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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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 Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 9:28 pm
Laermeluion sits in a cafe in Durem, sipping at some pretty decent tea. The moon has already risen, and he has left Emerald Haven for the night.
Actually, he is only sitting here waiting for Lenore. His best friend has gone off to go hunt, and she promised to come back soon, so that she would take him to some of the clubs to check out. He is actually looking forward to it. He likes to see how many people he can get to stop dancing once he starts singing.
His hand hovers over the table, cup still in it, when he feels a pricking at the back of his neck. The familiar sensation of someone staring at you. He sets down his cup, and looks around, but to no avail. He cannot see who is staring at him.
"Probably Lenore, trying to freak me out. . . ." he mumbles.
"Who's Lenore?" comes a husky, feminine voice.
Laer doesn't tip his head back, but his eyes do move to look up. Hanging from the rafters by a long, black tail with a bladed tip is a woman that looks remarkably like Laermeluion. She has the same shade of hair, and a sun-bronzed tint to her skin, but there is a transparent quality to it, as though she doesn't really see much sun. On the right side of her jaw are four scars, and an eye patch is over her left eye. She has horns on either side of her head, but the one on the left side seems to be broken off, while the one on the right has three rings on it. Her right ear has a large, narrow triangle of gold dangling from it, and her ears seem to be that of an elf, but much longer. She has large, black, leathery wings folded against her back with a dull, gold talon on each of them. Wrapped around her right arm is a large, thick steel chain with a wicked-looking blade on the end. It curves, like a cresent moon. Her visible eye is a pale blue, and at the end of all of her fingers are long, deadly-sharp black talons.
It takes Laer a moment to recognize her, as he has not seen her in ages. . . . "Devika?" he asks.
At the name, the woman unfolds her wings, and lets go of the rafter. Almost silently, she lands on her booted feet, bending her knees to absorb the shock. She smiles slightly, and repeats, "Who's Lenore?"
"That's all that you have to say to me? After nearly fifty years?" Laer asks, smiling now.
Devika shrugs, and sinks gracefully into the chair opposite Laermeluion. "Darling baby brother, there really isn't much to say other than that?" she says.
"Well, for starters, you could tell me why you are here, and why in the world you were hanging from the ceiling," he points out.
"I could. . . . But, then, you could also tell me who this Lenore is. . . ." she says, blinking once.
Laer sighs. He knows his sister too well to think that he will able to get out of this. "A dear friend of mine," he replies. "I am waiting for her. She and I are going to go to a club, as soon as she finished eating."
Devika leans forward, clasping her hands in front of her. "Just a friend?" she asks.
Laer quirks a brow and chuckles. "She's married to another woman, Devika. She's just a friend."
"And, she left you all alone here to eat?" she asks, quirking an angled brow of her own.
"I would rather not watch her eat. . . . And, she doens't like those that she cares about to see how she gets. . . ." Laer says, clearing his throat.
"Ah. . . ." is all Devika replies.
After a pause, Laer asks, "Well. . . .?"
Devika blinks. "Oh. Yes," she says, smiling in a way that shows elongated eyeteeth and canines. "Well, I felt it was time to come and see you. But, apparently you are not happy to see me. As to why I was hanging from the ceiling . . . I was merely just checking your senses. It took you a while to realize someone was even looking at you. You should work on that, Laermeluion."
Laer shakes his head, smiling wider. "Of course I am glad to see you, Devika. I have often wondered after you while we were apart." He pauses a moment before continuing, "And, I suppose I will work on that. Who knows how long you are going to be around, and how many times you will be testing me. . . ."
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 12:15 am
A small chuckle comes from the shadows as what looks like Mel steps out. Folding her arms she gives a smile "And here I never thought I would see you again." pushing her dark crimson red hair from her face she winks at Laer as she strolls up to them.
She look the same as Mel, only big different would be the eyes, they were far lighter then Mel's by far. Licking at her bottom lip she case a look at Devika giving her a wink. She knew her old friend would knwo it was her.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 12:24 am
Devi raises a brow at the new woman entering the room. One look at the eyes, and she smiles slowly. Her wings flap once, and fold against her back. She sits down at the table, and turns to her brother. "A friend of yours?" she asks.
Laer eyes 'Mel.' Something about her seems different. Not just her eyes, the goddess knows that women like to change their appearance as often as they change clothing. But, it is her mannerisms, and the way she is holding herself. "I think so . . . Melantha?" he asks, his brow furrowing.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 12:30 am
Giving a very girly giggle she bows causing the hood from her crop top to hide her face as well as her hair. Standing straight back up the once dark crimson red hair is now a silver blue with highlights of red, black, and blond. The marking on her face vanishes only to be replace with a tattoo in elven wrapping up her arm. On the other arm was another tattoo on the top of her hand of vines with roses blooming from them.
