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NOTE The description of the Manor is not up yet. Stay tuned for updates. For now you may RP outside of those boundaries. Setting up the characters in the area and providing us with a peek on how you found yourself in the area. It's Evening, and it's Winter. A foot of snow lay in the given area. The surroundings are rural, sparse woods and open fields until over a small hill the Manor can be seen. The Scarlet Hell Manor Listen to the whispers that float upon the winds, caressing softly the dead. Hear the whispers- are you listening to the song sung by the mute? Her voice silent, sooths sweetly in deafening octaves, calling and weaving you to the land of blood. A siren captivating you while still she lingers captive herself. She's crying out in silence while the heartbeat of the land races blood through vines, stones and mirrors. There she stands, upon lands bathed in blood- sinking into the moisture of loves and enemies gone past. Time enriched in immortal blood bound to hell on Earth. Scarlet is your sight, silence in her voice as she tells you her tail with a feeble smile, waning behind tired eyes. Lit by candles she beckons you past Hell??s threshold into the prison she is lost to, an attentive bow of the head. Are you the savior of hell, or will your blood bring a flood upon these lands? Bring that which is not stained by blood and cry out in anguish as you??re consumed by scarlet. No innocence remains upon lands bathed in blood. For deep in the ground of hell, well below the stones, caressed by roots and reflected in mirrors lays The Countess of Hell . Immortal in beauty and youth she sleeps, soaking blood from the enriched soil. She bring eternity to the manor. Cruel and restless she needs strength from a mighty being to rise her from depths her slumber. Still, the battle to find her is but the battle to find youth and beauty, with her a holy grail of blood is buried. Within well cut rubies and inlaid gold pulses the power of the First of the Damned . She carries the blood of the beginings. She carries the past of mortals tortured and forgotten. Bathed in blood of the fallen. While you enter the castle you feel whispers turns to shouts for revenge, blood and justice- and still the she devil purrs with greed of beauty and floats behind reflective surfaces. She is bound to the lands as bark is bound to a tree natural and everlasting. Her greed has increased--no longer will mortal blood surfice. Her body hungers for the rich crimson of the immortal. Guard your blood upon entering the Scarlet Hell Manor.
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The night was seemingly peaceful. The soft silver of the moon??s glow reflecting off the white of snow. Only a few snowflakes continued to fall, the soft breeze lifting a few from tree limbs. But, there was an upset to the placid scene. A figure cantered through the thigh high snow deposits. Limber legs clothed in black leather leapt over snow drifts. Heavy black boots caused the figure to plummet further into the cold banks as she struggled forward. She frantically looked towards the tree line, her yellow eyes flickering frantically at each jump of shadows. She turned once more, her green, woolen sweater floating about her form as she picked up a lope once more. Across the open area she flew, terror causing each muscle to strain and ache with the exertion. Behind her another figure came into view, calmly striding past the darkness of the woods. His tattered red cloak hid most of his figure as it curled around him, a powerful aurora spiking. Red circled him, a stark contrast to the pureness of the freshly fallen snow. It pooled around his muscular frame, sliding along his body lovingly. His gate was sure and confident as the woman ahead struggled threw the depths. The Hunter seemed to glide over the terrain, his feet falling lightly through the icy surface. He continued to approach as the woman turned towards him, the green hood falling to her shoulders. His target was identified Donelda. Elda turned, her legs spreading into a defensive stance as she faced the predator, checking her balance.
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L ance stood, vigilant at the Manor gates. His keen eyes watching the surrounding forest for anything that might seem hostile. Inspecting every trunk, every tree and every flake that fell before him. Daring any of them to challenge his guard, the man simply stood. Veiled in a deep blue cloak, the man awaited whatever should come, until, something did. A dog, Deohgee by the looks of it. Lance knew who the dog belonged to, one of the Manor's werewolves. Kneeling slow, he caught the dog's head with a hand, and gently ran his gloved fingers over the fur. Dogs, served as a good messenger, for both lycan and vampire, for strange connections kept the minds tangled, and the Guardian was quick to let the dog slip inside. A valiant scrape of steel on silver alloy signaled the drawing of his signature weapon. His sword was slung horizontally along his belt-line. Holding the six foot blade easily against him, until he revealed it's sheen. It's body was like a machete katana hybrid. Wide blade, forged by folding the metal on itself tediously, and incredibly strong for it's metallic make. At the handle, only a thick hook poked, to catch the blade of an enemy's weapon, should it slide down to threaten Lance's fingers. O ff he ran, only a split second behind the sound of his weapon's heralding scrape. Feet pounding the ground silently, as he shot into the night. That long cloak, whipping and dancing behind him, he soon neared the clearing where the werewolf had obviously turned to fight the approaching threat. Donelda, less than a loyal servant of the Manor, yet never the less, it was his duty to protect those who resided there. Seconds trickled away as he closed on the targets, like blood from a dying patient. The opposing figure was a vampire, that much was certain, thus, with a quick hand, he drew a simple flare from his belt. Standard gear for a watchman, a simple device that never failed to catch the attention of their allies. Whipping it's head against the blunt side of his blade, the strange light blinked into existence, burning a signal for help into the night's dark blanket. A flick of the wrist, and the flare flew behind him, quick and true to his throw, it landed between where he now stood, and the manor, yet still outside the gates.
