[Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo
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Roleplay posts: 221
Physical Description: Zaltos stands roughly 6'2" and weighs around 220 pounds. He is currently using a young male for his vessel that is around 17-20 in age. Since this side of his Red Phoenix has never been present long, it is as juvenile as the new Zaltos, allowing him to be open to learning new magic besides his fire. His build is that of a well trained martial artists and his skin in a moderate tan color. His eyes flash an icy blue and his hair is silver and shoulder length.
Clothes and Equipment: His garb changes, as does his armor. He no longer uses the Phoenix Blade in a broadsword form. This sword is a dual blade sword that is highly magic. These blades are covered in a magical sheath that turns to fire when Zaltos takes hold of it. This sword is rumored to posses the first Phoenix ever. He currently has no shield but his fire. He does carry small items that can be used in combat, but these items vary from time to time and will never be the same at any point.
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Post by [Phoenix] Zaltos Kiraxo on Oct 15, 2015 18:52:31 GMT -8
"So... I think we found our destination. I think we might have a little more fun than I thought. It's going to get colder the further we go. I'm going to cast my armor and you all stand close. It'll feel like you're on the beach!" Zaltos spoke before taking a step away.
Zaltos would engulf himself in fire. The heat would definitely heat the area up and make the group step further back. Inside, Zaltos was more or less in a closet of armor. When he was done, he was in his full armor.(View pic)
The heat would die down, but the air around the group would feel warmer the closer they got to him, "You all ready?"
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Celaena
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Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 23
Physical Description: A woman of average height, Celaena is pale and slender, although she possesses a woman's curves. Her hair is long and thick, and black as night, falling to her hips. She has wide eyes that make her look innocent, and while they're technically hazel, they most often appear to be a shining burnished gold color.
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Clothes and Equipment: The daughter of a formerly noble house that has fallen into misfortune, Celaena still holds on to her finery, usually seen wearing dresses of fine fabric and excellent make in dark colors. She carries no weapons and bears only two items of jewelry, a white gold signet ring worn in the index finger of her left hand, and a white gold locket worn around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
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Post by Celaena on Jun 16, 2016 11:19:05 GMT -8
The woman who made her way up the path to the tower was swathed heavily in a sable fur cloak, warding off the chill of the region as best she could. She didn't seem unsettled by the forest or the crashing water, although the black bay gelding upon which she was perched was another matter; it pranced and tossed its head, snorting its disapproval at being made to traverse such a treacherous road. Her pale, delicate, and slightly aristocratic features were barely visible inside the shadows of her hood, but glimpses of pale skin and dark hair could be seen, as well as the occasional flash of golden eyes. The hands gripping the reins were clad in fur-lined gloves of a supple dark red leather, and her dress, made of sturdy and warm but very fine wool, was a grey so dark as to be nearly black. The boots tucked into her stirrups were also fine black leather, slightly heeled, and the tack that covered the horse was of the best quality. By all appearances, she was a noblewoman, or at least the daughter of a very well-to-do merchant. The question was, what would a lady of such breeding be doing in a place like this, forcing her mount ahead despite its growing terror?
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Leviath Bahat
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Post by Leviath Bahat on Jun 16, 2016 14:25:24 GMT -8
Hunching over the cliffs and rocky crags that lined Celaena's path, winged monsters of flesh and stone would creep and watch her from afar. Though naturally camouflaged with their dark grey skin and rough textures, they made no specific attempt to hide themselves, instead merely watching the apparent noblewoman and her horse with eager eyes.
Yet despite a hunger in them that would send unnatural chills up the spine of any normal mortal, these creatures did not swoop in and drag her off to their lair, or attempt to harm her or her mount in any way. Instead they followed her up along the path and towards the great gates that opened into a labyrinthine citadel of gothic spires and warn-down castle architecture. The entire location seemed deserted to the eyes and ears, but even a child would be able to sense that it was not.
