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Penbrook Church & Estate / Re: A Grand Entrance

« on: February 16, 2019, 11:24:13 AM »

At Charons comment of lost invitations the Dark Angel smiled broadly with amusement but since he didn’t seem overly bothered by the wolf Saraekiel assumed its presence, though curious was no threat and so returned his attention to the ancient and therefore missed Zoherets entrance.

His curiosity and interest where doubly peaked at the mention of this important announcement and he was going to ask a question but was stopped by Charons next words.  He looked behind the ancient and spied the target of of the current topic. Zoheret was holding court amongst a small group of vampires. She looked flawless as usual, a Goddess come to bedazzle and blind those who would gaze upon her perfection.

“I spoke with her but a few days ago” he said in answer to Charon's inquiry, he was about to tell him that she had only recently returned from being abroad but stopped. Zoheret's business was Zoheret's business and if she wanted others to know it she would no doubt tell them herself. Instead he looked at Charon and offered the ancient his arm.

“Would you like me to escort you over to her?”

Why not? he could play nice, especially to this veritable grandfather of vampires, they say age brings wisdom. Maybe he could learn a thing or two, he doubted it though, and as he glanced once again around the undead throng milling about, he saw nothing that as of yet would dissuade him from the course of action he was planning on taking.

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Attica Villa / Re: Back to Business

« on: February 16, 2019, 03:51:47 AM »

He smiled broadly, warmly at her as Zoheret sat herself so regal like in the seat, her words were kind, even friendly and her eyes appreciative of the view he provided but he read between the lines quite nicely.

Your gorgeous, I’m gorgeous, we both have silver tongues. Now, you went to a lot of effort to make a big enough fracas in the hope of getting my attention. You now have it, get to the point and stop wasting my time.

However if Zoheret thought he was going to wait to be invited to sit in her presence like some servant or retainer, she had another thing coming. As a Dark Angel her reputation was legendary and even appreciated the fact she had gained a foothold of land and power in a city practically owned by vampires, but he had only one master and she wasn't it. So after she took her seat he followed suit and sat on the lounge he had discarded his jacket over earlier.

"Let there be truth between us then" he said as he pulled the jacket onto his lap and started ruffling through its pockets. "Firstly, I originally wanted to meet you because I was sick and tired of being surrounded by all these lesser creatures all the time" Finding what he was looking for he pulled them out of the jacket and held them resting in his hands. One was a fancy looking invitation and the other a bulletin sheet. "And, as far as I could tell you and I were and still are the only ones of our kind currently inhabiting this fine, sin filled, debauched city, and so I thought Birds of a Feather and all that. You were busy however so I settled for just letting you know I was around and available if you were interested. After awhile i assumed you weren't." He shrugged nonchalantly at her supposed disinterest before placing the two items on the table before her and slid them towards her with his fingers.

"Then these happened" He indicated the bulletin "A declaration by one Jake McCloud of his intentions of eventually claiming dominion and absolute lordship over the entire city and every creature in it.  Then this." He then indicated the fancy invitation "arrived by courier a couple days after. Its an invitation to attend some sort of gala to be hosted by Charon and his family." he leaned back and smiled wickedly at Zoheret

" I smell possibilities and a whole lot of chaos brewing in the wind. I thought we could  fly the currents together and have a little fun. What do you think?"

This was too good of an opportunity to pass up and he had every intention of taking full advantage. If he had to do it solo he then fine, but as another dark angel and as one who would be more effected by the political power structure of the city then he was, he thought he would make the offer to play together.

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Detour Motel / Re: Moon Dreaming

« on: February 16, 2019, 12:27:12 AM »

*That is understandable, I remember that way about my sister* he sent back softly as he had a sudden image of his sister walking through the village near their family croft and smiling at the young men who watched her with hungry eyes.

