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Lenore Silme-Natenhar Crew
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 Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 12:57 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2005 1:00 am
Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar Little minds, little time.
That is all you are.
While I slumber
beneath the lumber
of this forlorn world.
- 'Currents of Time', Celene AriaThere was never silence, not for one such as she. Not for all of the years she kept herself from the rest of the world, layers of Gaia's flesh and bone between her and the world they used to control. Whispering, whispering thoughts always would cascade down into the depths to brush against her mind, whispers that were far too easy to twist and send back. What was a year to her? Another whisper would pass by her soon enough, another voice to drag into herself and shift for her own amusement.
Then he passed over her, one with a voice far older than it should be. She couldn't spin him into her mental web, even after several tries. Such a strong voice! It had been so long since she had felt this rise of a challenge, so she tried again...and again...and again, but to no avail. Then he faded from her immediate hearing, so she had to follow after him, trying to tease him into letting down his guard. No, he was beyond such tricks. He was beyond her will with her buried beneath, her true potential hidden from the world.
She would have let it go, gone back to her silent musings, till she sensed a gathering of other voices, all very close, and an assortment of which she had not heard for...well, never! What had happened to the Gaia she knew? Too curious to remain hidden any longer, too tempted to go back into her slumber, she started to claw her way out of her deep grave, talons ripping into earth as she gradually made her way ever upward, towards the delicous sounds of life above. Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar Lenore frowns as her brow furrows. Her pointed, scaley tail flicks behind her. "Nyoka, I know you are angry with me, but really! You are being a bit childish," she calls, the english of her voice clipped, as it always becomes, in her frustration.
She has been out in the forest for nearly an hour, and she thinks she might be lost. Why didn't the Emerald Forest come with a map?
She sighs and rests her wand in the palm of her hand. After mutter the four points spell, she changes her course.
She would just have to talk to her daughter when she returned home. . . . For now, she could do with some of her love's warming elven wine, and a nice cozy fire. She smiles at the thought, losing herself in her musings, as she heads in the direction of the manor. Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar No rustling of leaves, no stirring of earth, no sound at all announces the fact that Lenore is being watched from a few feet behind the half elven woman. Doeskin booted feet mimic each step that Lenore takes, as half lidded eyes study the weaving black tail with interest.
'My, my, my... What have we here?' a sultry voice asks softly, though not from any certain point of origin. Indeed, it would seem the voice is within Lenore's mind. It isn't an unpleasant intrusion, just a mild, if darkly seductive, presence whose voice caresses like silk against skin.'Lost are we?' that same voice asks without changing into a less breathy tone, 'Trying to find your way home?' Mental fingers arch forward through the air, tapping their tips on the barriers of Lenore's mind to test their strength. Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar Lenore blinks at the voice in her head and stops walking. Her tail ceases to twitch, but the pointed tips of her ears do. With narrowed eyes, Lenore throws her mind into her Occlumency training - which probably won't help with this sort of 'magic.'
"Nyoka, it is low of you to resort to mind games," she calls out, her amber eyes scanning the darkness of the trees. "Come out and talk to me." Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar Nyoka.. Who is this Nyoka? Taloned fingers rear and dive into the surprsingly strong mind of this mortal being, only able to get past the first several layers before an unexplained force halts her progress. Hm.. Well, no matter. Her answer is right here, standing before her in Lenore's recent memories.
Oh, how delicously confusing this will prove to be for this mortal! A smile slowly curves up her body's lips as she settles down for a nice, long session of thought weaving in the outer shell of Lenore's mind.
Carefully mimicking Nyoka's mental voice to near perfection is easy, toning down her own presence to that of the intriquing young Medusa is a bit more of a challenge. 'Heh, easy for you to say, mum,' she cants mentally, her body's smile not fading in the least, 'You are the one looking for me when I don't wish to be found!' What an odd accent these folk use, but somehow appealing just the same. Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar "Nyoka, you get out here right now, or you are grounded!" Lenore says. She then blinks, coming to the realization that she sounds like her mum. And she is only twenty!
She shakes her head, the walls in her mind faltering a little as her concentration breaks.