When Celaena's path would eventually take her to the entrance itself, the strong-iron portcullis and the gate behind it began to open all by themselves, giving her access to the courtyard beyond the walls while unlit torches in the area began to spontaneously light aflame, offering more visibility than what simple moonlight could provide through a clouded night sky.
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Celaena
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Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 23
Physical Description: A woman of average height, Celaena is pale and slender, although she possesses a woman's curves. Her hair is long and thick, and black as night, falling to her hips. She has wide eyes that make her look innocent, and while they're technically hazel, they most often appear to be a shining burnished gold color.
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Clothes and Equipment: The daughter of a formerly noble house that has fallen into misfortune, Celaena still holds on to her finery, usually seen wearing dresses of fine fabric and excellent make in dark colors. She carries no weapons and bears only two items of jewelry, a white gold signet ring worn in the index finger of her left hand, and a white gold locket worn around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
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Post by Celaena on Jun 16, 2016 14:38:35 GMT -8
It became a battle to force the horse up the path, especially when both rider and horse became aware of the creatures watching them. Impassive golden eyes swept across her surroundings, and even though she shuddered, she didn't seem afraid, or inclined to depart. By the time they arrived at the citadel proper, the gelding was frothing at the mouth and his eyes were rolling crazily. But when she finally reined him to a halt within the courtyard and slid off his back, the moment her feet touched the stone and her hands released the reins, the horse reared and neighed in terror. Then he whirled around and bolted back the way they'd come. No sound or any sign of reaction came from Celaena, who watched him go with those shining eyes. Rather, she let her gaze sweep across the courtyard, taking in the torches which had sprung to life as if by magic mere moments ago.
After several long moments of silence, she finally moved. Her hands shifted, pulling free the gloves that protected her fair skin from the elements; once they were removed, they were tucked into an interior pocket of her cloak, and then her hands raised to push the hood back from her face. Her features were lovely, but cold, devoid of emotion or warmth, metallic eyes and blood red lips standing out in a sea of skin white as the moon above. She tilted her head back slightly and turned in a small circle, looking around in search of the source of the magic.. or perhaps of the ominous feeling which shrouded the area. After performing this action, she came to a stop looking up at the citadel before her, and spoke, her voice quiet but firm, that of a woman used to getting responses when she talked.
"I come seeking the master of this castle."
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Leviath Bahat
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Post by Leviath Bahat on Jun 16, 2016 19:06:24 GMT -8
Celaena's gaze would soon rest upon a man who had not been there before, yet now stood clearly under the wall of a decrepit tower. He was extremely slender and tall, with a shaved head featuring a mere millimetre of hair, if that. His eyes were ice blue and cold, while a thick horseshoe moustache adorned an otherwise shaven face that hung below his chin and across the collar of his high-class tunic of red and grey.
"The master has ordered that you be allowed to enter," the man told her in an accent thick and of the north; yet also very old. "For he is curious as to why a woman like you would come to this place alone and without fear. Right now I am his messenger, his instructions being to judge you as you explain your presence and the reason for your journey to the master's home. Based on that your answer, I shall arbiter whether to take you further in."
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Celaena
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Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 23
Physical Description: A woman of average height, Celaena is pale and slender, although she possesses a woman's curves. Her hair is long and thick, and black as night, falling to her hips. She has wide eyes that make her look innocent, and while they're technically hazel, they most often appear to be a shining burnished gold color.
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Clothes and Equipment: The daughter of a formerly noble house that has fallen into misfortune, Celaena still holds on to her finery, usually seen wearing dresses of fine fabric and excellent make in dark colors. She carries no weapons and bears only two items of jewelry, a white gold signet ring worn in the index finger of her left hand, and a white gold locket worn around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 15, 2016 23:45:53 GMT -8
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Post by Celaena on Jun 16, 2016 23:25:36 GMT -8
To her credit, Celaena didn't startle when her gaze landed upon the man who seemed to appear out of nowhere; her only reaction was a slight narrowing of the eyes upon him. At his words, her chin raised instinctively in a nearly defiant gesture, or perhaps it was a haughty one, and her hands folded at her waist. She remained silent for the duration of his explanation, and then for several moments after, as she seemed to be pondering how best to explain herself. The feelings were there - it was putting those emotions into words that was.. difficult. Finally, she settled for the truth. She had a feeling this man woudl be able to sense if she was lying.
