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 Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 9:00 pm
  ℓєиωë тîωєℓєтяαιи ℓιкє α мα¢нιиє
∂αи¢є ℓιкє α ѕσυℓ
¢σмє, ∂αи¢є ωιтн мє... After a few moments more, Lenwë decided that it was time to head to the kitchen. Taking of his slippers in favor of the tennis shoes, he left his things in the room while he went for some break...no, dinner. He took a water bottle with him, intending to fill it up before heading to the studio. The jaunt to the kitchen was a pleasant one; he hummed Swan Lake as he went. He even thought of some choreography for Rothbart that would showcase the horrible dichotomy it was whenever he danced the part. When he ran into one of the servants, he made his request for a black towel and far more bandages than he was given. Fortunately, no questions were asked. But that was yesterday, and it was over. Today, he would start anew with a good dance or two, then going back to bed to catch the sunrise.
The elf was just thinking about how he might like to go outside after he was finished with everything he wanted to do when he went into the kitchen. He started a half step or two with his eyes partially closed as he went to the fridge. Between this, and his need for dinner, he didn't even notice his two masters standing there in wait. He opened it and grabbed a couple of fruit to cut up for dinner. Wrinkling his nose at the 2% milk, he closed the fridge, and bit into the apple he pulled out. He resisted the urge to wipe the juice off with his bandage as he smiled at the sweetness.
((OOC smile )
ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу fєєℓιиg {Only slightly hungry} ωнιℓє ι'м нєα∂ιиg тσωαя∂ѕ {Nowhere} ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу ωєαяιиg {A pair of spandex shorts, a t-shirt, socks and tennis shoes} αи∂ ι'м ωιтн {Whom ever is in the Kitchen}
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 9:10 pm
 Ａｌａｒｉｃ Ｆｅｒｄｉｎｄ პ Ｍａｒｙ Ａｎｎｅ Ｗｉｌｌｏｗ  Mary Anne suddenly looked over her shoulder when she heard a familiar voice humming a tune. It was Lenwe, and he had danced into the room humming a ballet, while he got some food for himself. Mary Anne had relieved expression since he seemed to be fine, that is until she saw the bandage on his wrist. That bloodied bandage illustrated the fact that he had been injured.
Alaric watched Lenwe with a somewhat annoyed expression until he suddenly smiled; a cruel smile.
"What a disrespectful servant; he doesn't make any attempt to greet his kind masters," Alaric said suddenly with a soft sigh.
Mary Anne looked up at Alaric with an alarmed expression. He seemed annoyed and it wasn't good when he was annoyed. Alaric was a very moody person so any little thing could set him off and Lenwe's failure to greet them had done so.
"Alaric..." Mary Anne said pleadingly, "Don't do anything rash..."
Alaric ignored her as he walked towards Lenwe with unknown intentions..
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 9:26 pm
ℓєиωë тîωєℓєтяαιи ℓιкє α мα¢нιиє
∂αи¢є ℓιкє α ѕσυℓ
¢σмє, ∂αи¢є ωιтн мє... Lenwë choked on his bite of apple as he turned to face them both. Struggling with the sinking feeling he felt in the pit of his stomach, he swallowed the peice of apple forcibly. After a small fit of coughing, he said, "'Quel undome, haruvi." He gave them a light bow. Once he straightened, he backed up a couple of steps, trying to put as much distance in between himself and Alaric as possible. His grey-blue eyes glanced over at Mary Anne, hoping she'd be able to help him.
After her plead, however, he found that doubtful. Alaric advancing on him was like watching a tiger. One might know what was going to happen, not that one could move. On a slightly, very slight, bright side, he wasn't much hungry anymore. "Apologies, Haru Alaric. I did not see you," he whispered softly. Somehow, he had a feeling that this meager apology wouldn't be enough.
Elvish Translation: Good evening
((OOC smile )
ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу fєєℓιиg {What is this sinking feeling?} ωнιℓє ι'м нєα∂ιиg тσωαя∂ѕ {Nowhere} ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу ωєαяιиg {A pair of spandex shorts, a t-shirt, socks and tennis shoes} αи∂ ι'м ωιтн {Whom ever is in the Kitchen}
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 9:39 pm
Ａｌａｒｉｃ Ｆｅｒｄｉｎｄ პ Ｍａｒｙ Ａｎｎｅ Ｗｉｌｌｏｗ Alaric continued to walk towards Lenwe despite the elf's effort to put some distance between them. He continued to stalk towards him until he was a foot a way from the elf. Alaric stared at him coldly, noticing that the boy's appearance was unacceptable. A distasteful scowl distorted Alaric's handsome features. Alaric raised his hand and swiftly smacked Lenwe. He hit him with enough force to send him to the ground, maybe even more but Alaric did not care.