The runes on the collar shimmered as the vindictive piece of god crafted jewelry constricted around Naoise’s throat and sent small yet excruciating electrical volts into his brain causing the cat to suddenly jerk and convulse in Arutha’s arms as foam and dribble formed in the corners of Naoise’s mouth and slowly dripped down his jaw and small, soft piteous meows of agony slipped almost breathlessly from his mouth. As the collar slowly returned to normal, releasing Naoise from its horrible grip all Arutha would hear down the mental link were Naoise’s eventual soft yet frantic repeated words of * Nopastnopastnopast. I-have-no-past, nopastnopastnopastnopast*

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ShadowHaven Estate / Re: A visitor comes a calling.

« on: February 15, 2019, 10:50:14 PM »

At Sam’s words Saraekiel’s anger at Shae dissipated. Sam really was a sweet and innocent creature. How did she become one of the undead, surely her purity of spirit had earned her a Watcher, an Angel of Light that would have helped guide this child to become a beacon of hope for humanity on some sort of scale at least? Why had she not been protected? Was the heavenly war so virulent t the moment that such people were falling through the cracks? His old self was abhorred at the idea yet the dark angel he was, was beyond intrigued for if that was the case then there was an infinite amount of chaos to be created. That however was a subject for another day when he had more time.

“Sam” he said with a small smile “If I thought you had even an inkling of being superior to me or thought me beneath you, I would have most likely turned you to ash that very first night” he said simply. There was no threat or animosity in his words, just simple truth. “ In fact I am more than intrigued by you, despite your undead nature, and I most certainly find your personality enjoyable. I think I may even like you.” He said with a cheeky wink before sitting back in the stool and watched Shae kinetically lift the cabbage leaves and place them on the pot. All the while she sat there at the end of the counter with her chin resting on her fist as she leaned over the benchtop and watched the conversation between them with amused yet intense focus.

“As for being a spy, I have never thought that of you. However, you yourself told me that your sire can easily enter your mind and dig through it as he pleased. So…as much as you say you will keep and protect our secrets and the things you learn here, you can’t, not really. Can you” he asked the vampire seriously.

Since they were talking about secrets Shae figured it was time she eased Sam’s fear about the big Angel no no one, plus it was time for a little subject change again. Saraekiel was seriously killing the mood. Maybe she should tell him to get lost for the weekend.

“Talking about secrets.” She said as she turned her dark amused filled eyes to Sam. “Saraekiel here isn’t so paranoid about his silly name anymore.” She then turned her eyes to Kiel and smiles wickedly. “Are you Pidgeon”

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Penbrook Church & Estate / Re: A Grand Entrance

« on: February 15, 2019, 07:50:34 PM »

He straightened slightly as he felt the approach of another angel, it didn't feel like a Light Angel. Zoheret maybe? He was about to turn and look when he saw the ancient vampire approach. He watched warily because he could feel time pulling at him the closer this creature got, it almost made his bones ache. This was the first time any vampires age had impressed itself upon him and this was the first non-beautiful vampire he had yet seen as well, not that looks, good or bad, meant anything to him; after all, appearance was just another tool to be used. He had time to clasp Sabrina’s hand in return and shake it.  He liked that she offered her hand, most would not, especially if they knew what a Dark Angels touch was capable of. He was about to tell her his name when she beckoned the ancient to them.

By the Darkness! this vampire was so damn old, his age pressed down on him with every step he took closer. It wasn’t pain he felt pressing on his bones but simply the weight of eons, it was slightly like the way he used to feel when he was around the Elders of his kind, except this was much weaker, nothing contained true ancients like the angelic plane. Saraekiel suspected this vampire was pretty powerful as well; as time was a great builder of strength, which made this vampire someone to watch if not fear. He didn’t fear much and with maybe the exception of the approaching ancient the surrounding fangers certainly weren’t capable of inspiring that emotion in him

He was about to introduce himself again when the naked and obviously god touched vampire came hurtling towards them.  As Sabrina pushed the naked vampire behind her, he studied the creature with interest. Madness was seen as a curse by most humans but angels knew them for the unique, intriguing and more oft then not insightful creatures that they were. How much more so did the vampiric curse make them he wondered as he flicked his curiosity filled eyes over the naked fellow, the whole gatecrashing and naked mad vampire situation had his lips twitching with amusement as he turned towards Charon.