"I am Celaena Branwein, of House Branwein. I have long felt drawn to the darkness in the north, and I have come to offer myself. I have heard only rumors of the master who dwells here in the dark, but I wish to join his people. I feel it is my destiny. I have nothing to give but myself, but I offer it freely."
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Leviath Bahat
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Post by Leviath Bahat on Jun 17, 2016 6:57:09 GMT -8
The man listened to her without a single change of expression, which then continued after she had finished speaking while he considered her words in his mind. Eventually he gave a slow nod, then raised his arm and turned his body to the side to gesture towards one of the side doors leading into one of the many buildings besides him.
"Then let us go," he told her as the door opened in silence, revealing the dark yet finely decorated interior within. He turned, then entered this door himself and made his way down the first corridor towards the end; the door would shut behind Celaena as she entered, at which point the hallway would be lit by wall-mounted candles.
It was here that she would finally see the residents of the citadel. Partially and fully opened doors lined both sides of the hall, which she could look into to reveal strange and perhaps terrifying sights. Some rooms were dining halls, where strange men and women dined on red and flesh, while others were bedrooms where people made passionate love without caring who saw or heard them; others still led into dungeons, where strange beasts were chained against walls and tortured for someone's amusement. However it would not be until they reached the staircase at the end that Celaena might notice what was wrong with it... The architecture and layout of the inside did not match the outside.
How could those rooms lead into large dining halls, bedrooms and dungeons when on the outside there had certainly not been enough room to accommodate them? In fact, how could there be upwards leading stairs at the end when it was a single storey building not connected to any of the main castles or spires?
The only explanation she would find is that architecture could not possibly work there... That somehow those doors were leading into areas that the strange attendant wanted her to see, rather than what might actually be there; if anything at all.
He climbed three sets of stairs, with each climb leading off into another corridor before twisting back around to continue upwards. When finally they reached the top, a pair of blackened wooden doors were pushed open to reveal an extremely large and empty hall, where moonlight basked the ground from the many catherine and rayonnant windows and the cool night wind blew inwards the transparent silk that covered them. The room appeared entirely empty and almost unused, for a layer of dust covered the floor disturbed only by the footprints that led towards the room's centrepiece: a large, raised throne at the end.
Stone pillars held up the high ceiling, where a shrouding darkness hid the original design... Instead this blackness moved and warped, making looking upwards an uncomfortable and concerning experience. "Do not be afraid," the man told her, not stepping inside himself. "It will not devour you. Instead, walk forwards into the room and pay homage to your new master."
A sudden, strange wind that blew violently up the stairs would push her inside and slam the doors behind her. Yet this wind did not knock her body or make her lose balance, instead her feet would glide across the floor as though oiled in a manner that would barely make her heart skip a beat. Only the doors slamming shut were loud and violent, leaving her stranded there alone and in lit only by the moon. If she tried to turn and open the doors again, she would find that she couldn't no matter how much strength she used.
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Celaena
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Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 23
Physical Description: A woman of average height, Celaena is pale and slender, although she possesses a woman's curves. Her hair is long and thick, and black as night, falling to her hips. She has wide eyes that make her look innocent, and while they're technically hazel, they most often appear to be a shining burnished gold color.
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Clothes and Equipment: The daughter of a formerly noble house that has fallen into misfortune, Celaena still holds on to her finery, usually seen wearing dresses of fine fabric and excellent make in dark colors. She carries no weapons and bears only two items of jewelry, a white gold signet ring worn in the index finger of her left hand, and a white gold locket worn around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
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Post by Celaena on Jun 17, 2016 11:51:13 GMT -8
There was once again no change in her expression, only a slight incline of the head to both acknowledge that she heard and understood, and that she accepted she had passed the test, for now. Moving into the building, Celaena's gaze flicked curiously here and there, absorbing the sights, and as they walked, her head turned to let her gaze into those rooms they passed. None of it appeared to disturb her - in fact, the sight of men and women dining and making love seemed to spark the first sign of life within her, causing the faintest tinge of pink to permeate her cheeks and filling her eyes with a spark of excitement. She remained silent as she followed the mustachioed man up the stairs and into the room that was, apparently, their final destination.
