Thread: Forever Crimson ((Dampylle and Vivid Fizz))

The fog was rolling in as the evening became its own living breathing entity. That fog was in turn lit by the light of oil lamps set about the palace and its gardens. It was out of this swirling fog and into this hazy illumination that the extravagant black carriage came. The dim light glinted off gold trim as the fog swirled beneath ironshod wheels of laquered mahagony. The coachmen, the same well muscled and strapping youth who had readied the carriage and the horses, reigned in the Arabian stalions bringing the coach to a stop. Those still gathered outside, be it for the night air or a simple smoke, fell silent as the coachmen lept lightly to the ground and opened the carriage door. The man who stepped from the carriage caused men to hold their breath and women to gasp quietly. His face was elegant perfection... Sharp angular features that seemed carved from alabastor, violet eyes that seemed to hold their own light and capture any who fell into their gaze. His attire was equally exquisite of course. His shirt glimmered as it was the finest white silk from the orient and its ruffle was of exquisite tailoring. His coat and trousers were the finest velvet trimmed with true gold brocade, the gold was finely spun and perfectly stiched. The chains and fastenings at his belt and along his coat were exquisitely crafted and bejeweled, they also adorned a rapier that hung elegantly at his hip gilded with finery. He was the equal if not superior of any noble garbed at the gala. The last noble to arrive had already drawn hushed whispers, they only increased as he began his stride towards the doors. His stride was possessed of a grace that was simply supernatural as he seemed to almost glide rather than simply walk. As he passed women swooned, some even as they clung to the nobles they were wed or promised to, and men nodded with respect. The gaurds at the door went rigid and one scrambled for the heralds as the doors were opened to admit this singular figure of power and nobility. Those gathered for the ball fell into a hush as horns were sounded. All eyes soon turned to the vision who now stood in the doorway bathed in the moonlight as it filtered in through the open doors. The heralds lowered their horns as one stepped forward and began to introduce the noble who seemed to draw all attention, Introducing his lordship the Duke of Scotts, adviser to the King and Clergy, the Count of Chatue De'Romani, and Baron King of the Merchant Seas... Lord Mythrand Dragonasi Viovode of the Carpathians. Mythrand let his lavender gaze scan those gathered here as was his habit. He was pleased that the heralds remembered the ancestoral honorific he insisted upon, even though the people here likely knew nothing of the Viovodes who ruled Romania for so long it was important in his eyes. Those very eyes then fell upon a buxom vision of a woman whome he had never seen before, her auburn hair framing a face of exquisite beauty with amber eyes and the sort of full lips that could lead a man to sin. The Duke smiled to himself though, being led into sin was hardly something he needed to worry about given all he had seen and done. It took a moment before he was able to tear his eyes from the beauty to notice who had brought her. It was the very Baron who had crafted the exquisite chains Mythrand now wore. He glided through the hall, people seeming to part before him like water before the prow of a ship... Stepping aside as they sensed the potent aura that hung about him. He came to a stop before the skilled jewler and his daughter and bowed his head slightly before speaking in those rich and almost hypnotic tones of his, Good evening Luois, I had feared I would be subjected to only mindless droning this night... I am glad I was wrong, though I must ask who this beautiful creature beside you is as I can not recall any vision that captured my breath so utterly. He reached out while waiting for an answer and took the buxom beauties hand lifting it to his lips with a dashing smile. He brushed his lips featherlight across the back of her hand before letting his gaze meet hers. His entrancing lavender pools meating her amber orbs as if drawn to them, his gaze then diving eagerly into the depths of her eyes.