"Your attire is unacceptable and so is your manners. You should know to always greet your master, and to dress appropriately. You are such a useless being who is too absorbed in dancing. Maybe I should break one of your legs to take it away," Alaric said darkly.
Mary Anne gasped when Alaric suddenly hit Lenwe with his amazing strength. She stepped forward to help Lenwe when suddenly, Alaric shot her a menacing stare which paralyzed her with fear. Mary Anne made no attempt to move, for fear of what Alaric would do to her, but mostly she worried for Lenwe's wellbeing.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 10:03 pm
ℓєиωë тîωєℓєтяαιи ℓιкє α мα¢нιиє
∂αи¢є ℓιкє α ѕσυℓ
¢σмє, ∂αи¢є ωιтн мє... As Alaric closed the distance, Lenwë set his bitten apple and the orange on the counter. The counter stopped him from being able to move back any farther. Holding his breath, he watched as Alaric looked him over. Then time seemed to stand still when Alaric's hand rose. Somehow, he knew it was no use dodging. Not that he didn't try; the prey had no choice in his reactions. The blow fell on the elf's cheek sending blinding pain through his jaw and snapping his head to the side. His momentum nearly landed him a second blow from the counter. He grabbed on to the counter, and landed heavily on it. But at least he didn't fall to the floor.
Once the flashing disappeared, there were white spots in his vision. He let go of his lungful of air, just realizing that he was holding it. Bringing his bandaged hand to his cheek, he felt tears forming in his eyes. They fell in hot streams down his face as Lenwë turned his head to look at Alaric. His eyes widened at the prospect of having any bone of his broken. Shaking his head, he spoke with a cracking voice, "Amin hiraetha, Haru Alaric." He lowered his hand and put his back to the counter once again. "Please," he whispered. "Do not break my legs." There was no glance in Mary Anne's direction. At this point, the elf knew that no one in the world would be able to help him.
His tears continued to fall, and it seemed as if the pain in his cheek and jaw would never go away. How badly would it bruise? Would he even live to see how dark his cheek turned?
Elvish Translation: I'm sorry
((OOC smile )
ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу fєєℓιиg {Pain and fear} ωнιℓє ι'м нєα∂ιиg тσωαя∂ѕ {Nowhere} ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу ωєαяιиg {A pair of spandex shorts, a t-shirt, socks and tennis shoes} αи∂ ι'м ωιтн {A very pissed off Alaric}
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 10:18 pm
Ａｌａｒｉｃ Ｆｅｒｄｉｎｄ პ Ｍａｒｙ Ａｎｎｅ Ｗｉｌｌｏｗ Crimson eyes stared at the weak elf with an emotionless expression. The vampire simply stared as the boy cowered before him, whispering a useless apology. It would be so easy for Alaric to hurt Lenwe but what use would he be if he was injured? None, so it would be pointless to injure Lenwe further when he was needed for more important things, such as a source of blood. The menacing aura surrounding Alaric seemed to dissipate slightly as he relaxed and even smiled slightly.
"Good, you understand," Alaric said, lightly touching Lenwe's tear streaked face. "Now, go and change into proper attire. Your training begins tonight," Alaric stated turning his back to Lenwe.
"Mary Anne, accompany Lenwe and make sure that he is properly dressed then guide him to our room," Alaric ordered before exiting the kitchen.
Mary Anne stood completely still until Alaric had left, allowing her to go tend to Lenwe. She appeared by his side and hesitantly reached out to touch him but stopped.
"Is it broken?" Mary Anne asked quietly, referring to his jaw.
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2012 11:37 pm
ℓєиωë тîωєℓєтяαιи ℓιкє α мα¢нιиє
∂αи¢є ℓιкє α ѕσυℓ
¢σмє, ∂αи¢є ωιтн мє... Lenwë tried desperately to hold the gaze the vampire gave him. But it proved too strong after a few moments; between the aura and the stare, he couldn't keep eye-contact any longer. The strength of the aura lessened and Alaric seemed to relax, but the elf couldn't find any reason to. When the pale hand rose again, he couldn't help but flinch and push himself into the counter. He whimpered lightly in relief when all Alaric did was set his cold hand on his cheek. The ice cold hand felt good on his now throbbing cheek. Once the vampire turned around, Lenwë felt his strength leave him.
The elf slid down to the floor and let out a couple of silent sobs, the trobbing in his cheek returning. His grey-blue eyes followed Alaric's footsteps until the passed through the door of the kitchen. He set his head on his knees and wrapped his arms around his head. Taking deep breaths, he tried to keep the tears from falling. Now not only was his left wrist sore, but so was the left side of his face and his neck. For a moment, he wasn't so sure that whiplash only happened in car accidents. Another sob wracked his body along with a whispered word, "Ammë." His head jerked up when he heard Mary Anne speak. With a furrowed brow and swollen eyes, he shook his head. "No, I do not think so," he said with a cracking voice.
