself drawn in by the sage spoken words.. the imagery of the tale weaving living images through his mind, but soon.. a dread begin to set in. He recognized this tale.. only it wasn't a story. She was re-accounting the confrontation between himself and her that dark, stormy night so many years past... But why did she keep referring to him as Drake? He was Seraph.. had always been Se- ... The confused man shook his head, his memories suddenly not adding up again. Whenever this happened before, his Master would sooth him as only the blade could.. he would fix the pain in his mind and let Seraph rest. Suddenly awaking from his reverie, Seraph looked up aghast, both Nicola and Alexa looking right at him... HOW!? When suddenly Nicola shook the young Alexa's shoulder.. a frantic distress in her normaly stoic eyes. "Awake.. awake Alexa you must!!"
Sabotage! The damned Nicolaskaya was interfering!
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 12:55:44 GMT
« Reply #33 on: Feb 26th, 2013, 01:43am » Seraph awoke.....
And Alexa woke with him.
They stared at each other, both rapt with shock. She could not belive he was the same person, how could he be? He hovered in the darkness before her like a blasphemous god. Wholly beautiful and yet darkly perverse.
"Drake?"
Her words broke the shocked stupor he had found himself transfixed in. This was their plane.. their rules.. this was not supposed to happen.. Raging he cursed the dark witch Nicolayaska and willed the Abyss to remove her from him. And as the tenebrous whisps and arms of the black void breathed life to curl around her and yank her away. Small; fingers suddenly grasped the hem and ruffles of his coat. He had been her hero growing up, she had fallen in love with the idea of him.. Nicola's stories of their ventures shaping her imagination and sense of romance,.... she could not simply give up so easily.
"Drake!" She repeated louder.. "You must remember.. you must!" She pleaded, even as the darkness behind her rose to swollow her, to rip her from him. "Please..." She would not let go.. "She loved yo-"
And then it happened. Wide eyed and enraged, his hand suddenly appeared. The back of the soft, gentle hand that had rested on her cheek now slammed into her face, the idea of it hurting more than the pain of the blow itself. Numb, her hands released... her mind fell away.. and she slipped into the clutches of living darkness.
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Alone again, panting and confused, bewildered and enraged. Seraph hovered in the nothing world trying to make sense of the confused, strangled messages and feelings coursing through him. It made him feel angry,, it made him sad,, confused, furious, lost, hateful, alone, dangerously manic screams of emotion coursing through him. Alexa's form re-appeared, once more fast alseep on her dias.. and he centered on the image to give him base in a world full of nothing. He could feel the presence of the sword returning... its cold hate malice washing over him, comforting him with promises of revenge and an outlet for his rage. He bared his teeth at Alexa in some animalistic form of a deranged smile, and promised under his breath.
"We have waited long enough little one.. our time is coming.. and you must be made ready for the trade... yes.. they will get you back.. I promised as much.. but I will get them... and then you will be alone with nothing but the tattered shreds of what is soon to be left.. of.. your....... MIND!!!
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A package comes to Darkheart Castle, a small chest locked and obviously heavily (not to mention deviously) warded against tampering. It is addressed as follows:
To: Nicolaskaya Dearkheart From: Alexandria Hostage
It smells sweet and vaugly like Apple Cider.
(Go about opening it, however you wish but give me a chance to explain what is in the box in a short post Sorry for being absent so long, I've had a sudden case of work, and house flooding. And many thanks to dearest Alexandria for helping me on this one ^_~) __ 138-troubles in the night Chrono jan 6, 2004 1755
Sitting in the chair chrono looked around slowly uncaring as he watched the light of the moon dance across the floor. as he lounged in the chair, he undid his shifrt and relaxed to make what was going to happen easeir on both him and his curse. As the moonlight feel upon his body a long series of 5 claw marks apeard on his chest glowing a deep black. Closing his eyes chrono just let himself drift away as the embodiment of the wraits soul that was left imprinted upon him long ago rose to the surface. contorting his paln skin to a darker tone to that of a drow chrono gave off a malicious grin as he sat in the cahir and let an ord of dark energy form in his hand
"May who ever brought me ill feelings not cross my path this eve" Chrono muttered in a dark sadistic voice __ 139-Re: Of long lost dreams, and crimson tears Nicol jan 7, 2004 0030
Within the quiet dark she rested in daylight torpor, appearing so fragile and demure as a velvet flower petal, but a strong and lovely in feminine form. She layed in harmony among the opulent silks, satins and laces that surrounded her. Asleep, yet not asleep, as visions from the past flooded her dreamscape…of stories told, and a warrior bold, of the time present, and time past… …….Her conscious thoughts mingled there with her subconscious, and of her desires, of aspirations, past, present and future…. blending in the dreaming of all that is now…The place, dark and foreboding…before her appeared a man..he, familiar and adored… he is wreathed in darkness…The sight of him awakening in her things she thought long forgotten…For an instant her eyes locked with his, leaving her yearning inside with a wild abandon that she cared naught but to leap right into…though she stops abruptly as he vanishes from sight.. and.. she remembering what he is now……His handsome visage is quickly replaced with another crossing her plane of vision, appearing on the one hand corporeal, and on the other completely insubstantial……...It is Alexandria, and she is unconscious…..Nicola reaches a slender arm out, draped to below her wrist in silk ivory lace, she grasps to the darkness before her "Awake Alexa…" wispers Nicola with an urgency ..".. Awake… You must.."
From the background, came now another voice and entered her mind…
((((("please Nicola, I beg of you do not go through with this. You are needed here, but if you will not back down, at least hold off and give me the chance to find another way.. allow me that chance, and then if I am unable to find a way to help your friend without you giving yourself up to the one that holds him prisoner..then I will not stand in your way.. but.. if I can find another way, Will you then back down and not go through with your hairbrained and idiotic plan?")))))
The dreaming faded as the last voice began gently awakening her, she stirred, moving gently against the opulence of her bed linens.. then awoke abruptly with a soft gasp. Hours had passed… she felt night usher in and rose from her bed. Passing thru the sheer bed curtaiuns, she left the room and moved swiftly out into the corridor, Her long silk gown and robe flowed her over the stones dancing on the air behind her.. Flowing down her back in sharp contrast to the ivory silk was her dark hair, and it spanned below her waist.
Pausing on the landing of the central staircase, she gazed down the dark corridor towards her fathers chambers.. And there she spoke in a soft and dulcimer voice..the passionately convicted words that only her heart allowed her.. Her head tilted, angled demurely toward her shoulder..hair falling to one side…and she lowered her eyes with a thoughtful look.. "I cannot.. this is how feel I must do it, so much is at stake...I have strength..please, have faith in me…..Lend to me thy strenghs whence the time is come" As she spoke a servant came around from behind bearing a small chest. The young man came to face her holding it in both hands at waistlevel, he bowed once, then offered it. "This item has arrived for you m'lady"
Upon seeing it, she drew in a relective breath, her eyes closed as she accepted it from him with a gentle bowing nod.. She turned then and quickly retreated to her chambers.. holding it to her as she closed the door… The scent of it was as unexpected as the chest it'self, and of the wards…She could feel how they were made to keep out all but her...She sat down at the edge of the bed and carefully ran her soft fingers along it's edges.. then to the latch, where she paused..and within her palms, the runes of another world came alive with a glow of violet haze <protection> that slowly began to spead out as her fingers traced the latch lightly before unclasping it..and her voice was soft as an angels " Now let us see what layeth wait in Pandora's box for me?" she said as she slowly raised the lid.
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 12:56:50 GMT
« Reply #34 on: Feb 26th, 2013, 01:44am » 140-Re: Of long lost dreams, and crimson tears Stone jan 7, 2004 1717
(This post is to describe what Nicola see's when she opens the chest, this has nothing to do with me , well, not completely.)
================================= The hinges of the small chest cradeled in Nicolaska's arms were well oiled, and near silent as the box was slowly pulled open. Into the cacoon of the curtains delicately hung from her four poster bed, the sweet and comforting smell of appel cider flooded. Her eyes beheld the boxes strange contents, and wondered at thier purpous. The reason for the main heft of the box became obvious, as most of the wieght lay in a large toppered bottle, filled to the brim with a dark warm liquid. The slightest whiff of scent would tell her the contents normaly, but all she could smell was the overpowering sweet scent of apple cider.
