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 Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 7:18 pm
Logging for rp.. =3  Setting Ideas: Private Island, yacht, masquerade party, winery... any other ideas for settings would be nice. =3 Breeding Form: Parent One - RisikaParent Two - HannibalRP? - Possibility for Throwbacks? - Nope but if it helps I'll add their sisters for other ideas? Links to Parents' Ancestors/Family - RosealineMischaLink to Co-Owning Agreement -
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Posted: Mon Mar 22, 2010 7:20 pm
RP Log 1 Ten miles from the Merpony islands rested an island of tropical foliage and fruit with pristine, white beaches and crystal clear, sparkly blue waters. The sun warmed the air and water, creating a comfortable atmosphere for visitors to enjoy. Beautiful greens of all types create a wild feel; flowers from common tropicals like birds of paradise to exotics of orchids provide a variety of scents to tantalize the senses. A gentle breeze blew through while the sound of soothing waves crashed on the shoreline.
Out on the ocean floated a small yacht suitable for one being to live on, with it’s engine whirring quietly. At the boat’s steering wheel stood a young looking woman with flowing blood red (or Unseelie red) tresses that fell along her backside while eyes the color of the evergreen black forest scanned the island’s beaches. A smile revealing two dainty fangs curved her lips as joy filled her being, Ris casually steered the ship towards the shore. She was dainty appearing, not one for physical violence, and had skin that appeared to be easy to blister and burn.
Hitting the autopilot button on the boat’s dashboard, Ris walked away from steering wheel to climb the small flight of stairs to go starboard and rested her hands on the railing. She’d planned for this trip, away from her sister and away from nieces and nephews. She also needed to get some things that only this far off island could grant her… She loved her sister, but she had to prove to her she could be away from Rose for a length of time and come back safely. Really, Rose worried too much…even if it was because her sister loved her. Ris scurried back into the ship to collect a few things such as a basket, gardening shears, a little shovel, and a first aid kit. She stuck most of it into a bag that she slung over her shoulder.
Returning to the steering wheel, she ceased autopilot and took control again only to stop the yacht. Slinging the bag back onto her shoulder, basket in hand she walked away and hopped over the ship, grimacing as the sun warmed and kissed her sensitive skin. It was the one thing she didn’t like about being a born vampire. If she wasn’t careful, she would suffer from the sun and gain sunburn that required an incubation process. She trudged through the water, pulling at a rope to the anchor the yacht at the shoreline. The water felt cool against her legs as she walked and she was regretting the shoes she wore as the water seeped through cloth and seams.
Tying off the yacht to a tree, she headed for the cool, shady trees to ward off what sunlight she could. She walked along the trees, her eyes glued to the different species that showed themselves and she was awed by its beauty. Moving along, the bushes rustled, she slowed her step, lowering enough to touch the top of her boot, caressing a hidden blade’s hilt. A young and small boar darted out, saw her and squealed away. She breathed a sigh of relief, straightening herself and pushed a strand of fallen hair away from her face.
“Well…getting scared by a pig…honestly, Risika.” She told herself before carrying on…A little girl’s voice rose in a sweet sing song voice that carried through the dense foliage. “Ein mannkein steht im Walde ganz still and stumm, es hat von lauter Purpur ein Mantlein um…” A little sniffle here and there. She was sitting on her butt with her ankle pulled in close. Little tears were trickling down her dirty face and her pretty blonde hair was in disarray. She looked like she had taken a tumble down a dirt pathway. Ris felt hurt as the little girl looked lost and scared. She looked around the area to see if anyone was nearby. Her senses were a little deadened… though she didn’t feel anyone watching… While she was scouting her surroundings, Hannibal was watching the unwary vampire, waiting to see what she would do. He had no idea what or who she was but he knew his sister was hurt and he was trying to not make a sound. He listened to his sister’s voice as the girl sang the old German lullaby to try and keep calm.Under the impression she was safe and unwatched, Ris moved forward setting a lot of the items she was carrying down. Misha sniffled and tried to wipe the tears from her eyes. “Who are you?” She asked in a tear choked voice.”Risika. What’s yours?” This seemed a good sign as she crept closer to the girl.”Mischa.” Though it sounded more like Meesa.”A pretty name. Are you hurt Mischa?” She knelt by the girl who flinched as Ris was close to the girl. Mischa shook her head even though Ris knew she was hurt. “I’m a healer, Mischa. If you’re hurt, I can help you.” Mischa rested her leg. She didn’t think anything bad could happen if this lady said she could help her. Ris smiled gently as she ran her hand over the girl’s leg, feeling for the broken blood vessels and inflammation. As she did, she let the healing light that was always in her flow through her hand to her fingertips to Mischa’s injuries, watching as she patched things up. Mischa watched with wide eyes.Upon finishing her work, she looked to the girl. “Do you live around here?”
