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Post by Alexis and others on Sept 9, 2015 21:11:58 GMT -6
So long, too long really for many to remember, had it been since the Mansion of the Darkheart family held the vibrant life of the family's daily affairs. In fact many believed the run down almost dreadful looking mansion had for quite sometime gone without so much as a moments care. With the family's Matriarch, Morrigan, in a deep lasting slumber along side of her beloved blood children only one was left to be it's guardian. Within the surrounding villages many spoke of tails of the Mansions riches but none dared make a move to cross the thresh hold for fear of the curse that was known only as "Ghost of the Darkhearts." In the west wing of the mansion, the halls were weathered, the air dank and soured with the smells of numerous years of neglect. Yet in a distant room at the end of the main corridor to this wing a door squealed as though pained in it's movements. Inside the room was the decorations of a tattered and poorly aged history of a young woman. A gorgeously crafted bed frame with faded weather bleached sheets looked as it did the last day it was used all this time ago. and yet tarnished jewelry and riches were scattered exposed to the light of the setting evening's sun as a breeze rustled restlessly through the rooms ripped and decaying curtains. As the light kissed the room's floor, it would appear that from some time of passing decay a grand battle waged within the room itself. as a single skeleton lay sprawled out and covered only by a highly faded and weathered looking bathrobe that may have at one time been made of the absolute finest materials. Alas it would seem the ghost of the Darkhearts appeared to have been from speculation of the death of this Skeletons once living form.
Once again wind rustled the curtains of the room and as the wind passed through the room dust found itself pulled into a weak dust devil. This dust devil pulling to the location of the skeleton swirled around it as if searching for something to grip to, to take and hold. Soon finding the skeleton the strangely apparition like cyclone of air lifted the rotted and soon to be dust Skeleton up in it's gentle rotation , robes and all.Once air born the skeleton began to spin slowly as a soft non day sky colored blue aura built within the cyclone. Soon after this the body spun and slowly the bones began to restore themselves. as though having the very essence of life itself breathed against them. After a short time the bones began to move and groan as cartilage seeped from the joints and filled in to hold the bones to one another properly. From there the eye sockets illuminated with an actual energy of turbulent spiraling sky scaped imagery. as the hands moved and lifted in front of the face of the skeleton muscle tissue began to form from dust that was being drawn in from the room by the growing power of the cyclone. With the muscles forming the aura grew more prominent and began to pulse and flash as the cyclone spun the body around faster and faster.
Soon the room was flashing with this amazing spiritual light and in a rapid building reverberation of pulsing light that found apex in a blinding sharp flash that left kneeling upon one knee, a woman of shocking awe drawing beauty. Slowly the woman stood and the silken flow of black ankle length silver streaked hair cascaded down as it absorbed the aura.. As the stunning display of arrival finished the woman looked around with a near sorrowed eye, her hair falling away from her face and revealing the single shimmer of undying youth-like stare in only the right eyeball as the eye socket where her other eye should be was empty, save for various ornate markings on the inside of the hollow socket that seemed to fade from remnants of energy within the socket. Turning to the window, the woman sighed and easily ripped away the shades from the windows. When she did a sigh escaped her lips as she stood, the front of her robe dancing in the breeze behind her as the setting suns last moments kissed the velvety soft of skin that shown exposed in it's nudity that laid beneath the robes. AS she stood observing the lands around the mansions withered existence she seemed at a loss and in wonder. Then as though hit with a jolt of electricity she jerked her head and stepped with catlike grace and poise through the doorway of the room and into the coming darkness of the house. leaving behind her the echo of her silken thickly accented vice. "Mother... I'm coming, things have changed drastically.. we've slept for some time it seems."
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Post by silverlaine on Sept 9, 2015 22:33:48 GMT -6
Morrigan Darkheart
12:01 had struck..the old gothic grandfather clock, perhaps one of the ONLY working things in the whole damn Manor..chimed loudly. The Manor itself..while spacious..was not the resting place of the Vampyress or her children. Deep underground, in a series of natural caverns and tunnels..was a chamber, well lit and extravagantly decorated. The coffins..only the finest from the town of Bristleleaf..and the embroidered tapestry, enough to pay three kings ransom with but a mere few inches of the fine woven cloth. One might've thought nothing alive would've been down in that chamber..one would've been wrong. There was but one sole being there..a semi-older gentleman, dressed in the proper attire of a butler servant.