Alongside this odd, beutiful bottle, lay a small parchment, delicatly wrapped with black lace. With cautios, and narrowed eyes she slowly unfolded the old paper, words written in a most elegant and decoritve scripting flowing out before her:
===================== Dearest Nicolayaska,
I long so to see you again, it has been to long. Despite my best attempts to see you at your homestead, I was sent away by your dutiful kin like some hated foe. How will we ever get along when our families despise one another? Perhaps we should take the cue of a similar tale and secret away to die in each others arms... such would be be-fitting of such love would it not?
(The words spread before her, the manuscript's fanciful text seeming to laugh along with the cruelty of the joke.)
I shall visit you soon again I think, I do miss you so. I sent a gift along with this pakage, I'm sure you saw it. I sought to bring it to you sooner, but the process of getting it must be a slow one, or the purity of the elixer will be ruined.
(Nicolayaska's eyes flickered back the the bottle in the chest, a feeling of dread rising withen her.)
Infact, I was not sure I could get it at all at first, I was worried it might have been a fable. But wouldn't you know it, when a vampire cries, they do indeed cry tears of blood. An amazing thing isnt it? I shall be comming soon m'dear, please warn your kin to not be so animalistic towards me? I only wish to visit you.. as is all I've ever wished. Should they interfier... well... no I dont think they will.. not with whome I have visiting me. After all.. were anythiing to happen to me, what would happen to Alexa?
Best reguards, Seraph Benadoli
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Nicolayaska once more droped her eyes to the large crystle bottle before her. The sheer amount of tears it would take to fill such a thing, the pain... __ 141-ooc... members Lady Shadow jan 8, 2004 0142
i have been gone for a little bit and nicol and myself where looking at some of the new members...and neither one of us know them....if you know who they are or if the ones we ae talking about would so kindly talk to me or nicol we would greatly appericate it...
falcon headnelson raven silver skylarkjy travelinwytch trinity definitely candy no baka
thank you __ 142-Re: ooc... members Raven jan 8, 2004 0454
To the reply of said above post. I rped Shikarre. Nic invited both I and my financee to rp here. I have no clue why she forgot. Shame Nic.
myself=raven my financee=falcon __ 143-Re: ooc... members Falcon jan 8, 2004 0504
Umm..okay Im on the list.. I was invited here by my boyfriend who was invited here by someone called Nic?.. I dont actually know anyone on this board , except Raven.
If us being here is a problem just show us the door and we will pack up and leave.
Let us know when you have all got together and sorted this small mess out?
Many thanks..
Falcon __ 144-Re: occ... members Stone jan 8, 2004 0545
Ooc:
Candy_No_Baka would be my sister... she likes to keep an eye on my posts and hopefully will one day join the message boards as she is a wonderful writter. So if you would be so kinda as to not delete her I would most appretiate it.
Many thanks, Nalid Maddox __ 145-Re: ooc... members Nicol jan 8, 2004 1842
I invited Raven and Falcon! So no running away you two, we want you here ok? I'm sorry, when I talked to Shadow our wires got somehow crossed on this one.
And Nalid, your sister is very welcome to be here..and if she is interested in playing with us, we'd love to have her join in whenever she's ready...
We're just curious who some were that we didn't have a clue about...^_^
There are still a lot of old DH members out there and one never knows how one might show up....And, we're always open to new members as well.
The old DH club was invitation only.. and that made it difficult for members to invite others...If you invite someone, please let Shadow or myself know, so that we can approve them ^_^
As for the rest of you on the list...Please tell us who you are? An email is fine....
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 12:58:08 GMT
« Reply #35 on: Feb 26th, 2013, 01:44am » 146-smart Raethgir jan 9, 2004 0458
I am Dustin!
Raethgir Raegin
...... oh .... you ..... a .. a.. already.... knew.... oh......
...oh well.... __ 147-PAY YOUR BILLS ((ooc)) Alexa jan 9, 2004 2042
I am Alexa, Just Alexa... but most of you know that already...
I apologize for not posting sooner. But it seems while I was in Indiana recently, no bills got paid.
My DSL was shut off and won't be back on till Fri the 16th. Till then I am at the mercy of using the cyber center on base, which I can only get to occassionally.
I have drill this weekend so will post on my lunch break if I am able, but I promise to post by monday night at the latest. (As I can go to the center after my son goes to school monday morning if nothing else.)
Till then, those who know how can call or message my cell phone. I will contact Nicol by phone later this week to see if I am needed urgently.
Thank you for your patience, and remember...
PAY YOUR BILLS!!
LOL Alexa Just Alexa __ 148-sleep of innocence Pure jan 9, 2004 2101
She layes back for once closing every thing from her mind, the silence....the peace.....slight memories of childhood filter threw but nothing to disterb her rest as she layes on the bed spred, in silent repose, her hand clasping a chain with a simple crystal and medalion in her hand over her heart......Her hair unbound for once a white gold cascade against the soft sapire velvet pillow and bed spread, her expresion that of childish innocence......... __ 149-Re: of long lost dreams, and crimson tears Alexa jan 9, 2004 2225
Alexa felt the burning, she saw the flames. Part of her knew it was a dream but the heat.. it was so intense.
Then the cold...
She cried out to someone she hoped was nearby and could help. "Draaa... Drraakkeeee..."
Alexa suddenly watched the room change. It was whole once more. Nicol sat on the bed, her warmth hotter to Alexa than the fire a moment ago. She leapt towards the bed in a flurry to warn Nicol what was to come. She may not have any love for her step mother, but she wouldn't let the woman die because of her.
She had been about to tell Nicol of what was happening when Nicol began telling again of her times with Drake. She had cared deeply for him but had been unable to love him. She listened and wondered if this was truly the same man. She had heard many tales of Drake and had fallen in love with the image of his gallant chevelier form. His dark eyes and the way Nicol had said he had held her once.
As Alexa had been about to say something, Nicol turned slowly towards the door and Alexa's gaze followed. Alexa saw nothing there but something told her Nicol did.
"Alexa, you HAVE to wake up!!" Nicol gripped Alexa's arms painfully as she shook her trying to get her to wake up. But it wasn't working... something was interfereing.
Suddenly Alexa shook her head and she was staring at Seraph. Alexa now realized that the Seraph before her was once the Drake of her heart's dreams. Reaching for the lapel of his long coat she called out to him.
"Drake!" She repeated louder.. "You must remember.. you must!" She pleaded, even as the darkness behind her rose to swollow her, to rip her from him. "Please..." She would not let go.. "She loved yo-"
Suddenly she felt herself reel away into darkness, the sting of his hand still on her cheek as darkness once more took her.
Alexa's form was once more on the dais, asleep and oblivious to what had happened. The red mark still on her porcelain skin from his hand striking her, and a single blood tear on her cheek from her heart's image of a lover she desired, torn from her mind like a hero turned bad before her eyes.
Her mind wept though her body was no longer capable of anything.
Alexa Just Alexa
OOC... seems I got time tonight to post afterall... lol __ 150-OOC (people you “dont” know Seafoam jan 10, 2004 0157
~slips ooc for a minute~ (i cant spell tonight..) headnelson is aka Grifen. just thought i'd let ya know. Seafoam.
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 12:58:31 GMT
« Reply #36 on: Feb 28th, 2013, 01:18am » 151-Re: Of long lost dreams, and crimson tears Nicol jan 10, 2004 0255
The heavy drapes had been drawn open by the time she returned to her quarters with the chest in her arms. Through the tall paladian window high above, Luna flooded the room with her pale illuminating aura. The other source of light being from the tounges of Vulcan that lapped among logs which were set ablaze within the marbled hearth. Warm golden light reflected across the stone floor and up walls as a timeless cat and mouse of shadow and light. This complemented the night, as does the Am Duat which depicts Ra's Journey thru the underworld from Death to Life…
The wamth of the firelight's glow plays upon her features even thru the sheer curtains of her bed, warming them from the pale of porcelin to the living peach tones of alabaster. The soft violet light emitting from the akhakharu sorceress' palms faded as she beheld the contents of the chest and lifted the letter from wthin. She carefully unfolded it, allowing the delicate black lace to slide onto the ivory silk that draped her lap…And she began to read.. the beautifully scripted words there mocked all sacred that had ever passed between them.
