Blood Ties: A vampire rp (Open/Full-- will accept more)

[WilfullAbyss]

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WERE•WOLF /'ωє:ωυℓғ/
1 a shape shifting race of Downworlders who are cursed with Lycanthropy.
2 are diseased humans who turn into werewolves.
3 they are also referred to as "Lycanthropes", "Moon Children", or "Children of the Moon".

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At some point Rayce eventually begins to stir and wakes to scent of... copper? Blood, he smells blood. He glances around to now see a blonde woman lying nearby, a vampire from the smell of it. Blonde, female, vampire? Josette. Josette is in the enclosure next to him, looks like her big plan did not work out after all. That damn puppet master, always pulling tricks from out of his sleeve. Tricks, if you can even call them that or was it magic? How else can you explain him vanishing and reappearing like he had done and Josette. She... she somehow managed to ignite fire within the palm of her own hand. How the hell did she do that? Apparently these vampires are not just trying to become immune to werewolf blood but are also somehow managing to evolve with special abilities. It is almost as if they are preparing for some kind of war. He must get out of here and alert his pack master at once. If they are not endanger yet they certainly will be sometime soon.

He gets up from his space on the floor and walks over to snatch up the clothes that he quickly puts on before taking the plate of food and beginning to munch on it. Not too long there after he hears Josette begin to move about. In between mouthfuls of food he speaks.

"I really don't know how you can drink that stuff. It smells rancid, I can't even begin to imagine how bad it tastes."

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Mermaid Syreni

[DarkShadowEnchantress]

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Walking down the corridors of the estate, it seemed almost endless. Every turn they made, passing through hallway after hallway, some grand and some tight fitting, it was like a maze. In her slightly delirious state, it seemed that way at least, but perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if she was in a more conscious and aware state of mind. Being tugged when they turned left, and bumped into a bit when turning right, she could the area that she clinged to beginning to heat up. It seemed almost nice, being near this man, and yet somehow, not? Pondering her emotions for a bit, she questioned what exactly she was feeling. She knew 'how' it felt but the reason as to 'why' she felt so warm just being near him, so comforted by his softened gaze, and even though she knew him to be smug and perhaps shallow, she couldn't help but be suddenly invested into each charming word he could say. Luckily for her, he seemed to have no interest in doing anything to her or with her. He didn't even bother to do some harmless flirting like he did with Mistress Isabela, and especially towards Josette. Thinking on this further, she pondered whether or not he had been smitten by the french coven member and wondered if that was the kind of woman he was after. Josette was indeed pretty, as well as intelligent and quite friendly. She herself was not like Miss Josette. Soledad was a simple girl. Although she may have been popular in her village for her looks and skills, she was no match for people in this world. She felt that she could not even compete with anyone in her new life in intelligence, knowledge, or looks. Strangly, she never once had worried about this stuff, never really caring about it before. Her whole life had become about taking care of her Mistress and friend, Isabela. And yet, she had no qualms with that life, so how did she suddenly become so worried about her looks, and why was her worry specifically targeted at Darius... Was she...

Before she could finish that thought, Darius spoke, answering one of her questions. The sudden piercing of the silence with his words caused Soledad to abruptly come back to conciousness from dwelling deep within her mind. Worried he may think her not to be paying attention, she nodded to most of the things he spoke, answering back with a 'mhmm' or a 'nngh' while she composed herself as best she could incase he were to peer down upon her. They would be arriving at the medical facilities soon and she would rather not have to make up an excuse as to why her cheeks were so crimson and why her heart was at an abnormally fast pace. Thinking back to what he had just said, she realized she had missed out on a lot of information "Eh?" She blurted out loud her confused disposition in verbal form without intention. Her face fared no better as it gave her a confused yet commanding look, almost demanding that he explain himself. Realizing what she was doing, her head dashed away from facing him, back to its submissive gaze towards the floor in front of them. What was she thinking glaring at him like that? Wait a minute, that's how she normally is. What the question should be is why is he being so vague, and why did she just pull away from him? Feeling as though she was losing who she once was, she tried to push away from her emotions, attempting to cut them off and silence them for a bit. Although she didn't lift her head up to meet his, her eyes did move, now glaring into his face, regardless if he was looking back at her. "Y'know... you are being awfully cryptic..." Her voice had lost its innocent flustered tone and was now back to her more aggressive and stern inflection, being a bit frank and sarcastic with him. "Hmf" She turned her head away quickly, her hair flipping a bit in response. Brushing through her long black strands, she gave off a slight attitude as they continued on.

Thinking so much to herself, she had forgotten the she had been walking the entire time, and when Darius came to a sudden stop, she nearly bumped into the door in front of her. Luckily she had looked up in time and managed to stop herself before colliding with the door. The feeling of his arm trailing behind her sharply was also a grave hint, as she had not let go of her hold upon him. Flipping her hair as if acting tough, she backed up by his side and returned her gaze to the door, standing in her most assertive and dominant of poses. After realizing they were in front of a door, her eyes studied the decor and small details engraved into and around it. This did not seem like the door to any clinic she could imagine, and its positioning within the estate seemed hardly practical for a medical room. Furrowing her brows she stared more deeply at the doors. Suddenly, her eyes perked up as she came to a slightly frightening conclusion. Her head turned sharply at Darius, then back at the door, then back towards him as her thoughts sunk in. 'Was this door the entrance to his personal chambers?' Opening her mouth about to question him, her expression froze in place when he beat her to it. Her face slowing relaxing itself with her mouth closing shut, she listened intently to what he had to say. It seemed this was in fact the door to his personal bedroom and he had brought her there to bathe. Lifting one eyebrow at him, her face questioned his logic in his explanation. Now, she was one hundred percent certain that he was not going to try anything on her, but it still seemed odd to bring her to his room out of all places. He could have dumped her at one of the maid's doorsteps if they had a room upstairs, if not he could have dropped her off at one of the other guard's posts and had them deal with her, yet he did not. Why? Was she reading too much into this and he only brought her there for the simple reasoning as he described? If so, it was quite the strange way of thinking. He could have also taken her to Mistress Isabela's room so that she could bathe in there. She sighed, supposing there was no point in trying to figure out his way of thinking as she was already here and needed to clean her wound quickly. Her neck was also a bit sore and perhaps the hot water would aid in relieving some for that tension. Lowering her head at his remark, her eyes narrowed in anger at his sarcastic mocking tone. She had no venom to strike back with as her brain was depleted of all comebacks from her lack of energy and constitution. "Ugh, please. You afraid I'll slip or something? Are your higher ups going to whip you if I get a scrape or something?" Turning her head away from him, she gave angry pouting face as she waited for him to open the door. "Well, are you going to let us in or should I bathe in the hallway?" Not paying attention at the moment if he responded or not, she stood there waiting for him to open the door.