"This isn't funny. . . ." Lenore says, tightening her grip on her wand as her arms hug her chest. Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar Ah, the barrier is slipping, even cracking in places. She slips into one of the larger holes, knowing that if she must she can easily claw her way back out. She now walks amongst the deeper memories and thoughts that have been stored away for months, some even years. She cups a particular thought, a memory of two women clinging to one another with their lips brushing together, and then lets it go. So, the times have come full circle then.
How delightful.
Females in power once more, their gender no longer locking them down. Very nice indeed. She dips her hands into the walls around her, tugging at the fabric of the mind she is getting to know. Just a litte bit more of a tug, and a vision of Nyoka stepping out from behind a tree fills Lenore's vision, if all goes well.
The false Nyoka, truly the mysterious female merely covering her appearance with that of the angry teenager, glares at Lenore with her hands on her scaley hips. "What do you want? Can't I just have some peace?" Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar Lenore doesn't even feel the intrusion into her mind. Far from it. At the sight of her 'daughter,' she lets the barriers fall completely.
"You ran off, I was worried about you!" Lenore says, her brow furrowing. "You have locked yourself in your room for the past few days. You won't talk to me. You don't have to tell me what's wrong, but I would hope that we have gotten past all of this. . . ." Lenore takes a few steps toward 'Nyoka' and reaches out a hand, meaning to touch one of her daughter's sparcely-scaled cheeks. Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar Much better, now that the pesky, if thin, walls have suddenly disappeared. She had guessed correctly, this woman trusts her 'child' utterly, despite the many conflicts she sees lining Lenore's mind.
Now would be the perfect time for her to start to build a level of distrust between these two, but why should she? Both women, if young, appear strong in both their will and their way. Indeed, she wishes to meet this Nyoka herself, and the others that seem to come alive inside of Lenore's mind.
Confident in her ability to fool Lenore to believe she is indeed touching the flesh of her own daughter's face, she does not back away from the hand at all. Upon contact she lets Lenore's hand remain for a moment, then backing away a step as she manages to look as though her anger is relenting slowly. "I..." She turns to look to the side, or at least the illusion does. The true face behind the illusionary mask studies Lenore carefully, a pleased expression dominating her features. "I don't want to talk about it, mum. Can we just go to the house?" Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar Lenore lets her hand fall limply at her side. She studies Nyoka carefully.
But, she is indeed fooled. Her face softens, and her reptilian eyes become warm. She smiles at her daughter and holds out her hand to her. "Alright, we will go home. Would you like me to make you some tea when we get inside? No talking required, I promise," her smile widens when she says this. "I'm afraid I might be lost, as you asked earlier. So, you might have to lead me to the manor. You know Emerald Forest better than I." Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar Ugh.. tea? No, she doesn't feel like heaving out fluids she doesn't need in her system. She'll leave such things to the mortals who seem to love that stuff so much. Tea indeed.
Yet, this Nyoka likes tea, doesn't she? Well, she knew this disguise came with drawbacks. "Alright, mum," she agrees, though she is reluctant to take Lenore's hand, but only for the sake of staying in character. After a bit of a pause her taloned hand slides around Lenore's, though she doesn't grip it tightly as she believes Nyoka herself would also do. "You win." She gives the illusion a faint smile that doesn't reach its eyes.
"We have to go this way," her imitation of Nyoka's voice instructs, turning in the direction that the many mental whispers call to her from. She starts to walk, keeping her pace easy to follow. Her illusion is so well formed that it even covers the sounds that would follow Nyoka's slithering lower half. "You should explore the forest more often, mum. Not just to find me." Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar Lenore happily follows, still unaware that she is speaking with an imposter.
"I don't think so. You know how I am about my magic. I use it, but only if it is necessary. And, I have heard there are some . . . dangerous creatures in here," Lenore says, tucking her wand into the waist band of her trousers. "No, I think I will leave the exploring up the the braver of the two of us," she says with a chuckle.
She looks around at the trees and smiles again. "But, it is beautiful at night. I can see why you would spend so much time here." Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar Hm... She alters their course a bit, heading more off into the woods than straight for the house. She has a feeling this female may be more interesting than she considered at first. She has not heard of magic for a long time, in fact she was quite convinced such had faded long ago. Apparently she had been very wrong indeed.
