20:16:58 Viktor` had been awake for at least an hour now. It was the wee hours of the vampires morn, five thirty in the evening and the sun had only just gone down; he was partial to waking at sunset. A long night, Viktor hadn't had the chance to get to his chambed until at least seven or was it, eight? In the morning. He had been roused by force of habit. As for the other guests? Many of them would still be sleeping. They could rise as early or late as they wished, greeted by a platter of breakfast foods and a good nutritous bottle of blood. Fresh and straight; no wine mixed in this. Some might have been woken by the quiet servants as they produced such a feast, but they were quiet; and only the lightest sleepers would do so. Before Viktor had made it to bed, Eamon had brought the only just rousing Markis to Beckett's suite. Earlier, he had been unconcious. Meanwhile, Viktor had broken his fast in silence, overseeing some bills and the like. He had done his sums, written a few letters, revised the guest list and dressed -
20:17:09 [Viktor`] - before summoning Eamon. Upon the butler's entrance, the master spoke. "I trust our theif was brought to Sir Beckett?" Eamon gave a respectful nod, before replying "Of course, sire." That said, Viktor rose from his current seat and stood, looking out over the gardens from the window of his spire. "I will take a little stroll, do see that the guests are aware of todays events." And with that, Viktor merely departed, taking the Servants stairwell as to avoid any early rising guests before exiting to the rose garden.
20:21:20 [Aztec] ~Delicate hands traced idly over the silver pressed against the pale flesh of her neck. She sat, idly glancing at herself in the mirror in the boudoir that had been provided for her by the cordial Viktor, the owner, the proprietor of the Masquerade. Her head tilted in an awkward fashion and she toyed with what used to be warm tissue, a soft frown pursing against her lips. Azzalyne remembered most of her life before the family had retrieved her from the demure life of the living…..she remembered, lots of things…a family that once lived, daughters, husband….a rural life, she knocked over a bottle of sweet smelling oil onto the desk and stood upwards. A dress of faint burnt orange trailed with lace in the dyed colour of cobalt blue ruffled about her as she moved towards the grand bed stationed not too far from her current position. <c>
20:21:27 [Aztec] Azzalyne grasped upon the jewels she left against the silk sheets, slipping off her deep ebon gloves and tossing them to the side, sliding delicate rings onto each finger, most of sapphire and diamonds, some residing with emeralds or jade from the orient. She supposed high society had its perks, and yet, the frown never severed from her lips. Her hair; placed elegantly upwards, most of it hanging in soft curls bounding easily in length. Large feathers adorned in decoration against the left side dyed in colour to match the blue of the dress. Licking her lips, Azzy glanced into the mirror once more, lofting a delicately arched brow inspecting appearances before she would move to leave the room. Closing the door behind her, she stepped easily in the halls, nodding to her servants that she had brought with her whom stood in the halls outside her room. <c>
20:21:36 [Aztec] Charcoal lined eyes were set on the grand stairs she had set eyes on first a few nights previous, and she easily descended them. She had her heart set on the garden she had seen the previous evening out of her lofty windows in her suite. She had uttered gentle words of the beauty residing there and made promise to herself to visit the next eve.<e>~
20:22:09 [Aztec] Reposted! ))
20:29:22 Ivan_Luthor hadn’t slept a single hour. Inside he sat pensively seated beside the massive window to his room. His left hand covered in a towel as a small flaw in the curtains placement had caused minimal rays of sunlight to sneak in burning through three layers of flesh before his sole assistant woke to the smell immediately sheltering his hand while he simply watched in a blank stare. As the previous night surely scrambled his mind. He didn’t know if he should even attend the night’s even. Surely having two women of close emotional relation in thr same room would lead to trouble. But then it dawned on him. Adaloura was engaged, her position to him was no longer available, thus Amelia was surely the only logical guest he should take interest in. But with their history it was difficult for him to actually accept such. After all she left him, so very long ago. Standing from his place Ivan soon knelt down to scoop up his beloved feline feeding him half of his breakfast meal before slowly consuming the final half <c>
20:29:45 Ivan_Luthor <c> himself. Taking this brief tranquility to clear his mind, readying himself in a way for whatever was to unfold in the later hours.
20:31:54 Annabelle woke to the night’s call that seemed to surround the manor with its dark sky and glistening stars. The events from last night were still fresh in her mind as if sleep provided no break in the day. Sitting up from her resting quarters, she looks around to find the room the same as she left it. The message she had written up for her sire had been sent to the messenger and was on its way to her home country. The only thing she noticed that was still surprising to her was the ever dutiful cleaning efforts of the service here. She was not so accustomed to such luxury. Of course, this whole place seemed so extravagant that it only belonged in the dreams of kings or queens. Sitting at her vanity, she began the day’s preparation with a quick stop at a freshly poured wash basin. Her usually routine once awake could last hours. For what was time anymore if it seemed to stand still. Taking care of the most detailed of features, she made sure to look proper for any event of the day, especially in a place like this. <c>
20:33:01 Annabelle - Sending a brush through her long, curling locks, she looked outside at the night’s expanse after opening the curtains, finding the large campus of the mansion even bigger from her window. Making sure every strand of hair was perfect, she dressed. A yellow dress was chosen, the garment consisting of a ruffled sleeve that accented the front and back of the dress. The rest of the ensemble lengthened to the ground with layers of the cloth, presenting an array of darker and lighter shades of the color. A golden ribbon was tied about the upper waist to accent the piece with the same material around her wrist and tied in bow among her auburn hair to match. Golden jewelry in the fashion of a necklace and set of earring would finish the piece, making Annabelle’s presence ready for the night to come. Skipping the breakfast that was provided and simply sufficing upon the blood that was offered, she fed until satisfied. A slight tinge of life appeared upon her cheeks, giving a natural glow to their surface. <c>
20:33:42 Annabelle - Stepping outside of her door, she was immediately greeted by a servant who detailed the events of the day. She nodded graciously, a little surprised at the immediate response of the eve but ignoring it for the moment as she posed a question for directions. Being gestured into the right direction, she wanders to the front foyer with it’s grand staircase, reminiscing the night before as she traveled down its steps. Passing through corridors she found what she was looking for, seeing the room riddled with books and desks of study. Entering inside the library, Annabelle made quick work of the extent of the books, finding many classics along with some she would be most interested in. Being here provided many opportunities for her to read and she rose to that task with delight. Choosing a few books to set aside, she looked to find a servant standing nearby as if waiting for her order. <c>
20:34:06 Annabelle - Finding it useful, she had the servant take the books to her room for further inspection while keeping one she would carry with her titled “Illiad”.
20:34:25 Ivy_Luthor Though Amelia still slept in the side bed Ivy had previously requested to be in her room Ivy was already quite awake. With much to prep before the night actually began Ivy was surely to be the first bathed and had just exited her bath when breakfast arrived. With little taste for blood alone like her brother she grew fond of the supplemented meals making note to suggest such from Ivan when they did return home. Sitting before a small tray of food Ivy only wore a thin black slip at the moment. Her gaunt flesh glimmering in the candle light as she feasted rather viciously on her food, with no one to observe she lost all her manners to hunger. Long crimson curls soon lay in her face as she fell back onto her bed bouncing lightly once or twice from the abrupt landing. With a sigh she would close her eyes licking her lips with satisfaction. Surely tonight would be more than pleasant, unlike her brother she had nothing but undiscovered opportunity to look forward to.