Her seagreen eyes look over Laer before she shakes her head "Sorry, I would have played with you alittle more. But seeing as your my friends brother that makes you off limits. I'm Morgana, baby sister to your dear friend Melantha." holding her hand out she pulls slightly as her very short mini skirt.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 12:36 am
Devi leans back in her seat. "I would have let you have your fun, I hope you know that, Gana," she says, tapping one of her long, lethal talons on the table.
Laer shakes his head, and mutters something to himself. "Well, it is nice to meet you, Morgana," he says, offering her a smile. "Won't you join us?" he asks, gesturing to the table.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 12:42 am
Morgana smirks looking at Devika "But Dev, its no fun. I like getting those who have slept with Mel. And well since he hasn't I can't possiably torture him the way I know how." shaking her head she turns looking at Laer.
Tapping her chin she nods "Although I might go against my code. He is very hott. But I rather not have a certain feline killing me." taking a seat in the empty chair she pulls her hair back into a ponytail.
Running her finger lightly over the skull earring she looks at Laer "So Dev why didn't you tell me you had a brother last time I saw you?" turning she glances at Devika giving her a small pout.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 12:48 am
"Hello, I am still here. You do know that I can hear you, right?" Lear asks, a little offended by how he is being talked about.
"Laermeluion," Devi says, looking over at him with her icy blue eyes. "Don't worry your pretty head about it. Gana means you no harm," she says, shrugging.
She then looks over at Morgana, and smiles slightly. "I never told you because you never asked," she replies. "Anyway, you know now. Proper introductions. . . . Morgana, this is my brother, Laermeluion. Quite a mouthful, I know, the poor dear. But, we all shorten it to Lear."
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 12:54 am
Morgana chuckles shaking her head "Not Drac, she seems to be able to speak his name correctly. Couse as graceful as she is I would expect that. She a kepper Laer. You should snag her before another does." with a giggle she lifts her hands above her head "So my sister finally married Lenore, and here I thought she was going to be a chicken her whole life." resting her head in the palm of her hands she swings her feet alittle.
She look so young no would have guess she was twentyone years old. She look fifthteen if not younger. The only thing that gave it away that she was older then that was her body. The woman on the DarkAngel side of the family seem to all have the eye catching bodies.
Morgana glances around just eyeing the people. She was always plotting, which was never a good thing when it came to her.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 1:03 am
"Laer, do be polite," Devi says.
It is then that Lenore shows up. Her cheeks are flushed from her recent meal, and she looks a little more dressed-up than usual. When she sees that there are more people, she stops in her tracks, her mouth left open, as she was getting ready to say something.
"Oh, very sorry," she says, her voice rich with her English accent. "Laer, I thought we were going to go out. . . ." she looks at her friend, confused, and expectantly.
Laer sighs, obviously a little annoyed. Lenore walks over to him, and rests a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, we can do this another time," she says, offereing a smile to him, and to the two women she has never seen before.
"One moment," Laer says. "Lenore, this is my sister, Devika," he says, gesturing over to her. "And, this seems to be your new sister in law, Morgana."
Lenore blinks, and looks at the two women. "Uhm, pleased to meet you?" she offers a small, unsure smile.
"It is," Devika says, standing and offering a taloned hand to Lenore. Lenore takes it, with her own scaled and taloned one. "Lear mentioned you before Morgana came along."
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 1:14 am
Morgana smiles looking over Lenore, her mind was already spinning with idea. None in which were nice either. Bowing her head slightly she chuckles "Yes it seems we are sister in laws now. Its a pleasure to meet you Lenore." sitting back she crosses her legs as well as her arm.
At this point she look very much like her sister Mel the way she sat. Tilting her head she glances towards the door. A devilish smile form on her lips.
Standing in the doorway was Mel her eyes not only filled with shock but anger as well. Next to her was her niece Diana as well as Drac. They were both just chatting as they had come to get something to eat. They had only bump into there aunt alone the way.
Mel had been very careful these pass few days, she had heard the rumors of the silver hair woman who would torture the souls of who she beileve was prey. Mel was hoping it wasn't to but to see her sitting right there it was taking every once of control she had not to lash out and rip Morgana to shreds.
Looking towards her nieces she nods to them to go find a table. They weren't really paying any attention as they made there way towards a empty booth. Mel's eyes narrow as she look over Lenore inpecting her from a distance to make sure she wasn't harm.
Drac chuckles could be heard from across the room as Morgana glance towards the two teenagers. Licking her lips she arches a brow, the look in her eyes spoke clearly to Mel. She would have to choose.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 1:21 am
"You certainly do favor Mel," Lenore remarks. "I don't see any of Kris in you. . . ." she shakes her head, however, and she looks back when she hears a familiar voice. She would have smiled when she saw Mel, but she sees the look on her face, and in her eyes. She glances over at Morgana, and then back at Mel.