Such would explain the strange shifts in this one's aura, especially where the horns and tail are concerned. Most interesting, indeed. She must learn more, but perhaps this guise is not the one she needs. The information she seeks is more personal than a daughter could ask. What of the lover she saw hidden away in Lenore's mind? A slight wrench and the memory she viewed before is in her hands, being played out to its fullest.
There is her tool. Should this Lenore prove to be as much of a resource as she suspects, a blood bond will assure her loyalty to her no matter what she appears as. She dares not reveal her true nature just yet, as she has been hidden away for years, she must consider the possibility that her abilities need to be retuned. Besides, the best tricks are the old ones. Now, how to give the daughter's illusion a chance to fade away? Ah, that will work.
"It is beautiful out here at night. A lot of the animals you mentioned sleep during this time. Besides, I like being out under the stars. Wait... Mum? Did you hear something?" Nyoka's illusion halts, the head turning to the left as it studies the shadows gathered there.
A very real boar rushes out of the bushes not a moment after, its eyes blazing with influenced rage. She plucks at its mind like a three string harp, finding it incrediably easy to control. Peh, beasts have always been such weak minded things. Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar Lenore freezes, staring at the boar for only a moment.
But, rather than taking her wand in hand and blasting at the beast with a curse or two, she stumbles out of the way, running into the trees. Not far, as she wants to keep an eye on her daughter.
"You don't have your bow, Nyoka?" Lenore asks, not looking at her daughter, but watching the boar.
Finally, she fumbles with her wand and pulls it out. She tries to aim. . . Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar "Don't bother, mela," Eirnae's voice says from the shadows behind the boar, the moon elf stepping out of hiding to slide the sharp tip of her sword into the boar's side till it reaches its innards, only then quickly drawing out the weapon. She leans over the now quivering animal, taking out a dagger to slit its throat and still its thrashing legs to the occansional death twitch. Sea green eyes look up to the spot where Nyoka was but a moment before, seeing nothing at all. "Where did she go?" she asks in a concerned tone, "And why was she unarmed? Nyoka never leaves the house without a weapon to go out into the forest. I never thought she could be so careless." The sword is carefully cleaned as the real boar continues to go lumbering off into the woods, its sounds masked as well as its image. " Melamin, I told you, you don't have to go into the forest alone. Why didn't you come get me before you left?" Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar Lenore watches, her heavy-lidded eyes slightly widened, as 'Eirnae' 'kills' the boar.
It takes her a moment to register what Eirnae is saying, and the fact that Nyoka has disappeared again. She sighs and goes to Eirnae, as if on insinct. Her mind is fuzzy now. The boar would surely have harmed her, but she still is seeing flashes of the 'death,' and she is not all together happy about it.
She looks up at Eirnae, not throwing her arms around her like she normally would. She seems a bit odd to her. Maybe she just got into the elven wine? Whatever it is, she'll wait for Eirnae to pull her closer before she does anything. "I am not sure, melamin" she says, truthfully. She sighs when she sees Nyoka is no longer with them. "She's upset with me. I should have known she gave in too quickly. She'll likely be in here all night."
"I'm sorry I didn't get you. My mind was distracted. I just wanted to come and try to work things out with her, that's all," Lenore explains, sighing again. Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar She shakes her head, sighing as she rises to a crouch in order to first sheath her sword, then the dagger in its hidden sheath inside her right boot. "I understand your intentions, mela, but sometimes Nyoka just needs to be alone. I am worried for her being out here unarmed, however." She straightens before advancing to Lenore's side, gently touching her right shoulder as her eyes shine with what could be perceived as deeply felt love, "I'm not upset with you, even if you nearly became skewered." A light chuckle follows as Eirnae wraps her arms around Lenore to gather her to her chest, planting a soft kiss on Lenore's cheek. "What do you say to us going to find her together? Not before I clean up this mess, however. With a little luck, Calavel will be able to tell me what caused this boar to go feral." She lifts a brow as she puts a bit of space between them to ask, "You wouldn't mind us making use of the meat, mela? I am sorry for killing it so suddenly in front of you, but it was the love of my life or the boar." She taps the tip of Lenore's nose playfully with a wink. Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar Lenore's brow furrows when Eirnae talks of Nyoka being unarmed again. Her daughter is very capable, yes, but could she get around predators without the help of her bow? Or even her sword?
