Knil Lanif
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- Posted: Tue, 27 Mar 2012 22:05:16 +0000
A soft sound at first, the light crescendo from what seemed to be a soft breeze until it became a soft hum of strummed strings. It was in the lavished room of Chloe's that these sounds seemed to emanate from. The room was elegant in an Elizabethan meets modern sort of matter. The floor was a polished dark wood that reflected the ornate ceiling and the designs set along the edge and corners of the ceiling, odd but intricate plaster designs sat there, hardly viewed but add much to the room. The room itself was large. A medieval hearth sat on the left wall from the thick oak door. to the right on a slightly raised floor covered in rich dark blue carpet sat a fore poster bed with elegant white and pastel blue gauzy fabrics draped over the dark wooden bed posts that appeared to be carved in a twisting design. The bed was plush and neatly made. Blues of many shades, white and black decorated it, pillows were piled against the head board that had a carved design of a night sky. The far wall held massive glass double doors that lead out to the stone balcony.
Heavy midnight blue curtains hung there to hide the sun when day arrived. The walls were made of stone and brick. The furniture was a mix of wooden antiques that matched the wood of her bed to modern items, such as a high tech stereo, a nice expansive TV and the like. Before the crackling fire sat the owner of the room in question, Chloe, sitting on one of two over stuffed chairs before the warm fire, she played her ever soul wrenching music with her lovely cello. The same cello from her days in France. Over the polished surface of the cello seemed to be a splatter of darker drops, stains.. from her blood. it was a painful reminder of her past, but it had also been a gift from her dear older brother, so she simply could not part with it. The song was slow, a trance of feelings that would cause any soul to pause and look at with awe, the simple beauty that could be brought out with an instrument often shoved to the back of an orchestra had so much potential, and she adored it, always would. Dressed in a modern style [Dress] she sat and played. Her white blond hair falling over her shoulder as she worked the strings with a fluid grace her oddly makeuped eyes were closed as she lost herself in her own music, lost in the passion.
Chloe was in no way a common vampire, though she may be young, she is still clearly a lady of class and purpose. She often simply refuses to be "common" among any group, far too used to being of some sort of importance among others from her life in her small town in France, even when taken by the crazy vampire he had worshipped the ground she bothered to step on. Though she had such need for importance, she was also patient. She was young, for a vampire, not as young as some, but she knew as time carried on she would become stronger, her self restraint and powers that had already blossomed were proof that she was too be much more then a simple vampire, she was sure, determinedly so, that as time carried on, she would become powerful and rise within the ranks of the vampires, whether she be forced to wait 130 years to be considered an Elder, she would not be a simple elder, she would be strong and make sure many would notice it. Oh so she may seem calm and her face leaves one to think she is harmless, she was far more. Currently within the vampire society she occupied herself with being one who had information on most vampires and doings within the city they held as their own, when one wished to know, they came to see Chloe D'clare.
Heavy midnight blue curtains hung there to hide the sun when day arrived. The walls were made of stone and brick. The furniture was a mix of wooden antiques that matched the wood of her bed to modern items, such as a high tech stereo, a nice expansive TV and the like. Before the crackling fire sat the owner of the room in question, Chloe, sitting on one of two over stuffed chairs before the warm fire, she played her ever soul wrenching music with her lovely cello. The same cello from her days in France. Over the polished surface of the cello seemed to be a splatter of darker drops, stains.. from her blood. it was a painful reminder of her past, but it had also been a gift from her dear older brother, so she simply could not part with it. The song was slow, a trance of feelings that would cause any soul to pause and look at with awe, the simple beauty that could be brought out with an instrument often shoved to the back of an orchestra had so much potential, and she adored it, always would. Dressed in a modern style [Dress] she sat and played. Her white blond hair falling over her shoulder as she worked the strings with a fluid grace her oddly makeuped eyes were closed as she lost herself in her own music, lost in the passion.
Chloe was in no way a common vampire, though she may be young, she is still clearly a lady of class and purpose. She often simply refuses to be "common" among any group, far too used to being of some sort of importance among others from her life in her small town in France, even when taken by the crazy vampire he had worshipped the ground she bothered to step on. Though she had such need for importance, she was also patient. She was young, for a vampire, not as young as some, but she knew as time carried on she would become stronger, her self restraint and powers that had already blossomed were proof that she was too be much more then a simple vampire, she was sure, determinedly so, that as time carried on, she would become powerful and rise within the ranks of the vampires, whether she be forced to wait 130 years to be considered an Elder, she would not be a simple elder, she would be strong and make sure many would notice it. Oh so she may seem calm and her face leaves one to think she is harmless, she was far more. Currently within the vampire society she occupied herself with being one who had information on most vampires and doings within the city they held as their own, when one wished to know, they came to see Chloe D'clare.