The writhing darkness above received a brief, fascinated glance, and then her gaze fell to the throne. Her heart began pounding violently in her chest, and there was the slightest hint of awe about her face as Celaena moved forward, preparing to take the final step into that room, only to find herself pushed that last distance by a strong wind. Stumbling into the room, she stiffened, then reminded herself she had chosen this.. she had chosen to pursue her destiny rather than ignore it and remain in the world of the living, unfulfilled and empty inside. Her hand rose to the clasp of her cloak, unfastening the pin there and letting it slide from her shoulders to land in a heap on the floor. Uncaring of the chill that began to slowly seep through her dress, she approached the throne with calm, measured steps, and once she reached the dais upon which the throne sat, she sank into a curtsy so deep, her knees nearly touched the floor, her hair spilling around her in a silken curtain of inky darkness as she lowered her head. She swallowed thickly, uncertain whether or not she should speak, as she stared at the floor before her.
"My master.. I live to serve."
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Leviath Bahat
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Roleplay posts: 67
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Post by Leviath Bahat on Jun 19, 2016 8:10:56 GMT -8
Outside the great hall where Leviath sat, men and women of various immoral and unholy afflictions would press their ears up against the door to try and listen what was happening inside. Though they couldn't pick up much through the thick double doors, that which they could caused giggles and chortles to fill the corridor beyond as Celaena's initiation ceremony progressed. Many hours would pass, yet not once did they leave to go and fulfil their own needs for hunger or entertainment; utterly amused by the sounds of what their master was doing to the newest addition to their hive.
Finally it was done, at which point Leviath removed himself from Celaena's throat and sat back in his throne with a satisfied sigh while trickles of red ran down his chin. "Now you are one of us," he told her. "Or will be.. Soon."
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Celaena
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Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 23
Physical Description: A woman of average height, Celaena is pale and slender, although she possesses a woman's curves. Her hair is long and thick, and black as night, falling to her hips. She has wide eyes that make her look innocent, and while they're technically hazel, they most often appear to be a shining burnished gold color.
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Clothes and Equipment: The daughter of a formerly noble house that has fallen into misfortune, Celaena still holds on to her finery, usually seen wearing dresses of fine fabric and excellent make in dark colors. She carries no weapons and bears only two items of jewelry, a white gold signet ring worn in the index finger of her left hand, and a white gold locket worn around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
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Post by Celaena on Jun 19, 2016 10:21:31 GMT -8
Celaena looked flushed, dazed, and highly pleased as Leviath drew away from her throat, and her golden eyes dropped to the red adorning his lips and chin. One hand rose from its place at her side, moving with the air of one in a dream, to touch her throat, where the pleasure-pain of his fangs within her flesh had originated. When her hand pulled away, she looked down at the blood upon her fingertips. There was no fear, no dismay, no negative emotion at the sight - simply a sort of.. fascination. Idly, she licked the substance from her skin, then let her hand fall once more as her eyes returned to their place upon his face, so darkly handsome in its paleness. A smile formed upon her lips, and she inclined her head in a nod of understanding and acceptance.
"I am honored that you have accepted me, my Master.. I look forward to truly becoming one of you." The sincerity in her voice left no doubt as to the truth and veracity of that statement. She had been dreaming of finally finding her place in the world for all of the two decades of her life. And she had at last achieved her dream. Gracefully sinking to her knees before the throne, she clasped her hands and gazed adoringly up at Leviath. "How may I serve you now, my Master?"