She drew a mournful breath ..Her saddened gaze moved to the bottle, then turned, reading on, and she struggled to remind herself that this was not the work of the man had loved. This inner struggle grew to become one between her heart and mind…Her heart screamed to free him from the beasts malevolent grasp and her mind wrenching with his breech of promise and vice versa. A truly heartfelt struggle it was become indeed, for he had brought great harm to her household. His every move now was making that inner struggle increasingly difficult...
Finishing the letter, her eyes paused on the signature…The name signed was foreign to her…Had her senses not placed the undeniable visage of Drake as the source of this "gift" she would have denied it be him. Her eyes narrowed.. She would have to keep reminding herself that this was NOT Drake..but that he was indeed alive, only buried somewhere beneath the influence of that.. Thing……She feared that if she did not do something about this beast of Suffering soon, the toll could become exceedingly costly to both of them.
Still holding the letter, her hand lowed gently into her lap.. her eyes became distant and she wispered .. seeking where it is he be...
"Come then…. Drake, you shant be harmed …. I still hold by my promise to thee.. " __ 152-Re: OOC (preple you “don't” know Nicol jan 10, 2004 0302
(OoC) Wonderful! Any chance Grifen will be making an ic appearance?? *hint hint* Methinks that would be awesome indeed ^_~ __ 153-Re: OOC (people you “don't” know Seafoam jan 1, 2004 0105
~chuckles~ i dont know for sure... tis up to him.. i hope so too. __ 154-Re: troubles in the night Seafoam jan 11, 2004 0334
~sensing the dark energies somewhere in the castle, she slips out of her room and heads downstairs to check it out... as she swiftly yet quietly walks towards the room where the dark energies culminate from, she keeps an eye out... tilts her head watching Chrono with his orb of energy for a moment,taking in the scene, spotting the mark upon his chest.. clears her throat after he speaks his peace... speaking quietly and calmly~
"I hope i'm not one of those who would need to steer clear of your path." __ 155-Re: [darkheartcastle] Re: troubles in the night Chrono jan 11, 2004 0349
No no lady sea, the family here is safe from me, it is the one who left his mark on my neck that is the one that much watch him crossing my path. How may i be of your service? __ 156-Re: troubles in the night Seafoam jan 11, 2004 0410
~hmms softly and walks over to a chair sitting near him..~ "why dont you tell me about yourself.." curls up in a blanket... "i like to get to know the people who are around my family..." __ 157-Re:[darkheartcastle] Re: troubles in the night Chrono jan 11, 2004 0448
i am still the chrono that you knew that entered this keep long ago. i am just a more darker part of him that he has never wanted to admit to nor release. But now that hes depressed and lowered his shields i choose to come and surface and i might just take up a permanient residance here. Hes too weak and couldent defend his friend from that fool serph when he attacked her let alone he couldent kill serph either. What else would you like to know about me?
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 12:58:54 GMT
« Reply #37 on: Feb 28th, 2013, 01:19am » 158-Re: troubles in the night Seafoam jan 11, 2004 0512
Alexa? whats wrong with Lexi.. ~shakes her head..~ something's going on that i dont know about for once... What has happened that i dont know about? ~looks shocked.. feeling remiss in her duties to protect her family... "What has happened??" __ 159-distress intrudes Pure jan 11, 2004 2140
As she rests in her peacefull dreams a feeling of unease seems to filter through the dreams fading with a dark grey fog....Her eyes snap open into the dark room, serveying it and the halls a moment before actualy raising from the bed.....Walkin gover to an old chest she flips the top and shakes her head smiling softly...."got to restock my clothes here.." Pulles out the black leather pants and tank top putting them on lacing up the front of the top...a small silver chain about her waist, the silver madalion with the wolfs head on it and a crystal hanging next to it down her right thigh... Pads lightly down the small spiral stairs and halls on bare feet following the disturbed and confused mind patterns before stopping at chrono's cracked open door.....lightly pushing the door open a little wider then leaning against the door way observing the scene... a single eyebrow raises seeing chrono's new form and taking a moment before recognizing him......"my my aren't you two the cozy lil couple....." her smile twists slightly before she looks streight at chrono....."and i see you have desided to stop observing and hiding....how interesting....." __ 160-Re: distress intrudes silver_dark_wolf jan 12, 2004 0049
*blinks slightly in curiosiy camly walking to the gates of the castle wondering why she asked him to come to this place?? shrugging to himself never understanding the mind of a woman for that matter but he loves her and will follow her anywhere keeping his heavy black cloak wraped around himself pulling the hood low over his face to hide his features a few strands of silver hair stubornly stay from under the hood.. his movements quick and soft leaving no trace he was even at this place moving quickly thru the gates to knock camly on the door hoping shes still here and he hasnt missed her* __ 161-ooc... Lady Shadow jan 12, 2004 2144
thank you for the fill in...i just thought i would ask..and there is no problem with any of you bring others in just like nicol said please tell us that you are doing so...thanks lady shadow __ 162-knock knock went the raven Pure jan 13, 2004 0116
Chuckles softly before tiltin gher head to look down the hall before turning back to chrono and sea...."you really should learn how to close doors solidly...just any one could show up...." winks to sea before pulling hte door closed and turning down the hall to the top of the stairs seeing a servant open the door to silver......Walks down the stairs slowly her smile twisting slightly....."A black winged angel flying over head, a shadow against the dark of night, dose he come to take me away, a release from the nightmares that torture my soul, or does he come to torment me more with soft promises as he steals my soul gently and leaves me to ache....." Walks across the landing sending the servant on its way as she stops before the cloaked and hooded figure.... Looking up into shadows she reaches up her hand, disapearing with in the shadows of the hood as her knuckles lightly brushes over his cheek, her finger tip over his lower lip......"I have been a complete angel.....no kicking , scratching, slicing or dicing, not even a lil bite....and what shall I get for my own personal torment of being a "good girl" ?" __ 163-Re: knock knock went the raven Silver Wolf jan 13, 2004 0120
~grins leaning against the touch of his beloved kissing her finger tips lightly before leaning in to kiss her lips~ have you really been a good girl?? i miss you so much was wondering why you came here but im glad you told me its hard to track you down you know. i love you pure __ 164-Re: distress intrudes Seaform jan 14, 2004 0321
~tilts her head looking at pure... raising a brow. "and what praytell would we have to hide... if there was anything to hide, i'm sure we wouldnt be in here... At least I have the decency to be open and honest." Smiles softly looking quietly at the woman. __ 165-home coming pyriel_darkheart jan 16, 2004 2223
~pads quietly thru the back door his paws barly making a sound on the floor swaying his tail behind him sniffing the air slightly wondering if should be here or not sence the last time he got yelled at smelling all the familer scents hes miss so much his ears twitch in curiosity at some of the new scents still making a note to investigate them later. he pads slowly thru the kitchen peaking his head out into the main hall to see if anyone is there or not~ __ 166-Cold Fire Raethgir jan 17, 2004 1638
~Silently standing now, against the cold stone of the walls within the main chamber beside the blazing fire of the grand fire place. He silently crys to himself. He thinks long and hard about where he is from and his sister. His beautiful sister. He slowly slides down the wall and silently rests his head against his knees thinking. His skin lightly cold, the fire doing nothing, not even warming him. He keeps trying to depict his old self, but it is an image destroyed by the image of his present self. He sits silent within the large chamber, no sounds, nothing, except for the quiet roar of the castle's fire. No echoes or anything, a dark room, a cold room, a cold floor, a room of memory and tear. He silently sits back, looking up to the ceiling, his eyes lightly glowing their neon green glow and he silently crys. "Where has time gone."
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 12:59:13 GMT
« Reply #38 on: Feb 28th, 2013, 01:19am » 167-no post here __ 168-shadows Pure jan 17, 2004 2131
Her smile twitches as she nips his lower lip before drawing back..."its not like its hard to track me down...even between realms when I'm wearing your family crystal and ring...." rolls her eyes slightly " and its not like i'm hiding eather, this" her free hand moving in a slightly sweeping gesture over the interior her other hand still holing yours as she drawes you inside....." this is another home....well...not mine exactly but sorta a family place i was welcomed in to a long time ago"....walks towards the main room with silver the fire dimmed and candles out but the darkness does not seem to phase her movements as she can see just fine...." Id turn up the lights but i figure id never get you out of that hood then...." her smile twists slightly before she looks over towards the fire and raeth next to it....Tilts her head a second watching him before turning slightly towards the kitchen....."why don't we head into the kitchen....i wanna get soemthing to drink.." her lips twist mischeviously as she walks backwards to the door and leans back agaisnt it opening it and drawing silver with her......
