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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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 Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 10:57 am
Lenore steps out of the emerald flames in the fireplace. She brushes the soot off of her black leather corset and black velvet, large-flared pants. Her heeled boots barely make a sound on the stone floor.
Her amber eyes scan her surroundings, and she uses all of her other, hightened, senses to take in everything else.
She pauses in her walking once she has the place commited to memory. She closes her eyes, and adds more layers on her defenses around her thoughts. Once she is done with that, she makes a phone call. It is brief, only a few words on her end, and she flips her phone closed, hanging up on the person on the other end.
He will pay. She will get him. He took a year of her happy life away. Almost that long she spent her time worrying, wondering if that day would be the day. . . .
She stops that train of thoughts. Things are going to get better from this point on. And, if she lets herself get distracted, she won't get past her father's gaze.
She makes sure that her mind is completely closed off, everything she doesn't want her father to know is locked up tight.
She then walks further into the room, listening for signs of life.
After a few more minutes, she hears what she is looking for. With a smile twitching on her lips, she heads in the direction of the sounds.
He isn't alone, she finds, when she opens the door. When she sees the raised wands, she moves faster than any of them can see out of the line of fire. She laughs as she moves around the room, knocking over some of the Death Eaters as she does so.
"Stop!" She hears her father call in his hissing, oddly high-pitched voice.
Only when the Death Eaters lower their wands does Lenore stop her own movement. She stops behind her father.
She feels the bile burning the back of her throat even as she bows to him. "Father," she says, in a respectful voice.
"Well. . . " he starts, regarding her with cold, crimson, reptilian eyes. His slits for notrils move a little as he breathes. "If it isn't the very woman that we were talking about. . . ."
"My lord," she starts, pushing back her nausea. "I have come to ask your forgiveness, for my attacks in the past. . . . I have no excuses."
"You expect me to forgive you?" he asks, and hisses a laugh.
"No, but I am here to beg it," Lenore replies.
"And why, my dear daughter," he hisses the last word so that only she will understand, "Would I ever forgive you? Can you give me a reason why I would even spare your life?"
"No, my lord," Lenore says, meeting his eyes with her own. She can feel him picking into her brain, but her blocks will not waver. "I do not have any reason. Save, that I might be useful."
"How could you ever be useful?" he asks.
She allows the image of Dysis to enter her mind before she replies, "I am undead, my lord. Changed by an ancient vampire that has lived through many, many eras. She was one of the first. You look to get the vampires on your side?" she asks, tilting her head to the side. When he does not reply, she continues. "I could persuade her to help with that."
"Why should I trust you?"
"Why should I trust you, my lord? Why should I trust that you will let me walk out of her with my life? Or, even of my own volition?"
He narrows his eyes at that, and lifts his wand.
She knew it was coming, and she takes it. She only cries out once, at the initial shock of the pain shooting through every nerve of her body. Her hands fist, and move to her chest, as she falls to one knee.
One of her eyes squeezes shut, but she forces herself to keep the other open, keep eye contact with her father.
When he lifts his wand, she shudders, breathing deeply. She forces her weak muscles to work, and she stands again.
"I am sorry, my lord," she says, bowing her head again.
"I require proof that you know this ancient. . . ." he says.
"There is one in your ranks, one that I foolishly called friend. . . . She knows of her," Lenore supplies, wiping the blood-sweat from her forehead. "Call on her."
Her father stares into her eyes again. After a long moment, he nods. He motions one of his Death Eaters forward, and gives him his orders. With a bow, the other Disapparates.
"And, now, we wait," he says, and smiles. The look of his smile has Lenore's stomach turning. . . .
(( Note: This is an Semi-OPEN RP! What I mean by this is that, unless the character says something drastic that has to stop this, anyone of the followng people can post at any time: Lenore, Eirnae, Krista, Ala. They are part of this SL, and whenever they feel is a good time for any of their characters to enter, they may do so! Have fun! ))
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 9:12 pm
Krista was just leaving work walking across the parking lot when she had heard the loud crack. Turning her eyes narrowed alittle on her fellow Death Eaters. " I've been called on haven't I?" she runs a single hand though her hair watching the others. One of them simple nods " Your sister as well, but she is to stay in the shadows for now. There is little time to get your robes. A person who says they were your friend is there." Krista eyes narrowed then she shook her head looking to the floor muttereing to herself " Damnnit Lenore, you just can't stay out of it can you." Looking up she nods " Show me the way." Both of Death Eater walked up to her, and as the position them their hands were placed firmly on her shoulders. Without a second thought there was a loud crack as they vanished. ~~~~~~~ Mel had already appeared but stayed within the shadows. She was watching Lenore biting her bottom lip. So much she wanted to leap out to stop Lenore from making this mistake. Looking away she breaths in slowly rubbing at the vial that was in her pocket. Midoshi was wrapped around her upper arm just watching, she didn't move nor did she make a sound. It was as if she was waiting to strike at the proper moment.
