Thread: Who is who?

Tonight held no interest for one certain individual, one held above nearly all of the party goers. These ruins were her home, and everyone else was only a guest here. Why they were here was beyond her, the eldest in her clan thinking a gathering would actually be a good idea. All of the races, coped up in one place. No matter how large the castle, space was still tight, each creature use to having far more room Such a gathering was a rare occurrence, and it seemed to annoy more than it was actually enjoyed, but each was required to show, for they all lived under a higher power, The Clan, The Rule, the real owner of all the land they set foot upon, and the oldest of all of them. Thousands of years they had ruled, and no one would ever over power them, for they only grew as time went on. More members, more power, but only the very best, the purest, could live among them. All these party goers, they would never match up to what they were. It was why they were looked upon with hate, spite, but still, fear. There was nothing as deadly as they. Looking down upon the quiet room, Gale's eyes held little too no spark of interest what so ever. This was her very first big dinner, and she was suppose to be presented to several of the other races by her Elder, but she could care less. She was the youngest of them, the fairest, the most filled with life... She had quickly become treasured by the oldest of them all and spent most of her time sitting at his side, listening to his stories and letting him dote on her as he pleased. Even among creatures so naturally beautiful, to the point it was deadly, she was a treasure. There wasn't a single face there that could match hers, framed by soft waves of fire like hair that reached down to the small of her back. Perfectly white skin was dusted likely with freckles here and there, an extremely uncommon trait for her kind, given what it symbolized. She was lithe, petite, small, and delicate, her curves slight but beautiful all the same. A treasure, yes, though in her own mind she cursed her beauty, because it set her apart even more, and it was not what she wanted. Several years of not getting what she really wanted had taught her nothing, and she still longed, and probably forever would. The Elders speech wasn't heard by her at all as she stood there before the banister, unlike the others who stood so straight, she was leaning forward, looking off over the crowd. There were plenty of interesting, strange things here, many which she hadn't even seen before, considering she wasn't allowed to leave the castle grounds. Nothing was really too eye catching, however. Well, that was until a certain servant boy caught her gaze. She knew each and everyone of the lowly creatures that served her and her 'Family', but she did not know him. Her eyes narrowed slowly, though she was far away her eyes like that of a hawk, catching every little detail. It was then that she decided she'd have to taste him, smell him, touch. So, when she moved to descend the stairs with the rest, she didn't go to her place near the head of the table. Instead, she moved over to one of the servants she knew well, leaning up to the male. That one over there, the white hair..those eyes....Yes...I want him to serve me. She received a firm nod and a bow, turning to move to her place at the table, eyes on her, all disapproving, but as always, she didn't care at all. The servant that she had spoken to, Meir, a very tall, taller than Lox, and sickly thin and pale man, moved to the newcomer, bending forward. You've caught the Mistress' eye. He said in a low growl, his facial features screaming jealousy. So, I suggest you go over there and do everything in your power to please her!