“Saraekiel” he said as introduction as he offered the ancient his hand in greeting. “And from Sabrina’s comments I assume this is your home and event. Thank you for inviting me”

But why am I here? He thought suspiciously and just a little too loudly when the garden was suddenly filled with the sound of distressed wolf song.

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Penbrook Church & Estate / Re: A Grand Entrance

« on: February 14, 2019, 06:07:51 PM »

Vampires, vampires and more vampires. It was a Leech Circus, a veritable graveyard of the undead, no wonder they thought they ruled the city. Where were all the other supernaturals?

He continued to watch the broiling throng of reanimated corpses scurrying around the grounds, when he felt eyes upon him, so he turned in their direction. The guy was handsome, not that good looks were lacking in the undead if this soiree was anything to go by and he was about to address him when the young vampire moved off in a hurry. As he passed by he released such a sudden burst of emotion Saraekiel couldn’t help but pick up on them. Foremost there was so much surprised joy emanating from him it was like nibbling on fairy floss, sweet and delicate, but, underneath that there was a faint yet intriguing layer of frustration, simmering anger and sorrow that the sugary sweet concoction turned into something rich, dark and delectable. That vampire was yummy! He considered following him but got distracted as an extremely tall and vivacious figure stepped down beside him.

“Not exactly” he replied with wry amusement. The creatures demonic essence tickled along his skin, no, not demon, not exactly. Half demon maybe? Demonic something anyway. His eyebrow lifted with curiosity as he turned and looked at her .“More like something of interest,” He turned more fully towards her and smiled “Which I believe I have just found. And you? Whom or what do you search for”

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Attica Villa / Re: Back to Business

« on: February 14, 2019, 12:13:39 AM »

He had heard tales of Zoheret of course, who of their ilk hadn’t? but the stories were nothing compared to the reality of the Dark Angel that walked through the door. Stunning didn’t do her justice nor beautiful, mesmerizingly gorgeous maybe? No not even that. She walked in like the Queen she was. Elegant, graceful, commanding, radiating with power. Deadly, yes definitely deadly.

He smiled warmly as he reached for Zoherets offered hand, for in truth he could do nothing else, regardless of any games, it was simply nice to be in the company of his own kind. As he took her hand in his and offered a firm shake in return to hers, but then instead of releasing her hand he turned it slightly and laid a feather light kiss on the top of her wrist.

“Sarai Zoheret, the poets do you no justice, you truly are the most exquisite being the Creator has ever made” He released her hand, a playful smile tugging at his lips, his eyes now calm and filled with nothing more then his normal angelic splendor. He had no real problem with Zoheret or how she ran her district. No, he wanted to meet Zoheret not to challenge her but because he thought they would make great allies. Two Dark Angels working together could halt the spreading vampiric rot and cleanse the city of mongrel riffraff. That was his hope anyway, it all came down to whether they could work together as allies and equals for as powerful as Zoheret was, he would not serve.

“Thank you for your invitation to visit you, your home is spectacular, and your staff have been most gracious and attentive with my care”

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Glitter Beach / Re: Silver on Silver

« on: February 12, 2019, 10:35:34 PM »

Shiobhan felt a wrench of guilt when Flick barked in startlement from her outburst and looked at her with such sadness in his expressive lupine eyes. Worried she had made him feel unwanted because of his nature and knowing what such rejection felt like she once again reached for him, her fingers reassuring and gently as she petted him.

“I’m sorry Flick, your duel nature doesn’t bother me. It was just the realization that you are also a person, not just a magnificent and fantastical animal” Her lips twitched with wry amusement at the surrealness of the animal before her. “most people find such close contact as we are sharing unnerving when received by those they aren’t close to, and even then most wouldn’t like it unless they were actually intimate with them.” She sighed softly in contemplation as she trickled her fingers through the ruff of his neck. “it must be nice to be a wolf, a shifter; petting sure is a nice way to make friends” she added as she scratched behind his ear. She marveled at the fact she was running her fingers through the coat of an actual living wolf and wondered what it would be like to be able to change shape and run free and unfettered through the world.