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Krista DarkAngel Silme Vice Captain
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 9:21 pm
"Ah, Malfoy. . . ." Lenore's father says, turning from Lenore to look upon Krista.
The only indication that Lenore even notices that Krista is in the room is that her jaw clenches, the muscles working there. She keeps her amber orbs pointed straight ahead, and her chin held high.
"I am told that you have some evidence that might help in . . . saving this woman," he points back at Lenore. "Please, step closer," he amber eyes bore into Krista's, testing her mind to see if she has anything of use in it. . . .
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 10:01 pm
Krista looks at Lenore before she bows at the waist to her lord. Rising she smiles her mind was perfectly block expect for what she wish to be seen. She didn't dare glance at Lenore as step forward letting her lord look into her mind to find what he looking for but nothing else.
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Krista DarkAngel Silme Vice Captain
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 10:14 pm
He searches. And, finally, he nods reluctantly.
"So, you were not lying to the Dark Lord, after all, daughter," he hisses the last word again, and turns to Lenore again.
"My lord, would I have a reason to?" Lenore says, feigning innocence. And, doing a damn good job.
Her father frowns, and raises his wand again.
The curse isn't held as long as it was the last time, but she was already weakened from the last, and she doesn't cry out this time.
It takes Lenore longer to push herself to a standing postion again, and she sways. She wipes the blood from the corner of her lip, and licks it off of the back of her hand.
"I will not tolerate cheek from the likes of you," he says.
"I appologize, my lord," Lenore replies, her eyes burning with the anger she feels in her. It is quickly stamped out.
"You first need to prove to me that I can trust you. . . ." he says. "Wouldn't you agree, Malfoy? Has Lenore, here, shown us that she is a trustworthy Mudblood?"
Lenore vibrates with fury now.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 10:54 pm
It wasn't Krista but another that spoke up. She stepped out of the shadows "I do not know my lord..." Mel walked up kneeling before her lord before standing, she couldn't look at Lenore even if she wanted to. It would have given her away.
Krista eyes widen slightly at how front Mel was being before she shakes her head nodding "Yes my lord, I say she would have to proove herself, but how I do not know...." she pauses and this time she does look at Lenore before breathing in. She knew she was about to destory what friendship she had left with Lenore.
"What about your heir. What about Damien?"
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Krista DarkAngel Silme Vice Captain
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 11:16 pm
This time, her father smiles, evil all over his face. His scarlet eyes seem to light with an evil glow, and he glances at Lenore.
Lenore, who had briefly been shocked over Mel's appearance from the shadows, now rounds on Krista.
"You ******** b***h," she says through clenched teeth. "And you, my lord," she says, reigning her temper in as far as she can. But, her scaled, taloned hand goes for her wand anyway. "You are not getting my son."
"Really? Then, I see no further use for you. . . ." Her father turns to the other Death Eaters, so he cannot see Lenore's eyes dart around the room.
She sees the shift in the shadows, and she shakes her head. Let me handle this! she thinks, frustrated at this wrench in her plans.
When her father turns back to her, and she sees him raise his wand, she moves out of the way of the green beam so quickly that no one sees her. She reappears beside Krista, and shoves her wand's tip toward her throat. With a snarl, she moves away again, in the same quick manner, to reappear in front of her father.
She seems to have controled her anger, for the time being. "You have not proven yourself, my lord. I did not come here with the open heart that your others have. I made my offer. Dysis will be more useful to you than Damien. For the time being. . . ."
She hates herself, for even offering up the suggestion that maybe, in the future, she would let him see Damien.
She is hit with Crucio again, and this time, she does whimper, and she falls on her hands and knees. She pants when it is lifted, and she doesn't get up this time.
"Do what you want, you are not getting near him, my lord," she says, a small smile on her lips when she looks up at him. "And, with me dead, I guarantee you will never see him. . . ."
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 11:55 pm
Krista held her breath when she felt the wand at her throat. And no sooner had it appear it dispeared. Krista growls rubbing her neck her eyes shifting slowly to black. "I say if she won't give the child up we have Mel go get him. She knows where he be.."
Mel looks over at her sister startled for a moment, okay this wasn't the plan that Krista had told her. Looking back at Lenore she bites her bottom lip shaking her head "Oh Krista but you know that home better then I do you could get in and out of that quicker then me..."
Krista frowns hating that her sister wasn't getting it. Looking toward her lord she frowns "It sounds like these two are in on it together. They were once lovers after all...."
Mel gasps stepping back away from her sister, her eyes wide and for once showing fear.
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Krista DarkAngel Silme Vice Captain
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 12:04 am
Lenore, unconsciously, steps in front of Melantha. "You will see him later! Your quarrel is, most definitely, with me, father," Lenore hisses.
Her father backhands her with such force, that her head snaps around. When she looks back at him, her eyes are tinted red. She spits the blood out of her mouth, and stands straight again.
"Do not call me that!" he hisses back at her.
