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Post by coresubstance on Sept 4, 2006 2:38:10 GMT -5
{Very brief background.}
The former harbinger of Discord, she had committed one to many sins.. the child of darkness had been run off from those who served light. In the gray swirls of twilight, the loyal servant of Discord carried the child wrapped in blanket of protection towards a land that would receive her. It was needless to say that anywhere the little hellion went, she was sure to leave a trail of bodies among other things in her destructive wake. She certainly loved to savor all of life... other's life. Her first taste of local flavor.
 |Small slippers had guided the child to the playground during the fall of night. Raven curls cropped close to her head gleamed in youthful glamour to frame that small head. A black dress fitted to her small body with romanian red laced through the collar and along the puffed sleeves. Silk stockings, once demure things, covered that alabaster flesh as she crossed her legs and hummed such a childish lullaby.
Fringed lashes veiled her gaze while she played with her teddy bear. The matching red ribbon pinned to the back of her dress semi circled her form as she sat within the dirt to play. Yet, even when the steps of another neared and leather shoes came into her view, she didn't stop her hum.
Lashes shifted with movement indicated her gaze roamed from her bear to the shoes that were in her line of sight. Small head tilted back and she looked up exposing her neck and the young and vulnerable visage was given as frigid gaze drifted up to the stranger.
A few rising and falling of lashes in blinks just completed that child like facade. He promised her delights, he promised her candy, he promised to show her some fun. With an offering of his hand her smaller gloved one slipped into his as she let him help her up.
Lifted up and her small thighs framed his torso and he begin to carry her from the playground. Her small arms wrapped around his neck and her chin rested on his shoulder all the while continuing her lullaby. Her teddy bear bumping against the man's back as he carried her off to his ill conceived fate for her.
Lips smiled and those baby fangs showed. ||:
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Post by coresubstance on Sept 4, 2006 3:11:20 GMT -5
...memories of a past not forgotten...
"Sing to me Nicky...."
|Sweet, metallic sweet, scent called to her. Dark lashes fluttered briefly like the goth butterfly over alabaster skin and slow inhalation caused the rise of her chest . A chest which was confined in a romanian red corset, with black lace covering the front strip. The side black lace around her torso let bare flesh peer through. A velvet skirt hung from her hips that was forced to form by the binding corset and gathered around her feet in a midnight pool and trailing as soon as she slowly rose.
She had been sleeping and well, a rather delightful awakening. Velvet fabric mixed with sheer silk gave peek to up to the curve of her calfs, but then solid velvet hid the rest. Frightening pale gaze made their appearance, and peering through the veil that shielded the back, from the front, the outline of the damned child. She had bathed in blood last night from the feasting and had just loved every minute, but she could never get enough.
Now what, had Nikky done? The veil moved with a soft expulsion from stained lips. Slowly inhaling as fingers curled around the edge of one side of that veil and moved it aside before dropping it midway to let it slide over her pale flesh. She let out a sound, which sent tiny vibrations along throat passage and a sound of childish delight at the scent.||: Bringing toys here to play Nikky? Such a naughty thing to do.....I haven't had any fun, entertain me, won't you?? |Liar, ||:
::As she approached his head lifted up a bit though he did not turn to face her..it was only when she drew closer and spoke was when he'd turn..oh and did he..he turned around quickly and screamed::
AHHHHHH!!!!
::He jumped up at her Niks face was covered by some sort of mask...mask?..heh..that sure as hell was no mask..it seemed Nik decided to take things step further..rather then just killing the poor fuck he cut the mans face off and plastered it to his own ..not only that..he skined off the mans fucking chest and wore that too on his arm..blood seeped down from beneath the skin mask and chest down niks own skin..showing he used the mans blood to make the skin stick to his own::]
|A laughter bubbled up and spilled forth as she clapped her gloved palms together . A lift of a dark brow as she gave a twist to her hips to slowly leaned in towards him. Her nostrils flared with the overpowering scent of the sugar... blood. She lowered her face down to where her tongue slipped past tiers and moved as if to lick the blood and faux flesh coat Nik was sporting. But then, retracting at the last moment she lifted her upper torso with a small abdominal movement.
