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Alright!! Posted. :)
Totally up to you. If you want to control the NPC warrior, feel free. If you want me to, I'm happy to. We can share NPCs throughout the story as well.
Killing him is smart - lifts your guy up to another level and don't worry about the funds. I think you forget to quickly who he belongs to...
Killing him is smart - lifts your guy up to another level and don't worry about the funds. I think you forget to quickly who he belongs to...
Elle caught her breath and tried to slow her racing mind as she knelt down and picked up the lovely satin gown, her fingers brushing along the silky fabric before stepping into it and worrying about it fitting for a fleeting moment in time. She walked to the full length mirror and stood before it, the old wives tale about vampires not having a reflection a complete lie as she could see herself perfectly, her hair long and completely complementary to the jade satin that slid across the soft confines of her body. She reached behind her and zipped up the dress, the fit perfect and her mind not concerned in the slightest about her lack of underclothing. It truly mattered not with all she'd been through that evening. Death had swallowed her up and a demon from hell and pulled her free, forever marking her as unworthy of the kingdom of heaven. Anger rushed across her persona at the thought of forever being far to long to hate someone and yet she figured she'd give it a good try if nothing else.
A soft knock at her door had her jumping slightly, her small feet taking her to see who it might be. An elderly man dressed in butler attire nodded at her and inquired as to whether Vincent was still in the room with her. She started to answer before a deep burning sensation stole her breath, choking her and making it hard to concentrate on anything more than the large vein beating in the man's rather dilapidated neck. She knew quickly what was to come of the moment and used the last bit of her humanity to press past him, running up the small stone stairs and busting out into a large room filled with what looked like humans. The very small of them caused her to hit her knees, her fingers grasping for the collar of her gown and pulling as if she were unable to breathe.
A small female ran toward her and Elle used the girl to pull herself up again and run past them all, various members of the group screaming after her to see that she was alright. She ignored their cries and after a few minutes of ornate halls and lovely hand-crafted painting of various members of a family, she felt the soft grass touch her feet and night swept her up in a small bit of comfort. She fell to her knees and sobbed softly, unsure of where to go or what might become of her. All she knew was that she needed to escape from the smell of human flesh and the desire to rip deeply into it and drink without reprieve.
Sophie moved back, their master on a good day was a fright and yet now in front of them and fully angry.. he was a terror for all to lay eyes on. She murmured her apology and sunk back into the crowd, an angry look received from her mate who stood his ground and continued to question Victor. Just because one had years on their side did not give them reason to put the coven in danger and where Aaron was valid in his questioning, Victor was not one to be questioned and they all knew it. The collective group moved back away from the spectacle, leaving Aaron alone and at Victors mercy.
Aaron stiffened as the master lifted him up, a soft growl choking in his throat as to not further disrespect the strong male in front of him. "I am only here to protect you and assist with whatever you need, Victor. My challenge was done with emotion and for that I do apologize. Please do release me and tell me what I can do to he.."
He was cut off my the elderly butler running down the stairs yelling the same thing over and over. "She has escaped, Master, she has escaped."
A soft knock at her door had her jumping slightly, her small feet taking her to see who it might be. An elderly man dressed in butler attire nodded at her and inquired as to whether Vincent was still in the room with her. She started to answer before a deep burning sensation stole her breath, choking her and making it hard to concentrate on anything more than the large vein beating in the man's rather dilapidated neck. She knew quickly what was to come of the moment and used the last bit of her humanity to press past him, running up the small stone stairs and busting out into a large room filled with what looked like humans. The very small of them caused her to hit her knees, her fingers grasping for the collar of her gown and pulling as if she were unable to breathe.
A small female ran toward her and Elle used the girl to pull herself up again and run past them all, various members of the group screaming after her to see that she was alright. She ignored their cries and after a few minutes of ornate halls and lovely hand-crafted painting of various members of a family, she felt the soft grass touch her feet and night swept her up in a small bit of comfort. She fell to her knees and sobbed softly, unsure of where to go or what might become of her. All she knew was that she needed to escape from the smell of human flesh and the desire to rip deeply into it and drink without reprieve.
Sophie moved back, their master on a good day was a fright and yet now in front of them and fully angry.. he was a terror for all to lay eyes on. She murmured her apology and sunk back into the crowd, an angry look received from her mate who stood his ground and continued to question Victor. Just because one had years on their side did not give them reason to put the coven in danger and where Aaron was valid in his questioning, Victor was not one to be questioned and they all knew it. The collective group moved back away from the spectacle, leaving Aaron alone and at Victors mercy.
Aaron stiffened as the master lifted him up, a soft growl choking in his throat as to not further disrespect the strong male in front of him. "I am only here to protect you and assist with whatever you need, Victor. My challenge was done with emotion and for that I do apologize. Please do release me and tell me what I can do to he.."