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Leviath Bahat
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Post by Leviath Bahat on Jun 23, 2016 16:41:07 GMT -8
Leviath slowly rose from his throne in front of her, as a shrouding cloak of dark smoke fell from his shoulders and passed out over the ground to cover the floor around his feet in a mist. "As my new servant and loving bride, I shall gift upon you the everlasting undeath and the power of the revenant," he told her, looking down and lowering himself just a little so that he could place his hands upon her shoulders. After that, he bid her to rise and stand as straight and as level as she could while the handle of a small, sharp dagger was slipped into her preferred hand. Using his own, he curled her fingers around the knife into a grip and then looked into her eyes with a seductive smile.
"Take this blade, then use it's edge to to slice the side of my throat. Then, you must drink from my blood until you can drink no more."
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Celaena
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Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 23
Physical Description: A woman of average height, Celaena is pale and slender, although she possesses a woman's curves. Her hair is long and thick, and black as night, falling to her hips. She has wide eyes that make her look innocent, and while they're technically hazel, they most often appear to be a shining burnished gold color.
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Clothes and Equipment: The daughter of a formerly noble house that has fallen into misfortune, Celaena still holds on to her finery, usually seen wearing dresses of fine fabric and excellent make in dark colors. She carries no weapons and bears only two items of jewelry, a white gold signet ring worn in the index finger of her left hand, and a white gold locket worn around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
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Post by Celaena on Jun 23, 2016 18:53:10 GMT -8
Those shining eyes rounded in amazement as Leviath shared what he intended to do to her next, and it was in that same dreamlike manner that Celaena rose to her feet at his encouragement. The sudden presence of a dagger within her right hand surprised her, and she looked down at it, before her gaze rose once more to his own. She must cut him? And drink of his blood? The thought of harming her Master, her beloved, was appalling to her.. but she had sworn to do as commanded, no matter how distasteful. "As you command.. my Master." Her shaking hand rose and the tip of the blade pressed to his throat as she licked her lips, and then she slid the sharp edge along his skin.
Once that line of dark fluid welled visibly, she moved the dagger aside and rose up on her toes as her free hand came to rest on his other shoulder, allowing her to balance herself while her lips parted. Her tongue swept along that wound, and as the taste of his blood slammed into her, she breathed a moan. Her lips then sealed to the injury and she began to drink from him, her eyes closed while euphoria overcame her senses. She had no idea how long it was that she sucked, pulling the blessed gift of his undeath's blood from his neck, but finally she could take no more. She staggered back from him and nearly fell to the floor, only barely stabilizing herself and looking at him as she panted harsh, gasping breaths, and licked the few stray droplets of vitae from her lips. She stared at him, still and apprehensive, wondering what would happen to her now. Would there be pain? What would she feel? Would he leave her to suffer through it alone? She held her breath, and waited.
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Leviath Bahat
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Post by Leviath Bahat on Jun 24, 2016 14:12:28 GMT -8
Leviath watched her and held her as she drank from his throat, his form standing straight and proud with not even a flinch to be found in his muscles as though he was so used to such a pain and sensation that even his subconscious no longer considered it worthy of attention.
When the woman finally stumbled backwards and threatened to fall, Leviath's head was tilted away from his open wound that began to seal itself shut before her eyes. "Your transformation begins now. The gift of my blood will soon take hold as it merges with your own; you shall evolve, transcending life as you become more than what you could ever imagine you would be," he explained, waiting and watching as a slight weakness would inevitably come over her. "I do not know how long it will take for you to become one of us... The longest I have known the process to take is four days, yet some take as little as half of one."
The room seemed to grow darker as a shroud passed over the windows and blocked out the moonlight, though strangely her eyes would well-adjust to this new lack of light quite quickly. "You will stay here until it is complete, in the safety of this hall."
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Celaena
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Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 23
Physical Description: A woman of average height, Celaena is pale and slender, although she possesses a woman's curves. Her hair is long and thick, and black as night, falling to her hips. She has wide eyes that make her look innocent, and while they're technically hazel, they most often appear to be a shining burnished gold color.