20:44:11 Emmaline` could sense Arno tracing behind her… Not to mention the young man’s silent footsteps, which tapped gently against the floor boards. She turned in her seat to watch him now.:: “Arno? Whatever is the matter?” ::Her voice was sweet, so angelic in a way, that most faltered at the sound of it. Possibly, it was one of her most valuable assets. Yet, to her unsuspected prey, it was more so a means to an end really. Arno looked up, stopping in his tracks, and gazed onto his dearest friend. She was so beautiful… Even he had a hard time believe she was like he. The Italian smiled gently after a second, then shook his head and sighed.:: ”Oh. Nothing Emma, love. I suppose I’m just worried about you. I hate the thought of leaving you here, to fend for yourself! What if-“ ::The gorgeous man stopped his words though, thinking them over, then smiling a bit more as he made his way over to Emmaline. Taking a seat beside her-:: “What? What were you going to say?” ::Emma raised a slender, golden brow.:: <c>
20:44:33 Emmaline` <c>”Oh! Well… I was going to say that the patrons here might not be so nice to my love. Yet! I always forgive your qualities. You never cease to make friends it seems.” ::He laughed again softly. Emma smiled gently at his words, then took his arm with her own.:: “Arno… I will be fine. You are my dearest, truest friend. I know you trust me, right?” ::The kindling smiled more genuinely to her friend, and he in turn nodded once.:: ”You’re right! I do trust you. And I know of Viktor through mutual friends. So… I suppose you’re right.” ::The young man finally stood, squeezing Emma’s hand sweetly, before letting it go and heading for the door. He spoke over his shoulder now-:: ”Be good love, ..and I’ll be seeing you soon enough.” ::He paused, then continued as he opened the chamber door.:: ”Have a good time.” ::-And then, he was gone. Before the door even closed, his presence vanished swiftly. Emma watched as he headed off, then sighed sullenly to only herself. She <c>
20:45:08 Emmaline` <c>knew it was hard for him to let her go, but she also knew he had many things to take care of; of his own accord as well. So, after a stilled moment passed, the dearest fledgling of Theodore Lions stood and walked over to the door. Her gown was beautiful, and Arno had helped her pick it out, for the first night she would appear to the masses. It was a teal, aqua shade… With tight seams and a back-laced corset that inched its way around her upper bodice. It was simply divine! Emma slipped her hand upon the gold knob, and pushed it forth. Disappearing quickly, just as her friend had moments prior… :: <end>
21:03:52 [Aztec] ~Fingers trailed over black metal, a gate in front of her. Tapping her finger on the tip of a spike adorning a corner, she was excited by the appeasement that would come from idling amongst lilies and roses, things she had once enjoyed to a much greater extent in a previous times….yet now, though more dull than she remembered, the colours were ever vibrant and strong. Grazed in the deep glow of the moonlight, the delicate hues of crimson, fuchsia, and royal purple teased at her ice coloured eyes and she pushed her hand onto the firm posture of the gate, opening and stepping onto the crisp cobblestone. A few stray leaves tumbled past her in a soft breeze the also caused a few curls to stray copiously away from their rightful positions. She quickly raised a hand to stay them in their wake, and used the other delicate digits to close the gate behind her.<c>
21:03:54 [Aztec] She was awash with memories, and yet no regret or sorrow. Pursing her lips, she wrapped ruffle coated arms around her waist, shrugging into it as if she were cold, but only in a passing episodic manner, as if remembering a cool night in her own garden long ago. She frowned, shook off the idle memory and stepped even further within. <c>
21:04:05 [Aztec] The festivities planned for this evening had been told to her the night previous. She would dare not stay here too long, but had wished to at least visit once, to revel in the enchantment that such a garden offered….an escape, a valuable asset to those in nobility where escape is hardly ever possible…let alone privacy. She found her way to a small area a bench in one direction and a smaller garden tended with white lilies to the other. Ignoring the bench, Azzy moved to the lilies, entranced delicately by the colouring. Lifting her dress slightly she slid softly to the ground, sitting on her side in a soft bale of clovers. A hand moved to touch against the silken petal of an alabaster flower, head tilting to the right in question and curiosity. After a few moments she had realized immediately why such a plant intrigued her so. Beauty in the face of pale. Boring in a sense against the rouges and the bright odysseys of the others surrounding them….a fair laugh escape past rouge painted lips. <c>
21:04:18 [Aztec] She was as is the flower.<e>~
21:05:45 [Beckett] - While it may have been assumed that room of the Ravager was no longer to be barred with guards posted outside of it, such things would be directly requested by Ducard when Eamon had returned with the thief from the dungeon. One reason for this would soon become apparent, as after the keen ear of the Beast heard the bar being slid back across the door, the feast would begin. While none within the walls of Viktor's manor knew the title of 'Beast' that was oft used to define the man, when done so in poor taste, the poor, sightless thief would become all too acquainted with why. Further, the guards who had resumed their posts at the door would also be given a taste, albeit through sound, of the reasoning. Fortunately, or perhaps less so, for Markis, the request had been made that the doll not be taken of it's life. This was lamentable by the Beast, but understandable, given the circumstance that blood dolls were not of as limitless supply as that of random citizens of random sovereignties. <C>
21:05:49 [Beckett] However, there was only so much restraint that a feral animal could exercise when gripped in the throes of a feast. Yes, Beckett had a weakness, albeit a small one. When he had gone long enough without precious vitae -- usually at fault of none but his own due to his preferences -- his will to defy the temptations of the lifeblood that still coursed the vessels of source diminished. There could, theoretically, come a time where the Beast would even stoop to forsaking his preferences and even quaff the blood-mixed wine to sate his thirst. But those points were far away, even now. Having restrained himself until the guards were returned and the door secured, given orders that none without the permission of the Ravager be granted access within the room -- which, at current, included only Viktor and Eamon, though, presumably, one with orders from Viktor would also be granted access, though they would need be met by Beckett himself at the door. Perhaps the only thing shared between beast and <C>
21:05:53 [Beckett] noble was the necessity of security, if the reasons were different, even as they were similar. But a digress was needed, as the poor thief would soon find himself bound in the same chains that were originally meant to hold the Beast. But rather than pin the mortal to a chair, Ducard, instead, would allow him to be bound, then hung like a side of meat in a location that would support the weight of the thief and the chain and would not collapse regardless of how much struggle was issued, but would also be able to be removed from the location if desired. The reason for all of this lied in the simple fact that when one was turned upside down, the blood rushed to one's head, saturating the veins and arteries and simply engorging the area. Forcing himself to wait just a bit longer, Beckett would watch the thief squirm, would listening to the rattling of steadfast chains. It would be worth the wait as a snarl would soon come from the Beast, as he stood not but a few feet from where Markis dangled. <C>
21:05:59 [Beckett] He was far enough away so as not to be swung into in the thrashing, but close enough so that when the time came, there would be no more wait. Following that snarl, and the curling back of lips to reveal everpresent fants, the Beast would take hold of the thief's jaw, pressing his against the chin while taloned fingers curled to grip the cheekbones, effectively forcing his mouth shut rather harshly. The claw upon the pointer finger of that hand would slowly traces it's jagged point down the thief's throat -- or perhaps up, as it ventured toward the head -- with enough force to leave the flesh touch raised from the irritation. What followed would be swift.
21:30:33 Adaloura had barely slept, the few short hours of slumber that had come to her had been filled with nightmares. Pathetic as it was, Adaloura woke in her empty spire, turning against her pillow as to cry and wail softly into the cushioning. "No.. no. I want him. I want Ivan." She lay there for a good hour or so. Usually in the morning she wandered the gardens with Viktor. Before meeting Ivan, the girl had even enjoyed it. Since her arrival at the new Luxor manor she had but gone through the motions of her daily life like a shadow, a ghost who took little pleasure in anything. During those weeks she had felt numb, but now she felt everything. The sorrow of a love she couldn't have, the childish hope that Ivan could but whisk her away. Morosely the beauty rose from her bed, despite her poor sleep looking as refreshed and sweet as ever. There was a becoming, healthy flush in ech cheek, and her lips were a deep pink-red; lush, and full. Eyes were wide emerald, their color deepened and 'twinkling' from the tears >
21:30:46 [Adaloura] < earlier shed. Ada went through the process of bathing and being dressed. Given that she was too solemn to care about she wore, it was her ladies maid Evette who selected her clothing. Today's choice involved a pretty pale pink and white satin gown. It was fit for formal morning and evening occasions and thus suited the vampire's psuefo-breakfast time. It dipped down into a low bust, gold brooch at her bust, before slinking up in slim petal like sleeves at her arms. A sculpted waist, it pulled taut to her enviable figure, pulling and pushing at every curve the undead femme had, before fanning out in an extravegant skirt. Small pink flowers were woven in her hair curled blonde locks. Dainty pink shoes found her feet and with that, Ada was finally suitable to leave her room. She exited her spire, feeling faint as she walked down the winding steps. There was an ever present droop to her lips, and a haunting sandness in her eyes. Almost trance like, the belle proceeded forth to the guest chambers, notably >
21:30:59 [Adaloura] < heading for Ivan's own suite of which she had been certain to question Evette upon its whereabouts. She cared not for who saw her do the unthinkable. A lass going to the room of a man who was not promised to her? Scandalous. She knocked quietly at the door and but waited, getting a few passing looks for a lady or two that passed by.
21:46:41 Ivan_Luthor After giving a prolonged moment of affection toward Samson Ivan did stand changing out of his usual clothes to shift into something, proper. Black in color he dressed now in a suit. Shined shoes and freshly pressed pants were tightly belted about his waist as he fitted on a deep crimson vest over a black button up long sleeved shift to give a striking contrast of color. When fussing with the cuffs on either wrist Ivan’s attention shifted to the door as a few delicate knocks echoed throughout the quiet room. Quirking a brow at this he slowly would shift moving to the door and thus unlocking and opening the door. A face of shock would come over his previous expression as Adaloura stood before him. Had it been in his house Ivan wouldn’t of cared for her appearance, but this was Viktor’s house. Her appearance at his room would surely cause quite the scene if a guest with as big of a mouth as Ivy were to see. Thus with a nod he would step aside letting her shuffle in before shutting the door firmly and <c>
21:46:59 Ivan_Luthor <c> quickly snapping the locks back into their protective place. With mixed emotions Ivan offered no smile, instead again walking across the room to lean beside the windowsill looking out into the night’s landscape. “Why have you come to me.” He merely mutter emotion quite clear in his voice as he avoided eye contact for the moment. In truth he didn’t know how to act…his mind was all but a blur.
