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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:07:51 GMT
« Reply #60 on: Feb 28th, 2013, 01:29am » 212-Sleep, Death and Rebirth; The Truth daishar_darkheart feb 14, 2004 1209
"She is dead" the voice spoke into the Judges mind.
Cold eyes opened. Blackness greeted the creature that had called itself D'aishar. The long slumber pulled at his conciousness, entreating him to again sleep in it's deathly embrace, yet the voices continued.
"She is not." "You killed her. You feasted on her blood." "No." "Yes... you are a murderer, a killer.. the Judge." "I am D'aishar." the voice echoed solemnly inside his head.
Senses awakened, the fiend stirred, kindred blood beginning to seep through his limbs, awakening his senses, smell, touch, taste... dank earth, the firm touch of his leathers, the taste of Her blood still in his mouth.
"Murderer." "No." "Killer." "No!"
D'aishar clutched at his head, the dreams which had haunted the long sleep clouded the awakened Kindred's mind. Memory, reality. Which was the true account?
What was truth?
A broken blade lay beside the beir upon which the vampire rested. Stained black from the blood of the ages, the decrepit weapon almost gleamed in the soft half light that filtered through the small windows above him.
"My blade." "You ended her with it." "No! That wasn't how it happened." "But it did." answered the voice.
"Remember..." it entreated.
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"I am D'aishar. I am the Judge." __ 213-back where she belongs? kendra_darkheart feb 14, 2004 1451
I guess.. I am back...too? __ 214-Re:[darkheartcastle] back where she belongs? Ooc Requiem feb 14,2 004 1855
Wayhey Kendra *waves* and Courts my snookims,bout time we rpd again,i was starting to have severe withdrawals lmao.Anywayz hi yas to those i dont know & HUGE XHUGZX 2 those i do xmwahx __ 215-Re: back where she belongs? Ooc Nicol feb 14, 2004 2228
~Pounces Dy, Nikki & Grant~ Darkheart pile!!OK welcome back'eth to you all! Please feel free to join in the current storyline however you choose ^_^ We're also trying to do more live rp as well.. and often someone will make a post here of what transpired there... __ 216-Re: [darkheartcastle] Re: back where she belongs? Ooc Requiem feb 14, 2004 2351
oOoh! *ish pounced & feels da love...then finds the urge to counter tackle n pounce with an added ~slurp~ ]=op~ (just 4 giggles)* Woohooz!!are we havin fun yet? lol Lurv yaz __ 217-Re: back where she belongs: ooc Seafoam feb 15, 2004 0209
YAY!!!!! I missed you. (ack cere moment)glad to see all of you coming back, you were all sadly missed. __ 218-Memories Unleashed prt 1 Requiem feb 15, 2004 0703
~From within dark shadowy miasma gathering..gently fluctuating with undulated ethereal grace..whispers borne of ancient tongue drift upon the vapour,profound and enchanting..echoing with a soft magical cadence,lulling in an euphoric reverberation..the softest breath of dark captivation..Racan Ahalgana chamiabac ahalmez...ahatocob tocapa chiamiaholom ahchami..a slight pause..Vaunu na-na-e-el,panupire malapireji caosaji.Pilada noanu vaunalahe balata odvaoan.Do-o-i-ape mada,goholore gohus,amiranu!Micama!Yehusozod ca-ca-com.Od do-o-a-inu noari micaolazoda a-ai-om...
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:08:13 GMT
« Reply #61 on: Feb 28th, 2013, 01:29am » An icy caress of darkness entwines the eon-veiled citadels as somber visions creep,form slipping and transfusing into pure shadow and the hyperion of morbid silvered moonfire upon the etched blackened walls within the castle..she moves with the anomalous __ 219-Memories Unleashed prt 2 Requiem feb 15, 2004 0716
mists and creeping shadows that gradually seep along the dim foundations..unseen to the naked eye she roams until she finds herself closer to the essence of Nicola.
Gently the shadows intensify,rising as if crafted by the sea of midnights inertia..pulsating witg the luminescence of the melancholy moonlight,conglomerating gradually into a mass,twisting & contorting upright,once again forming a figure within shimmering penumbra opague substance. Facial features evolve from behind shadow,statuesque and glorious in every detail,finely chiseled bone structure,that is impossible without the aid of Vicissitude to mould and craft every bone to absolute exquisiteness and magnificence..lips crimson to the finest shiraz..kisses sweet like moondew tears,though more poisonous than the twisted root of wolfsbane that bears the amorous __ 220-Memories Unleashed prt 3 Requiem feb 15, 2004 0727
to Lethean slumber.
Lips forming a slight smirk,smiling had by no means been one of her customary habits,but not due to the fact where she is but the reminiscences that came flooding back,of glorious nights and triumphs..also tribulations of the past..memories filling her ancient senses,heightening the exuberance of the moment..sophisticatedly her head rises proud,admiring the many features adorning cold granite walls as she eloquently saunters,cloak trailing majestically behind her lithe form,a slight swish of chainmesh attire audible as she draws in her immediate surroundings,withdrawing into herself summoning Auspex through vitae,energy rippling as she extends her will and these words to Nicola __ 221- Memories Unleashed prt 4 Requiem feb 15, 2004 0752
Nicola..diu ego relictus pyga panton iste olim ego duco carus,sed laxus tabidus ad cinis.Et enim quis?Concisus honor,fides et fiducia? In efficio pro insanum pro suus causa emim existo... a slight pause as a slight solemn expression briefly forms upon her beauty..she speaks further,each word hauntingly whispered through the castle audible to any who happen to listen...Placere!..dimitto mihi! suus ego petere..halting in the corridor,she silently stands removing the hood of her cloak allowing thigh length blonde tresses to cascade..ophidian asphodel eyes focusing as she awaits for a response,facial features intense and senses soar the walls and rooms for the one she seeks __ 222-of shadow's angels, grace and soft whispers... Nicol feb 16, 2004 0318
Outside the castle the paling of darkness warned of the approaching awakening of the dawn,, but was was barely discernable amidst the dark rage and tempest lashed against the stone exterior of the castle. Storms such as were wrought this night were not uncommon in these parts. For centuries more than mere enchantment had ruled this land. When tempest slumbers, darkness carries the haunting melodies of the wolves in serenade. Their lamenting lullaby gently wooing her silence for the hunt.
The warmed glow of arcane lighting (fire and candle) lend depth to each shadowy detail of the wood and marble carving of archway, rail, statue and familial portrait that backdrop each passage and room of this aged gothic structure. There near the loft rail, on the landing of the second floor stands Drake, a man so beautiful, strong and deadly...borne of a time like unto her own.
Across the corridor Nicola moved toward Seraph silently...a ghostlike and sensual beauty in insubtantially, as though from a dream out of the past, and like unto the night they first met so long ago, her presence comes to him in whispered softness. .the first hint of her presence to reach his senses being the scent of night blooming jasmine and velvet red roses…lingering upon the air and encircling him in her rapture ~ the essence that is Nicolaera unfurls about his magnificent form just as she did so long ago.. he felt her then.. he would also feel her now. . perchance awakening the re-stirring of memories long buried.
