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| Kryeth | Sun Oct 3, 2004 1:55 am Post #1 |
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The night air was thickening quickly, the fog outside distorting the edges of the city. Clouds blackened the sky greatly, showering the world in onyx shadows. The moon was new, giving no light to the world below.. Just darkness. A figure moved in the city, silently creeping towards the Blood seal Tavern, the longing for blood pulsing through his body. A soft smile was perched upon his shadowed face as his fingers fond the door. With so much of a creak he opened it, moving his slender frame into the quiet Tavern. With his one good eye he scanned the place, looking for a good victim. Slowly he focused his gaze on a lonely frail girl in the corner.. That’s the one.. She may be frail.. But she’s young.. And young blood is always best.. He grinned greedily and licked his parched lips, moving quietly to the table, keeping his pale limbs hidden beneath swaths of black. Slowly he slid in beside the girl, he face turning to hers, breathing warmly over her neck slowly… his hand caressing her leg. At first the girl looked alarmed, and chilled by his icy touch.. But after a minute or two she relaxed, looking into his eyes. Do not fear.. I only thought you looked lonely.. He whispered seductively, his mouth moving to her neck, kissing along it slowly, feeling her body start to long for his. He grinned and rested his hand against her leg slowly, feeling the warm flesh beneath it. Life.. The pure thought of the blood in her running through him for a second made him grin widely, his hand suddenly gripping her tightly, not even noticing her wince. Kryeth dug his fingers into her shoulder and pressed her up against the back of the booth, whispering a few soft words into her ear. Say your prayers… Before she could react he bit, sinking his sharp canines deep into her tender flesh. Ah! It was bliss as he felt her warm blood seep into his mouth.. And then he sucked on it hard, drinking up all her sweet crimson potion. His body began to tingle, and no longer minded her dying screams. After a few more sips he felt his heart beat, and a great pleasure, like nothing else feed his body.. Something so sweet it could never be described. Without mercy he drunk up all her blood slowly, shoving her body away when he was finished. Making sure it was under the table he sat back, his chest heaving heavy breaths, a smile plastered onto his pale lips. Slowly he stood, licking off a few drops of blood from his chin, moving to the other side of the Tavern and sitting down.. Moving his face back into the shadows, his heart slowly stopping the brief life spurt it had. He sighed as it stopped again. The feeling of the warm tavern disappeared slowly, making him sit back sullenly. He watched idly as a few bards strummed of key tunes, obviously, not good enough to play in the more “active” taverns around Imythess. Kryeth shrugged and watching as a dancer seemed to flirt her stuff over at him.. Ahh.. So naïve.. He grinned wide at her, flashing the two blood stained canines. One could of sworn, her face went as pale as a sheet for that moment as she ran off, not caring about the dance she had disturbed. Chuckling lightly he rested his head back against the wall, closing his one good eye, relying on his senses as he rested it. ((A Whee Bit short =P)) |
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| Ranewen | Sun Oct 3, 2004 2:20 am Post #2 |
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Ranewen slowly walked a long the darkened streets of Talas a lone, her familiars all locked up in the stables. She wondered if that was a good or a bad thing. She felt so lonely at the moment. But she cast Ebon Eyes and she saw perfectly as if it were the daytime. She turned down a side street that branched off one of the main roads in Talas. Red eyes peered around as they looked from side to side, looked at each of the buildings until she stopped in front of a door; a sign above it read ‘The Bloodseal Tavern’ in fancy, red writing. She smiled and pushed the door open and walked in. A few people who remembered what she had done shied away from her toward the corner. She smiled contentedly and winked in their direction as she walked by. On a table sat a few golden coins as two lovers were talking to each other, backs turned toward the gold. She quickly snatched it and slid it into her pocket and continued walking. Once near a far wall she looked around for an empty table. She frowned when she found that all were taken. Damn… A little too late again, I guess… she guessed silently and made her way toward the only empty table. But she saw something underneath it and just stepped away. She didn’t care who or what it was, but she wanted no part of it. She looked to her right and saw in blood what she had written for her and Renate. She smiled and looked around as a few people stared at her. She raised an eyebrow and they went back among their business. She cast a glance over toward the dancers on the stage and she shook her head and turned her back toward them. There was only one table with at least one chair left and a man sat at it with one eye closed. The other one seemed to gaze into nothingness as if it could see nothing but a black abyss, which was true, although she knew not. She tapped her knuckles on the table, as she stood slightly bent over the back of the chair she wished to sit in as she waited for the man to react. A few people snickered, knowing that he was a vampire, which Ranewen couldn’t tell at the time. She bit her lip and accidentally drew some of her own blood without even knowing it. She didn’t want to say anything yet, but maybe he was just waiting for her to say something. She frowned for a moment as she thought of what to do, and Renor – her shadow dragon – gave her his advice. So, she decided to trust him for once (which wasn’t very often) and decided to raise her voice and speak to him. “Excuse me…” Her first two words were slightly high since she hadn’t spoken in a while. “May I sit here? It seems that there are no other seats available in the tavern…” she mumbled half-heartedly. She’d repeat it if he needed her to, but she wanted him to at least stir and acknowledge that she was there. She hated being ignored. She actually got into a fight once, and it had been here, too. Some ignorant fool decided to ignore her presence and turn his back to her. He even talked about her mother. She hated her mother and her family. She was enslaved as a child, and died many y ears ago thanks to them, in a fire. They had for gotten her and left her to burn to death and turn into ashes with the rest of their large house. She had come back as a fallen angel, and then died once again and was brought back to life as a crow. This crew world still had its hands upon her and forced her to live with horrid images of both of her deaths haunting her every footsteps. |