21:52:47 Adaloura barely noticed his shock and simply shuffled in morosely as the door opened. As ridiculous and childish as it was, rather than sit down, she climbed onto his bed and lay there, face down, hidden against his pillow. It smelled like him, she noticed. A minor comfort. Petite arms hugged the cushion to her and she mewled a soft protest. "He never even asked." Poor Ivan. He'd hardly know what to do with her; she had waltzed in his room, climbed onto his bed and began to sulk. It wasn't as though he could make fix anything. The girl said no more for now but simply whimpered and busied herself with Samson who had taken it upon himself to join her on the bed, his dear little head nudging into her arm. Timidly, a small hand extended, her fingertips patting his head gently.
21:55:31 Emmaline` had reappeared once a woman caught her attention. The lady was much older than her, yet her senses were remarkable! Since she was able to catch whiff of Emma while speeding past. The young female stopped in the presence of the older lady, and bowed her head graciously to her, as first it was the polite thing to do, and second the woman seemed of higher nobility then herself. The lady sneered in the direction of Emmaline, raising her nose in the air as her guardian stepped out of the room and over to her side.:: ”Ugh! Your Theodore Lions child! That scoundrel of vamp! I can smell his scent and blood all over and in you.” ::Emmaline winced on the inside at the older ladies words, but kept her composure as best as she could. This woman, who ever she was, was a guest here as well and Emma didn’t want any trouble.:: “Yes, Your Ladyship. He is my Sire. …I’m sorry if my presence here offends you?” ::Emma allowed her hands to come together in front of herself, watching for the woman’s <c>
21:55:48 Emmaline` <c>reaction. The older lady scoffed, then waved her silken fan sweetly aside.:: ”Well child! It isn’t your fault, is it now!? You most likely did not have a choice in the matter. …He isn’t here with you, correct?” ::Emmaline shook her head gently. Her blonde locks were pulled back tonight, slipped beautifully in a silver and diamond encrusted clip, that coincidently Theodore had bought for her when he was away. The older woman allowed a sigh of relief to pass through her lips as she took her guardians hand there after.:: ”Thank goodness! I would hate too see you’re face here, if he was. Say indeed! I would have some choice words for the pompous idiot!” ::Emmaline almost felt embarrassed by all the commotion from this lady, that she looked quickly on her right side to see if anyone else was listening. …She didn’t want anyone knowing that whatever the case was, Theo had most certainly done something offensive to this lady at present. So the young fledgling smiled softly, then gave a <c>
21:56:34 Emmaline` <c>moderate nod.:: “Well Your Ladyship, I can assure you that he is not here, and he most likely will not be visiting me while the stay prolongs forth.” ::-And with that, the olden woman nodded, huffed acutely, then slipped off with her guardian in tow. Emmaline watched her leave, and felt a heat of warmth wave upon her sweet façade. Tis true, her Sire wasn’t among the most popular and modest around… But he was still her’s. So like any, she got protective of him, even of his faults and wrongs. Theo had always been a good man to her! A loving man, at least as much as the word love could stretch… Yet his reputation for being a swindling, cocky, even womanizing vampire was enough to make any hate him so. She sighed softly, and then made her way down the hall in slow rhythm. She wasn’t much in any rush… Seeing as it was still early, and the evening events hadn’t started yet.:: <e>
22:02:18 Ivy_Luthor Fully quenched from breakfast Ivy was now fully decorated in her evening gown of the night. A silver gown of a strapless style. With an immense boost to her bust Ivy felt overly confident decorating her chest with onyx jewelry to accent the black lace inlays along her corset’s sides along with the many ruffles that would wave out from her hips spanning the usual space that any evening gown was notable to consume. Fitted with black tights and heels Ivy had been placing watching as her servant placed the final small black roses into her hair accenting every curl as her emerald hues glimmered in admiration of her own vision in the mirror. A bit moralistic? Of course. But with no one but a cold brother to tell her of otherwise she had no reason to find a sole flaw in herself. Once finished she managed to coat herself in a veil of flowery perfume standing up and moving aside to that the groggy Amelia would assume her place in the chair and begin her own morning dressing, though she wasn’t as fond of such. <c>
22:03:00 Ivy_Luthor <c> Frowning a bit at the black gown set up for her Amelia seemed to question why she was here now, Ivan was one she had left long ago. And yet he was still alone. Ivy had told her this without hinting at the minor flaw in what seemed to be such a perfect renewal of love. Adaloura. Though oblivious currently she would surely find out in the later hours, whether or not this would turn in her favor was still unknown. But she was rather hopeful to pull her weight in being his first ever favorite. And with the spirit of a warrior she would be damned well determined to come out the victor in this came of hearts.
22:14:29 Viktor` had taken his little stroll with Adaloura's absence weighing upon him. Perhaps she was tired from the previous night's events? It had exhausted him beyond recognition, that much was sure. Upon spotting a few guests milling about the gardens, Viktor n turned upon his heel and headed for the manor. He took the entrance to the undergrounds, and used the expedition to check up on the blood dolls and see that everything was running smoothly. Up through the basement he went, watching as servants milled about preparing for the communal 'breakfast' that would be held in the Dining Room in an hour or two's time. Until then, guests had the chance to socialize, explore the grounds or even take daytrips to the nearby night markets; evidently vampiric territory. Through the upperhalls he went, taking the more lavish routes. He was stopped on his way and exchanged greetings and pleasantries with those he passed. For a moment; and he could have been mistaken, Viktor could have sworn he spotted Adaloura entering someone's-
22:14:42 [Viktor`] - chambers. Probably a trick of light, or another blonde guest? Nevermind that, for he was heading to his spire. It was quite a trek but eventually he was there, seeing to his little lamb. The new blood doll he had picked up in a spontaneous burst of hunger lay weak and recovering in his own chambers. The man didn't bother knocking, but simply unlocked the door and went inside. "Good Evening, Lamb." The pet name he had granted her, in fact, Viktor hadn't even asked what her real name was. He simply didn't care. Kaira was his lamb now, she had best deal with it.
22:20:06 Kaira awoke several times, whimpering towards little spurts of pain that raced through her throat where the vampire had punctured it. Once the pain subsided, she was able to fall back into a sleep state only to be roused again by yet another surge of pain. By the time the vampire came calling on her, she'd only managed to get two hours of sleep. Tired and drooped eyelids fluttered open so she could see who was coming in the room since she hadn't been told just -who's- chambers these were. Reality snapped back as soon as she saw him, causing her to scramble back towards the headboard of the lavish bed, widened eyes watching the man now warily as he entered. There was that name again... She wasn't a lamb... She wasn't something to be sacrificed for his sadistic needs. "Stop calling me that." Her voice held a very evident snap to it, but it was, for the most part, weak and subservient...for the time being anyway. Kaira had some fire in her and it would take quite a lot to reduce her to his little
22:21:57 [Kaira] lap dog. "What did you do to me? What are you and where am I?!" She gathered a little bit of strength and slipped off the bed, her legs quaking beneath her. She -would- have collapsed had she not shot her arms out, fingers clamping onto the edge of the mattress to keep herself stable. "What do you want with me....?" Her voice was desperate now. The weakness was making her a lot less defiant and leaning her more towards submissive mannerisms.
22:28:40 Viktor` chuckled at her fear. He was used to this, he had taken blood dolls before. She looked exhausted though, and he couldn't help but to feel a little bit of remorse. Still though, he taunted her. "Lamb..." As for her questions? "I saved you. Unlike what those at the market would have done, I kept you alive. You should thank me, sweeting. You are in my chambers, in my manor, in my estate. There are servants and guards everywhere that know of your origin, should you try to leave without my permission, you will not get far." He smiled, taking her delicate wrists in his hands, holding her steady. "Look around, mon cherie'." The words were said as he manoevered her petite body to twirl about, like he was dancing with her. In truth, he was mocking his little lamb. "You are in a palace. Enjoy it, while you can." What did he want with her? "Food." That was said as he snapped his teeth close to her ear. She was but nourishment to him
22:34:26 Kaira closed her eyes tightly and pressed her hands to the sides of her head, shaking it back and forth when he said that name again. "Stop calling me that!" she repeated, her voice holding a barely detectable growl, but it was there just the same. Saved her...Hah! He'd kidnapped her... She was a prisoner at his estate now and he was probably going to use her as a blood source until she ran dry. Thinking of that caused her stomach to roil, the contents of the day's breakfast threatening to reappear in front of her. She doubled over, trying to swallow down the feeling onto to have her slender wrists snatched up by his powerful hands which held her steady despite her still shaking legs. "This place is a cage if I'm trapped here... I don't know who you are or why you want me, but I will find a way out. I'll..." Her words cut off abruptly when he said "food" and his teeth snapped near her ear. Tension gripped her chest at hearing the sound, the remembrance of pain she'd felt when he fed revisiting her. (c
22:35:04 [Kaira] "Not again... I'm so weak...Please..." She tried wriggling her wrists from his grip, but only succeeded in causing her skin to pinch in the unwavering grip.