As she moved her hand to pet Flick the movement of her arm made the glyphs on her robe shimmer with reflected light and it made her think suddenly of the runes and glyphs she had carved all through her café. The urge to do so had come upon sudden and inexplicable. She had been powerless to deny it. The need for such runes was unusual, especially for a business, the money and prosperity ones, sure; everyone wanted to be successful in their ventures, but the rest? If everything her in her family’s lore was real then she could understand the need, but surely not everything in them was real. If that was the case then she should never leave the safety of her front door once the sun went down again because according to those tales’ vampires, ghouls and zombies could pop out of the ground at any moment and try to snack on her. The very thought made her snort in disbelief as soft laughter bubbled from her twitching lips.

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ShadowHaven Estate / Re: A visitor comes a calling.

« on: February 12, 2019, 09:07:21 PM »

Saraekiels lips curled up with amusement at the sharp bite in the Sams tone. This is what drew him to the vampire in the first place, from the moment her heels clicked angrily on the pavement as she confronted that drunken jerk at that club oh so long ago. He didn’t know what to make of her really or what to do with her. Could she be an ally? Or was she merely a tool? Either way she was pleasant company, even if she was the undead.

“You know Fangs.” He said with an amused tone “ if we can die that means we aren’t immortal right? No matter how long we get to live. It just means we are long lived, timeless …and hopefully very hard to kill”

“Oh, for crying out load” Shae said with exasperation. “Enough about killing and murder. And fyi I actually am immortal. Thank you very much” smiling sweetly she then proceeded to telekinetically pick up a knife and wave it around. “What do you want me to do next Sam”

*What the fuck?!* Saraekiel sent angrily to Shae *Why did you share that with her* He kept the metal communication on a tightly controlled wave length. He couldn’t remember if Sam had told him if vampires could hear thoughts, but he didn’t want to risk her hearing this conversation regardless.

*I trust her* Shae sent back just as sharply *and I like her. We need to let more people into our inner circle Kiel. As strong as we are if we don’t start adding to our power source we will get swept away in whatever bullshit scheme you have stewing in that bloody brain of your*

She turned and looked at Sam with serious eyes. "Kiel is having a mental hissy fit because I chose to share something of myself with you"

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Detour Motel / Re: Moon Dreaming

« on: February 12, 2019, 08:38:00 PM »

He had always been a tactile, touchy feelly person, especially with those who were close to him, it wasn’t sexual or about intimacy but more of belonging, of acceptance and sensation, put simply, touching and being touched in return felt pleasing and pleasurable, it also calmed and soothed him. It made him feel safe. So as Aruthas hands glided over him, rubbing and scratching in all the right places, Naoise’s eyes shuttered close in ecstasy as soft purring emanated from him, letting Arutha and the room at large know just how happy he was. As lost to Aruthas ministration as he might be however that didn’t mean he wasn’t paying attention and so cracked open an emerald green eye when he finished talking.

*I don’t know Arutha* he sent as he turned his head and looked up at the man. The look was most definitely not feline and looked and felt un-natural for the cat form. This conversation would be so much better and easier if he were in human form. He could fall back onto the bed, pulling Arutha with him and they could lay there, their lings all jumbled and akimbo and talk earnestly yet quietly away, their faces mere inches apart. What if he couldn’t get free of this collar and curse. What then? What hope was there then? What possibility for any kind of relationship with Arutha then? He couldn’t help but doubt and the thoughts had him wanting to jump out of Arutha’s arms and lap, curl up in a corner somewhere and sulk with his maudlin thoughts. Instead he closed his eyes and rubbed his head against Arutha’s abdomen. * it isn’t the risk I am worried about* he shared with the man *but having hope and then having it shattered upon the harshness of reality. I haven’t dared hope this hard in I don’t know how long. I have been this way so long I think I became resigned to it. * he sighed sadly * Hoping, believing in a brighter future scares me more then torture or the collars wrath. I would say more then death but even that has been denied me* He felt his thoughts and mood getting darker but this was a road he and Arutha had been down before and nothing gets as boring as repetition so he gave himself a mental shake and slap and tried to change the topic to something a little less depressing.