After a pause, both staring into each other's eyes, she bows her head. "Later," is all she says. "And, my lord, I would not trust that one, if I were you. . . ." she says, pointing to Krista.
Her father's gaze snaps to Krista, and his eyes narrow. "No . . . Krista," he says, his voice menacing. "When the time comes, I think it will be you that collects dear Damien for me. . . ."
He turns back to Lenore, his wisked smile on his lips now. "You. There is still the matter of me trusting you. . . ." He eyes are left forearm.
Instinctively, she grabs it, and pulls it closer to her body. No, she thinks. I do NOT want to be branded!
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 12:32 am
Krista nods to her lord then smiles alittle "As you wish.." she didn't say anything else. In truth she was angry that Lenore was here. She was trying to protect her and she was placing herself in harms way. She growls deep in her throat then say nothing more.
Mel looked at Lenore then steps away from her, only because she knew she had to. Pushing her black hair back, no one would have notice up at the same time she had down something. Closing her eyes she swallow before stepping forward in front of Lenore "My lord...please she doesn't have to join us to proove herself...."
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Krista DarkAngel Silme Vice Captain
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 12:40 am
Lenore blinks, taking her eyes from her father and looking at Melantha.
"You have another option?" her father says, staring at Melantha.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 1:12 am
Melantha swallows then shakes her head "No my lord I don't, but having her this close could be a bad thing. I means she might turn on you. And that wouldn't be good." she was trying to think quickly, she knew that she only had a few minutes.
Krista growls then shakes her head, what the hell was her twin doing? She was going to get herself killed "You see my lord. They are lovers, and you cannot trust either of them." that was when she saw the glint in Mel's hand. Her eyes widen as she looked at her sister.
Mel eyes narrow there was an understanding that was masked by the fear perfectly. Krista nods then turns to look at her lord "I think they should both died. Starting with Mel..." she pulls her wand out aiming it at Mel as she spoke the right spell within her mine.
Mel fell to the ground screaming as the pain ripped though her. She held her hand over her heart feeling it slow down as her lungs started collapsing. She grows pale and within minutes she grows cold before hitting the ground. No longering moving, she just lies there lifeless.
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Krista DarkAngel Silme Vice Captain
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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 1:24 am
Lenore watches, that is all she can do, and the anger in her heart. . . . Her nerves are on fire, and her eyes bleed red.
She turns her body toward Krista. Her fists at her side are trembling.
With a feral growl, she leaps through the air, over her father, and other death eaters, to land on Krista with such force that she is knocked to the stone floor, and skids back, almost hitting her head on the wall behind her.
She lands on top of her 'friend,' and is about to sink her talons into her, when the curse hits her yet again.
The pain seeps through the anger, the adrenaline coursing through her body, and she curls up, still on Krista.
It is a long time before it lets up, and she rolls off of Krista the moment it is. She wipes the blood-tears from her eyes, and takes a moment to compose herself.
"I think that Krista might have been right about you," her father says.
Lenore shakes her head, and meets her father's eyes, determined. She pulls herself up again, the ache in her bones and muscles almost unbearable.
But hatred, and anger, is fueling her.
She unties the green ribbon around her left arm, and fists her hand around it. She then takes off her finger-less, Slytherin-green gloves, and walks over to her father.
She shoves her forearm at him. "Do it, my lord," she says. "And, from this moment on, I am yours. You need never doubt that. . . ."
Her father's scarlet eyes search Lenore's amber ones. He nods, relishing in the idea of causing her more pain.
"And the boy?" he asks.
"Damien will see you, in time," Lenore says, guilt rising in her. She will get around that, somehow.
He nods, and moves to press his wand to her exposed skin.
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 1:30 am
The twisted nether, as it was called, is one of the many embodiments of Chaos... Ala watched it streak by her eyes at a lighting pace, but refused to let herself try to understand the twists and turns and complexities... To do so was to go insane...
She was searching for that place that twisted the nether and indicated magic within the nether that would helpfully show her where her friend was. Finally she saw what she was sure was it. The joys of the Kerrsalian power was those magics didn't effect her so much as she exitted the Nether, she was in invisible dragonic form as she silently 'landed' in the depths of the shadows
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Krista DarkAngel Silme Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 2:11 am
Krista stood brushing her clothes off as she turned her eyes narrowing at Lenore. That b***h will pay!!! How dare she!!! She looked away as her eyes started flashing alittle, her anger was building and she was trying her damnnest to not let this plan go to waste. Not after what her sister had done.
Looking back up she growls then snaps, her voice was menacing "I say she brings the boy to us now. If she can't why the hell should we trust her? She gonna be the death to us all!!!"
Lucius steps up behind Krista, placing his glove hand on his daugther's shoulder "Now now dear. Do not show anger to her. After all she is one of us. Yet even I have to wonder if she truely is..." his eyes narrowed on her. He didn't seem to care that Mel's body layed lifeless on the floor.
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