Her worries melt away a little when Eirnae puts her arms around her. She sinks comfortably into her love's embrace, closing her eyes. When she pulls away, Lenore looks up into Eirnae's eyes. "I don't mind, any of it. Nyoka will be pleased if we have this for breakfast tomorrow."
She frowns a little, suddenly feeling a little weak-hearted. "It's alright, love," she says, forcing a smile. "It was just a bit startling. I understand the options you were faced with." Her somewhat-flat nose wrinkles when Eirnae taps it, and she has to smile at the wink.
She's feeling more at ease again. "If you let me take care of the boar, we can start looking for her sooner?" she offers, pointing her wand at the boar for emphasis. Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar "I am glad you aren't upset, mela. I would have hated to warm the couch this morning," Eirnae says teasingly before lightly kissing the nose she tapped. Hmm.. These two fit together well, and she is fully relaxed now. This may yet be easier than I thought. However, what to do when she uses that wand of hers, as she calls it? Shouldn't be too hard to handle. An excellant opportunity to see just what magic she really knows, at the very least.She nods, stepping to the side to give Lenore plenty of room to work with. "Just let me know if you need me to do anything," she offers as she waits to see just what Lenore is up to. Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar "That was a rash decision I still feel horrible about," Lenore sighs, thinking about the night she told Eirnae it was either she, or her, that was sleeping on the couch.
But, she winks at Eirnae. "I'll just get this to the kitchen then," she says, and flicks her wand. The spell's purpose is to transport the boar to the kitchen, where Emmy will surely take care of it. IF it works on the boar, that is, as it is only an illusion. Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar The boar does indeed disappear from view, though the feeling of the spell's completion never comes. Instead it lingers in the air for a moment before winking out, as if seeking the object it was to transport and never finding it. "Seems like that went well," Eirnae comments once the boar is no longer visable, "I'm glad you got the hang of your magic back, Lenore. I'm sure we can depend on Emmy to take care of it from here." She walks over and wraps an arm over Lenore's shoulder before she starts to walk in the direction Nyoka last was, heading further into the woods. "Once we find her, should you use your magic to get us all home at once so we don't risk her running off again?" Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar Lenore feels it, the feeling of the spell never completing, but she doesn't really have time to comment on it. She shakes her head, and turns to Eirnae again. "Yes. I'll just get her home that way. She'll Disapparate again, of course. I might make it impossible, just to annoy her," she chuckles.
"You can track, right love?" Lenore asks, looking at the ground as though it is something altogether foreign to her. She wraps an arm arounf Eirnae's wasit, tightening it a little. "It might have been my imagination, you telling me that, though. It would go a lot faster if you were able to, though," she sighs. "I had my heart set on that cuppa before the boar raged out at us," she grins up at Eirnae with twinkling amber eyes. Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar Eirnae chuckles softly and nods once, wrapping one arm behind Lenore to hug her chosen that way. "Of course I can, mela. Not as well as Alimus, that's for sure, but I can track. Unfortunately, not when we're like this." She kisses the top of Lenore's forehead gently before stepping away from her, unweaving their arms from one another. "Follow right behind me, alright? No more than a couple of feet. We have to watch out for one another out here at night." Quietly the Shadowdancer walks forward, eyeing the ground as if calculating where they should go. "This way," she whispers softly before heading to the right and past a large tree. Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar Lenore nods in reply to Eirnae. She straightens her back and swallows the nagging fear that her love's words have brought up in her. She holds her wand in her fist and follows about a foot and a half behind Eirnae, just to give her space.
She doesn't make a sound as she moves, even her footsteps seem to not make very little sound.
Who said watching the people in your home does not help you in some way? Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar Eirnae leads Lenore past several trees, more bushes than one would likely want to count, and finally past a small boulder next to a small stream trickling its way through the forest. That is where she stops and looks mighty perplexed, kneeling down to examine the small pebbles beneath the flow of water. Her and Lenore had been talking back and forth as they moved through the woods, of course stopping every time. Small bits of information were exchanged, snippets that may or may not have seemed all that important to Lenore. Most concerned her magic, but in a very subtle manner. All seemed relative to the situation at hand, however. Now there is nothing but puzzled silence from the moon elf. Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar Lenore stops. She watches Eirnae for a moment, her brow furrowing. She pushes one of her dreads out of her face and takes a step closer. "What is it, melamin?" she asks softly.