*So what exactly worries you about Kevla and Psych? You not happy about them possible getting naked and sweaty together? * he sent amusedly.

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Penbrook Church & Estate / Re: A Grand Entrance

« on: February 12, 2019, 06:01:31 PM »

Saraekiel straightened his white satin neck tie as he gave himself the once over and smiled with sharp satisfaction at what he saw. He wore white leather dress shoes, pale cream linen pants, a white leather belt and gold buckle, a classic white shirt (Gucci of course, everything was Gucci), a pale cream, suit vest (with the tie tucked neatly behind it) and a white tuxedo jacket. The look was finished off with gold cufflinks, a gold chained pocket watch and his gold earring. The colours practically blazed against his dark golden skin, his smoky grey eyes, dark eyebrows and his gleaming, dark brown, hair; which fell in shimmering waves around his shoulders. His lips curled upwards with wicked amusement as he lifted the pièce de résistance, a thin, beaten gold, circlet set with three shimmering black diamonds interspersed with two small blood red rubies. He smirked as he placed it on his head and rearranged his hair so that it covered most of the circlet leaving only the front band and gems exsposed against his forehead. The gems were a tribute to his wings, but the rest of his attire was all white, creams and golds. He looked like an Angel of Light fresh from the Heavenly Realm. It was all a joke of course, a parody of who and what he really was.

With one last look in the mirror he stepped to the balcony doors, threw them open, spread his wings and took to the skies. He didn’t have too far to go but he made sure if anyone did look up that he was high enough that they would think him only a very large bird, an eagle or some such.

After hovering in the sky for a moment to ascertain he was at the right place, he folded his wings behind him and plummeted straight down, banking only at the last moment so that when he landed in a graceful crouch, the force of his landing would cause only very minor shock-waves over the ground he landed on. He could have gotten a car and driven here but why drive when you could fly? Plus, he had no intention of waiting in line in the driveway.

After straightening and tidying himself up he approached the front staircase and climbed them, totally ignoring all the stares and wide eyes over his arrival. He stared nonchalantly at the guy on the door before flashing him his invitation. The invite had arrived a few days ago and yet he still had no clue as to why he was here or what this was all about. He knew where he was of course, some big wig vampires’ seat of power or so Shae had told him. She had been invited too but had declined to attend, politics bored her apparently.

He entered the foyer and stopped directly under the golden crystal bedecked chandelier, they were a match in their gloriousness. The room itself was stunning and deserved more than a quick glance, but he was more interested in the creatures around him then the décor. Was Zoheret here, was she coming, had she even been invited? Not seeing her or anyone else he might know or recognized he frowned slightly. What should he do now? Make his way to the open door at the back? Other people seemed to be making their way there but then others where just milling about too. Shit, he should have made Shae come.

Rolling his eyes slightly at the overwhelming bloody vampire presence, he strolled through the place like he owned it and everyone should worship him as he made his way to the back garden, where he stood at the top stair and looked around

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Approved Characters / Re: Saraekiel

« on: February 12, 2019, 02:59:26 AM »

