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Post by starrzchylde on Feb 2, 2007 17:33:35 GMT -5
"It's not as simple as that, young one," Lestat says with a sigh. "This rogue is quite powerful and even more insane. It's not just him we have to deal with, but also the multitude of followers he has created for himself."
Lestat gestures towards Kiteara and Rhiannon. "These two have an advantage. They were both strong in their own rights before they came to me. I have since let them both feed from me, giving them even more to feed that power inside of them.
Rhiannon smiles, acting shy for the first time in the evening.
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Post by kitsune888 on Feb 12, 2007 19:19:38 GMT -5
As the two young vamps stand there leasing to Lastat the girl speaks up "So you mean to tell me I'm weak good sir?" says the girl in almost an upset but playful manner "But I'm sure my older brother was right to send us to help you good sir" says the young girl as she smiles an almost kid like smile
"Shes right Lastat he would not have sent us if he didn't think we could be of any help." Said the young man as his hair fall over his shoulder.
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Post by starrzchylde on Feb 13, 2007 8:23:08 GMT -5
"I never said that you wouldn't be of any help," Lestat says with a sigh. "And the reason I contacted your sire sent you was more for you to learn than to help me."
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Post by kitsune888 on Feb 19, 2007 18:24:07 GMT -5
as the to looked kinda embarrassed by what was said the young man thought "So he still thinks I'm not good enough to stand by his side, I'll show my lord I'm all he needs to protect him dammit"
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Post by kitearadarkblade on Feb 20, 2007 19:53:02 GMT -5
Kiteara The Irish vampire beamed at Lestat's words, clearly sucking up every bit of compliment, a merry glint entering her eyes. At the younger male's words, she scoffed, waving a hand negligently. "Tch, tch. Talk of protecting your Sire. Do you think your Sire can't protect himself? So little faith," she smirked teasingly at the pair, before stretching slightly. Shifting to leave the table again, restlessly, Kiteara strode past the two newcomers to reach the door. Leaning against the door jam, crossing her arms over her chest, she looked back to the occupants of the room. "Well? Plans? Plots?" She cast Lestat a sly grin, her eyebrows quirking playfully. "Not that I am not content to merely bask in my Prince's court, but it hardly helps his secondary purpose, does it?"
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Post by starrzchylde on Feb 20, 2007 20:00:54 GMT -5
Rhia laughs and stands. She makes her way over to her Sire's side, leaning casually against the other side of the door. "Yeah, let's go! As much fun as we all have laying adoring praises at our Prince's feet, the Prince himself included," she says teasingly, "we should be off!"
Lestat laughs, shaking his head at his two favorite ladies. "You two are too much. But, by all means, don't stop." Lestat winks and walks towards the door. "We will be taking to the sky. If your cloud gift is not strong, young ones, tell me now."
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Post by kitsune888 on Feb 20, 2007 20:04:34 GMT -5
as the two looked towards each other "well be fine" says the boy as she looks towards his friend as she looks kinda nervous
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Post by kitearadarkblade on Feb 21, 2007 22:04:02 GMT -5
Kiteara Kiteara allowed herself a wider grin as Rhiannon took up teasing Lestat as well, amusing the eldest vampire present as she moved to stand on the opposite side of the door. As he approached the door, and them, she pushed herself away from the door jam to tug the hem of her tank top to straighten it and adjusted the collar of her jacket. Grinning still, she shifted closer to the blond, reaching to throw an arm around his shoulders. She managed to place a hand on his opposite shoulder, thwarted by his height... or her shorter stature. A flash of annoyance flickered over her expression at the set back, before vanishing into a merry grin. She had no doubt that eventually a taunt would be cast back at her, at that. "To the skies!"
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Post by starrzchylde on Mar 1, 2007 8:47:45 GMT -5
Rhiannon laughs, watching her Sire and Lestat. She sneaks a gaze around the pair of them at the two others. “Come on,” she says. “You two need to lighten up.” She steps in closer to Lestat, wrapping an arm around his waist with a wink and a grin.
Lestat laughs, shaking his head softly. His yellow blonde hair moves around his head like waves in the ocean, bringing an idea to him. With his trademark mischievous grin, he looks to the party around him.
“Yes, let us be off. But I have a place that I would stop on the way.”
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Post by kitsune888 on Mar 1, 2007 18:02:55 GMT -5
as the young man looks at the older vampires he smiles "well Jane lets get this show on the road" he says as he grabs her hand "okay." said the young girl as she steps close to her companion "So Lastat where to" said the boy with his cocky grin
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Post by starrzchylde on Mar 1, 2007 18:10:02 GMT -5
Lestat raises an eyebrow at Landon. "From quiet awe to cocky assuredness in just a few minutes? You and I may be alike in more ways that I thought, young Landon." Lestat wraps his arms around Rhiannon and Kiteara's waists, pulling them close to him. "We'll be head to Brazil, but first I have a stop I would like to make. There is an island that a very mysterious vampire has taken residence. She's very secretive, and that makes me curious."