Thoughts are racing through her mind though. Is Nyoka injured? Was she attacked? Is she dead?
She bites her lip, clasping her hands at her waist. Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar There is no reply from Eirnae other than a wave of her left hand for Lenore to come closer, her other hand busy pointing to a particular pebble in the cold water. Then she remains kneeling and still, no other movement following the first. The same being from before seems to step out of the darkness behind Lenore, again making no sound as she moves. She is but a breath away from the pale skinned half elf, a distance that is easily closed as she leans forward, her right hand going to Lenore's green dreads and lifting them to move them to the left. Her lips soon go to where her hand was, her speed rather amazing to witness if one's eyes can keep up.
Lenore may not even realize at first what is going on, even when the feeling of two sharp teeth piercing her skin and a bit beyond occurs. Like any true vampire, especially one well versed in the ways of the mind and body, a feeling of euphoria is soon to follow for the victim of the 'dark kiss', in this case Lenore. Cold arms wrap around Lenore's midsection to hold her securely even as the image of Eirnae fades away slowly, till nothing is by the stream but air and untrodden grass.Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar Before Lenore can take a step toward Eirnae, she feels the slight move of her hair, and then a sharp pain.
She gasps. Her hands raise to push at the being behind her, but she soon drops them, her wand falling to the ground. She leans against the being behind her, her heavy lidded eyes closing a little. Her hand moves to the arms around her middle.
She feels as though she is floating away. She doesn't want to feeling to end. Her eyes are closed properly now as she lets her head fall to the side, affording better access to her neck. Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar Access which is taken advantage of by soft lips pressing to either side of the wound made in Lenore's neck, suckling demandingly at the salty fluid being pumped by Lenore's heart. It's been so very long since she's fed, as such a thing is not really necessary for her anymore, so this is a delightful experience. Her coldness is slowly extinguished by the warmth found in the stolen crimson liquid, even though her flesh gains no additional color. Indeed, her skin remains much like living marble, so very white as to look inanimate till she moves.
During this entire process, memories are exchanged as well as power. Secrets from a lifetime Lenore could never have experienced on her own, due to its being so long ago, skitter down the halls of the half elf's mind, even as much more recent thoughts make their own journey to the mind of the one feeding upon her. Flickers of faces Lenore has never known, feelings that are foreign to her heart, urges that no mortal should ever be moved by, all invade her conciousness. A name is prevailant throughout this entire assault, a name to apply to the face she sees reflected in many a vision by a mirror or in another victim's eyes. A name whose utterance speaks of an age long gone by, the name of Dysis. Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar The clouds in her mind shift as Lenore sees the memories in her mind's eye.
Something in her head, some memory from school, forces her to try one last time to make herself try to pull away.
But the darkness is swimming before her. She's close to the point of swooning. Where her once-warm hand had been resting on the being's arm, it's somehow paler form is hanging limply at her side.
Lenore's legs go limp and her knees buckle. She falls back on Dysis, her mouth open a little as she tries to breathe deeper. Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar Just a little longer this pose is held, more blood drawn as Lenore gets weaker, and weaker. Her mortal body slowly starts to lose the power to stand at all, Dysis supporting Lenore with her strength to keep her from falling.
Suddenly it ends, Dysis removing her lips from Lenore's throat and kneeling, gently guiding Lenore down with her till she has the dying half elf reclined in her arms. She supports the back of Lenore's head with a cupped hand, forcing the weary woman to look up into deep brown eyes. "You know me now," a soothing soprano voice states as the hand that isn't holding up Lenore's head brushes away stray strands of hair from Lenore's face. "Choose. Join your gods in the afterlife, or be my guide in this one." Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar Lenore's breathing is shallow as her eyelids flutter open. She tries to pull away from Dysis' touch, almost revolted now.