Lear, too, hears a familiar voice, and turns. Thank the goddess, people that weren't going to annoy him! "Drac!" he calls, standing up and trying to get her attention. If she were to look over, he would gesture her, and whoever else is with her, to the table they are seated at.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 1:38 am
Morgana frowns looking towards laer for a moment. If daggers could come flying out of peoples eyes he would be dead at this point. Turning back she looks at she sister before a sweet innocent smile appears on her face. She would play good for now. Turning her back at Mel as if she is nothing she turns back to Devika "So how long are you in town?"
Mel growls deeply before she breaths in slowly keeping her anger in check. She knew Morgana wasn't going to do anything right now but she had to be on guard. She knew her baby sister far to well to allow anyone to get hurt. Moving towards the table she stops wrapping her arms around Lenore. Laying her head on her shoulder she hides her face for a few moments just breathing in Lenore's scent.
The cape around Mel's body shifted alittle disappearing back into her body as she looks up. Her eyes fixed on her sister just watching her.
Drac glances over as a bright smile appears on her lips. Grabbing Diana hand she moves quickly through the people before stopping in front of them "Hey I didn't know you were here." feeling Diana pull her hand away as she took the last empty seat next to Morgana she smiles.
Drac pouts alittle before she pulls up another seat next to Laer. Pushing the few strands of hair that wouldn't stay in her messy bun she gives Laer her biggest smile "How are you?"
Diana pulls her jacket closer to her body as she gives her Aunt Lenore a smale wave. There was so many people here she didn't knwo she wasn't sure where to start as far as saying hi.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 1:47 am
Devika noted the look that Morgana gave her brother, and inwardly frowns a little. "I thought a month, at the least. I am not sure if I would want to stick around here for anything longer than that just yet. How about you?" she asks.
Lenore rests her head on Mel's for a moment, and then looks around. "Oh dear," she mutters, her eyes settling on Diana a moment. "Ah, Diana," she says, smiling her way. "This is Laermeluion, and this is his sister Devika. Right there," she adds, gesturing toward Morgana, "Is Morgana. I am not sure if you know her. . ." She then glances at Devika. "This is my neice, Diana," she adds, for Devika's benefit. She looks over at Mel, and smiles slightly. "Are you alright?" she asks her.
Laer looks over at Drac, and smiles once more. "I am . . . decent. We were supposed to be going to a club, Lenore and I, but I think that might have gotten side-tracked."
Devika looks at her brother. "I would like to go . . ." she says. "Maybe all of us could go?" she says, smiling slightly.
Laer's heart starts to sink. He looks up at Lenore, and though she isn't showing it, he knows that her heart is doing the exact same thing. . . .
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 1:59 am
Moragan gives a small nod to Diana looking her over for a moment. She had to be the youngest from the way she was acting. Looking toward the feline, she knew not to mess with her unless she caught her off gaurd. Turning back to Devika she nods "Not really sure how long, I got a few things I have to do before I head out really on my own again. You know me." with a shrug she looks at Laer for a moment before she shook her head "I think I shall pass on that one."
Mel nods her head alittle kissing at Lenore's neck "I'm alright love." looking to Laer she blushes biting her lip "I'm sorry we spoiled your plans. I was honestly just coming out to get these two away from there place in the villege. Virendra sick with the flu and I'm having one of my friend watch her. I figure they would like to hang out in town." she wasn't trying to butt in, she honestly didn't know they would be here.
Drac ears fold back alittle as she looks to Laer "Yea sorry, we didn't mean to throw a wench into your fun." mewing she glances down at her lap feeling bad. So much for making a good impression.
Diana nods to everyone before she looks at her Aunt Mel. She didn't really want to come out tonight, she wanted to be home sleeping. But she had to get drag along even though her aunt and sister seem to keep forgetting she was younger then them so she wouldn't be able to go to the clubs.
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 2:10 am
Devika shrugs. "Then, I don't want to go anymore," if her old friend isn't coming, and they wouldn't be able to catch up, then there is no reason why she would want to go. . . .
Laer blinks, and looks at everyone. "Did it sound as though I was upset to not be going? If it did, than I appologize," he says, his brow furrowing.
"I'm sorry to hear about Ren. I wonder if Ernia knows," she says, and makes a note to call her granddaughter.
"Oh, for goddess's sake," Lenore shakes her head. She pulls away from Mel and grabs two chairs. She sets them down, and gestures Mel to sit into the one next to her. She drops down into one of them, and then looks at everyone around her. "No more appologies, please. I can't bear to hear them," she frowns. "Anyway, we're all here. You all might as well eat," she says, smiling slightly once more. She reaches back, and takes Mel's hand in her own.
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