Thread: Masqurade the calling { Lady Onyx & Elvenoff }

Small glitter of lights sparkled off the wet pavement just outside the nightclub known as Razzle. The strong cell moving off only left a small drizzle behind its wake to prove that it was there. Coal black eyes watched as the night sky slowly became lighter as the storm moved off its rapid streaks of flashing light were only a moments memory. The figure stood lingering within the shadows of the alleyway across from the nightclub. The note that he had received earlier was written upon a silk parchment, a testament of the old ways of calling a meeting among the kindred, its wording informed him to come to this place when the moon was at its highest point of travel and that it was urgent for him to be here. Watching from his vantage point, he counted numerous numbers of humans entering this establishment as the rain fell heavily upon the streets. He wondered why a calling would be held here. Numerous question arose from within but no answers could be given until he entered the place and meet with the one calling this meeting. Pulling his collar up around his neck he prepared himself to move across the berth of the street the lights from the various sources about glimmered off his wet cloak of darkness as he skittered across. His eyes continued to search the area about trying to get the feel of his surroundings. He noted the locations of the deep and dark shadows among the buildings just incase this meeting went sour and he needed to make a fast get away. Stepping within the establishment small droplets of rain fell from his white-silver streaked hair. Its long length pulled back and placed in a ponytail. He didnt like the fact that this place was filled with humans, their strong aroma would be distracting to some of the Kindred that would appear for this meeting. Unless he was the only one summoned, which that would not be a good thing for he has fallen into the kindreds category of independent, but then again, maybe this was a move to remove him. His eyes scanned the crowd of humans, looking for the one that might have called this. His eye stops half-way around the common room when he sees her. Her attire was that of the old ways, her hair was appealing to him for it showed her strength, her sitting alone and centered within the common room showed her cunning and self-assurance of her abilities. Not removing his eyes from her form, he moves closer to her, his mind wondering who she is and which kindred clan she represented. He has not seen, nor heard of her around his south-side quadrant of the city so it made sense to why this meeting was called to take place in the center of all the quadrants, the place known as the neutral zone. Upon reaching the tables end, he slightly bows his head to her. Greetings, I am Romstrahd VonZaravich, I received a note calling a meetingAre you the caller or responder to a note? asks Romstrahd. The elderly woman looked up from her trancelike glare to meet his gaze.I am the caller . Please Romstrahd take a seat, We await for the others to come. This information must be told to all kindred clans not just a few of them...It's vital that the kindred reunite or all will perish. I must accomplish this task of uniting the Kindred and keeping the masquerade intact. her words faded away in to a whisper of the ancient tongue. Rom did not understand the old language so he sat down and waited for the others to come....