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| Kryeth | Sun Oct 3, 2004 2:51 am Post #3 |
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Female.. Kryeth thought as she felt the presence knock on the table slowly, her body moving uneasily as if she were unsure about something.. And by her next words, he knew she was. A small smile crept onto his lips and he turned his head to her, leaving his good eye closed still. He seemed to stare at her for awhile, his dead eye moving around from muscle spasms which still occurred now and then. Sighing inwardly he nodded softly, his voice speaking just loud enough for her to hear, his words coming out somewhat seductively.. Although he didn’t intend it. Sit.. He turned back to space, his pale white hand rubbing his temple slowly, messaging the skin which hung to his dead body. Running a finger across the rough wooden table, his mind wondered what a woman was doing here.. And he hoped it was not another pretty face wanting to fall in love with him and be carried off in the distance on his shinning white horse. When in fact, he more so take her away on his make believe skeleton horse and drain her blood, and then use her body to feed his imaginary shadow hounds. He smirked at the idea and felt the wind of a passing waitress brush his face. Kryeth held up his hand and beckoned the waitress over slowly, his thin lips curving up into a smile as she came over for his order. Red wine.. And same for the misses here… He said softly, his voice somewhat resembling fingers on a blackboard crossed with a single violin playing a sweet note into the night air. He felt her walk off and he sat back, turning his unseeing face towards the woman once more, slowly opening hid good eye and gazing down upon her, his pupil bursting from a light green to a fiery red, and then settling back into a crimson pool. Kryeth’s gaze seemed to search her.. Taking in her pallid skin, and her pitch black hair, a grin fluttering onto his face as she stared, licking his lips without even noticing it. A fine specimen indeed.. And yet.. Her body doesn’t give off much of a life line.. Thinking this he lifted a finger and ran it across her hand slowly, caressing her skin with his icy touch. A nights beauty.. Fare as the sky.. Twinkles in essence Of summer lit eyes… The raven sings Its lonely tone A call to its lover.. Keeper of the throne Kryeth smiled slowly, his last word seeming to brush over her light skin like a dress of silk brushing against the skin. He hardly noticed as the waitress returned setting down the two wines, peering curiously at the two of them. He slowly pulled his finger through her fingers, running it against her smooth skin. Grinning, he flashed two canines, his other hand searching for his goblet of wine, his eye unable to find it. His hand bumped into the glass and he clutched it tightly, moving it slowly in front of her face, his good eye peering around the edge at her. Like a sword. He let go of her hand and slipped it back to his side. Shall we toast? He said softly, adding a soft hiss to the last of his words. Kryeth grinned slowly staring at her fully, his undead body focused on her like stone. ((The poem sucks The Post sucks, but who cares XD)) |
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| Ranewen | Sun Oct 3, 2004 3:17 am Post #4 |
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Ranewen watched him for a while and her gaze went down to her hand where he had touched moments ago. She sat down like he told her to. Her back leaned against the chair now and she looked at him as he asked her a question. She just shrugged her shoulders. “Why not?” she asked rhetorically and grabbed her glass. Her eyes traveled to its inside and noticed that its contents was not the red wine. She smirked to herself and then looked back up at him and got ready for t he toast. Then, her mind played the flashback of when she flashed two canines. Nothing worried her, though. He wouldn’t be able to get much out of her, seeing as she was sort of like he was. She just didn’t have the two fangs he did. She had her weapons to rely on, which she had left behind all but her Blade of Chaos, which hung at her side in its sheath, which lay against the floor lazily. Ranewen glanced down at it for a moment just to make sure no one decided to try and take it from her. She blinked a few times to stop her eyes from glazing over as she thought. Her red eyes looked back up at Kryeth. She could only wonder what he meant by his poem. Why had he recited it to her? Was she different than anyone he’d met before? She didn’t know. But she was sure she would soon enough. She watched his eye turn colors for a moment before pondering on what the toast would be about. She decided it’d be best to ask now, then later and be it too late in case this was some sort of trick. If it were, it would have been too late to turn back if she decided to question him afterwards. Better safe than sorry, right? she asked herself and silently nodded her head, agreeing with herself. “Might I ask, what is this toast for?” she asked in almost in inaudible voice in case any eavesdroppers were deciding on listening on the words spoken between them. She felt some sort of chill go down her spine and her gaze shifted to her left to see if anyone was watching her. For some reason, she was a bit jumpy. Her eyes looked suspiciously to the right before gazing slowly back at the man across from her. He seemed like such a young man, yet she knew he must be older than what she assumed him to be by appearance. He was, after all, a vampire, and Vampires aged five times slower than humans. For all she knew, he could be well over fifty and not even look close to it. She was 204, yet she looked as if she were in her late teens, early twenties. Her red eyes focuses on him, looking at his dead one as the muscles twitched. She wondered what in the world had caused that to happen; yet she dared not ask. She was sitting bait for the Vampire across from