Her amber eyes meet the brown ones. Try as she might, she cannot pull her gaze away. She just stares into her eyes, feeling a mix of love, and hate, for the woman leaning over her.
Then, unbidden, flashes of her family swim into her mind. She sees Eirnae first, then Damien, and Nyoka, Shina, Vinyn, Arlath. Everyone in the manor. Could she leave them? Should she?
Would they be able to deal with. . . whatever she is to become if she takes Dysis' help.
She forces her eyelids to close as she feels the life slipping away from her. Her mind clings to the thought of Eirnae, as she takes a shuddering breath.
With all the strength she has left, she manages the whispered words: "Do it." Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar In the end, it is amazing what little effort it takes for someone to go from mortal to vampire. There is a choice involved beyond the pouring of the vampire's blood down the throat of the person they wish to Turn, that much is true, but that choice has already been made within Lenore's mind. At least such is what Dysis believes as she slits her wrist and keeps the wound open so her sluggish blood can trickle out of the gash and spill down into Lenore's already open and gasping mouth.
Dysis smiles, like a mother offering her baby a bottle, as she lowers her wrist down so Lenore can latch onto it if she gains enough strength to do so. No sense in letting her new child starve. "You are my second daughter," she purrs, petting Lenore's hair possessively, "As such you have more tethers than my first. I am not a cruel mistress, dear Lenore, not if you follow instruction well." Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar At the first drop of blood to enter her mouth, Lenore's stomach burns with a hunger she has never felt. Her reptilian eyes seem to brighten, and a small surge of energy, and instinct, grips her.
She raises her head and grabs at Dysis's wrist. She latches on to the wound, drinking greedily. Her head swims a little, as though she has just had a few glasses of Eirnae's elven wine, and she feels a little warmth coming back to her cold body.
At Dysis's words, Lenore tries to reason with the beast that has overtaken all of her logic. She does not want to be the posession, or slave, of anyone; especially this woman.
But the beast does not listen to her frantic voice. She just drinks hungrily. Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar Dysis allows her new ward to drink for a time, closing her eyes and letting out a low moan at the feeling of being fed on after many a century. How could she have forgotten the bliss of giving instead of taking? Such an overpowering sensation, but one she can not let cloud her senses for long.
Her new daughter would drain her dry, given the chance. Soon after her soft sound of pleasure, Dysis presses the palm of her free hand against Lenore's forehead as a precaution, her mind telling Lenore to release her wrist immediately as she attempts to pull her arm away. Her eyes snap open during this motion, their focus on Lenore giving her mental control strength over Lenore's still mortal mind. 'That's enough, Daughter,' her mental voice reprimands Lenore as she wrenches away their physical link to one another. Lenore Slytherin-Natenhar When she is pushed away, Lenore lets out an involuntary wimper. The burning hunger is still in her stomach.
But she forces herself not to look at Dysis, and busies herself trying to bring back up the blocks on her mind. She doesn't want the vampire in her head anymore.
She's strong enough now to sit up and wrap her arms around her chest, though her muscles tremble with the effort. She closes her eyes and her brow furrows. Her lip trembles as she struggles to bring her emotions under control. What has she done? She is a danger to all of those that she loves!
She just sits there, trembling a little, and trying to ignore the hunger. She blocks out Dysis, and wills herself to 'wake up.' This certainly has to be a nightmare! This didn't happen, none of it! She'll wake, her love's arms around her, warm in her bed. . . .
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 10:02 pm
"Poor, poor dear," the sultry voice murmurs as unearthly fingers reach down for the edge of Lenore's chin to try and stroke it. "I assure you, Lenore, that this is far from a dream."
Her voice hardens somewhat as she assesses her situation now. In a forest with plenty of mortals living within its expanse, and a hungry childe which to feed. Mmm... how long had it been since she'd had the pleasure of setting her own against their family? Centuries? No, longer than that. Perhaps she had best not leap to such heights as of yet. This one's loyalty remained far too strong to her past life to control completely without forcing her. 'And I do so hate to have to force them,' she purrs in her mind, imagining all sorts of better ways to twirl Lenore about her pinky finger.
"I'm sure that your family won't mind me borrowing you for a few nights," she muses as her fingers find the beginnings of purchase on slowly cooling skin. "Tis best that you listen to me now, my dear, else you won't survive long enough to see them again."
