Thread: Spoils of Blood (Vixen_mistress and Google)

RE Spoils of Blood It was a bad idea to send the troops out, but the king had not listened to his only daughter Ariya when she had said it. In the end it did not matter, she was young, so the others had not bothered thinking over her suggestion, saying she did not understand these matters and that when she was queen she would see why their decision was right. But now it was too late, their enemies had broken through and were now in the castle, rounding up everyone, the guards trying to fight them off and dying, while servants and others in the castle gave up, not wanting themselves, or their families hurt by fighting the invaders. Ariya had been in her room, told of the inevitable downfall of her home and so she had gotten dressed in her normal attire, which was her undergarments, a long flowing dark purple velvet like gown that reached her ankles, and on her feet were silver sandals. She had not bothered with a circlet, or anything of that sort, her jewelry would be taken and sold, so the only thing she kept was her mother's necklace, which she was now wearing, which was shaped in the form of a butterfly with a small opal as the body, and crystal in the wings. When told that the enemy was in the castle her maids, and ladies in waiting had come to her room, begging her to leave, to hide, or something, but Ariya refused and in moments the door had opened and like all the others the women were put in chains and a collar and lead to the room where they were keeping others. Once in the room others were startled, looking over at the princess, and wondered if they would kill the last of the royal family as they had heard or if there would be something far worse in store for her. Ariya herself thought about this too, seeing the vampires watching her with hunger in their eyes, she knew none would be too kind to her, and each would hurt her no matter what. Soon she felt herself tremble a little, but after taking a deep breath she attempted to calm herself, not wanting to seem too weak or frightened, though hiding fear from these creature she heard was impossible or so the stories had said. Ariya was hard not to look at, with pale skin, and long dark hair that was almost black, which made her silver eyes stand out even more. Her body was slender as any elf would be, and she had a C cup bust and soft curvy hips leading to her tone backside and long set of legs under the dress. She had managed to control her trembling until she was approached by a intimating male vampire who took hold of her chain and announced that she was his. Seeing the anger and other looks from the vampires in the room worried her, hoping he would be able to handle them should one say he wanted her or try and take her from this one, but she noticed he was dressed different, wondering if he was higher in rank, but she did not know much of vampire ranks and structure in their military. When pulled to him by the collar she moved closer, despite her desire not to and looked up at him, her body still, but her eyes gave her away, showing she really was terrified of him and she had little doubt he would not notice the slight trembling to her lips, though others would not. When asked her name it startled her, but she answered him, My name is Ariya, sir. She replied, not sure what she was suppose to call him, but hoped he would give her credit for trying and being respectful, since she knew this vampire was in control and he now owned her, or so she guessed by being claimed by him. However her eyes went to the other women in the room, seeing them shrink away from the vampires as they approached and sought their own prizes. Ariya felt sorry for them, hoping none would be killed, but then again she wondered if death would be a mercy compared to what these creatures might do to them. Looking back to the one holding her chain she looked up into his red eyes, but not for long, something about those red eyes scared her and so she had to look away. Now that she looked away from him and avoided his eyes she noticed he was not bad looking for a vampire, and had she not been so terrified she might have found him attractive, and that said something since elven men were very handsome. That though she pushed away quickly and was thankful he had no idea of that thought, despite how brief it might have been.