"The Mistress should be..ahhh..." His sentence was cut off..right as the largest, most beautiful of the coffins began to stir..one of the other coffins, doing the same at almost the exact same time. Moving up to the largest of the coffins, the man servant would push against the top, sliding it off after perhaps three strained attempts. As the top fell to the ground..inside, the coffin was even more extravagant then the outside. Rich, delicate white silken sheets and velvet laced embroidery..the pillow, silken with only the softest of down feathers. What was most curious though..was the presence of a weapon within that coffin..a sword, a rather long one..nodachi length, the hilt covered in a fine sky blue tassel, with numerous tear shaped sapphires adorning the sheath, hilt and pummel.
"Mistress Morrigan...it's so wonderful to see you waking" came from the servant..and then, her eyes opened slowly. Her hand immediately grabbed the sword..and then, her upper body lurched upwards, a cascade of chestnut brown, mid-back length hair flowing over her shoulders. "And it appears Master Darius is waking as well..Master Jason seems content to stay asleep, though"
"Renauld.." came from the woman, adorned in tight leather corset and matching pants.."How..long have I been asleep, Renauld? The war..." A frantic turn of her head as she'd stumble out of her coffin, and immediately ran to the last coffin..the unopened one..pushing the top open with ease. As the top crashed to the floor..inside, a young man..blonde of hair and strikingly beautiful features..laid there, still asleep. A sigh of relief came from her, leaning down and kissing the boys cheek lovingly.
"My youngest son is safe..." she'd whisper, then looking towards the other coffin..where a behemoth of a man was getting out of. His left arm, a mechanical contraption..but even with such, his sheer bulk and size was utterly imposing. "And so if my eldest son..but..." She began looking around the room, frantically..her lips curled into a snarl..sharp, vampyric fangs peeking from under her top lip.."Where is my daughter? I felt her..I touched her mind..she must know we are awakening"
A sigh..and her right hand would touch upon her forehead..her mind, displaced and dispersed..flowing so freely through the tunnels and halls of both above and below ground...~Alexis..where are you..I know you're close~
"Mistress..perhaps, you shouldn't strain yourself..you're only just waking, and you'll need blood as well as..." The servants hand wafted infront of his face, the other hand pinching his nose shut.."A bath for the three of you! I shall prepare the tub..would you prefer rose, jasmine or nymphs breath, Mistress?"
"None of the above, old man.." Came from the behemoth of a man, jerking his head left to right quickly.."At least for me. Mom probably wants nymphs breath though..." The large man walked over towards the coffin of the still sleeping young man, and lightly slapped him numerous times across the face. "Hey..Jason..wake up, come on you imp..."
The younger man stirred and even snarled abit..then even went so far as to roll over in his coffin! "Always knew he'd be rolling in his coffin one day..." Both hands gripped the bottom of the coffin.."Last chance, little brother..wake up, or I flip the coffin" One more loud snort..and the young sleeping one curled up into a ball. "Well..you had your chance..."
The coffin indeed flipped..and out spilled the former sleeping young man, landing with a thud on the ground and quickly scrambling to his feet. Wide eyed..he'd look to the behemoth..."Darius! That's not funny! Mom! Darius flipped the coffin on me..again..."
"Well next time, thou shalt hear him calling to thee to awaken, shan't thou?" Came from the woman, who was being stripped by the servant, only to have the must luxurious velvet, see-through robe placed over her nude frame.
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Post by Alexis and others on Sept 12, 2015 23:14:59 GMT -6
Hearing Morrigan speak and call for her, Alexis was on the move, her body vanishing from sight as she rushed to the coffin room. Once there she's appear, from seemingly the soft breeze of the ventilation shafts and lean back against the wall with her robe over her body, feet naked, and the eye socket that had no eye in it exposed. "I am here Mother. I just awoke myself, the time stuck in wind form has left me, for lack of better words needing to recover much of the things I once had. AS for the reasoning we've returned and awoken.. it seems that something or someone has once more drug us from the depths of our resting to the world of the awaken. Things are different outside, though... it would seem that they are not too different that we will be wandering a whole new world." After she finished speaking her head turned toward Darius and Jason as she spoke to them both next. "First one of you two that can find a suitable eyepatch for me gets to punch the other in the mouth without Mother stepping in." Once that was said she moved over to Morrigan and wrapped her arms around her warmly as she hugged her Adopted Mother close. "I missed you Mother, it's wonderful to get the chance to see you again. Shall I prepare the village for your arrival?" With her words spoken, Alexis looked up and smiles calmly to her Mother. Then staring then to Darius and Jason she continued. "I believe Christian has been by a few times as well if memory serves, Darius. In my wind form I am unable to be very good with remembering what took place. But I recall seeing her visiting on occasion and speaking to the housekeeper, Renauld, of your safety. I will find her for you if you like."