He was cut off my the elderly butler running down the stairs yelling the same thing over and over. "She has escaped, Master, she has escaped."
Laughs... I'm so sorry. I'm tired and misread your last comment. You did your homework... ahh yes, I have to as well sometimes. Seeing that I'm simply a loving female in the IC, no homework needed, though I might step up as an NPC gladiator and try to whoop our boys arse.
I'd love to take a class on all this jazz, but I'm past all that now.
I'd love to take a class on all this jazz, but I'm past all that now.
Interesting.
What homework do you have on Gladiators? History lesson?
What homework do you have on Gladiators? History lesson?
Deamonbane said
You obviously know Kate not...
I would say thank you because you know I don't loose... but I'm thinking you're saying I have no grace.
So... *hands on hips* which is it?
Nyxella character stepped up and expected a male to fight. Lumina will step up and whoop her ass good. Nyxella and I have discussed her ass whooping via PM. *smiles*
"Eva, is that you, dear?" Her father's voice lifted up through the soft confines of the house as she and Mr. Jefferson slipped in the back door, the smell of chocolate chip cookies lingering all around them from Eva's earlier baking festival. She moved through the kitchen, picking up the plate and offering her father's friend a treat. He smiled and took two, biting into one and groaning at the delicious chocolate as it swept across his senses.
"Yes, Father. Mr. Jefferson is here to see you as well." She went to the fridge to pour him a glass of milk, handing it to him as he stretched out his hand and smiled at the lovely young girl.
"You really should enter these in the county fair, Eva. They are by far the best cookies this side of the Mississippi, girl." He took a deep drink of the milk, his gaze kind and focused on Eva's lovely face. Her father walked around the corner and laughed at Jerry's love of sweets and the truth in his comments to his little girl.
He wrapped an arm around his daughter and kissed the top of her head, his eyes on Jerry. "She is much like her mother in her ability to bake like a vixen. I don't even believe its holy because it leads me to sin all the time."
Eva pulled away and pushed at his arm, a pretty smile on her lovely pink lips. "Daddy... what a horrible thing to say." She left the two men to their duties for the afternoon, a quick change into something more warm and a bit comfortable and she found herself snuggled into a thick blue blanket and sitting on the large window seal in her room, looking out over the backyard. Snow swept through the air and danced as if putting on a show just for her, the book on her lap one that she'd been trying to get into forever but just couldn't seem to stay intuned with it. Her father beckoned her to study more the character of who God was and yet she yearned for a love story filled with good and evil where love and forever prevailed with a blissful kiss at the end.
She left her theology book on the window and moved to kneel before her own bookshelf as she carefully pulled out a few appropriate books to find a love story tucked into the back of the shelf, a smile on her face. She put everything back in place as cleanliness was next to Godliness, moving back to her perching station and opening the book that she'd read so many times before. The hero in the story strong and handsome and the girl seemingly plain and incapable of winning the love of the prince. She took her time savoring every word, two simple words uttered to her father as the afternoon and pressed into night and the night into almost morning.
"Good night, my love. Please make sure you rest up for church tomorrow, yes?" He stopped at her door, his heart aching at the sight of her so perfect and yet still alone. It was truly his fault and yet he knew not how to correct the error of his ways in needing her beside him to keep his life sane.
She simply turned her head and smiled, "Night, Father..."
He laughed and let her be, knowing that whether she slept or not that she would be by his side the next morning to greet those that actually graced the steps of the church. Years before there wasn't a seat to be stolen, but things had changed drastically over the last few years and he found himself praying for most of the seats to be filled only to find the same small handful of people. Lately even those committed few were starting to stray.
He looked at himself in the mirror as he undressed, his prayer simple and yet apropos. "Father, save us as only you can. Guide and direct my steps and keep my child save from the darkness that lingers outside of our door. Amen."
"Yes, Father. Mr. Jefferson is here to see you as well." She went to the fridge to pour him a glass of milk, handing it to him as he stretched out his hand and smiled at the lovely young girl.
"You really should enter these in the county fair, Eva. They are by far the best cookies this side of the Mississippi, girl." He took a deep drink of the milk, his gaze kind and focused on Eva's lovely face. Her father walked around the corner and laughed at Jerry's love of sweets and the truth in his comments to his little girl.
He wrapped an arm around his daughter and kissed the top of her head, his eyes on Jerry. "She is much like her mother in her ability to bake like a vixen. I don't even believe its holy because it leads me to sin all the time."