Angelic voice, softly echoing in dulcimer cadence and tone. . smooth and pleasing to the ear she wispered his name with her return: "Drake . ." As if on a dreamscape, deep shadow gave way allowing illumination to give brilliance to a flawless and elegant femininity which stepped from the darkness directly before him. Shimmering eyes of indigo blue beheld his, her warm alabaster flesh bearing a faint though whispered pulse as she appeared to him as one truly alive . . .Soft wavering tresses of silky ravens hair resting along supple curve spilled the length of the opening of her velvet shroud to hip length. . there beneath raven stands and velvet opening, light would be teasingly reflected from the hilt of golden entwined serpents with each graceful movement. She continued softly spoken, her words laced with the charms of eastern europe:
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:08:30 GMT
« Reply #62 on: Feb 28th, 2013, 01:30am » "The tempest cleanses yet unbroken even with the dawn ....Drake" she paused at this name and found Seraph to foreign to bring herself to call him.."I shall leave with thee as promised. . though to leave nearer the dusk would be best... come.." she gestured "I give thee a place to rest safe". . .Of course dusk would be more suitable for her, though cloaked, she can and has moved about in daylight, be it in small doses and most preferably an overcast day.
To her mind whispers of familiarity flow faint at first.. then growing stonger...borne of thought. .First came the ancient tounge, then the mere old language . . .the thoughts bearing familiar pattern and recognisable voice. Nicola's indigo eyes beholden to Drake blink softly first, then turn their attention un-abruptly to the shadows. Nocturnal fire wreaths Nicola's blue irises as her own answer goes forth also born of auspex, soft and angelically spoken mind to mind…
<"Ātrăcĭus véspera, Storm….Eccere! Accicpio hŏmēr&= #301;ăcus…">
((translation: Dark eve, Storm…There you are! I welcome you home..)) __ 223-reply regenerated Nicol feb 16, 2004 0333
"Atracius véspera, Storm...Eccere! Accicpio homeriacus" __ 224-The Vehement of Night- Beguiled Peace prt 1 Requiem feb 16, 2004 0651
~Remaining within the corridor,her senses effortlessly recognizing the words of Nicola,words that so appease her very psyche from the vehement of night...this unholy night as tempest and thunder lash their limbs together and the Ether vents its wintry malevolence upon the exterior battlements of the castle...in the distance a secluded wolf bays like a hellborne siren,weaving lamented requiem from the cadence of choirs choking,the dead wailing in droned concertos...the unfurled winds echoing like the heartstrings lacerated by a score of reaper bows playing tormented composition allegretto...snuffed tapers sigh the very quintessence of death impressing the family crest of cold tears upon this Countess,benighted like ill-fated Usher,upon the house of her status...shrouded beneath griefs dark facade,where pleasures took to __ 225-The Vehement of Night – Beguiled Peace prt 2 Requiem feb 16, 2004 0703
flesh,vitae and pain,remorseless...she exhales the wail of black serenade,and warms her soul in rapturous delight.
Eyes momentarily close unearthing a somewhat tranquility within..to the words she retorts..each word lulling,magically profound and enchanting,Latin timbre and perfect enunciation...
Gratia Nicola,talis lacuna tepidus mei frigus cor,ille tepidus mei sanguis ad esse acceptus olim iterum in vestrum domus.Ego volo nequequam,labefacto vestrum vesper,licet scire id noctis mei recidivus fortasse tantum aliquis brevis temporis...Invenio mei laxus et fortasse in aliquis vas ab dulcis vinum?...a slight smile moves again across crimson lips that glisten with a lustre with the overture.She ripostes and advances along the cold granite passageway,left hand ascending to sympathetically brush against the stonework as __ 226- The Vehement of Night-Beguiled Peace prt 3 Requiem feb 16, 2004 0714
she saunters the corridor length,eyes examining the family portraits and tapestries that embellish the walls,taking note of the faces in which her asphodel glance comes to rest,hand sensing the energies from deep within the recesses...she meanders with no motive of direction,just savoring the moment to herself.
Ahead she sees a room,the iridescent amber radiance of a fire percolates the dimness beneath the slightly ajar doors,even the warmth brushes against her body as if a subtle spring zephyr tenderly kissed her brow...she proceeds directly to this location,elegantly sashaying through the gaping doors fluidlessly.Only the blaze of the hearth illuminates the drawing room,eyes scrutinize every corner and shadow...penetrating the darkness with arcane heightened acute sight making sure she is alone,left to her thoughts __
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:08:50 GMT
« Reply #63 on: Feb 28th, 2013, 01:30am » 227-The Vehement Night-Beguiled Peace prt 4 Requiem feb 16, 2004 0725
and inner turmoils.
Taking a graceful step backwards,placing her weight upon the doors and pushing back as they mutely secure shut...resting her back upon the foundations her dainty hands reach to the fastener of the cloak,disengaging the sigil,permitting the fabric to gradually slither to the floorboards illuminating the shimmering of black chain-mesh garb,revealing tantalizing tones of supple naval displaying artistic tattoo of a black rose and shadowland diamond adornment...the iridescent amber radiance casting waltzing shadows over her flesh,tracing like forlorned aficionado,lost to the perpetual abussou,dancing and entwining her skin,accentuating her exquisitness even more as she remains motionless,facing the fire...allowing the fervor to saturate and illuminate coils of cascading blonde hair over exposed shoulders __ 228-The Vehement Night-Beguiled Peace prt 5 Requiem feb 16, 2004 0730
and continuously flowing down the small of her back...a slightly comfortable expression transforms upon flawless features.She takes a seat before the fire,becoming enveloped in the rising and falling flames...closing her eyes she drifts,yet her awareness is fully alert to immediate surroundings __ 229-apologies ooc note Pure feb 16, 2004 1713
Sorry for my disaperance..problems at home and plus bought a new house had to repaint and tear down a couple walls but ish back now and catchign up on my reading will post shortly...miss you all
pure/rose __ 230-Re:[darkheartcastle] ooc Requiem feb 18, 2004 0442
wow talk about quiet... __ 231-storylines/plots Requiem feb 18, 2004 0636
if anyone has any interesting plots storyline page or email m __ 232-Re: of shadow's angels, grace and soft whispers... Stone feb 18, 2004 0833
Seraph's idle form stirred not the least at Nicola's gassious approach.. he had felt her comming and was not suprised at how skillfully and silently she rose behind him. It did suprise him however, as he turned to glare, at how she appeared to him. He immediatly became angery at himself, his eyes pausing a moment too long on her form for his comfort. The scent she bore around her was intoxicating to his senses, and he had to mentaly guard himself against the draw he felt to her. *Nonsense..* he mentaly chided himself.. *Another ploy of many..* And yet something withen her dire gaze he yet felt could not be glamore, could not be falsated. Though she bore the stern face of one who tired of his troublesome nature, and the hell he purpously wrought on her and her kin, something submerged in her gaze reminded him of pain and pity.
.."I shall leave with thee as promised. . though to leave nearer the dusk would be best... come.." she gestured "I give thee a place to rest safe".
Her velvetine voice urged him to consider, but minute by minute he felt the strange emenations of other souls gathering about them.. capable enough to impead his plans. A quick glance outside told him of her legitamacy, her natural fear of the suns conflagrant embrace being cause enough to wait until dusk, but he feared he did not have so long before certain powers interupted his well placed plans.
"I nay did knock on thy front door because I had to demon... I travel where I wish by nay anything but foot.. and," He held out a well manicured hand, a devilish light in his eyes. "if ye would be so kind as to take my hand, we could be off at this very moment and be done with this matter... well -you- will be done anyways.."
Grining and waiting for the not so concealed threat to hang in the air a moment, he continued. "We have idled away enough time waiting here, and I have been more than patient, something I'm not known for bothering with." He flashed her a sly smile as if daring her to argue, she would go with him now by will or force, it mattered not... If she somehow managed to escape him.. his trump card would die screaming, and he would make sure that it would echo in thier ears and souls as long as they plauged this world.