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Donelda stood her ground, panting heavily as her chest strained against the tight confines of her leather tunic and woolen coat. The hunter still approached her, his gate seeming calculated with its slow stride. One strong forearm lurched out as he bent it behind him. The hunter withdrew a well crafted cross bow, silver and light it was easily folded against his body. But now it clanked against the archer bracer formidably. Not only was the bow for long range but it soon occurred to Donelda that it doubled as a short sword. The front of the crossbow narrowed into a point before extending into a weapon that would make close range fighter??s envious. Though, it made the weapon top heavy it allowed the handler versatility. Donelda froze as he withdrew an arrow knowing her speed wouldn??t carry her away, or towards him in time. She was stuck in the open with no cover until the flash lit up the night behind her causing a distraction. The man paused after he loaded his weapon, his confident stride coming to a stop. The hooded figured turned his head towards the new intruder, his weapon still steady on the wolf. A deep voice dripped through the silence, soothing and thick like honey. ??Turn back, younger..? was his simple request. Time hung still as the tension increased between the trio.
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L ance came to a slow stop, catching his weight on his left foot as it stayed behind, and his right slipped to the front. Only twenty paces from both Donelda and the attacker. The sword swung to his front, slowly angling so it's tip was the vertex of an acute triangle with the ground. A deadly stance, designed to cut off the means of retreat for most opponents. His arms flexed, ready to lop a limb off a the first sign of offense on the red-cloaked man's part. Those dismal blue eyes watched the fingers closest to the crossbow's trigger, waiting to see the trigger be pulled. I will turn back only if she comes as well. Was his simple reply, stern, demanding, and determined. Mr.Craetu took slow strides towards Donelda, bringing the gap between them to a mere ten feet, before he stopped.
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The 5??10? figure smirked, moon light playing off his elevated cheekbones as well as the swell of his red lips. ??Remove yourself from my presence before you are slain by your own kind.? He warned, slowly and deliberately aiming his weapon towards the other vampire. ??You will regret this night, youngling--if you do not retract your offence.? His stern voice echoed through the night as a glint of green narrowed from under the heavy red hood.
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T he guardian stood his ground, staring at the other vampire with that yet determined gaze, even while faced with the weapon. His lips pursed, and a quick side-ways glance to the Werewolf beside him let him know he was the only one armed. Hopefully no matter, as werewolves were more physically adept than vampires. You may kill me, Elder, but that flare is going to be your end if you do. I won't go down with only one bolt, and I assure you, I won't let you reload...even if you can win, my brethren will be here far before our battle has an outcome. Lance had to be right, in honesty, how long could it take for the vampires to see the blazing flare? It didn't matter, he simply had to make sure the two of them didn't die before the reinforcements arrived. A simple task, and hopefully one which was easy enough.
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Roslyn finally found the gates to the manor after months of searching. She had been told of this place by another vampire she had seen at a nightclub. It looked like a nice haven, not too far from civilization, and if other vampires lived here there was surely to be a way to feed reliably. Speaking of which, she was hungry. Having not had any sort of blood intake in about a week, she was left weakened. She leaped over the gate and looked around for anyone near, expanding her awareness to sense the emotions of anyone nearby. She sensed anger, fear, and contempt, but not close enough that it should worry her. She tried the front door handle and found it locked as she assumed she would. She didn't want to break anything to get in, so she stayed there for a while, not really making herself hidden just in case someone came by to let her in.
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The man smirked, his grin betraying dangerous intent as nimble fingers stroked along the trigger of his bow like a familiar lover. ??You do not realize that my age is nothing in comparison to my experience in killing..? His shoulders relaxed as he titled his head up, evaluating the taller man before his eyes flicked back to Elda. Ther She-Wolf was slightly hunched, her finger tips brushing the snow as she eyed him. Green eyes flicked back towards the vampire, ??I assure you, even if I do not have time to reload I??m quite versatile.? With a heavy sigh he tossed his head impatiently, ??LEAVE US! I do not wish to slaughter my own kind, but I will not hesitate to rid the immortal world of ignorance??