DARIUS
When Darius heard the comment from Alexis and saw that his Mother was awake he moves over and hugs Morrigan as well for a moment before stepping back and lifting his mechanical Prosthetic arm from the coffin and holding it. "Sure, I would like that Sis. just, umm tell her to meet me at the usual spot when and if you find her otherwise I'm sure I'll be able to track her down. Till then. I'm famished! when's the feast!" After he spoke his head turned as he heard something far off in the distance, or more so, felt something. a Feeling he hadn't felt in some time. Then he'd gulp for a moment before moving over to a nearby tabletop to set to work with his arm and getting it set to wear once more.
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Post by silverlaine on Sept 17, 2015 12:12:33 GMT -6
Morrigan Darkheart
When her adopted daughter hugged her..she, in turn..returned such a display of affection. A Vampyress she might've been..an assassin she was..but heartless?..no, she remembered the old emotions of her once human life. Of course, with naught but a silken robe over her lithe, nude frame..she kept her back turned from her boys. Renauld was helping to ensure that her steps were soft and sure..so long asleep, even an old vampyress such as herself was prone to misfortune after awakening in an unknown age. However..the one thing that remained constant: The tight grip on the blade at her side..her precious, enchanted ancestral katana.
"I hast not a clue why we would awaken, my children..but, t'was for a reason" she'd reply once Alexis spoke of the reason for their awakening, and with soft, quiet steps..she began to make her ways towards the direction of the master bedroom..where, naturally..all her usual clothing had been stored and protected by the man-servant, Renauld. "Come, my children..let us oversee the handling of our home, its upkeep..then, shalt we bathe and dress. Afterwards shalt we venture into the village..and see with our own eyes the changes from an era past"
Guided by the servant..the Lady Morrigan Darkheart was led through a sprawling set of tunnels, each scantilly lit by candles and braziers, into the manor..disused and seemingly decayed. However..as he led her past one of the windows..she stopped moving altogether..and turned her head to look out of the window. Her hand went up to the side of her head, and she'd sigh softly.
"I sense them, children...our allies of the Sunain clan..though my mind tis recovering, ne'er hast it forsaken me when t'was one allied to the Clan"
Her eyes closed for a moment..as her mind reached outwards..not far, given her recovering from an unnaturally long slumber..but hopefully enough..~Tracius..I sense thee and thine clan..art thou out there?~
Jason Van Carter
Whenever his sister spoke about getting an eyepatch for her..and the winner getting to punch the loser in the face without Mothers intervention..he'd quickly shake his head, golden blonde locks flying back and forth, slapping his face and naked chest. "Nuh uh..I'm not about to fall for that. Mother wouldn't step in..but if I won and punched Darius, he'd kick me around the mansion for hours once Mother wasn't looking! Besides..." He'd place a robe of bloodred velvet around his naked frame.."For some reason..the scars..they hurt.."
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Post by Alexis and others on Sept 17, 2015 13:34:49 GMT -6
Alexis Windfair
Hearing her mother, she followed, staying at her right so that her blind side was to her, it was a simple action and most would have seen it as to be of assistance, though many of the family and it's inner circle of friends would have known, such an action was a sign of respect and trust toward the Darkheart Matriarch. So as they walked, Alexis listened and when Morrigan stopped so did she. "Mother, you know I don't have the same sense of mental talent you possess. However, if they are out there. We will find them. Till then I will depart ahead, with your permission and seek out suitable information for you. As well as gather up some fresh tasks for us to take on. The world seems to have forgotten quite well of the prowess of the fabled Darkheart bloodline. Times seem to have shifted and we've all but been forgotten as mere myth from what I've seen."
That said she turned and parted for her room, her robe falling away as she entered the doorway. Once inside the door shuts and Alexis was left to gather her clothing and prepare to leave out on her proposed venture ahead.
Darius Vancarter
When he heard his brother speak, Darius laughed heartily and flopped the metallic arm over Jason's shoulder while he spoke. "Baaaah What's wrong little brother? forgot that I got a soft spot for ya? come on, you're coming with me. We're going to paint the town red with our glorious return. and then, you can help me track down that saucy gorgeous vibrant woman of mine and get her to make you a big heaping plate of biscuits and gravy. maybe we can get some meat on your lanky bones finally." With a wink he grinned, his fanged teeth revealing themselves as he moved forward, unlike his brother he wasn't so subtle when it came to his attire and he strolled with a confidence that only Darius could make look good toward his mother. Passing her on the left, he leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek as he replied. "Good evening Mom. I'm going to get Jason dressed up, if you don't need us for anything I'll then take him into the village and track down you're beloved daughter in-law." That said he nodded and headed toward his bedroom, his currently naked body reacting to each movement as he sauntered with pride to his room. Clearly he was a Van Carter and a Darkheart, everything about his very existence proved it and he knew it.