her, and there was obviously no reason to anger him. Another shiver went down her spine and as she stare d blankly at his face, her eyes glazed over, causing them to be a duller red. She had a flashback of flames, and what she was seeing was appearing in her eyes, being the Saidin of Flames as she was. Not only when she had thoughts of fire, but when she was angry people could see flames dancing in her eyes. That’s why people usually stayed away from her if her eyes began to move around. It was no illusion – it was really happening. She drew in a breath as she blinked her eyes and shook her head to rid her of the haunting thoughts of her past. Her eyes became their normal color once more and she looked back at him, hoping he was going to answer her instead of leaving her hanging and having to accept the toast, which of course, she would no matter what. She would just like to know what she was giving a toast for. Her eyes glanced over at a barmaid, who was staring at them for a moment. When she saw Ranewen’s eyes, she looked away and went back to chatting. She shook her head and mumbled some cusses at her actions and looked back over at Kryeth. |
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| Kryeth | Sun Oct 3, 2004 3:48 am Post #5 |
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A toast.. His words were more mouthed than said, her question lingering softly in his mind. Let us toast to the night.. May the shadows always bring comfort when trouble lurks. Lifting the glass up to meet her own. The watery red liquid swirled around in the cup, resembling more of a dyed water than a rich, sweet red wine, which was what Kryeth really wanted at that moment. Not this water they had. Shrugged that aside he stared into her eyes, their glasses hitting together with a small clink. Hesitating for a moment, Kryeth brought the rim of the dull glass to his lips, drinking down the wine, which no matter what it was, was tasteless to him. As was all food he devoured. When he had been turned, his taste had gone away, and only came back with the fresh blood of new prey. Shivering slightly he set his glass back, exhaling into the cooling Tavern air. Kryeth leaned foreword slowly, his hand moving to rest on her knee beneath the worn table. Smiling softly, he moved in a bit closer, her thumb rubbing the smooth skin of her leg slowly. I don’t believe I introduced myself.. His eyes flashed to a bright crimson for a moment, almost enough to blind a person if they looked straight at him then. [/B] Its Kryeth..[/B] He whispered it softly, a seductive grin playing on his lips now.. Warmth.. He stroked her knee more, feeling blood in her veins.. two feedings in one night.. This aught to be fun.. Now.. All I need is a small bite…. Just the thought of feeling the immense pleasure once more made him grin almost madly, his body softly shaking with excitement. Yes.. Tonight, he would get her blood.. One way or another.. Moving back into reality a thought crossed his mind.. There was always the possibility he could turn her into one of his own.. He was in fact, mighty nice to eye, and.. He sensed a certain.. Glow about her that reminded him of himself almost. His eye faded into a dark black as his other as a memory clutched him.. He remembered sitting in a Tavern one night, alone as always, his fresh body alive with 23 years of life. He was simply pondering stuff in a shadowed booth when a man had approached him, and basically dragged him off to a deserted alley in his town. The man never said he name.. Just that he was going to turn him into a vampire. Kryeth had panicked at the idea, but he had little choice.. The man by then had held him down, biting fiercely into his neck, drawing up most, but not all, of his blood.. Leaving the rest in him. The next few days, he was nothing but a limp doll.. As it is when Vampires are turned. But by the 4th dusk.. He awoke.. His body hungry. But no longer did he crave food. No. He wanted Blood.. And he had got it.. And had been continuing to get it for many many years.. Sighing softly Kryeth’s eye moving back into a dull red, his mind still thinking about his age slowly. I forgot my own age.. It must be somewhere around the 100’s though.. He thought, remembering when he had lived 30 years in the same town.. The only trouble was, people got suspicious. He never got older, and in fact, sometimes he looked like he might of even been getting younger.. But a myth was all that was. He sat back slowly knowing before to long he would have to move again, to safe people from learning of his ways of life.. He turned back to the woman slowly, her hand riding up her leg so it retested on her upper thigh, his thumb caressing the smooth skin slowly, his touch like ice. His smile widened and he leaned in close to her, across the dying table, his face hovering near hers slowly, feeling her breath on his face. Now miss.. If you will tell me your name.. A curve of his lips erupted into a smile, but not one of kindness. No, this was one of deceit. |
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| Ranewen | Sun Oct 3, 2004 2:36 pm Post #6 |
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Ranewen listened to his name and nodded her head to show that she was listening. She shivered for a moment at his touch, but did nothing to push his hand away. Instead, she took a sip of her own wind, which tasted nothing like wine in fact. It was more of water with something in it to make it look red. She forced it down her throat and cast a glare in t heir barmaid’s direction, who was back to staring at them again. Using telekinesis, she moved her hand and the barmaid’s head turned in a different direction. Somewhere in the back of her own mind, Ranewen kept the spell so that the barmaid could not look their way unless she was needed. Satisfied, she looked back. This time, Kryeth’s was closer to hers and his hand had slid up to her upper thigh. She felt the coldness of his hand, a shiver going down her spine as if she were wearing a dress made of ice or snow. Her eyes glazed over for a moment as she stared into his, still oblivious to the fact that he could only study her from one of them. She licked her parched lips, which caused her cut to open up again and blood trickled down to her chin. She didn’t bother to lick it up or anything. Instead, she rose her voice to answer his question, which he had only just asked. “May name is Ranewen. You can call me Rae if you wish to. And it’s…. Nice to meet