Thread: A Bloody Cause ( Ava & Valanaer)

The splashing had her smiling with a gasp for a moment. Very mature. I find it hard to believe that you are the leader of your kind. It was the first time she had dawned a full smile in a while. Teeth as white and bright as the moon itself. her smile grew lax as she went about fixing up his wound dressings. Listening as he spoke of his future plans when he was no longer a guest within the walls of a VanBuran home. His answer was honest and truthful. It was almost reassuring. You know.... as a leader... you do play a big part in all of this. What if I were the leader of the Sanguine Knights and head of the VanBuran family? She quizzed. The title of being head of the family was far from her reach, nor was it something that she desperately sought. She found no happiness in power and it would remain that way. She patched up his wound and placed the pillow where it once was so that he could sit up. She moved and handed the cup of water over to him and pulled the table closer, for easier access to his food. There, now you may eat. Slender fingers fiddled with the red long gem that lay nestled in the valley of her busy. A gift from her father. She sat in the high back chair once more. Emerald eyes staring into the dancing flames beneath the mantle. Almost hypnotized by the beautiful sight, unable to rip her eyes away as she sat in idle thought before speaking once more. I think we can both agree, that the sooner you are gone... the better. Her eyes remained fixed upon the fire, almost in a trance like state. Her voice hinted at the slightest bit of disappointment at her own words. Why could peace like this be everywhere? This moment would be a lost memory and tale that no one would believe in. A VanBuran and a DeLure, speaking casually to one another. I use to believe in fairy tales, DeLune, I wish I still could. She took in a deep breath.Her eyes finally ungluing from the sight beneath the mantle. If you will excuse me. She said politely before unbarring the door and leaving once more to check on the fallen knights she housed. Several of the lycans had left of their own free will. Some of her own kin lingered and some left to one of her brother's abodes. Almost all the rooms were empty for once, and if what the werewolf leader said was true, it would be a little while before she was needed to house a fallen being. She downed a goblet of blood and headed back upstairs and into her chambers once more. Gently closing the door behind her. In silence she walked over to the side of the fireplace and opened up a shuttered window. The moon shining brightly through the small window. Stars blanketing the sky. She leaned on the window sill and just idly looked out of the window. The forest edge lined the border of her land. A place of retreat before the war moved her way. Her back turned to the werewolf. Her mind reliving dreams she always recalled. Running through the forests barefoot, with the light of the moon peeking through the canopy. Hanging her feet in the water with a young boy splashing her. Chasing one another through the woods only to fall to the ground in a fit of laughter. She often got lost in her own thoughts, but then again she did not normally have another being occupying her ante chamber. A knock upon the door broke her thoughts and with a reluctant sigh she wandered over to the door and opened it up, only for a guard to hand her a roll of parchment. She thanked him and closed the door behind her, locking it soon after. Green orbs glanced at the red seal and once more she felt the sensation of her heart sinking. The seal was removed and the parchment unrolled as she red the writing. Oh my goodness... Gabriel is arriving in two days time. She was both happy and frightened. More frightened though. Again her anxiety flared up a bit and she trapped her lower lip between her teeth. Fangs scraping along the flesh as it slowly slid out. This night is not my night. She sighed. A cupboard was opened up in a far corner and she took out a cup and poured something in it. Clearly not blood. she took a sip of it and the liquid fire coursed down her throat and she felt it throughout her body. Handing over the tin cup to the DeLune upon the sofa. You're welcome. She sat back in the chair and closed her eyes to relax for a moment. Trying to calm herself down.