Thread: Rising Darkness ((Me and Kikora))

The towering giant stepped forward as if drawn by the commotion. There was an eerie and unearthly grace about him as he seemed to almost glide towards the raised voices. It was a frightening sight to behold, a figure so massive and towering with muscles that screamed of raw power moving with the grace and speed of a hunting cat. Even the slavers cringed a bit at his approach. Among the nobles not are were created equally or so some said, there were talks of a class of noble that was older and stronger than the rest... a dominant breed. Figures such as the towering vampire who now stood with his icy gaze falling upon the three young women were no doubt the cause of such whispers and stories. At first he did not speak, but in that silence something more frightening than any words occurred. Suddenly and without warning a staggeringly powerful eldricht aura flowed from the titanic vampire noble, it crashed over all those gathered like a tidal wave and in response many of the women moaned in sudden passion even as the slavers dropped to their knees. Even the other vampires and the creatures that served them bowed their heads as that unearthly aura filled the hall. As the women suddenly eyed him with unrestrained hunger the noble spoke in rich and resonate tones that seemed all to fitting to the towering man, Silence your squabbling flesh mongers, you are in the presence of Count Jander Drekul... show the proper respect lest I rip your throats out as an example to your peers. The slavers visibly paled, weather it was the name or the presence of the count did not matter. It was clear that one way or the other this noble was not one to be trifled with. They began to bow repeatedly and beg forgiveness but if the count cared for their display he did not show any indication. Those icy eyes of his instead traveled over the women gathered there with a predatory hunger. They eventually settled on the fiery and outspoken young woman who even now clung to her friends. His keen senses had of course caught the entirety of their little outburst and the reaction of their slavers. He was tired of the complacent whelps who sought his favor and these three presented what might prove suitable entertainment. So his eyes took in their forms, the young woman and the elder elf both had figures that would have set them apart from most of those gathered and the younger one yet held promises though only time would reveal what they might be. One seemed filled with passion, one was clearly a leader and protective of the third, and said third was quite and soft... oh so many ways he could use those traits, so many ways he could twist them into something darker and more primal. Yes his mind was made up at that point and he made a swift gesture to his guards who moved forward to attack shackles to the three even before the count spoke once more. There is no need to separate the group, no single woman could satisfy the hungers of the greater nobility... I will have all three for my private estate. He turned his eyes to the outspoken and fiery young women with a predatory grin, Rest assured young one that I will indeed work you hard, and if it is punishment you seek.... mmm only time will tell if you get it. Before the slavers could even react he had produced a heavy bag of coins from within his elegant coat and tossed it at the slavers feet. It landed with a heavy thud and a clear ring that made it clear the bag was filled with coin of the realm. That one bag could have likely purchased half those in the hall if not more so the slavers quickly scrambled for the bag bowing their heads and singing their praises to the strikingly handsome noble. For his part he stepped forward and accepted the chains held out by his guards. His iron grasp held the chains as surely as any lock and at the other end of those chains were slave collars that now were locked around the necks of the three young beauties.