you, Kryeth.” She looked at his smile of deceit and could only wonder what he was thinking about. She felt another shiver go down her spine and a layer of Goosebumps formed on her skin from his icy touch. She did nothing still, and made no intention of taking his hand off of her leg. Her eyes just stared at him as she thought, still wondering why she was smiling in such a way. What is he thinking about? she asked herself, but found no answer. She lifted up her glass to her lips and forced the rest of the liquid down her throat and swallowed it, trying her best to look satisfied enough by its taste. Flames still danced in her eyes as her mind danced back to her past when she was enslaved. She remembered ushering around the large house, fetching food and cleaning the wooden floors; catching mice inside the house, and cooking for the family’s dinner. Then her mind drifted to the last day of her normal life. She shuddered, remembering the heat of the flames as they came closer to her room. The window was barred and there was no way out. She screamed and screamed for help, but the thunder overpowered her pleas. Slowly, the flames crept down the basement stairs and reached her. And then she had passed out from the flames’ heat, and that was all she could remember. Slowly, her eyes went back to normal and she blinked a few times and shook her head free of her past and looked back at the man The blood on her chin was still fresh, and some of the blood was still on her lip. She leaned in slightly, resting her arm on the table as she still gazed in to his red eye. She flinched when his eye turned a bright crimson color and then her eyes went back to studying him. She wished to know when he became a vampire, and if he intended on doing anything to her. She’d let him, of course, because she had always wanted to be a creature of the night, and this was a chance for her to become one. She didn’t tell him this, though, in fear that he would do it right then and there, and there wasn’t a need for that to happen. She’d rather it be in a room in the Inn, where no one would hear or see the two. She wanted to ask him what he was thinking of doing, but she kept her mouth shut in a firm line, in fear of angering him enough to just kill her. And she still had a will to live left within her, yet she wanted to leave this world forever. Then again, being in it for eternity would be fun – to see the generations build and watch as people died before her eyes, their blood in her. But that was all a fairytale in her mind. Or so she thought. |
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| Kryeth | Sun Oct 3, 2004 3:02 pm Post #7 |
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Kryeth’s mind wrapped around the name slowly.. Ranewen.. Beautiful it was indeed He thought slowly, his eyes widening as he saw the blood, his body longing to go over and suck her dry.. He shiver slowly and grinned at Rae, his body moving his chair so he sat next to her, his hand once more traveling along her paled leg. A smile perched upon his lips as he glanced at her barren wine, his own still filled. Ahh.. Wine is such a lonely excuse for blood.. His eyes seemed to stare at the blood on her face, trickling down slowly. Kryeth couldn’t help himself anymore.. His leaned down and moved his tongue over her lips and chin, licking up the crimson juice. A quick bust of heat came from his fingers, his body, for a second, feeling almost human. The sensation died as quick as it came, his body moved closed to Rae’s own, his breath felt on her face, like a cooling wind of winter. Sorry for my rudeness.. But your blood is a rare type.. And very sweet.. he said softly to her, his eyes searching hers hungrily for a moment. Dragging his fingers up her leg he smiled slowly and placed a soft kiss on her neck. Gripping her leg lightly he smiled getting up for a moment. Kryeth moved silently to the Inn counter, snapping his fingers to the lonely bar maid who sat rubbing down a glass. She came over hesitantly, and nodded as he spoke, his words making her hair seem to stand on end. a key.. For the Inn above.. She hurried off and he leaned against the worn table top, glancing back at the woman he had just met. Rae.. Any other woman he would of bit and thrown away by now.. But.. She was different. It felt as though she almost wanted him to bite her, to turn her into a kin. He grinned to himself, knowing he would give this one a option.. Not because he was nice no, but because he was feeling something which he hadn’t for many years.. Lust. The maid returned and handed him a small black key, explaining in a trembling voice it was to room 4, their best one in the house. Shoving a few gold pieces to her he walked back to his table, sitting down once more next to his comrade. A key to a room.. Kryeth whispered into her ear, dangling the small key in her face as though it was the rarest time in the world. I sense your longing.. He continued, his hands lazily running up and down her legs, moving up farther with each loop. Grinning slowly he spoke once more, his voice like a cobras in her ear.. Soft and enticing. Come with me tonight.. And I’ll grant you your wish.. Placing his lips to her neck, her gave her a tiny nip, but not one strong enough to break the skin.. Just one she could feel, and get his message from. Kryeth looked at her with his good eye, knowing that if she accepted, which he was sure she would… it wouldn’t be easy. He himself had never turned anyone before, although he knew he was able to. All vampires could- it was just a sixth sense they gained when they were turned. Shivering slightly her rested his hand closer, sliding it under her dress, his fingers like the grip of death. A seductive smile was on his lips.. For he knew, while he would turn her.. He would always have a sort of.. How would you put it.. Leash around her thoughts. If he were to ask her to do something, it would not be as easy for her to say “no” as it was now.. No, he would basically own her. The thought lit up Kry’s face and he moved his mouth to her ear, his last words sprinkled into her ear. So.. Will you come..? He asked, their gazes meeting.. He held his hand to her and grinned, clutching the key in his other. ((Wow.. Like 700 words! Hehe, Kryeth’s so bad :P)) |
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| Ranewen | Mon Oct 4, 2004 10:34 am Post #8 |
