Welcome to Gaia! ::

*She seats herself gracefully beside Ruby with a gentle rustle of her gown. Her blood red eyes flicking to the book in her hand a she studies the title a moment and smiles.*

"You're a fan of literature then young one? I expected as much, but it's nice to have my assumptions confirmed. Tis a good novel you have there... However, the night wanes and we have much to discuss. We can start off with any questions you might have... which I'm sure are many... but perhaps in a more... private setting?"

*She ponders a moment and then continues*

"This is hardly a place to be disscussing the secrets of our great race... if you can tolerate the haphazard state of my new residence, you may join me there if you wish?"

*The vampiress's eagerness was encouraging to Adina and a genuine smile softned her rouged lips. She responds lightly, but her voice fills the room in a silken carress, brushing against places in your mind that normally wouldn't be touched or affected, yet everything about Adina seemed to be sensual... her voice, her gaze, every movement she made. It was almost startling when you realised it, and for some it was.*

"I'm staying in room 4 poppet. Come we shall walk together, the night is still young and you have much to learn my little jewel."

*She reaches out a lace gloved hand and clasps Ruby's within it, before leading her out into the hallway and towards the dormitories to discuss their heritage.*

((I'll post Dorm stuff tomorrow... I'm off for the night. Sweet dreams poppet.))

Chaos finishes the overly large book and closes it slowly thinking for a bit before rising and walking to the bookcase and returning the book to its' shelf. He ran a finger along the other book spines and sighed shaking his head finding nothing else of interest. He turned and returned to the couch slowly and sat down closing his eyes as he leant himself to thought. His mind wandered, skipped, and came back again all in the same turn.

His cloak flapped around his body as he stared at the back of his eyelids. He didn't move and didn't seem to be breathing. He was fully aware of his surroundings and would move if endangered. He slowly opened his eyes and stared at a single place on the wall. He stopped moving and seemed to stop breathing. He simply was just there...He almost seemed dead...and if a person had good enough ears they could hear his heartbeat in absolute silence...otherwise they would hear nothing. They would see a person sitting on the couch. Possibly think he was dead and begin to approach him before he reacted. He knew everything about his surroundings...even the things that weren't there.

*Sierra creeps into the room wincing slightly as the sunlight shines through the silk drapes hanging over the windows. She casts a quick observant glance around the room, her feral golden eyes glinting sharply. She spots Tranz dozing on the couch and feeling slightly impish she wanders stealthily over to the couch before pouncing on her unsuspecting friend*

"Nya! Ohayo gozaimasu Tranz-kun!!!" blaugh

xd *Glomples him and giggles blinking innocently*

"I'm sorry... did I wake you up?"

*She says knowing full well she had and tries to feign innocence* whee

*across the room, in a darkened corner appearing unnoticed sits a dark knight. He can be seen picking an old dusty book, covered in cob webs from the highest shelf, the pages of this book hard to turn and a deep shade of yellow from the many years that it hast not moved from the shelf. He opens the book as if he had every page, every passage memorized. The books Title hard to read for its true name has been worn away from the many years of neglect. Reading a passage from this book which the shady warrior seams to hold to him as the gospel.*

"In that dread desert , beneath moons' pale gaze, the dead men walk. They haunt the dunes in that breathless, windless night. They brandish their weapons in mocking challenge to all life, and sometimes, in Ghastly dry voices, like the rustling of sere leaves, they whisper the one world they remember from life, the name of their ancient, dark master

They whisper the name.... Nagash."

*After reading the passage, the grin on this dark Warriors face grows. his eyes blood red from the many souls of the daemons which he hast taken the head of. Tired and old, he cannot help but wish to destroy him self for his soul is lost, the souls of the daemons which he hast purged is all that remains and his body hast the thirst for blood which only the dread vampire has plagued him with. A sin to nature he returns to reading the mystery book, the book he call "the book of the dead" *

Sometimes stare *pokes her back*

*pokes back repeatedly* I KNOW NOT OF DEFEAT!!!!!!!