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| Topic Started: Nov 3 2009, 09:41 AM (106 Views) | |
| Nayéla | Nov 3 2009, 09:41 AM Post #1 |
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Spoiler: click to toggle The sand of the beach glowed auspiciously in the light of the full moon. Unlike the usual golden yellows and muddy browns of other beaches which served to sully the reflection of light from Earth's little brother, this sand was such a pure white that shielding your eyes from the sun on most days here was simply not enough. This was one of the reasons that Nayéla had decided to visit during the night while the Sun left the continent to cool. Standing upon a dune made from the pale sand which was like a blanket over the area, she looked out to sea and watched the white line of light dance towards her on the tips of waves that made their way inland. There was no breeze tonight, the air was still. So still that it was almost holding its breath in anticipation of the evenings events, whatever they may be. |
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| Salem Xavier | Nov 5 2009, 03:30 PM Post #2 |
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Ah, the beach, the mysterious beach. How beautiful it truly was, it's vast expanse of white positively glinting in the night, the water shining with such cheer. Salem had to be honest with herself, she'd not seen anything like it in some time. And, actually, had never seen the beach as a mortal, never given the opportunity to traipse along carelessly in its warmth during the day, never given the chance to dive in its depths to find adventure. It was rather sad, now that she thought about it. Now that she could only enjoy it in its cool, almost sinister state. The feel of the sand, how it matched her temperature, paralleled her icy steps with its own chill. How it motivated her lazy traipse along its expanse. How calm and soothed it made her feel, the nipping breeze hugging her bare shoulders. It was quite blissful, really. The vampire's crimson gaze tethered itself to the sea as her bare steps carried her farther and farther along the shore, continuously swept by the tides. Her white skirts flapped gently about her calves, her raven hair bustled in the air silently. Such a calm chaos. Her slender, pale harms hugged around her white corset, fingers entwining in its black ribbons. So serene she appeared, so at peace with the world around her. This was the pattern, this was how she appeared when not in the presence of life, when not lusting for blood or passion. This was what she loved, to be alone, without a care, without a worry until the sun shone again. She even dared hum a cheery tune quietly to herself, or attempted, as still it echoed about her in an ethereal trance, sweeping along the beach as she passed. Her sensitive gaze could see nothing looming before her, no other patron to this beautiful landscape, no foreign object washed ashore. No she felt entirely alone, felt deliciously alone for such vast expanses of shore. For so long she enjoyed her solitude, focused on nothing but the waves lapping at her feet, relished in nothing but the calm whisper of the wind in her ear. Until she saw her, the small form of a girl not far in front of her. Instantly the vampires gaze narrowed, eyes blazing in aggravation. This was her night, how dare some girl disturb her peace? With a sigh, Salem stalked on, her very stature changing at the new found form she came closer and closer to with each swinging step. Might as well deal with this aggravation now, and be done with it. |
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| Nayéla | Nov 6 2009, 06:20 AM Post #3 |
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There was a short gust of wind, followed by an even shorter burst which was more like the shockwave of an explosion. A pattern very similar to that of a one-off cough. The events that choked the wind back on the dune were about to unfold. The burst of wind drew Nayéla's attention away from the moon and the blades of light it caused to be reflected at the edge of every wave and towards something else which interrupted the otherwise bleak yet beautifully serene blanket of sand. For a moment it looked like a piece of fabric was being blown around but as her eyes adjusted to the slightly dimmer light, she would could see a woman, heading right towards her. Her eyes, as pure a red as a summer rose and seemed to shine with their own light, seemed to be focused very acutely on the mage atop the dune bordering the beach. The approach did not seem to be one of mere curiosity so Nayéla turned towards the lone woman and faced her directly, albeit from a greater height. |