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((Excuse my God-Moding in this post. Lol. Just trying to move the RP a long faster.)) Ranewen watched him as he walked to the counter and waited patiently. She knew he lusted her; it wasn’t the first time someone had. But it was the first time she lusted someone else back. She licked her lips once again, where his tongue had recently been. When she traveled away from that thought, he was back and a key dangled in front of her. Her eyes followed its swaying motion and she read ‘Room Number 4’ on its surface and she nodded. “Room number Four, eh?” she stated the obvious and she felt his hand travel up her dress, his hand icy. She shivered once again at his touch and she listened to what he offered: her wish to come true if she went with him for the night. She flinched at nip. It didn’t hurt her, but it slightly startled her. She then nodded her head when he asked if she would come and he grabbed his hand and rose to her feet. “I will…” she said softly and let him rise to his feet. She slowly led the way amongst the people, a few almost longing to tell her that she was going to die before the night’s end. She just shook her head no and kept on walking, trying to hold her laughter in. Dumb idiots… I’m smarter than I appear, I guess, and when they see me tomorrow, they’ll know that I’m not just an ordinary person… she thought and walked up the stairs to the Inn above. She led them to Room Number Four and used telekinesis to open the lock from the inside so he didn’t have to snatch the key from his palm and, perhaps, change his mind on letting her live. She knew that there was no way out of this, and that her life would be changed forever. But this as what she wanted wasn’t it? Then again, he’d have slight control over her mind and actions, though it wouldn’t be too bad. She was quite fond of him, and she’d known him for no more than thirty minutes. And already she lusted him. That’s sad… she thought to herself and shook her head free of thoughts. She twisted the doorknob and walked inside the room and looked around. It was quite nice compared to he tavern downstairs. The bed’s sheets were made of probably some sort of silky material, red, black and gold in colour. Around it hung a curtain of some sort, made of a see-through red. There was a dresser as well, just in case the people that rented it decided to stay for a while. There was also a mirror that was just about as tall as she was – around five and a half feet. She drew in a breath and puffed out her chest before walking over to the bed, letting go of her hands. Her red eyes looked over at him and she smiled evilly. “You promise not to kill me, aye?” she asked and winked, obviously kidding around. My last moments as a human… They better be good… she thought and hoped that he would save the Turning for last. But if he had decided on doing it first, then so be it. She didn’t care. She could tell everyone that the last person she saw as a human was a man with a black eye. They’d obviously be confused. Her heart thumped against her chest, and her breaths began o have some sort of longing for him as she leaned back on an elbow, her back leaning against one of the many pillows on its surface. She looked at Kryeth with a slightly tilted head as if to say ‘come on, I’m waiting’ or something of the sort. She stared up into his eyes with a look of lust as she drew in another deep breath through her knows. She almost thought that Kryeth would be able to hear the pounding of it, since she could hear it as if it were right next to her ears. If he were any normal man, he’d definitely be dead by this time. She’d been dragged to a room before. And she also had dragged someone to a room. Actually, she just led the way. And tat was with Kryeth. She stared up at his face once more, a longing still in her eyes as she watched him, waiting for him to pull the next move. “I am yours…” she seemed to whisper. She didn’t think he’d be able to hear it, but maybe h had. She had hoped that he had. |
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| Kryeth | Mon Oct 4, 2004 11:27 am Post #9 |
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Kryeth stood in the doorway to the room, turning only for a second to lock the door. A small grin danced upon his lips as he watched her move. Yes.. Tonight will be something I wont forget.. Slipping the small key into his pants pocket, he walked silently over to where she lay. Wishing for that moment.. He was human. Wishing that he could feel the lust more vividly than this light feeling it was to him… he shrugged and turned his gaze back to Rae, knowing that before this night was one, she would be his kin. Unbuttoning his coat, he set it on a nearby table, walking over to the edge of the bed, his eyes meeting with hers for a moment.. Their gazes both lust filled. His lips curved up into a gentle smile and he kicked off his shoes, lying down beside her, his frame a bit bigger than her own. As he moved closer, he saw the words she whispered.. Ah.. She is human and yet.. He ran a finger under her neck.. And felt a sort of power shinning off. And yet.. She is so much more.. Kryeth’s hand rested on her neck, feeling her flinch from his burning cold hand. Running it down her stopped it at her corset, nimble fingers unlacing the few strings which bound it.. His eye switched to a brighter red as it opened, taking in her beautiful forms for a moment. Dragging a couple of fingers over her skin, he whispered into her ear softly, feeling her body react to his moves. Ranewen.. It’s a beautiful name.. He smiled and started to gently pinch her chest, his toothy smile grinning back at her. Although I must say.. Your name does nothing to match your beauty… The dead eye twitched for a moment, and he rested his icy palm against her bare stomach, his ears hearing the soft thud of her heart… The blood… That sweet, sweet, blood.. He shook his head for a moment and leaned down, tracing his lips down across her neck to her chest, kissing them lightly, and then moving down, and placing a small kiss on her belly button. Kryeth’s lips were no warmer than his fingers. Fixated on her face, Kryeth slowly pulled off his shirt, his own chest trimmed, but deadly still. In a way, he envied her as she breathed.. How she could still taste food, or smell the fresh autumn days.. But then again, she was here to be made into one his own right? Another vampire.. And not just any one.. One he would of created, and slightly own. The thought brought a smile to his lips as he moved closer.. There it was again. This power.. A