((Ooc, a quick, and not very good post... but I wanted to put at least something up until I have time to really write, that way others can at least move foward while I'm busy))
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:09:08 GMT
« Reply #64 on: Feb 28th, 2013, 01:30am » 233-He Comes a_rusted_angel feb 18, 2004 1822
~-Dusk started to settle as the noise of the night blanketed in the air. The man stood at the hotel room gazing out on the busy street. Shadowed by the dark room he had rented for the night his exotic features were hidden. Slender well tended hands splayed fingers against the wood of the window. Breath pillowed soft against the cupid bow of his lips as he let his mind wandered a bit on his prior situation.
Orbs dark watch as the people milled on the cold hard concrete pave of the walk. He liked to watch people. They amused him to no end as they moved about their lives as if they had forever to live. Tiers tilted up into a cold hard smirk that made his sharp features even more appealing. His orbs stopped on a woman that moved with the grace of a feline. His head tilted sending curls of silverfish grey to spill down his shoulders to twist down across his naked chest. He found the white dress appealing as it caressed her form with each regal move of her body. He leaned forward to gaze down upon the dark hair beauty watching the seductive way the dress danced against her slender form. He liked beauty period. Its form didn't matter to him.
He watched the lovely vision sway down through the crowded city's streets before she faded from his vision. Soft was the sigh that left his tiers to fan against the cool air of the room and fade away as everything did eventually. He lifted back straight to his full six feet and 3 inches. Slender form moved from the window strolling quietly to the bed to retrieve his clothes, a flicker of crimson swirled within those dark hues. White suit laid out neatly on the bed made those kissable tiers twitch into a roguish smile. His choice of clothes was simple actually, expensive and white.
Slender hand decorated with rings reached down to send fingers to curl around the white pressed pants that lay against the bed. The style was of old but he didn't mind, he had lived too long and knew that old came into new every human year. And then there was the gothics of the world so he never really was out of style in some class of people. He eased his slender form on the bed to slide the white cloth of pants on. Ears heard the footfalls before the rapping on the door began, voice like silk teased the air as he called out to the person that was at his door.-~
"Be right there. If ye please give me a moment of ye time I will be there."
~-He pushed up not bothering with the white silk shirt, he headed for the door bared chested the soft lights playing off the gold nipple rings. His flesh tanned to perfection and remained smooth as a boy. His stroll was elegant as he was, as bare feet hit against the soft carpet without noise. Hand drifted upwards to curl long well manicure fingers around the knob of the door pulling it open. Brow arched delicately over dark orb as he gazed at the blonde woman at his door. Words soft danced against his lips to fall against the air in a pretty tone.-~
"If ye pardon me M'lady, may I be of some service to ye?"
~-he watched the lady look at him oddly then blink as he watched those rose petaled lips curl into a dainty smile. As his habit he let his orbs drift lazily over the lady before him, he noted she was pretty in a natural way, he liked that. He returned a dashing smile as he waited for the woman to come to what she had intruded on his privacy. Shoulder leaned against the frame of the door as he waited. He watched the lady gaze over him in appraising manner, he let it slide he was use to such attention. Hand moved up to pull long elegant fingers through the light curls of his hair to rake it back.-~
"Aye Mister….uh…There's someone downstairs says he must see you."
~-Her voice was like honey with a touch of a song tone to it, it made his lips curl into a genuine smile as he sends his head down into a slight nod. Dark orbs shifted upwards to gaze into the hues of jaded green of the woman before him. Words flowed against his lips softly as a physical caress as he spoke to the stunning woman before him.-~
"Thank ye kindly M'lady. Tell the Gent I will be down in a moment's time if ye will. "
~-Hand ducked behind door to pull a red rose from a vase that stood on a side table behind the large door. He brought it around and held to the beauty before him. With a wink he placed the perfect rose within her palm. He watched her shock then how swiftly she regained her composure. This brought a soft chuckle to dance upon the air as he nodded to the woman. Patiently he waited for her return smile then her departure, he learned patients with so many of years he had lived, though he looked about 25 at the oldest.
With the pretty woman gone he closed the door and noted to himself he needed fresh roses. He liked the flower for more reasons than the humans did. They used it for it love. He liked the rose because it stood for love and hate. It had thorns that could bite just like life. It was his chosen flower for many reasons. Those he had gifted with a rare black rose were no longer around to testify to this side of the rose. He was never without a rose of sorts.
He returned to the bed to finish dressing knowing whom waited downstairs. His employer, simple. White silk shirt was pulled on to his body. Delicate fingers buttoned the white pearl buttons up to the top. Hand dipped down to grip fingers gently against the white suit coat, pulling it on his slender frame. Fingers coaxed shirt into waist of pants. Moist tongue tip drifted over mounds of his full lips as he tugged up the white silken old fashion lacy tie. He worked the cloth around the shirt collar, and then fingers teased buttons of the suit coat. The final touch was tucking that frilly lace down into the suit coat.
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:09:26 GMT
« Reply #65 on: Feb 28th, 2013, 01:31am » White shoes decored his feet as he moved to the mirror to check his appearance. Appearance was everything in this old world. From the dresser he picked up the white felt hat, placing it against the light color tresses of his odd colored hair. He cocked the rim roguishly against his forehead. Then hands drifted down to pick up the white gloves. He slides those soft kissed cloth gloves on his dainty slender hands. So dainty like a girls, but looks were always deceiving, those hands had taken life from many. Dark hue raked over once more of his appearance. Smile danced upon soft mounds of lips; as fingers of one hand drifted down to bring the dark glasses to rest against the bridge of his nose. His sight was perfect, but he liked the dark glasses, he could see well even at night with them on.
He moved from the mirror satisfied with his appearance he made his way in a regal stride to the door of his rented room. It like everything else that he dealt with was expensive. He stopped by the door and retrieves three roses of three different colored kissed petals. One never knew when a situation called for one of those colors. He tucked them down in the hidden pocket of his jacket. One he held between white cladded fingers, as he let a smile once more play against his tier. Hand that held empty opened the door and he stepped out in the human world that so amused him.-~ __ 234-Re: of shadow's angels, grace and soft whispers... Chrono feb 18, 2004 2207
Staying within the shadows so he could not be seen, Chrono watched what went on, studied the events waiting for the right moment to do as he was instructed by nico. Eyeing Seraph with dark eyes, chrono tried not to hiss in distaste to him but stays silent as to not give himself away __ 235-short posts/ooc Requiem feb 19, 2004 0544
Excuse the short posts,was having major problems that day.Hopefully the prob will be sorted. __ 236-...court is in session Daishar feb 20, 2004 0439
Dai'shar prodded at the glowering coals in the fireplace. The abnormally long tongs he held extended from hs gloved hands into the fire to poke at the scorched black set of scales. Clasipng them and lifting them out of the intense heat of the flame. They smoked and smouldered, the wooden bowls of the scales illiciting a pungent black smoke that wafted about the vaunted ceilings of what had once been darius throne room. Abandoned by his brother.
Dai' carried them carefully to the center of the rooms stone floor. Setting it down beside a note scratched into the stone's surface, a chunk of broken rock laying nearby, the instrument of the author.
"I am awake. I am above any rulers law. I am the Judge. Court is in session."
The ancient kindred scowled at the note carved with hurried hand. He would not be used again by a ruler too cowardly to do his own dirty work. Never again would he kill a loved one, for he had cast himself aside from the familiy, chosing to remain entombed during the day within the mausoleum hidden in the dark wooded gardens at the rear of the castles estate, all but forgotten. He would not kill a loved one, for he loved none. Daishar dropped the tongs with a clatter and turned on his heel. 'Let them make of that what they wish' the fiend thought as he left the house and sprinted across the lawn towards the shadows beneath the mighty trees that ringed the castle.
