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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 9:21 pm
Joachim grinned. Not all valuables were made of gold. Following Azealia to the top of the tower, Joachim grinned, noting what non-metal objects would enhance his fortune. Another fine fur rug lay on the stone floor, not of a bear, nut of a great black cat. Walking closer, details in the fur, such as spots became apparent. A panther rug. How...rare. The walls also help such valuables. A fine orient tapestry hung on an otherwise barren wall side. An oil painting depicting gods of a far away land engaged in battle hung over a polished oak desk. The desk itself held more then one small trinket or two. A Victorian inkwell, complete with a feather and whale bone pen.
Grinning, Joachim estimated that over half the items would be well worth their price. He also estimated that most would sell for more then their actual worth. Stepping over to the desk, he began to inspect the drawers. Personal information was scare, love letters from men across the land however, were in abundance. Testaments to the queen's beauty and renown. Some of the letters had been opened, but, for the most part, they were sealed. Hidden away in a desk drawer.
He set them back to their home in the forgotten drawer. No need for such things.
He looked around for any other valuables. Spotting the closet, he walked over to it, having a good idea as to what was inside.
His idea proved true, furs of various beasts lined the walls, some rare, others commonplace. Dresses of Fine silk, richly colored wool, and other highly valued items were in abundance. Joachim scowled. With one dress, a family could afforded food for all of winter. The contrast between classes somewhat disgusted Joachim, yet, he also could not help but dismiss it as a fact of life.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 5:50 pm
 Azaelia’s gaze instantly swept over the surroundings, as soon as she was able, taking in the details slowly. There was no obvious gold lying around, that much she was aware. In the back of her mind, she knew the chances of the Snow Queen—or anyone around this snowy village—keeping gold for whatever reason was unlikely. She hadn’t come to the Snowshire for that in the first place. It had been another reason entirely, Azaelia mused.
Her ruby-violet gaze slid towards Joachim as the vampire moved into the same floor. He was sporting a chillingly powerful vibe, but that was easily because he had drunk so much emotion from the dead queen. Again, her attention flickered away, swirling amidst the room. She didn’t care much for the rich and expensive items about the room, still preferring the fine shine of gold and—perhaps silver.
Jewelry was nice; she had to admit that. The tall wooden bookshelf filled with dozens upon dozens of books caught her attention. She trailed in the air towards it, since nothing else had caught her attention, and slowly read the titles. Many were general topics, as the queen was fairly knowledge; some were rare, but Azaelia had no knowledge in those. There were, however, books that held no letters for their titles and simply held together with plain-faced covers.
Her gaze wavered, turning towards Joachim. The vampire was too busy inspecting the other wares; did he care about the books? Unlikely, they were heavy and more of a burden to carry. Azaelia twisted back to the shelf, reaching over and began to tug at the faceless books until they dropped to the floor—pages flipping open and going unheeded. One, however, landed with a hollow thump, and the ghostling smiled vaguely in triumph. It may have been a basic attempt, but pretend-books could hide away important objects.
Azaelia clamped down mentally upon the book, lifting it up easily to her fingers. The hollow book, after ripping away the lock, revealed an intricate necklace and a ring. She toyed with the larger accessory with her hand curiously, eying the glow of the diamonds and sapphires embedded within the pieces.
So, the woman had been a queen, after all.
Not that Azaelia would have recognized the significance, other than to think it pretty.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 11:08 pm
Loading his pocked, and his dark orbs, with the valuables, Joachim couldn't help feel that the queen deserved what she had gotten. She lived with fine fur rugs while an old man in the village had frozen to death. She had fine, expensive things, while the hunter down the way could barely afford the taxes. The more Joachim plundered, the more he felt the queen's fate was deserved. She had been blind to others, and focused only on herself.
'b***h' he thought, filling another dark orb with various whalebone pins and ornaments.
Looking over at Azealia, he found himself to be pleasantly surprised. Books fell in thumps, and a pile was starting to accumulate at her 'feet'.
He had to admit, the girl did know a bit about searching. Most never thought to look in books. The object she had discovered on the other hand...
"Clever thing," Joachim said, his voice hitting a silent tone, "what is it you have found?"
((Sorry for the shortness /fail))
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 11:20 pm
Her gaze flickered briefly towards Joachim, showing some form of surprise as if she had totally forgotten of his existence. However, the red ghostling merely grinned enthusiastically, swinging the exquisite ornament around a finger with obvious glee. “Azaelia found the Snow Queen’s jewelry!” she chirped letting her ghostly body shift and fly towards the older ghost. “A necklace!”
“And a ring,” she stated, almost in an afterthought. The empty book flew from behind her, floating gently to a halt before them. Azaelia concentrated a little more and the ring floated up into view, spinning and sparkling in the dim light. Words caught her attention, embedded on the internal area of the ring. It wasn’t entire surprising to her with how many trinkets she tended to take from the humans.
The childishness faded for a moment, red-violet eyes darkening as she let her gaze read the interior. “To rule is to encase thy heart in ice,” she murmured lowly, voice losing the child-like pitches in return for something more dark and rich. Azaelia’s lips faded into a wan smile, attention shifting away as her gaze slid towards the window. Shadows seemed to leak into the room as the sun sunk down. It was funny, for a fearless child like Azaelia to give in to darkness.
It was as if the child still contained her fear of the dark. Yet, the past was so long ago!
Was it the case though? Who knew? It didn’t matter as long as she could wake.
She closed her large fists over the glowing items, knowing her alter ego would enjoy the trinkets to bring back to their hideout. While the child could forget and pretend the long ago memories, she could not. This Azaelia didn’t find the pain in her heart to be a trivial thing. Still, she didn’t need to muse over such unpleasant things now. Her gaze shifted back to Joachim; he was such a pretty vampire. Had he wanted to manipulate her earlier? “Mm… your anger at a dead queen is amusing.”
“Does it make you feel any better to steal her old belongings?”
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