Empty Frames and Broken Clocks [Open]

[eizer]

[/color] He heard his own voice echoing around him. "The door is unlocked and you may enter my Friend." And he waited for either a response or for the door to open itself.[/ul]

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the only noise that was heard through out the forest was the crunching of leaves underneath a pair of esquisite black shoes, followed by the long green coat that was almost like a trademark to the tall mass that was accompaning this. elegant fingers were staying at the side of the male, escorting him places where he couldn't see anything, but with the vision of a vampire, he could almost see through anything in the night time, except the day time, of course, because he could've been melted on the spot! the long, golden hair of the noble vampire had a ponytail at the end, trailing all the way down to the back-line of his knees, with the coat coming to a close finish to that length. underneath all of that clothing fit for a king, there was a white t-shirt with something in the front that ressembled one of those people from the england era, most likely the united stated of america, of course.

blinking a few times, letting his round, glassy green orbs adjust to the moon light, he was slammed head on with the cool breeze that was always accumulated through the captail land of Sulfrahn. Here he was, the youngest grand count of the vampires in history, drifting through the lush green forests like he was having a party at someone's house. He loved the night time -- the only time of day where he gets to wander around the land with so much freedom, becaue the daylight is so constricting onto the poor vampires! Why was it them, the denziens of the night, the people that have to live in eternal darkness, never seeing one speck of light whatsoever? Sighing at that thought, the blonde male shook his head in a slow, dainty expression, slowing down to a normal walk as the wind on his green coat died down, having a clue on why he was here, so to speak.

Darius Eizer; a noble vampire that was a few hundred years older than him, lived in these forests, despite it being so dangerous, he knows that the elder can handle things on his own, as well as he, Nathan Trasoras, the 3,005 year old vampire, can handle too. It was like vampires were trained at a very young age in how to defend themselves and quench their thirst when ever they are placed in a rather belligerent situation. With the young vampire's curiousity clouding him like a little child, he decided to visit the elder vampire; he was always lonely up there, after all, while he himself was over crowded with Ghouls, Lesser Vampires, and even more Noble Vampires. It was like they both were looking for a smaller group of company; just a visitor number of one to five, -- even less. It wasn't a good health on anyone to be over crowded like that, and it was something that he didn't want to deal with; yet.

Finally arriving at the front of the person's manor, he slowly lifted up his left, white gloved hand, knocking slowly on the door, and as quickly as his ears could hear a fly taking a crap a mile away, he heard someone storm down to the first floor, informing him that the door was unlocked, and he just simply opened it, followed by a greeting and a statement. Darius Eizer! What a wonderful surprise! I knew you lived here, all by yourself. I just needed a rest from the over crowding of the Ghouls and Lesser Vampries, so I've decided to see what you are up too.

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[amelia]

Within this forest, where danger and the cold seem to go hand in hand, the air was soundless just for a moment as a small mass struggled to keep up with the long strides of her master. So sweet the air, to be so soundless is a mystery, as the night was so blistery cold. Silence is and always will be, like a pure soul frolicking with glee. Silence is the endless sound, what keeps no words abound. Silence is the wisdom of God or no God, like the silence of a heedful nod. No sound, not even a peep. The air holds a cold chill, the hairs on the young maiden’s body raised; small bumps covered her normal blemished free skin. Arms wrapped tight in a form of a self hug to shield herself from the pungent air. A short and constant stream of a gentle breeze caused the sweet ghoul to wrap herself even more within the lush velvet cap, lined with satin pale blue. Crunch. The crunching of the leaves underneath her master’s pair of black shoes had broken this sound of silence.