Someone would remember. __ 237-((amusing ooc note)) Stone feb 21, 2004 0829
((Its gone from Midnight, to dawn.. to dusk withen about three narrative minutes lol.. might it be best if we left a certain person in charge of time... and they could every so often summerize what time it is in the current happenings and post it. In the span of two conversations, an entire day has passed... and not that I mind witchery, and time shifting... but its a little confusing and sometimes injures the posts of others.. Not nagging.. just finding it kinda.. confusing?)) __ 238-[ooc re: time] Daishar feb 21, 2004 0906
Interestin idea.
Though kind of a redundant one in my opinion. The DarkHeart family are predominantly vampires. There's a few werewolves and a few other character types that I despise too much to name.
In any event, given the high concentration of kindred, I always felt it was safe to assume that it was night-time for the purposes of rp. The same as when playing in rooms such as the old Vampire Tavern in romance, or Elysium in Adult, or even, god forbid .. Tenaria in Teen Chat.
Unless you specifically require it to be daytime, in which case it'd generally be only your post and those replying to it's concern, then it'd be fairly safe to assume it's dark outside. Otherwise it'd be kind of pointless being a part of a vampire clan, which is what the DarkHeart family/clan is. You'd never be able to interact with the Primogen or any of the elder family members. I'm sure you see the point and there's no need for me to bludgeon you about the brain with any more. -snickaz-
My advice/opinion : Nighttime unless specifically required. Don't make 'positions' for people when no position is required. "Too many cooks spoil the broth" as the old saying goes.
We now return you to your scheduled broadcast.
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:09:45 GMT
« Reply #66 on: Feb 28th, 2013, 01:31am » 239-Re:[ooc re: time] Seafoam feb 22, 2004 0117
Unfortunately i have to agree with Dai' i normally rp night time. unless specified day time too. ~giggles~ ok now off to post. __ 240- embracing the unknown Seafoam feb 22, 2004 0121
~moves from Rage's embrace, after an eternity seems to have passed... picking her blanket off the floor that she discarded previously, and taking herself off to the kitchen... as she walks back to the kitchen, she heads to the fridge, pouring herself a glass of orange juice... and walks to the table, slumping in a chair, loosing herself in her thoughts..~ __ 241-From the waking dream Alexa feb 22, 2004 1612
Alexa slowly opened her eyes and looked around. It still LOOKED like her room. But then her mind remembered... The Abyss.
She sat up slowly holding her head moaning softly. The headache from the tortures of Suffering and Seraph still echoing in her tormented mind. Softly she called out to anyone in the room. "Drake? Are you here?"
She realized that she was awake which meant the sword and man were both absent. She slid her legs over the side of the bed and tried to stand. Her legs shook slightly but she managed to rise slowly.
She smiled thinking how nice a glass of blood wyne would be and turned in time to see a flask and goblet appear on the bedside stand. *The Abyss....* She whispered to herself. She relaized then that perhaps now was her chance.
She decided to try. Calling out with all her mind and strength. "DRAAKKEEEEE!!!" She hoped to catch his attention while the sword was gone. She NEEDED to get his attention!
She closed her eyes trying to reach her mind to the one who had captured her having no clue where he truly was or what was transpiring back at her own home.
She cried out to him again..... __ 242-Re: (OOC/IC time) Requiem feb 22, 2004 2047
I rp mostly during the morn or afternoon Australian time,which is early evening or morning for the Northern Hemisphere approx.IC time my char is Ancient to Dark Ages/Renaissance only,dnt do modern day rp. __ 243-Re: [darkheartcastle] [ooc re: time] Requiem feb 22, 2004 2141
I agree totally with Grant 100%,in my opinion whether confusing or not many of the posts in this group jump all over the place and interact with other people very little anyway via group post or even via replies of others.So why comment further,Grant said it all x __ 244-Re: of shadow's angels, grace and soft whispers... Nicol feb 23, 2004 0114
"You have been away long. . rest now, and whence I return~ welcomed will be a glass of wine . " thus flowed Nicola's reply born of auspex which traveled the shadowy passage passing beyond the doors Storm had closed around her . .and touching her mind in a speechless communication between those of a shared blood.
With regal elegance Nicola's brief glance into the shadow returned to Seraph. . the blue of velvet night fixated once again to the hardened grey of his steel. . Indeed she had become weighted and tired of the troublesome sword bound demon and his relentless pursuit of agony against her blood. She also suspected that once the infernal Suffering knew whom it was that Drake had led him to, that he would indeed spare no fury upon her or her kinship. Yet the imbued man before her (Drake) was perceptive in his compromised state of mind. . for within her eyes he had seen there was that akin to pity. .Why ~she had wondered~ had he given in so easily to Suffering? Indeed she pitied him of the great torment he must be undergoing at the bidding of this beast, as she remembered him for how he was before.. Also in her gaze was pain ~a two folded pain. . which tore at her from deep within. .She also suffered to see him, once so commanding and in control of his own destiny, to be bound at the whim's of the infernal beast from the blade. . for she loved him.
His voice was smooth as ice and seductive as flame to the moth, though the words were meant to bite deeply:
"I nay did knock on thy front door because I had to demon.. I travel where I wish by nay anything but foot.. and," He held out a well manicured hand, a devilish light in his eyes. "if ye would be so kind as to take my hand, we could be off at this very moment and be done with this matter... well -you- will be done anyways.."
Her time honed fortitute washed the sting of his words away from her . . With finesse, she appeared to treat them as the veiled threats of a still partially bound demon succumbed to complacency. . she would not be complacent . . For she knew that not only her families freedom from this ancient foe rested upon her actions, but Drakes life and her own would depend upon her flawless execution of arcane wisdoms and infernal order.
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:10:08 GMT
Reply #67 on: Feb 28th, 2013, 01:32am » Deep within her gaze fixed to Drake was sensed one more thing. . .that which had brought renewed life into one lost to darkness for so long. . . from beneath her soft velvet shroud, came with a refined grace, her hand.. extending slow . .and cautious . . to meet gently with his . .As he was drawn to her, so was she to him . . the suspense of his touch shown in her eyes the conflict burning passion and deepening dread. . .soft feminine alabaster fingers extended now merely centimeters from his. . . .in dulcimer tone she answered him;
"As with Alexa… I go also for you, dear Drake "
An echoing clank resounded from the hearth within the throne room . . .the hot metal meeting with the stone floor rang harshly against her heightned sense . .with her hand still extended towards Drake, her attention is averted suddenly drawing her gaze to Dai'Shar now leaving the abandoned room in great haste. . . . __ 245-Return to Serenade sagacious_darkheart feb 23, 2004 1319
Sagacious slowly walked into the beautiful house Serenade. His wolf following behind him. He sighs lightly as it has been so long since he has been here. He slowly glances down to his wolf speaking to her as if she would understand him "What do you say about threehundred years ago". The wolf simply tilted its head at him as if it didnt get it and Sagacious just shoke his head alil chuckleing softly and spoke once again to the animal" You wouldnt know you havent been around that long" Sagacious turned and walked up the stairs heading for the back balcony. As soon as he reaches the balcony memories that he has been trying to forget flood his mind. He slowly clenches his fist untill his nuckles turn white as he rememberd this is where she led him. He looked over the balcony as he rememberd her embraceing him here.