Fingers curled into that velvet skirt as she begin to walk around the scene. Crimson footprints as she had made a purpose detour to let her flesh make contact. Ivory small canines lengthened slightly and she ran her tongue along the slitted chompies with her gaze on the man crumpled on the ground before lifting up to land on Nik|: An improvement... |She enjoyed teasing him and it was fun. Her lips lilted at the corners while she smiled at him that not all there smile. Ivories flashed and she bit into her own lip, a trickle of blood dribbled down her pale flesh, leaving its crimson streak of her vitae.||: what will you do with him Nikky?
Not much more to do...the fucker is dead and half skinned...suprised you didnt wake up earlier..you didn't hear all that screaming? :He scratched the back of his head before pulling the skin mask from off his face and threw it aside and moved beside the man on the other side of Abby and knelt down:: Not much blood left..less you lick it up off the floor...or suck whats left out of the muscle tissue and inards..::He dug his fingers into the mans stomach pulling out a nice goop of inards and threw it in her face with a grin upon his lips::
|She had chosen to turn at that moment and a goo ended up along her side covering her arm and the side of her face. It made a wet sound when it hit then stained pale flesh. A hand came up as lashes came down. Fingers pressing into her skin smearing it and then clutched the innards and with a spin on the ball of her foot slung it back at him with a laugh as she dropped to her knees, sliding in the blood on the floor and grabbed a handful from where he had pulled from and like the smashing of the cake on a grooms face, she smothered it along his already dirty face, making sure to squish it in.
She leaned over giving a kiss to the faceless man before jumping up and with a blur of her form she was by the table sucking on her fingers. Nothing like a late night snack. That fast movement was only good for short distances as even vampires were limited to what they could do. Though she delighted in each little power she had an at the strangest level, rarely used it in front of any outsiders, she considered that vulgar. Unless, threatened, but then they wouldn't live to tell the tale.||: Such a tease Nikky...and no, I didn't hear the screaming, |Why would she pay attention, screams were a common thing she always heard. Unless they had a distinctive ring, she didn't pay attention||:
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 6, 2006 2:44:44 GMT -5
Standing at the foot of the Empire's iron wrought welcome gate, she exhaled breath suddenly. Gracia was waiting for something, her eyes closing momentarily to remember the sight of such a pretty girl with such a dangerous look to her.
"....I love pretty things, pretty dangerous things especially. Oh, don't get me wrong, I don't like them that way!" Thick lashes fluttered down-wards "I like them because they are the type that leave a lasting impression. Especially in the heart." Gaze fixated to-wards her companion this day, as she leaned down, fixing the hem of her voluminous skirt and glancing up-wards. Today she sported a dark blue skirt, and a matching velvet cape upon a simple white blouse. The deep V opened to reveal a tantalizing amount of flesh, beckoning wanton eyes to her.
"I seem to be spacing out, I do that when I anticipate something delicious coming to our door!" The excitement no longer could be kept out of her voice, her breathing becoming a bit erratic. Something was definitely wrong with the woman. Strange this welcoming group as she placed her hand upon the hound's mane, stroking it back, his teeth bared to the world.
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Post by coresubstance on Sept 7, 2006 0:29:54 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]
|Little cherubic framed head tilted back as she stood there waiting with her bear Alex. So this was the place she was to be sent to. Spying the woman with a mixture of curious and envy. The gaze of the child remained on those voluptuous display of flesh that she, herself would never have.
Arctic gaze framed by butterfly lashes swept up and lips curved to display those tiny ivory fangs in what could be described as the most horrific and gruesome site of a smile, on a child. It was a wolf within, dressed as a sheep, surveying something she could sink her teeth into.
A lean forward of her upper torso as ribbons were sent to sway behind her along with the arc of that small chubby arm behind her back with Alex in tow. Tip toe of one shoe as she continued that childish posed and asked in innocent tones.||:
"I've come to play.. can I come inside? Alex is thirsty.."
|A giggled followed suit as she shifted back to weave her small form from side to side awaiting the strange lady's answer.||:
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 7, 2006 15:21:24 GMT -5
A strange glint in those ashen eyes as she watched the little girl, a pucker of lips and a beckoning of her hand as she pointed to the large double doors. A sigh exhaled the scent having filled her with utter delight.
