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Post by Wolfyre on Apr 25, 2008 15:55:30 GMT -6
She sat atop a barstool closest to the stairs so that if the need arose to make a quick exit from unfavorable attention, it would not be hard to reach her room in the basement. After all, thanks to her Master, she was a wanted women now. Despite her dead family's Noble bloodline, to her family, she & her family had been slain. The worst being a note that was left saying that i was alive, only in a matter of speaking sense considering my Master had Embraced me to the night for eternity. He had let my family know that a vampire had turned their beloved niece, granddaughter, ect. He had done his homework, my family line lived to despise vampires, if a family member so happened to be Embraced as one, then they were dead to the family forever.
I raised my hand for the tender to refill the bloodwyne before me in the black onyx goblet with complex black rose vines decorating it.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Apr 25, 2008 16:06:10 GMT -6
Lyvia smiled softly, she knew Wolfyre very well. She had been coming to the Tavern since her Embracing with her master. They had become decent friends in the past three thousand some odd years. Yes, it was true Lyvia too was a vampire, but her Master had done abandoned her with riches, a place to start a vampire tavern, & a broken heart. She had fallen in love with her Master, which often times happened with vampires when they chose companionship of the opposite sex. Something to quell the eternal abyss of loneliness that vampires endured in their existence. The pain of watching loved ones, friends, & foes die of old age, knowing that blessing of death & peace of heaven would never be yours even if slain. After all, vampires were forsaken by almost all except their own kindred blood.
Her blood red hair danced a ocean-like wave down her shoulders to her hips. her emerald eyes danced with joy to see her beloved friend here again. She turned from the present patron after taking the bill & tip from him, grabbing a blood red almost black bottle of bloodwyne, pouring it into Wolfyre's goblet.
"Long journey M'lady, you look on edge of a sword a bit?" She asked, her voice calm and musical sweet to the ears.
Lyvia was but 17 when her Master embraced her so she still had yet a child-like tone to her voice.
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Post by Wolfyre on Apr 25, 2008 16:15:34 GMT -6
She looked up to her friend softly, the internal storm can be seen in the ice blue of her eyes, the sapphire sunkist in her eyes danced a moment to turn a shade of sapphire haze, as if a thin layer of clouds covered the sapphire. Her hair lay tied back in a ponytail. the ice blue roots fading to a deep ebony black of night. the strange coloration of her hair could only be explained by the bloodlines that mingled in her.
The moment her Master had lain eyes upon her in the woods on her evening ride home from a party, he had fallen for a overwhelming, all-consuming lust to have her by his side. It was not a lust of sexual desire as much as it was a lust that foretold of a gorgeous trophy prize to show off at his side at the local vampire taverns. He had used her once, after breaking her of her much prized womanhood. She was betrothed however, that was a problem he did not care to tangle with. He ensured her betrothed met an unfortunate accident. She had not been in love the the man she was betrothed, but still felt pity for his family as he was the heir to the estate.
"I do? Hmm." Sarcasm softly dripped from my sweet saucy mouth, the words making my usually serene voice of celestial-like beauty sound like a demoness trying to play off the a celestial maid's voice.
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Post by levica on Apr 26, 2008 16:54:04 GMT -6
Levica glanced into the tavern, a bit nervous. It had been his first time in such a place, and he wasn't sure what he was to do. He walked in and looked for a place to sit. He didn't want to just sit by anyone, but rather sit alone. He found a place near the stairs to sit down. Once there, he looked about, watching, taking in everything. How the people acted, what they ate and drank, what they said. He had to learn. He also noted his attire didn't fit well. A brown leather vest with orange adornments, and brown pants with similar decoration. Brown seemed to be his color, as his short hair and eyes were the same.
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Post by Wolfyre on May 6, 2008 9:24:32 GMT -6
She raised a cold expression to the figure who had stirred the tavern. She was not all that sure of this figure, but he seemed rather bland & common. She turned away, finding no real point in studying him further. he was no threat to her, thus she did not care to entertain him any undeserved attention.
