Where am I?: Location ♔ Who am I with?: Company ♔ Am I hurt?: Health ♔ Am I tired?: Energy
xxxxTeam Morrowind ♛ The Reaper Queen
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[/color][/size][/align] [align=right][i][size=9][color=black]"...From the lips of a [/color][color=crimson]child[/color][color=black]."[/color][color=white]x[/color][/size][/i][/align][align=center]┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉[color=crimson] ♕ [/color]┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉[/align] [align=center][size=9]Where am I?: [color=crimson]Location[/color][/size] ♔ [size=9]Who am I with?: [color=crimson]Company[/color][/size] ♔ [size=9]Am I hurt?: [color=crimson]Health[/color][/size] ♔ [size=9]Am I tired?: [color=crimson]Energy[/color][/size][/align] [align=center][size=8][color=white]xxxx[/color][color=#3E3535]Team Morrowind[/color][/size][size=9] ♛ [/size][size=8][color=#3E3535]The Reaper Queen[/color] [/size] [/align]
[imgleft]http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a367/n_dss/thalside_zpsa6511027.jpeg[/imgleft][align=left][size=7][color=white]xxx[/color][color=tan]My name is[/color]...[/size][/align][align=center][size=9][color=saddlebrown]Thauglorimorgorus[/color][/size][/align][align=right][size=7]...[color=tan]But you can call me[/color]:[color=white]xxx[/color][/size][/align] [align=center][img]http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a367/n_dss/thauglor_zps5ed05a84.png[/img][/align] [align=center][size=9][color=gold]♛ [/color]And I am the Eternal King[color=gold] ♛[/color][/size][/align] [align=center][size=11] WORDS HERE Speech: [color=saddlebrown]"That b***h!"[/color] [/size][/align] [/size][/align] [color=saddlebrown][align=center][size=10]"When one has lived as long as I, death is merely an inconvenience."[/size][/align][/color] [size=9][align=center] Location: [color=saddlebrown]xxx[/color][color=gold] ♛ [/color] Company: [color=saddlebrown]xxx[/color][color=gold] ♛ [/color]Mood: [color=saddlebrown]xxx[/color][color=gold] ♛ [/color]Status: [color=saddlebrown]xxx[/color][/align][/size]
Thauglor was in a rapidly deteriorating temper, though at this point he was still managing to hide it well, from all the toadies and sycophants the royals had sent at least. Eve and the twin nurses he had living with him on the other hand could see his rising ire, and they were doing their best to keep him calm, as his enraged outbursts hurt him. He always hurt, his human body looked perfectly sound, strong, healthy, and, or so he had been told, attractive. He didn't pay much attention to his appearance. On the other hand however, his dragon form was twisted, rotted, and mangled, and had become so by the hand of his mother in law. The damage dealt had an effect on his human form, despite everything that had been done since then.
Currently he was listening to a royal delegation asking for him to once again move into the palace and exert his previous authority with the royalty, and to use his power to aid them in their endeavors. He heard this speech almost weekly now, and it seemed each successor to the throne thought they could somehow coax him to change his answer, the same answer and conditions he had given everyone since the king so many centuries ago had actually managed to coax him back to the kingdom. "... Milord, I beg of you to consider this proposal. It would make life easier for you and your wife, along with your nurses. You would have access to the finest amenities, the luxury and splendor of..." An earthshaking crash cut him off as the veins in Thauglor's brow throbbed and his fist slammed into the arm of his chair, causing an explosion of sound and shaking the earth hard enough for it to be heard and felt in the palace and the city all around it. "Enough! Get out of my face! I have given the same answer to every delegation and every ruler to ever take the throne since my sister ruled the kingdom so many years ago. I will NOT return to the palace, I will NOT exert any of my previous authority, and I will NOT use my powers to aid you unless I see fit! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" The last few words were a stentorian roar, again clearly audible throughout the palace and city. The delegation shied back in shock, trying to gather itself for another attempt.
They didn't get another try. Thauglor's rage and stentorian bellow had overexerted his weakened heart, and he doubled over, coughing up a copious amount of blood. The two nurses rushed over, but he waved them off irritably, wiping the blood from his mouth. He grabbed a well worn walking stick from next to his seat, leaning heavily on it as he stumped off to let his body recover. The nurses went to see the delegation off. Thauglor worked his way to a locked cabinet, unlocking it with a touch and taking a long drink from a clear bottle full of a strange fluid, a potion to help him recover from the bouts of illness the damage to his dragon form had caused. 'Why... why can't the royals just leave me alone?' He coughed up some more blood in a basin, tossing his now bloodied shirt into a hamper and taking another swig from the bottle. He slumped down in an old comfortable armchair and sighed. He hoped Eve and the twins could smooth this over and get them to go away.
