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Thread: A familiar vampire's kiss (Krystal x Wander)

Life in hiding is hard, no matter how rich you are.Krystal had been hiding from him for the last 30 years. Dmitri, the ruthless Vampire hunter who blamed her for his families murder and his being turned 5 centuries ago. For most of those years, krystal and her husband were able to evade Dmitri, but almost 30 years ago to the day, he found her. He was about to kill her, when heroically her husband Xander jumped in front of her, taking the blow himself. She watched the light leave his eyes as he died. Dmitri had succeeded in taking the one person most precious to her away. Krystal ran, hiding away from Dmitri, not wanting her husband's sacrifice to be in vein. She still mourns her love to this day, crying alone in her room. The only real comfort she receives is from her butler, Roreck, who occationally comes in and holds her. It was never enough though. She was still plauged by the misery of being without her love, her soulmate. This particular day, she was feeling better, and needed to blow off some steam, so she walked down to the dojo in her etensive castle. She looked around, having already changed into her fighting clothes, looking for her samurai swords. They were a gift from Xander for their wedding long ago, and her prized possessions. Where are they? She voiced to herself audibly, looking confused. They weren't hanging in their usual spot by her glaive, so where could they be? This had her worried. She knew that Dmitri knew just jow much she treasured those swords. She needed to find tgem, and quickly. Krystal asked ariund the castle, bug none had seen tgemnin days, not even roreck. She began to get ancy. Krystal needednyhose swords. They were the only thing she hadnleftnof hernlate husband. She looked through the yellow pages, one particular private investicater getting her attension. She wrote him a quick but beautifil letter, setting a port key in the shape of a ring with it. She hopedbhe would come. She desparately neede his help tobtrack down whoever stole her swords.
Thread: A familiar vampire's kiss (Krystal x Wander)

It was a long dry spell and the ring of the bell was like the soothing silver lining of the moon within the hopeless wanderings amongst the labyrinth if a dusky cave. Noctre felt like Thesues within the maze, searching for eminent doom in the form of the nefarious Minotaur. With absolutely no action and Noctre had realised that it was about time he gave up on this pursuit. Be a doctor! Engineering is a great pursuit. Business management, sure shot way into Wall Street. Those advices which appeared in the past to be ramblings and ravings now appeared to be apt advises. Why? Noctre wondered, Why did I ever decide to become a detective. This profession does nothing which it promises. No car chases, no action, no shootouts. It is just so dull. Noctre could not help but reflect upon his past mission. He was given the job to retrieve a missing dog. Even though he had finally found the dog, he had the despicable image of Jim Carey dancing around with expressions that would even put caricatures to shame. Is this what I am going to be? A comic version of Ace Ventura? A pet detective? The very thought made Noctre even more depressed as with a loud Snap! Something exploded. The cigarette that lay balanced between his lips and the efficacy of which had made the detective a human chimney, certainly tipped and went somersaulting and skydiving earthward and within less than a moment was being crushed and disembowelled below the detectives shoe. His board had once again fallen and he was not in the mood for this would have been the umpteenth time he would have screwed it back up. The board was so old and moist that it was difficult to discern that Noctre Detective Agency was written in English of Chinese. Presently Noctres mind was diverted elsewhere for while the board could wait, the call could not. YES! He had exclaimed with a clamp of his fist and a backward jerk of his elbow in celebration of the call. Within moments he was up towards the phone a such a pace that would easily make Usain Bolt want to dig his own grave and sprint into it, he answered the phone. It was made by a woman with the sweetest voice Noctre had ever heard and he decided that he wanted to speak to this woman not just for any job. Hello, He said and could already feel a grin upon his face.
Thread: A familiar vampire's kiss (Krystal x Wander)

Krystal smiled a little herself since he picked up. Hello, my name is Krystal Kobayashi and Ibam in need of your assistance. I'm being chased by a man with a grudge, and the only piece I have of my late husbsnd has gone missing. I believe that the man may have had something to do with it. She explained, not going into enough derail to let on that she was inhuman. She twirled her long blue hair around her finger as she talked, feet up on her deep cherrywood desk as she relaxed back into the chair. She couldn't place it, but there was something so very familiar in that one gello, she could feel her heart begin to ache for Xander once again. Krystal began talking again, rocking slightly in her leather uphostered office chair. On your desk you will find a letter and a ring. Keep the letter on you, because once you put the ring on, you will arrive somewhere new. She told him simply, meaning her hidden castle on the outskirts of newyork, near the bottom of a mountain. She continued on to explain just what went missing, hoping he would accept her kind offer. She would pay him a million dollars to find her precious swords.
Thread: A familiar vampire's kiss (Krystal x Wander)