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Clothes and Equipment: The daughter of a formerly noble house that has fallen into misfortune, Celaena still holds on to her finery, usually seen wearing dresses of fine fabric and excellent make in dark colors. She carries no weapons and bears only two items of jewelry, a white gold signet ring worn in the index finger of her left hand, and a white gold locket worn around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
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Post by Celaena on Jun 24, 2016 14:55:30 GMT -8
"Thank you.. Master." The words came out somewhat breathlessly as her legs trembled, and she sank slowly to the floor. It seemed to her that the room was spinning in a most unpleasant manner, and her hands pressed to the stone on either side of her body as she struggled not to fall over. It wasn't long before she couldn't remain upright any longer, and she slumped weakly onto the floor, her hair fanning out around her while she stared muzzily up at the ceiling so far overhead. And then her eyes closed.
Celaena had no idea how long she laid there, lost in the throes of a nightmare so sweet that she never wanted to wake from it, even as her body was wracked with pain. She twisted and writhed as her humanity was lost to darkness, her muscles spasming and her bones cracking, her screams resonating throughout the room. But wake she finally did. Unbeknownst to her, two days had passed.. and when she surfaced from the depths of transformation, the world had changed. The night was no longer a barrier to her gaze, and she could hear.. everything. The cold stone below her wandering fingers seemed filled with countless tiny patterns, and yet she felt no chill. Blinking slowly as her mind shook off the lingering traces of confusion, she sat up and looked around, taking everything in as though for the first time.
"Master..?" Her voice sounded strange to her ears, layered with music and tones she'd never before perceived, and she gasped, amazed by the complexity of it. Everything was different.. it was all so overwhelming, and yet she felt more alive than she ever had before. Amusing, given she could tell that her heart no longer beat, and her lungs no longer craved the air around her. Testing out the newness of her limbs, she found her feet slowly, and shivered at the sensation of the innumerable fibers of her dress brushing against her skin. Everything was so intense, so new, so... Words escaped her. She was frightened, but fascinated, and uncertain as to what to do with herself.
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Leviath Bahat
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Post by Leviath Bahat on Jun 26, 2016 19:17:08 GMT -8
Leviath did not leave her, for as her sire he was filled with a morbid curiosity that left him watching over her body as the transformation of revenantism took her. Would she survive? How powerful would she be? He had told her nothing of the risks, yet barely touched upon the possible rewards. Her body was changing before her very eyes, yet her sweet nightmares that echoed out over the pain were enhanced shamelessly by him as he lay with her and took her on the floor.
Two days later, when her transformation was complete, she would rise to find the pale-haired man sat upon the throne and watching her with pride. "So you are now truly one of us," he applauded, slowly standing to meet her. "Truly one with our gift and our curse. You feel it all ready, do you not? How strong you are, how fast you are? How much everything feels so more vibrant... How each part of your body is now so... Fresh again, so new. When I first became what I am, when I became the first of our kind, there were two overwhelming desires that I could not escape: the desire to test myself and the desire to satisfy my hunger."
He swept past her suddenly like the wind, his body so fast that even her new eyes would struggle to see him as the air of his movement blew her dress aside and killed the flame of the nearest lit candle. "Follow me," he told her, as the doors to the great hall opened.
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Celaena
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Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 23
Physical Description: A woman of average height, Celaena is pale and slender, although she possesses a woman's curves. Her hair is long and thick, and black as night, falling to her hips. She has wide eyes that make her look innocent, and while they're technically hazel, they most often appear to be a shining burnished gold color.