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T he bluff was called. Lance couldn't help but feel a slight ping of distaste for the situation. If it was only he and the elder vampire it wouldn't be so difficult. Protecting was always more troublesome than slaying. He couldn't help but feel bitter. Giving a glance to the female before he returned his gaze to the elder. The young vampire sighed quietly, and nodded. To live and protect others in the future was better than dying to protect one werewolf now. Logic told him. However, pride was telling him differently. Drowning out such feeble emotions, the guardian turned, and in a quite quick flash of silver, the sword he had been wielding was sheathed, and his feet were swiftly taking him not in the direction of the Manor, but farther from it instead. He'd not be followed back to the Manor, if indeed the elder vampire wished to do so.
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Leon smiled as the man began to leave the scene. Elda straightened, her head jerking to the side as the guardian turned his back on her. A snarl ripped through her throat. If she was going to live through this encounter her animosity would greatly burden the ??guardian??. Her heart thundered as she turned back towards the main danger. Leon??s gaze focused back on his target. ??Come now, bitch? You can??t truly hold a grudge against a smart man?? he paused, wickedly adding, ??Then again, you won??t have to-- as you??ll be dead. Your corpse won??t hold much when I rip your fur and teeth from your form. Now--?? Elda??s eyes shone silver-gold, a sheen of anger coating her eyes as her pupils dilated. ??--That??s it, Wolf. Change so I may skin you alive.?
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I n passing the hunter, Lance made a bold move. Reaching between cloak and belt for yet another flare. This time, he simply broke it's head off inside the holster, and tugged out the now flaring remainder. Quite literally throwing it to the red cloaked vampire, he made sure he followed it closely. Drawing that longsword from it's sheath yet again with a satisfying scrape of metals. Small whetstones in the sheath sharpened and keened the blade as he quickly pulled it to an attack ready position. With his eyes closed, he counted his steps, nearing ten feet to the opponent before the flare touched ground, and became significantly numbed by the fallen snow. The six foot weapon was quick in the hands of such a strong and adept wielder, it swiftly rounded and was pulled hilt-first past it's owner's hips. Extending out an easy four feet from Lance, the blade was in a school-book pierce position, ready to slide into the body of it's victim. Elder, you claim victory too quickly.
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I t was cold outside, had been for awhile, and Nevaeh's skin was beginning to numb. She had lost track of the hours that had passed since she'd left her last place of residence. Her thin, pale, shaking fingers pulled the black cloak tighter around her frame as her booted feet made a path through the snow. Her auburn curls were frosted over, but still fell beautifully around her face and shoulders as she trudged forth. 'There has to be a lodge of some sort around' she thought. A hill was coming up in front of her and Nevaeh's emerald eyes looked at it, filled with dismay. She wasn't sure she had the energy to keep going, much less the drive, but if she were to collapse out here, she was done for. So, with a sigh, the woman began making her way up the hill. As she came to the peak, her eyes lighted with relief a mansion! Just in time too! She began a very slow jog forward, as her muscles were aching painfully, but she was eager to reach the establisment in hopes of being able to rest.
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Roslyn heard footsteps in the distance as she waited near the door of the mansion. She could almost see someone now, her aura revealing an emotion she knew but couldn't identify from this distance. She bided her time, waiting for the new arrival to make it to the gate before interaction. She kept her hopes up that it would be a vampire able to let her in, though somehow she still had a feeling that she would be wrong. At least if it was still human she might get a meal out of it.
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Tugging on her heavy boots, Galiena's face is twisted into a scowl. Apparently a fresh batch of souls had wandered their way to the manor and there was already confrontations going on. A curvaceous woman, the hostile expression paired with the weaponry she stocked up on seemed surprising. This vampiress was no soft, gentle creature. At least not when it came to such nonsense. A dagger tucked in her cleavage, a sword at her hip, and draping a compound bow over her shoulder, a quiver in her left hand, she strides confidently through the manor that was now pronounced her. Her redish brown hair is pulled back in a loose and messy braid, shoddily done for the sake of her rush. Busting out the front door, she pays no mind to the mortal lingering there, instead striding past her wordlessly. Her intention was to head off the fight happening in her front lawn if possible. And if not, to take down the aggressors before they could completely disrupt the peace that had fallen on this land. It had taken great effort to calm the spirits that sought to drive her insane, and she would not have some child of the blood make her days miserable for any particular reason. Strong strides lead her past the gates, eventually coming upon a scene involving a werewolf, an elder of her species and a recently turned vampire. Lips curling up in a smile less than amicably, she takes an aggressive step forward, her impressive aura filling the clearing, as even the falling patterns of the snow flakes alter ever so slightly. Who dares invoke the violence of Scarlet Hell and it's mistress? she inquires sweetly enough, though her green eyes were narrowed, finger on the trigger of the loaded crossbow aimed behind her, resting on her shoulder blade.