He stood there looking over the balcony for a long time. He slowly spoke to himself "Why did I come back here?" on his cheek was a blood tear. He slowly raised his left hand and wiped it away with that done with he reached into his cloak inner pocket and pulled out a rolled ciggerate and slowly lit it taking a couple of puffs he walked inside the house and headed for his old bedroom. He chuckled to himself as he looked down to his wolf who walked on his right side "You know I use to get in trouble for smoking in this house lots of trouble" He simply laughed. It would seem he was insane talking to some animal as if it could talk back. He stoped at his room stareing at the bed as he remeberd laying in it three hundred years ago with the woman he cared for he slowly walked over to the bed and layed down on it slowly closeing his eyes as the sun slowly began to come up. The windows were coverd which meant no sun light could get in he was safe. His dreams were filled with the promises she made to him he could still hear her voice "Forever Gage Forever". He suddenly moved around as a voice enterd his head he groaned while he sleep listening to the voice this went on for hours all day than the sun droped and sagacious lifted out of bed his eyes opening slowly a sick twisted smile crossings his lips as he spoke out into the night "Darkheart Castle" __ 246-On our way to Darkheart Castle Sagacious feb 24, 2004 1735
Sagacious walks down the path which leads to the Darkheart Castle. His wolf paces on his right side its tongue hanging out and drooling all over the place as it is hungry. Sagacious came to a stop when he saw two massive statues of dragons. He growled alil as he knew this was going to be a big family of vampires he just spit at the thought. He looked down to his wofl and reached his left hand down patting its head softly. He than began to speak to the animal"Go on and hunt I will wait here for you". The wolf than took off like a bullet and disappeard into the tree's. Sagacious grinned as he watched the wolf disappear and slowly reached in his pocket and pulled out another rolled ciggerate and lit it taking a drag from it he slowly stared at the two massive dragon statues. As soon as he was half way done with his ciggerate he heard the wolf tearing apart a rabbit and eating it down rather quickly. He than finished his ciggerate and tossed it to the right and than whistled he started to walk forward and the wolf came pounding up behind him licking the blood from its teeth. Sagacious glanced down to the wolf and grinned lightly "Well i'm glad one of us is full". He than made his way up to the path his eyes can now see the full size of the castle he sighed lightly as he knew it wasnt going to be easy to find her in that big of a caste but so far the blood link had brought him this far why not take him all the way. Sagacious finally made it to the massive stairs that lead up to the double doors of the castle which makes the entrance into the castle. He took the steps two at a time his wolf galloping alil to keep up with him. As soon as he came to the double doors he slamed his body into them causeing them to swing open leaving one of the double doors to fall off its hindge. Sagacious Wolf came following beind him. Sagacious comes to a stop at some stairs that lead up to the second floor anyone standing around him would see that he stood a good 6'3 and was well built they could also see that he had a sword straped to his back and a whipe with razor blades lining it attached to his left side belt but you couldnt see his face as his brown cloak hood was up.The wolf stayed by sagacious's side and seem to stare up the stairs. Sagacious slowly clothes his eyes and let his senses roam as he was trying to locate where her exact body was.
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:10:27 GMT
« Reply #68 on: Feb 28th, 2013, 01:32am » 247-Re: On our way to Darkheart Castle kendra_darkheart feb 25, 2004 1311
[Sometimes, you just happen to come at a wrong time. and Sometimes, its nice to know whats in store for you before, assuming all is well and that you can take on anything . Stupidity is ones' downfall..-]
The massive castle indeed house secrets that no new blood would ever know, can ever comprehend. Its numerous secret passages and basement doors leads to yet another part of the castle, mayhaps housing more malevolent ones. Not surprising for a clan stronghold that withstood the fall of the ancient twin cities...stupid stupid upstarts...
It came like a subtle whisper, drawing you within its folds with a promise of something profound..and it grows stonger, muted though for it only speaks in your mind. Smooth and ageless, yet carrying a hint of something more than just a voice..laced with all that her ancient blood can carry..Who dares disturb this Families' lair?
The intruder's presence is like a light drawing one to it like a moth...Only this one isnt ..A flash of red and a glimpse of a feral lust on those gleamings eyes..hazy and seemingly just a mist, reforming and scattering ..an endless cycle..it heaves, and groans..wanting to suck you in..and forever bury you in the infinite pit of hell.."Who are you ...barbarian..speak thy name before I cancel that ability as well...How dare you trudge in here and desecrate this place"...
The voice would be in your head..defeaning in its stillness yet dripping with icy rage..A quick flash of something blinding was realized too late and you find yourself pinned to the wall, exactly a good distance from the aging marble floors of the castle..Some unseen force was holding you there, leaving you at the mercy of an ancient blood that had just awoken..
-I can crush you so easily.... __ 248-MY POSTS did not came through? Ooc Kendra feb 25, 2004 1314
HMP! How come I did not see my post? A reply to this person Sagacious' post..
Kendra __ 249-ooc! Ok never mind I got it.. Sorry Kendra feb 25, 2004 1315
Sowwy! __ 250-What trouble plagues prt 1 Requiem feb 26, 2004 0905
~Sitting complacent upon the luxurious velveteen divan,the warmth of the flames delicately tracing the contours of long slender legs,wandering leisurely over lean seductive thigh revealed through split in chainmesh attire.Soft divine eye-lids gently closing to the lingering moments that unhurriedly elapse as if only mere minutes upon consciousness...waftimg as if borne upon a dream.Tired,elegant hands adorning the antique wooden surface,running smoothly along the ebony arm-rest with benevolent touch,the very sentiment absorbing unfathomable within the abysmal core of her being,motionless...like a statue.Dark Aphrodite in full grandeur to behold as if forsaken to deathlike slumber...thoughts adrift as perspicacity remains absolute.
A scent wafts upon her attentiveness,emanating through the atmosphere with a stained pungent __ 251-What trouble plagues prt 2 Requiem feb 26, 2004 0916
aroma,a scorched fragrance teasimg her quietude...eyes gradually open,lustrous bearing the resemblance of the hearths ocher-amber luminosity,flames dancing in ophidian glimmer,seemingly gyrating with boding evil...portentous and nefarious,scrutinizing the direction from hence she had entered.Face beholding eloquent expression,unyielding and authoritive...perchance due to custom from her Darkbane days,or,perhaps from the suspicion that something with this domicile is significantly amiss.The intuition moribund...progressively escalating. She pushes herself upright to standing position,substance altering...energy surging to the crimson deluge,inundation of her sanguine beckoning...summoning archaic and primordial vitae to resurrect potency of velocity from within the helix of obscurity.Her external appearance changing, almost
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:10:45 GMT
« Reply #69 on: Feb 28th, 2013, 01:33am » 252-What trouble plagues prt 3 Requiem feb 26, 2004 0927
liquefyin as the energy charges ability,shifting to incorporeal ethereal substance...quickening each echelon to extrodinary potential,echoing through her body in waves of supreme darkness ,in its purest form and quintessence...extending her soul forth beyond these fortifications as a clattering sound audibly echoes through the hallways.
Instantly as her spirit is unleashed,her form lunges forth...an explicable shadow leaving but an indistinguishable impression which resembles a ghostlike haze,an optical illusion of unearthly movement that only an extremely sharp perception could conceivably discern,thrusting doors open with unobserved force,colliding against the granite wall transmitting clamorous reverberations along corridor,the echo inpersonating the rumble produced by the thunder which every so often vibrated through __ 253-What trouble plagues prt 4 Requiem feb 26m 2004 0937
these same walls that she ascends with disembodied elegance to the exact location where the aroma smolders,infusing the air with the acrimonious concoction of scalded metal and smoke.
Descending the flight of steps straight towards the throne room of Darius,the awareness of amiss greater than ever,stopping short of the immense gaping doors...body progressively coalescing to solid substance...once again undertakin. the radiance and magnificence that is her splendor,statuesque and exquisite to behold,ashen hues of flesh entwined with the foreshadow of dark desires to render the heart stolen by coveting lips that inveigle even the angels to swoon from her touch.