He had given the door a gentle push revealing the grandiosity of his chambers. In her eyes, it was magnificent. It was even more becoming than Mistress Isabela's room but she had no idea how that could even be possible. How could someone like him decorate with such precision? Frustrated yet in awe, she was shown into the room, albeit in a non charming way. After walking in, he shut the door behind them causing a small echo. This seemed a bit familiar didn't it? Holding her head with her injured hand, she felt a sharp pain inside her brain. Trying to remember was causing her a severe pain and she wanted to not further it so instead she focused on anything else she could. "Quite the enchanting room you have..." She trailed off, wincing to herself in extreme pain. She tried not to let it slip through her voice while lowering her head to seem as if she was alright. She hadn't turned around to face him yet, wanting her face to be more relaxed before doing so. "Did you decorate it yourself?" Turning her head towards him, she gave him an innocently curious gaze. She had come down from the pain finally and was holding in her desire to pant as the endorphins kicked in to help ease her. Turning away, she walked along the edge of his bed, running her finger across the sheets. "This material seems quite expensive. I rarely see it back in the South American Coven." Continuing her stroll of his room, she looked around at all the items he had on the walls and shelves. No matter what trinkets were, they all helped to flatter the room, showing his tastes to be quite exquisite. Stopping abruptly, she turned her head sharply back to him before speaking again. "You only partake in the finest things in life, don't you?" If this was true, she most certainly had no chance with the man. In a way, she was asking this to help ease feelings. If he said yes, she viewed herself as no obvious choice and would conclude him to never look at her in such a way. If he said some sort of profound explanation, she would have to read into its meaning, which would be more difficult. It was easier if he said she had no chance with him, then she could kill her feelings, bury them in a coffin, and lay them to rest. Sadly for Soledad, this may not be the case as her feelings were forced in her when Darius fed upon her tantalizing neck.

While awaiting his much desired answer, she strolled over to the other side of his bed reaching a door which appeared to be the bathroom. Turning the knob like someone exploring an abandoned house, she carefully opened up the room, revealing that it too was elegant. 'This guy really likes nice stuff doesn't he?' Making a teasing smile, she played with the though that his roomed appeared this way so that he could enchant unsuspecting maidens before ravishing them throughout the night. Covering her mouth, she giggled to herself not understanding how someone could fall for such a ploy. She would never be caught being charmed by someone with their fake smiles and flowery words. He would have to be 'amazing' in order for that to happen, and she doubted Darius to be anywhere near 'amazing'. Letting her bag fall to the floor in the bathroom she turned her gaze back to Darius before speaking yet again. "Regardless of the logic in it all, I do appreciate you letting me shower here." Glancing in the bathroom she was relieved to see a curtain at the edge of the tub shower hybrid. She highly doubted he would walk in on her, but it was always nice to have a thick concealing curtain to protect her exposed bits. What if he needed to get something from the bathroom? At least with the curtain he could do that and neither would have to worry about the awkward moment that would come with him seeing her. Walking over to face him, she stood close in front of him, wanting it to be awkward so that he knew he couldn't do anything to her. Looking him straight in the eye, she spoke in a calm tone, even though her words were stern. "I probably am a bit too weak to be showering right now, but I think I will head in there anyways." Turning her back to him she headed to the bathroom and on the way spoke in an even more serene yet gentle voice. "Thanks by the way..." she mumbled, almost not wanting him to hear her confession of thanks. He was always so cocky, she didn't want to give him any leverage on her that he could use. Before fully entering the bathroom she paused yet again and spoke out loud to him, this time in a more teasing and even taunting manner. "And don't worry about me. I have the utmost confidence that you won't peak. Besides, if you try, I'll hear you walking in before you open the curtain to see me, so you can't really surprise me."

Walking into the bathroom, she left the door cracked quite a bit to show that she had not begun to shower just yet. He may need to grab something from the bathroom and so decided to give it a bit before shutting the door on him. Placing her hands on the counter top, she gazed into the mirror in front of her. Her face looked so horrid. She looked so tired, so weak, and the dirt from the outside didn't help much either. Her hair was somehow intact regardless of all the turmoil that had happened to her. Perhaps it was because it was tied to the side? Frowning to herself questionably, she turned to look at the door. Not wanting him to notice, she walked over to the shower and turned on the water from the top faucet so that it rained down onto the tub floor. The loud sound of the water would muffle her footsteps to normal human hearing, allowing her to feel more calm in what she was about to do. Soledad could not help her unrequited feelings for Darius and because of this, she closed the bathroom door and peaked out to see what he was doing. If he was going to take off his shirt and pants through, she was going to slam that door shut. She had never seen those parts of a man, and was oddly quite worried about seeing them for the first time. She didn't even want to get near that line and always took precautions before allowing her eyes to be stained. After watching him for a bit, she realized the water had finally warmed up and quickly pulled herself away from her gazing. Hopefully he hadn't really noticed her or she would most likely be mocked or thought of badly. Sighing to herself, she had forgotten to close the door fully and began to slip off her flamenco like skirt leaving her in her undergarments and slightly long white shirt. Folding it up she placed it on the edge of the counter for the sink and immediately bent over to take off her shoes. She always did that when she wore her skirt. She would forget to take off her shoes first before removing her skirt. She really needed to break this habit. Gently placing her shoes at the side, she quickly pulled off her shirt and folded it neatly, laying it on top her her large skirt. She almost forgot about her hose and bent over yet again, slowly lowering them off, those being the last items of clothes on her before her undergarments.




►COMPANY:Darius ✖✖✖►LOCATION:Darius's Room✖✖✖►MOOD:Calm • Smitten • Playful
Wearing: Slip/Top /// Skirt /// Bangles /// shoeStyle shoeColor

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((Hope you don't mind I mimed Darius a bit))

WilfullAbyss

[WilfullAbyss]

"In the end, we all discover

Who's fake, who's true, and

Who would risk it all for you."