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Post by silverlaine on Sept 17, 2015 16:36:06 GMT -6
Morrigan Darkheart
"Go, my child..thine words, tis true. I sense those within the village..generations passed down through the time we slept. Many hast forgotten of the Darkheart Clan..many more know not of us. We shall help them remember who protected them in ages past" Her reply came almost immediately after Alexis spoke, and the man servant Renauld was urging her up the stairs. "First..see to the manor, my children..tis in a poor state, unbefitting the Darkheart Clan" "Lady Morrigan, your bath will get cold if you keep this up" came from Renauld, who appeared anxious to please his Mistress.
"Alexis..when thou doesth go into the village, seek thee the Mayor. Tis he I sense that knows verily of the Clan and its old duties. Mayhaps he shall speak with thee" Was her last comment, before ascending the stairs, Renauld helping her up as not to trip on the exquisite robe around her. When upstairs..the bath, was the size of an olympic sized pool..the water, hot..steam, rising upwards, as thousands of rose petals drifted atop the water.
"Careful, M'lady" the servant whispered as she'd left her left foot scantilly touch the surface of the water. "Tis a perfect temperature, Renauld" she'd remark, while he went about disrobing her. Her arms bent at the elbows as the robe was slowly removed from her lithe, luscious frame..her perky breasts, barely seen from behind as the servant folded the robe carefully. Stepping into the water, even during a bath..she kept ahold of her enchanted blade..and as she laid back into the water and rested against the side of the tub, the winds began to rise and stir, forming a nice pocket around the tub, the tub itself becoming the eye of a small hurricane.
Jason Van Carter
He followed his brother..he needed new clothing besides the robe around him if they were really going out into the town..but what would he wear? He knew his mother wanted him to dress in the proper attire of a regal young man..afterall, with both Darkheart and Van Carter blood in his veins..regality, was a normality. "Hey, I'm not lanky..I'm just..small" he'd reply to his brother, whilest following behind Darius, holding the robe shut with both hands. Though he loved the robe..it felt..weird, against his naked body. "We're gonna find Christian? What about staying at home with Mother? And shouldn't we try to get the Manor looking nice for her?"
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Post by Alexis and others on Sept 17, 2015 18:46:52 GMT -6
Alexis
When she heard the words that Morrigan spoke a nod greeted them in reply, she didn't have to speak, Morrigan would know that orders never found themselves forgotten or ignored. So as she got dressed, her attire was fairly plain, for a Darkheart. A silken elaborately ornate Kimono, with stunning reds, vibrant blues, pitch blacks, milky whites, and earthy greens adored the floral design, which depicted what looked like a bed of lotus blossoms with a single sewn in silk dark red heart with a golden blade through it's center. The family symbol of the clan she wore with such great pride as she fixed her hair and wrapped it around her neck as though to shield her exposed neck and cleavage from sight.
With a second length of moments she skillfully moved to a nearby vanity and quickly placed makeup on her face, using colors to bring out the shine of her eye and draw attention to her lips. As it would seem Alexis was preparing to make a perfect impression for her Adopted Mother. AS such she calmly added last a light amount of blush to her cheeks and used, both her hair as well as a plain looking hooded robe to cover her face perfectly from sight. At that time she took a pair of woven tabi shoe from the closet and started out for the village. Once outside she placed the shoes on her feet and lowered her head while concealing her hands and face from sight.
-down at the Village Mayor's home-
Alexis' gentle knock wrapped at the doorway and she stayed perfectly still almost statue-like in her position before the door opened and a balding large bellied man grunted with a piece of turky in his mouth. "What you want? Who comes to my manner and disturbs me while I eat." The man said and Alexis replied calmly with a soft voice. "Lady Morrigan Darkheart, Matriarch of the Darkheart Clan has sent me, her adopted daughter, to speak with you. You are the mayor of this village? no?" As she looked up at him, her hair moved to reveal the missing eye and the mayor gasped in shock. "Great Gods! What happened to your fa-" Before the man could even finish a blur slashed through the Turkey in a blink of an eye and Alexis spoke. "Do not, ever, insult my eye.. Next time they will clean your pieces off the ground of the next three villages. Now, Lady Morrigan Darkheart requests your presence. We would appreciate a fine dinner with you. to sit and discuss what the Darkheart Clan has slept through. Furthermore, if you have knowledge of the Sunian Clan, you are to send word to them from the Lady Darkheart. They are requested to meet as well. You will do so within the hour. My Mother is not a very patient woman when it comes to her requests." That said she turned and the Mayor was left standing there in shock and near complete arousal to the woman that had spoken to him.