Her stance firm as asphodel glance fixes upon the smoldering black set of scales that have been positioned to the median of the room.Smoke rising...spasmodically __ 254-What trouble plagues prt 5 Requiem feb 26, 2004 0948
permeating to the arched ceilings as if in rebellion to the diadem of Darius,or so she predicts.Her gaze transfers to etched marks beside the scales,making the surveillance that is undeniably an inscription engraved into a stone section of the floor. With alacrity she advances,slightly genuflectin down in a kneeling position adjacent to the scales and reads what was inscribed,mutely in a hushed murmur she reads...each word captivatingly spoken mellifluously as if broken from a forgotten memory...
Iam awake,Iam above any rulers law.Iam the judge.Court is in session!
Tender brow furrows,regaining perfect composure eyes still glancing upon both the scales and inscription,mind extending towards Nicolaskaya,hoping communication is established quickly,though this time move overwhelming and imperative...rushing forth thought __ 255-What trouble plagues prt 6 Requiem feb 26, 2004 1000
transference is psionic tendrils that seek the recipient to which the words are intended...psyche penetratin the very boundaries...uttered words,unspoken...only within her consciousness and Nicolaskayas could they resound.
Nicola...*pause*...Quis problema pestilencia hic grandis domus?Enim multus sollicitudo vocare intus mei sanguis,atque perturbo mei anima ad talis decretum! Quis abominosus diruo dominatus hos paries?
Agitation fills her epitome,which now seems to be considerably apprehensive to the milieu,disengaging the fastener of sword scabbard taking a few skillfully poised steps around the room,concentrating on the ricochet of each footstep...comprehending that this room has not been active for sometime.Not due to evident signs of dust but mere reverberation of the untenanted room. Moving askance encircling the __ 256-What trouble plagues prt 7 Requiem feb 26, 2004 1013
perimeter...the audible thud of the main doors instigates her to pivot automatically and accurately to the sound.The collapse of door upon hinge,right hand adroitly moves to hilt...yet she remains motionless...watching as the tall figure moves past towards the stairs,wolven companion close to the strangers side,observing the weapons...though non-chalant and unconcerned.
Taking form in motion she moves to the left of the main throne room doors,prowessly seeping into the shadows...watching in concealment to where the new comer proceeds. Ophidian eyes glancing over the brown cloak draped form...descending to the wolf,as they seem fixated to the upstairs region.Again,her eyes drift back to the scales before attention returns to this unfamiliar person.From shadow and into the dim light in sashayed grace she enters the foyer
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:11:25 GMT
« Reply #70 on: Feb 28th, 2013, 01:33am » 257-What trouble plagues prt 8 Requiem feb 26, 2004 1020
.The tempest wafting through the atrium...stirring thigh length blonde coils in gnarled caress...standing with her back to the nocturnal embrace of darkness just before the hinged door and behind the stranger.Eyes concentrated upon the cloaked character,full perceptiveness ripping through her svelte stature fully aware of all directions around her...head held high in honor and eminence as the wind thrashes her haunting appearance...howling in bloodcurdling shrieks.
A feigned smile bejewels spellbinding lips... __ 258-OOC for Courtney xx Translation Requiem feb 26, 2004 1024
Translation Latin-English x x
What trouble plagues this great house?For much uneasiness calls within my blood,and perturbs my soul to such decree! What ill-fated ruin rules these walls?
xmwahx Courts,now iam off to bed.Sweet dreams x x __ 259-OOC- Frowns. You people ignoring me? Kendra feb 26, 2004 2211
So, after reading these awesome blahness, no one noticed I entered your scene guys? What does it take for yoou p[eople to NOTICE KENDRA is in that scene NOW, holding that person UP agaianst the wall? Supercalifragilicious words? hey Just tell me so, I can heft up my thesaurus too and go at it?
Since the scene is in DH Castle. Kendra is a resident.....a .long long time resident..uh oh not just that a DARKHEART![ a 6 year irl time darkheart, guarantees that)
-snorts- __ 260-Re: OOC- Frowns. You people ignoring me? Seafoam feb 27, 2004 0119
oO(i didnt ignore you Kendra, I would never do that... just in a different place than you are... oh btw happy bd in 2 weeks...exactly)
~finishes her meal, wrapping her blanket back about her shoulders, putting her dishes in the sink... she walks down the hallway, as she senses the anger of a very old friend... using her mindspeak, she sends a thought to kendra, hoping her sister recieves it. (I will investigate darling sister..." and the presence of someone she doesnt recognize. walking further, using her senses to track them, she walks towards the stairs... coming up to the man.. Her silvery golden hair tied back in a french braid... as she need not hide her pointed ears in this place... a gentile looking face, and wearing a dark aqua cotton shift, with a burgandy and black patchwork quilt wrapped around her shoulders... She tilts her head, her aqua eyes gaze piercing the man's back... her voice carrying a light irish lilt to it... "Canna i help ye?" smiles softly.. __ 261-Re: [darkheartcastle] Re: OOC- Frowns. You people ignoring me? Requiem feb 27, 2004 0225
For a start,iam not ignoring you but the auto upon Sagacious indeed iam.And if u have a problem with my posts and the words therein thats your problem.My understanding auto attacks/motions upon anothers character in this group are not accepted.Repost or we have the right to ignore ur post altogether,repost and i shall do the same. Perhaps before abusing people you should take a look at your error and correct it.T1 applies here and to my understanding always has. __ 262-Re: [darkheartcastle] Re: OOC- Frowns. You people ignoring me? Requiem feb 27, 2004 0231
and mentioning post igorance theres one in all its glory lol dont u people read or cant you? __ 263-Kenra OOC Requiem feb 27, 2004 0258
if u repost or remove the auto i will repost also,but dont put down others rp until u correct ur own __ 264-Kenra OOC Requiem feb 27, 2004 0259
if u repost or remove the auto i will repost also,but dont put down others rp until u correct ur own __ 265-Hmm Kendra feb 27, 2004 1134
Uhmn Correct me if you want duhh. Im no rp geek or nerd. stopped being one long long ago..but if you want I can spew out words that can probably be understood here..if DH had become such an rp word nazi...
and yeah its my bday soon....mmmm who might ye be? I have many sisters..no actually 3.
mumble grumbles and walks off throwing a pile of garbage at Darius' throne.
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:11:45 GMT
« Reply #71 on: Feb 28th, 2013, 01:33am » 266-OMG! IMSCARED! Kendra feb 27, 2004 1143 Who is the blond? points to Requeim with the fantastic name and fantastic post. rolls down the castle stairs laughing.. My my I feel honored. You have to post like 4 times just to say that. Abusing you? Oh my God, if you know me, you will CERTAINLY know IT! eh anyways, go ahead with your happy post...uhm btw whats T1 got to do with my inquiry? [Sorry Court...blows mooches at Seafoam and Court and sends happy thoughts to sister Dara, Sabrina and Britt] __ 267-Hmmm Requiem feb 27, 2004 1529 Actually the 4 posts are due to server problems. And iam not continuing with the petty bickering you seem adamant in displaying. __ 268-Re:Hmmm Kendra feb 27, 2004 1709 Good Anyhows..I need infos on the whereabouts of my Sisters? and our Mother? -pokes COurt- __ 269-OOC: Board RP Guidelines Nicol feb 29, 2004 1643 I have been recieving imput from various members concerning various guideline issues for this board. #1....Fighting style for this board must be T1, as speed is not appropriate for a message board. Which fighting style you use in live chat will, of course, be governed by the rules of the realm in which you are playing. The time of day will be between dusk and dawn unless agreed otherwise for the purpose of a specific senario. We've been very open with this and hopefully can remain so. Additionally many of our most active and plot contributing members do not fit within the guidelines of strict V:tM, but rather a wider genre of rp style. So far this has not created any conflicts of interest but adds to the fun. If you have a problem with this please contact me directly. We also have members that prefer a Dark Ages timeline as opposed to Modern. I am going to send out a survey concerning this timeline.. and will appreciate all responing as it is considered a vote for our timeline. If there are concerns with another members rp on the board, please send complaints to each other via emails, offline messages or to me via my email. Lets avoid OoC arguments on the board please. Also, there will be a survey soon concerning time for members to gather for live rp, including OoC meetings. If you have any questions or concerns, please contact me directly @ Lady_nikita_reijin@... __ 270-New poll for darkheartcastle Mods feb 29, 2004 1713 Enter your vote today! A new poll has been created for the darkheartcastle group: What is your preferred timeline for the rp? o Contemporary (Post 2000) o Modern (Post 1900) o Renaissance-Victorian (1600-1899) o Dark Ages (600 - 1600 A.D.) o Ancient (Before 600 A.D.) To vote, please visit the following web page: groups.yahoo.com/group/darkheartcastle/surveys?id=11671278Note: Please do not reply to this message. Poll votes are not collected via email. To vote, you must go to the Yahoo! Groups web site listed above. Thanks!