Lestat smirks at Landon. "Now come. Hold onto me so that I can take us where we need to go."
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Post by kitsune888 on Mar 1, 2007 18:58:44 GMT -5
As the young boy blushis he looks at his companion "well lets go" taking Jane hand he walks up to Lastat and takes his hand
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Post by starrzchylde on Mar 5, 2007 20:07:36 GMT -5
Lestat takes Landin's hand and holds on tightly to Rhiannon and Kiteara. With a simple thought, they are off. He decides to leave it for later to see just how well the new ones can take to the clouds, his curiousity driving him swiftly to Gabrielle's island.
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Post by Gabrielle de McKarae on Mar 5, 2007 21:33:20 GMT -5
The setting sun paints the sky in those familiar crimson hues as the day bleeds into the night. It’s life coarsing across the heavens like murder making way for the dark that comes with death. The waves of the Atlantic, as they crash upon the rock stricken bay, reflects the colors of the dying sun as it clings to the world. There, within it’s depths, the night… as if the sky drinks it up to the horizon drenching the lands in shadow. Now the battle of the sun and moon begins; the symphony of the night descends. In the newborn shadows the wicked stir awakening their hunter’s primal instincts to partake of the innocent who await the sweet persecution in their clutches. Every undulation of the ocean now whispers of ominous deceit; a warning to those who travel the vastness of her waters. That she, though beautiful, can kill if not treated with a certain air of trepidation. The entire manner of the island seems to transform in the absence of light. For what it is in the eyes of the sun is not always what it seems in the eye of the moon. At night's birth the islands become her swords that could easily leave an ship crippled or possibly to lay forever in the depths lost to all who may be affected. Now the slaughtering of the sun is complete and the reign of the moon, with her silver enchantments, commences. The light in the open foyer of the Villa fades leaving the breeze chilled in the settling shadows as it moves past the sheer white silk drapes like the eerie ghosts of time. Candles flicker in it’s wake causing the darkness to dance in an attempt to escape the frantic light… there’s something in the air here. A presence makes it thick with intensity and a threatening promises. Once more the wind from the ocean moves making the room waver only slightly before falling to rest in the melodic course of the ocean just outside it’s marble floors and carved alabaster columns. Just beyond the columns lays the shore line of Les Palias with the moon’s silver reflection casting diamonds in the waves as she rises like a ghostly galleon higher into the heavens. Sweet rythms caress the breeze passionately before actual music begins playing with the Villa itself. At first subdued by the thunderous rise upon the shore, but growing in resonance. The sounds of an electric keyboard mixes in delightfully with the beat of the drums and the scream of the guitar. All of it comes together the minute the songstress fills the air with the voice not much unlike that of a nightingale followed shortly by the seductive voice of the male. It’s a song that She finds very be spelling…by this band that seems to have taken the world by storm. Oh, how much humanity has changed! A thought that plays a elated smile across a pair of sinful lips with two delicate fingers pressed to them as if in deep thought. Despite Gabrielle’s age they still hold a slight blush behind that silken flesh… something that she really doesn’t ponder all that much on. There she lies surrounded by the vivid scarlet velvet and gold satin like some sort of distraught renaissance tapestry come to life. The bed matches her in years. It’s four poster mahogany post spinning up toward the ceiling in all it’s antiqued glory. A piece that Gabrielle adores because it replaced that claustrophobic box they say vampires have no choice but to sleep in. Well, she has discovered otherwise for herself… being how she is helplessly alone. That smile turns into a disheartened frown as she roles to her side causing something on the bed to stir. Quickly her eyes move to the sleeping snow leopard that lies immediately next to her sprawled out form. It’s beautifully spotted fur contrasts nicely against the black satin of her night gown that spills like inky water all around her; clinging to her shapely form. Delighted in the fact that she had not aroused the three hundred pound cat she leans over and places her lips lightly on the space between the ears with a motherly kiss. The fur is soft and warm on her chilled flesh while placing her hand on the leopard that lays just opposite of the other. With a belated sigh Gabrielle lays there between the two cats, a hand on each, with her hair fanned out about her head on the massive pillows. Those long ebony locks frame her picturesque face making her skin seem almost as white as the alabaster columns of the foyer, but the most impressive yet are her eyes. Deep drowning pools to match the colors of the Caribbean waters she had once traveled all those long years ago lost in the black lace of her lashes. Turquoise light lost in darkness. Lazily the lashes begin to close just as the cherry wood door slowly swings open and an elderly man walks in with a long match lit lighting the assorted candles around the room. “Your timing is impeccable Adelio,” her voice fills the room with sultry echoes almost as if a whole chorus of women had spoken in harmony. The aged Spaniard chuckles softly going about the room in Indian styled robes finishing with the candles and blowing the match out quietly. Gabrielle doesn’t move or little long open her eyes, but lays there amongst the large cats that have lifted their massive heads to watch the older male. Their glowing eyes piercing in the flashing lights… the eyes that reveal the hunter within. The stormy grey eyes belong to the one she has named Shanta ( Indian for Lady of the Moon ) and the chartreuse green to Vidhut ( which means Viscous Hunter ). Both seem to long for closeness with their Mistress. To Gabrielle alone will they obey. As if she were a leopard just like them and not the other. Food. Perhaps that is the only reason the felines adore her so. She too is a predator not much unlike themselves. Lazily, Shanta stretches exposing lethal teeth in a wide yawn and Adelio stops like an deer hearing an startling rustle of leaves right behind it. Gabrielle, with her head still lain upon the collection of over sized pillows, laughs quietly at his reaction. “ You smell of fear my old friend,” the words fall like water upon the air of the ornate room. Beautiful, but despairingly drowning. Adelio swallows hard turning to face the bed with a nervous smile while Shanta and Vidhut watch his every action with an acute vigilance.
