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Faithofthefallen Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 9:49 pm
The cathedral of the vampire coven puts a lie to every vampire stereotype. The inside of this vast and beautiful building is elegant, and bright with royal blue curtains, Mahogany floors, and intricate, towering silver veined marble columns that reach up to the domed ceiling. brightly colored tapestries of respected vampires, and beautiful scenery adorn the stone walls and every corridor is brightly lit by squat white candles in flower shaped silver sconces attatched to the walls every few paces. There is not a coffin in sight, the central chamber (with all the columns) has twelve wide and carpeted stairways leading up towards a labyrinth of chambers that house the vampire community, which was relocated into the cathedral for the protection of the entire coven a few centuries ago when the lycans began to lead nightraids, picking off the families one by one, the result was disastrous for the vampires, who are a very cultured people and generally prefer to ignore their unwelcome neighbors (the lycans, witches, and humans) than to shed their blood. Well for the most part. Shavas led the two witches through the central chamber, aross the east wing, and down three flights of stairs until they arrived at the arched entrance of the conclave's throne room. The entrance was guarded by two burly vampires, each fully dressed and armed for battle. They looks they directed at the witched were scathing, and filled with disgust. None of the other species had ever been allowed into this room.
Shavas massaged her throat, obvioudly completely miserable as she attempted to quell the thirst that was burning in her throat. Her steps faltered and she staggered over to a seat, her mind roaming towards the vast blood bank a few rooms down the hall. A few buxom blode vampires of the servant class stepped foreword to hand out a some sliced fruit, finger sandwiches and drinks; Wine for the humans and a shot of blood for the vampires. Shavas downed it quickly and motioned for another one, a dribble of blood running down her chin.
She was honestly dying to know what was so important that the regis had called an unprecidented meeting such as this. She looked across the room to where a very pale cluster of humans sat. Humans, witches, and vampires congregating...here? Seriously what the hell?
She glanced over at the two witches, "Well come on then, you might as well sit down Tsuki and....?What should I call you little witch?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 2:55 pm
Elara turned to Shavas in her avian way. she gazed at her with her owl eyes for only a few moments. "You may call me Elara." she ruffled her feathers a bit then she began to morph. all of her feathers shaping, turning, and growing into hair skin and clothes. Elara quickly sat in the nearest chair, and looked around for others in the room who might have seen her. her cheeks flushed pink, with embarrassment.
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Faithofthefallen Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 9:40 am
Her toothy smile revealed her elongated fangs, the only distinguishing physical feature between her race, the witches, and the humans, well aside from the bright blue blood that pumped through her veins ut you wouldn't notice that unless you cut one.
"alright then Elara, my... not so little vampire friend." Her indulgent smile was slightly strained, the witches had given her any number of reasons to hate them throughout her many lives, but somehow she couldn't overlay this young woman's charming features with the features of the hardened women who had teamed up with the lycan's and the humans to toss screaming vampire infants onto the hot coals in her last life, the witch who had driven a barbed spike into her eye, spilling her shiny blue blood across the ground and ending her life when she fell, driving the spike into her frontal lobe. Her pale fingers caressed the silky eyepatch that covered her eye, her whole and uninjured eye. Sometimes at night ghost pains would thrash in her skull, leaving her screaming and writhing on the floor in her rooms, mere ghosts of the pain she had recieved then. Her blue eyes affixed upon Elara with a new hate. I know your kind....better than you do perhaprs she hissed within the confines of her mind.
Asmodeus, Michael, Dagon, Belial, and Raphael; the five vampire elders took their seats at the fore of the room. They, unlike the rest of the vampires, would not shed their physical shell after a hundred years and remain dormant until once again callen up by the coven for a new life. The elders; although they did not appear old, as their titles suggest; retained the same form throughout the centuries unless killed. two of the elders were squalling infants, born only a few month ago as twins. the other four were still in dormant stage. The twins would be raised as normal children until their early twenties, when their memories would begin to resurface and they would take their rightful places on the council. most of the children didn't even realize that there were such things as vampires until they reached adulthood, it was rather silly actually. Up till a few months ago, she had thought she had ran away from her father and became a vampire to get back at him, but she had always been a vampire. The knowledge depressed her slightly...