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:12:10 GMT
« Reply #72 on: Feb 28th, 2013, 01:34am » 271-New poll for darkheartcastle Mods feb 29, 2004 1723 Enter your vote today! A new poll has been created for the darkheartcastle group: What is the best time for you to join a live group rp? Check all that apply. ***Please include a choice of Day or Evening. Evening. o Monday o Tuesday o Wednesday o Thursday o Friday o Saturday o Sunday o ***Daytime o ***Evening To vote, please visit the following web page: groups.yahoo.com/group/darkheartcastle/surveys?id=11671287Note: Please do not reply to this message. Poll votes are not collected via email. To vote, you must go to the Yahoo! Groups web site listed above. Thanks! __ 272-An Ill Wind Cometh Nicol Mar 1, 2004 0043 "As with Alexa. . .I go also for thee, dear Drake " The echoing clank rang harshly into Nicola's hypersensitive hearing as the hot metal of the tongs Dai'Shar dropped met with the cold stone floor. With gentle hand which she reached sublimely towards Seraph, Nicola's attention averted suddenly drawing her gaze to Dai'Shar as he passed hastily below the stair landing upon which they stood. .As he passed, her gaze followed him, and thoughts formed into words that moved not from her soft lips but whispered acknowlegement through soft mind speak, crossing the fabric of aether separating them to reach his thoughts in recognizable tone. . . <"Dai'Shar. . ."> came her thought softly whispered. As he vanished out the door to the gardens, her gaze returned to the cold steel grey of Seraph's and her task with him at hand. But not a moment had passed when Storm's soft voice again entered her mind. . . <"What trouble plagues this great house? For much uneasiness calls within my blood, and perturbs my soul to such decree! What ill-fated ruin rules these walls?"> Hand beginning to lower gently to her side, dark lashed lids closing over shimmering indigo eyes . . chin slowly rising with a deep breath drawn in silence as she appears to sense the air about her. . thoughts form into words that are carried by strength of will in auxpex alone. . gently spoken of the mind to she whom may be her closest sister, Storm. . .Nicola's eyes open again clear and blue beholden to Drake as she answers her. . . <"Seraph came for me bearing this sword. . this sword being home to the bound daemon of Suffering . . it is this sword of Suffering that binds him and distorts Drake's memory of me. . . Suffering hath used him to steal Alexa's soul as a means of destroying me. .us. . but he will not dear sister, as I go to the abyss with him. . I go to destroy that which desecrates those whom I hold dear. . and among them be Drake. . not possessed as he is now, but freed of this thorn in my side"> As her last thought passes to Storm, the doors slam open with the push from Sagacious, the tempest howling at his heels, unfurling past them and whipping her wispy fingers against the fabrics of cloak and velvet which flutter in the breeze. The storm had not ceased but awakened a presence not felt for some time. She surges from the bowels of the castle. . a as Kendra enters unseen demanding whom this stranger Sagacious is and why he enters so harshly. . Nicola turns, spiraling the folds of soft floor length velvet around her her graceful ankles as she faces to the doorway below and the one entering with such force . . the silouette of Storm moves in appearing between him and the tempest outside. Standing at the top of the stairs now facing the intruder, unruffled by this sudden intrusion, Nicola stands statuesque gazing down on him and the wolf, recognizing him for the vampire he is but yet unknowing his lineage, and with a questioning raised brow, she inquires with dulcimer tone aloud. . "Indeed, answer and tell us who ye are why thee break our doors in such ill manor?" OoC note here: Seraph and Nicola are standing on the landing at the top of the stairs directly above the entrance. Hence I cannot ignore these posts as I wait for Seraphs. I think Kendra's post was well written with the exception of the -slamming against the wall part- since it is considered an auto. Her appearance and question, however, is not an auto and therefore should be recognised) Btw.. happy birthday Nikki
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:12:37 GMT
« Reply #73 on: Feb 28th, 2013, 01:34am » 273-OOC: Rather Lovely Is it not? Raethgir mar 1, 2004 0048
Greetings.
First of all i just have to say it. If you aren't part of that small arguement and you haven't read the posts for a week or two, like myself, you have to sit back and actually laugh, I thank the both of you for a wonderful time. But anyways, hopefully that is behind you, if not, than oh well. I thank Court for updating everyone on the Darkheart guidelines. . Lovely.
I'm sorry I have not posted in like over 30 posts but my home network went down behind my back and I have been having provider problems, the dumb bastards run it and they don't even know how the hell to fix it, I had to tell them about most of it. LOL! ;p
But anyways, i will post after this ooc and make myself known and such and my position. Right now i have to use dial-up which hurts my feelings, so it may take me longer to post if someone interacts with me. I will also add that I can prove that Kendra has been roleplaying for 6 years, which is quite lovely, because I myself have been roleplaying for 6 years, once as a demonsheart and converted when Nicola did.
And in the great elegance of our beloved friend Sea with an irish accent, "Thank ye and ga nite" __ 274-Lying Upon Stone Graves Raethgir mar 1, 2004 0126
~Apart from his ill past, Raethgir finds himself once again, lying upon the stone floors of the Darkheart estates. He finds himself looking upon the ceiling, bewildered at himself and at his signs of weakness. He silently shakes his head. (It is tough being the brother of a vampire queen, wouldn't you think?) Recently he had become a blood kin, embraced by his sister, but an embrace that has mutated with his own blood, the blood of his sister and him, normally the vampiric blood would either kill or turn a someone. His sister was embraced normally and beyond. Her original blood is from a race not known to any realm, for the realm that Nicola and Raethgir are from is a realm that no longer exists, it was consumed by a dark power beyond reality. But in Nicola's embrace, the blood of her people was not strong enough to fight against the vampiric blood of the embrace, therefore changing her. Raethgir's blood on the other hand resisted and mutated due to the fact that his own blood was embracing him after all, therefore creating a half breed of vampire. (Odd, yes. Foolish, no.) You see the true race of the Raegin twins is not a normal race, but a mystic and ancient race, a race of uncontrollable power. (Due to the fact that I cannot write a book in the forums, i will restrain from it, if you want more info, contact me sis Nic.) Do not get me wrong, Raethgir is almost exactly as a vampire, same weaknesses and strengths. After staring upon the ceiling for quite sometime, Raethgir finally releases his mind from consuming thoughts and rises to his feet. (literally, he wears no shoes... ever) He sighs lightly and looks around the main chamber of the estates, the fire blazing with great warmth, he smiles at the flames, their beauty unsurpassed. He sighs once more and opens his hands, the runes embedded with his palms swirl and glow with crimson energies, but as usual he closes his eyes and utters to himself. The runes shift colors and turn onyx blue, the energy within become disrupt and agitated as the flow of his energy changes in his blood, suddenly the darkness of the room becomes distorted and the shadows move towards the runes as if being pulled with rope. He opens his eyes as the light coming from the runes turns to a bright mist in front of his eyes, a rift within reality makes itself known. He sighs as the portal rift opens for him, Raethgir looks around and enters, the mist distorts slightly and the ambient energies within the area shudder slightly and the temperature drops for a slightly moment. The rift bursts into nothing, the shadows and the darkness of the room return to normal, the temperature and ambient energy return to normal.
