Thread: The Havens

Neferys arose from the fire silently, and walked towards the bar once more. The comforting warmth of the hearth leaving her pale skin. Once again she was enveloped in perpetual loneliness. Gathering her now dry cloak she was about to leave when movement caught her attention. Laetitia was a young delicate woman. Much like Neferys she sported more of an adolescent body, however she was sired at an older age than the fledgling. Her eyes were a dark chocolate, her hair a similar shade reflecting a soft hue of red. Unfortunately, due to the poor light it merely appeared black. The elder??s skin was slowly nearing that of an Ancients?? marble white flesh. Her entire body was wrapped by a simple vine tattoo, stemming from underneath her fingernails as it slinked up her arms and legs in leafy green pigments. As the design reached her back, it bore roses in various states of bloom. The center of her body sporting the most ripe of flowers. The artistic design was sadly hidden by most of her garments. Frills and lace filled out her tiny frame in soft silken garments. A tightly bound cream corset swept in an already small waist. Her loose curls were secured from her face with a simple ribbon. Laetitia had just risen from her coffin. Her slumber still evident in her ghostly pallor as she slunk into the main parlor. She had been worried sick since the fire. She had bore the guilt of watching Kali??s legend and life give way to smoldering temperatures. She had fled the flames, with the rest, only to remember the presence of Talbar. The Elder had sprinted towards the hell engulfed church, panic gripping at her breast. But, he was no where to be found. As she escaped with searing welts upon her flesh she could only hope and pray to the Goddess that he found another shelter. Mournfully she strode through the Estate, moving to the exit to renew her search. Neferys hadn??t known the Elder long before the council struck down the shelter she had come to call home. Recounting their first greeting Neferys frowned they hadn??t started their companionship off on the best of feet. Laetitia seemed restless at the loss of her human. The fledging exchanged a sympathetic expression with the woman. She would never understand. Or perhaps, she didn??t wish to. To love would be a plague to the young one. A disease that would ravage her body and soul. She, after all, was unworthy of love? now that she was a monster. Biting her lip with a shake of her head Neferys resumed her visual interaction with the other vampiress before speaking, ??You will find him, Laetitia.?? As if to add truth to the false hope, ??He escaped war--Surely he can escape a fire. Humans are not as meager nor un-resourceful as we are led to believe?.? Her soft, pleading voice trailing off within an ellipse of sorrow filled silence. Laetitia paused at the threshold as she gathered her red cloak. With a small smile and nod she vanished into the shadows of the night, her sweet voice echoing inside the castle after her. Tainted with sweet despair, ??Oh, I hope you??re right little Neffy. I truly do?? II ??Dance with me, love.? Clear blue eyes twinkled with the request. Smooth lips upturned into a mischievous grin. A mouth she had kissed so many times in passion. ??Oh, but I couldn??t possibly do that, Julian. I??m here to entertain and be a hostess not to actually take part in the festivities.? Makaylah uttered plaintively, a flush spreading across her warm skin. ??Love?? Makaylah sat within the empty ballroom. The visions of dancing figures clad in extravagant gowns fading from the room, leaving it once more dusty and desolate. Green skirts fanned around her as she hunched brokenly, her head bowed. Inky hair hung just as dejectedly about her. ??Love?? songs of love floated hauntingly around the moon lit room. An old hand, without evidence of age swept dust from the floor revealing the shiny marble below. Reflecting the darkness of her eyes Makaylah gazed meekly. This had been her home since her arranged marriage. Her first encounter with her husband was not remarkable. His arrogance was charming, however. The more she resisted the more she was consumed? The woman stood her ground steadily. As steadily as any drunk could. The grip on her tiny wrist tightened until the goblet of wine was dropped. A loud clattered sounded upon the marble floor before the satisfying glimpse of red liquid seeping into expensive rugs. Angry cobalt met solemn coal. ??You will conduct your self, Madam, in the ways that a proper Mistress of this house should.? The threat was reinforced by the bruising pressure of his fingers. Biting into his wife??s delicate flesh Julian??s hands tightened. She swayed against him then... REMOVED SCENE her breasts straining against their confines, longing for his touch. ??Make me?? came the whimper of spite. A muscle leapt in his square jaw as he reigned in his temper. The tension soon snapped into an uproarious explosion when her aimed spit landed to the side of his mouth. With a fistful of ebony locks he wrestled the woman to the table. With one sweep of a sinewy forearm the surface was disarmed of all weapons within her reach. Her angry cries sounded throughout the room as the servants departed. Their lord was rumored for his temper. A temper which rivaled the spirit of the Lady Makaylah. Struggling over the tall woman he soon secured her in his grasp as his hips rested against her. Maneuvering a thigh on either side of his own he positioned her lower body to hang freely from the high table. She was heaving in anger, pushing against him. She bucked furiously against his exploits as his hand traveled under her heavy skirts without permission. As his fingers brushed against her undefended womanhood she sputtered in rage, renewing her efforts to throw him. Bending forward he pressed his chest to her breasts, pinning her lithe form under his bulk as he nimble fingers began to stroke her inner thighs. His skin began to seep perspiration due to her struggles, ??RELENT!? he growled. His only response was the snapping of her teeth all too close to the sensitive flesh of his ear. Makaylah growled at him then as he came closer to his destination, her eyes a black void of hatred. Julian found his mark, slipping a long tapered finger through the slit of her undergarments and into her dewed center. Slick walls grasped at his single digit as if to test its weight and size. Her hips flexed away from him until he curled his finger within her core. Anger melted away in a sweet sigh as she ached into his ministrations.. END REMOVED SCENE ??Julian??? With a heavy sigh the Elder frowned, brushing ebony locks from her unfocused vision. She supposed that is the way of the world even with a cursed life, the more you resist your existence, change, or hunger, the more it will consume your thoughts your very being and soul until it depletes all recognizable spirit? Makaylah snapped from her musings, peering around the empty space in horror. Suddenly rising she shuddered. The aurora was almost painful in its strength. Shivering against the tendrils of power she paced with quick, heavy steps towards the main parlor.