∂αʀιυƨ ℓʏиk

Cryptic? Well of course Darius is being cryptic he feels as if he has no other option. If he were to choose to attempt to explain things to Soledad she would no doubt not believe a single word he said. Not to mention it would make him look bad to Isabella for disclosing information to her hand maiden without first consulting her about it. Darius already has enough troubles to handle what with that damn werewolf stirring up mischief and now the French vampire in cahoots with him. Along with all the lying he has and probably will have to continue doing in order to keep his tracks covered.

He cannot help but scoff as Soledad snaps at him in reference to whether she will be able to handle bathing herself or not. This woman certainly has no idea who she is toying with or rather what she is toying with. He can easily snap her neck with a flip of his wrist, but of course that would be more of a hassle to clean up and explain later. So the odds of that ever happening are slim to none.

Upon entering his private living area Soledad gazes around momentarily before inquiring if he had personally decorated. Of course he had, silly woman. Darius highly dislikes allowing anyone into his room, even if they are workers or what have you. Besides no decorator from this day and age would be able to get their hands on half the items located here. They are things he had picked up over the decades from various countries like Greece, Russia, and Brazil. Items that are undoubtedly worth a fortune.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I did and it feels expensive because it is expensive. There really is no need for you to be touching things..."

Darius narrows his eyes at her as she advances on her little tour of his room before once again stopping to ask yet another question.

"In a way, yes I suppose you could say that but perhaps not all things."

He may enjoy living quite the lavish lifestyle but he has learned over the years the majority of the women who also appear to have the same desire for beautiful things really only want his money. What was it a friend of his had called them before? Ah, that's right. Gold diggers. He has surely run across a number of those in his day. He chooses not to respond back to Soledad when she makes her way to the restroom and voices her appreciation.

Once Soledad walks up to him, practically standing nose to nose Darius takes a step back. Even though very little time has passed since he had fed, the intoxicating aroma of this woman's blood still dances around her. Keeping as much distance as possible is surely the best decision. He lets out a sigh of relief when she finally disappears into the lavatory. Air, fresh air. His head jerks up and toward the restroom. What was that? Peak, him, Darius Lynk? Ugh, well this woman certainly must not take him for the gentleman that he truly is. He would never... He frowns and thinks her statement over. He now has half the mind to do it, just despite her. Darius rolls his eyes at her comment about the sound the door would make. She is so oblivious to the fact that he could easily get away with it, that is if he really wanted to.

Now that she had completely gone into the restroom and shut the door Darius turns the opposite direction and sucks in a big breath of air then slowly lets it back out. Finally, time and space to himself. He can think and clear his mind about everything that has taken place over the past several hours. Normally his mind is not in such shambles but this woman, this human, what is it about her? It is almost as if the mere smell of her has some kind of control over not only the physical aspects of what he is but the mental aspects as well. He has this uncontrollable urge to somehow make certain no other vampire has even the inkling of a chance to fee... He gasps. Isabella! Does she feed upon the woman as well? Soledad is her servant after all. Oh, no of course not. Soledad hasn't the faintest idea of what he is which means she does not know about Isabella either. Unless! Unless Isabella has also managed to keep her blood lust hidden away from her servant as well. Hm, he will have to delve into this matter much deeper at some point in time, very soon. He shakes the thoughts from his mind, he is becoming paranoid and talking nonsense. He must stop overthinking the situation at once.

Darius walks across the room to an antique wooden chair with a cushioned maroon seat adorned with golden accents. It is here that he takes a seat and leans back on it placing one elbow on an arm rest as he glances toward the restroom. The door, it's open? He narrows his eyes as he is more than certain the door had been previously closed. Had she been spying on him? Or better yet was this her way of mocking him? How dare she... His other hand lies upon the right arm rest as his fingertips begin to tap the wood in rhythm while he tries to figure out exactly what Soledad is thinking.

Maybe she is not so innocent and ignorant after all. What if, instead, she left that door open as an invitation? Oh come on Darius, that is just silly she nearly bit your head off just moments ago before entering the room. He raises an eyebrow as his finger tapping continues. Although he can easily take advantage of the situation... No, no certainly not doing that. Giving into carnal urges is only going to cause his blood lust to grow. He will merely just sit here and patiently wait for her to finish.

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Where: His room
Company: Soledad
Mood: Calculating

DarkShadowEnchantress

[DarkShadowEnchantress]

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Somehow she had begun to feel a little bit more upbeat towards her situation. Perhaps it was the fact she was finally safe in a secured place or maybe it was dehydration, the hot steam from the shower was going pretty hard, but either way, she was in a better mood for that moment, even if it was only minute. Completing the removal of her stockings, she quietly folded them and placed them with the rest of her clothes. Standing there silently in her undergarments, she gazed down at her clothes only now wondering if she had brought spares. Quickly she kneeled by the doorway and shower tub and fumbled through the items within her bag. Digging deeper within its contents, she pulled out a new white shirt which appeared exactly the same as the one she had worn before. Indeed it was the same, as the people in the coven had her pick out an outfit she liked and crafted her nearly identical pieces so that she would be in a sort of uniform the entire time. That was also why she had been required to wear stockings the whole time, along with those horrid kitten heels she was forced to wear. How she hated having to keep her balance the whole time while still trying to be on top of every chore and command people would give her. It was all so annoying. Sighing a bit about the wear, she knew there was nothing she could do about it now. Packing everything back into her bag, she pulled out a thinly made piece of fabric which would later unfold into a simple thin strapped night gown. Standing back up, she laid the sleep wear on the top of the sink for her to slip into after her shower. She wasn't about to put on a brand new outfit to walk from his room to the maid's quarters only to have to take it off so go to sleep in her night gown. Also, because she still had to visit the clinic before going down to her bed, she would be getting her new outfit even more dirty, and after that, she only had one outfit left, along with only having three pairs of undergarments, including the one she was wearing currently. Those were even more important for her to wear clean during the day than having to wear the same outfit twice in a row. All of this mess had grown quite troublesome for Soledad, and she finally decided to slip off her undergarments and hop into the shower.