The thinly veiled threat is matched by the slight curve of bloodstained lips, the tips of the very canines that pierced Lenore's healing throat poking just over the lower of the two.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 10:10 pm
All she wants to do now is cry. What was she thinking? Would dying have been better for her family?
Lenore pulls away and covers her face with her hands. She shivers and the not-so-thinly-veiled threat, and she forces herself to look at Dysis. Suprizingly, angry fire burns in her eyes.
But, she doesn't say a word. "Teach me," she says, the anger not showing in her voice. She sounds more like a frightened child, which makes her anger burn ever hotter. . . .
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 10:36 pm
The reply that Lenore receives issues from both mouth and mind of the ancient before her, though no true words are spoken either way. A soft and possessive growl that reverbrates against the inner walls of the newly reborn half-elf's mind, similar to a cat's purr in regard to the pleasure projected from its cause, but far more intrusive.
Dysis does not remain still after that. Swift as the raindrops in summer, she slides away from her charge, practically winking out of sight but leaving a heavy scent trail for Lenore to follow.
The purr turns into Dysis's soft mental voice as she instructs, 'You must learn your new senses. All will be different now. Listen to all around you. Hear their fluttering hearts as they run from you.'
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 11:07 pm
Lenore tries to reconstruct her mental defenses yet again, but is failing.
The truth is, movies and myth are not going to be much help, she thinks. Sighing, she stands, and sniffs the air.
Her already keen sense of smell seems to be magnified, and she chokes on the new smells that are in the air.
Shaking her head, she instead tries to focus on her hearing. Immediately, she claps her hands over her ears, cursing softly.
Chancing another sniff in the air, she starts to follow the smell of Dysis, as she believes that is one of the only things she can do right now.
She listens again, with her hands still over her ears. She still hears the faint heart beats of creatures, darting into the shadows. What should be calm, steady beats, are now a painful tattoo in her ears. She squeezes her eyes shut, and continues following.
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 11:27 pm
She'd known that there was promise in this one. She had sensed it from the beginning, along with a longing to learn more of both Lenore and this world that she had left in a previous age when those of her generation went into hiding. The taste of her recent meal brushes up her slender esaphogus, her running her tongue over her lips to draw in what has dried there with a smile.
She watches Lenore from behind one of the forest's thicker tree trunks, a quick glance assessing Lenore's progress at tracking her before she starts to move again. She is watching for a sign of life that is larger than the tiny tidbits she has found so far, grumbling within at the lack of larger game. Perhaps she should have entranced the boar after all?
Ah... wait. The scent of blood on the air, and the distant sound of low growling. Wolves, if her ears remembered the sound correctly. She doesn't have to twitch her nose in the air as Lenore did earlier, her childe doing such out of mortal reflex. No, the scent cloys about her nostrils, dragging across the skin like velvet as she steers for that direction, knowing that should Lenore follow that the aroma would possibly drive the younger vampiress into a fit of blood lust.
This should be... educational.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 11:32 pm
Lenore continues on her path, keeping her eyes closed so that she can grow accustomed to dealing with her new senses. She slowly lowers her hands, wincing again when she hears the little rodents in the forest, stomping around like elephants.
She suddenly stops, though. Something. . . . delicious. . . . Her stomach growls, and sounds like a roaring lion to her. Her eyes snap open. She cannot see, but a change is coming over them. Slowly, they are bleeding into crimson. She feels her mouth salivating, and her hands fists. Her knuckles are white, and her long, pointed nails are drawing blood from the skin of her palms. . . .
Dinner. . . .
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 11:42 pm
She sidesteps to be well out of her youngling's way once she senses Lenore's inner Beast taking hold of her childe's mentality. Ah.. the wonderment of watching another lose themselves to their Hunger for the first time. 'The first is always the best,' she tells herself as she nibbles on her lower lip, but not strongly enough to draw her own fluid from the lush flesh. No, it would not do at all for Lenore to ignore the weaker targets and turn upon her now. She would hate to have to risk destroying Lenore at this point. The first lust always is the strongest, and when a fledging frenzies even she could be clipped by their talons.