22:40:25 Mila-Nitztcha enters this room
22:41:09 Mila-Nitztcha exits from this room
22:41:16 Kihara enters this room
22:42:39 [Beckett] - With the clutch upon his jaw, the poor thief would be able to do little more than whimper through clenched teeth, a sound that maybe one of the half-witted guards could hear, if he pressed his ear to the door out of curiosity. Keeping a firm grip on the face of the thief, the Beast would quickly lift the man's head even as he lowered his own, his mouth opening wide so that the protruding fangs could be suck deep into the soft flesh beneath the chin. As the whimpers continued, now spawned by the pain that was certainly felt from the two puncture wounds that were now being suffered. As a low, feral growl would rumble from deep within the Ravager, his hand upon the thief's jaw would shift, adjusting so that the chin was cleared of obstruction, but the jaw was still forced shut, now by the thumb on one side, the pointer finger on the other, remaining fingers holding the front of the skull. Opening his mouth wider, Ducard alows the sharp teeth of his lower jawn to close just beneath the thief's <C>
22:42:42 [Beckett] lower lip, about midway between the lip itself and the point of the chin. As the warm, metallic taste of fresh blood soon flowed forth from beneath Markis's chin, to drop before surging into the maw of the Beast, those teeth would close further, until they, too, pierced flesh. It would not be long before the ivories of Ducard's lower jaw met with the bone of the man's own, just a few inches away from an inverted kiss. By now, surely, he would be trying to scream, the muscles in his jaw straining to spread the apart his lips and cry out. But such a desire would go unfilled and, surely, would intensify in a few moments. Even though seemingly stopped by the bone of the blood doll's lower jaw, still Beckett's own jaws were drawn toward one another. Shortly thereafter, the scraping of bone against bone would be felt by both parties, as those sharp, lower teeth ground against the chin of bound, the foremost of which sliding under the cut flesh whilst those on then end began to carve jagged incisions <C>
22:42:46 [Beckett] <C> into the already separated tissue. Unlike the swiftness with which the Beast suck his teeth into the thief, the process of closing his jaws with flesh within would be slow, deliberate as they peeled back more and more flesh. Beneath the chin, the animal's fangs served as anchor-points, rather than equally gouging a morbid swath toward the chin. No, Law did not want to completely rip open the underside of the blood doll's chin, in that softness under the neck, for doing such would spill far too much blood than would already begin to flow smoothly from the torn flesh that had now passed beneath the Ravager's lower lip, allowing the thief to taste his own blood, to watch if he could manage to keep eyelids parted, as it dripped to the floor. Once the lower teeth of Ducard had peeled the flesh back just past the chin, those anchoring fangs would be withdrawn, only so that the upper row of teeth could be used in conjuction with the lower to grasp hold of the strip of flesh which rested upon <C>
22:42:51 [Beckett] his tongue. This was followed by a quick and all-too-sudden yank, combined with a quick twist of the head to one side, then the other, to aid in the tearing loose of flesh clear to the fang holes. The blood-engorged tissue -- due in no small part to the upendedness of the victim -- was soon slurped into fanged mouth and chewed loudly so that the thief could hear the sound, could hear the chewing of meat -- meat that had just been torn from his own body. The chunk of meat was only about two inches in length, an inch and a half across, a fair-sized bite. As he continued to chew, the Beast permitted his predatory grin to spread once more across his face as his other hand slipped behind the bound finger. Pressure asserted would force the bending at the waist, while the power retained over the jaw kept the head tipped back. It would not be overly so, mind, until it was needed to be. And when it would be needed to be down was when the thief's chin was nearly as high as Beckett's mouth. Slouching <C>
22:42:55 [Beckett] just a touch, the Ravager would position his lower lip where his teeth had initially pierced the flesh of Markis's lower face before forcing the head back, so that the blood that continued to flow from the open wound, and had begun to pool in the recess beneath the thief's chin, could be allowed to vacate the basin, into the waiting maw of what could only be determined to be an animal, a beast, the Beast.
22:43:17 Emmaline` enters this room
22:43:18 Kihara exits from this room
22:45:09 Ivan_Luthor remained at his place by the window as Adal made little hesitation in falling into his bed, seeking console apparently from his pillow and cat. “Didn’t you want that.” He stated bluntly clearly still quite sour on the fact that it was actually made official. But with a title to keep Ivan couldn’t simply just steal Adal away even if he wanted to. His name and house would be attacked and likely to fall leaving him dead, and thus making no such victory. With a slow sigh escaping his lips he soon pulled a small silver case and popped it open to reveal a row of five cigarettes. But just as be was going to take one out he closed it again replacing it into his pocket pushing himself slowly form the wall. Strolling over to his bed he soon sat upon the left edge of the bed sulking in a way before his head arced back facing the ceiling while his eyes closed the darkness soothing his nerves. “I don’t know what I could say Adaloura to make you feel better. This is by far out of my hands, clearly.”
22:57:02 Emmaline` had taken a seat within the Manor’s foyer. Beside her sat a plump fellow, with dark hair and a peculiar mustache, and he was reading some sort of literature. He paid no mind to Emma, and kept at it, just as the other guests came crawling out of the wood works. She looked from him, to a slender looking woman who was madly flirting with an on duty guard nearby. Emmaline would have rolled her hues at the sight, if it wasn’t for another woman who caught her attention there after. She was wearing a beautiful, ”Oscar” design that almost looked just like another gown Emmaline had bought earlier in the season. It had orange and red flowers sewn onto the edges, and hazel lace that come hinder in the half armed sleeves. Emmaline couldn’t take her eyes off it really… That is, until the woman noticed, and gave her a rather disturbed glance. Emmaline sat up quickly, and moved her hues away from the woman all together. Taking note of another gown some other female was wearing, which reminded the dear fledgling <c>
22:57:28 Emmaline` <c>of a wedding dress. Weddings. It was a small reminder to her that she most likely would never marry. Oh sure, Theodore had proposed to her hundreds of times! He had never been series though… and if he had, Emmaline had never been able to tell the whole truth in his words. Then there was Arno. Her dear friend had been married for sometime, long ago, before he had become what he is. What they all are. Yet once he was turned though, he knew he would never be able to live the same life as he had had, so… he had left his wife behind. Never to see her again. Emma had heard she had lived in the same village that Arno had been born in, but the story was never verified by anyone. Especially not Arno, for he never liked to talk much of his past. Emmaline thought the thought was nice though… Getting married to someone who truly and unconditionally cared for you, no matter any of the bad things you have done. Was there someone like that out there? Not just for her, but for all like her! Was it even <c>
22:57:42 Emmaline` <c>possible? She sighed softly; looking away from the woman’s dress and back to the man beside her still. Emma hadn’t come across Viktor yet. So she, of course, had not been able to thank him for the invitation he had sent to her. Hopefully he would turn up sometime this eve, so she could get acquainted with him properly.:: <e>
22:59:06 Adaloura begrudgingly sat up, wincing at his words. "No. Not now. I want..." She trailed off, only moments later saying "You." Small hands had grabbed fistfulls of her gown. "I wish.. I wish you could just take me away from here." There was no chance of that happening, not now. Without quite thinking of the consequences, the belle flung her arms around his neck, pulling her seated body close to his. Her head nestled against his neck, where she placed a gentle kiss. "Please." Adaloura whispered hoarsly. "Don't leave me here." No, she wasn't ready to bear to marry a man she didn't love. One who despite their friendship had betrayed her in the very worst way. He hadn't even asked her.
23:09:46 Viktor` smirked and gave her a gentle shove so she'd fall back against the comfort of the bed. For a moment it appeared as though he was about to pounce on her, but he didn't. No, instead the regal male turned on his heel and went forth to the large gilded mirror. He straightened his cravat and went to the door upon the knocking of a maid. Opening the door revealed five of them, those who he had sent for. They would tend to the lady and nurse her back as to as much health as they possibly could in two hours, then bathe and dress her in a garment that was evidently something Juniper had once worn. A beautiful gown of Scarlet that was certain to complimnt Kaira's beauty, however sickly she looked. With that, Viktor performed a mocking bow and went on his way. "I will see you at the feast, Lamb."
23:11:27 Ivan_Luthor kept his eyes closed. While sifting through various thoughts Ivan’s eyes would open at the feel of Adal’s touch. Goosebumps oddly cascaded over his very gaunt flesh as she did so. Though quite taken back by her adoration of him he froze in place unsure of how to act. “Why.” He muttered shifting some to that his hand could run through her hair his eyes still staring off into the ceiling, he couldn’t look to her. Not now. With a kiss and soft pleads echoing in his mind now Ivan gave off a growl of frustration. Shifting to finally face her his eyes would stare right through her own. “I can do anything of the like. You and I know this, I have no power over Viktor’s choice and will surely meet quite the number of scars if I chose to fight him. Not something I really had in mind on doing in front of every noble within the next hundred or so miles. “ Stroking over her cheek fondly he ran a hand over her cheek several times noting her tear streaked face. Without any words of comfort to say Ivan offered the <c>
23:11:44 Ivan_Luthor <c> only thing he knew he could offer up to make her feel if only slightly better. Himself.