Prior to entering the water, a thought popped into her mind. Quickly, she peaked her head through the cracked door, hiding her body behind the wall as she had become fully unclothed at this moment. "D-Darius... I am going to leave the door unlocked... just incase you need something." Her voice had removed itself of all sarcasm and spite, sounding more informative and calm than anything. It was laced with a bit of stuttering, revealing her nervous embarrassment at the fact she had no clothes on, but that wasn't the point of her speaking to him so she paid it no heed. "After all, it is your bathroom, and I wouldn't want you to be unable to retrieve something necessary just because I was in the shower. Besides, the curtain will be drawn so no harm done." Somehow, she was able to say all this without sounding awkward in any way. Her voice revealed no ulterior motives or hidden wordplay, only speaking to him in almost a attentive phrasing. To her, there was nothing wrong with what she had said, nor the way she had said it. Back in the South American Coven, she was required to share a bathroom with the other staff and servants that worked for the estate. This she got used to quite quickly, but on the rare occasion, she had been too far away from a facility and was aloud to use Mistress Isabela's private washrooms. Now, she had seen the public restrooms for the coven members when she had been forced into cleaning duties, but it was nothing like Darius's grand master bath, nor like Mistress Isabela's back at home. Because she had been so used to her Mistress, and since it was her bathroom, she would leave it cracked in case the Mistress needed anything from the counter tops, and on a few occasions she actually did, so to her, this seemed more normal. And if Darius did indeed need to come in, she naively only assumed that he would only enter for the item he needed and then hurry back out. The thought that what she said could be misinterpreted never once crossed her mind, nor did the idea that what she said sounded really close to an invitation. Since her mind was mostly preoccupied in attending to the cleansing of her skin and wound, while not wanting to be a burden on Darius's good will, she absentmindedly forgot to think on a more correct social state.

Flashing Darius a slightly warm and playful smile, she poked her head back into the bathroom before shutting the door behind her. Finally she would be able to bathe and get to bed, but not before getting her hand cleaned up, something she wasn't looking forward to. Leaning over, she tested the water with the top of her injured hand, regulating the controls to make sure it wasn't too hot or too cold. After the adjustment period, she stepped into the water and began her bathing. The water was so relaxing against her skin. She could feel her muscles begin to loosen up with every passing second, and for a moment, she stood still, letting the water caress her delicate skin. Pushing her hair back behind her head she squeezed the water out of it before looking for something to wash with. In organized piles around the bath there were plenty of different soaps and rinses for her to use. Grabbing a few, she opened them up to smell them one by one. Some had a more musky strong smell, while others had a more airy and clean scent. She wanted to smell like a girl, not like a guy. Luckily, she found one that smelled a bit flowery, having an ever so light hint of rose petals. Deciding that this simple yet subtle rose scented soap would be the one, she washed her hair and body using it until she was cleaner than she ever had been before. She wouldn't get to experience a bath like this again and wanted to make sure she made the best of it.

Finishing up with a clean and air scented conditioner, she stepped out of the bathroom onto a drying mat on the floor but not before turning off the water to the shower. Looking around she spotted only one towel in sight hanging on a metal pole against the wall. Looking closer at it, it seemed to be Darius's personal towel, not something she wanted to steal from him. Tip toeing around the bathroom, she checked a few cabinets in her wet condition, obviously not checking the right ones as she found no large bath towels around. Eventually she located a towel large enough to barely cover her but it was enough to dry her body with. Her hair would have to fend for itself. Taking the time to dry every inch of her skin, she pondered what to do again about her clothes. She would have to risk not wearing any undergarments for the remainder of the night as she couldn't risk running out tomorrow or the next day and having to recycle old ones without cleaning them first. She may have lived a rural life before, but it never involved wearing the same undergarments twice in a row. After tidying up her skin, she began drying her hair with the towel, just enough so that she could put on her gown without it soaking up all the water. Slipping the gown on, she smiled at the familiar sight of home. She had this gown for quite a while, and it always reminded her of happy times when she was safe. The funny thing was, that was how she felt now, safe and secure, even if it was in a room like Darius's. Finishing up with her teeth and other small things, she packed the rest of her dirty items into a separate compartment in her bag and stepped out of the bathroom.

Upon her initial exit of the bathroom, she could feel the sudden breeze of cold air brush past her lower legs as the heat escaped the bathroom enclosure. Wincing slightly at the air, she remembered that her hand had been sliced open. Glancing over it visually, it had become mostly cleaned out from the running water of the shower. If she moved it too wide though she could see red seep out from the deep reaches of its crack. Instead she kept her hand a bit closed, using her other for most of the everyday dealings, at least until she had it bandaged. Turning her head a bit, she could feel that even her once bruised neck muscle had softened into a far less painful state. Smiling she walked over to Darius and stood in front of him a bit before speaking "Sorry I kept you waiting." Turning to his side she propped herself on the edge of the bed at sat there to continue her sentence to him. "It really helped with my aching shoulder though." Laying her bag down on the floor, pulled for her sliced hand and showed it to Darius. "Even this is looking pretty good, wouldn't you agree?" She only held out her hand for a bit allowing Darius to see or hold it if he so chose but becoming tired of leaning forward, she pulled her hand back, needing to use it for balance.

She was starting to feel more and more cold as time went on. Was it perhaps his room had air conditioning, or maybe she was beginning to feel sleepy so much so that her body was more sensitive to the cold? She had no time to answer as she remembered what happened when one was cold, and seeing as she had no undergarments, it might be a bit of a problem. Quickly she tossed her arms across her body in an X like formation, the top of her arms shielding her chest a bit, with her hands shielded her lower body. Her night gown, while not made of transparent fabric, was still rather thin, allowing those who focused hard enough and in the right lighting the ability to see what hid underneath, at least somewhat. Sitting there in the silence, a bit embarrassed at the fact she had previously recalled, she could smell the scent coming off her body. Because of the hot water raising her body heat, it evaporated whatever scent was most pleasant to those near her, but for her it was the scent of the roses in the shampoo she had used in the shower. Taking it in she smiled a bit before returning her gaze back to Darius. Her hair was still a bit wet so to prevent it from wetting her gown, she pulled it over one of her shoulders and tied it up with her rose hair scrunchy, leaving bare the other side of her neck.