Her mind reaching for reath for a moment ( if you need me for any thing, and I mean any thing...you know how to call me...)a soft voice lightly flirting threw his mind along with a gentle wave of comfort and compassion feeling more like a set of warm arms lightly wraping around him.... __ 169-Re: shadows Silver Wolf jan 18, 2004 0019
~blushes very lightly his hood hidding it rather well though enjoying being this close to her again letting her lead him around following slowly chuckling at the dimming lights and her words~ i really dont know these people that well to remove my hood darling
im glad to see you still wear my ring and necklace it makes me proud ~grins moving into the kitchen with you almost running pyriel over lightly using his foot to push him into the living room moving in to kiss his beloved pure~ i always need you my love your what keeps me sain __ 170-no post here __ 171-And it begins Raven jan 18, 2004 1053
-The night curled darker as Raven smelt the rain heading their way. He had turned from the other's exotic beauty to level dark eyes on the castle in the distance once more. Ebony hair swayed against slender pale features of his face, too pale since his beast was calling so darkly inside. He chose to ignore the rage that was burning like fire through his veins to scald the very core him. He pushed from his crouched position with the grace of a predator tracking down it's prey. Lean form showed slashes against the albaster flesh where material of clothes allowed.
The light of the moon caught off Raven, giving his hair a tint of blue as he felt the wind pick up to play lightly against his face. He heard the silken voice of Falcon fall so prettliy against the air, like a song did move upon the air to his ears. He turned to face the other the moonlight flooding down against his form in a heavenly manner, but one look into those pools of his hues and you knew you met something far demonic than an angel. Lips twitched out a rougish cold smile as hair whipped around the chiseled thin features of his pale face. Words like honey spill from the lush curves of his lips...."I want to get closer. I want to see how far we can go without being noticed. I hear the whispers of ancient ones on the air, I smell the passage of age against the air."
He gave a cocky grin that seem to make his orbs dance with something darker inside. He could smell the sweet tainted call of the other's blood. Eyes slowly traveled the beauty of Falcon with boldness before returning to the man's eyes. Been a long time since they had shared more than the life giving vitae, Raven felt the muscles of his self cut body tighten with a need beyond the tainted blood that resided within the man before him. Slow did lids slide down to send long lashes to feather breifly against sharp cheeks, before turning, his lids coming to open to gaze down the winding path that led to the castle. Mind sharper than he allowed most to know quietly caculated the distance and the time. Knowing they had a very slight chance of reaching most the way without the killing fingers of dawn brushing over their damned flesh and ending their beastial fallen lives.
He knew their was shetler within this area of place, he smelt the animals dance upon the wind to tease the beast that boiled so hungrily within his form. He dipped back his head to gaze upwards against the thicked pine tree they stood beneath. Full mounds of his lips parted to send his tongue into a soft click against the roof of his mouth. No other sound could be heard but of those dark calling whispers of time and mother nature herself as she threatened to send rain down in a tantrum of a storm. Suddenly there was a whispering of wings spreading but nothing against the darkness told of this whisper. Like the shadow of death the animal stood for the raven came down as a nightmare to land silently upon the slender shoulder of Raven. Red kissed eyes peered down at the man. Feathers black beyond the night's ebony blanket ruffled slightly before settling.
Raven felt the sharp talons sink down through cloth of shirt to sink into the flesh. A purr bubbled from his lips at the pain as he kept eye contact with the beast of death. Words so soft like a lover's fingers, words caressed the sulky mounds of his lips as he cooed shamelessly to the bird. It never bothered him what Falcon might think of the feathered companion that sat upon his lean shoulder listening to his cooing. Words like silk slid upon the air as he gave the animal instructions that most would surely think him loss of brains if they witness the man talking to the bird, as if the bird heard. Cold smirk coiled so handsomely against those lips as thought danced upon his tainted mind with the need to feed burning dangerously within his veins. Animals indeed listened and heard. Most frighteningly they understood those words spewed from human lips or unhuman lips.
Slender arm raised to send fingers down against satin like onyx feathers as he bidded the death bird silence. The bird of prey dipped it's regal head as if in answer before spreading the shadowing wings to take off it's perch of shoulder. Without a call from the long beak the animal swirled upwards into the air only the whispering doom of his wings meeting the air.
Shoulders rolled back feeling the fresh tears of his flesh, the smell of his own vitae sending a scalding fire to dance deep within to tease the beast that growled with savage need. Head cocked to level dark orbs on Falcon. Smile so rougish spilled widely against his lips as he whispered words like a seductive touch, as they faned against the air. Curls of ebony danced around sharp features a wave of blue tint that seem to swirl against those ebony locks..."Want to take a walk? See what trouble we can find? Been a slow night eh?"
Flashing a bantering grin Raven turned on his heels and began to stroll down the curving rocky path. He didn't bother to hide from this distance. If indeed his senses was right, the ancient ones knew of them. Their scent strong to those that past beyond age into ancient. Raven was not one to care of danger, always welcomed it to him with an insanity glee. The beast that threatened to break free added to his carefree attitude about danger. The curls of his shadowed kissed hair danced upon the air as the fingers of the wind toyed with those bluish strands. His stride was of that of a normal man on a late night stroll, but one look within those dark pooling orbs told the danger that brewed within those damned hues. Hunger grew dangerously wild within the vampire as he moved, hunger for more than just the taste of blood.-
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 12:59:41 GMT
« Reply #39 on: Feb 28th, 2013, 01:20am » 172-The Bell Tolls Nicol jan 18, 2004 2228
Still holding the letter, her hand lowered gently into her lap; her eyes became distant and she wispered .. seeking where it is that "he" be...
"Come then…. Drake, you shan't be harmed …. I still hold by my promise to thee.. "
As she spoke her eyes lowered onto the elegantly stoppered bottle craddled so unasummingly within the small ornate chest.. her free hand decended towards it and touched it lightly, bringing the quintessential nightmares contained within to flash suddenly into her perception..before her the images of years in agony and dispair marched by her as a macabre durge.. for the first time she saw Alexa's history, her suffering…..
As instantly, and as if to answer that which she had just spoken aloud, the heavy toll of the castles iron door knocker sounded in the distance. The low bellow of it slowly winding it's way throughout the castle's corridors and it crept into her conciousness..tugging at her..drawing her back..her fingers recoiled from this flask of sorrow, vanquishing the ghostly images from her step daughters past. <Step daughter> Darius was gone now into the fathomous depths of a methuselahs torpor..he had released her and she was no longer bound by him, nor did she consider herself to be his wife..yet Alexa would forever be her childe? Her posture straightened as the echo from the door continued past her and through the very stones of the ancient structure.. her senses heighted as she "felt" the connection between her words spoken and the booming of the knocker...no servants would be called.. she would see to this… it had happened as if planned to.. this was no coincidence..
Graceful fingers loosened their hold of the eloquently scripted parchment, abandoning it to spiral softly onto the stone floor at the edge of her bed. She arose and left the room in a fluid motion.. long ivory lace and silk trailing the stones in her wake... she came to a stop at the top of the main staircase .. eyes of indigo staring down at the door...with the slightest wave of her hand the old oak swayed open slowly..and there she waited for him to appear..
For all his threats... inspired fear and hate.. for all his scheming and plotting and attacks.. to appear here.. now? Was he mad or simply overeager for his own destruction? Sure enough, as the grand doors rumbled open, the tip of a swaying cloak rippled into view, its wearer shortly after. He seemed taller than before.. larger, though still lean and graceful. He wore a great heavy coat the hue of the oceans depths and the ends of it dropped low enough to grace the tops of the polished leather boots that even now strode toward her. The hood of his flowing cloak had been pushed back before his entrance, and the wind tossed up curls of this raven stark hair, bound only with a small black bow behind his head. He smiled, a terrible thing, and gazed upon the woman before him with cold eyes the color of the stone that made up the walls of the Castle. If the air was cold outside prior to his visit, it was freezing now. It wrapped around them both and pulled at the folds of their clothing greedily. One step, then another, he rose before her up the stone stairway leading to the oaken entrance. Comming to a halt mere feet from the mistress above him, he dropped to a curtious bow, his eyes never once leaving hers. He was beautiful the way a dagger was, and many times more dangerous... he also stood only feet from someone whome he had promised death to.