20:17:09 [Viktor`] - before summoning Eamon. Upon the butler's entrance, the master spoke. "I trust our theif was brought to Sir Beckett?" Eamon gave a respectful nod, before replying "Of course, sire." That said, Viktor rose from his current seat and stood, looking out over the gardens from the window of his spire. "I will take a little stroll, do see that the guests are aware of todays events." And with that, Viktor merely departed, taking the Servants stairwell as to avoid any early rising guests before exiting to the rose garden.
20:21:20 [Aztec] ~Delicate hands traced idly over the silver pressed against the pale flesh of her neck. She sat, idly glancing at herself in the mirror in the boudoir that had been provided for her by the cordial Viktor, the owner, the proprietor of the Masquerade. Her head tilted in an awkward fashion and she toyed with what used to be warm tissue, a soft frown pursing against her lips. Azzalyne remembered most of her life before the family had retrieved her from the demure life of the living…..she remembered, lots of things…a family that once lived, daughters, husband….a rural life, she knocked over a bottle of sweet smelling oil onto the desk and stood upwards. A dress of faint burnt orange trailed with lace in the dyed colour of cobalt blue ruffled about her as she moved towards the grand bed stationed not too far from her current position. <c>
20:21:27 [Aztec] Azzalyne grasped upon the jewels she left against the silk sheets, slipping off her deep ebon gloves and tossing them to the side, sliding delicate rings onto each finger, most of sapphire and diamonds, some residing with emeralds or jade from the orient. She supposed high society had its perks, and yet, the frown never severed from her lips. Her hair; placed elegantly upwards, most of it hanging in soft curls bounding easily in length. Large feathers adorned in decoration against the left side dyed in colour to match the blue of the dress. Licking her lips, Azzy glanced into the mirror once more, lofting a delicately arched brow inspecting appearances before she would move to leave the room. Closing the door behind her, she stepped easily in the halls, nodding to her servants that she had brought with her whom stood in the halls outside her room. <c>
20:21:36 [Aztec] Charcoal lined eyes were set on the grand stairs she had set eyes on first a few nights previous, and she easily descended them. She had her heart set on the garden she had seen the previous evening out of her lofty windows in her suite. She had uttered gentle words of the beauty residing there and made promise to herself to visit the next eve.<e>~
20:22:09 [Aztec] Reposted! ))
20:29:22 Ivan_Luthor hadn’t slept a single hour. Inside he sat pensively seated beside the massive window to his room. His left hand covered in a towel as a small flaw in the curtains placement had caused minimal rays of sunlight to sneak in burning through three layers of flesh before his sole assistant woke to the smell immediately sheltering his hand while he simply watched in a blank stare. As the previous night surely scrambled his mind. He didn’t know if he should even attend the night’s even. Surely having two women of close emotional relation in thr same room would lead to trouble. But then it dawned on him. Adaloura was engaged, her position to him was no longer available, thus Amelia was surely the only logical guest he should take interest in. But with their history it was difficult for him to actually accept such. After all she left him, so very long ago. Standing from his place Ivan soon knelt down to scoop up his beloved feline feeding him half of his breakfast meal before slowly consuming the final half <c>
20:29:45 Ivan_Luthor <c> himself. Taking this brief tranquility to clear his mind, readying himself in a way for whatever was to unfold in the later hours.
20:31:54 Annabelle woke to the night’s call that seemed to surround the manor with its dark sky and glistening stars. The events from last night were still fresh in her mind as if sleep provided no break in the day. Sitting up from her resting quarters, she looks around to find the room the same as she left it. The message she had written up for her sire had been sent to the messenger and was on its way to her home country. The only thing she noticed that was still surprising to her was the ever dutiful cleaning efforts of the service here. She was not so accustomed to such luxury. Of course, this whole place seemed so extravagant that it only belonged in the dreams of kings or queens. Sitting at her vanity, she began the day’s preparation with a quick stop at a freshly poured wash basin. Her usually routine once awake could last hours. For what was time anymore if it seemed to stand still. Taking care of the most detailed of features, she made sure to look proper for any event of the day, especially in a place like this. <c>
20:33:01 Annabelle - Sending a brush through her long, curling locks, she looked outside at the night’s expanse after opening the curtains, finding the large campus of the mansion even bigger from her window. Making sure every strand of hair was perfect, she dressed. A yellow dress was chosen, the garment consisting of a ruffled sleeve that accented the front and back of the dress. The rest of the ensemble lengthened to the ground with layers of the cloth, presenting an array of darker and lighter shades of the color. A golden ribbon was tied about the upper waist to accent the piece with the same material around her wrist and tied in bow among her auburn hair to match. Golden jewelry in the fashion of a necklace and set of earring would finish the piece, making Annabelle’s presence ready for the night to come. Skipping the breakfast that was provided and simply sufficing upon the blood that was offered, she fed until satisfied. A slight tinge of life appeared upon her cheeks, giving a natural glow to their surface. <c>
20:33:42 Annabelle - Stepping outside of her door, she was immediately greeted by a servant who detailed the events of the day. She nodded graciously, a little surprised at the immediate response of the eve but ignoring it for the moment as she posed a question for directions. Being gestured into the right direction, she wanders to the front foyer with it’s grand staircase, reminiscing the night before as she traveled down its steps. Passing through corridors she found what she was looking for, seeing the room riddled with books and desks of study. Entering inside the library, Annabelle made quick work of the extent of the books, finding many classics along with some she would be most interested in. Being here provided many opportunities for her to read and she rose to that task with delight. Choosing a few books to set aside, she looked to find a servant standing nearby as if waiting for her order. <c>
20:34:06 Annabelle - Finding it useful, she had the servant take the books to her room for further inspection while keeping one she would carry with her titled “Illiad”.
20:34:25 Ivy_Luthor Though Amelia still slept in the side bed Ivy had previously requested to be in her room Ivy was already quite awake. With much to prep before the night actually began Ivy was surely to be the first bathed and had just exited her bath when breakfast arrived. With little taste for blood alone like her brother she grew fond of the supplemented meals making note to suggest such from Ivan when they did return home. Sitting before a small tray of food Ivy only wore a thin black slip at the moment. Her gaunt flesh glimmering in the candle light as she feasted rather viciously on her food, with no one to observe she lost all her manners to hunger. Long crimson curls soon lay in her face as she fell back onto her bed bouncing lightly once or twice from the abrupt landing. With a sigh she would close her eyes licking her lips with satisfaction. Surely tonight would be more than pleasant, unlike her brother she had nothing but undiscovered opportunity to look forward to.