Peering more closely in the the man's eyes, he seemed to be a bit worn from the days long and tedious events. It was to be expected though as he had to navigate all those people around all day long while still keeping guard over the entire stronghold. Frowning a bit, she didn't really want to nag him anymore than she already had and instead turned over on her stomach on his bed and began fumbling through her bag again. The downs of the shower were finally beginning to kick in. At first she felt refreshed and revitalized having been cleansed of all dirt and toxin masking her skin but now dehydration was kicking in and pretty roughly too. She could feel herself being quite famished as well, but she wasn't sure if the pains were from lack of food or lack of fluids, as stomachs did tend to send out the same pain signals for either or. She slowly began to slump down further and further on his bed sheets. They were so fluffy yet delicate and she could feel herself heating up the material around her, making it all the more harder to stay away. Lowering her head down on the bed, she laid in the uncomfortable position of being on her stomach, only to make sure she had enough discomfort to not fall asleep, but her weaknesses were making it quite a difficult task. Pulling her injured hand into her vision, she gave it a few slow blinks, analyzing how to take care of it if she didn't make it to the clinic in time, and if she had the right tools and first aid to do so. Thinking further on this, she concluded that while she may have bandages and gauze, she had no ointment to speed up healing and would need some from the clinic to keep from getting a scar. Laying her head back down, she felt her strap slide off the injured side of her lower neck, falling only slightly off her shoulder. When slouched like this, thin straps tended to fall as they were only made to be as tight as needed for standing position. She cared not to bother with it since she was on her stomach facing away from him, he would not be able to see, so she just laid there, packing her things back into her bag while trying to stay awake.

Instantly she remembered that she had been invited into Darius's room, and she was there alone. Her heart began to pick up again, almost falling comatose to her sleepy desires. Blushing to herself, she continued to face away from him for this way, he could not see her face and thus would not be able to tell what she was feeling or thinking. Even though she knew what her brain saw and remembered her initial disdain for him, she couldn't stop these new feelings from doing whatever they pleased. She also had a strange suspicion that they might not last forever, feeling as though she had been bitten by a love bug who's side effects will wear off on her eventually, hopefully sooner rather than later. Until then, she would have to deal with them, but at least she was able to feel that they were dwindling, not much, but enough for her to act more normal around him without seeming like a school girl with a petty crush. It made it really easy for her at the fact that he was so condescending towards her, and never once trying anything on her nor using his flowery charms. No matter, she wouldn't believe him anyway. She'd just question why he would act like that and it would stop him in his tracts. There was no way he could ever get to her.


►COMPANY:Darius ✖✖✖►LOCATION:Darius's Room✖✖✖►MOOD:Exhausted • Smitten
Wearing: NightGown /// Shoes

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WilfullAbyss

[Mermaid Syreni]

Josette's Theme: La Petite Mort

xxxxJosette began to stir once more. This whole not being able to tell what time it was thing was starting to get on her nerves. Rayce was up, eating the food that the guard had given him. He complained about the smell of the blood she had drank earlier. "Oh mon cher, it taste wonderful to me." She said as she stretched her arms in the air. "Humans describe it as tasting metallic, but for a vampire it just taste, well. . .good. I was born a vampire so I have never tasted anything else. Some say it taste like a fine red wine, others say it taste like chocolate. To me, it taste like the essence of life. It's like drinking a warm happy memory if that makes any sense at all. I will say it doesn't taste good cold like this one did." she said pointing to the discarded bag on the floor.

Looking over at the wolf, he was fully dressed this time around. A pity that she couldn't see his toned abdomen any longer but it was for the best. She smiled and looked him. "You know, you are very cute when you're a tired wolf. You look cute when you're awake in wolf form as well but you were too busy snarling at me to enjoy it." Josette might as well have a nice conversation considering there was not much to do but wait at this point. "You're fur reminds me of a chocolate chip cookie." What was she saying? Sure his fur did but it was a very threatening cookie with big blue eyes. Crawling over to his side of the bars, she sat down and hugged them close to her. "I'm so sorry. . .for everything. I've made a mess of all of this." It was hard to admit, but things look hopeless again. Even if they got out, the council would have posted guards everywhere by now. Maybe not though. They probably didn't want the other's to know what was going on.

The air conditioning came on, making the unit make a soft humming noise. It came from inside her cell up high. It rattled a little, distracting Josette from her conversation. "Wait a minute. . ."she said as she looked closer at the unit. Maybe she could try to harness the air that was coming out of the vent. Air was hard to manipulate because you can't really see what you're doing with it. She wasn't familiar with it, but maybe she could try. She looked over at the man. "I'm going to attempt to blow down the cages with the air. What I'll need you to do is help push the bars with me." With that she looked up at the vent, putting her hands up to where the cool air was coming out. Closing her eyes she focused her energy on the air, feeling the mass and fluidity. She locked in on the element and slowly started to make the air come out faster form the vent. It was at a nice steady pace now, but she needed more power. Putting all her energy into it, Josette kept increasing the capacity of it. The wind grew stronger and stronger, eventually blowing the iron around the vent clear off. "Start pushing!" she yelled as the wind grew stronger. Her hair was blowing wildly around her like she was in a tornado. As soon as she had control over the air, she went over to the cage and started to push hard on the bars. The wind was so fierce that the debris started falling around the room. God forbid there was a guard around to hear it.

The bars started making a creaking noise as the air pressure and her arms assaulted it. She started to yell, putting her whole body into the bars. They had to be close by now. Her energy was waning and she could feel it happening. Things started to get blurry and dark. Just a little longer she thought as the world started to turn black. This is what happened when she used all her strength to focus on the elements. The bars creaked moaned even louder. A chunk of the ceiling fell from above where it was holding the bars in place. More and more of the cement started to fall to the floor as the wind raged on. Josette heard a snap, but before she could look at what it was, a block of cement hit her on her head, making her fall to the floor and into oblivion.

Translation:

Where: Romanian Stronghold Dungeon
Wearing: Night Wear
Company: Rayce

Out Of Character. . .

WilfullAbyss

[WilfullAbyss]

"In the end, we all discover

Who's fake, who's true, and

Who would risk it all for you."

∂αʀιυƨ ℓʏиk

Darius is not so patiently waiting as Soledad finishes her shower and eventually makes her way back into the main bedroom. She apologizes for the wait before speaking of her shoulder and wounded hand of which she holds out toward him. The cut still being relatively fresh manages to attract the attention of all of his senses at once. Though she smells of soap products nothing can ever really mask the smell of blood from a vampire. Luckily she pulls her hand back away from him before his blood lust begins to stir once again.