(Assuming that it is night here.)
The sky is cold, the wind gives its chills, the dead trees crack and rumble. Not far from the castle lies the old cemetary. Not a cemetary of vampires, but the cemetary for the slaves, the mortal slaves of the estates. A small and comfortable cemetary, never visited by vampires, not visited often even by the slaves. The light of the moon seems to give of a gentle beam of light to a lucky grave stone, a Beliz de' Tre Van Moshari. The single beam of light shines upon the small grave of this slave girl as if a god. Why would the moon shine its beauty upon such a mortal? But as one would expect the beam slowly fades, a cloud passing by. With the beam fading, there appears a single man. He lies beside the graves as if lying in bed, he stares at the text of the stone. "Here lies the beauty of Beliz de' Tre Van Moshari, the beauty of river, the beauty of sky, upon the sky lies her home, with God, she walks upon water, she flies in the sky."
The man closes his eyes repeating the text aloud. He lies shirtless, his body pale and feminine. He looks to be normal and quite young, but normal is far from what he is and has become. Upon his chest lies two deep and dark scars, a pierce wound upon his sternum, the other a pierce wound over his heart, the scars stand by one another closely as if someone missed and someone didn't. The dark black strands of his hair hang to the sides of his face, lightly blowing with the chilling cool wind, his eyes closed, his thoughts resting upon the mortal. She was his first. She was there when he was turned, mutated into a new being, a new purpose, a new curse. He didn't see her as beautiful, but as a product, as cattle for murder. He fed upon her flesh, her living flesh, until she slowly died, her life lived short but radiant. The man slowly turns to give a last look upon the text of the stone once more and runs his hand down the stone, a crimson light radiating from his palm.~
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(Ooc: I would also like to add that I usually roleplay in an age of Victorian and Renaissance times, what can i say, its my favorite. I also play as a Half breed vampire, which is odd, I will add but not foolish. Now that you know understand what I play, well, nevermind, i really didn't explain it at all. (Purposely) Anyways, Whatever people prefer playing, I don't mind, I'm open minded to almost everything, roleplaying is roleplaying and I love it. If you do not know me, I am Dustin and I have been roleplaying since I have had a computer and internet access. Lol. Raethgir is 6 years old. He was originally his own race, but when he converted to the Darkhearts 4 or 5 years ago maybe shorter, not sure, he was embraced by his sister Nicola and became a half breed. Well. Talk to everyone later, or rather Roleplay.)
(Oh and by the way, Requiem or who ever you are, I don't disagree with how you roleplay or whatever but I want to ask a favor. Could you please put all your posts into one post? Its not hard really, it helps keep people from being annoyed. But I understand if you can't or don't want to. Anyways, Later all.)
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Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:13:02 GMT
« Reply #74 on: Feb 28th, 2013, 01:35am » 275-Who is he? Sagacious mar 1, 2004 1301
He stood there his eyes shut as he concentrated on exactly where he body was. He was close he could feel it he could even smell her. His eyes slowly open as he no longer felt the wind blowing against him from behind which shows that somone is standing not to far behind him near the door he broke open. He never turned to look torwards her. He slowly went to take the first step up the stairs but stoped as he looked up seeing Nicolaera. His head tilted slightly as he raised both his hands to pull back the hood that concealed his face. Obviously he was a very handsome man. His eyes were so dark brown that they looked black and his raven black hair was alil messy but still made him look good. In his eyes though was a hate a incredibly sad hate. His wolf slowly growled as it could feel the presence of ones that could be seen and ones that could not be seen. Sagacious slowly titled his head back as he stared deep within Nicolaera's eyes. She could see that hate and incredible sadness within his eyes as his heart was broken many years ago. He than heard her voice as she spoke to him and answerd back" I am Sagacious and I am here to find Alexandra. Do not stand in my way of finding her."He growled in warning he may be arrogant and stupid for rushing into a vampires layer and causeing trouble but you dont know what secrets he holds. His eyes slowly drift away from looking at Nicolaera and to only turn slightly to glance back at Requiem his eyes again locking with this womans she to could see the pain in his eyes. He looked away from her and back to Nicolaera his left hand slowly slideing to the handle of his whip as he doesnt know what these female vampires have in mind for him. His wolf stays by his side showing no fear whatsoever just as its master Sagacious. __ 276-ooc nonsense Sagacious mar 1, 2004 1308
I'm sorry Nicol for posting ooc on the boards again but I wanted everyone to read this. Kendra when Requiem and Alexandra sent you emails about your post you took it wrong you thought they were correcting you when they were really teaching you. Just cause you have rp for 6 years doesnt make you that good for there are people in this clan that have rp longer. I ignored your post for Two reasons One was the newbish Auto you did and the second was the snobby bitch way you were acting to Requiem. If you dont know what T1 is it would be smart to look it up and educate yourself instead of us having to do it for you. Anyways i'm done with this discussion it is now in the past If you wish to post to my character kendra do it RIGHT. __ 277-ooc: hoorah Raethgir mar 1, 2004 1534
Hey guys I just wanted to say I got my network back up! w007! __ 278-Re: Who is he? Seafoam mar 2, 2004 0229
~nods softly to the man...~ "Feel free to find her, I for one Willna stand in the way... As Lexi is one who is held dear to me." turns back and walks from the stairs, going back into the library with the fireplace, sitting down upon one of the chairs, curling her lithe legs underneath her... her gaze turns to the fire as she sits there watching the flames lick the log in the fireplace... letting her thoughts run wild. as her thoughts turn darker, she wraps her quilt around her shoulders even more, warding off the chill. her eyes close invoulentarily, as she drifts off into her thoughts.~
oO(forgive me if my posts seem idiodic... i didnt have much time to learn t1 before everyone quit rp. so forgive me if i dont post "Properly" because at this point i can only get 3-4 lines max out in a chat situation) __ 279-T1 ooc Alexa mar 2, 2004 1033
It's all right... T1 just means you say you are about to attack someone and how... not that you actually strike... nothing more and nothing fancy about it hun. T1 attack: "lunges forward at you, the dagger poised to strike your heart" <this gives the other person a chance to react> Auto attack: "lunges at you burying the dagger in your heart feeling the blood flow over my hand" <this gives NO opportunity for the attackee to respond.> That's all T1 is... giving affect a chance when cause happens. You are posting fine... <hugs you tightly> Alexa Caught in the Abyss __ 280-Apologies for the OOC Daishar mar 2, 2004 2000
But I'm going to throw my two cents in and then you can all stfu and take chill pills.
FIRST : KENDRA. You auto'd. No biggie. Don't do it again. Easy mistake to make.
SECOND : SAGACIOUS. When correcting or 'teaching' someone as you put it, you don't need to come off sounding like a snot-nosed pretentious ass. I'm sure you know what I mean don't you old boy? Good. Let's not mention this again.
THIRD : EVERYONE. Face it, none of you will ever be as good looking, as wonderful a roleplayer, or as magnificent a specimen for the next step in human evolution as I am. So don't try. Enjoy your pathetic miserable existances in whatever form it is you've been given [or eatenyourself into in some cases] and rejoice in the fact that in a perfect world, I would be your god.
Case Closed. We're adjourned.
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