Roleplays

Trouble Returns Saraekiel meets Sam
A Moonlit Stroll Saraekiel searches for trouble and stumbles upon Sam, again.
A Visitor Comes a Calling Saraekiel comes home to find a visitor in his kitchen. (In Progress)
Back to Business ~ http://www.roleplaycity.com/forum/index.php?topic=7147.0 ~ Saraekiel visits Zoheret
A Grand Entrance ~ http://www.roleplaycity.com/forum/index.php?topic=7148.0 ~ Saraekiel rubs shoulders with the creme de la creme of the city.
Stormclouds ~ http://www.roleplaycity.com/forum/index.php?topic=7210.0 ~ Saraekiel meets Ben and Kerr for the first time.
The First Official District Leaders meeting  http://www.roleplaycity.com/forum/index.php?topic=7410.0 ~ Saraekiel meets the other Big Players...and isn't overly impressed.
Affairs of State ~ http://www.roleplaycity.com/forum/index.php?topic=7507.0 ~ Ben and Kerr come to talk politics.
Mania ~ http://www.roleplaycity.com/forum/index.php?topic=7515.0 ~ Ben calls upon Saraekiel in the middle of the night.
Not Just a Pretty Face ~ http://www.roleplaycity.com/forum/index.php?topic=7566.0 ~ Saraekiel shows his support for Ben as a future District Leader.
Networking ~ http://www.roleplaycity.com/forum/index.php?topic=7609.0 ~ Saraekiel meets with Captain Hadar, the leader of the Ward after visiting Ben.
Ill Thought and Ill Deeds ~ http://www.roleplaycity.com/forum/index.php?topic=7620.0 ~ Saraekiel plants some bubbles of choas during the Carnival and meets with Zoheret and Zeus.
Just Last Night ~ http://www.roleplaycity.com/forum/index.php?topic=7691.0 Saraekiel goes to check up on Ben at his academy after loosing his election.
The Messanger  ~ http://www.roleplaycity.com/forum/index.php?topic=7739.0 ~ Ben sends a messenger to tell Saraekiel he is leaving town.

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Attica Villa / Re: Back to Business

« on: February 12, 2019, 12:51:33 AM »

Saraekiel was dressed in Saint Laurent; from his black, Wyatt, western-buckle leather shoes, which matched the black leather biker jacket (which in turn had been discarded to hang over one of the rooms sofas), to the black, flared, woolen jacquard trousers and the cream coloured Jacquard, crepe, long sleeved shirt, which he had unbuttoned to his chest. The colour looked good against his dusky skin and his thick, dark brown hair fell tumbling around his shoulders, framing his face and eyes. He looked spectacular and new it, the sophisticated rebel, seductively dangerous and comfortable in his own skin.

He had been here for a little while now and had taken the opportunity to look around without disrespectfully snooping. The room was nice if a little on the nose, he prefered modern and streamlined, however, he did like the wall to wall bookshelves on the far wall, therefore, he had sipped the expensive whiskey the staff had offered him, removed his jacket and perused the collection while he waited

Now, the abandoned and empty glass rested on a coffee table and he stood, leaning his shoulder against the wall in front of a window, which he had just opened. The cool, soft, evening breeze ruffled his hair slightly as he looked out over Zoherets impressive villa while slowly pulling a dyed feather across his palm, repeatedly stroking it with his thumb; separating the barbs from the vane, enjoying the way it caught and rubbed against his skin. It was a normal bird feather, eagle maybe but dyed a deep, dark red. He recognized it for what it was the instant he received it the day before, with its matching note containing nothing but the time, date and an address. The note was nothing, the feather on the other hand, the feather was an invitation to meet with Zoheret herself.

He had tried to meet with her many a time before, but he was always told that she was busy, unavailable or out of town. The last person who had told him that had been left slightly broken, screaming and blind, so he was also feeling slightly trepidatious as he run the feather across his palm once again. Was that the reason she had finally invited him to a meeting? He thought invitation, but as the feather tugged and caught on his skin, he knew it for the command that it was; better for them both if he thought of it as an invitation though. No body commanded him, not any more.

Or maybe she wanted to meet him because of the bistro he set alight on the boardwalks in the hope of gaining her attention, albeit that was many months ago now or maybe it was because he had started making noises about her absence and lack of visibility and therefore he should be seen as her second in command if not the outright District Leader, not that he really wanted that kind of power or her position. Leadership looked like too much work and not enough fun, no; he chased personal power, he craved personal and absolute freedom, not the trappings of power, he wasn’t interested in being adored or worshiped. However, he really didn’t like the current power balance in the city and if he had to take a position of power to break it, to challenge it, to preserve his freedom then so be it.