20:44:11 Emmaline` could sense Arno tracing behind her… Not to mention the young man’s silent footsteps, which tapped gently against the floor boards. She turned in her seat to watch him now.:: “Arno? Whatever is the matter?” ::Her voice was sweet, so angelic in a way, that most faltered at the sound of it. Possibly, it was one of her most valuable assets. Yet, to her unsuspected prey, it was more so a means to an end really. Arno looked up, stopping in his tracks, and gazed onto his dearest friend. She was so beautiful… Even he had a hard time believe she was like he. The Italian smiled gently after a second, then shook his head and sighed.:: ”Oh. Nothing Emma, love. I suppose I’m just worried about you. I hate the thought of leaving you here, to fend for yourself! What if-“ ::The gorgeous man stopped his words though, thinking them over, then smiling a bit more as he made his way over to Emmaline. Taking a seat beside her-:: “What? What were you going to say?” ::Emma raised a slender, golden brow.:: <c>
20:44:33 Emmaline` <c>”Oh! Well… I was going to say that the patrons here might not be so nice to my love. Yet! I always forgive your qualities. You never cease to make friends it seems.” ::He laughed again softly. Emma smiled gently at his words, then took his arm with her own.:: “Arno… I will be fine. You are my dearest, truest friend. I know you trust me, right?” ::The kindling smiled more genuinely to her friend, and he in turn nodded once.:: ”You’re right! I do trust you. And I know of Viktor through mutual friends. So… I suppose you’re right.” ::The young man finally stood, squeezing Emma’s hand sweetly, before letting it go and heading for the door. He spoke over his shoulder now-:: ”Be good love, ..and I’ll be seeing you soon enough.” ::He paused, then continued as he opened the chamber door.:: ”Have a good time.” ::-And then, he was gone. Before the door even closed, his presence vanished swiftly. Emma watched as he headed off, then sighed sullenly to only herself. She <c>
20:45:08 Emmaline` <c>knew it was hard for him to let her go, but she also knew he had many things to take care of; of his own accord as well. So, after a stilled moment passed, the dearest fledgling of Theodore Lions stood and walked over to the door. Her gown was beautiful, and Arno had helped her pick it out, for the first night she would appear to the masses. It was a teal, aqua shade… With tight seams and a back-laced corset that inched its way around her upper bodice. It was simply divine! Emma slipped her hand upon the gold knob, and pushed it forth. Disappearing quickly, just as her friend had moments prior… :: <end>
21:03:52 [Aztec] ~Fingers trailed over black metal, a gate in front of her. Tapping her finger on the tip of a spike adorning a corner, she was excited by the appeasement that would come from idling amongst lilies and roses, things she had once enjoyed to a much greater extent in a previous times….yet now, though more dull than she remembered, the colours were ever vibrant and strong. Grazed in the deep glow of the moonlight, the delicate hues of crimson, fuchsia, and royal purple teased at her ice coloured eyes and she pushed her hand onto the firm posture of the gate, opening and stepping onto the crisp cobblestone. A few stray leaves tumbled past her in a soft breeze the also caused a few curls to stray copiously away from their rightful positions. She quickly raised a hand to stay them in their wake, and used the other delicate digits to close the gate behind her.<c>
21:03:54 [Aztec] She was awash with memories, and yet no regret or sorrow. Pursing her lips, she wrapped ruffle coated arms around her waist, shrugging into it as if she were cold, but only in a passing episodic manner, as if remembering a cool night in her own garden long ago. She frowned, shook off the idle memory and stepped even further within. <c>
21:04:05 [Aztec] The festivities planned for this evening had been told to her the night previous. She would dare not stay here too long, but had wished to at least visit once, to revel in the enchantment that such a garden offered….an escape, a valuable asset to those in nobility where escape is hardly ever possible…let alone privacy. She found her way to a small area a bench in one direction and a smaller garden tended with white lilies to the other. Ignoring the bench, Azzy moved to the lilies, entranced delicately by the colouring. Lifting her dress slightly she slid softly to the ground, sitting on her side in a soft bale of clovers. A hand moved to touch against the silken petal of an alabaster flower, head tilting to the right in question and curiosity. After a few moments she had realized immediately why such a plant intrigued her so. Beauty in the face of pale. Boring in a sense against the rouges and the bright odysseys of the others surrounding them….a fair laugh escape past rouge painted lips. <c>
21:04:18 [Aztec] She was as is the flower.<e>~
21:05:45 [Beckett] - While it may have been assumed that room of the Ravager was no longer to be barred with guards posted outside of it, such things would be directly requested by Ducard when Eamon had returned with the thief from the dungeon. One reason for this would soon become apparent, as after the keen ear of the Beast heard the bar being slid back across the door, the feast would begin. While none within the walls of Viktor's manor knew the title of 'Beast' that was oft used to define the man, when done so in poor taste, the poor, sightless thief would become all too acquainted with why. Further, the guards who had resumed their posts at the door would also be given a taste, albeit through sound, of the reasoning. Fortunately, or perhaps less so, for Markis, the request had been made that the doll not be taken of it's life. This was lamentable by the Beast, but understandable, given the circumstance that blood dolls were not of as limitless supply as that of random citizens of random sovereignties. <C>
21:05:49 [Beckett] However, there was only so much restraint that a feral animal could exercise when gripped in the throes of a feast. Yes, Beckett had a weakness, albeit a small one. When he had gone long enough without precious vitae -- usually at fault of none but his own due to his preferences -- his will to defy the temptations of the lifeblood that still coursed the vessels of source diminished. There could, theoretically, come a time where the Beast would even stoop to forsaking his preferences and even quaff the blood-mixed wine to sate his thirst. But those points were far away, even now. Having restrained himself until the guards were returned and the door secured, given orders that none without the permission of the Ravager be granted access within the room -- which, at current, included only Viktor and Eamon, though, presumably, one with orders from Viktor would also be granted access, though they would need be met by Beckett himself at the door. Perhaps the only thing shared between beast and <C>
21:05:53 [Beckett] noble was the necessity of security, if the reasons were different, even as they were similar. But a digress was needed, as the poor thief would soon find himself bound in the same chains that were originally meant to hold the Beast. But rather than pin the mortal to a chair, Ducard, instead, would allow him to be bound, then hung like a side of meat in a location that would support the weight of the thief and the chain and would not collapse regardless of how much struggle was issued, but would also be able to be removed from the location if desired. The reason for all of this lied in the simple fact that when one was turned upside down, the blood rushed to one's head, saturating the veins and arteries and simply engorging the area. Forcing himself to wait just a bit longer, Beckett would watch the thief squirm, would listening to the rattling of steadfast chains. It would be worth the wait as a snarl would soon come from the Beast, as he stood not but a few feet from where Markis dangled. <C>
21:05:59 [Beckett] He was far enough away so as not to be swung into in the thrashing, but close enough so that when the time came, there would be no more wait. Following that snarl, and the curling back of lips to reveal everpresent fants, the Beast would take hold of the thief's jaw, pressing his against the chin while taloned fingers curled to grip the cheekbones, effectively forcing his mouth shut rather harshly. The claw upon the pointer finger of that hand would slowly traces it's jagged point down the thief's throat -- or perhaps up, as it ventured toward the head -- with enough force to leave the flesh touch raised from the irritation. What followed would be swift.
21:30:33 Adaloura had barely slept, the few short hours of slumber that had come to her had been filled with nightmares. Pathetic as it was, Adaloura woke in her empty spire, turning against her pillow as to cry and wail softly into the cushioning. "No.. no. I want him. I want Ivan." She lay there for a good hour or so. Usually in the morning she wandered the gardens with Viktor. Before meeting Ivan, the girl had even enjoyed it. Since her arrival at the new Luxor manor she had but gone through the motions of her daily life like a shadow, a ghost who took little pleasure in anything. During those weeks she had felt numb, but now she felt everything. The sorrow of a love she couldn't have, the childish hope that Ivan could but whisk her away. Morosely the beauty rose from her bed, despite her poor sleep looking as refreshed and sweet as ever. There was a becoming, healthy flush in ech cheek, and her lips were a deep pink-red; lush, and full. Eyes were wide emerald, their color deepened and 'twinkling' from the tears >
21:30:46 [Adaloura] < earlier shed. Ada went through the process of bathing and being dressed. Given that she was too solemn to care about she wore, it was her ladies maid Evette who selected her clothing. Today's choice involved a pretty pale pink and white satin gown. It was fit for formal morning and evening occasions and thus suited the vampire's psuefo-breakfast time. It dipped down into a low bust, gold brooch at her bust, before slinking up in slim petal like sleeves at her arms. A sculpted waist, it pulled taut to her enviable figure, pulling and pushing at every curve the undead femme had, before fanning out in an extravegant skirt. Small pink flowers were woven in her hair curled blonde locks. Dainty pink shoes found her feet and with that, Ada was finally suitable to leave her room. She exited her spire, feeling faint as she walked down the winding steps. There was an ever present droop to her lips, and a haunting sandness in her eyes. Almost trance like, the belle proceeded forth to the guest chambers, notably >
21:30:59 [Adaloura] < heading for Ivan's own suite of which she had been certain to question Evette upon its whereabouts. She cared not for who saw her do the unthinkable. A lass going to the room of a man who was not promised to her? Scandalous. She knocked quietly at the door and but waited, getting a few passing looks for a lady or two that passed by.
21:46:41 Ivan_Luthor After giving a prolonged moment of affection toward Samson Ivan did stand changing out of his usual clothes to shift into something, proper. Black in color he dressed now in a suit. Shined shoes and freshly pressed pants were tightly belted about his waist as he fitted on a deep crimson vest over a black button up long sleeved shift to give a striking contrast of color. When fussing with the cuffs on either wrist Ivan’s attention shifted to the door as a few delicate knocks echoed throughout the quiet room. Quirking a brow at this he slowly would shift moving to the door and thus unlocking and opening the door. A face of shock would come over his previous expression as Adaloura stood before him. Had it been in his house Ivan wouldn’t of cared for her appearance, but this was Viktor’s house. Her appearance at his room would surely cause quite the scene if a guest with as big of a mouth as Ivy were to see. Thus with a nod he would step aside letting her shuffle in before shutting the door firmly and <c>
21:46:59 Ivan_Luthor <c> quickly snapping the locks back into their protective place. With mixed emotions Ivan offered no smile, instead again walking across the room to lean beside the windowsill looking out into the night’s landscape. “Why have you come to me.” He merely mutter emotion quite clear in his voice as he avoided eye contact for the moment. In truth he didn’t know how to act…his mind was all but a blur.