As such she traveled onward into town quietly, her head lowered and hands hidden under her sleeves, in hopes of running into a member of the Sunain clan in town.
Darius
Grinning as he looked toward his little brother, Darius laughed and shook his head while getting dressed in a plain pair of brown cloth pants a pair of black boots a white tunic style sleeveless shirt and a simple duster coat. "Relax little brother.. the house will get cleaned before we go.. you forget, the old metal arm is enchanted and we're both Vampires.. We move fast. Now, get dressed and come on, my lovely perfect Christian is no doubt biting at the bit to see us." With that said vampiric speed and kicked in and he rushed out to set to work cleaning the house, something that both Darkheart Van Carters were keen to doing before they left the home normally. ((pausing posts with Darius and Jason for now to fast forward them to going into the village.))
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Post by silverlaine on Sept 17, 2015 19:26:34 GMT -6
Morrigan Darkheart
Her bath finished..after what seemed like an eternity of lavishing in the good smelling warm water..she stood up fully, and turned towards Renauld. A man he was..and the sight of the Mistress..his heartbeat rose, as well did his breathing fluster. It was all he could do to adjust himself without seeming rude..but, of course..she understood, and didn't condone his actions. Vampyres were, afterall..beasts of sexuality and charm..and were hardly ever anything short of miraculously alluring. "Y...your r...robe, M'lady" he barely managed to get out as she walked out of the tub, standing there dripping wet, nude..and as lovely as Aphrodite herself. Taking a towel and wiping her down, Renauld would have something to 'remember' for later..ahhh..the joys of being the servant of such a refined Mistress!
"I thirst, Renauld..what hast thee?" She would ask as the robe was slipped onto her, then closed off with a sash of silk. Luscious brown hair fell over her shoulder, also covering over her right eye, as the other looked deep into her servants eyes. "Well M'lady..the stockpile of fresh donated blood was old..and with the village having forgotten about the clan..they've not donated in almost..20 years, I'd say" His response caused her to sigh loudly as she was led towards the Master bedroom. The doors opened with a loud, eerie creak to the hinges..he'd cringe, but she'd just walk inside, and sat on the edge of the bed. "Tis a shame then..the village my family hast protected in the past, forgetting us" "Well Ma'am..at least, the legend is still alive in the village. It tells of an old vampyre clan, protecting the town because of the peoples acceptance of their ways. You've been asleep a long time, Mistress..it's only natural that time moves on, and generations of new humans pass on or get born"
She nodded..no truer words spoken..and as Renauld would rummage through an old dresser, she'd look towards the window, sighing softly. "Thine words, old friend..tis truthful and just. A vampyress I may be..but, t'was of mine own thoughts that I swore to ne'er become a monster like others of my kind. My clan..my beautiful boys..I taught them the same as my thoughts. Tis better this way..for what good doesth it do to kill thine food, when thine food can always replenish what thou doesth need to survive?" "Very true, Lady Morrigan..now..don't worry about it. I'm sure Lady Alexis and young Masters Darius and Jason will find some way to handle the village. For now, I do believe you should conserve your strength" With a nod..she'd lean back onto the bed..staring up at the ceiling..and closing her eyes, whispered "I hope thou art right"
Jason Van Carter
Being with his brother as he changed was..ackward..but, he did love his brother, afterall. Hell, he loved all his family..even his psychotic father, hellbent on ending his life..and for what? For power..how foolish! But, being with his brother in their old room..looking through his old clothes..he couldn't help but feel good. It was good to be awake again..even better to see his family instead of just dreaming about them. Looking towards Darius as he removed the robe from over him, he began dressing himself properly..a frilled red tunic, leather pants and knee high riding boots, a thick leather belt to hold his pants up..and even an earring and necklace. "Brother.." he'd whisper, while moving behind Darius, wrapping his arms around the larger mans waist.."I missed you, brother..while we slept, I was worried about you and Mother"
Though it seemed Darius was already gone by the time he finished speaking..and he'd just sigh. He really wasn't 'that' fast..he was more Van Carter then Darkheart..which meant, his magic was stronger then his body or mind. However..he just..couldn't tap into that power like he wanted to..so, the mundane way of cleaning it way..which, he went about first in their old room..dusting up and even making the beds
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Post by Alexis and others on Sept 19, 2015 8:11:23 GMT -6
Alexis