Reaching up with his bandaged hand again, he felt the forming bruise tenderly. Already his cheek was tender, and he could feel it swelling. He stood, being sure to keep a fairly safe distance away from Mary Anne, and went to the fridge again, picking up the orange along the way. He put it back before he went to the freezer side and got an ice cube to ease the throbbing. His hand went back to address a different sort of pain in his jaw; this one was on the inside, and there was a metallic twinge on his tongue. He went over to the sink to rinse his mouth. When the water came out pink, he couldn't help but shed a few more tears. Another handful of water to rinse his mouth out, this time feeling the sting of the cut as he did so.
Lenwë rubbed his cheek with the ice, trying to keep the swelling down. He knew it wouldn't do much good now. He would just have to deal with the throbbing, and the heat that started to flare up all the way to his temple. With a glance over at the apple, he realized that he wasn't much hungry anymore. He felt badly that he was probably going to throw it away, but he may as well take it to his room. Perhaps he would eat it later. Close by was his water bottle as well. Well, he may not be dancing today, but a good trick to help the healing process was drinking lots of water. Picking it up, he filled it with tap water and sealed the top.
He threw the ice into the sink and picked up the apple before saying softly, "I am ready, Haru Mary Anne." He started walking out of the kitchen, making his way to his room, this time in a much less jovial mood. The elf made sure to keep Mary Anne at a fairly safe distance, i.e. not within easy arms' reach, though he made sure to stay respectfully close. He wasn't sure how Mary Anne would act if he were as "disrespectful" to her as he was to Alaric. Lenwë wasn't even sure he wanted to mess around with the vampire anymore. Perhaps everything would just be easier if he did what he was told. But at the moment, Alaric seemed to be taking away dancing. The elf couldn't live with that. He'd have to get around that particular restriction, perhaps waking up three hours or so before sunset. That way, he could dance, eat, be dressed, and make sure he was wherever Alaric needed him before he woke for the night.
Elvish Translation: Mommy
((OOC smile )
ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу fєєℓιиg {Pain and fear} ωнιℓє ι'м нєα∂ιиg тσωαя∂ѕ {Back to my room} ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу ωєαяιиg {A pair of spandex shorts, a t-shirt, socks and tennis shoes} αи∂ ι'м ωιтн {Mary Anne}
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:55 pm
 Mǽŗa♠♣ ♥♦════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ ♠♣ ♥♦
When she arrived at the kitchen she frowned at the awful feelings left behind in this place. Her abilities were frightfully small but the feelings were so strong she couldn't help see the fear...and an ache in her jaw made her wonder who had been hurt, physically and emotionally.
"Perhaps...not so different after all..." She murmured to herself.
But Maera was able to look after herself. She knew the consequences to disobedience as well as the next and at the same time she could still hold her head up, if only for a brief moment. She followed the woman further in and then took a good look at the place.
"May I ask what I am permitted to eat?"
...I serve to live ♠♣♥♦════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════♠♣♥♦
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 10:11 pm
Ａｌａｒｉｃ Ｆｅｒｄｉｎｄ პ Ｍａｒｙ Ａｎｎｅ Ｗｉｌｌｏｗ Lenwe moved away from her and went to the fridge to get some ice for the swelling in his face and to put some food he had taken out away. Mary Anne stood up and watched up silently, a sorrowful expression donning her features. Lenwe's tears and his cries had ripped her heart apart and she wanted nothing but to comfort him. However, she could tell that he feared her and probably even hated her too. Mary Anne couldn't blame him since he had been hurt by Alaric. There wasn't really much she could do to comfort Lenwe since she cared for Alaric, even when he hurt others. It was impossible for her to hate him. Mary Anne stood back, and simply watched Lenwe as he tried to keep the swelling to a minimum and when he was done, he walked to the door, waiting for Mary Anne to follow.
"Okay..." Mary Anne replied quietly as she followed him out of the kitchen.
Mary Anne glanced up at Lenwe and noticed that he kept a cautious distance from her. Was he afraid that she would hurt him too? It did make sense since she was the same creature as Alaric was. They continued in silence to Lenwe's room and when they were there, Mary Anne stopped at his door then looked to the elf.
"I will wait outside... Don't be too long," Mary Anne said, adding the last part.