"Yes, it looks fine..."

He averts his eyes away from her laceration before she goes on to beginning to rifle through her satchel. It is more than obvious to him that this human is weak. More so than usual as humans are typical just weak in his eyes anyway. She had changed into her night wear, Darius wanders why she had chosen to do so as they still needed to go by the infirmary and what she is currently wearing certainly is not proper attire to be roaming the halls in his opinion. Then again her cut appears to be doing well, perhaps she has decided not to go the infirmary. She does seem to be making herself rather comfortable on his bed, maybe too comfortable. He is not one to allow the help into his room normally and he certainly would never allow them to touch his things so why is it that she is getting the impression from him that this okay for her to do? He ponders this for a brief moment before coming to the conclusion that he must have been being too nice to her as of late. He is never nice, that is unless he is getting something out of it. Which technically he did get something out of it, a meal. That was in order for him to show her to the servant's quarters though. Since then he has been dealing with a lot more trouble because of her... So in that order of thinking he really ought to get something else out of it. It should not be that hard to do, especially with the fact that he had recently bit her. Surely the effects from the bite will persuade her to given, that is assuming he needs the help because in most cases he does not need help wooing any woman.

"You look frail and awfully tired, maybe you should rest before we continue to the infirmary."

Darius gets up from his seat upon the antique chair and makes his way over to the bed where his eyes slowly trail her body from head to toe and then back up once again to meet hers.

"Is there anything that I can do to possibly make your stay more comfortable for the time being?"

(O.O.C: )

Where: His room
Company: Soledad
Mood: Calculating

DarkShadowEnchantress

[WilfullAbyss]

ʀαʏcɛ ғɛʀđιиαиđ

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WERE•WOLF /'ωє:ωυℓғ/
1 a shape shifting race of Downworlders who are cursed with Lycanthropy.
2 are diseased humans who turn into werewolves.
3 they are also referred to as "Lycanthropes", "Moon Children", or "Children of the Moon".

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Rayce can never imagine the taste of blood would ever taste good to anyone but he supposes if one had never tasted anything else then they probably would not even know what tastes good or bad. Tastes like the essence of life? Well of course it tastes like the essences of life in a way it is life, humans cannot live without it. A brief glimpse of Josette biting him and sucking the blood from his body flashes in his mind but quickly disappears as he knows that can never truly happen. If it were to happen it would end up killing her. He looks at her with a confused expression.

"Cute? You think I'm cute in my animal form?"

Surprisingly a small chuckle comes from within him, something he had certainly not done in quite a long time being that he had been locked away for as long as he has.

"I think that is the first time I have ever heard that one... You do realize that if they had chosen to put us in the same enclosure together there is a very good chance that I would have torn you apart? Not to be graphic or anything but well, naturally I don't think the same way when I'm a wolf compared to when I human. When I'm a wolf it's all instinct and to my instincts you smell like a vampire and vampires are my enemy."

The air had kicked on and Josette concocted some scheme to at least try to escape. Blow down the cages with air, she can do that? It was fire before, now air. She must have some kind of control over the elements. This vampire is definitely more dangerous than she appears, her looks are extremely deceiving. Rayce realizes now that he needs to be careful and watch his back around her more than he originally thought.

As she had stated she would Josette uses the wind escaping the a/c unit to star pushing at the bars and it actually seems to be working when as pieces of the ceiling begin to fall away. With this much assistance it should not take much from him and they should be free. At least free of their cages, as for getting out of this building that is a whole nother story.

He gets up from his location on the ground where he was previously eating and makes his way over to the edge of the cage using what strength he has to start pushing at bars. It takes no time at all and they give way just as Rayce hears a snap and crash.

"Josette!"

Rayce quickly makes his way around all of the debri and over to where the fallen vampire is to uncover the rumble from atop her body. At this point is unsure of what to do, it is not like he can check her pulse. Vampires are basically dead, they have no pulse. She unconscious and there is nothing he can do about that. He definitely cannot wait around here for her to wake up. All the noise they caused had to have attracted unwanted attention. They have to get out of here and they have to go out now.

He grabs her by the arms and lifts her up before standing himself and tossing her limp body over his shoulder. Hopefully he still has time to at least get out of the dungeon and find a hiding spot until he can figure out where the closest exit is.

Making his way up the stairs and to the large wooden door he cracks the door slowly and listens intently for any movement in the hall. It is silent and he does not smell any signs of vampires close by so pushes the door further open to take a look for himself. Coast is clear so he slips out and shuts the door behind him. Naturally the door open would attack a passerby's attention, maybe this will deter the vampires from thinking the racket had come from down there. Problem now is which way does he go, left or right? There is really no way of him knowing he will just have a to pick and route and hope it is the right choice in the end.

Rayce decides to go left and continues down the hall for a fair amount of time before he begins hearing voices heading in his direction. Not wanting to be spotted he finds a closet and slips inside making sure to the close the tight behind him. While here he sets Josette down and squats down himself peeking through the crevice of the wall and door as he waits for the owners of the voices he had heard to pass by.

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Mermaid Syreni

[DarkShadowEnchantress]

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There was a long pause in silence as she laid there unsure of what to do or say. She felt that perhaps he was waiting for her to let him know she was ready, but there was a lot the chance that he may be resting himself, or he might have even been waiting on her so that he could use the bathroom to clean up too. She frowned a bit to herself before flipping over on her side, propping herself up with her arm. She tilted her head down, looking past her body in order to see if Darius had anything to say, any sort of action, anything at all, but for that moment, he did not. Feeling a bit of a sting in her hand, she turned over to see that in her position of resting on her elbow, it was pulling her skin tight near her hand, causing her wound to be spread wide. Delving deeper into it she could see it about to leak open again. Not wanting anything like that to happen, she pushed herself up off of lounging position and into a sitting one. Afraid of hurting it further, she allowed her hand to rest face up on her thighs hoping the relaxed positioning would allow it to seal itself up again. Her other hand had institutionally grabbed the wrist of her injured one, revealing to those paying close attention the slight pain she was feeling. Now in sitting position, her head faced down lazily at the floor as she listened for Darius to break the silence. It was becoming worrisome as she wondered if perhaps Darius had grown irritated with her. Turning her head away a bit, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and relaxed.