Having Parted from the Mayor's home, she smirked to herself. Now was the time. her mini quest for her eye patch was to start. As such, she made her way to the center of the village and turned for the direction of the Tavern. As she walked her eye was locked on the doorway head lowered just enough to keep her eyes out of sight. As she parted in through the doorway her hands stayed rested under the sleeves of the Kimono she wore. Though, she wasn't concerning herself with staying out of sight, not that it was a problem. Every eye in the building was on the hooded robed woman. So with a few steps forward she began to hear whispers of people asking one another who she was where she came from and how much money she could possibly have. At that time, enter the drunkest man in the tavern. "Hey there shlut.. *hic* Hmm you smell sweet. how about you come show big Earl, scariest fighter in twelve villages, how *hic* good you use that way too covered body of yours." As he said this he grabbed onto Alexis and yanked her easily close. His hands going right for her thigh and breasts. She didn't seem to resist and replied calmly. "Earl... I am known as Alexis Windfair Darkheart. Of the Darkheart clan. Your hands grope and grab at death, it would be wise to let go." Without missing a breath from her own words, Alexis lowered her hand and in a calm manner she grabbed his hand and without a moments warning twisted his fingers till his scream was the only thing to muffle the sound of the fingers shattering from the ferocity of the quickly performed defense. With Earl clutching and wailing out in pain and shock, Alexis at that time used her free hand to pull the hood back and reveal her face to the Tavern. Though holding Earl still she lowered him painfully by his fingers to kneel as she spoke plainly. "To you who did not hear. I am Alexis Windfair Darkheart. Many of you have made rumors of ghosts in the old Darkheart Manor. I am here to remind you that we have returned and filth as this worthless man's services are no longer needed. As for that. Whom dared to be the hand that stole my eye patch? Which one of you children of the children to the loyal people of the Darkheart clan, stole my eye patch? I give you a chance to retrieve this item. Otherwise I break a bone of poor Earl here for every minute I do not have my eye patch, does this not sound fair.. Earl??" With that she jerks her hand and Earl screams out. "DAMN YOU!!! Find the Lady Darkheart's Eye patch!! Give it to her if you value my protection! Do not let this woman break every bone in my body!! you pile of drunken moronic fools!" When Alexis heard Earl plea, she smirked and waited before turning and grabbing the back of his head. "One minute is up.. the first bone is the hardest to choose." At that she yanked his head forward and brought her knee up suddenly to slam it against Earls poor poor face. The sickening snap and crunch of Earl's nose sent chills up the people's spines as she turned. "You know I dispise harming the good people of this world. but what bothers me the most is that the loyal people of the Darkhearts would grow weak enough to allow a thief and burglar into the Darkheart Manor.. Have you all chosen to spit in the face of your history?" At that moment she held Earls head up so that all could see his bleeding face. "WHERE IS MY EYE PATCH!!"
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Milenko
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Searching for my missing history...
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Post by Milenko on Sept 19, 2015 22:47:59 GMT -6
Some three miles from the manor, a bright streak of light fell from the heavens, landing in the middle of a farmer's field. However, unlike normal 'shooting stars', this one landed without a sound, nor did it damage the ground. The farmer, disturbed by the bright light, rolled from his bed and threw on a thick cloak over his nightshirt as he ran outside, pausing only to grab a pitchfork that leaned against the wall outside his home's door.
The light still glowed, showing itself as a large orb. If one had the eyes to do so, they could see that there was a tall figure in the middle of it, one with seven wings that stretched from its back. Beautiful beyond mortal reckoning, it was impossible to tell if the figure was male or female simply by its facial features. Indeed, one might think of it as being male, lacking breasts, but neither was there any sexual organs to be seen below the waist. After a moment, black holes appeared where the eyes should have been, and the head turned from side to side as though taking in the surroundings. Nodding to itself, the winged figure alighted onto its feet and folded the wings around its body. As it did so, the being took on more human characteristics, the light fading. The farmer, who had until then been standing with an arm upraised to shield his eyes from the light, stepped forward, brandishing his pitchfork threateningly. Before a single word could escape his lips, however, the figure gazed toward him and pursed its lips, a sharp, "Shhh!" slipping past them. With that, the farmer fell to the ground in a deep sleep. When he would wake the next day, he would simply think that he had been sleepwalking, nothing more.
The figure began to walk away, the wings wrapped around its body shimmering and forming into formal clothing appropriate for a human male servant to wear. Its features molded even further, taking on the appearance of a gracefully-aging man, each wrinkle seeming to have it's own dignity.