She had awaited him silently on the upper landing of the grand entrance.. the vision of her was eloquent like that of a statue, her flesh not cold like ivory as one would expect of one so ancient, but rather with the warmed touch and living appearance of alabaster and youthful beauty.. a puddle of lace and silks pooled at her feet .. this was contrasted by her eyes of deep indigo and long dark hair which draped over cleveage to pass her waist..As he in his splendidness approached her, both fabric and raven locks fluttered, pressing and rising against her with the coming of the cold breeze .. Within her came an awakening with first sight of him and in another part of her was felt a dread...though she had not truely been face to face with him in years. He had not changed, but was as magnificent as she had remembered him to be. She fought back the urges which tore at her of the past...as her mind drifted back to the letter she had just read and she forced herself to focus on the truth of whom he had become... a killer possessed of an ancient evil, handsome and dangerous. It had now fallen onto her to vanquish this force or lose forever what they had both known..Her eyes softened at least in appearance as she watched him approach closely and bow... and so likewise did she give curtsey in kind, her heightened senses allowed her the luxury of taking her eyes and lowering them from him.. her gaze swept with her gracefully down in a sign of respect for the man she loved.. knowing also that Drake must somehow be within him still.. buried albiet deeply...Her sole quest now to vanquish that which hath overcome him and to restore his power to that of his own destiny… As she rose her chin tilted gently to the side, and she she regarded him with the hospitality of a noble..speaking first with gentle cadence in dulcimer tone..she held out an open palm in gestue to her surroundings "Welcome Drake.. to my home..." Long ago she had made a pact with Drake, giving to him also her love, so it was only natural she offered him this welcome into her allysium, and this also meant her protection… but…what was not spoken was that this welcome was solely meant for Drake and not intended for the beast which comsumes him.
Seraph simply nodded in turn taking another step up the stairway. "Yes.. thank you, I've been here before." and after pausing a moment to let the stinging comment sink in.. "And its Seraph, dearest Nicolaskaya...Seraph". With that he strode the rest of the length into the monolithic building, casually and seeming without fear of the dozens of enitities filling its confines that could decend upon him. He paused, releasing the clasp of his cloak and sliding it off with a sigh. Looking back to the figure by the door he hung his cloak on a nearby rack with a wry smile. "Thank you so much for having me over, I know it must be troubling to your kin, but it's for the best I assure you." Not waiting for an answer he turned to stride down the main hallway, looking the walls up and down, his hands idly straightening the black frill of his shirt along his throat. "You did a wonderful job of repairing the damage done to the structure, fair job indeed. I almost feel as if I didn't try hard enough, but then again, I was a bit muddled and confused back then, and.. oh well I guess its of no importance." Turning again to face Nicolaskaya he tilts his head in study, his eyes seeming distant for a moment before snapping back to the present. "So.. have you a place to sit and talk a while? Some refreshments might be of order as well I'm rather thirsty..."
Her head turned slowly…irises shimmering of indigo night follow him past her .. she refrains showing him any emotion as he speaks of his last visit..but his comments stung her nonetheless, and she did catch a slight change in him as he looked at her.. she would seek to discover more of the origin of that soon…with grace, she turned fully.. facing him once more.. listening perceptively and appearing docile as a dove.. from just above a hint of exposed cleveage, there a unique trinket sparkled .. the ruby red fire of an obsidian jewel unlike any other.. it hangs at her breast by a chain of blood rubies and lingering about is an aura of surpressed power... she appeared to draw a deep relaxing breath, though far from off guard.. she answers him softly... the accent of her speech sounding mostly eastern European, but bearing a strange ghostlike tone of an archaic language that is not of this world…dulcimer and angelic she spoke softly as if to herself..."Seraph is it..? .. turning her eyes away from him there was a hint of sadness present but only for a moment "Drake is whom thee are... ~ her tone now barely a wisper..so low he may or may not have heard her " so long ago now.. hath thee no memory left? ~She moved from where she stood, and strode gracefully thru an arch nearby gesturing to the library, her spoken tone now rose to echo in natural decible... "we can speak here.. " She entered the library, she did not yet sit down.. within her thoughts came a command which brought young servant girl to soon appear in the room with a tray.. and upon it is a glass of ale.."is there anything else I can get for you?" the girl asked Seraph.
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:00:01 GMT
« Reply #40 on: Feb 28th, 2013, 01:20am » Using the heel of his boot to slide a chair up to him, he thanked the girl for the beverage and sat casually. With a nod, his eyes touched the servant girls, and he held out his hand to her as if to shake hands.. "Thank you little one.. and your name is?" The young girl smiled in return offering her hand to touch his very lightly.. her flesh was warm and alive, and she curstied briefly..." I am Kassandra M'Lord" she said before her shyness quickly withdrew her hand from his..her gaze moved to the mistress, Nicole, whom added softly "Kassandra's family has lived here for generations.." Noding slowly, Seraphs hand darted back out, again clasping Kassandra's hand in his own. "Very interesting, then I imagine some of her kin were in that little accident last time I showed up, and that she probably does not care for me much.. she either respects or fears you a great deal, Lady Nicolaskaya, to not belay any intention of her anger...." Still holding the child's hand, he turned to smile again at his hostess, his grip tightening with a slight sizzling sound, accompanied by a sudden drop in temperature. Seraph's eyes twinkled with a cruel delight..
Kasandra was completely caught off guard by the seemingly kind man, she was young and very naieve.. she cried out struggling to pull her hand from him.. immediately, Nicola's eyes shifted with internal fires and her figure moved in much less than a blur appearing instantly with the child in her arms ..withdrawing her from the demon possessed Seraph's burning grip...She knelt with Kassandra, lifting the crying child's hand up, and she gazed on the mark.... she raised her own hand exposing a circle of seven glyphs that were now now ablaze with a violet glow and she spoke to Seraph "Bold indeed you have become to attack young children... the man I knew you once to be... ~Drake~... would never have done such a thing..." The violet fires she placed upon Kassandra's burn were that of protection and healing.. her eyes closed breifly as her mind connected with the surpressed powers of the of the runes... she was not removing the mark.. this would have to be work for later.. but for now she would heal the flesh wound and ease the pain... She rose then allowing the litttle one to run off and she answed Seraph cooly .. "her parents were spared of your bloodwrath ... " She stepped closer towards him now.. eyes of indigo fire burning with the passion of unanswered questions..." How is it you came to lose the man I kneweth... Drake.. and to chide that which was him.. that which seteth him apart from all others... his humanity? She knew the answers to all these questions, of course.. but still she asked to see what effect if any it had upon him…
Finishing a sip from the ale before him his head leaned back to release a solid laugh, echoing in the large book ridden room. "Attacking young children? Indeed.." pausing to laugh again.. " That is the most glorious gift I could bestow to the little beast... once Master is at full strength, only those marked by that little sigil shall be spared. I did her a favor that few else could... I would graciously offer you the same boon for your hospitality, but your services are more grandure in nature and the Master has other plans for you...."
He called it his –Master- ..this pained her deeply to hear him speak so.. it became evident in her eyes now that she felt more sad for him than for herself.. the soft glow from her palm faded and her mind shifted to the image of him in the darkness on that hillside so long ago… she blinked catching herself and then calling upon the powers of her mind, she mirrored this image back to him.. giving him a glimpse into a frame of time he may remember, and she replied... "Drake was his own master! .. and it was he whom swore never to harm mine.. nor I his.." This was but a simple attempt memories that she hoped were not completely lost to him and she would not at this time attempt anything more aggressive to fight Suffering in this way, for she would not place the man she loved in any jepordy.. she knew that there be more than one way to skin a demon, but to reach the man was more her intent at this moment. "Then".... Came Seraphs voice... suddenly as cold as his glare "I guess it is a good thing that I am not Drake.." And with that he rose from his seat, the ale left on the table beside him. Are you ready to leave? We've a long journey ahead of us... and please.. for both our sakes do not give me any trouble.. its been a long night and I am feeling worn thin.