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| Salem Xavier | Nov 26 2009, 07:25 PM Post #4 |
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Closer and closer she came to the girl, her irritation mounting with each step. So many nights she'd wished they'd just leave well enough alone, she wished they'd see her form approaching and flee, leave her to her own devices. How she wished. She looked forward to it not, not another encounter with a child, an innocent who knew nothing of the world, of her kind, of her intentions. Any day she would rather take an older acquaintance, a mature intruder. At least then she'd be given the opportunity to ignore or spit at their insults, at their repeating over and over the rumors of her past glory, of her lost throne. At least then she would get some damn recognition. Positive, negative, or otherwise. No with such young figures as this, depending on their upbringing, the encounter consist of nothing but pointless questions, useless banter, a spook, a fright, and the scurrying, screaming of said child. So boring. Yet as closer she swayed, closer she came, her senses spiked, her nostrils picking up something...familiar. It was a strange, unfamiliar experience, to recognize the scent of the blood...but not the body. Her brows furrowed as she continued on, her pace having slowed considerably in both her musings and confusing discovery. How could it be possible? Her senses were so keen, so accurate. All the time. Yes she was certain she'd encountered this individual before, this girl. But where? The scent was not quite familiar enough to trace, yet enough to be certain she'd been exposed to it far more than once in her centuries... An exasperated sigh escaped her lips as she finally came to stand before the girl, having to look up at her, much to her dismay. What stood before her was foreign, foreign visage, form, everything. Yet the scent...it was so dauntingly familiar, so hauntingly peeking from her past. For once this night the vampiress skipped her witty banter, fumbled over her toying, her confusion and curiosity paramount. "Well then child, let's have answers then. Who are you and why are you here?" Her crimson gaze stared up at the child, enraged, enthralled, wracked with yet more confusion as she awaited her answers... |
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| Nayéla | Nov 28 2009, 09:13 AM Post #5 |
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Once the woman had gotten close enough to speak to Nayéla, she spoke to her. Though spoke would possibly be the incorrect descriptor to use, it was far closer to snarled. "Well then child, let's have answers then. Who are you and why are you here?" came the words, as sharp and hostile as a drawn rapier. Her tone was clear, she did not approve of Nayéla's presence on the beach, so much was almost painfully obvious. The rest of her face seemed to be in two phases in the same moment. A serene expression, almost blank, lay at the surface making her beauty hauntingly still but beneath it, there was more. Though her voice betrayed it to much more degree, there was a hint of frustration bubbling beneath the surface which Nayéla attributed to her presence, unaware that it was due to something more than simple annoyance. "I am no child. I am me and because I am." she tersely addressed the inquisitor, giving her answers as were requested but most likely outside of acceptance. As she watched her face for the reaction, her stomach turned. Somewhere, just beyond the wall of haze in her memory, lay images and sounds that she would recognise as that almost picturesque face and that voice - so demanding and cold. However, the recognition was not yet concious and the only indication of it lay within a cold chill by no breeze and unidentified feelings beginning to simmer within. Edited by Nayéla, Nov 28 2009, 09:15 AM.
