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Mkatsi- Lady Stardust Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri May 04, 2007 5:43 am
The shadows settle not like ashes here- not so black and chocking, more velveteen, soft and light, moulding to our forms like the garments in which we wrap ourselves- for the shadows are our friends, our companions and our solace. In the blackest nights we find comfort in the simple fact that we ourselves are the things in the dark that children fear- we are the nightmares.
The word ‘vampire’ enters the English language in 1732 and suddenly our traits are renowned, any murder unexplained was of our doing and to stray into a dark street at night was to be in great peril.
A hundred years has passed since then, and the legend has been twisted and changed- our own legacy stays the same, we are as ever- eternal. The stories however, have changed. Within the prudence of Victoriana’s reign we find ourselves the feature of gothic novels, churlish romance, and fire side tales- we are no longer just the feared but the desired.
It begins in the brothels and bars, those places where morality is at its lowest, as ever we long for more- it is not difficult to bend the will of those suppressed by the rules society lays on them, and dine in society we would.
The decadence of this era excites us, for those with senses such as our own the sweeping silks and satins flows for us like water or wine, like blood. We clothe ourselves in the height of the fashions that were cut for us alone as if tailored from the night itself. This is our own time. All we need do is reach out and take it.
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1850. London. The beginning of what would be the longest reign in English history and of an age of reform for the people. For the people, and for those less human.
It begun not in the direct elegance, but in the shadows of it- neighbouring the Opera houses and theatres of Covent Gardens, these were places of their own character, designed not for the high society but for those who are higher than society itself- the vampyres and demons. These halls bars and locked inner rooms for the lost, the lonely, the lusty and the longing- above all the powerful.
We start our story on the corner of ‘The Red Curtain’ its name and nature hiding the decadence and debauched found there with.
The interior matched the name- luscious and lavish in every sense, each wall and seating draped with the finest of French velvets- this was not a place of any definition- its walls contained most things one could want for, and if not, then it could be…procured.
Enter then into the world behind the curtain.
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 9:34 am
((thought I’d start things off))
The night started as any other might have done. He woke, slowly, leisurely- taking his time to rise, stretch like a cat and groom himself. Then, like any feline he went to stalk his prey- chose, played with and after toying, hunting, biding time- killed and devoured. Unlike a feline however, Kirus did not feel the need to go and find a place to nest after this excursion, oh no. He felt alive. Which, he knew, he supposed was over use of internal punning- but when he felt like a god- then why the hell not do anything, say anything he pleased?
A thin hand cased in fine leather wiped the last of crimson from his petal lips- which were fuller in colour and appearance than they had been when he woke- and tucked a lock of raven hair behind an ear to show a glimpse of razor sharp cheekbones that were almost translucent in the moonlight.
A smile crossed his face almost secretly, it tugged at the corners of his lips and made him look, to all the world, like the definition of sin- then again he supposed this was the place that he could wear that smile with indulgence, and the smile widened, flashed ivory, as he stepped passed the tall, dark shadow that overlooked the doorway to the Red Curtain.
His hands brush aside the heavy velvet drapery that clothes the door, then long fingers pull at a laced cuff, brush imaginary lint from the doublet of his jacket. Tonight he felt alive, and this- this was a place where it paid to be dead.
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Mkatsi- Lady Stardust Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2007 1:57 pm
*She arose to the night, the midnight gleam, descending down upon her lithe frame, her solid black eyes traveling across, surveying the lavish room she inhabited, heavy red curtains draping along the stone walls. The night singing to her, awakening the being within her, the lust of blood unmistakable upon her pallet, an old song fluttering within her mind, as she sullenly hummed the tune, words coming and going at a whim…I am a stranger always and ever; Stranger to death, stranger to love.
She stirred from the sapphire bed, her hair filtering down over her shoulders, the sharp contrast of her ivory skin compared to the pitch black hair that ran down her back, as she gracefully, effortlessly moved, dressing herself as she went. She arrived outside, soundlessly as she made her presence known to the world.
DarkAeval moved with purposeful intent surveying the creatures that roamed the night sky, the pick was thin tonight; drunken louts banishing the tranquility, a small girl merely nine of age huddled within the shadows….
Time passed and she found herself outside a barren building, a look of dismay, a rustic appearance traveled to her, though she felt a power stir within. Her mind lapsed back to tonight’s feast, the intimacy of that moment -- drinking, killing -- the great heart-to-heart dance that takes place as the victim weakens, and herself grow from strength to strength….tonight was a night for celebration, and she had full acknowledgment to do so*
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 7:41 am
It had not been a great effort to pass through the crowd as water through wine, not difficult to cut a proverbial swath through the night time creatures. Every so often there was a brush of long fingers against shoulders cased and draped in velvet and dupion silks, or a sly smile in greeting- glances of eyes which clashed across the crowded room and swapped secrets that only they knew. Of course, he was a regular here, and when you have existed for more than the usual number of years, you grow to find yourself with a large circle of acquaintances from all corners of the world and of being.