The black diamond resting at her breast sparkled with ruby fire as she rose quietly...then her lips didn't move .. but like a subtle breeze, her wisper came to his ears angel soft.. like from beneath her breath it sounded to have escaped .. the ensuing echo was sensuous, haunting and dulcimer in it's cadence... "you are and always were.. but it is you who hath forgotten and it be by the will of whom speaks from the blade....I shall go with thee.. but not for Seraph.. not for Suffering...but only he whom is Drake..." She knew the depth of the task before her.. she would willing go disguised as a kitten walking into a lions den .. but once there, it was her responsibility to prevent this grave threat from having it's way into her world…and those whom she held dear.
Standing there silently, her eyes closed as he watched, a dark myste rose from the floor to entwine about her.. caressing her in it's shadowed embrace, yet he could nearly see her clearly through it's insubstantiality.. within appeared a shift about her ..a change..whilst doing so she felt the nearby presence of her brother and her conciousness reached out to touch his if only for a moment <Feel not alone my brother ..> no more deeply did she delve in his thoughts, but only sought to give him a hope; her touch vanished as quickly as it had come and as she stepped from the myste, it's shadow faded from her.. Ivory silks had given way to a black velvet shroud that swept across the stones with an elegant sway …beneath it's unfastened clasp was revealed crimson satin overlayed with a black lace..cascaded by long dark locks .. at her waist peered twin serpents heads, entwined and facing rampant.. their ruby eyes appearing as if too look right into him.. all knowing.. all seeing.. this was the blade known as chaos's fang to those whom had had dealings with the Duchess of Demonsheart… __ 173-Re: And It Begins Falcon jan 20, 2004 0441
Words answered with deepest of gazes , wanton he felt Raven drag his eyes over his body like fingers that travelled in a silken caress along his cold dead flesh , familiar he was with both , with orbs that drank him in and gathered there fill , with his touch that on many nights had tasted his body..his kiss. On this night there was more important issues at hand as he felt his request discarded without a word given , this night the castle beyond held their interest , it pulsated with life long since past , that faint immortal stench that rose from its very foundations and spread like black fingers across the land it touched.
Falcon in his silence watched as that feathered beast took its usual roost , he was familiar with Raven's peculiar little friend though he never went so far as to make its acquaintance , strands of crimson danced about his features as the night air began to stir wrapping about the two as if ushering them on their way. Smooth black leather that encased his thighs shifted as he moved closer to look upon the castle beyond, black feathers stroked the air as the raven soared from the man's shoulder to all but vanish into the ebony sky above.
Raven had shifted and started to move off down the path , he emanated the very hunger that all immortals feared as his blood wept from claws that had tore his flesh ..that hidden beast that could rise to the surface and grip a mans soul and tear it asunder , Falcon could see it , he could feel it and he feasted on the essence as it oozed from the man before him. Growl rumbled from his chest as features contorted , lips curled , brows lowered , orbs once the color of polished emeralds darkened and misted with swirls of red, his face once a picture of beauty was now a picture of hate and to be feared.
Booted feet soon gathered by the others side , venomous hiss slithered from his lips as he stroked the fires that lashed within his slender frame..." Too slow..."..the words melted into the darkness to fall upon Raven's ears as he matched him stride for stride. Partners , brothers , lovers any would fit and any would be worn upon the two as they made there way to the castle , taint grew strong and Falcon wallowed in its feeling as it lapped at his senses , senses so heightened every sound and every smell clambered to be revealed to him.
Too many years he had spent dead upon the land , life taken so easily so that he may live without the beast ripping at his heels , it was now as they walked he did take out of his back pocket a worn pair of leather gloves, black they sheaved his skin as if he had been born into them , why did he refuse the world his touch...only Raven knew..and Raven knew well his reason.
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:00:20 GMT
« Reply #41 on: Feb 28th, 2013, 01:21am » Many granted a second life , a new life are given something else , upon passing from life to death most are born something special....something only they themselves find if they look within themselves...find the key.....and unlock this gift....and unlock it Falcon did. From that night forth he had an ability few did possess , it was a curse as much as it was a gift..a dark gift...
Fabric ripped and tugged about his torso , fragments of pale alabaster flesh revealed as grey parted , nestled within the hollow of his throat one could see the crucifix attached by a thin twist of black leather that circled his neck. Was it his joke upon the undead world to wear such a symbol of the very savour that had failed to save him? Maybe , but it was also a reminder of his own failure to save his long since dead twin sister. Like liquid he moved , mesmerizing as deep red tresses billowed and whipped behind him , tongue that darted from between his lips to dash at the parched lush mounds..mounds that could deliver a kiss that would steal your very breath..literally. Body that was a sin and the way he used it was sinful , grin writhed upon his face as he cast Raven a sidewards glance before once more fixing it on the castle ahead..
May those that walk in the shadow of death...fear all evil... __ 174-The Journay Raven jan 22, 2004 1954
-the wind whipped the dark onyx curls against Raven's sharp jaws as he moved silently against the winding path that lead to the castle. Whispers of old vampires swirled against the winds. The taint of their bodies mixed with the ebony blanket of night. The trees swayed to the unbidded secrets of the night that most mortals thought mere fairytales.
His strides took him effortlessly against the steep rocky road that would eventually lead him to the castle he heard about so many times. Within his slender albaster form the beast's rage grew as the the smell of his vitae from the talons wounds seeped through the thin cloth of his shirt. He felt Falcon's presence more than he saw, he could smell the beauty as his senses raised with the savage call of the beast he habored. Once liquid ice eyes that gleemed with excitment and trouble now swirled with tinted red flames as his breath flowed more chilled against those supple lips.
The dark called to the beast he ignored, everything became intensified with the need to feed that beast. He could hear the bird of death's wings whispering within the night's air. He could see the path as clear as if it was lighted with bright street lights, soft was the hiss that fan against his lips as fingers curled within pale white flesh of palms to rip at the center as fists were born. Each footfall of his companion echoed harshly within his ears as if thunder struck against the coffin of night. Head tilted up as the first soft drops of rain caressed against the too white features of the vampire as he moved like the reaper himself. He could hear each spatter against his flesh. He could smell those that were far down the steep path. He could the whispers of the ancients themselves as the beast fought to break the surface of him.
He felt the whipping fingers of mother nature as she threatened far worse to come. He reined in the beast that screamed in silence at the weakening control the form kept over it. Raven stopped as lightnen struck against the skies. With elegant but dangerous silent grace he turned to face the man behind him. Slow did the smile curl against those kissable lips as eyes flashed with red tainted need. Moonlight surrounded the man giving the illusion of an angel within the mist of a storm, but one look within those redden hues, if one knew what to look for they could see the dangerous need. The insanity gleeming so thickly within those orbs as his pale flesh almost looked a light blue. Aybss colored locks curled down damply to kiss upon the high rise of white cheeks as if begging to be brushed away.
Within in an instant the rain came down as if heaven released her gates to all the sorrows of the night. Fury was the rain as it pelted down with a vengence. Slow did Raven turn once more moving with quiet steps as if the rocks never met his booted feet. Hand came down to curl long slender digits around the hilt of his dagger. The wind howled with fury as it tossed those onyx locks wildly against the man's features. He moved within a place of his own as the beast escaped one more level working towards freedom. Raven didn't know when he had fed the last, he was almost beyond control of being sane as the burning boiled violently within his veins.
He didn't know how long they walked time seem to drift as the beast worked the levels to it's freedom. Orbs once soft ice blue surge fiercly with crimson tint. All his senses alive he could smell the coming of dawn. He could hear mother nature whisper her threats to destroy him if he should be caught within her light. It spoke against the air so clearly as he knew she spoke truth, to be caught within her morning light would be the death of him. Rugged charming smile spilled coldly against his lips as fangs extended with deseparate need. He once more stopped against the path that would lead to the castle. Turning with swiftness that told he could be no mere human he faced his companion. He no longer looked like the handsome angel the moonlight danced upon, but of the beast that was almost at the surface of freedom.