Deja vu A feeling that what has happened has already happened before. This was what Noctre was experiencing at the moment as if this moment had happened before. The voice of the woman felt so familiar that it almost made him cringe with desire. It made him yearn for something he had decided to put aside in order to pursue his career. The very voice of this woman who called herself Krystal Kobayashi made the detective yearn for love, for affection, for need of a woman within his arms. Why am I feeling like this? Noctre wondered. But he was unable to place the reason for this experience and decided to ignore this most innate calling of his awareness. Presently he paid heed to her words and nodded in apprehension. He held the letter in his grasp just as the woman had asked. But the second order appeared to leave him flummoxed. I will what... His words were cut in the very middle as he put the ring on his finger for Noctre experienced an intense stretching and distortion of his limbs which he never believed possible. Within this state of formless limbo he felt he was being heaved and lurched towards something. What is going on? He wanted to ask but he could not even think for he did not even know the location of his thoughts. But then the detective found himself before a deserted mansion in the middle of what he assumed was nowhere. What the fuck? He exclaimed and scratched the long mane of dark hair as he wondered what to do next. This must be a dream. Yes, definitely a dream and where the dream takes you, you must explore. Therefore, like an excursionist, he decided to explore and grabbed the massive knocker which hung upon the fangs of the face of a man engraved in gold upon the door and knocked. Hello, He asked, Anybody in there?
Thread: A familiar vampire's kiss (Krystal x Wander)

Krystal smiled slightly. So it would seem that the heroic private investigator would hear her plea. His voice was like velvet as he spoke, and she couldn't help but think of her late husband as she heard him speak on the phone. There was just something about the vernacular he used and the sound of the words rolling off his tongue brought a feeling of nostalgia to the pretty queen. She twirled a piece of hair on her finger, knowing it would not be long now. The mansion was far from abandoned, though to his eyes it would look just that. Powerful magic was wrapped around the great stone mansion, in order to keep its owner safe. Thick, green vines with leaveas like elephant ears ran all along the three story tall building, wrapping around it as if to camouflage it. The stone was a dark grey, but through his eyes he would see it bleached by the sun and brittle like kindling for a fire. Behind large iron gates held an expansive garden, which looked only slightly overgrown, as if someone had trimmed it, perhaps recently. The knocker was a fresh polished gold in contrast to the rest of the mansion, the fanged man actually a dragon, the large mahogany door showing an intricately cut blooming japanese cherry tree. Though the door was slightly faded, you coukd still see it deep color if you looked at a certain angle. At the knock on the giant mahogany door, a man with hair cascading down his back appeared, giving the man a smile. He bowed graciously, the only real sign of his emotion hidden in his deep blue eyes. Good afternoon, sir. I am Roreck, the caretaker of this mansion. Have you an invitation from the lady of the house? He asked, face as blank as a fresh piece of paper from a printer. In order for the man to see what lies beyond the magic, he must possess a simple letter, written in the scrolling and intricate hand of the lady of the house, who'd called him only moments before. Without that proof, Roreck would have no choice but to wipe away what memories thebman posses of this lonely mansion on a cliff. The less people who knew the location, the better. If the hunter were to find them, there would surely be bloodshed.
Thread: A familiar vampire's kiss (Krystal x Wander)

The knock on the door was loud and repeated. Noctre was quite sure by now that all this was a dream from which he would awaken soon. He expected to be brought back to reality by the blaring of his loud alarm anytime now. But the alarm did not sound. The only sound that came to his ears was the sound of the knocker upon the old dilapidated door. It was certainly possibe that there was no resident within this ruined premise. It was covered with vines and the building appeared as if it would crumble and fall over him if he dared enter it. This is a dream, Noctre reminded himself, Even if the building does fall on my head, I will just die here and wakeup in real life. The detective laughed off the thought and watched as the door opened. Before him was a Butler who appeared quite formal and dapper. Then he began to think, If the owner of the house can afford the wages of a Butler then why cant she pay to repair this dump? The butler was standing stiff, his gaze was cold and nonchalant and the detective winced at his expression. He demanded an invite and thinking back, Noctre remembered the words of the woman on the phone. Keep the letter on you. She had said. Being a detective, adding two and two was his job and he deduced the significance of the letter immediately. Pulling the crumpled envelope out of his jacket pocket, he shoved it forward into the clean palms of the Butler. The Butler extracted a monocle from his jacket and placed it upon his eye. That is quite the aristocratic Butler. Noctre concluded. Pulling the parchment out of its casing, the Butler examined it while scratching his chin. Yes, Replied, the Butler, please take your seat upon the dining table. The lady of the house shall greet you shortly over dinner. With these commands, the Butler eloped within the confines of what appeared to be a lavish and cavernous palace. This place seemed a lot worst from the outside. But it is beautiful within. He commented, gazing around the large well decorated hall, the magnificent chandelier hanging overhead. Noctre made his way over to the dining table. It was large and could easily seat almost thirty people. She must party hard to have something this big. He said and then took his seat at the corner of the table and waited for the Lady of the house.
Thread: My Not-So-Little Pony [Midnight x Citrillic]