thought struck his mind.. A goddess? Surely not.. But then… this evil aura.. He decided to ask her herself.. It wasn’t like she could really leave anymore.. She was stuck here with him, until his own desires were met. Running a finger around her stomach, her moves back to her chest, and rubbed it a little, almost kneading them. He leaned in closer as he did this, moving his mouth near to her own.. Tell me miss. Rae.. Are you what I suspect? A goddess…or other high being? His one good eye looked into hers for a moment, awaiting her answer.. Although he was almost certain he was correct. Moving a little, he rested his masculine frame against her, almost feeling her heart beat against his dead body.. Ahh life.. The thought sent a shiver up his spine and he moved his lips to hers, kissing her almost very gently, but holding it for a bit.. When he finally broke it, he rolled back and drew her body up, so she rested on top of him.. Her chest against hers.. Feeling that ever present beating.. Echoing like a scream to death in his ears. ((I don’t know what the limit to “making out” is.. But I hope I didn’t go overboard ^.^)) |
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| Ranewen | Mon Oct 4, 2004 8:01 pm Post #10 |
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Ranewen just surrendered herself as he moved her around. She looked up at the ceiling blankly as if her own life was hanging by a string. But to not be able to hear the pounding of her heart and the blood flowing through her veins? She almost tried to protest and get away. But she was stuck. She had made her choice, and perhaps it was for the good of it. She swallowed as she then was moved and she was resting on him this time. She felt his cold chest and she almost wished she could somehow let him become warm once more. She felt almost pity for him, but she refused to say anything. She knew that he’d partially own her, but with her status in Imythess, she could easily outdo him in almost any way, although she still had the slight chance of being caught off guard and killed. Then, he had spoken to her. He had complimented on her name and her beauty. Finally, he asked her if she was more than a normal mortal being. She slowly nodded her head. “Yes…” she said silently and traced her fingers lightly down his chest and let her hand fall to the side. She listened to the shouts and laughter coming from a few rooms over, and from the tavern below. She failed to realize earlier that this tavern was open twenty-four hours a day, and every day of the week. She sighed lightly to herself and rested the side of her head against him and stared blankly at the wall as she watched a few memories of her childhood, and when she had returned many years ago as a fallen angel. The way her and Kore had become friends at the stables, when she and Lothlómendil made the fire in Talas and when she had fought Master Ace. All of those good times would be lost eventually. She wouldn’t be able to do everything that she wanted like that again for eternity, unless she found a cure to change herself back into a mortal. But she would accept what problem she created. It was as if surrendering her life; as if she walked up to someone, took her heart out of her chest, all of her veins and all of her blood and offered it to some stranger and said something like ‘Here, have my life. I don’t need it anymore.’ That thought brought a smirk to her face and she fought herself to keep back the laughter. “Can you feel the coldness in your skin? Or does it feel normal to you and different to others?” she asked as she watched the mirror on the wall, looking at herself in almost disgust. There she was: lying on top of a vampire in a room at the tavern that she disliked the most. She shook her head mentally and closed her eyes, before reopening them to gazed up into his bright red eye, and the twitching black one. She finally came to realize, that he could only see out of one eye. She almost wished that she could tie her arm for a bed post and her other to the opposite one so she couldn’t think of running away in fear of what lay ahead of her: a new life. But was it life? Or was it just death, yet her body refused to give up? She knew it was her duty to stay in this world to do something important. She drew in a deep breath and leaned on one of her elbows and looked down at him. She almost wanted to ask, ‘Can you go out during the day?’ But she realized that they could, since Vampires were much like normal people during the day, yet dangerous killers (in ways) at night. Almost like split personalities. Ranewen remembered those days and groaned slightly, remembering the demon that had possessed her mind and drove her crazy at some times when she was a lone. She thought of her animals back in the stables. What will they think? she asked herself and then shook her head rapidly, not caring too much. If they didn’t like it – especially Renor – they would have to leave her, or deal with it. She knew that Renor would be forced to live with it, since he never even thought of leaving Ranewen’s side. She looked into his eyes once more, waiting for her answer, and waiting for him to sink his fangs into her neck and suck the life right out of her, b efore giving her, her choice. |
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| Kryeth | Mon Oct 4, 2004 8:40 pm Post #11 |
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Kryeth’s body twitched at her question, a bit of rage forming in his dormant veins.. Shaking his head, a few black locks fell about him on the pillow, his one good eye closing slowly. I can feel the cold which enrapt my heart.. And I can feel the icy touch of my skin everyday.. I long for the simple pleasure I get with a victims blood.. And that’s why I hunt. He said, flickering open his good eye to stare into hers, almost seeming to pierce her soul with his stare. His icy finger ran along her body gently, staring down at the woman who he would soon turn.. A goddess.. Most likely of one of the darker ways.. And yet a woman.. Beautiful and scared.. From her body he could feel her nervousness. The doubt in which she debated weather she actually wanted to be a stalker of the night. Surpassing a smile, he rolled over, pinning her fragile female frame to the black silk. Glancing greedily at her still breathing chest.. Blood.. Sweet…sweet.. Blood.. Shivering for a moment he moved his body down, placing a gentle kiss upon her ruby lips.. The last kiss of her time as a (human?). Moving his tongue down, he trace along her skin to her neck, kissing the paled skin a few times, sucking on it lightly. Kryeth slowly whispered a few words to her.. Hoping she would know what it would be like in early vampirism. Milady.. You must know.. When I turn you.. You will fall asleep for a bit.. The time varies on your soul.. When you awake you must stay with me for awhile… Think of it as being reborn again.. You can’t just go out as a child and expect to know what to do.. He licked her ear slowly and smiled, a devilish smile. And now Ranewen.. be welcomed into the world of vampirism.. Moving his lips to her neck, he licked the skin lightly, feeling her body tense just a bit.. Smiling he exposed his fangs and bit down, sinking them in deeply, oblivious to all moves she would make from now on.. An a explosion of passion flew through his body as he sucked her sweet blood, feeling his skin want her bad then, in everyway.. He drank it up fiercely, his frozen hands suddenly changing to warm, almost human like touch.. His heart started to beat for a moment, filling his mind with a lustrous demeanor. Kryeth pressed her down tightly against the sheets, his hands and knees forcing down her limbs so she lay defenseless, with only him sucking away her blood. When he felt it start to slow he stopped.. Pulling back his face, pressing his hand against her neck to stop the flow. A little bit of blood was needed to change someone, that much he had known.. It was always needing to be replenished too, hence why they feeded on crimson fluid. Without it, they to, would starve and die. Being a vampire did not make you immortal, although many thought it did. Grinning he looked down upon the woman’s sleeping forum, his hand brushing lightly over her cheek. She’s so.. So.. He couldn’t describe it.. But he felt something different when he looked at her.. She’s… No matter what he tired his mind didn’t come up with the word.. Smiling almost sweetly her leaned down and kissed he spot where he had draw blood, pulling the silken cover over her. Sleep milady.. He drew back into the corner, his body sitting down in a chair shrouded by shadows.. Feeling the last of the excitement from her blood drain away. Leaving him cold once again. Forever cold. |
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| Ranewen | Mon Oct 4, 2004 9:12 pm Post #12 |
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The last thing Ranewen could remember was cringing as he bit her neck. Who wouldn’t want to yell at the pain as fangs were inserted into their weakest part of the body? She refused to scream and she just gave in, forcing herself to relax as she slowly became drowsy and fell asleep, the loss of blood finally taking its toll on her. She slept for a good long while, and many dreams haunted her still. She twitched every so often, her eyebrows moving. She had dreams of her childhood, but they weren’t all the same. It was slightly different. A girl ran across a field of daisies, in a pretty, white dress, shouting and having fun all by herself. Her parents stood on the porch and watched her, their clothes totally different: torn and disgusting. She looked back at them once before skipping in the fields and running around as the sun set, painting the skies with different hues. She still laughed and played way into the night after dinner. Her parents were elsewhere in the house and couldn’t care less about their daughter and what happened to her. The full moon lit her way through the field of daisies and she bumped into a random object in the field. Of course, thinking it was a scarecrow, she continued on and danced around when she bumped into the object once again. She stopped and looked up at it and her eyes widened. Red eyes looked down upon her and a hand was thrust through her chest. Seeing as it was a dream, it didn’t end there. His hand wrapped around her heart and pulled it out greedily, as if he was a child who was just getting a toy back that he lost for so many years. She looked up at him once again, eyes wide as her blood spilled out onto the grass. She fell backwards and the man caught her and lifted her up and began to carry her away. “Come with me in the shadows…” the girl was told. Ranewen finally was able to wake up before the ending of the dream. She didn’t sit up like some would have expected, she just stared at the ceiling above her. It was still dark, very early into the morning. Probably somewhere between night and dawn, leaning towards dawn ever so slowly with each and every passing minute. She didn’t feel the same. She felt… cold… and lifeless, as if she were in her own pool of souls. Her eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling for a while as movement to her left made her turn her face toward Kryeth. Then, she remembered. She placed a finger slowly to her neck and felt the two marks and she understood. She wasn’t a humanoid anymore. She was a follower of the night, yet a Goddess as well. She drew in a breath and let her hand slide back under the covers and ran a tongue over her teeth. She knew, now, that she wasn’t about to lead a normal life anymore. She sat up and let the covers fall back down as she looked at her corset, which still lay at the spot where Kryeth had put it when he removed it from her body. She blinked a few times and she touched her face. She no longer felt the warm face she was once so familiar with; she felt the same way Kryeth’s face had felt and she knew that she wasn’t dreaming. She almost asked ‘What happened?’ but she sure as hell knew what did happen. She just refused to believe it. She looked over in the mirror, and it said the same thing: you’re a vampire’. She let her gaze travel back to Kryeth, her face emotionless and her heart not pounding anymore. For once, she wished she could feel its beating in her chest. She wished to hear the pounding in her ear. But she made a decision, so she had to keep with it. Make the best of it… she told herself as she lay back down on the pillows and stared blankly at the ceiling as she blinked a few times, wondering what Kryeth intended on doing now. |
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| Kryeth | Tue Oct 5, 2004 12:54 am Post #13 |