21:52:47 Adaloura barely noticed his shock and simply shuffled in morosely as the door opened. As ridiculous and childish as it was, rather than sit down, she climbed onto his bed and lay there, face down, hidden against his pillow. It smelled like him, she noticed. A minor comfort. Petite arms hugged the cushion to her and she mewled a soft protest. "He never even asked." Poor Ivan. He'd hardly know what to do with her; she had waltzed in his room, climbed onto his bed and began to sulk. It wasn't as though he could make fix anything. The girl said no more for now but simply whimpered and busied herself with Samson who had taken it upon himself to join her on the bed, his dear little head nudging into her arm. Timidly, a small hand extended, her fingertips patting his head gently.
21:55:31 Emmaline` had reappeared once a woman caught her attention. The lady was much older than her, yet her senses were remarkable! Since she was able to catch whiff of Emma while speeding past. The young female stopped in the presence of the older lady, and bowed her head graciously to her, as first it was the polite thing to do, and second the woman seemed of higher nobility then herself. The lady sneered in the direction of Emmaline, raising her nose in the air as her guardian stepped out of the room and over to her side.:: ”Ugh! Your Theodore Lions child! That scoundrel of vamp! I can smell his scent and blood all over and in you.” ::Emmaline winced on the inside at the older ladies words, but kept her composure as best as she could. This woman, who ever she was, was a guest here as well and Emma didn’t want any trouble.:: “Yes, Your Ladyship. He is my Sire. …I’m sorry if my presence here offends you?” ::Emma allowed her hands to come together in front of herself, watching for the woman’s <c>
21:55:48 Emmaline` <c>reaction. The older lady scoffed, then waved her silken fan sweetly aside.:: ”Well child! It isn’t your fault, is it now!? You most likely did not have a choice in the matter. …He isn’t here with you, correct?” ::Emmaline shook her head gently. Her blonde locks were pulled back tonight, slipped beautifully in a silver and diamond encrusted clip, that coincidently Theodore had bought for her when he was away. The older woman allowed a sigh of relief to pass through her lips as she took her guardians hand there after.:: ”Thank goodness! I would hate too see you’re face here, if he was. Say indeed! I would have some choice words for the pompous idiot!” ::Emmaline almost felt embarrassed by all the commotion from this lady, that she looked quickly on her right side to see if anyone else was listening. …She didn’t want anyone knowing that whatever the case was, Theo had most certainly done something offensive to this lady at present. So the young fledgling smiled softly, then gave a <c>
21:56:34 Emmaline` <c>moderate nod.:: “Well Your Ladyship, I can assure you that he is not here, and he most likely will not be visiting me while the stay prolongs forth.” ::-And with that, the olden woman nodded, huffed acutely, then slipped off with her guardian in tow. Emmaline watched her leave, and felt a heat of warmth wave upon her sweet façade. Tis true, her Sire wasn’t among the most popular and modest around… But he was still her’s. So like any, she got protective of him, even of his faults and wrongs. Theo had always been a good man to her! A loving man, at least as much as the word love could stretch… Yet his reputation for being a swindling, cocky, even womanizing vampire was enough to make any hate him so. She sighed softly, and then made her way down the hall in slow rhythm. She wasn’t much in any rush… Seeing as it was still early, and the evening events hadn’t started yet.:: <e>
22:02:18 Ivy_Luthor Fully quenched from breakfast Ivy was now fully decorated in her evening gown of the night. A silver gown of a strapless style. With an immense boost to her bust Ivy felt overly confident decorating her chest with onyx jewelry to accent the black lace inlays along her corset’s sides along with the many ruffles that would wave out from her hips spanning the usual space that any evening gown was notable to consume. Fitted with black tights and heels Ivy had been placing watching as her servant placed the final small black roses into her hair accenting every curl as her emerald hues glimmered in admiration of her own vision in the mirror. A bit moralistic? Of course. But with no one but a cold brother to tell her of otherwise she had no reason to find a sole flaw in herself. Once finished she managed to coat herself in a veil of flowery perfume standing up and moving aside to that the groggy Amelia would assume her place in the chair and begin her own morning dressing, though she wasn’t as fond of such. <c>
22:03:00 Ivy_Luthor <c> Frowning a bit at the black gown set up for her Amelia seemed to question why she was here now, Ivan was one she had left long ago. And yet he was still alone. Ivy had told her this without hinting at the minor flaw in what seemed to be such a perfect renewal of love. Adaloura. Though oblivious currently she would surely find out in the later hours, whether or not this would turn in her favor was still unknown. But she was rather hopeful to pull her weight in being his first ever favorite. And with the spirit of a warrior she would be damned well determined to come out the victor in this came of hearts.
22:14:29 Viktor` had taken his little stroll with Adaloura's absence weighing upon him. Perhaps she was tired from the previous night's events? It had exhausted him beyond recognition, that much was sure. Upon spotting a few guests milling about the gardens, Viktor n turned upon his heel and headed for the manor. He took the entrance to the undergrounds, and used the expedition to check up on the blood dolls and see that everything was running smoothly. Up through the basement he went, watching as servants milled about preparing for the communal 'breakfast' that would be held in the Dining Room in an hour or two's time. Until then, guests had the chance to socialize, explore the grounds or even take daytrips to the nearby night markets; evidently vampiric territory. Through the upperhalls he went, taking the more lavish routes. He was stopped on his way and exchanged greetings and pleasantries with those he passed. For a moment; and he could have been mistaken, Viktor could have sworn he spotted Adaloura entering someone's-
22:14:42 [Viktor`] - chambers. Probably a trick of light, or another blonde guest? Nevermind that, for he was heading to his spire. It was quite a trek but eventually he was there, seeing to his little lamb. The new blood doll he had picked up in a spontaneous burst of hunger lay weak and recovering in his own chambers. The man didn't bother knocking, but simply unlocked the door and went inside. "Good Evening, Lamb." The pet name he had granted her, in fact, Viktor hadn't even asked what her real name was. He simply didn't care. Kaira was his lamb now, she had best deal with it.
22:20:06 Kaira awoke several times, whimpering towards little spurts of pain that raced through her throat where the vampire had punctured it. Once the pain subsided, she was able to fall back into a sleep state only to be roused again by yet another surge of pain. By the time the vampire came calling on her, she'd only managed to get two hours of sleep. Tired and drooped eyelids fluttered open so she could see who was coming in the room since she hadn't been told just -who's- chambers these were. Reality snapped back as soon as she saw him, causing her to scramble back towards the headboard of the lavish bed, widened eyes watching the man now warily as he entered. There was that name again... She wasn't a lamb... She wasn't something to be sacrificed for his sadistic needs. "Stop calling me that." Her voice held a very evident snap to it, but it was, for the most part, weak and subservient...for the time being anyway. Kaira had some fire in her and it would take quite a lot to reduce her to his little
22:21:57 [Kaira] lap dog. "What did you do to me? What are you and where am I?!" She gathered a little bit of strength and slipped off the bed, her legs quaking beneath her. She -would- have collapsed had she not shot her arms out, fingers clamping onto the edge of the mattress to keep herself stable. "What do you want with me....?" Her voice was desperate now. The weakness was making her a lot less defiant and leaning her more towards submissive mannerisms.
22:28:40 Viktor` chuckled at her fear. He was used to this, he had taken blood dolls before. She looked exhausted though, and he couldn't help but to feel a little bit of remorse. Still though, he taunted her. "Lamb..." As for her questions? "I saved you. Unlike what those at the market would have done, I kept you alive. You should thank me, sweeting. You are in my chambers, in my manor, in my estate. There are servants and guards everywhere that know of your origin, should you try to leave without my permission, you will not get far." He smiled, taking her delicate wrists in his hands, holding her steady. "Look around, mon cherie'." The words were said as he manoevered her petite body to twirl about, like he was dancing with her. In truth, he was mocking his little lamb. "You are in a palace. Enjoy it, while you can." What did he want with her? "Food." That was said as he snapped his teeth close to her ear. She was but nourishment to him
22:34:26 Kaira closed her eyes tightly and pressed her hands to the sides of her head, shaking it back and forth when he said that name again. "Stop calling me that!" she repeated, her voice holding a barely detectable growl, but it was there just the same. Saved her...Hah! He'd kidnapped her... She was a prisoner at his estate now and he was probably going to use her as a blood source until she ran dry. Thinking of that caused her stomach to roil, the contents of the day's breakfast threatening to reappear in front of her. She doubled over, trying to swallow down the feeling onto to have her slender wrists snatched up by his powerful hands which held her steady despite her still shaking legs. "This place is a cage if I'm trapped here... I don't know who you are or why you want me, but I will find a way out. I'll..." Her words cut off abruptly when he said "food" and his teeth snapped near her ear. Tension gripped her chest at hearing the sound, the remembrance of pain she'd felt when he fed revisiting her. (c
22:35:04 [Kaira] "Not again... I'm so weak...Please..." She tried wriggling her wrists from his grip, but only succeeded in causing her skin to pinch in the unwavering grip.