"Of course, Alex....would he like something to eat too?"
The cavernous entrance to the locale offered a view of what her life would be like within the Empire. Hands clasped to her back she rocked forward upon the tips of her toes looming over her with a sinister smile.
"You know, there are many friends to play with here. Maybe I'll show you the playrooms"
Turning upon her heel, that smile was not lost upon the little girl. Something about her mesmerized Gracia to no end, it was the delight that within innocence there was a certain sense of petulance.
"I've got to warn you though. There are some who don't like playing with us."
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Post by lance on Sept 8, 2006 11:17:15 GMT -5
Lance made his way to the gate, a rucksack thrown over his shoulder. He was glancing about surrepticiously... nodding to the shift of guards. The lad wore a somewhat nervous grin, and seemed perhaps more jittery than usual.
The rucksack was made of what looked like burlap. Stains of crimson were just barely beginning to show through, and it was... well, bulging, for lack of a better term. Filled to capacity.
Barefoot and barechested as always, he trotted up to the gate and entered... only to find... Gracia... and a... child? That really didn't compute in his mind. Peering between the two of them, he stopped, letting his burden hit the ground with a muffled thud.
"Umm... Where did you get that?" Asked to Gracia, like a parent would ask a toddler who had found a coin and put it in it's mouth. He gestured toward the girl with the teddy bear.
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 8, 2006 11:39:19 GMT -5
Her eyes still gazing at the small creature before her, turning the rapturous gaze towards Lance's direction. A glance over his shoulder at the floor and a faint nod.
"Well, thats Alex"
A faint nod towards the bear in her arms and again towards the burlap sack.
"Whats in the bag?"
It was obvious that the trio made a strange scene. Lips curving into a slight smile.
"Would you like to join Alex in a drink as well?"
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Post by lance on Sept 8, 2006 11:58:03 GMT -5
He blinked slowly... Peering to Gracia, and to the girl. And then to the teddy bear. Looking up, somewhat dimly, a faint grin spread over his pallid lips.
He reached up with one hand, scratching idly at his bare chest, and then used one foot to nudge the bag behind him, protectively.
"Uhh... things?" His grin increased in both size and intensity, and there was a wicked gleam in those slate-blue eyes of his. "And stuff."
Nodding vapidly. "Things and stuff. But mostly things."
"And I could go for a drink, yah."
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 8, 2006 17:52:24 GMT -5
"Things and stuff?" One fine brow rose high. "I'll take your word for it."
Her head tilted to one side again and she grinned a bit as she saw it squirm? Was that bag squirming. Shrug of slender shoulders and turn of her heel towards the cavernous hallway.
"We should take a tour. Maybe so that we can all experience the dungeons together. Looks like we might need them soon"
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Post by coresubstance on Sept 9, 2006 23:37:34 GMT -5
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|The small head was guided back by the little chin of the cherubic face child darkened by such taint. Small butterfly lashes fluttered up as she cast arctic gaze to study the lady and gave a nod several times to agree that Alex would indeed love a drink. She leaned in as if to impart a secret to her, once more ribbons swaying with her movements||:
" Alex has most unusual taste.. and ... it doesn't matter if they don't like to play.. I'll still play with them.. "
|Small nostrils flared as she caught the scent of another. A hop of little feet with the dance of ribbons upon the wind of movement turned her around until she backed up to stand and see who came. The child wasn't abashed at all in her observation of the man. Her gaze resembled a wolf surveying a nice piece of lamb and tiny chompies showed as she offered up a smile. Her neck craned as she looked to the lady near her||:
"Is he the drink? "
|Her gaze turned back to survey him, her gaze pulled to the bag as well as it was asked and her arm drifting to the side, chubby fingers still held the bear tight within her grasp. She shifted slightly in a lean to peer at the bag further. A soft giggle sounded, so pure and disarmingly out of place with the dark vision she brought.||:
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 10, 2006 22:47:59 GMT -5
Having leaned forward listening to the young girls words about Alex’s tastes she released a slight grin.