'He' continued to walk toward the manor. Despite the distance, and the roughness of the land between his landing-spot and the mansion, not a ragged breath did he take. In fact, he didn't seem to breathe at all.
Once at the mansion of the Darkhearts, he reached up and knocked one frail-looking knuckle against the door. As weak as his arms were, as thin as his bones seemed to be, the knock echoed with authority through the mansion...
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Post by silverlaine on Sept 21, 2015 10:45:31 GMT -6
Morrigan Darkheart
The man servant Renaud had helped her to get dressed..thankfully, in the emergency that the Darkheart Clan awoke earlier then expected..he had kept several pairs of fresh clothing on hand, keeping them clean and neatly, lovingly folded. Such was the case of the fine gypsy clothes she came to wear..leather pants, a leather corset strapped around her waist over a crimson and gold blouse..a gypsy sash on her left side, as well as a pair of thigh high boots. Her hair was done up with a lovely bun, with a good portion of her loose strands of hair cascading down over her shoulders. Jewelry..a fine sapphire necklace, as well as a gold circlet..finished the look. Truly..she was a Queen of the Vampyres...Matriarch of the Darkheart Clan.
And the Matriarch sensed something..unnatural...
Her sense came to her the exact moment that the heavy, wooden doors were banged upon, purplish flames igniting at her forehead, her eyes ablaze with those same purple flames.
"Lady Morrigan?" came from Renauld, who was taken aback by the sudden demeanor in the Mistress. Even he could sense her apprehension..and as she stood..he quickly strapped her katana to her right side, afterwards placing a fine cloak of crimson gossamer over her shoulder. "Please, Lady Morrigan...you may sense something..but you are still too weak to fight. Without blood..you could get hurt. Besides..your mental prowess isn't fully recovered yet either..you might be getting the wrong sense of whatever or whoever it is you're sensing"
Extending her right arm outwards, the cloak flapping outwards..she'd start to walk out of the room with a calm, steady pace. It was true..she was nowhere near strong enough..were she to engage in a fight, it would have ended badly for her. Without blood..there wasn't a chance she'd have, especially given past enemies. But then again..fighting in the Saluthi Wars..she had to learn to push herself at times..especially against the Ayenee generals.
Something came out from her..almost like a shadow, but that shadow looked..from behind..exactly like her..but, it would disappear in a small gust of wind. "Lady Morrigan!" came from Renauld, who was frantically trying to keep pace with her..but of course, she had her mind on other things. ~Jason..Darius..Alexis...~ she thought..~Stay safe, my children..~..and right after thinking such, as the servant was about to grab ahold of her cloak..she herself disappeared from sight, standing behind the door in the blink of an eye. "LADY MORRIGAN!" came the cry from the servant..
And she'd open the door, while one hand rested upon her katana sheath...
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Post by Alexis and others on Sept 21, 2015 16:20:07 GMT -6
Alexis Windfair
When she had finished her threat, she was just getting her eye patch back and slipping it on when she heard the words mentally spoken by her adopted Mother. Glaring between them and twisting with a purpose she glared back at the people and barked out. "If I come back here, you will all have the debt of your forefathers paid in full. ten bottles of blood filled from human veins. If it is not ready, woe on the souls of your wretched bodies." That said she vanished in a gust of wind, bursting as she was pulled away like a parting ghost. As she left them all behind, she was in a rush a powerful wind breaking through the trees and through the grass. Only to appear in front of the gates that protected the Mansion from outsiders. When Alexis appeared she stood ready, hands held to the side as two swirls of wind that formed quickly into a pair of wavy shaped blades. The look on her face was furious as she waited to see what would happen.
Darius Darkheart
Hearing the words of Morrigan, as well at the knocks upon the doorway he moved in front of Jason and his metallic arm clicked as he stood ready to fight for his home. Without looking back he replied to Jason. "Get in the bedroom brother. If anything happens, get out and find Christian. She'll be able to help." Without another word he watched the door and was prepared to rush toward the danger if his beloved Mother had been harmed. Till then he'd stay put and just watch from his position, thinking that he had the advantage from where he was.
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Milenko
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Searching for my missing history...
