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Thread: A Familiar Face (YrkMena)

Gabrielle dressed once the robe was handed to her. She didn't rush, because that was another sign of shame and weakness. When Ethan turned back to her, she was pulling her curls from beneath the robe and scattering them over her shoulders. She straightened her shoulders and dipped her head a little. Take me to them. Her stomach twisted a little. He did remember her. She knew a sire's influence was strong, but she'd hoped...well, that he'd latched on to someone else. A surrogate sire could be just as influential if the youngling took to the surrogate right away. But whatever had happened in the years since she'd turned Ethan, nothing had erased his memory of her. Perhaps she would speak to the den's leader about his delinquence in offering her clothing. She was, after all, a visiting delegate.
Thread: A Familiar Face (YrkMena)

After a hundred feet or so of dark corridor, another, larger room would appear. This one clearly a place of importance, as it wasn't quite as dark or abandoned as the previous room. More robed beings sat in long wooden pews before a group of five red cloaked people, whom stared down at them. The classing courtroom setting, yes. A large figure approached Ethan as he arrived, and pulled him aside. The two of them sat in a pew toward the front. The blonde Vampire put his hood back up, and his head lowered. The large figure sat on the side opposing Gabrielle, thus not obscuring her view of him. The other four welcoming figures sat further down the pew. The center red cloak would beckon Gabrielle forward. Den Mother Gabrielle. I hope my herald suited you? He said, head raising, allowing his old face to be viewed in the dying fire light.
Thread: A Familiar Face (YrkMena)

Passable, given his age, Gabrielle purred. She walked the short distance forward. She bowed her head, further than she had to Ethan but not far enough to shift her shoulders. It is a pleasure to return to your den. A diplomatic greeting, and little more. Pleasure would never describe her thoughts at visiting this den. But she had her duties, and it was her turn to travel between the dens, sharing news and policies. She smiled, but the expression didn't reach her eyes. I bring you warm greetings from our high father, Nehrill.
Thread: A Familiar Face (YrkMena)

Behind Gabrielle, the other Vampires watched her with wonder. Ethan's head remained lowered, his eyes focused upon the floor betwee his feet. His thoughts were a mystery. Meanwhile.. Ah, wonderful. The Father said, his gnarled and wrinkled face contorting into what I guess you could call an expression of joy. I am so very glad to hear he is still with us. Is he well? Nehrill cast a wayward glance at Ethan, and his grin fell ever so slightly. A second later, however, this tiny hit of disdain was gone. Drowned in joy.
Thread: A Familiar Face (YrkMena)

Gabrielle's smile was briefly genuine. She did have a fondness for the father of their race. He is very well. Still feisty and hunting on his own, as always. There were younger vampires who'd retreated to their dens, relying on younglings to bring them meals. But not their father, and Gabrielle respected him for it. But in truth, it had been a long night, and I did not hunt before leaving the last den in fear I would not make it here for sunrise. Might I be so bold as to ask leave to replenish my energies before we continue with our meeting?
Thread: A Familiar Face (YrkMena)

Nehrill nodded. A flash of devious intent flashed across his eyes. Of course. He said, arm raising and he, himself, stood. Ethan, take Miss Gabrielle to the room we have prepared for her. With that, the Father then sat once again, as the other red cloaks turned in to speak with him privately. Ethan stared up at the elder with bewilderment. Standing, he tried to protest, but ultimately could not muster the bravery. Slowly, he turned to Gabrielle. Swallowing, the youngling made his way down the row and into the center way just behind his sire, gesturing back toward the dark corridor they had come from. This way, please. He said, sans conviction.
Thread: A Familiar Face (YrkMena)

Gabrielle turned to follow Ethan. Once they were out of the room, she spoke to him matter-of-factly, her voice lowered. If I had known you would be such a meek creature, I would not have bothered turning you. Do not act surprised, youngling. I remember you well. And I wish I did not. Even if Ethan looked back at her, all he would see was the same impassive expression. I will tell you this showing your weakness will not allow you to rise further in the ranks of the coven. A councilman must be strong, unflappable. It will make you a better hunter to observe instead of reacting.
Thread: A Familiar Face (YrkMena)