"When one has lived as long as I, death is merely an inconvenience."
Location: Home ♛ Company: Eve ♛ Mood: Annoyed ♛ Status: Healthy
Centuries had passed and still Pandora thought she'd never get used to daylight. She lay on her back, in bed, blankets and sheets strewn everywhere. Though the canopy and curtains were drawn, she could still feel the warmth of the sun on the stone of the castle. A soft, fake sigh escaped her lips as she turned her head towards the small opening she would escape through. The thick, heavy black fabric would have reflected light if there were any, or so she thought, the texture was smooth like satin.
It was time to get up. The Royals would surely miss her if she wasn't present at this afternoon's meetings to offer her opinions. Pandora could hear the soft, almost inaudible, footsteps of her servants. It seemed as though they'd learned well, though the alternative was a strong motivator. Death to anyone that annoyed the Reaper Queen, and she was just that: a reaper.
Kicking her legs around and out the opening in the canopy, Pandora pushed her hand through to beckon her servants to dress her. The first one put her gloved hand on Pandora's naked one to help the Queen stand up. The second offered another gloved hand as both servants helped the tiny girl out of bed and into her room. The soft, warty silk of her sleeping gown fell past her ankles onto the ground. It dragged and caught the rough, exposed edges of the stone floor as Pandora moved from her bed towards her dressing area. Both servants let go of her hands at the same time and quickly, but silently, moved towards the large armoire, opening the doors in such a way that they wouldn't creak. Extending a long, bony finger towards the dress she'd wear for the day.
As her servants moved to prepare her outfit for the day, Pandora moved towards her 'morning' meal: an infant. Though her clan was no longer in power the tradition of appeasing the Deigons was still popular and served as her main food source. The baby was quietly sleeping in the basket it came in, unaware of the fate it would soon meet. Dipping her hands under the baby, Pandora picked the infant up and brought it into the stale air of her bedroom. The baby stirred just a little before going back to sleep.
"Shhh, little one. It'll soon be over," she whispered into it's ear.
Her nimble fingers pulled back the blanket to release the baby from it's confinement. The cold raised goosebumps on it's skin, threatening to wake it. Pandora eyed her meal sweetly, in an almost motherly fashion before biting down on it's tiny arm. The baby's eyes opened in shock from the pain and surprise but before it could scream out it's eyes rolled into the back of it's head. Pandora finished what was left, licking up every last drop that came her way before dropping the corpse. The body made barely a noise, the blankets cushioning the sound. That was why they were made like that, she supposed. You could suck one dry before they could make a single noise. The vampire licked her fingers before eyeing the mess she'd made all over her nightgown. Her lips configured themselves into a bloody grimace that struck fear into the hearts of many, at the very least it frightened her maids.
"Don't just stand there, get this disgusting thing off me!"
Her servants moved towards her, undoing all buttons and ribbons before gently pulling the gown up and over Pandora's head. They brought a basin full of hot water closer before washing the Queen down so she'd be clean. Then came the undershirt, the removal of underwear and fresh ones being put on. Then the black button up shirt followed by tightly fitting black pants. Pandora's servants worked quickly to button and zip up everything before brushing out the Queen's long, white hair. It fall in a long sheet down her back, bangs sweeping across her forehead. Both servants pulled Pandora's boots on over her black, stockinged feet, doing up the buckles as they went. The soft, black leather seemed well worn, the Deigon family crest was starting to fade into nothing more than a ghost of it's former glory, much like her family.
Pandora pulled herself up, back into a standing position with the help of her maids. Her boots provided her with a bit more height so she appeared to be less of a child and more of a very short adult. She waited patiently as her servants continued fasting until everything was done and she could put on her coat. Hanging it looked like a mess of black fabric and lace, a ratty old thing not worthy of the Queen until she put it on. The Deigon family crest was emblazoned on the back, the lace handmade with the same imagery. It wrapped itself around her perfectly, closing at her belly button and opening again in the crook of her collarbone. The sleeves covered her hands almost to the tips of her fingers. The hood draped listlessly across her shoulders as her servants pulled her hair out from between the layers, letting it flow freely where it so pleased.
With that, Pandora waived her hand for them to leave. She was done listening to their noises, more irritable today than she'd been for almost a decade. Something was wrong, something was about… Thauglor. They were clearly at it again, despite the fact that it was useless to try. You'd think his temper tantrum would dissuade anyone from ever trying to coerce the former King.