If you dont stop making a fuss I will stick a bullet right through your head, you hear me? Those were the words that silenced the enraged stallion that just seconds ago was bucking around wildly in a mad attempt to escape his captors. The centaur stood well over 6 feet tall, not including the majority of his human half that was quite higher up than most people in the barn. His fur was a nice shade of dark gray that faded out to white as it reached his black hooves hidden but thick white fetlock feathers. The horse body of the man was quite impressive, thick muscles were well defined from front to back. His human half was no less stellar. He had the same wavering colors on his skin as he did with the rest of his body. His carved muscles and almost Adonis like figurine complimented by the ray skin that turned white towards his fingers as well as his hair which was as white as the tuffs of fur on his feet. The hair fell past his chiseled jawline and broad shoulders, making up for what would naturally be the mane of the horse by falling just a little over his horse back. This body was currently being tied down in restraints, garnished by a black semi-quarter saddle made specifically show-offy with gems of various shades of dark blue. To match the saddle, his hair was braided and tied neatly with a dark ribbon to give him a less mangled-looking appearance. Dark blue eyes grazed over the room, glaring over at everyone as they pushed, pulled, and rudely shoved hands where they werent needed at all in order to prepare him for what looked to be a show-case of some sort. He was decorated with new horseshoes, which hurt like a bitch, and every bit of him was scrubbed clean and trimmed down as if he was about to be put on a store line for some little girls toy pony collection. He felt emasculated, humiliated, and enraged that he fell under the tricks of these humans. He used to be a free stallion, and now here he was waiting to be some rotten humans play-thing. A more finely dressed man, the person who had bought him, looked around at his fellow workers with a satisfied look. This should be good enough to present. Just remember the bow and to chain him down so he doesnt run off before my precious sons sees him, the man ordered, handing over a large black bow to one of them. Then he left the barn and the workers quickly finished up, locking him down by the hooves and sticking the big bow on the top of the saddle. After double-checking everything, the workers soon left, leaving the horse waiting for whomever this son was. Eyre looked around the barn which actually wasnt empty. Some average horses were each in their own stables, looking at the man with disinterest or eating away at some hay left out for them. He sneered, looking down at the chains, feebly attempting to see if he could move any. He could bring his hoof about three or four inches from the ground before a hard yank was made as the chain couldnt lift any higher. With a groan, Eyre could do nothing but wait there helplessly, but given the chance he wasnt going to play easy to get.
Thread: My Not-So-Little Pony [Midnight x Citrillic]

Lord Zachary was a young man who had just turned eighteen, and as such was being gifted a rather 'expensive' horse as a present, with the expectation that he'd train the beast and enter him in dressage contests, or contests of a similar ilk. Zachary himself wasn't too keen, not having much interest in the subject considering how he'd often seen the horses being 'trained', but lacked the courage to speak up and instead could only accept the gift with a forced smile. On orders from his mother, he'd been dressed in semi-formal clothing, his long blonde hair pulled back into a neat ponytail with a navy blue ribbon to match his suit. Navy blue was one of the family colours, which was fairly obvious from how his parents would garb everything in that colour. His servant lead him to the barns where his new present was being held. He wasn't supposed to know what it was, but a maid had let it slip earlier in the week what was planned to arrive, so he had to remember to look surprised and grateful, despite what his actual thoughts were on the whole matter. Being the only son of a very rich and important Lord was trouble sometimes. There was a small fanfare from the servants and workers milling around the outside of the barn as he entered, some of them wishing him a belated happy birthday and bowing politely, while closer friends of his father would come up and pat him on the shoulder. He greeted them each in turn, shaking their hands before walking inside where his father stood beside the stable that he presumed his 'gift' was kept. The greying man greeted Zachary with a warm smile and another pat on the back. I hope you like your present, my boy. We're expecting to compete in the gala next month! He practically boomed, finally opening the stable door to show off the gift.
Thread: My Not-So-Little Pony [Midnight x Citrillic]

