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| Topic Started: Nov 2 2009, 04:01 PM (96 Views) | |
| Lydia Albion | Nov 2 2009, 04:01 PM Post #1 |
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It was late at night- early morning if you looked at a clock. The sky was dark, but the light from the taverns and other nearby buildings lit the streets. It was a light similar to the light of a nighttime festival, except the streets were near-desolate. Lydia patiently stood at the entrance of one of the taverns, completely calm as her eyes scanned the streets. |
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| Salem Xavier | Nov 2 2009, 04:42 PM Post #2 |
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Velkyn. How she hated it. Such filth and grime covered these streets. Sad, sorry, dirty thieves lining their stones, reaching out to her, gripping at her as she passed. Swiftly she kicked them, yelling obscenities their way as she stalked through their masses. So much hate she harbored. Yet, for whatever reason, she couldn't find herself quite able to leave. It was stupid, she knew, her inability to return to her own city since her fall from queen. Ridiculous, actually. It was not as though she feared them, or cared at all for what they would spit and hiss in her direction could they see her again. No she was quite proud of the havoc she'd created while serving with Leo. Quite proud of the chaos that ensued in her wake. Though still she remained here in the shadows, and for what? To remain hungry, surely, for no decent meal could be found here, no. Not unless someone stupid enough walked willingly into this filth. Again this night she paced, hungry, weary, tired of the same sunken faces, the same disgusting smells of filth, of booze, of tainted blood. Nothing pure enough to drink lived here, and when any so worthy visited, she could smell them a mile away. Oh those were the nights, the glorious nights when prey walked so willingly into her web. How she reveled in those wondrous evenings, those heavenly mornings. The stains proved it all, showed them all what she was capable of. Those blood stains that would never, ever fade. How it absolutely thrilled her. Though so far this night, things had been quite slow. The only resemblance to excitement being the leeches, yet again. Those pathetic thieves that asked her time and time again for her money, her jewels, anything they could take. And time and time again she'd responded, rather angrily, in any manner she saw fit. But still they didn't get the hint, didn't realize just how serious she was. On she strolled, out for nothing this night but to enjoy the breezes that rolled through these pathetic streets. Although even they didn't really bring her anywhere near happiness. She rather hated it, actually, grew far too tired of it far too quickly. And so to the tavern she veered, tonight's burgundy gown trailing behind her, its folds and creases adorned with black jewels. She looked her usual self, far too regal to be here. And therein lie the problem, she was sure, the very reason as to why these fools bothered her so. Salem laughed at the idea, shrilly, smiling as it echoed off the walls around her. Still she crept, ever closer to the tavern she'd grown to loathe. |
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| Lydia Albion | Nov 3 2009, 03:22 AM Post #3 |
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Lydia, still on the tavern wall, noticed another woman drawing closer to the tavern. This woman gave off a darker air than most- complemented by her jet black hair and a pair of brilliant crimson eyes. Lydia thought she may have noticed small black wings, but wasn't quite sure. She wanted to look, but thought the woman might take offense- her decision was to wait until she came closer to the tavern. |
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| Salem Xavier | Nov 5 2009, 04:04 PM Post #4 |
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Yes, yes she saw the girl, clinging so pathetically to that disgusting wall. Yes she saw those curious eyes, and how they pulled a smirk across her cherry lips. Recognition, how she reveled in it. These nights when people realized her for who she was, or who she was capable to be, at least. It rather inspired the vampiress, convinced her to walk with a heightened air, yet more regal even than usual. Such a sight she was in that gown, appearing nothing more than a noble, her otherworldly features, wings, horns, hidden from view, morphed out of her appearance this night. No the only snippets of oddities in her visage were those bloody eyes, those glinting fangs, those attributes she never, ever hid. Closer and closer she came to that tavern, to that girl who oggled her so. Salem wasn't sure this night if she wished to engage in conversation or not. In the mood for witty banter? Hardly. She'd spent so much time quarreling, so much time talking, conversing with those who were seldom even worth her time. And oh how much time she had. But it was hardly resistible, not with the way this girl stood, the way she stared, the way her eyes sparkled in awe at Salem. It rather delighted her, set within her such unmasked pride. Though still cold she remained on the outside, her expression hardly morphing, staying chilled, dank. Her lips curled in their nearly permanent, arrogant smirk, her eyes glistening with nothing but pride, pride and hunger, as always. Yet still toward the tavern she crept, nearer and nearer, coming ever closer, until she stood but mere feet from the girl, her pale, ringed fingers trailing along the cool stone of the tavern, her eyes piercing the girl's gaze. Still her steps clicked, bring her closer, until she came directly before the tavern's door, directly before this tiny human, so young in appearance. Slowly, her chin lifted, her crimson eyes now positively looking down on the girl as her pale touch made contact with the wooden door. "Can I help you, child?" It was not a kind question, rather biting and mocking in its tone. Her voice echoed off the walls around them, dying out slowly as she waited for a response, waited for the hilarity that would surely ensue upon the mere opening of this girl's mouth. |
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| Lydia Albion | Nov 5 2009, 04:50 PM Post #5 |
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When Lydia's eyes finally met with the girl's, she became a bit uneasy. She tried to make sure that her unrest didn't show in her expression. It was only a moment later that she heard the girl speak. Can I help you, child? The intent behind it was obvious- that and more. She tried not to let it bother her, though. Lydia was going to do the job she was hired to do, and held her position on the wall. "Well," she began, though her voice was far more calm and patient than she was at the moment. "That depends on whether or not you plan to go in." |
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| Salem Xavier | Nov 28 2009, 06:30 PM Post #6 |
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Oh? A threat? A warning? Either way, hilarious. An eerie, shrill, earsplitting ethereal cackle bounded forth from Salem's lips, as her head tilted back, her free hand grasped at her stomach, her slender frame shaking. All the while those ivory fangs shone bright. Her gaze fell back upon the girl, hardened eyes narrowing, threatening. Sure, many wanted Salem's life. Or should, at least. That was certain. Though none yet had been strong enough to succeed, most falling into her seduction far before ever attempting to end her. Yet another laugh the thought brought, this one lower than before, yet menacing all the same. The vampiress had little time for such worthless games, little patience for such ridiculous warnings, unnecessary threats. Or whatever it was this girl attempted now. So little attention Salem paid, she wasn't quite sure. So tempted was she to kill the girl on the spot, to drink her dry of what seemed to be at least near-clean blood, tainted only by the aggravation she caused the vampire, the irritation she set ablaze within that dead heart. No, if not for Salem's damned curiosity, this girl would perish where she stood, would fall to her hand, to her will, as so many before her had. Yet even now Salem inquired, asked in that biting tone, "And if I do, child? What then? What could possibly await me behind this door?" How pathetic it sounded, even as she spoke it. The fleeting concern, no, jest, that anything, anyone posed any threat to her. As if. Yet another fit of cackling laughter echoed around them, raising with it howls, shrieks of those spooked by its tone, frightened by its fearsome implications. No, no this vampiress was not one to mess with, not one to anger. She'd seen countless centuries, witnessed countless horrors. Hell, most at her own hand. She'd stand up to anyone, for any cause she deemed fit. She'd show anyone of what she was capable, of the destruction she harbored, the havoc she wrought, the chaos that spread in her wake. Salem would bow before no one, and certainly not such a pathetic child. Never someone such as this. |
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