The creatures here were most bitterly sweet. Beauty personified like a poison apple- each of their appearances shone with marble skins, bright jewelled eyes glittering with guilty pleasures, each one a sinner and a saint within their own rights- each one a god. And here he was, Adonis and Eros and Lucifer fallen from grace and with grace and he himself a sinner. He was everything he wanted to be, not because of the setting, he had been this way for centuries, only that the situation allowed it- allowed his sin.
He arrived at the bar with ease, no one had stopped him to say more than an amicable greeting, and no one had taken issue with his ivory smile- but then he wouldn’t expect them to here. Here where, seating himself charmingly near the bar, his lengthy legs crossed handsomely at the knee, his boots shining below, he leaned forward as he always did, looking up at the keeper through long smoky lashes that shadowed against his cheek- and ordered, as usual, Amaretto.
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Mkatsi- Lady Stardust Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 10:14 am
*DarkAeval waited with anticipation, her form draped in shadows as she watched the scenario commit itself, the story unrolling beneath her gaze. A gentleman passed before the archway, pausing to inspect his surroundings, the gleam of his teeth cutting into the darkness, a hand swathed in leather reaching out, as he entered the room beyond.
The midnight sky was aglow with deep set stars, the town slumbered, unknowing of the creatures of light and dark assembled together, a pact of peace between them.
Her graceful movements brought her before the door, piercing black eyes glistening with intrigue, as the door swung open before her, distinctive smells lingering, filtering through, as she stepped upon the threshold to another dimension, lavish furniture coveted the room, vampires with extravagant gestures and eyes of steel greeted her.
Her opaque lips stretched to a irresistible smile, a short velvet laugh erupted from her throat, DarkAeval entered with a breath of fresh air, danger, excitement, and a flair of dramatics that was notorious of her style. She descended slowly toward the bar that dominated the room.*
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 11:32 am
He swirled his drink three consecutive times, allowing the air to flow through the mixture, releasing its full bouquet in a haze of almond and liquor, a feint smile passed his lips, as it always did at this time. Amaretto was pure self indulgence to him, but then most things were. It was not for nothing he had tasted many wines and spirits on his travels, to almost ever corner of the four kingdoms- however his palate was suited to- and so he always returned with nostalgia to this.
He brought the beverage to his lips and sipped slowly, let it burn across his petal skin and trace its mark down his throat, warming like silk to his stomach.
His tongue darted out to lick away the traces heating his lips, his eyelids shuttered for a moment shadowing his cheek and echoing his simple pleasure.
There were many customers milling around him, taking their own sup, but as was theirs, his own was his own- not to share, and to take as long as forever to finish, if that was as long as it took.
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Mkatsi- Lady Stardust Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 2:08 pm
*A soft delicate tongue caressed the pale voluptuous lips as she slowly surveyed the ominous decor, her head tilted gracefully, arching to perceive all before her, oblivious to everyone that surrounded her.
.The dwelling was a refuge, a place for the old and young to prosper and to relinquish there tales, for the artists to portray their master pieces, for the Shakespearians to tell of the great demise of the past.
She stopped mid-step the gleaming intent within her eyes as she felt the presence of a long ago past, a form never forgotten, for her kindred walked this path, her thoughts screamed wicked anticipation as she awaited the meeting between long lost lovers, for the bond to merge, bringing sire and childe into a everlasting embrace.*
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 8:20 am
He felt it, and in that moment the lifting of his indulgence to his lips was stopped in its tracks, an arrow to his heart both from the bow of cupid and of the hunter Orion, it lodging itself within the chambers of his chest and setting a creeping heat to twist like ivy up the pilar of his spine. Blood. Bonds. Family. Love.
His glass fell in seeming slow motion from his oddly lax fingers, tumbling in a spiral he could not stop, the liquoir spilling over in drops and splashes, staining table and occupant alike. Eventually, after an eternity of unblinking and lips parted in suprise, the glass hit the mahogany of the table below and its smashing brought the clarity of the world crashing back to him with all the force of a new locomotive. He fussed for a moment, leathered hands sweeping shards of crystal self conciously into a neater pile before he stood, his countanance more shaken than he would like. Before he moved he gave himself a moment to collect his person, settle his mind, hone in on the particular bonded. Dark. It had been too long. His astranged childe, he wondered where she had been all these long nights, no doubt he would soon find out.
He brought a slender hand to his lips, sensually wiping traces of amaretto from his lips, the hand continuing up to lift the curtain of tressled hair from his face, smoothing it behind his shoulder. His other hand found itself tracing over jacket and shirt front, though he had no idea why he was so distracted, wasnt it true that when they finally came together it would be like worlds crashing, and he would see was her eyes? Why should he care how he looked. She was bound to love him, in every sense of the word, just as he was bound to her. Yes, it had been far too long.
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Mkatsi- Lady Stardust Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2007 10:04 am
She was drawn, captivated by his presence, the crowd parting before her, revealing Kirus, her eyes glistened, her attention rapt as she gazed upon his graceful frame, the easy efficient movements that indicated both alertness and strength as he swiveled to meet her. His black hair fine, silky, his features sharp, but the real allure was his voice, his eyes. An angelic being, of sorts, indefinitely wise, yielding power unknown to most. Oh how she had missed him, longed for him, they had been parted for to long.