22:40:25 Mila-Nitztcha enters this room
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22:42:39 [Beckett] - With the clutch upon his jaw, the poor thief would be able to do little more than whimper through clenched teeth, a sound that maybe one of the half-witted guards could hear, if he pressed his ear to the door out of curiosity. Keeping a firm grip on the face of the thief, the Beast would quickly lift the man's head even as he lowered his own, his mouth opening wide so that the protruding fangs could be suck deep into the soft flesh beneath the chin. As the whimpers continued, now spawned by the pain that was certainly felt from the two puncture wounds that were now being suffered. As a low, feral growl would rumble from deep within the Ravager, his hand upon the thief's jaw would shift, adjusting so that the chin was cleared of obstruction, but the jaw was still forced shut, now by the thumb on one side, the pointer finger on the other, remaining fingers holding the front of the skull. Opening his mouth wider, Ducard alows the sharp teeth of his lower jawn to close just beneath the thief's <C>
22:42:42 [Beckett] lower lip, about midway between the lip itself and the point of the chin. As the warm, metallic taste of fresh blood soon flowed forth from beneath Markis's chin, to drop before surging into the maw of the Beast, those teeth would close further, until they, too, pierced flesh. It would not be long before the ivories of Ducard's lower jaw met with the bone of the man's own, just a few inches away from an inverted kiss. By now, surely, he would be trying to scream, the muscles in his jaw straining to spread the apart his lips and cry out. But such a desire would go unfilled and, surely, would intensify in a few moments. Even though seemingly stopped by the bone of the blood doll's lower jaw, still Beckett's own jaws were drawn toward one another. Shortly thereafter, the scraping of bone against bone would be felt by both parties, as those sharp, lower teeth ground against the chin of bound, the foremost of which sliding under the cut flesh whilst those on then end began to carve jagged incisions <C>
22:42:46 [Beckett] <C> into the already separated tissue. Unlike the swiftness with which the Beast suck his teeth into the thief, the process of closing his jaws with flesh within would be slow, deliberate as they peeled back more and more flesh. Beneath the chin, the animal's fangs served as anchor-points, rather than equally gouging a morbid swath toward the chin. No, Law did not want to completely rip open the underside of the blood doll's chin, in that softness under the neck, for doing such would spill far too much blood than would already begin to flow smoothly from the torn flesh that had now passed beneath the Ravager's lower lip, allowing the thief to taste his own blood, to watch if he could manage to keep eyelids parted, as it dripped to the floor. Once the lower teeth of Ducard had peeled the flesh back just past the chin, those anchoring fangs would be withdrawn, only so that the upper row of teeth could be used in conjuction with the lower to grasp hold of the strip of flesh which rested upon <C>
22:42:51 [Beckett] his tongue. This was followed by a quick and all-too-sudden yank, combined with a quick twist of the head to one side, then the other, to aid in the tearing loose of flesh clear to the fang holes. The blood-engorged tissue -- due in no small part to the upendedness of the victim -- was soon slurped into fanged mouth and chewed loudly so that the thief could hear the sound, could hear the chewing of meat -- meat that had just been torn from his own body. The chunk of meat was only about two inches in length, an inch and a half across, a fair-sized bite. As he continued to chew, the Beast permitted his predatory grin to spread once more across his face as his other hand slipped behind the bound finger. Pressure asserted would force the bending at the waist, while the power retained over the jaw kept the head tipped back. It would not be overly so, mind, until it was needed to be. And when it would be needed to be down was when the thief's chin was nearly as high as Beckett's mouth. Slouching <C>
22:42:55 [Beckett] just a touch, the Ravager would position his lower lip where his teeth had initially pierced the flesh of Markis's lower face before forcing the head back, so that the blood that continued to flow from the open wound, and had begun to pool in the recess beneath the thief's chin, could be allowed to vacate the basin, into the waiting maw of what could only be determined to be an animal, a beast, the Beast.
22:43:17 Emmaline` enters this room
22:43:18 Kihara exits from this room
22:45:09 Ivan_Luthor remained at his place by the window as Adal made little hesitation in falling into his bed, seeking console apparently from his pillow and cat. “Didn’t you want that.” He stated bluntly clearly still quite sour on the fact that it was actually made official. But with a title to keep Ivan couldn’t simply just steal Adal away even if he wanted to. His name and house would be attacked and likely to fall leaving him dead, and thus making no such victory. With a slow sigh escaping his lips he soon pulled a small silver case and popped it open to reveal a row of five cigarettes. But just as be was going to take one out he closed it again replacing it into his pocket pushing himself slowly form the wall. Strolling over to his bed he soon sat upon the left edge of the bed sulking in a way before his head arced back facing the ceiling while his eyes closed the darkness soothing his nerves. “I don’t know what I could say Adaloura to make you feel better. This is by far out of my hands, clearly.”
22:57:02 Emmaline` had taken a seat within the Manor’s foyer. Beside her sat a plump fellow, with dark hair and a peculiar mustache, and he was reading some sort of literature. He paid no mind to Emma, and kept at it, just as the other guests came crawling out of the wood works. She looked from him, to a slender looking woman who was madly flirting with an on duty guard nearby. Emmaline would have rolled her hues at the sight, if it wasn’t for another woman who caught her attention there after. She was wearing a beautiful, ”Oscar” design that almost looked just like another gown Emmaline had bought earlier in the season. It had orange and red flowers sewn onto the edges, and hazel lace that come hinder in the half armed sleeves. Emmaline couldn’t take her eyes off it really… That is, until the woman noticed, and gave her a rather disturbed glance. Emmaline sat up quickly, and moved her hues away from the woman all together. Taking note of another gown some other female was wearing, which reminded the dear fledgling <c>
22:57:28 Emmaline` <c>of a wedding dress. Weddings. It was a small reminder to her that she most likely would never marry. Oh sure, Theodore had proposed to her hundreds of times! He had never been series though… and if he had, Emmaline had never been able to tell the whole truth in his words. Then there was Arno. Her dear friend had been married for sometime, long ago, before he had become what he is. What they all are. Yet once he was turned though, he knew he would never be able to live the same life as he had had, so… he had left his wife behind. Never to see her again. Emma had heard she had lived in the same village that Arno had been born in, but the story was never verified by anyone. Especially not Arno, for he never liked to talk much of his past. Emmaline thought the thought was nice though… Getting married to someone who truly and unconditionally cared for you, no matter any of the bad things you have done. Was there someone like that out there? Not just for her, but for all like her! Was it even <c>
22:57:42 Emmaline` <c>possible? She sighed softly; looking away from the woman’s dress and back to the man beside her still. Emma hadn’t come across Viktor yet. So she, of course, had not been able to thank him for the invitation he had sent to her. Hopefully he would turn up sometime this eve, so she could get acquainted with him properly.:: <e>
22:59:06 Adaloura begrudgingly sat up, wincing at his words. "No. Not now. I want..." She trailed off, only moments later saying "You." Small hands had grabbed fistfulls of her gown. "I wish.. I wish you could just take me away from here." There was no chance of that happening, not now. Without quite thinking of the consequences, the belle flung her arms around his neck, pulling her seated body close to his. Her head nestled against his neck, where she placed a gentle kiss. "Please." Adaloura whispered hoarsly. "Don't leave me here." No, she wasn't ready to bear to marry a man she didn't love. One who despite their friendship had betrayed her in the very worst way. He hadn't even asked her.
23:09:46 Viktor` smirked and gave her a gentle shove so she'd fall back against the comfort of the bed. For a moment it appeared as though he was about to pounce on her, but he didn't. No, instead the regal male turned on his heel and went forth to the large gilded mirror. He straightened his cravat and went to the door upon the knocking of a maid. Opening the door revealed five of them, those who he had sent for. They would tend to the lady and nurse her back as to as much health as they possibly could in two hours, then bathe and dress her in a garment that was evidently something Juniper had once worn. A beautiful gown of Scarlet that was certain to complimnt Kaira's beauty, however sickly she looked. With that, Viktor performed a mocking bow and went on his way. "I will see you at the feast, Lamb."
23:11:27 Ivan_Luthor kept his eyes closed. While sifting through various thoughts Ivan’s eyes would open at the feel of Adal’s touch. Goosebumps oddly cascaded over his very gaunt flesh as she did so. Though quite taken back by her adoration of him he froze in place unsure of how to act. “Why.” He muttered shifting some to that his hand could run through her hair his eyes still staring off into the ceiling, he couldn’t look to her. Not now. With a kiss and soft pleads echoing in his mind now Ivan gave off a growl of frustration. Shifting to finally face her his eyes would stare right through her own. “I can do anything of the like. You and I know this, I have no power over Viktor’s choice and will surely meet quite the number of scars if I chose to fight him. Not something I really had in mind on doing in front of every noble within the next hundred or so miles. “ Stroking over her cheek fondly he ran a hand over her cheek several times noting her tear streaked face. Without any words of comfort to say Ivan offered the <c>
23:11:44 Ivan_Luthor <c> only thing he knew he could offer up to make her feel if only slightly better. Himself.