Feeling the dehydration take over, every so often she could feel her body tremble. If she was perfectly still and relaxed, it was no problem, but anytime she moved or used muscle, she could feel her body quiver with each movement she made. The worst part was when she used her hands for skillful or delicate procedures, but for right now, she would not need to do that. Looking up at Darius in her weakened state, she caught a glimpse of him gazing at her. Was he eyeing her body? Blushing massively, her head quickly turned away as her thoughts raced over this. Thinking about it further, she remembered that her outfit was different, and it was in fact pajamas. Out of all the options he could possibly have stared at her for, she assumed one of the more naive and innocent ones, and concluded that he was wondering why she was wearing her night wear if she still had to leave his room. This was true. Wearing her nightwear through the hall could be quite embarrassing or even be considered too revealing for such a place like this. At home she would never have done this so why did she ever think it would be okay to do it somewhere else? Thinking about it further she remembered the lack of clothing she had but began to reconsidered wearing actual clothes instead of pajamas, or maybe at least putting on undergarments. Thinking about this further, she pondered weather or not she had brought a blanket of some kind, or even better, a jacket. Rummaging through her bag she realized that she had indeed brought something that would help cover her and bring her outfit to look more like everyday attire rather than sleeping wear. Being pulled out of her bag was a delicate lace white shawl. She had forgotten she packed such a thing as it was intricate and only used for mildly cold times, as it was too hot to wear in summer and not warm enough for winter. Also, it was white, and it wouldn't go well with any of her maid outfits. It was actually something she had brought from home made by her mother and a few other of the skilled seamstresses in her village. It was one of the few personal objects she had taken along with her. Thowing the delicate shawl over her shoulders, she was able to change her look to a more sundress type of style, albeit it all still looked rather thin.

Rubbing her eyes for a bit she was taken aback by the sound of his voice. Even though the silence had not been for long, when the air was so still and quiet as it had been, it made time feel like it was passing by so slowly. Sitting up more straight, she tried not to look as tired as she felt inside. She was lacking nutrition more than anything, sleep being the second out of the two energies she was missing. Interrupting her thoughts was Darius who seemed to voice his concerns with her appearance. Had he actually noticed her tired and weakened figure? She had been attempting to conceal it most of the time but it seemed Darius was more perceptive than she gave him credit for. She would need to watch out for this in the future when trying to hide things from him. Now that she thought about his actual words more specifically, perhaps a quick nap wouldn't be such a bad idea. She was quite tired from everything that had happened today and now that she had showered, she was even more exhausted than before. At least she was clean though. Without expecting it, Darius stood up, as if having made a decision about something. Curious, she watched him move closer to her in a rather strange manner. Frustrated at herself for not understanding why, she stared down at her lap, feeling out the atmosphere. Seeing his shadow near her, her eyes glanced up at Darius who was becoming quite close. Anxious about the proximity, Her body leaned back a bit into her hands which now supported her weight from behind. She had also simultaneously scooted further into the bed, her legs no longer able to touch the ground. Giving a worried look she glanced up at Darius who seemd to have a rather amazingly unbreakable poker face. Why was it so hard to read what he was thinking? She hated not being three steps ahead of everyone, and without being able to read his true expression, she felt at a loss for what to expect.

He had become rather close to her but she didn't move any further, not wanting to seem afraid or startled by him. If he knew that opposing dominant physical closeness with another made her this hesitant, he might be able to get away with more things, especially now that her feelings had kicked back up again. They had been seemingly gone for these past few minutes, but suddenly, as if by his mere gaze on her, she had those feelings resurface, making her heart rate increase. Again her cheeks began to blush, and in order to hide it as best she could, she lowered her face a bit more, now unable to see his, even with her eyes staring upwards. Gripping the bed sheets a bit tighter from her built up internal tension, she was somehow relieved when Darius spoke to her again. "Ah, well... yo-you've done so much..." Soledad stumbled all over her words when trying to reply to him. With a combination of so many feelings arising at once, she was having a bit of trouble concentrating on what to do next. It wasn't helping that she was so tired, nor did it help that he was offering to let her rest there on his extremely cozy bed and tend to her comfort. Struggling with herself, she decided that maybe it might be best for her to leave his presence as she could feel herself slipping back into her emotions of uncontrollable slight infatuation with him. "P-Perhaps now is a good time for us to head to the clinic..." Upon saying those words in her worried voice, she had attempted to change the subject in order to keep him from finding out about her feelings. Attempting to move to the edge of the bed, she bed she found that Darius had somehow pushed even closer to her. When did he do that? Maybe it was during a time she wasn't paying attention, and that was why she needed to leave. After looking down her legs, she realized he was standing directly in front of her. Although only parted a few inches, it was enough space for someone to stand in the middle of her legs and block her from escaping. Was this positioning on purpose? Couldn't be. It was all just a big misunderstanding in her mind. Surely Darius would move to one side or the other soon enough and allow her up. Or maybe...

Worried at any of the other options being anywhere near close to being true, she quickly changed her mind as to what she was going to do. "Or maybe..." her head slunk down, seeing only the strong chest of Darius imposingly shadowing her demeanor, like an oppression she couldn't fight against. "y-you could take a look at my hand..." Finishing up her sentence she lifted her hand slowly upwards allowing it to rise above her submissive gaze assuming this would be enough to distract Darius and change the odd looming feeling of the room. It wasn't dangerous per say... but it felt as though something was hidden from her knowledge, and she didn't like not knowing what was to come, or what he was thinking or planning. "I'm sure its not that bad... Maybe you could even fix it, right?" Her words had a small hint of shyness through their cautious yet nervous tone. She kept hoping to herself that she was over thinking things, overreacting, and that nothing bad was to happen. Thinking about it more, she suddenly felt like a fool for thinking anything was going to happen at all. Why had she suddenly become so weak minded? Was it due to these unearthed feelings she now had for him? Were they they cause of all her mental turmoil? Sighing to herself, she snapped a bit out of her worry and instead arched her back into a more strong posture. Her good hand was the only thing keeping her up, so she had to be careful which way she bent or risk losing balance. Waiting for Darius to react, she reassured herself through logic that Darius had her best intentions at heart, even if he was a bit sneaky about certain things. There wasn't any reason he would want anything to do with her; this room was proof enough. He had so many nice objects laying around, lavish and comfortable bed spreads, even his clothes looked of top quality craftsmanship. How could someone like her ever fit into this kind of category? There were two other women in this place she knew for sure would fit his tastes far better than she. Maybe, just maybe, he wanted to know more about the two women and was only spending this much time with her so that he could ask her for help? Seemed like an innocent idea, but perhaps too innocent. Darius didn't seem like the type ot even allow love into his heart, well, not the kind of love one would feel for a wife or husband. Friendship love, yes, love for food or materials, yes, but true love for a woman? Maybe once in his life he did, or maybe he never had, but what was it to her if she knew or not? All she really needed at this moment in time was some rest, and for someone to fix up her wound. In the end, she really did hope that Darius could put some ointment on it as she had grown for too flustered and tired to want to go to the estate doctor.



