Thread: The Havens

The ancient had wandered the marsh lands for far too long. She was weary but her voice still carried like that of a sirens enchanting. Chanting softly she beckoned the few remaining souls attached to the lands to free themselves from their earthly shackles. The ancient priestess allowed the spirits of the forgotten to swoon around her like serpents before turning her hazel-green gaze upon the curious castle. Lips curling into a wicked grin she trekked through the weeping earth with her bare feet. Silently coasting through the territory she unleashed her aura. Tentacles of power licked around her, up-heaving her long obsidian hair into a lustful dance. The regal vampiress was greeted at the door by Makaylah who looked upon her with skepticism. Without falter the ancient walked within the Haven, past the elder who remained ridged. Turning she gave a polite bow this was not her domain. I wish to speak to the Coven Master? she murmured, realizing that she didnt know what to call the leader of a place such as this. The husky voice was a melody of accents. It was nearly impossible to place her origin if it wasnt for her physical appearance. The woman appeared to be in her early twenties. She was tall and curvy, reaching only an inch above Makaylah. Her hair was just as straight as the Mistress save for the texture. It was of such lusciousness that it shun like the purest of oils. The tresses were thick and abundant falling to her wide hips. Her skin was unlike any other immortal Makaylah had seen. Such a deep golden hue that the Elder was left to assume a southern heritage. Her tilted eyes were shadowed in darker pigments of gold accentuating each curve of her face. From the high cheekbones and the strong jaw to a lush mouth that quirked into an opposing smirk. A beautiful, slightly square jaw smoothed into an elegant neck. She was bountiful in her curves, each swell and dip causing a delicious sex appeal. Makaylah didnt know what to make of the ancient. The older vampiress seemed to not have any sense of current fashion. Wearing a woven piece of cloth over her abundant bust she left her lightly muscled abdomen open for hungry eyes. Slanting low on her hips were tight silk pants, splattered with mud. The red of her garments seemed to deepen her golden skin, causing it to gleam in the lighting. Returning her elders bow Makaylah finally responded, a fearful edge in her voice, I am Makaylah Netrophs. Lady of this Manor. Painted lips turned menacingly into a smirk. The woman inclined her head as her hazel eyes danced like that of a raging ocean. A pleasure. I am Isetnofret of the Temples. Tilting her head to the side the ancient studied the bony woman from under her winged brows. With a heavy sigh Iset shook her head, Calm your suspicions. Im not here to act out the vengeance of the foolish council. The statement was harsh her eyes seeming to crest in silver with anger. I do not bow to the laws made by those younger than I. Their rule is but a blink in my eternity. Makaylah smiled, and nodded her nervousness still present in the shadow of one much older than herself. The elder was not dimwitted. The Egyptian priestess could easily reduce her to a pile of dust. Welcome then, to the Manor of Netrophs. She murmured stretching her arms wide to add a gesture of universal welcome and submission. Iset merely turned away her tread a light echo in the halls, I merely seek a place to remain for some time. Traveling has grown weary. I'll not impose my authority, you are Mistress and I'm naught but a Priestess. Pausing she cast a stormy glance towards Makaylah from over her shoulder, Here you rule and no one will dare question that should I have a say in the matter. Laetitia, miles away from the castle stood at the remains of the old haven, her face tear streaked and stained in her despair. Still she had not found Talbar and she was fast losing hope. Rather than returning back to the empty halls of Netrophs, she found herself embraced in the arms of the Good Mother and there she lay, sobbing until sleep took her away to blissful memories When Laetitia rose from the ground a few evenings later. She was covered in dirt more than usual due to her unrest. Ruffling her tangled tresses a few leaves fell from her hair. She moved towards the sound of water in an apathetic trance. The gaze of the dead. Glancing at the river, she shrugged, stripping to just her underclothing before wading into the icy depths. Her dark eyes held regret, not even the fridge liquid provoked a reaction. She bathed in awkward silence for a while before fetching her clothes. Spending a decent about of time ridding them of dirt she finally immerges along with the articles of clothing. Her normally red lips took on a slightly purple color due to the temperature, but still she seemed not to notice. She stood for a time, looking like a forgotten statue within the forest. After both clothes and body seemed satisfactorily clean and dry she redressed. Pulling on her boots, she took to wandering aimlessly once more. She choked back a sob, at a loss of where to search now that she had lost hope. Trudging despairingly deeper into the thick forest, she stumbled over a fallen log, but caught herself against an uprooted tree. Pressing her face into the rough bark she let herself lean into the girth. Just standing there, leaning against the tree, Laetitia murmurs a quiet question to the empty air, Where are you? For a time she waits, as if she really expected an answer. Finally regaining some semblance of control she turned and continued on her unknown path. When she too exhausted to continue Laetitia easily scaled a willowy tree. Resting in it's leafy branches she began to hums a soft, soothing. Nature was her audience and with her sad song the leaves swayed. Laetitia pondered her losses. Her only two loves of the world, lost to her in that blazing moment. Her violin easily combusted in the flames. More importantly, Talbar. He was still no where to be found. She was at a loss for action. Laetitia choked on a woeful gasp, she had never looked at waking each day for an eternity as such a bleak burden before My love