The man had contemplated trying to break free from the metal rings around his hooves, contemplated making a run for his freedom. However, the one thing that held him back was the thought of the men waiting for him, gun in hands, ready to shoot him if he tried. He wasn't exactly keen on the idea of dying just yet so he was just going to have to swallow all of his pride for now and wait for his opportunity. He could hear the faint sound of chatter coming from outside the barn, which only meant that the supposed birthday boy must've arrived. His ears perked up and his blue eyes locked on the barn door as it began to move, filling the otherwise silent barn with a long creaking noise of old metal hinges. Then, the barn filled with a light that just seemed so blinding to Eyre he couldn't help but flinch. Once his eyes adjusted, he looked over to see what were quite a few party guests, the same old faced man, and a young boy standing among them all. The boy definitely looked like a little sailor with his blonde hair all tied back, but who was he to talk? He just got a horrendous make-over courtesy of these ridiculous people. He wasn't some damn pageant horse. He was half-human too! He had feelings and thoughts and dreams! None of which involved partaking in such humiliating activities such as braided hair, glammed out saddles, and the stupid bows and ribbons. So he didn't greet the boy with a very happy expression. No, it was more like an expression of seething rage and disgust. He pulled once again, trying to kick his feet a bit to hopefully prove that he wasn't at all going to go easy on the boy. He was meant to be a wild animal, not someone's pet.
Thread: My Not-So-Little Pony [Midnight x Citrillic]

With his father looking proudly at him, eyes flicking between the horse and the boy, Zachary could do nothing but step closer, feeling very nervous and hesitant. The horse, if he could be even called that, was a very grand looking creature. Tall, powerful, muscular, hardly suited for a pageant life, perhaps more for life in the fields or farmhouses. But the blonde wouldn't complain, that would be far too rude. He'd perhaps make a comment later on out of earshot from his family, but right now they were all looking expectantly at him, waiting for his thanks. A bright and fake smile spread across his lips, and Zachary turned to his father to speak. He's wonderful, thank you very much, Father. His father beamed, walking over and smacking the horse man harshly on the flank in a supposedly good natured gesture. Be sure to train this one well, I'll be expecting to you compete in the next show and I'll accept no less than you being in the top three. Of course, Father. The young man nodded, turning his weary eyes back to his 'gift', who simply looked annoyed at him. He couldn't blame the creature, or should he call him a man? He wasn't sure how to react at all.
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Thread: Saving Elizabeth {The Gothic Temptress and Alan23}

Name Elizabeth Dwight Age 28 Hair Red Eyes Green Height 170 cm Weight 126 lbs Current Position CEO of Dwight Sons. Earned the position by her own capability and somewhat the perks of being the President of the company's eldest daughter. Personality Ambitious, Proud, Dominating, Assiduous, Demanding, Cold, in short control-freakbitch Background With her father being the owner of one the world's largest cosmetics company, Elizabeth got the favored treatment all her life. She received what ever she demanded and was spoiled beyond control. She could have had any man she ever wanted but Ms. Dwight desired power and to be recognized like her father. After a lot of nagging, whining and tantrums she got a job in her father's company and worked ruthlessly day and night, hungry for perfection and then finally became the CEO of Dwight Sons which had been so far ruled by men of her family some credit does go to her father, who was rather scared at his daughter's obsessiveness. But who was to be blamed but him for making her believe she could have anything she wanted?. Extra She is Half-Irish maternally and Half-British paternally Name Tris Rankin. Those who work with him vaguely suspect it might be a pseudonym. Age Admits to late twenties, has a generally youthful appearance and could basically pass from anything from 20 to 40. Hair Brown Eyes Deep grey Height 180cm Weight 63kg Current position Records clerk. Has a lifestyle suspiciously affluent for such a lowly place. Also seems to posses an erudition above such a station knows about classical music, Flemish art, literature. Personality Self-effacing, willing, yet superiors gain impression he is not fully serous and is obeying instructions more or less for his own amusement. Despite this, he is efficient at his job and has actually introduced a number of modifications to the system which have worked well. Some are suspicious he is in such a low paid job given his obvious intelligence. Background Speaks with slightly Antipodean accent Aussie? NZ? yet claims to have been born in London, UK.