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Post by Dungeon Master on May 6, 2008 9:31:09 GMT -6
Lyvia raised her head as her tavern doors swung open in a nervous way. She smiled softly to the figure who did seem a bit common, but she never judged her patrons, all were welcome here. She glanced to Wolfyre, frowning. She knew her friend all too well, she could be a hell of a cold hearted vampire, your worst nightmare, or a sexual lover. She & Wolfyre often spoke of the men they entertained as they feasted. Of course, they never really went into a full detail story just a few interesting parts that were extremely fun.
She walked over to the new patron, "Greetings, welcome to RoseSerenity Tavern & Inn. My name is Lyvia, I'm the owner & tender. Can I get you anything?" Her voice was sweet, yet cold despite her polite mannerism. A cold in her voice seemed deeper, as if foretold of part of a second hidden identity,
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Post by levica on May 14, 2008 18:29:31 GMT -6
"For now, I'll entertain the hardest drink you have. I'm really not here form much, just a place to sit and drink." *Levica placed a pile of coins on the table and leaned back. He didn't get much of a look at here, but found her as pale as he was. He wondered about that. Often such pale skinned people were vampirial in nature, of not the real deal. This worried him. He wasn't much for vampires. At first they had been an interest, but not anymore.
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Post by Wolfyre on May 23, 2008 16:01:03 GMT -6
Wolfyre could sense unease in the figure, but ignored the figure completely. She was in no mood to entertain or feed.
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Post by Dungeon Master on May 23, 2008 16:04:06 GMT -6
She was hesitant to give the figure her hardest drink. "You sure you can handle my hardest drink?" She asked lightly.
She sighed, grabbing a bottle of her oldest dragon's ale. Dragon ale alone was strong, but add the age to it, well, yeah. It could make a half dragon a little tipsy.
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Post by armonia on Aug 14, 2008 20:40:20 GMT -6
Armonia without hesitation walked into the tavern and though she was in human-form it was obvious that no one was fooled. she wore a long black night gown that is slit at her thighs. her long straight black hair dancing in the warm soft wind like harmonized ripples in a pond. Her eyes looked to the barstool and then to the tender it was obvious to her that a bond was there. she sat beside the odd yet beautiful woman and though she was silent, her energy made it clear what and who she was.
the past twenty-two years sense that fateful day when she was turned in an attempt to save her love had become a legend among few. Also her undying thirst for death made it more legendary to the people of the night. she looked up at the tender and in a soft dark chocolate voice that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up said, "I'll have your finest drink...it doesn't matter what it is."
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Post by Wolfyre on Aug 17, 2008 6:09:03 GMT -6
Wolfyre could sense the woman was of her kind, but paid no mind to her at all. Her aura alone was the only thing needed to make hairs stand on end if not make a grown man wet himself. She indeed was strong for her age. Yes she has had many centuries to develop herself, but to a vampire she was still young to middle ages. Vampires could live thousands of years, the oldest once foretold of was a vampire Master by the name Hykari Insol...he had himself grown to be 10,000 years old. Then despite his enormous aura & abilities due to his wisdom, he let slip the worst mistake of his life. She shuttered at the thought of his own lover betraying him to a slayer. Of course the slayer had only used his lover & slain her too. That was one fact of vampire society...Never Ever trust a deal with a slayer they are often as low as society can offer. She too had her own encounters with slayers.
Vampires only held scars often times from their human or other racial life before the actual Embracing. However, there were a few things that could scar a vampire...blessed or holy weapons could do such a thing. The slayer had his weapons blessed by a priest...damn paladins & clerics for all their worth. She had almost gained a scar once from a battle with a slayer, but she instinctively knew the weapon was blessed & ceased his life without hesitation of play by using spells to keep him at distance.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Aug 17, 2008 6:20:35 GMT -6
Lyvia looked at the young woman, she smiled willingly baring her fangs to the woman. it was a vampire's way of acknowledging each other. there were other ways too, but this was of Lyvia's favorite since she was proud of who she was.