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| Salem Xavier | Dec 13 2009, 05:55 PM Post #6 |
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Truly unacceptable. Salem quite visibly turned her nose up at the girl's reply, entirely taken aback by it, disgusting by the way in which this child wove her words. Yes, they did answer her questions. But in a such...distasteful, unorthodox way. The vampire shook her head, nostrils flaring at still the sent of the girl's blood, the mismatching smell of that delicious crimson liquid and her slender form. No part of it made any sense, and it was driving the immortal insane. Her eyes remained quite narrow as she stared at the girl, moving forward her body so as to even their field, to cease looking up at her, which irked the vampiress so. Towering over the girl now, and very much dominating her small dune, Salem spoke down at the baffling child, spoke and stared with her hardened, frustrated air. "Your name, my dear. What is your name? Any one you've gone by in all your years..." Salem hoped her name would clear the haze in her mind, repaint memories she'd so apparently lost, forgotten. So infuriating. Around the girl she circled, moving quite easily in the troublesome sand, her gait just as graceful as always, regardless. A hand held to her chin, she eyed the girl up and down, her gaze only hardening as her baffled frustration grew. "Surely you recognize me, child. You must..." Around and around she stalked, eying the girl very much as prey, as a piece of doomed meat. So close she came to cutting the girl's throat, simply to end the irritation. But there was no fun in that. No solved mystery at the end of interrogations. "Your blood is so... familiar to me. Its sent takes me back. Though to where...back how many years... well, I cannot quite decide. Who are you, and why are you so familiar!?" Salem found herself yelling now, that bell tone voice echoing across the beach, across the seas surrounding them. Her form seemed to grow, seemed to tower ever taller over the girl's, those devilish wings sprouting from her bare shoulder blades, those eyes intensifying, positively glowing in the night air. What a sight Salem was when this frustrated, this baffled, this...irritated to be off by any measure in her keen senses, her sensitive memories... |
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| Nayéla | Dec 16 2009, 09:30 AM Post #7 |
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The woman stepped up to Nayéla, atop the dune, now standing taller than the mage. One aspect she did not change from when she first assumed this form was her size, that of a young girl which meant she didn't stand physically tall but her aura normally made up for that. When cornered by her, she would seem to dominate the room though this was more a trick of light and perspective than actual stature. The inquisition did not end with this confronting movement, only intensified as did the signs of frustration beginning to show on the inquisitor who began to encircle Nayéla. This behaviour was a precursor to violence in her experience against adversaries so the mage drew and prepared magic with which to defend herself. As the woman became more frustrated, her eyes glowed intensely and one pass before the girls eyes revealed wings sprouting forth from her back. This same situation had played out quite a few times while Nayéla was working her way back to Avalon. Someone thought she was a silly little girl all dressed up and vulnerable. They'd circle her, thinking she was an easy target. Until they made their move against her. These people were mostly just humans though, she had also been against a few other beings but this one seemed to be.. a vampire. A quite advanced one by her measure. Would an attack tonight end in the same way? "The one with so many questions should be the first to offer their own answers." she said coldly. |
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| Salem Xavier | Dec 16 2009, 09:54 AM Post #8 |
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Yes, indeed, Salem felt the girl tense, prepare herself for whatever may come. Though as of yet, Salem had no intention to harm the girl, no, not before recognizing her, learning her identity, recovering those so pathetically lost memories. The immortal's posture straightened as she leaned back, her crazed eyes narrowing, her lips curling in a snarl at such insolence. Her black nailed, now rather clawed hands curled into fists, jabbing at her palms, cutting within them small indentations she didn't even feel. Oh how Salem could rip her apart, limb from limb, the girl's skill in magic worthless against the vampiress. She held herself back, however, restraining her own rage as best she could, finding herself, for once, to be overreacting. Though why this pathetic child could not simply answer her question was baffling, more than frustrating. Though she supposed the only way to get her answers was to momentarily succumb to the girl's defiance, giving her what she wanted to get information in return. She hated doing it, it made her feel small, lower than this pathetic child. "Very well, if you wish to be so infuriating. I, am Salem. Salem Xavier. And I swear, child, I've been near you before. More than once. Your blood, it's familiar to me, though not your flesh, not your face, nothing more than your blood. Hence my inquiries, hence my frustration." Each word came as a growl, her teeth gritted, stance firm, hardened. Through her mind she couldn't help but picture this girl's demise. Couldn't help but still struggle to remember, to retrieve the memories of this girl's blood. Who could she have been that Salem thought so little, remembered her not? No one very important, likely. But then why did it bother the vampiress so much, drive her to the brink of insanity. Surely she shouldn't care, should very well go about her business and leave this pathetic creature on her own. Yet something stopped her, something must have drawn her here, planted her feet in this spot, to interrogate, to remember. Something bigger than the recognition. Something bigger than the both of them, surely. |
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