“ My apologies Mistress,” the Spaniard amends is sincere, but the vampire had a peculiar impression that he wasn’t finished. “ These cats, though, make me nervous.”
As well he should be. There is something in that reflection of thought though that Gabrielle doesn’t quite understand. Why would Adelio be so fearful of the leopards and not her? After fifteen years of being in the vampire’s service the butler had easily put everything together in his head. Indeed he knows well what she is; yet he feels more mortal fear in the cats. Of course, the vampire admits, she doesn’t wear her armaments in the open like the two beasts do which is, perhaps, the reasoning for the dread. They look like killers and she doesn’t. Wolf in sheep’s clothing for all eternity. If only the elderly man knew just how dangerous being even in the same room as she really is. Inside she pleads that he never finds out. There is nothing more painful then when that which a vampire sincerely cares about shows fear toward them for, in human eyes, they are monsters. That has only happened once in Gabrielle’s life. She remembers that the next she read of Him ( the servant before Adelio ), after the discovery of her true nature, the young man had attempted to go to the authorities to “ expose her for the murderer that she really is”. Turned out that he had landed himself into some psychiatric ward instead. At first she had been furious in the fact that He had nearly ruined everything that she had worked so hard for, but in her everlasting heart she pitied Him. No, she made no attempt to confront Him of His betrayals for that would have been much to risky for even herself. The memory passes just as quickly as it had came and Gabrielle opens her eyes just when Shanta bounds to the floor. Silently the large cat walks out of the room with Vidhut close behind. Adelio continues with his duties in retrieving an beautiful Elizabethan night coat from the closet. With the gown being mostly black with beige gold silken sleeves and lining. The high collar, diamond silver clasp, and train that follow behind for at least three feet behind is some of it’s most charming features. Obviously, it’s one of her favorites. Sliding from the warm comfort of the bed the bare soles of her feet settle onto the smooth marble flooring. There’s just something about the feel of the stone that speaks of riches beyond imagining. Gabrielle has seen the many treasures of the Old World. Has held them in her very hands. Due to the several years of piracy she now has one of the largest Swiss banking accounts making her one of the most wealthiest women in the modern day world. So it is no surprise that marble and alabaster graces the architecture of her home on the island of her mortal birth. Elegantly she appears to glide over to Adelio who now holds the night coat open for her to casually slide into. “Mercy mon ami,” that liquid pure voice ripples from the silken skin of her delicate lips as she turns gracefully to the mirror of a large antique mahogany vanity and sitting down on the maroon velvet cushioned stool. “ Any news that I need be aware of this eve?”
"Yes Mistress," Adelio whispers as he moves over to brush her long ebony locks with a large wooden comb. "The festival."
Ah, the festival. Gabrielle had nearly fogotten, but this island is always riddled with such events... there's hardly a night that is silent. With slight nod of her head and the wave of her hand in his dismissal the old man lays the comb down. When he has left the room she prepares herself for the night of dancing mortals and wondrous costumes. She herself has chosen to be dressed as a Geisha with the ornate hair and lovely flowing kamono. On her fingers she places gold pointed tips on four fingers of each hand.
Smiling at herself in the mirror she makes her way silently to the crowds easily blending in with all the costumes as the loud middle eastern music plays. This is her island. This is Les Palias.
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Post by starrzchylde on Mar 6, 2007 21:09:15 GMT -5
In what feels likemere moments, Lestat sets himself and the others on the outskirts of the small island of Les Palias. Even from this distance, the sounds and lights of the festival reach out to them. Lestat smiles, allowing just a touch of fang to show on his lips. He smiles, releasing Landin's hand but keeping his arms around Kiteara and Rhiannon.
"Welcome to Les Palias."
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