,,&&*stay dead, for me? (open)

[Ozzara J'Ruve]

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,,&&*Her long black hair danced in the wind as her elegant limbs climbed around on the many dangers of this habitual place. The one place where non-pure blooded vampire dared to enter, and she giggled. Her voices dancing within her mind like grace carried messages on the wind. She could feel the touch of her silky black hair atop her flawless pale flesh. Her aged bones moved with careless ease- in her case, she was still as fresh as a new born baby. Her dearest little red thing. Another one of her classic giggles drifted out atop the horizon, the madness of her being sculpted under the marrow of her bone and through the blase neurons of her brain. Her long graceful fingers danced along her rosy cheek as she pulled one single finger down to her lip and giggled darkly, her vocals were as light a church bells and as dark as your looming death- but this being could never die and she wouldn't ever allow herself the feat of a death, she was already thirteen thousand three hundred years old after all. Another giggle sounded through the blase darkness as her numb mind whispered- the voices brushing against her insides like the chilling sound of death. She breathed, and listened to what they had to say. 'eat it mistress, it will taste nice against the tissue of your mouth, against the fang... eat it... hehehe' a slight growl sounded out of her purse lips as she pulled her never ending locks of black hair to one side of her neck as she walked along the paths of the unnerving black tunnels of Neverwinter, the place where grace falls like sheets on a mattress, the place where blood is spilled like drinks from a glass built so sculptural that it seems dangerous.

,,&&*Smiles all around are graceful and ignorant- they don't know this graceful being is the grand countess- but she is. She would take every drop of blood from her precious little pure-bloods and drink it with luxuries. she doesn't care what others thing- and she is far from loving her place, her own being. The madness within her mind swirls like grace fallen form an angel, and she knows it's a sin. Is this what her mother and father wanted when she so mercilessly killed them and bled them for the pure blood flowing through their veins. her favorite snack in the world, blood. The one who kept her power strong and the one who kept her on her toes. She watched the deaths of many people per day, the poor pathetic people of her world. The human world- the world that served her as nothing but wine glass or the best wine cellar in the entire universe. the blood that they held within their veins- so sweet and war that it made her mouth watcher with a longing wish. But she didn't feel like going to the human realms- for her hair would have to be put up, seeming as geisha's were no longer common in Japan. She giggled and ran her slender hand through her hair, the long black strands catching on her long nails, causing her black hair to dance in different directions as the underground tunnel's drafty wind caught the miscellaneous strands of hair. She giggled again- noticing the lack of entertainment, her question was just simply, what will happen next?


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open for who ever <3
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over and out alkaline trio.
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FUCKING SUCKISH POST. I sowwee! ):

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all goes to sinny/me for this one! <3

[Angela Seraphim]

This place, it was called never winter, but it seemed to always be to her, who had found this place to be her destination, with out knowing it. She had heard of this place, but had been too busy in the midst of mortals, torturing and ending their pathetic lives, to be able to go here before.
Yet she found herself here, in the middle of this place, unable to fathom how she got there, nor caring. This place, it seemed, might prove to be entertaining to her after all. The darkness of the place seemed to caress her features, as she moved about, a grace to her step that always seemed to follow the young one around. The power of the night was strongest here, a place where even she could feel the power that be. She knew from the power in this place, that her pure blooded kin lived here, like cowards from the light. This place had no light to itself, which made her feel better, but also made her think of those, that would think that she would make a good pet. She wouldn't allow that, as she walked though. Her features young, and the skin on her body was smooth and pale. The Dress on her body was an elegant and gothic style, black and red in color, that had a skirt that went down to her ankles. Her long hair put up in two blond Ponytails, coming down most of her body, and her eyes, were piercing yet innocent in look.

She was the ultimate predator, a Vampiress, even if she was only half. She had the blood thirst that most full bloods had, and a cruelty to her, that was deceptive by her cute looks. The biggest, and strongest weapons she had, were her charm, and her body. She was stronger than most, and would only be kind to those that served her, and even then, if they stepped out of line, they would most likely find themselves on the other end of her blood letting. She wanted them to know just what she was about. She didn't like that they didn't know how to live and rule the Mortal Realm, for it made the noble race seem weak. They should be ruling the Mortal realm, and making the humans tremble in fear, or their loyal servants and pets. They are a food source. If only the Sun didn't exist, and if only there was a way to make it so that those against their species would become extinct as well, then maybe the Vampires could rule the world of men.

She then noticed a figure, not to far off, she was beautiful, and elegant, but looks bored. The little Tyrant wondered, what she was doing, and so start to approach the one known as the grand countess, not even caring that she was going close to such a woman. She noticed the beauty of form, and smiled, her sharp fangs revealed slightly. Oh how such a beautiful person would make a nice servant, or maybe a nice snack, if she was allowed to drink from her. She could make the woman her slave, if she was able to get close enough, and maybe charm her, if she could. The little Tyrant liked that idea, she wanted more people serving under her, and what a homage to her power, than to have a Pure blood. Such a beautiful person, with such a great amount of power, would she be able to coerce her, into her thrall? The self proclaimed tyrant wanted to find out.

"Good evening, My sister in the night," She began, being polite, and calm, as she spoke, her voice was controlled, and smooth. Young yet well practiced. She had the mannerisms of someone raised well, and the eyes of someone easily bored. "How are you this evening, would you like some tea?" she finished, deciding to start slow, she would want to feel this one out, before trying to charm her into her service. This way she would know what she was doing, and how to work with her. She couldn't lie to her, but she could speak to her by twisting things a little, with out lying. Change her outlook possibly, if it came to it.