►COMPANY:Darius ✖✖✖►LOCATION:Darius's Room✖✖✖►MOOD:Exhausted • Smitten • Apprehensive
Wearing: NightGown /// Shoes /// Shawl

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WilfullAbyss

[Mermaid Syreni]

Josette's Theme: La Petite Mort

xxxxDarkness ensued for the second time today. If she was human, this might be a problem. A headache ensued but now was not the time to deal with it. Her eyes flickered after awhile, feeling her body move back and forth on the back of someone. Please be Rayce. she hoped. They went into a dark room and the door shut behind them. He put her down and looked out through the door to see of anyone was coming. A few voices passed by but didn't stop to investigate. It sounded like they went to see what happened in the dungeons. "Rayce?" she whispered weakly. Manipulating the air had weakened her a lot. She wasn't sure when she was going to feel normal again but for the sake of her mission to escape alive, she would have to recover soon. It was dark and quiet for a while. No one had passed by for a while. Josette decided to take this time to talk to Rayce.

"I took a bit of a tour before I found you so i know the layout a bit. If they are aware of the situation then leaving through the front is hopeless, but I did notice that the gardens connected to the stables. There has to be a way out from over on that side." She stood up and wobbled a little. Her body was not ready for this escape. It would have to be in any case. Peering out of the cracked door, she saw no one and heard nothing. Hopefully Rayce had gotten them far away enough from the dungeon as to not see any guards. They would have to take a chance regardless. No one could stay in the closet forever. Taking a moment before leaving she looked into the wolf's eyes. His tender blue gaze pierced her heart with a long forgotten feeling. Josette closed her eyes and kissed his cheek. " Peut-être dans une autre vie. . ." she started to say. No, she wasn't going to rule out a chance at something with Rayce. It was something to look forward to afterwards perhaps. Grabbing his hand, she opened the door and looked out. The coast was clear so far. It looked like they were in the west wing, the men's dorms. Perfect, it was near the exit to the garden. Josette started to run with Rayce in tow. She found a door leading outside. She prayed it was dark already or she might not make it. As she opened the door, she saw it was one again night. Letting out a sigh she began to form a plan. "Stay close to the walls and stay low."

The garden was beautiful at night. The flowers glowed in the moonlight and the small trees swayed in the October breeze. There was a fountain in the middle of it all, trickling water down from it's spire. Now was not the time to awe at it. Suddenly a group of mean appeared, guards by the look of it. "Hide!" she whispered to her companion, as she ducked behind a rose bush. The men walked around surveying the area. She wasn't sure if it was normal protocol or if they were looking for them. She heard one of them say all clear and they vacated the garden. Josette sighed with relief and looked over at Rayce. "The stables are not far from here." She got up and headed towards the stables, smelling the scent of horses not to far from them. They had made it to the wooden structure and behind it was the fence. It was tall and made of iron. unsure if she could clear it she looked to the wolf. "Do you think we can make it over?"

Translation:

"Perhaps in a different life. . ."

Where: Outside the Romanian Stronghold
Wearing: Night Wear
Company: Rayce

Out Of Character. . .

WilfulAbyss

[WilfullAbyss]

ʀαʏcɛ ғɛʀđιиαиđ

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WERE•WOLF /'ωє:ωυℓғ/
1 a shape shifting race of Downworlders who are cursed with Lycanthropy.
2 are diseased humans who turn into werewolves.
3 they are also referred to as "Lycanthropes", "Moon Children", or "Children of the Moon".

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Rayce makes sure to keep his main focus on his trail of vision through the crack in the door. Hoping, praying that nobody was going to come by and happen across their temporary hiding location. In the meantime Josette goes on to tell him they have a better chance of escaping through the gardens than the front gate. Which, considering the main gate is guarded nearly twenty four seven, any alternative route is definitely better than leaving that way. The front gate will have to be an absolute last resort.

Rayce raises an arm toward Josette as she warily makes it to her feet from her previous position on the floor just in case she needs assistance. Once to her feet she takes a brief moment to gaze into his eyes and give him a quick peck on the check before proceeding to say something in French. Nothing he understand of course, so also hopefully nothing important. Before he knows it she taking him by the hand and leading him out of the broom closet.

They made it a fair distance out of the castle and into the garden before a small group of guards appear and they both dive into a nearby bush. Once they were gone Rayce continues to follow after the petite blonde keeping a look out in every possible direction for any sign of danger. Making it to the rather tall fence Josette becomes unsure of herself and asks whether or not they will be able to clear it. Staring up at the metal structure briefly Rayce thinks it over and returns his attention to her.

"I shouldn't have any trouble getting over but I'm not entirely sure you will be able to. When need to..."

His voice trails off as he takes a look around and his line of sight falls upon a braided rope. He quickly runs over to grab it, throwing it over his shoulder before returning to the female vampire's side.

"I'm going to climb up and throw the rope down for you so I can help you climb up. We're gonna have to hurry though, we're kind of out in the open here."

Rayce turns away from Josette and takes a deep breath shaking both of his hands at his sides as he tries to gain his focus. A normal human even a grown male adult would never be able to clear this gate. Luckily for him, being a werewolf has given him heightened strength and senses. Something that certainly comes in handy in a situation such as this.

He takes several steps back and lunges toward the gate, clearing it and steadying himself at the top in a matter of seconds. Peering down at Josette he cannot help but reveal a small smirk.

"What? You're not the only one that has a few tricks up their sleeves y'know?"

Rayce wraps the rope around his right wrist and hand then tosses the other end down to Josette as he prepares to pull her up. As he is doing this he notices a couple guards coming out the back door. One of which points in their direction and yells.

"s**t! They seen us, we gotta. Now! Move it!"

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