Ethan refused to look back at her. He withstood her berating as if she weren't even there, thus his life was made that bit easier. They went ten feet down the hall, the Ethan turned left abruptly, a second hall would be followed for another fifteen feet or so before the youngling stopped. Gesturing to a door that stood to his right. This will be your room during your stay, Miss Gabrielle. He said, in a monotonous tone.
Thread: A Familiar Face (YrkMena)

Gabrielle caught his chin, forcing him to look at her. She studied him, her green eyes covering every inch of his face with an intensity that matched, if not surpassed, his earlier examination of her. Finally, her eyes narrowed. You shame me, she said simply, turning hard and slipping into the room.
Thread: A Familiar Face (YrkMena)

Ethan's eyes fell upon hers, and he froze. He words stung more than the sun ever could. This was clear by his shocked expression. As she walked away, his nostrils flared, and he snapped back into reality. The gears in his head then began to turn. Thoughts forming into a grand scheme. She wanted a strength? He'll give 'er strength.
Thread: A Familiar Face (YrkMena)

Gabrielle shut the door behind her and sighed. Her shoulders sagged a little, now that she was alone. Alone, she could show any sign of weakness she wanted. She ran her fingers through her curls, working out any tangles she found. She'd been there barely ten minutes, and already her stay was incredibly awkward. Maybe she should have stayed with the youngling. Then he'd have had a chance of maturing properly. But no, he would have dragged her down.
Thread: A Familiar Face (YrkMena)

Ethan remained outside the door for a moment, then departed. His hood was raised as he dissapeared into the dark corridor.
Thread: A Familiar Face (YrkMena)

Gabrielle lay down in the room's coffin, her appetite long gone. She would regret it tomorrow, but the last thing she really wanted was to do was wander the streets for prey. Too much work. She closed her eyes, intent on getting in a nap. Or perhaps just falling asleep until evening.
Thread: A Familiar Face (YrkMena)

scenetransition The sun rose and fell. There was a knock at Gabrielle's door. Five light strikes of it's front in quick succession. Upon opening the door, Gabrielle would be greeted by a young girl in street clothes. Miss Gabrielle, Father insists that you attend tonight's procession. She said quickly, before rushing further down the hall.
Thread: A Familiar Face (YrkMena)

Gabrielle rose easily, refreshed from her deep sleep. She shook out her bright curls with her fingers as she followed the girl. Her stomach grumbled, reminding her she'd missed hunting last night. She really hoped the procession wouldn't take too long, as they often did at her home den. She just might starve to death.
Thread: A Familiar Face (YrkMena)

The process was huge. Pews filled with black robed figures. Room illuminated to daytime brightness. The red cloaked figures stood at their lengthy desk, gazing down at the multitude that gazed back up at them, in suspenseful silence. Father Nahrill was the first to speak. Gesturing to Gabrielle as she entered the auditorium. My children. Please welcome to our ranks a visitor from far away. Den Mother Gabrielle. Many pairs of eyes fell upon her as the entirety of the coven's members gazed upon the beauty that was she. Ethan's were missing. Please, Madame, join me upon the dais. The Father said, with a gesture to the chair that sat immediately to his right.
Thread: A Familiar Face (YrkMena)

I would be honoured. Gabrielle proceeded to the front dias, her head high and her shoulders squared. She didn't scan the audience as the did, knowing there were far too many vampires here for her to know and remember in such a short time. And she didn't want to look for Ethan. She stepped up on the dias and joined the den's leaders.
Thread: A Familiar Face (YrkMena)