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Leon stood his ground as Lance propelled towards him. Lifting the crossbow he caught the sword between the space of its bow and shaft. Twisting he averted the direction of the attack slightly. Still suffering a wound as the blade carved past his ribs. But, at least the elder wasn??t mortally wounded. With a gruff pant he twisted, attempting to disarm the man until a voice sounded above the violence. Resorting to a swift kick to the man??s legs he turned his bow now aimed on the new intruder. His other hand clutched at his wound, blood staining his hand as he reached lower still for another sword less the man come back towards him. Three certainly was a crowd. With an angry smirk he lowered his bow from the ancient. Forgetting the battle and the sword he gave a deep bow, the crimson cloak sweeping about him. Small droplets of blood spilled onto the fresh snow, ??Milady. I was but trying to rid the lands of troublesome creatures for you. So as to alleviate your burden.? At that Elda stiffened, growling, ??You tracked me here when I sought shelter!?
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P lacing his weight on the foot kept behind him, he shot backwards, sliding the sword from Leon's weapon, and leaping to just ten feet away yet again. Lance's dim eyes moved to the elder, and quickly tossed themselves to the ground. Respectfully averting his gaze, as he whirled the sword's edge back into it's sheath, though he kept a cautious hand on it's hilt. He remained quiet, all but sure about exactly what he could expect of this new much older vampire. Slowly, his form dropped to a single knee, placing that free hand onto the higher leg's midsection. Silence fell over him and him alone it seemed, as the werewolf and his prior opponent spoke on their own behalves, judging from what they said, it seemed this would be an interesting turn of events.
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Pleased that both vampires had the sense enough to show proper respect and cease and desist brought a certain relaxed state onto the female. Letting the bow fall to her side, she takes a step forward, green eyes focusing on the presumptuous male elder. Lips curved into a smile that was less a smile than a dangerous grin, she nods at his words. And I asked you to tend to this creature? she asks, a particularly wry intonation on her words as yet another step takes her closer to the arrogant elder. Or perhaps you know better the nature of this manor than I do myself? she asks, that intonation rising in sharpness, the scolding nature of these questions all the more obvious. Standing in front of him easily, her thin top whipping against her decidedly feminine form in the wind, she could have easily looked like a damsel in distress, but her presence spoke of no such nonsense. All manner of beasts are welcome here, not just yourself. It is the typical plight of the male vampire to be on an ego trip and somehow think himself superior. But I assure you, that personality will not put you on my good side. I suggest you apologize profusely to all those who stand before you and make me believe you mean it, or that pretty cape of yours will not be the only red to mar this lovely winter scene, she murmurs with a wicked grin, her eyes daring the younger vampire to tempt her further.
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Elda tossed her head, removing herself from the scene. Tiredly trudging to her shelter to leave the vampires to discuss respect amongst themselves. She gracefully loped away from the situation. Scoffing at the thought that the creatures could even have respect. Leon followed her path with his eyes, his strong jaw turning upwards. His eyes flicked to the ancient, his head still held high, portraying his confidence and dominance. He rose from his bow, straightening as his gaze again flicked to the guardian who was kneeling. ??You interfere with my hunt. I do not challenge your rule over a desolated land nor your dead, welcoming heart. If you wish for no blood to be spilt on your front lawn you should not harbor my target, Milady.? His eyes glazed over in challenge. His stance spread, his muscled thighs flexing under the leather, ??Come Lady, you do not have the pelt that warms my bed so let me pass-- Unless, you wish to warm it another way.? A sly, flirtatious smirk flicked over his features. The wound was healing, the droplets of crimson slowing as he curled his hands around hidden weapons. He was skilled, but knew of the disadvantage he was at, being quite younger than the ancient. If you wish to strike, the blood will not only be mine. Relaxing slightly he peered evenly at her, assessing the situation with calculating flicks of his eyes.
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T he guardian simply sat in silence, lifting his knee just enough to keep it off the cold and moist ground. Eyes on neither of the other vampires as they spoke, and he simply listened. His dull gray eyes wandering over the snow aimlessly, as if plotting the strikes that might have been to come. Each of those others had ranged weapons, while he had none. Of course, lest they both boasted weapons with the power to slay their own kin, the missiles would prove to be of little use. Feh..animal...You're no better than those you slay... He mumbled under his breath, hostility wreathing his voice as a furnace would to smelt steel. The grip on his weapon's handle tightened and twisted, he'd have the man's head if it was up to him, however, with a superior in the area, his body was not his to control.