Her boots made no noise as her feet barely graced the ground, her thin body moving quickly out of her room and down to the King's court. Pandora's head ached from Thauglor's roar, the vibrations still running through her temples even though the noise had long since passed. Then, just as her head was starting to settle, another roar. They must have really pissed him off she thought, tripping and falling to her knees. One hand supporting her, the other grabbing at her hair. The pain was excruciating and it made her mad. Pandora quickly recomposed herself, standing up and heading, yet again, towards the King. She grimaced as her temples throbbed, seemingly more with every step.
Pandora had had it with the constant shift in Royals and their incessant stupidity. Her sire had ruled the country until the dragons took over, for well over 500 years. The dragons seemed to change things up every decade, sometimes less. Idiots. How did they hope to achieve anything in such a short period of time? She shook her head, hoping the shake the pain away into nothingness. The light stung more than normal as she left her wing of the palace and entered the main area. She was close to the court now, just a few more twists and turns.
Without making a sound the Queen entered the courtroom, curtsied and took her seat high up on the left of the King. One leg crossed over the other, a nameless servant brought her a large cup of fresh, hot blood. The human made noise as it approached but not quite enough to merit decapitation and so Pandora snatched the glass from her and hissed loudly.
"Next time you won't be so lucky…" she growled.
Gulping down the blood, the headache seemed to become less and less apparent with each swallow of the warm, delicious liquid. It was a miracle she didn't spill as she smooched the cup deeper and deeper into her face, not needing to take a breathe. As she finished one of her servants approached Pandora with a black silk face towel. Taking care to wipe softly, the servant cleaned off the ring around the vampire's mouth.
"That's enough."
Looking to the court, she wondered what they could possibly be discussing that was so important. The topic had been the same for many a fortnight: the Arytiss and how to find them before Mkwangaka does. The never-ending dribble seemed rather inconsequential when Pandora thought about it, though the outcome would affect them all. She'd remained a bystander for so long it seemed like a now or never type of deal, or else they'd likely sit and debate politics until the apocalypse was upon them.
The general was offering the King his opinions on the matter. Approach, who should be sent, the Guardians and how to coax them into team Morrowind. As if they'd ever be swayed to join anyone. The Guardians would sooner die, but of course the General must have known that. It seemed odd that he'd try something to rash, but then again he was young and foolish like most of the dragons that occupied her Kingdom.
"You're all fools," she growled, turning her back to the court as she left, not even stopping for a curtsy.
It was beyond frustrating that such weak, insolent creatures had taken what was to be hers. Not for long though, she'd oust them from the throne with a swift kick to the derriere. Thinking about the whole situation was making her more and more mad.
Returning to her chambers, Pandora did the only thing that ever seemed to calm her nerves: she ate. This time she decided to sip on a lovely young elf from the Mwangakas. Flavoured with rose petals and earth, she tasted like life and sunlight. Mmmm, delicious... Slowly the rage receded into her hairline before the tension faded away completely.
Thauglor. Yes, he seemed like he could be persuaded to join her team. He did seem to favor her for her quiet disposition and her knowledge of blood magics. Her blood was quite the potent remedy, an element of one of Thauglor's potions. It seemed as though she was bound for his chambers. Pandora only prayed for her sanity that the delegation had left and wouldn't upset the black dragon further.
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♦♦♦I have been alive forabout sixteen hundred and thirty eight years? ♦♦♦Last I checked, I was a male.
♦♦♦In society, I'm abusinessman, and more of a teaser than a drinker, but only if they're worth keeping alive.
♦♦♦My story goes like this:I was born in Transylvania, abandoned by my peasant parents to the local church. The nuns raised me well, teaching me good manners and respect of others. I lived in this happy, sheltered community, unaware of the world outside those stone walls, until I was taken from my bed and quickly sold into slavery. I was a vampire chew toy for three years before I was turned on my twenty-first birthday. I never knew who my maker was, a teaser himself it seemed. I was usually in a state of near death and that's when he decided to turn me into one of his kind. I don't remember the process, but I awoke, naked and alone in a cell, the stench of rotting bodies filling my nose. I escaped that place and stole clothing. It quickly became apparent that I was no longer human.
I remained hidden for many years, adjusting to my heightened senses, and as time went by I discovered my shadow abilities. It took me over a century to master them, and I'm still learning new things every day. I travelled to Japan to learn how to fight, taught by a retired samurai that lived in the mountains. I spent centuries travelling across the world, learning things, absorbing every bit of knowledge I could get my hands on.
In the early 1900's I moved to America, New York in fact, and decided to become an entrepreneur and I started my first club. I was launched into a successful career as a businessman, buying and selling properties in the downtown district. I made my fortune this way and have continued to profit from the market.