She said that because she didn't want him to be punished for being late. Alaric was a very fickle person after all so that little thing could set him off.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 10:38 pm
 ▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀¤¸¸.·´¯`·.¸·..>>--» Ambrosia MacAllister «--<<..·.¸¸·´¯`·.¸¸¤—¤÷(`[¤* Current Outfit *¤]´)÷¤— Ж "I'm not afraid to fall
It means I climbed up high
To fall is not to fail
You fail when you don't try" Ж Ambrosia arched one eyebrow slightly at the figures she saw walking away, there was a tension about them and the male seemed to be trying to keep some sort of distance between himself and the girl, though he did not try to leave her behind... With a soft sigh the woman continued into the kitchen with Maera, she would have to keep an eye on them, that was all there was to it. Punishment was okay, to a degree she supposed...but if it was bordering on abuse, well, she was very much against that. The female's question took her by surprise, though she probably should have expected it. "You may eat whatever you would like to Maera. There are menus if you would like one of our chefs to cook something for you or you may make something for yourself." The Head-Mistress replied, a kind smile upon her lips. "And you are always allowed to speak freely with me."
Ж "I'm not afraid to fall
I've fallen many times
They laughed when I fell down
But I have dared to climb " Ж
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 11:44 am
Mǽŗa♠♣ ♥♦════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════ ♠♣ ♥♦ I live to serve...
She nodded and looked around once more, this time in search of something to eat. She'd been reduced to eating alot of nothing before but...the woman had said 'whatever you like'...
So she mad a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She giggled at how silly it must have looked. She was starving to death and all she wanted was a pb&j. She made two of them and a glass of milk before looking at the head-mistress and shrugging sheepishly. She then looked around for a place to eat and decided on the island in the center of the kitchen. Her hunger overtook her and she forgot her manners somewhat as she gulped down the sandwiches and milk to boot.
Once her hunger was staved she dabbed at her lips with a napkin and looked once more at the head Mistress.
"Forgive me. I have been a few days without food..."
...I serve to live ♠♣♥♦════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════════♠♣♥♦
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 8:07 pm
Ryoxu Demante 
Silence emitted from the both of them as they ate until the sound of the door opening, and then closing caught Ryoxu's hears. Ears twitching, Ryoxu turned his head to watch what seemed to be a couple enter the room. Scenting the air, the scent of death radiatted off of the both of them. The dark energy coming off of the male greatly disturbed Ryoxu, causing his ears to go flat.
Minutes later, a elf came into the kitchen in search of food. Ryoxu had read about Elves in books but never really met one before. To actually see one made him forget about the two vampires in the room. Hoever, the event that unfolded next shocked Ryoxu. Clearly, the elf was the male vampire's slave and the elf obviously did something to upset the vampire. As soon as the vampire slapped the elf, RYoxu and literally jumped out of his seat, but the vampire quickly left the kitchen after. Seeing that the female vampire actually cared about the elf, despite her not doing anything to stop it, Ryoxu hesitatly sat back down.
Eyes narrowed as they stared at the last link in front of him, he found that he had lost his appetite. "I am sorry Sara but it seems that I am no longer hungry." he apologized.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 8:52 pm
 Sarazain had stopped eating whenever someone stepped into the kitchen, but did not speak or look directly at them. She was still nervous about meeting new people in this castle. She ate quietly until she finished both her sandwich and milk. When Ryoxu spoke, she looked to him and nodded. "I should be going. I heard that there was a garden here," she said with a smile. She always loved the outdoors, and gardens were her favorite places due to all of the plants and nature there. "Thank you for keeping me company," she said as she stood, bowed politely, then began to put away her dishes before leaving the room. Accessories: A pendant.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 9:17 am
Ryoxu Demante
Ryoxu looked up in surprise and then nodded. "Very well, until the next time we meet." he answered just as she left the kitchen.
Leaning, Ryoxu waited for a few more moments before he himself grew quite bored. However, it seemed that one of the head-mistresses had made an appearnce along with another following behind her. Slightly bowing his head, Ryoxu stood up and went to wash his dishes.
Once the dishes were done, Ryo then decided to go exploring. He had heard that there was a lake, so thats were he would go.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2012 7:07 am
▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀¤¸¸.·´¯`·.¸·..>>--» Ambrosia MacAllister «--<<..·.¸¸·´¯`·.¸¸¤—¤÷(`[¤* Current Outfit *¤]´)÷¤— Ж "I'm not afraid to fall
It means I climbed up high
To fall is not to fail
You fail when you don't try" Ж Ambrosia inclined her head in return at Ryoxu and smiled slightly at him. As Maera went about making some food for herself the Head-Mistress walked over to the island and took a seat on one of the bar stools. Golden orbs followed Maera as she moved from place to place, a smile lighting her lips when the girl glanced back at her. It became quite obvious just how famished the pet was as she devoured her meal. "There is no need to apologize Maera, and you won't need to worry about such things here. Would you like to see your room now or look around the castle? Oh, we will also be having an event later tonight, you're welcome to attend it if you wish."
Ж "I'm not afraid to fall
I've fallen many times
They laughed when I fell down
But I have dared to climb " Ж
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