"Finest....hmm. Let's see." She said softly in a shadowy musical voice as she bent down looking through her bloodwynes.
She pulled out a bottle, smiling softly. She set down a glass goblet, fancy wyne deserved fancy goblets in her eyes. It however, was not as extravagant as Wolfyre's her dearest friend she'd know for damn near forever. She poured the glass.
"That's my finest bloodwyne, a mix of royal blood & dragon's ale. get's a nice taste to it if I say so myself." She smiled gently to the woman curious if she'd like the wyne or not. It was one some vampires couldn't handle because the strength of the dragon's ale.
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Post by armonia on Aug 17, 2008 18:16:00 GMT -6
Armonia smiled injuriously as she placed twenty-five gold coins on the counter and then took hold of the goblet. without hesitation she began to sip the taste of the drink elegant yet tangy against her throat. "Its perfect my dear...thank you for sure elegant service." Armonia replied in a soft but coy voice. she quickly finished the drink and then gently placed the goblet back on the counter. she noticed the tension of both the gorgeous womens auras it aroused her mostly however she kept her demeanor."Ah the sense of power how it turns me on."she thought sitting there silently.Just then she turned to the woman compelled to ask, "What are your names if you both don't mind my curiosity."
Just then Armonia shuddered feeling a grusomely powerful aura suddenly emerge. a young woman walked into the tavern she wore a black cloak which concealed her face from view. She quickly sauntered over to the tavern yet before she should say anything Armonia spoke in a tongue that was perhaps unknown to most except those of demon blood. "Klub sha tuvla?"--"To whom do thy seek?"
Jade looked at the strange yet beautiful woman in confusion and once she took a seat an eerie shiver flashed through her.At that very moment her bones began to brake and reform transforming her into a elegant yet hideously ferocious creature. she pushed back her hood and swiftly took the cloak off then placed it on the stool beside her. her once curlly bronze hair became silky smooth and straight, her pale white skin became a creamy dark caramel, dark blood lips, golden eyes, long ebony eyelashes, and angelic facial features. she wore a dark red blouse that stopped inches above her belly button with a dark red skirt that stretched down to her ankles, slit at the thighs. her tail wisp at that floor and her taloned feet clicked at the hardwood floor. "Kasha lu sa mu kuva."--"I sought you Armonia. "She sa lee."--you and I are to much alike not to be companions. Armonia sighed as she spoke in a normal tongue, "I'm sorry that you've travel a far distance for nothing but I am not interested in a union...I'm a one nighter kind of girl." she turned to both the tender and the woman sitting beside her using her arua to plead for help.
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Post by Wolfyre on Aug 19, 2008 9:53:16 GMT -6
Wolfyre, noticed the new comer enter, but made no physical, aura, or emotional signs of her notice to the woman. She understood the language easily, as she was raised to know such things.her father had instructed her to learn as much of every race as she could including languages. Some she was mroe proficient in others though. Demon was one she was rather proficient with but never spoke it unless absolutely necessary.
She heard the woman's request for her name, btu ignored the question. She was not very sociably most of the time except with those she trusted such as Lyvia. Lyvia was like a younger sister to her.
She then felt the change in auras of the girl, a note of request for help in getting out of this predicament. For the first time, emotion crept on her face, a smirk. the smirk was one of amusement, nothing more nothing less.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Aug 19, 2008 9:59:29 GMT -6
Lyvia raised her head at the coin placed on her bar for the drink. She nodded her thanks. She then heard the girls request to know her name. She thought a moment which name to use.
"My name is KittyRose. This is my place." She said softly.
She saw the figure & could feel the aura, but it did not scare or even make her uneasy. She felt the girl's aura shift to a plead for aid, she sighed softly, she wouldn't have a fight in her bar.
"Miss, I believe the lady gave her answer. Would you like a drink?" She asked being polite the whole time.
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