“Oh, I have a feeling we’ll be the greatest of friends. We seem to already have something in common. I find that many people don’t want to play with us.” Tilt downward of lush lips to her and wrinkle of nose as if she had really disliked the notion. “Yeah, I think they are scared that I might break…them.”
And so she turned to Lance upon hearing the girls words she tsked softly and shook her head a bit.
“No, but I bet he knows where we can find playing partners. He seems to always have information.”
Now both of them eyed him closely, Gracia had a strange smile on her lips.
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Post by lance on Sept 11, 2006 12:44:37 GMT -5
Lance narrowed his eyes at the girl, practically squinting. Why was it that everything Gracia seemed fond of wanted a taste of him? He would be flattered, if he didn't earnestly believe that his well-being was at stake.
"No, I most certainly am not the drink..."
The first impulse was, of course, to lift her up by the throat and let her dangle until that fact sank in. He hated children, and one of his greatest regrets was ever having been one. His narrowed eyes turned now to Gracia,
"And what exactly do you mean by me always having information? And finding playing partners?"
He really didn't know what she was referring to. He stayed almost exclusively within the bounds of the Empire, and when faced with representatives of other nations, he was taciturn and paranoid.
And as for the burlap bag... no, it didn't move. Whatever was in there was totally inert, and anyone who wanted a peek was liable to lose some digits or worse in the process.
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 11, 2006 13:42:02 GMT -5
Something had shifted in the dynamic, his sudden burst of anger caused brows to furrow. Strolling forward, she turned her fingertips stroking his forearm to leave angry red marks there from her nails.
"Tie you up, cut a little slit into your neck and just attach Alex. Until your body lies pale and lifeless. Its starting to sound interesting"
Strolling forward through the dark cavern that was the hallway, she sighed softly as a thought occurred to her.
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Post by coresubstance on Sept 11, 2006 19:26:53 GMT -5
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|She saw his hatred and like kin sin, stirred the arctic swirl within her own gaze and yet those lips curved to show baby fangs as she just let out a giggle. She saw promise of threat and it just made her throat quiver with the anticipation of gruesome scenes. Such gaze just watched the two interact while suspension of childhood animation stood there with her bear tucked in the crook of her arm. A shift of weight from heel to heel brought those black ribbons behind her to sway in morbid delight.
A tightening of lashes briefly as the lucidity of her gaze brightened briefly like a glacier surfacing before delving back into the depths of those frost covered hues. The form of a child and the mannerisms, but beneath the veneer of it all, a monster lay within. Perhaps that's why she liked Gracia, even if from time to time she couldn't help but want to play with her too. She broke all her toys.. so sad. Well there seemed to be alot of toys here, she could wait...||:
Alex, look at the man, he tempts me on purpose.. do you see it? I'd love to shove ice between nail and flesh just hear him scream...
|The child like voice carried such an innocent melody marred by such speech as she conversed with the bear. Oh, the little vampiric just was <i>dying </i> to have someone dare play with her. While Sebastion, her guardian, wasn't around, she would stay with Gracia for now, she promised the most fun so far. Another glance slivered over toward the man-toy before drifting back to his bag. ||:
No ,Alex.. I don't think he wants us to see at all... but I think we should..
|She whispered to her bear as she ever moved slowly around them as they continued their conversation. It was often easy for the child to be forgotten while the game of adults ensued.. not that she was an actual child, but it came with the form. ||:
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 18, 2006 2:08:10 GMT -5
It was like a funeral procession, the figure moving through the hallways. Shadows of flames licking against the crevasses of the Empire’s walls. The figure stopped, her head dipped down as if looking at a retreating shadow, lips widened then. Head tilted upwards, exposing creamy skin to the dust of air, and she smelled it for a second.
“Can you smell it….”
Lost within her own thoughts she turned on her heel and smiled to both Lance and the little cherub just then.
”I can almost smell it, something bad is coming. So bad…”
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|Small slippers had guided the child to the playground during the fall of night. Raven curls cropped close to her head gleamed in youthful glamour to frame that small head. A black dress fitted to her small body with romanian red laced through the collar and along the puffed sleeves. Silk stockings, once demure things, covered that alabaster flesh as she crossed her legs and hummed such a childish lullaby.