As it stands most of the business is overseen by what I'd call minions. Once vampires started to reveal themselves, New York become a much more dangerous city, a real s**t hole. Hunters track down vampires, especially those that are new, and burn them alive. I'd heard that Chicago was safer, more accepting of our ways and so I moved there.
I won't say that I fell in love with a human, but I took pity on the woman. She looked so much like one of the nuns that used to care for me. Her name was Zephyrine and she'd been captured and sold into a feeding ring. I bought her and her unborn child, originally to feed on, but I soon realized the potential for a progeny. The child was born, healthy and screaming as her mother bled to death.
Since then, I've raised Pandora Zephyrine Deigon as my own, spoiling her absolutely rotten to make up for not having a mother of being allowed outside during the day. I spend my time playing with her, attending to important business matters and cultivating rare bloods.
♦♦♦I tend to act rather indifferent towards others. I don't particularly care for any of my own kind, or humans. I'm known for my harsh, somewhat cruel methods in the industry. I have a rather frightening temper and am not to be messed with. I do not tolerate failure or put up with insubordination. I have killed many of my minions in acts of brutal rage because they did not meet my expectations.
I have a sick and twisted sense of humor, though I am a rather quiet man and enjoy silence and peace.
I can also be impatient and expect people to finish their tasks in a timely manner. I run a business after all, and time is money. I absolutely hate people that walk slowly or stand on escalators.
I also despise human emotions and contact. While I don't approve of other vampires' methods, I certainly don't feel for the human population. Their fluids are disgusting and disturbing, as well as their need for constant affection. Get a dog if you need that much "love".
The one thing in life that I do care about is Pandora, my progeny. Though a mere human, the child brings out whatever humanity might be left in me. She is my only connection to the world outside of my dwelling.
●●●In the end, you should knowthat I have shadow abilities. I can pool darkness into a rock hard armour that absorbs anything except light. I can also bend the shadows to create weapons as I see fit, as well as storing things in them. Because I am so linked to them, they whisper to me, secrets and information, offering me an advantage in combat. I can also travel through the shadows, like travelling through a portal. So long as I can feel my destination through the black, I can get there.
I prefer younger victims, pre-teens, AB- if possible. My bites aren't enough to turn a victim, but are enough to infect them with infatuation for me. Only the combination of bite and blood can resurrect my victim and make them one of my own.
I speak fluent French, Spanish, English, Latin and Russian, my mother tongue. I have a slight Russian accent but have mostly adjusted to the American tongue.
Pandora, my child and progeny, has a rare blood type: AB-, my favorite, with something else lingering inside her. I tasted it in the few drops I've sampled from her.
This is a tale of ♥♥♥Pandora♥Zephyrine♥Deigon♥♥♥ and her life as a ♥♥♥human♥♥♥
♥♥♥I have been alive forone, two, three, four, five... five years! ♥♥♥Last I checked, I was a girl.
♥♥♥In society, I'm achild, dependent on my daddy.
♥♥♥My story goes like this.I was born to two parents but my mommy went away and daddy... Theo is my daddy! Or at least the only daddy I've ever had. He takes me for walks and lets me play all night long! I'm not really allowed to go out during the day though, which is too bad because that's when the other kids play. Daddy says it's too dangerous but if the other kids can do it, why can't I? I get in trouble every time I ask...
What else can I say about me? I'm five and I'm learning how to read, which I hate. Books are so boring, movies are much better. Beauty and the Beast is my favorite, daddy says it's an old movie that reminds him of the past but mommy used to let me watch it. I miss her lots and sometimes I cry in my sleep. Daddy always gives me big hugs when that happens.
♥♥♥I tend to act rather childish, but I am a kid after all. I'm only five, what do you expect from me? I like having my way and playing with my toys. No one is allowed to touch them without my say so. I have lots of dolls and we have tea parties.
I also throw temper tantrums when I don't get to do what I want. Why can't I play with that dolly? I WANT TO PLAY WITH THAT DOLLY NOW. Daddy always lets me do what I want, except play in the sunlight. Sometimes I get mad and scream at him, then I get a time out...
Obviously I'm a bit spoiled. Daddy takes very good care of me and I have the prettiest dresses! And every dolly ever made, each one with her own house and wardrobe. If I had any friends, they would be super jealous. Which reminds me...
I'm also a bit lonely since I have no one else to play with. I miss my mommy, but she died. Daddy plays with me sometimes, but usually he's too busy. I wish I had a friend, but daddy says it's too dangerous. Why is it dangerous? He never tells me anything except to be a good girl and eat all my vegetables.