The ghoul’s head snapped up to her master seeing the great distance between them growing near, quickening her pace. With a sigh her eyes begin to focus on the real world that she have walked into, a tingle of electricity courses through her body when she saw a dark figure fly through the trees just up ahead. She shuddered violent and lengthen her stride taking two steps to match his one, god she hated to be short. Danger cast aside, she move forward intrigued by what she saw in the distance. A Manor? What sane vampire would live out here with the harpies, such ugly winged bird-women? Harpies that word leaned on the mind, which brought up images to preoccupy the ghoul again. Another casting shadow made her flinch as she rushed to her master side. She hated that she was so weak, even with a greater magic ability she was still weak, helpless, relying on her master. Moving branches and tree limbs aside, she continue to walk and casting aside one last branch, finding herself on the edge of a clearing the manor in clear view - trees all around, blocking out most of the moonlight; the sky a puffy grey and white.

A sigh of relief as she caught her breath standing next to her master finally arriving at the front door; her arms folded in front of her and fingers lace neatly. Her head stayed tiled listening slightly to the echoing knock. He must be such a lonely vampire this one must be. She heard someone telling them the door was open, she chuckled inwardly to herself. Never locking his door, why doesn’t he just invite danger to come in? Sauntering in with her master at the same time, pushing the long cape away showing her bare shoulders finally laying the hood back smoothly against the cape revealing her fine-looking dress. The bold, black tube design featured sultry cutout sides and sleeve cutouts for a skin revealing touch, attached long sleeves that sit off the shoulder.

She glances up with a small smile barely visible; Darius Eizer another noble vampire she guessed, no lesser vampire would leave in such a place. She kept quiet through her master greeting not knowing with to say to the older noble vampire frowning a bit at his statement. Tch, you needed a rest from us Ghouls and those Lesser Vampires, then why bring along me. Of course she wouldn’t speak it out load to her master, loyal as even then some ghouls.

[eizer]

[/color] his voice was soft and gentle as if it bent itself the eerie silence of the Manor. "Please, make yourselves comfortable; shall I bring my guests something to drink?" He of course refereed to blood, what else an vampire would drink? He took a step on the side an invited to follow him with a hand sign as he would make his way to the main room where the cold would not bother them anymore. "Oh and if I may permit myself, I should advice you to not say such words against those who share our bloodline, Lesser or Ghouls. I can see that you brought one of yours with you and I'm sure that such harsh words of your could affect her. And such Nobles as we are shouldn't delight ourselves in bringing the others down no?" It didn't sounded like a warning but more of a suggestion to the Grant count;Compared to some other Noble Vampire, Darius had the same respect toward the Lesser Vampires and Ghouls.

Upon their arrival in the Main room, the lights on the large chandelier of the cellar magically lit itself to give some light to the room. Using the same hand sign as before, he invited them to take a seat around the table before he went to open what looked like a wine closet on the side. A breeze of cool air came out of it has he opened the small doors, it seems that it was more of a refrigerator than a closet. Darius Pondered for a while before choosing a bottle of 'wine" and three cups of wine before making his way back to his guest. "One of my fresher bottle, my friend." said the vampire with a smile before serving some of it content in the cup he placed in front of them. He gave Most of the blood for the Grant count and his Ghoul before taking the smaller rest for himself. He then took a seat close to them and softly deposed the empty bottle on the table before speaking once more.

"Sorry to be such an pessimist, but it isn't everyday that someone of your status comes to visit an humble Vampire living near one of our most dreaded enemies. You must have been extremely bored to come here." he laugh softly again before taking a sip of the 'red wine'. "I hope that you didn't came here to bring me in front of the The Rozen Order for my lack of activities in the recent hundred years." His voice had signs of amusement and a bit of seriousness in it. He did indeed not participate in meetings of the The Rozen Order even if he was an Noble Vampire. "Speaking of which, I heard that you recently reached another millennium of wandering by some other sources. Time sure flies fast doesn't it?" And he laughed again.

He then went silent for a while with his eyes wandering between the Grand Count and his Ghoul. He never knew that he had one being not very in touch with the other world but it did made him think that perhaps him too could have one. Afterall, dusting the manor by himself was getting redundant even if it would keep him distracted during the long nights. "Would like a second cup my friends?"[/ul]