Wet curls dangled down to splay against white pale flesh of his cheeks. The hunger brewed greedily within the crimson shine of his hues that told more than a thousand words could say. He fought the beast he hated, he tried to deny the feast it demanded. Now he looked every bit the demon fallen from grace of the heavens. An evil beauty with insanity dancing seductively within his orbs. Words growled low from his lips to taint the air with his cold fanning breath as he heard the single caw of the bird of death having completed it's job.
"Shall we find sleep before mother of nature makes good her threat she sings so pretty against the air?"
Eyes of blood red raked over the flawless beauty before him. Smile upon his lips cold and dark as bold gazes ran the length of the man that was companion. He would never harm this pretty one before him, as his red tinted eyes shifted admirly over the slender form of the man that traveled with him. Even with the shadows of the beast choking him as it tried to escape he felt the desire boil with the hunger. Tongue moist drifted over the lush mounds of his lips, before he returned to his dark cold smile as he waited for his long time companion to reply. Still his body called for the hunger of desire and passion, about the only thing human that remained within the vampire as time was becoming their enemy.-
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:00:44 GMT
« Reply #42 on: Feb 28th, 2013, 01:21am » 175-Re: [darkheartcastle] The Journay <ieing to see what happens> Alexa jan 22, 2004 2153
<<< this is an NPC gift ... have fun, curiosity is killing me... lol>>> A slight framed girl clad in jeans and a tshirt, jean jacket keeping the chill from her slight frame. Her light tan cheeks, faded in the night's light were a rosey red from the chill night. She cried out almost in a half squeek as the raven flew by glancing thru the edges of her wind blown hair. Her hand flipping up in response to its cry and motion. She had jumped the garden wall cause it seemed to keep out the wind. But the wind had found her still. The garden far too vast and must wider than she had guessed. She had just stepped back a few paces when she turned back to continue when she rounded the corner of the trellis and plowed headlong into the most dark most sinister... most wonderous looking man she had ever seen. "I.. exscuse me. I am sorry I am in your garden. I didn't mean to tresspass... but the wind... I..." Her words stopped as she brushed the long ebon hair from her face and caught the fire red eyes of the man she had bumped into. Her words stopped headlong and midsentence. The raven curls about his cherub face, the red almost fire glow of his eyes, and the porcelain almost albaster skin ... her vioce caught in her throat. The next sound barely a whisper, more like a whimper. "I..." Time froze in that instant. The wind died for the small circle and her eyes locked to the one before her, oblivious to the companion at his side, nearly on his arm. Her heart raced in her ample full matured bosom and suddenly her age showed in her mind flashing wild and open to the easy powers before her. She was 23 and alone. Runaway from an abusive husband the bruises and bandaged forarm under the jacket nearly screaming in freshness and health. Her blood quickened at the sight of him and her almost tangible thoughts seem to shout to the undead before her. **Such beaty, surely I dream. For I could not be cursed to run into a stranger on a night like this. Surely he will cast me aside as all others have done. I wish my life would end.** She welcomed death, almost begged for and chased it down it seems. .......... And her name was Angelique....... <<< Have fun boys... consider her a treat from the house... Alexa... Just Alexa...>>>> __ 176-Re: the Journay Falcon jan 23, 2004 0503
ight was indeed cruel as the first signs of rain dashed against the fabric of his shirt , cool it melted against the already cold surface of his flesh , head tilted and lifted towards the heavens allowing the droplets to cascade along his cheeks as boyishly he stuck out his tongue to feel more than taste the moisture. Beast rose and clawed at his companion , that slender beauty that carried them both towards the Castle , such looks he could never go tired off not in a million lifetimes , did it melt into love that which he felt ...maybe , though more desire and a seething jealousy none would attempt to test.
Sorrow it was as the sky opened and cast down its misery that soaked its tender fingers into both men as they walked it was soon that Raven stopped and turned , it took no look at his face to know how close it was that the beast would take hold , though it was dawn that concerned him moreso now as she threatened to pull back the darkness of night and expose the earth to her stinging lashes. He stepped close as Raven spoke , hand did lift to the others face..thumb dragged over those lush wet mounds as he purred soft , this day they would rest together and Falcon knew what would come, already feeling the sting of those fangs within his own mind.
Rain caressed the pair as they stood , it was indeed close to dawn as he replied..." We need to find somewhere to shelter from the day..and soon..I already feel the sting of her whip against my flesh....And you will feed ..soon "...he spoke like a lover and as if he was the dominant of the duo but this was not so , each had their own claim upon the other..each had their own demands and wants. So it came that first crash of thunder and a brightness that tore across the canvas of the night sky , like a rip upon its very fabric did Falcon flinch , storms disturbed him and bought back vivid pictures of his mortal life..of that very night when he was stolen from mortality and given this existence.
He had heard the scrambling footfalls , the sound of heavy breathes...that small yelp ...even tasted the scent that grew steadily more intense , he had by now let his hand drop and stepped away from Raven though it was but a small step as he still remained by his side...and then it happened..
Female so clumsy and frail as she ran into Raven , and so Falcon apparently totally ignored though how it was indeed a mystery as he stood there right at Raven`s side...but that wasnt to be for much longer as her attention was drawn solely by his companion it was but a growl that rumbled from within his chest...How dare she touch Raven !..He seethed and coiled like a beast he had become as body lunged forward , arm extended in nothing but a blur of motion. Fingers would hopefully come to grip upon the females slender throat , body would be snapped upward so it would dangle like a worm on a hook to writhe and gag in helpless torment as Falcon would squeeze the very life if the motion in itself had not snapped her pretty neck by now.....
"Hello.....bitch ! "..he spat the first word uttered soft as satin, the latter hissed with hatred and venom...Falcon`s distaste for women was obvious , he was sickened by their taste , by their weakness and general whorish advances...and this one was none different in his eyes...none was pure...all tainted...In the rarest of occasions when vitae was scarce did he sully himself with their blood upon his lips..and Raven was no different....only males was the preferred taste to both these creatures of the night..
She would find no sympathy here , she would find no savoir....only the cold taste of a mortal death , not even given the delirious kiss to help her upon her way..No...for unless she escaped his tightening grasp that was by now extinguishing her pathetic life....she would die..and become discarded like nothing more than the trash she was..
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:01:03 GMT
« Reply #43 on: Feb 28th, 2013, 01:21am » 177-Re: The Journay Alexa jan 23, 2004 1809
Algelique was choking hanging just off the ground. Her hands trying to grapple with the vice like clawed hand around her throat. Her whimpers and mewling cries the only sound in the rain. As she felt her heart flutter in panic and fear she closed her eyes. She could't beg for her life, nor did she think she should. Perhaps the garden wall was there for a reason. She HAD found the solace and peace she desired...
... too bad it was found in death.
Her mind relinquished its desire to live and only her body struggled out of survival instinct. All she thought of as her breaths grew more shallow was why had not something beautiful come to claim her sooner.
Alexa Just... Alexa <<< growls half laughing> guess I will die of more than curiosity huh? >>> __ 178-The Need Raven jan 24, 2004 2347
-Raven stopped when he felt the body impact against his soaked one. Crimson orbs flashed dangerously as a snarl hiss against those supple lips. Flames danced maddenly within his eyes as he gazed down upon the human that had so carelessly stepped in the path of death. Snarl almost escaped again when he could hear the whispers of her blood flowing so beckoningly through her body. Her heart sounded like war drums within the insanity of his mind as the beast threatened to rip free.
Mother Nature sent down her wrath as orbs absorbed the mortal that was stupid enough to stumble within his path. The wind howled the sky flickered with the lightning Thunder roared to vibrate through the rocky steeps of mountains as if to tear them down with just its ferocious sound. Rain spat down in evil stinging pelts to slash against all the figures caught out in Mother's nature temper. Breath splayed hotly against lush mounds as the beast torn against Raven screaming for release and the feast so enticingly placed before it. The slender frame of the man fought to control the rage that boiled furiously within his body. Fangs extended as throat burned stomach twisting with the intense pain of need to feed. Nails grazed those pretty pale palms to send blood to spill down against the savagely soak ground.