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Post by Milenko on Sept 21, 2015 22:04:11 GMT -6
Dimitri/Metatron:
When Morrigan opened the door, she would find herself face-to-face with the well-dressed man, hands clasped behind his age-bent back. The wind that had carried Alexis to the manor ruffled his thinning shoulder-length salt-and-pepper hair. Extending a willow-thin hand and arm to the side, leaving the other behind him, he bowed and said, "Lady Darkheart, I bring you greetings." He straightened as much as his decrepitude allowed, reclasping his hands behind him. "I am called Dimitri," he said. "You, and your children, have nothing to fear from such as I. You might remember me, though you have not seen me but at a distance when visiting the Castle of Judgement, belonging to the angel I once worked for, Shakaar Galeed. If you would allow me entrance, it is on his account I am here, as well as a desire to express to you the facts of the ending of the war against the being known as Ludious, so that you might disseminate such information to the pertinent parties."
With that, he simply fell silent and waited for their reply.
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Post by silverlaine on Sept 24, 2015 8:49:07 GMT -6
Morrigan Darkheart
When the door was opened..and the sight of the old gentleman fell upon her sights..her entire body became ablaze in purplish hued flames. It was..more then anything..a show of force, one that normally the unholy crap out of most unknown bypassers or bystanders. Without her normal strength..intimidation would have to be her weapon of choice..for a Vampyress of her calibur..such wasn't hard to achieve. However...
Those flames died almost immediately whenever the old man started talking..and the name, so familiar. Yes..she'd not only heard of and seen the man..but, she had sensed him numerous times. Around the time of the flames dying..the man-servant Renauld came down the stairs, huffing and puffing as loudly as one could imagine..doubling over with his hands on his knees. "Lady Morrigan..you shouldn't rush out like that" he'd manage to get out in-between bouts of heavy breathing.
"Well do I remember thee, Dimitri.." The Lady would state, her hand removing itself from the sheath of the enchanted katana, only to rest atop of her perky bosom. She even bowed courteously..something she only reserved for a few people. The Galeeds..were one such set of people..."Please, come inside my Manor..and rest thyself as thou wouldst at thine own home. Long has the Galeeds and the Darkhearts been friends..ne'er shalt one of mine house think to turn thee or any in that house away from the hospitality only the Darkhearts can provide"
"Oh, Lady Morrigan...how rude of me to not allow the guest inside..that you would do such while I'm standing here" Came from Renauld, who..after finally catching his breath..would stand aside of the Lady, bowing to Dimitri in much the same manner as she did. "Please, Lady Morrigan..allow me to see to your guest" She would nod and turn..her cloak flailing in the wind from the movement..however, taking two steps and she began to wobble, almost collapsing..were it not for a pedestal that she'd suddenly grab. "Lady Morrigan..you see..you got excited for nothing! Please, M'lady..sit down, and wait for your children to bring you sustenance"
Jason Van Carter
Of course he didn't listen to his older brother..not when his mothers safety could've possibly been at stake. So instead of waiting..he made his way towards the main hall..half dressed, wearing leather pants, a crimson sash down to his ankles..and riding boots. The shirt could wait..for now, he wanted to make sure his mother was safe..and, sure enough..when he saw the gathering, he'd hide behind a pillar..and watch the ongoings..though when his mother almost fell, he'd gasp loudly and let out a small sniffle. How he hated seeing any of his family suffer...
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Post by Alexis and others on Sept 24, 2015 13:22:53 GMT -6
Alexis
The moment she saw the flames around Morrigan die down, she dropped the blades and they fell to the ground in a burst of shattered turbulent wind energy. From her lips escaped a sigh. and as Morrigan stumbled weakly, Alexis vanished from sight and appeared holding her adopted mother close. "Pardon mother. Come lets sit you down. I have made preparations ahead of the rest of the family for feeding to be readied for you all. The people have all but forgotten our families struggles in their defense and have grown foolish in their brazen disregard of the Darkheart families needs. I am sure with your first feeding on it's way now. You will be able to restore the glory that was known to the town." With that she spun and looked toward the man that had approached the manor. "You there, What news did you bring to cause stress upon the house of Darkheart prior to it's need to awaken and readjust itself? I am Alexis Windfair Darkheart. Only daughter of Morrigan Darkheart and Steward of her house in their rest." With her words spoken she stepped to the side of Morrigan and listened quietly.
Darius
When Darius heard Jason gasp he waved a hand and moved over to walk him to Morrigan as he spoke. "Relax Brother. Mom will be fine, she's just hungry.. speaking of hungry, Mother. I need to go track down Christian, I'm sure she's worried sick and I'm starved so I'll go ahead and fetch her and yeah.. umm I'll be fine, just.. yeah it might be a while. Not seeing my wife in so long I'm sure you understand. right?" With that he waited to hear what Morrigan had to say, but once she was done speaking he'd look hopefully toward her and smile lightly. That is between looking toward the man that had come in and staring with a face that resembled one of Ashlieghs, 'what the hell do you want' looks.
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