There was a hushed applause. Then, the Father continued. Children, tonight, I am sorry to announce that there have been more attacks. He said, tone solemn. Desmond Curtis and Thalia Verne have been slain. With these words, a quiet uproar took the room. Hushed voices had risen and now spoke volumes. It took a full five minutes for the Father to regain control. Also, Ethan Drake has not yet returned from his nightly feeding, and I fear the worst. Another hushed roar washed over the large group of Vampires. The loudest voice came from the large cloaked man that he had sat beside him the previous night. Children! Children! We must'nt make irrational decisions! I hear your woes, but we must act with a cool head and a steady hand. The room fell silent once again. Now, who shall volunteer to search for my missing son?
Thread: A Familiar Face (YrkMena)

The barest hint of a frown passed over Gabrielle's face at the mention of attacks. But when the leder vampire requested volunteers to search for Ethan, Gabrielle dipped her head. I will gladly offer my skills, in hopes they help bring the youngling home safely. But before she went anywhere, she would interrogate the den's leadership carefully.
Thread: A Familiar Face (YrkMena)

I, too, shall search for the boy. It was the large man. He'd stood up. His face was angry, and hairy. His large, yellow-irised eyes fell upon Gabrielle, and narrowed. The slightest hint of a growl arose in the man's throat. It seemed like he wasn't fond of her. This was an accurate assumption, if judged by the aforementioned action of clear hostility. Ah, Wulf, excellent. Please accompany Miss Gabrielle. Father Nahrill ordered, and the imposing figure bowed obediantly. The Father turned to Gabrielle. Wulf is one of my most trusted warriors. He will serve you well. He said, with a genuine smile.
Thread: A Familiar Face (YrkMena)

Gabrielle studied the brute, carefully masking her final assesment of him a mountain of muscle and bone, a vampire of limited, if effective, use. She would much rather search on her own, limiting unnecessary external distractions, but she was not as familiar with the city as she should be. A guide might be beneficial. And, who knew? Perhaps she'd cross paths with whatever was picking off the local vampires. Gabrielle gave only the slightest nod of her head to Wulf. Very well, she murmured.
Thread: A Familiar Face (YrkMena)

The large man turned, and headed for the dark corridor that lead to the main entrance to the hidden temple. When Gabrielle caught up with this man, she would not receive the same vibe as she would from a fellow Vampire. It was different. More.. feral.
Thread: Mailmans Last Day

It was the mailman's last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the mail through all kinds of weather to the same neighborhood. When he arrived at the first house on his route he was greeted by the whole family there, who congratulated him and sent him on his way with a big gift certificate envelope. At the second house they presented him with a box of fine imported cigars. The folks at the third house handed him a selection of terrific fishing lures. At each of the houses along his route, he was met with congratulations, farewells, cards, and gifts of all types and values. At the final house he was met at the door by a strikingly beautiful young blonde in a revealing negligee. She took him by the hand, gently led him through the door which she closed behind him, and led him up the stairs to the bedroom where they had a most passionate liaison. Afterwards, they went downstairs, where she fixed him a giant breakfast eggs, potatoes, ham, sausage, blueberry waffles, and fresh-squeezed orange juice. When he was truly satisfied she poured him a cup of steaming coffee. As she was pouring, he noticed a dollar bill sticking out from under the cup's bottom edge. All this was just too wonderful for words,' he said, .....but what's the dollar for?' 'Well,' she said, 'last night, I told my husband that today would be your last day and that we should do something special for you. I asked him what to give you?' He said, ...Screw him .........give him a dollar. The blonde then blushed and said, '....But the breakfast was my idea
Thread: Mailmans Last Day

Funny story. -D
Thread: Why I've been away.

Last week, I woke up to find that the lower half of the right side of my face had swollen significantly. I didn't do anything about it at first, and by the next day, it looked like someone had been beating my face repeatedly and had swollen more. I went to the hospital and they told me that I had a dental abcess that had gotten infected and was moving the infection into my jaw and cheek tissue. So they gave me penicillin and vicoden, which made me really drowsy. So between the meds and taking care of my baby, I haven't been on hardly at all. I have a day's worth of meds left and I'm starting to feel better, so I just wanted to say sorry. I should be up and posting again soon. Thank-you.
Thread: Why I've been away.

hugs Anjeru I'm sure I can speak for everyone in saying we forgive you 3
Thread: Happy Birthday Katch!