♥♥♥In the end, you should knowthat my daddy plans to turn me into what he is. He says my blood is special, somehow. He says that I will do great things some day. I don't really know a whole lot about what's going on, but daddy's friends are scary... I don't like being around them.
...Why are you asking me all these questions? I'm going to go play with my dollies!
Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2013 9:34 pm
XXMy heart is colder than a glacier and emptier than Heaven...
[align=left][size=8][color=white]XX[/color][color=darkgray]My heart is colder than a glacier and emptier than Heaven...[/color][/size][/align][align=center][color=dimgray]┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉[/color][/align][align=center][img]http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a367/n_dss/theobanner_zps1f454824.jpeg[/img][/align][align=center][color=dimgray]┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉┉[/color][/align][align=right][size=8][color=darkgray]...After all, we are all sinners and shall burn for eternity.[/color][color=white]XX[/color][/size][/align] [align=center][size=9][color=black]
...After all, we are all sinners and shall burn for eternity.XX
It had been a rather long day at the office for Theodore. He'd spent most of the day in a meeting with the executives from the New York office, debating and arguing over the value of buying a hotel chain. Yes, it seemed appealing, but with the changes in economy and social standards, the renovations to the hotel alone would take at least three years to recoup the costs. Then again, it could be quite profitable. The first vampire-safe hotel in New York. This could lead to a series of investments in that particular market, but things were still precarious and the vampire's rise to a position of power meant that civil war would eventually break out. When that happened, the bloodsuckers would likely be pushed out of parliament and into the sewers, forced to hide for fear of extermination.
"I think that's enough for today, gentlemen. Thank you all."
With that, the vampire closed his leather folder, pushing himself away from the table. As he stood up, Theodore buttoned up his gray suit jacket and shook hands with the delegates. He faked a smile for each one, even crinkling at the eyes to make it seem genuine. It was time to go home, to see Pandora. She must be waking up right about now and she would certainly be upset if her daddy wasn't home for her.
"We'll pick this up tomorrow morning at nine o'clock sharp."
Theodore left the conference room, heading towards his office. His secretary followed after him, reading out several messages that she'd taken throughout the day. The London office had faxed over some papers for whatever it was they were doing. The Washington office was ready to open up and start working, as was the Toronto office. Several local buildings needed to be condemned and rebuilt, the squatters evicted and cleared out into a nearby homeless shelter. That would certainly cause some outrage within the human ranks, even though this was common practice when they were in charge. It was like the Second World War all over again, except that vampire were's targeting any particular racial minority or gender, just humans in general.
These thoughts occupied his mind as the vampire walked to the elevator. He waited a few seconds before a ping resonated through his ears and the doors opened in front of him. Waving to his secretary, what was her name?, he wished her a good night and safe travel home. She was a vampire, but his last secretary had been killed rather viciously and it had been difficult finding her replacement. So many were so disappointing at their jobs, so inadequate. All he wanted was someone that could bring him warm blood and type 200 words per minute, was that so much to ask?
Shaking his head, Theodore got off the elevator and headed into the underground parking lot. His car wasn't far from the door, being the CEO and all. The keys jingled as his slender fingers pulled them from his pant pocket. A quick flick and the doors were unlocked. He threw his briefcase onto the passenger seat before getting into the driver's seat. In mere minutes he was speeding away, down the highway. The sun was setting and darkness taking over the light. The tempered glass reflected all the harmful UV rays back into the atmosphere.
A few turns and intersections later and Theodore was home. The tall, pearly white gates parted as he drew near. The fountain glowed softly as the clear water fell from the top to the middle bowl, down to the bottom and up again. Leaving the car running, the vampire handed his keys to Friedrich, his faithful Butler.
"Good evening sir. Good day at office?" "Tiring, but productive." "Very good sir."
Climbing the white marble steps up to the front door, Theodore crossed the threshold into his home to see an awaiting Pandora, dressed in her favourite dress. He scooped her up, into his arms, planting a kiss on her forehead before setting her down. Long, delicate fingers smoothed out her dress as she waited patiently, albeit still a bit sleepy, for the offer of play time.
"My sweet Pandora, keeper of secrets and dolls, what shall we play today?"
He pulled her tiny hand into his cold one and waited for the small child to lead him away to her play room that played host to every kind of toy a child could ever imagine and then some. This was their routine, though he was usually home in time to give her wakeup kisses. He owed her several more hours of play time it seemed, to make up for being late.
Location: Home ♦ Company: Pandora ♦ Mood: Pleased ♦ Status: A bit peckish