Their regent, currently Asmodeus, stood and walked to the center of the room, his long cloak billowing out behind him like an ominous black cloud. He scanned the room with his piercing green eyes, Shavas couldn't help but notice that you could see the outline of his abs through even the supposedly loose fabric of his long black robe, her small smile was approving. She longed to run her fingers through his blonde hair, hair as light as her own. She should not feel this way, she admonished herself. Asmodeus' partner, his soul mate, was Selaphiel, another vampire elder; killed in the last big war between the races. Their bond was one she could not compete with, she must have only imagined the approving glances he seemed to direct her way at the oddest times, she refused to acknowledge the barely veiled invitation in his eyes every time he retired for the night. She would not be his dalliance, let him wait for Selaphiel's rebirth.
If only she could retrieve the rest of her memories, so she could find her own soul mate. Every vampire had one, but she hadn't had time for the mind numbingly boring practice of meditation, the only way to bring your memories back in full force.
Belial trailed behind Asmodeus, looking dazed and frightened. New emotions for the usually cocky young man. His brown hair was slightly mussed and his golden eyes remained unfocused as Asmodeus nonchalantly grabbed a fistful of his hair in one large hand, and his shoulder by the other and wordlessly tilted his head so everyone could see the bite marks glowing silver against the tan flesh of his neck.
Shavas was horrified, corruption her subconscius hissed, corrupted, croatan! that word burned through her body until she felt like nothing more than a shallow husk.
Shavas turned to face both Tsuki and Elara, that forbidden word still vibrating through her body, "The feeders, the corrupted... Abomination..." she whispered feebily. "We had thought they had left but... " she felt numb, in shock.
" They feed on all of the races, draining them completely. They are a forbidden blend of the races, and completely insane. I don't know what they teach you in your clans, about the croatan, but this could be the death of us all. They can blend in with any of the races, Infect any of the races, that they could have gotten this close to Belial....Its unheard of! They must be more powerful than we thought...how is this possible?"
Asmodeus' eyes were grim as he faced the council. "All must be aware," he declared in his silky voice, "All must be vigilent, that is why I have called all of you together. You may wonder why there is a notable absence of Lycan's in our midst." He paused for emphasis, " The beast's have been harboring the Abomination's within their own home! Allowing them to feed off captives from the other races, growing stronger, breeding with the lycans to produce an elite, and highly dangerous creature. More wolf than any of the other species, but still aboniation, still croatan. One of these...these... things has attacked Belial! We will have to watch over him for the time being to assure that he has not been injected with enough of their venom to poison him. They are within our walls my onetime enemies, and we must put aside whatever differences we have to combat these creatures, to protect ourselfs from being overrun. The Lycan's must not be as close to locating Tristan's amulet as we had thought. A flase trail laid to distract us from what they are really doing!
What say you!?!" he demanded of the races seated within this chamber, his voice echoing as it bounced off the cool stone walls and against the stunned faces of his audience.
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 3:41 pm
Elara was dumb struck, she had no idea things like the croatan even walked among them. but this brought up a thought. these croatan may be the reason her older brother Vince had become so distant of late. she hadn't seen him in four months. Elara's chest ached, I pray that these croatan are not responsible for his odd behavior. she thought to herself. Elara's father was killed by a Lycan and her mother murdered by man for just being a witch. although Elara had known Tsuki from the magic academy she still felt alone and vulnerable. but Tsuki made a good companion when in danger, its always safer with two. she rehearsed in her head. she looked at Shavas's stunning figure and wondered if she would be a companion. she hoped so, she was going to need the support if she planned on taking on the croatan.
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