Now bend over and get ready for your birthday whippins listulistu
Thread: Happy Birthday Katch!

yeah. like what pretty said. bend over and get ready for your birthday ra--... uh... whippins. yeah.
Thread: Happy Birthday Katch!

Happy Birthday. And don't keep them waiting. They don't like waiting.
Thread: Happy Birthday Katch!

Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you Happy Happy birthday dearest Sn-Katch Happy birthday to you
Thread: Ego search not working?

How come half the time I click view your posts it can't find any results, and the other half it does find all the topics I ever posted in? What's the rhyme and reason behind this feature that only works sometimes!?
Thread: Ego search not working?

It's a bug in the search system that has yet to be fixed. For now, we just have to deal with it as is.
Thread: Ego search not working?

Cysma said How come half the time I click view your posts it can't find any results, and the other half it does find all the topics I ever posted in? What's the rhyme and reason behind this feature that only works sometimes!? Click to expand... The phpBB dev who wrote the Sphinx search plugin chose to have phpBB handle the search daemon, rather than having it run as a daemon. It reindexes on every single post, which is insanely stupid, and also brings down the search while it is down.
Thread: Initiation (With Dawn Dearest)

One - Baptism It hadn't been easy to infiltrate them. She had spent weeks trying to find one of their number, finally befriending the strange yet enigmatic Sarah, a devotee of the temple, who had apparently passed the fifth stage and was due to gain her enlightenment in a few days time. It was she that had put Jorie in touch with the group and today was to be her first lesson on the road to her own enlightenment. Her sister had joined them two months ago. She had slowly drawn into herself, becoming more distant. She wouldn't talk openly about the group except to say that she was about to learn something wonderful. She had believed that she was on the verge of a spiritual breakthrough of some sort. Then she had dissapeared. Now it was Jorie's hope that by infiltrating this group she could learn what had happened to her sister, and perhaps bring her back to the normal, sane world, with her. The car journey had been comfortable, and brief. She had no idea where they were taking her. She had been picked up in a black mercedes by Sarah and a young man with short blonde hair, a surfer's build, and a smile that would make women go weak at the knees. He called himself Mike. He had blindfolded her for the journey. She was led out of the car and into a building, then down a long hallway. She heard locks being turned and a heavy door being opened. Then she was led downwards. Finally she was brought through another door and the door closed behind her. She stood there, still blindfolded, unaware if Sarah and Mike were still in the room with her or not.
Thread: Initiation (With Dawn Dearest)

Jorie's fingers clenched and unclenched in her hands. She stood still not moving, she couldn't see anything, so why would she try to move? Standing there she shivered softly, in her mind she knew she was doing this for her sister, but she was terrified. She didn't even know how her sister was doing. She knew her fear would show so she straightened her shoulders, adjusting her composure. She needed to stay calm and collected, she had to figure out where her sister was. She had to get her sister out of her. Even with their awkward past, she still cared for her, so she would do anything in her power to get her back. Even if that meant giving herself up for her.
Thread: Initiation (With Dawn Dearest)

Somebody was watching her. Whoever it was was breathing softly. there was an almost imperceptible change in the air which indicated someone circling her. Then a mans voice, soft and musically hypnotic, spoke. You stand at the threshold of your old life and at the start of a new one. What you are about to undertake you must be sure you are ready for. Don't speak or do anything unless I tell you to. If you wish to continue with this, knowing that there is no turning back, I want to you remove all of your clothing, but keep the blindfold on. If you do this then I will assume you are ready and there willl then be no turning back.
Thread: Initiation (With Dawn Dearest)

Jorie shook softly she had to remind herself she was doing this for her sister. Not herself. Her sister. Shivering she took the small butterfly beret from her hair, and dropped it on the ground, she then did the same with her black choker with the red rose in the middle. As soon as it was off, she took her flats off then her socks, revealing red nail polished toes. Next she lifted up her light blue tight fitting t-shirt and managed to get it off without removing her blindfold. Just a few more bits of clothing, it's for her remember that. Her mind seemed to be arguing with itself. Reaching down with her shaking fingers she slipped her short black skirt until it passed her knees where it fell and she moved it away from her feet, reaching behind her back she undid the black lace push-up bra and dropped it next, then she she took her black lace thong and took it off well. She shivered as she stood there naked except for the blindfold.
Thread: Initiation (With Dawn Dearest)

