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| Valerice | Mar 8 2010, 10:41 PM Post #1 |
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The Huntress
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Valerice watched the female leave, her massive entourage cantering right after her. A single guard was left with her, and of course the many patron of the bar but she hardly noticed them. They no longer had any sway in the vote of her life. That was entirely up to the female she had just met. Her electric blue eyes roamed over the male, Draken as the Queen had called him, trying to assess his age and powers. He was probably her own age; a few decades older pray haps. But not someone she had to give full attention. With a heavy sigh she turned towards the chair holding her bag, twin scabbards connected to the side. She hefted the thing up before turning back to the male. His eyes were watching her intently, quite ready to fulfill his Queen’s commands to the T. But he was hardly mindless. There was a spark of intelligence in those blood red eyes of his. “A moment,” Valerice said with a raised finger. “I wish to change out of my travel clothes.” No matter what fate she was heading into, the training she had had beat into her as a human child dictated she would never meet royalty within their home dressed like a vagrant. So she trooped into the ladies room at the back of the bar. She was quick to change from the filth covered rags she had been wearing. Her shirt was a deep blue, compliment to her eyes, which had a corset cinched tightly around her waist. Her pants looked more as if they had been painted on with a silver cloth belt hanging on the right side to her knees. Her boots were laced up with a matching silver cord to her knees. She pulled out the cloak from her bag, black and velvet, tossing it around her shoulders. Normally she’d have put on a dress but she wanted the ability to run unhindered as possible. Outside of the room, she found her guide to her doom at the door. He didn’t say a word before leading her towards the looming palace. The feeling of thousands of eyes, ears and voices assaulted her as she walked down the street. Apparently, she had become quite the popular topic in the past hour or so. Word sure did spread in this city. Lavish gates of black, a blood pouring fountain, elegant gardens, beautiful floors. Valerice felt very out of place. While she loved expensive and heavily decorated and could certainly appreciate the look of all the marble and fine touches, she was not used to this kind of opulence. Draken, the guard, decided to leave her soon after announcing her to the Queen. Valerice looked around the amazing yet still darkly creepy thrown room. The Queen herself was seated on the thrown up a set of a few stairs. She dipped into a deep curtsy as soon as her eyes met the female. She was, metaphorically if not almost quite literally, royally screwed. Congratulations! You have found an Easter Egg! PM Annick with this link!
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| Indira Ves'enthe | Mar 9 2010, 07:31 PM Post #2 |
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.:[The Blood Queen]:.
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Atop the crimson cushion of her throne Indira waited, pale hands resting on either arm of her massive chair. Across the hall she stared, her bloodied gaze never leaving the massive double doors before her. As a statue she sat poised, ready and waiting, as she'd been doing for centuries. After what felt to be far too long a wait, those colossal doors slid opening, revealing the night outside, allowing Valerice her entrance. The girl had changed clothes. Indira was both pleased and surprised. Her guard shouldn't have allowed that, surely. No matter, she was here. That was all that mattered. Indira's chin lifted as Valerice stepped forward; her lips curled in a smirk as she bowed. "Welcome to Lasymor." She raised her arms in welcome, her voice reverberating off the marble walls. "Very few have stood where you stand now. Consider yourself lucky." She fell silent as her body rose, stepping to the edge of the pedestal on which her throne sat. "I do apologize for the crowds. They are as addicted to spilled blood as I. They'd like nothing more than to watch your death at the altar." For a while the hall was silent, thick with the anticipation, even the guardsmen rocked impatiently back and forth on their heels. Though whether they were eager to see the girl leave Indira's presence, or eager to see her blood spilled on the altar was uncertain. After what surely felt like an eternity, Indira's cherry lips parted once more, her decision finally made, "Siaraia will be disappointed tonight. You will not encounter the altar, Valerice Chezoveka. Consider this a gift, my child. You have broken my Code, and I do not take that lightly. However, considering your circumstances, and your experience with my guard, your action will be dismissed, and no blood hunt will be called in your name." She stopped again, her gaze passing from Valerice's expression to her guardsmens' shocked and rather disappointed faces. "Know, however, that I will be watching you, Valerice. Guards will keep their eye on you for the duration of your time in Siaraia. If they witness anything suspicious, you will be brought directly to the altar, and no trial will be held. I trust that is clear, and I trust that I need not see you here again." Her words echoed from the walls, falling to silence as she watched the girl for a reaction, as she tried to come to terms with this uncomfortable feeling, this act of forgiveness. Indira could hardly believe her own words. Edited by Indira Ves'enthe, May 22 2010, 10:41 PM.
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| Valerice | Mar 17 2010, 11:17 AM Post #3 |
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The Huntress
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If Valerice had been alive still she would have fallen over dead. She could hardly believe her ears as she looked at the elegant Queen seated on her throne. Surely she had heard that wrong…No, her ears were in perfect working order. She was being allowed to live. Giving another sweeping bow to the Queen she said, “I thank you for this gift, Your Highness. Now that I know of the Code, nary shall I dare to cross it again. My sincerest apologies.” She stood back up, watching the powerful female. It was quite a wonder she had been let off with just…well, a warning was all. No one else had thought she would live. The collective mummerings of the males around the elegant, albeit creepy, castle were enough to tell her she should have been toasted. Lain on the alter and left until the Sun was at full might. Internally she shuddered at the thought of going like that. It could take days for a vampire to be fully killed by the Sun. It seemed the older you got, the longer it would take. A newborn would go up in flames within an hour, maybe even minutes. She was not so young. “And I take the….note that my time spent within the city shall be monitored,” she said. Great, another thing to worry about. First she comes here just looking for her freaking brother, gets hit on by a dumbass fanged face, and then gets her life threatened by the scariest woman she had ever met. “Be there anything else I should take note of?” |
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