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 6:18 pm
Log 2 Mischa nodded as the last of her tears were wiped away. ”Does anyone live here with you?” She’d be really surprised if the girl lived by herself out here. Who knew what was living on the island that would want to eat the girl. ”Anniba.” Hannibal. ”Who’s Anniba?” ”My broter.””I see…” She offered the girl her hand and pulled her up to her feet. She watched as Mischa tested out her leg, amazed that it didn’t hurt anymore.Mischa beamed and took Ris’s hand, looking at it, trying to figure out how she did it. She ran her smaller hands over hers, noting how soft and smooth they were. They were not like Hannibal’s which were soft but rough still from work. “You soot meet Anniba!” She said excitedly and started to tug on her hand.Ris blinked as the girl tugged and gave her hands a gentle squeeze. “Does he know the island?” She nodded.”Hmm…”
I guess it wouldn’t hurt….could it? After all, if he knows the island, perhaps he knows where I’ll find the things I need here….
“Alright. He might be able to help me out.”
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 9:26 pm
Log 3 ”Yay!” She squealed. Mischa let Ris grab her stuff before taking her hand and leading her through the forest for the house.Hannibal moved ahead of them, aiming to reach the house. He stripped off his shirt and tucked the ends into his belt and ran the rest of the way. He kept them within his hearing and sight while stalking from the shadows of the trees…
The trees broke through, clearing a pathway to the house. He picked up his pace and grabbed up a hatchet and started to hack at wood on a trunk stump. The girls were coming up the path way as he moved the chopped wood into a pile and went onto the next log to split. ”Anniba! Anniba!” Mischa squealed as she pulled the pretty lady through and let go and practically launched herself at her brother. She grabbed hold of his legs, nuzzling the back of them.Hannibal looked down, rested the hatchet against his leg and ruffled his sister’s head. Raising his eyes, he looked up to Risika, an expression of intent knowledge on his face. The sun’s rays shown through, making his eyes appear a brighter red then what they were. “Mischa…I thought I told you not to bring strangers around here.” He chided his sister gently. She had the little grace to look sheepish as she raised her pretty blue eyes to meet her brother’s. “She helped me out, Anniba. I got ‘urt and she ‘elped me. I’m sorry I disobeyed.” Ris let her basket hang as she shifted everything into the basket and folded her hands behind her. She watched the siblings interact, and started to look away. She kept her eyes on the brother however. It was the way his eyes watched her like a predator who was intelligent beyond his years. She picked up the glowing red, the intense stare, the way he held himself.
In turn, she stared back, studying him for any change in expression and body language.Stroking Mischa’s head, he gave his reply, “Just do not let it happen again.” Feeling her nod against his leg, he asked Ris, “What is your name so I know how to address the lady who helped my sister?””Risika…” She said softly, feeling a little more drawn to his intelligence. ”Risika…” He ran her name over his tongue, as though savoring how it sounded and tasted when he said it. ”You must be Anniba.” ”Hannibal.” He corrected. “You must be tired. Would you like to sit down and enjoy a glass of wine? I can only thank you as a gentleman for helping Mischa.” He sat the hatchet down. ”Hannibal…” German…or Lithuanian.. Both were apparent in his accent. On the offer of wine, she thought about the items she needed. She also felt the weight of her belongings pulling her arms down, adding strain to her shoulders. “That sounds like a nice idea. Thank you.”Scooping Mischa up, he walked for the door of the house, opened the door and listened for her footsteps that didn’t follow. He turned around. “Are you not coming?”Risika didn’t realize she was not following until he said something. So she made her feet move forward, following him inside.”You may set your things down.””Thank you.” Setting down her things to the side of the front door, she followed them into the kitchen where Hannibal set Mischa down and moved a chair out for Ris. Feeling hesitant but also wanting to prove to her sister she didn’t need a babysitter, she took the offered seat. “Thank you…”He gave a bow from his head before walking to the cabinets and opening one, retrieving a wine glass. Moving towards the wine cellar, he retrieved an exquisite wine, walked back upstairs, popped the cork and poured the glass. Graciously, he handed it to her.She smiled, taking the offered glass. “Thank you.” She smelled it, savoring the aroma of the fine wine before taking a little sip. “It’s delightful. You have marvelous taste in wine, Hannibal.” Mischa bounced about Hannibal. “Anniba! I’m hungry.” She pouted up at him.
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