She stood enthralled, a delicate sigh issuing from her lustrous lips, her flawless, defined mouth parting, spreading into a smile, long, luxuriant lashes closing……….
A dreadful premonition overcome her, crimson blood seeping, prevailing over his body, the brilliant red coating her vision, darkness looming around them, closing in, suffocating. Wounds marred his body, his eyes dull void of life, clothes torn.
Screams echoing forth, yet with no source, pain searing through her entire body as she watched waited…
Aeval jolted back to reality, the serene surrounding, the cluttering of people, chatter spurting from each crowd. Only a small crease upon her brow signified any outward signs, she stood rooted, bewildered. She returned her attention toward the form at the bar, her lips creasing into a wide grin, the vision wiped from conscience thought, her hips swaying, as she glided toward him
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2007 3:38 am
He found himself standing, rising to attention for the armies of venus and of mars. Love and war. It was always a spar between them, a game, who would approach who, whom would seem the best off without the other, whom would know the most, that the other had missed them more dearly than they might themselves.
Again his gloved hand smoothed down the errant tresses of his hair and he watched her through the crowds, her form almost lost in the red velvet decedance of the surroundings. He could never loose her however. He wondered for a moment, if this was the feeling that new cinema-motion-pictures were trying to convey, the glance of ones other through a crowded room. They did not portray it to its full potential. He wasnt sure the sensation was possible to recreate.
He saw it though, the falter and frown- but as soon as it had been there, it was gone again, like a ghost passing on a chill night. If one belived in such things.
Her poise and beauty were serene to say the least. It was in that serenity, the malice within manner, the beasiality within beauty, the innocence corrupted. She was both his masterpiece and her own. He had but started the creative journy and she had moulded herself more from stars than from clay. She was the diamonds that the clay would create.
Still he did not move, allowing her to glide towards him as if carried by angels, or something akin. He stood unmoving, looking like a waxwork, trussied up in rennaisnace clothing. For a moment, he felt utterly stupid. It did not last long, and his grin bloomed like nightshade.
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Mkatsi- Lady Stardust Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 3:01 pm
*Her attention captivated, enthralled even spellbound as her piercing black eyes surveyed all before her, electricity sharp within the air, intensely magnified tenfold.
Sauntering slowly she walked forward diminishing the gap between them; stolen glances arose from the other inhabitants, watching the scene with intrigue. They stood oblivious of those around them, rose tinted lips parted in an utmost expression of surprise, rapturous, unblinking eyes stared into the depths of his soul. No words could express this moment, no scene would do it justice, emotions ran rampant within her, she daren’t not speak, would not, fearful that the silence would shatter into a thousand shards, weeping rain upon them.
Raising a feminine feline hand, resting midair, a gesture so simple yet art itself, securely fastening around his own, skin upon skin, the merest of touches, yet within that touch, the scream of wild carnal desire, infinite love emanated, pain, loss, passion. Sheltered within the room, time held no sway over the meeting of two lovers, centuries may surpass them, but too the two, only a few seconds may go by.
Unaware of all and any details, she stood before him, her mind did not reside with the cloth that adorned his frame, however elegant it may seem, nor with the glass that layered the floor, It was he, Kirus that claimed her. Moving forward, residing before him, inclining forward, long dark lashes swept closed, lips pressed upon lips in a short, sweet tantalizing kiss. *
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2008 12:41 pm
He observed her stride with rapture. His lips held agape, soft, evening rose petals forming a small 'o' as if some school boy glimpsing his first sight of a naked female.
She was Venus. Every movement she made was graced by some god, and for a small moment, there was tinge of pride and narcissus that he was that god. She was his creation. He could not hold the thought for long however, it flitted away from him on the wings of some cherub sent by Aphrodite. He was falling. He had fallen;- from grace and into her arms, to be clutched at her bosom. He wanted only to bathe in her ambiance for a moment, and he would feel a better demon for it. There was no semblance of right, or wrong here. Neither Heaven nor Hell could contain her.
As she caught his eye, he felt himself poisoned by some dart, no doubt blown from the sinful, scandalous lips of cupid himself. His chest heaved, but once. To breathe...it was a strange and alien thing- yet she could bring such futile human expression to his being- this impulsive, reactionary statement of awe.
Her hand raised, and he felt instinctively that she could fell armies with that gesture, or indeed, raise mountains. As her digits clasped themselves around his own, he could do nothing but let his lids flutter closed, sooty against milk white skin. A moment of pure ecstasy so simple in itself but speaking volumes of history and of wanting future. She was satin and silk and every exotic flower that was once imported with such fine a fabric. The kiss upon his lips undid him.
He wondered that after all this time, that his own childe could move him so, she both froze him in a moment of bliss and broke every spell her saunter had cast previously.
A moment, a sheer moment, before he found himself able to move.
His own hand clasped itself to the base of her skull with catlike movement-nimble flawless grace. Long fingers wound themselves within her locks before they found their way to alabaster throat, and to a scar, formed so very long ago....
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Mkatsi- Lady Stardust Vice Captain
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