How the fuck did so much control end up in the hands of a pack of degenerate, mutated undead monkeys in the first place? Now that was something he was worried about, to think that these fucked up, diseased, bloodsucking, human leeches thought they had power over him, could command him, were better than him! Were better than or equal to Angels in general! Not to mention those flea bitten, mongrel, angel hating wolf shifters. Who the fuck did they think they were? They though he and his kind were the abominations?! Those filthy mutts were nothing but shit scrapped off of the foot of the creator!  Just thinking about it and them and the whole situation made him angry, made him rage; it burned and smoldered within him causing his eyes to glow with his power.

At the sound of footstep and the sharp, rhythmic clack of heels in the hallway he turned and watched the door, his eyes alight, daring and unafraid as he dragged the red feather across his palm.

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ShadowHaven Estate / Re: A visitor comes a calling.

« on: February 10, 2019, 05:01:07 PM »

Saraekiel raised an eyebrow at the mention of who the woman were discussing poisoning and blatantly ignored Shae's pointed sigh at his choice of topic.

“Vampires huh? My my” he grinned broadly with amusement as his smoke coloured eyes narrowed with speculation. Curious now he tilted his head and watched Sam as she filled up the pot. As she turned and looked at him, he raised his eyebrow again questioningly as a smirk played along his lips. She was the one who brought up the subject after all.

“So then Fangs, if poisoning is out, how would you kill a vampire then?”

Shae groaned softly in despair at Kiels question and closed her eyes in resignation. This was not polite conversation nor hypothetical girl talk this was, this was pure Kiel talk. She understood he was unhappy with the balance of political power in the city and that his obsession with vampires was out of fear, fear of them having power over him, of controlling him. He wanted to be able to stand equal if not above the city power structure with the freedom to be able to tell anyone who thinks to lord themselves over him to fuck off. She on the other hand was a small fish, she had money yes which was a kind of power but if it came to a physical fight, she didn’t stand a chance, she worked better from behind the scenes.

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Glitter Beach / Re: Silver on Silver

« on: February 09, 2019, 07:57:42 PM »

Shiobhan smiled as Flick placed his head in her lap and pretended to pant, his lupine tongue hanging out of the side for extra effect. Unable to resist the look in his eyes and her own urge, need to touch him she slowly and gently started to stroke and pet his head and neck, paying special attention to behind his ears and under his jaw.

“Powerful?” stopped petting and thought about it. “I am not like my Aunts no, but they are powerful in their knowledge and skill which has been honed over their lifetime, my powers are freakish and almost instinctual. I am a rather lazy witch” she said with a sad smile as she started up petting him again. “ My ability, my power unnerve me and so although I have learned  the witches craft I only tend to practice the bare minimum. I honour the Goddess and God, I honour the turning of the wheel and I do what I must to keep my powers from spilling out and running rampant. More then anything else I want to be normal, to live normally, in the normal world.” She said wistfully. “My families history and lore reads like a fantasy novel and back home it was easy to brush it off as silly nonsense, but here …” she looked down at Flick. “this city has pulled at me from the instant I came here Flick, I thought it was because I was a country bumpkin, a little farm girl lost in the big smoke, but that’s not it is it? It pulls at me because there is a world out there that I have refused to see. A world I blinded myself to. You really are a shifter and not a vivid surreal hallucination.”

Her fingers continued to gently stroke and trail through his fur and she couldn’t help but wonder at his coolness she was about to ask about the oddness of it when an entirely different realization hit her, and she stopped her hands in mid stroke.

“Sweet Goddess! you’re a Shifter, you’re a guy and I am stroking you!” she blurted with a touch of hysteria as she looked down at the wolf/man laying with his face in her lap.  She blinked as the realization settled in, really settled in that he was real, that this was happening. She gazed down at Flick with wonder, and a touch of fear and confusion. Unsure of how she felt and scared she might have spooked him with her outburst and that he might move away she pressed her hand down on him slightly. “Stay, don’t move, just…let me process”