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His eye lid fluttered open as she stirred watching the woman awaken from her sleep, which had been considerably shorter than his. Then again, when he had rested after his time, he had been bone weary. Moving up from his chair he strode to the edge of the bed, glancing into her paler skin, his hand lightly brushing along her stomach as she moved around to pick up her corset. She seems so.. Almost scared. Surprising for a Goddess like herself. He thought softly, his mind wondering if she could ever read his thoughts.. Smirking, Kryeth knew that if she had.. Well, she would of most likely hit him by now. Did my Ranewen sleep well? he chuckled, moving softly down beside her, running his chilling hand over her similar freezing body.. Kissing the two bite marks he grinned, almost restating the sweet blood he had taken from her veins eelier.. The fire it had enraged inside him. Although he hated to admit it.. Her blood aroused him in a different way.. Although he couldn’t exactly say how.. And even if he could, he would never admit to such a thing. Moving closer her sat her up more, his hands brushing down her skin and picking up her corset, and gently fitting the contraption around her slim figure. Tying the strings tightly he ran a cold finger against her face, and smiled like a sword, exposing his two like fangs. If your going to be a vampire Milady.. You have to feed.. Kryeth sat up, and looked down at her for a moment, almost seeing the longing of her eyes. The same longing he had felt.. The wanting to feel your heart just once more. A heart beat. That was all.. We all take it for granitite, and now, she was wishing for it back. And as much as he enjoyed being a walker of the night, he often longed to be human once more. Standing up from the bed he walked over to the window, squinting to see the sun rise in the distance. Damnit.. He whispered, doubting she heard his word. Turning back he slammed the shutters back, cursing the got of day softly. Kryeth stormed around the room, angrily knocking vases and such onto the velvet carpet, his eye a bright blinding red now. Fuming he kicked the bed, turning his rage onto the woman laying there. Staring down onto her forum he cursed softly, and then again loudly, this time aimed once more at the god of day. His words spit from his lips. Damn that God.. Were stuck in this tavern until the moon once more takes over.. Damn him! Damn the god of day to hell! He said, falling back onto the silky cushions, knowing automatically Ranewen might get upset. She was after all Goddess, which made her kin to him. Resting a hand over on hers he grinned ruefully. I suggest… we take the training to the tavern… feeling her skin long for hunger he smiled, his eyes betraying the trust his smile gave off. ((eww.. Very short >< sorry! Oh and FYI- I don’t hate you Sargoth :P)) |
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| Ranewen | Tue Oct 5, 2004 1:13 am Post #14 |
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Ranewen didn’t move when he came over to her. She looked as if she were dead, yet her chest moved with every breath she took. She moved only slightly when he was tying her corset and she drew in yet another breath and looked outside. The sun was rising, like he had mentioned. Ranewen watched him curse at the God and she only frowned. He was right: the God was of her kin, and he was one of her friends, too, but she said nothing. He was her master after all, but he would have no power over her in her own temple. Yet here she was, sitting on the bed, acting as if a dog to him. Her mind wandered away from herself a bit as she swayed on the bed and finally pushed the covers off of herself and stood up. “Will it be all right there?” was all she said, and even her voice sounded as if she were hypnotized in some way. Her blank stare at the wall turned back to him as she got up and looked at herself in the mirror. She thought she looked even better for a Goddess of Darkness – to be as pale as the moon that was their sun. She looked at the door and let herself walk silently over to it. She looked down at her dress and flattened it out so it wouldn’t look like she had slept in it. She yawned a bit and blinked a few times, not accustomed to being awake during the day all that often. She’d make her schedule change sooner or later. She looked at herself once again in the mirror and rubbed her shoulder and again felt that coldness in her body, which made her shiver. It was almost sickly, since she wasn’t used to it. She let her eyes wander over to Kryeth and she took a step toward him. |
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| Kryeth | Tue Oct 5, 2004 1:36 am Post #15 |
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Kryeth watched her unfeeling, almost as if the lust he had felt for her was drained away. Shaking his head he spit and reached out, grabbing her arm forcefully, knowing his tight hold must of hurt. He pulled her close to his frame, his voice husky and fierce, almost as if he had turned from the comrade, into the commander. Grinning half hatefully he pressed her lips against her hungrily and then as quick as he had drawn her to him, pushed her away. Reaching over he picked up his coat and slipped it on, buttoning up the buttons halfway, letting the rest hand open, baring his cold chest. Softening a little from his angered mode he ran a finger along her cheekbone, caressing her skin lightly. Ranewen.. He smiled and walked to the door, his hand sliding down from her arm to grasp her hand, their icy fingers interlacing. Moving close to her for a second his placed a gentle kiss upon her lips again. I did not mean to express my rage on you.. Kryeth spoke softly, not even sure if she hear him or not. Moving to the door he produced the small key and unlocked the door, leaning Rae downstairs to the waking tavern. A few early risers sat around the tavern, a few even still drunk from the night before. He crept down and moved into the booth they sat in last night, drawing her down next to him, her back to him. Smiling he rested his head on her shoulder and whispered in her ear. See that tavern? Now look around.. Yes, see that man in the corner? Look at his face, see the loneliness it holds? Seduce him, deal the cards and he will play.. And right as he goes, your turn will be a bite to the neck. And a body satisfied of its hunger. Running a finger along her cheek, he kissed her neck softly, his tongue messaging the parts when his fangs had pierced. Go my dear.. And fulfill your longing.. Grinning her kissed her neck once more and gave the Goddess a little push, nudging her off to her first victim. |
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