Eva pulled away and pushed at his arm, a pretty smile on her lovely pink lips. "Daddy... what a horrible thing to say." She left the two men to their duties for the afternoon, a quick change into something more warm and a bit comfortable and she found herself snuggled into a thick blue blanket and sitting on the large window seal in her room, looking out over the backyard. Snow swept through the air and danced as if putting on a show just for her, the book on her lap one that she'd been trying to get into forever but just couldn't seem to stay intuned with it. Her father beckoned her to study more the character of who God was and yet she yearned for a love story filled with good and evil where love and forever prevailed with a blissful kiss at the end.
She left her theology book on the window and moved to kneel before her own bookshelf as she carefully pulled out a few appropriate books to find a love story tucked into the back of the shelf, a smile on her face. She put everything back in place as cleanliness was next to Godliness, moving back to her perching station and opening the book that she'd read so many times before. The hero in the story strong and handsome and the girl seemingly plain and incapable of winning the love of the prince. She took her time savoring every word, two simple words uttered to her father as the afternoon and pressed into night and the night into almost morning.
"Good night, my love. Please make sure you rest up for church tomorrow, yes?" He stopped at her door, his heart aching at the sight of her so perfect and yet still alone. It was truly his fault and yet he knew not how to correct the error of his ways in needing her beside him to keep his life sane.
She simply turned her head and smiled, "Night, Father..."
He laughed and let her be, knowing that whether she slept or not that she would be by his side the next morning to greet those that actually graced the steps of the church. Years before there wasn't a seat to be stolen, but things had changed drastically over the last few years and he found himself praying for most of the seats to be filled only to find the same small handful of people. Lately even those committed few were starting to stray.
He looked at himself in the mirror as he undressed, his prayer simple and yet apropos. "Father, save us as only you can. Guide and direct my steps and keep my child save from the darkness that lingers outside of our door. Amen."
Hawt... note to self. *laughs*
I'm hoping to post up tonight, but I have a good handful of stories I'm a bit behind on, so tomorrow if nothing else. :)
I'm hoping to post up tonight, but I have a good handful of stories I'm a bit behind on, so tomorrow if nothing else. :)
Arralina - Witch
Lina slipped from her own horse the minute her sister decided to move from her higher position, one of safety and assuredly a quick getaway. She wanted to reprimand the younger woman and yet she knew it would do her no good. Starting a fight with Vitra was never a good thing seeing that Lina in her own adoration for her sister never technically won. She stayed back only long enough to see if Vitra would need assistance, the woman's words of invitation all that Lina needed.
A few more wolves slipped from the shadows as Lina walked up beside her sister, the lovely crimson cloak falling to the ground in a bit of foreshadowing that left Lina cold and feeling rather volatile. Another male sage stepped up beside her, Marcus, and he looked at the two women, knowing that he was evenly matched with their strengths. She looked to him and smirked, "Shall we have fun or run. What say you brother?"
He laughed and the wolves inched closer. "I'm all for playing with pups."
Lina opened her hands before her and walked toward the pack with the look of a predator in her gaze, a soft incantation on her tongue to incite range and bring on a most eventful battle of sorts. The first large wolf ran toward her and she picked up her pace, jumping over him and leaving him for Marcus or her sister, the two brute sized beasts at the back of the pack hers... Fire lifted from her finger tips and the first animal was set a blaze by the smallest flick of her fingers, the other growling with angst and hatred. The howling of the dying beast beside him left her feeling in control and almost lingering in anticipation of the remaining fight.
Lina slipped from her own horse the minute her sister decided to move from her higher position, one of safety and assuredly a quick getaway. She wanted to reprimand the younger woman and yet she knew it would do her no good. Starting a fight with Vitra was never a good thing seeing that Lina in her own adoration for her sister never technically won. She stayed back only long enough to see if Vitra would need assistance, the woman's words of invitation all that Lina needed.
A few more wolves slipped from the shadows as Lina walked up beside her sister, the lovely crimson cloak falling to the ground in a bit of foreshadowing that left Lina cold and feeling rather volatile. Another male sage stepped up beside her, Marcus, and he looked at the two women, knowing that he was evenly matched with their strengths. She looked to him and smirked, "Shall we have fun or run. What say you brother?"
He laughed and the wolves inched closer. "I'm all for playing with pups."
Lina opened her hands before her and walked toward the pack with the look of a predator in her gaze, a soft incantation on her tongue to incite range and bring on a most eventful battle of sorts. The first large wolf ran toward her and she picked up her pace, jumping over him and leaving him for Marcus or her sister, the two brute sized beasts at the back of the pack hers... Fire lifted from her finger tips and the first animal was set a blaze by the smallest flick of her fingers, the other growling with angst and hatred. The howling of the dying beast beside him left her feeling in control and almost lingering in anticipation of the remaining fight.
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