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pale feet padded along empty stone hallways , nothing could be heard except for the sound of her cream colored robe flowing flawlessly behind her. the wind sweeping through the almost feather like material , cold and undead skin no longer effected by the earth's climate as she carried on through the halls like a bloviant ghost. only the red head was much more , than the ghostly figure she appeared to the eye to be.. to most she was a demon; the spawn of satan himself. tirelessly unentertained the draculina searched and roamed the abandoned halls as she normally would each night , after her body was well rested and well sated by that of human blood. hunting and reeking havoc on the villager's had become a bore some thousand year's ago , it grew tiring and the vixen yearned for something more or was it someone. stopping in her rush of running through the halls , a full moon that lit up the entire courtyard below . aleera never missed the sun , never missed mortality nothing human like she missed.. in fact she despised them so for what they had done , how could she ever forget? swiftly her head turned red ringlets coming over her shoulder , as some fell down her back in waves . aleera felt his presents she knew that he was indeed close , as his blood coursed through her own undead veins as it had been the substance to re-animate her body back to life as the undead vampiress she was currently . ' @nosferot ? Milord.. ' softly spoken as if she were surprised to see him , in which was true he had been keeping to himself as of late and she was worried about him .
her husband’s isolation is to be expected - his escaping to northern scotland in an attempt to completely divorce himself from humanity is not. verona is concerned. his shareholders have already begun to pester her own offices about the sudden drop in interest. like always, she cleans up, and ties loose ends - anything to mitigate damage. she needed answers and she would get them, even if she had to hunt him down to get them. when she lands in the little rural town, it is obvious that verona sticks out like a sore thumb and no doubt, they have already taken notice of her husband too. go to the apothecary, she’s been told.
the vampiress feels him before she even opens the door - the pull of his blood running through her veins thrumming in anticipation. as all of his kin can feel alongside her. “dragostea mea,” she soothes in her husky timbre. cautiously, verona approaches and leans towards him in a small part of yearning to see him again. “your retirement has brought on many questions.” scrutinizing gaze searches around her. the evidence of both flora and fauna perk her curiosity even more. returning to his scientific roots perhaps? “vadya, i implore you, don’t shut me out. tell me what you intend to do?” tell me your will and it shall be done. @nosferot
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her feet are silent on the floor as she lingers in the doorway of the bedroom. the door had just barely squeaked on its hinges when she drew it open and snow holds her breath for a moment, waiting. there is now no doubt her host could likely move with silent and horrifying efficiency but still she lingers and listens for footsteps upon the sound of the bedroom door swinging open. sleep had found her fitfully and only a little after the gruesome encounter in the night and snow is loathe to leave this room but for the growing hunger in the pit of her stomach. that's what drives her to take another step and then another still until she is heading through the halls towards the kitchen on quiet feet.
she's good at sneaking about castles. it had been the last several years of her life, slipping under the steady glare of the queen in order to sneak from bedroom to garden to kitchen and back again without being noticed. the only problem is the last one was familiar to her, was home for most of her life, and this one most certainly is not familiar and is not home. a corner is turned and feet stutter to a stop at the sight of him ; her host, certainly less gory than the night before. and looking ... different. younger, somehow, more vibrant. and it is daytime. snow blinks at him from the end of the hall and smooths her hand down the borrowed gown before crossing her arms before her stomach.
"... good afternoon," snow resolutely does not let her voice shake as she worries the inside of her cheek with her teeth, "i - didn't expect to see you." honesty seems the best option in this case, doesn't it? the lack of something in her hands feels terribly vulnerable ; though the candlestick would not have granted much protection last night, she's sure, it would have been something to fight with. "the kitchens are ... this way, aren't they?" perhaps if she keeps the conversation mundane and simple she can swallow the way her heart hammers in her chest.
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unsettling presence , utterly unholy . another akin to her , similar yet different . whispers brought information , bidding warnings of creature before her . vampire . moroi , creature of the night . hands clasped before her chest , fingers intertwined with each other , like a prayer . a habit taken from practice . whispers of dark lord bid her to welcome stranger , to welcome unholy brethren to sacred place . no threat was he to her , another like her .
❛ blessed day upon you , my lord . ❜ loving smile stretched across pale features , a peaceful sight . the whole world will be your enemy , daughter with a thousand enemies . allies are rare and scarce , hold them close . ❛ we are both children of him , aren't we ? in a way . what am i to call you then ? ❜ / @nosferot sc.
" you, " is the first word she utters, nothing at all like what she had planned to say when she came face-to-face with him. her entire journey here had been more work than mina could have ever dreamed: first a train ride, than a cab ride, then several hours spent wandering through clashindarroch until she was about to give up her search entirely, only to be guided by ... she wasn't sure what exactly to the open door she now stands before. all of this feels like a fever dream, or maybe the result of the brain injury she's surely suffering thanks to a tumble down a steep incline. arms crossed over her chest, she stares straight up into the face of @nosferot, " are gonna get me a cuppa and explain what the hell is going on. "
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“ it’s a full moon. ” sybill said, wayward gaze toward the sky. there was a comfort in knowing that no matter how many years she lived that there would be constants to guide her. she thought of the sky and the stars like other friends who peeked through the clouds to make sure to say hello. a unattended cigarette burns in her left hand. the smell clings to her clothes but she never seemed to mind. in fact she had collected it as one of her comforts too. a bad habit she had picked up that she’s never worked out.
she looked over, her shoulder relax, “ everything looks brighter underneath it’s light. ” cities or towns always looked the most inviting in the moonlight. divorced from the hustle and bustle of human life. there is a grin that tugged at the edges of her mouth. “ like a painting. ”