The wolves sink their teeth into the downed buck hungerily, tearing at both skin and flesh with their powerful jaws full of sharp teeth. The Alpha had already eaten, and is seated to the side, watching over his pack with quiet courage. The moonlight that filters through the trees dapples his grey-silver coat as he scans the horizon of the small clearing for danger. A soft whuffle of his nose as his hackles raise. Something was near. Something dead... No.. He snuffs again at the air, his pack already ceasing their feeding to do the same.
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Posted: Sun Dec 18, 2005 11:47 pm
Lenore sniffs the air again, her eyes turning pure crimson now. Her pupils are mere, very narrow, slits, and she sees nothing but red now, smells nothing but her meal. . . .
Her legs tense, and soon all of her muscles follow. With a low hiss, she charges toward her meal.
She doesn't have a clear thought in her mind. She doesn't notice if there is any danger around her. She just knows that she needs to feed! The hunger burning through her veins is all that she knows, now.
With a low growl in her throat, she bursts from the trees, and lands on her hands and toes. She jumps, and flies through the air toward the buck. . . .
She has to eat, or she will die. She needs that blood. . . .
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2005 12:01 am
She swivels her gaze to watch as well as sense Lenore's bursting from the foilage, her eyes tracking the green-haired vampiress's movements as she lands in a crouch, looking as if such manuvers were commonplace for her. She smiles approvingly as Lenore flows into a jump that takes her high into the air, her young one's talons extended fully as well as her mouth opening to reveal her fangs to the night air, as well as to the terrified eyes of the wolves that Dysis can smell of the fear radiating off of. She prepares herself by bending slightly at the knees, ready to leap into the now circling pack to defend her prize if she must, though she would much prefer to see how Lenore handled herself on her own.
The Alpha starts, shocked into silence even as his fur lifts from the back of his neck to stand up in thick tufts. The next moment he is darting forward, planting himself between this being and his pack, snarling a challenge as the others back away from their kill, the stronger readying themselves to leap from behind him to rake at the incoming threat once their Alpha had a hold of its throat.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2005 12:09 am
A growl low in her throat is heard when she lands in a crouch again. Through the red haze, she sees her enemy in front of her.
Without even thinking, she pulls her wand from her waist band, and points it at the wolf. Without muttering a word, a green beam of light emits from the tip of her wand.
She watches as it hits the wolf in front of her, and a feral laugh starts from deep in her chest. She looks around her, growling again, as though challenging anyone else to come at her.
"This is mine," she hisses.
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Eirnae Slytherin-Natenhar
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2005 12:30 am
'What energy was that?' Dysis immediately questions of herself as the wolf that was hit by the beam falls to the forest floor lifeless with a muffled thud. She had not been expecting this form of attack, nor the surge of power that crackled within Lenore's mind before it was unleashed. This must be a part of her childe's magic, and it seemed a part of her nature that she sought to normally supress.
How utterly delightful.
She watches as the other wolves whimper and start to scatter at the sight of the largest of them slumped in the crushed grass, giving up their meal in exchange for their lives. Hmph. Perhaps the foul things weren't so brainless after all.
'This magic of hers, it seems ancient. Wild. How can I harness it?' she muses as she eyes the crouched Lenore as the half-elf laughs, the sound echoing the hungry flare in the woman's bright red eyes. Yes, it shouldn't be long now... Her new pet would feed, and once sated, would be ready to continue her lessons. In time, her will would be as putty, and then she would serve the mortals of this wood to Lenore and herself on a silver platter.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2005 12:35 am
Lenore senses that the others have scattered. With a satisfied grin, she hurries toward the carcass. She sinks her fangs into the hide, further down, hitting flesh.
The first taste of the blood floods her mouth, and she grunts hungrily. She digs her nails into the hide, and gulps greedily.
Out of habit, she comes up for air, blood dripping down her chin, to her neck, and down onto her chest. It isn't too long before she is hungrily gulping the blood from the dead deer again.
Once she is sure that she has bled the deer dry, she pulls back, and flops onto her back. She stares up at the canopy of leaves, and the stars twinlkling. The red clouding her vision is slowly starting to fade. She licks the blood from her nails.
She still has not seen what she has done to the wolf. . . .
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