Again silence. A few moments where Jorie was uncertain of what was going on. Then she felt something being placed around her neck - a thin leather collar, that someone tied tightly around her neck, ensuring there was just enough room for her to breathe. Fingers then tied a cold metal chain to the front of the collar. She felt a light tug as the chain was pulled leading her forwards for a few feet. Then she felt the warmth of male hands on her shoulders. Whoever he was he spun Jorie around, pushing her back onto what apeared to be a metal table. The cold metal made contact with her naked backside as she was urged to lie back. The man moved away and then hands began to tie ropes to her arms and legs, tieing her in a X shape to the table. The hands that worked at her feet were male, the ones at her hands were female. Neither felt like they belonged to whoever dragged her to the table. It was at that point that she felt the tip of a knife against her chest just below her collar and between her breasts. The male voice spoke again. You are about to embark on a journey of enlightenment. You will submit yourself to me as your new messiah. Obey me without question and become part of the brotherhood and sisterhood of the Ecstasy of Enlightenment. We beileve in the achievement of spiritual knowledge through sexual ecstasy. I am the catalyst for that knowledge and you will call me by one name and one name alone, master. The knife began to apply gentle pressure. Not enough to peirce Jorie's skin, but enough to make her uncomfortable. You have a choice now. Accept this new life or die. Do you accept me as your messiah and obey me without question?
Thread: Initiation (With Dawn Dearest)

Jorie wanted to whimper, she wanted to run, but she'd come this far, and it had been very difficult to get here. She winced behind the blindfold as she felt the coldness from the metal table. She listened to the male speak. She swallowed how did her sister manage to deal with this? She wasn't bothered a great deal when she was tied down, she'd always fantasied about it, if she never fantasied about it before it may have bugged her. She wanted to laugh at how stupid these things sound. The knife at first didn't bother her, until she felt a pressure from it. She shivered suddenly, not really caring about anything but her sisters safety. Hearing his final question she nodded. Then spoke slowly, her voice very calm for her current situation. Yes Master. I will accept you as my messiah and obey you without question. although her body screamed at him to let her go, her mind said stay, you'll figure it out.
Thread: Initiation (With Dawn Dearest)

The knife was removed and hands untied her blindfold. The man standing before her was familiar, though she had only seen him once. Her sister Ella had wanted to study psychology at a nearby university. They had met this man on an open day, Dr Blake Edwards. He was a psychology lecturer. She remembered how enthusiastic Ella had been when Blake had spoken to her about enrolling when she had finished her schooling. Ella hadn't mentioned seeing the man again. For a man in his early fourties, Blake was surprisingly handsome. His well toned, lightly tanned physique could only have been achieved by frequently working out and going to a solarium. He had short-cropped black hair and the most intense blue eyes. He was standing over her, naked. His hardened erection at level with the black metal slab that she was tied to It's circumsized tip touching the cold metal. He still held the knife in one hand. With the other he idly caressed Jorie's breasts. Mike was standing at the foot of the slab. He was watching her with a thoughtful expression. Sarah stared into her face from above the slab. They were both naked and wearing the same collar and chain as Jorie. Welcome then, sister, Blake said. The ropes that bind you are your old ideas, your old way of thinking. They trap your soul and prevent your spirit from achieving everything it can achieve. He moved his fingers down to lightly brush against the blond curls of her pubic hair. This veil over your womanhood, as pretty as it may be, will need to be removed. Your sex should be as naked as your body so as to allow the spiritual energy to flow more freely. Such semi-metaphysical bullshit would constitute a really bad chat-up line under normal circumstances. Blake's voice, howvever, had a strange sing-song quality to it that made it hard for a person to really focus on the words he spoke at all.