He felt his companion whip past him with the speed of their kind. Breath harsh dragged against his drying swells of lips as he watched Falcon grab the female by her dainty throat, he was motionless with the aching need to feed, he could smell the bitch's fear, it urge the beast within to screech with brutal rage at the sweet tainted scent of that fear. Tongue danced against lips to moisten the swells with the cold flesh of his mouth. Hiss sounding out as he stood still fighting to control the frenzy he was about to fall into, the darkness of the unknown, the call of death. He watched as the girl struggled helplessly within Falcon's grasp. He remained within place fighting his own battle with the desire for blood tearing against him like a knife plunging deep within his core.
Rain slammed down as time became to stand still. Dark winding curls clung against pale blue cheeks as orbs of violent crimson flamed wildly. A scream left lips, to echo hauntingly across the air and echo back against the sensitive ears of the vampire. One notch beyond sanity Raven didn't even know it was his own scream that raked the night air with it aching pain of need. The lanky form of the vampire jerked sending fingers to splay out as they broke out of the fists. Trails of blood spilled down against the alabaster flesh of palms as head tilted back the beast coming to surface with the intent to claim what it was denied. Pretty features no more marked the vampire as they contoured into an ugly grimace of driving pain that tore from deep within.
Fingertips so slender spilt open sending blood spattering wildly against the ground as talons ripped forth with brutal force. Raven's curse crawled over him as if death, as body twitched violently. Skin so beautifully once pale seems to grow a terror molten grey as Raven went down upon his knees. Red orbs shone fiercely with insanity and extreme danger as head once more dipped back to scream out his agony against the wrath of nature as rain slammed down his slender malformed body. The beast was about free just at its edge of claiming victory. The bitch's heart beat so damn loudly within his head, the slithering of her blood whispering to him. Sweet damn, the air tainted with her fear. Once again that agony filled scream scorched across the air as talons sunk down to grip and rip the rocks of the path. Head turned to the man that had been his companion for many life times. Orbs burned so heatedly with the crimson red of his insanity, the beast dancing so openingly. They appeared to plead to the only one that Raven trusted. Words that sounded more like an animal growl peeled against his supple lips to hit against the air loudly. -
"Kill her. Get rid of her."
-Words tumbled down against the howling wind without actual sense of meaning. The vampire was losing total control as he bent over looking like an animal, a raging beast his features grimacing in pain. The hate he harbored for what he was fed that beast that was on the brink of freedom. No longer did the vampire feel the cutting rain, hear the cracking yell of thunder, or notice the wicked light that raced against night's closing air as lightning raced against the skies. All he felt was the raging need to feed, the aching burning pain that was ripping through his very core. He could hear the bitch's heart fight for life, the breath that dragged against her lips, the sound of the flow of her blood all screamed loudly within his head. Howl tore across his malformed lips that scowled with the brutal pain eating his very existence. The howled laced with hate filled words as it out roared the lightning.-
"Die Bitch. Just damn DIE!"
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:01:26 GMT
« Reply #44 on: Feb 28th, 2013, 01:22am » 179-Re: [darkheartcastle]The Need Alexa jan 25, 2004 0000
There they were... the two most lovely men on earth and all her heart and mind felt was pain as darkness licked the edges of her senses. The final thought was of how it was nice to know Death was not a black cowled faceless demon, but a ravaging beauty as these two... ... then she heard the screaming growl and glimpsed the change as her body struggled for its last breath. Her last coherant thought was of lust, but her last coherant thought was of fear. Her breath stopped before her heart did. The sounds of her vitae slowing in her veeins with teh slowering pumping of her heart. Soon she went limp in the hands of the one who held her, the rain mixing with the bit of blood coming from her mouth where she had bit her tongue. __ 180-Alone with Pain Raethgir jan 25, 2004 1048
~Still silently crying within the large chamber room of the estate, he quietly sighs to himself, his tears ending, his pain still continuing. He stands and lightly leans against the frame of the fireplace and quietly watches the fire, his eyes as if two wondrous orbs of power dance with flames and glow with magnificance. His eyes turn from their green to a bright crimson red and dance. A smile appears upon his face. The flames slowly become distorted within their grace. He becomes dazzled at this site. A young and beautiful mortal appears within the flames. He silently watches as she runs into two very beautiful creatures. He almost instantly kneels to see within the flames, the death of a mortal beauty. He watches as one of the creatures grasps her neck and slowly chokes her into death... His face so close to the flames, the tips of his bangs begin to shrivel. He instantly jumps back not realizing how close he was to the heat of the roaring fire. He silently lays down in the middle of the room, but closer to the fire. His entire body at rest, relaxing against the stone floor. His mind begins to wonder once more. He cannot keep these beautiful creatures out of his mind nor the beautiful mortal. He closes his eyes and wonders how far they are and he begins to sniff the air. He opens his hands slowly, the runes within his palms begin to glow a dark green, a hazel green. The energies within his palms glow rapid and then grow calm. He stands almost instantly and looks out a small window. He smiles silently and smells the air, his eyes turn back to green and his runes return to their crimson glow. He strides to the entrance of the estates and walks outside and looks down the road and kneels to smell of the ground. He smiles in aww of the beauty.~ __ 181-Re: The Need Falcon jan 25, 2004 1934
Life so fragile and fickle was held within his grasp , soft black leather digits tightening its hold upon the one that struggled , struggled for what ?…struggled for that masquerade that was mortality , or struggled for that sweetness of deaths touch , it was only the forever sleep that would greet this wench now. Pitiful he watched as she writhed , face melting into a shade of crimson then blue , even through the fabric of his gloves he could feel her heartbeat , the quickening of fear followed by the labouring thuds that faded as sure as her lashes drooped to rest against wet cheeks as the flame of life extinguished. Snarl raged from between thinned lips that curled in disgust , her limp rag-like corpse tossed aside to tumble and come to rest in a tangle of twisted thorn bushes even as the heat melted from her pale flesh , once discarded soon forgotten but that was the way of things..they way of their existence as each mortal they claimed became images that merged into a faded oblivion.
It was Raven that held his concern now as he turned and moved to his side , he could feel the rage of the beast that was slowly devouring his sanity within , he needed to feed before dawn broke , damn that renewing light that could spell only doom if they let her warming rays graze their flesh for long enough to ignite their very souls till nothing would remain but ash to be scattered on the winds of time. Rain dashed its fury against the pair , filling their ears with its roar and saturating their clothing till it clung wet to their bodies , hair now melded to scalps , skin sodden but they would not feel its chill , only his touch could warm and stir the fire deep within as he reached for Raven..
Eyes searched as his voice hissed in anger at Raven…it was now he would become the one to bow down to the other , to offer his own essence so the other would have the strength to chase away the beast on this night…." Feed !…I can feel your pain …I can feel the beast… just take it and end the suffering "….as his words trailed his hand reached upwards and moved the sodden mass of crimson from his shoulder and one side of his neck , stubborn strands still clung to his pale flesh as his other hand curled about the others forearm and dragged him close..He knew the risk involved when the animal in him was so close to release, Raven could drain him and in his slowly weakening state he would be powerless to stop the event that would unfold…his own sleep…torpor.
He had visited that place once before , the sleep had lasted longer than he wanted to remember , a place filled with memories and torment , a place where his sleep was merely a nightmare , yet it wasn't the beast that had sent him there it was immortals like himself , he had fought well yet badly outnumbered his fate was sealed. They had let him endure such he was at that time a mere fledgling to this world of darkness , they had intended on keeping him , to make him bend like a willow in the wind to their will…how they had tortured him once he had woken , kept him chained to their whim by the sheer need of the blood they gave..
Raven was everything , two immortal souls bound together for all time , he would give himself , give his very existence so he would live and so it was he offered , slender pale column exposed , Leather glove torn from his hand so black coated nail now dragged itself over the supple flesh till it split like ripe fruit to ooze its precious juices…Juices red and spilled from the slash he gave , face had grimaced in a fleeting moment of pain as rain mixed with his precious vitae to run like a crimson river into the collar of his shirt. Sweet the scent filled the air…heavy like the smell of a garden in spring with roses in bloom or a summer rain shower upon the parched ground.
So he stood within the downpour , his own emerald orbs that raged with what was to come , that beast waiting to be released upon his body , the taking would be harsh , vicious as he needed to be sated..no gentleness this time..only need..desperate...demanding
Oblivious he was of the knowledge another held...knowledge of where their path was leading and that they was no longer invisable but known..yet what of them was known?
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