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Clothes and Equipment: The daughter of a formerly noble house that has fallen into misfortune, Celaena still holds on to her finery, usually seen wearing dresses of fine fabric and excellent make in dark colors. She carries no weapons and bears only two items of jewelry, a white gold signet ring worn in the index finger of her left hand, and a white gold locket worn around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
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Post by Celaena on Jun 26, 2016 20:00:20 GMT -8
Ah, his voice! It was like the sweetest of music, and drew her gaze to him where he sat upon his throne. Those eyes roved across him as though she were seeing the most beautiful work of art ever created, and had she the need to breathe, she felt certain he would've stolen the breath from her lungs. When he moved toward her, she couldn't help but smile, and that was when she felt the sharpness of her teeth against her lower lip. She raised a hand, touching her fingertips to those elongated canines. So, she truly was one of his kind, now. She felt a thrill of satisfaction. She was.. whole, at last. She had a place to belong, and someone to belong to. It was all she could've ever wanted and more.
His body blurring past her own ignited a surge of delight within her, and then a soft laugh tumbled from her lips as she darted after him. The force, the speed, within her body.. it was astounding. She couldn't believe this was her body at all! "Master.. I have never felt so alive." Her voice was awed, and it matched her expression.
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Leviath Bahat
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Post by Leviath Bahat on Jun 29, 2016 19:54:54 GMT -8
The Revenant Lord did not react to her awed words, instead he cast open the doors to the hall to reveal a second door directly behind them and part of a wall and hanging painting on view either side. Letting out a satisfied smile, he placed his hand upon this second doorway and pushed it through into a dark room of cold, stone brick and blood-stained canals that were carved into the ground and led to drains.
Against the walls, chains were clasped around the hands and legs of living humans; the fresh smell of beating blood filling the room to their Revenant senses, which served only to tease and whet the appetite.
"These are the cattle," he told her, as he led her into the room and waved a hand as though introducing them. There were five men and five women, all utterly nude and all different shapes and sizes, ages and stages of consciousness; yet they looked physically healthy and suitably filling. They were well looked after by all accounts, or well fed at the very least.
"I had them chained up for you," he told Celaena, moving behind her and brushing his hands down her neck and across to rest on her shoulders. "So that you might have your first feeding in peace. There are many specimens here to choose from, depending entirely on how you see our desire to feed. Some Revenants see them merely as meat, steak to be chewed without second thought - others see the act of drinking an intimate and sexual experience, reserved only for a certain type of the living. Tonight is the night that you find out what feeding means to you. Go to them, taste which ones you find fanciful and ignore or kill those you don't. I care not for their fates, for this is your meal."
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Celaena
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Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 23
Physical Description: A woman of average height, Celaena is pale and slender, although she possesses a woman's curves. Her hair is long and thick, and black as night, falling to her hips. She has wide eyes that make her look innocent, and while they're technically hazel, they most often appear to be a shining burnished gold color.
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Clothes and Equipment: The daughter of a formerly noble house that has fallen into misfortune, Celaena still holds on to her finery, usually seen wearing dresses of fine fabric and excellent make in dark colors. She carries no weapons and bears only two items of jewelry, a white gold signet ring worn in the index finger of her left hand, and a white gold locket worn around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 15, 2016 23:45:53 GMT -8
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Post by Celaena on Jun 29, 2016 20:16:18 GMT -8
She could smell.. something. Something delicious. What was that? Her curiosity piqued, Celaena followed Leviath into the room and came to a stunned halt. It hadn't occurred to her what Revenants ate. But she knew without a doubt that the blood pulsing through the veins of these people, strung up on display, would be the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted. Unconsciously licking her lips as she eyed them, she turned her head to look up at Leviath as he spoke, her golden eyes fixing upon his unnaturally handsome face while she listened to his words. Then she looked back at the cattle. So many options... But where to start? She strolled through the room, looking from side to side, examining the offerings dangling by chains. One at the end called to her, a woman. She was plump, blonde, her skin pale and her body shapely. She looked like a woman of luxury.
Drawn to this female, Celaena circled her, a hand trailing across the flesh of her backside and then up and over her exposed bosom as she came to the front again. Sliding her hand upward, she pushed the woman's loose her back from her throat and tilted her head away. Leaning in, her lips parted, and her tongue traced a path over the female's clavicle, up to her throat. She could feel the pulse beating beneath her lips, just there.. and it was the easiest thing in the world to sink her fangs in. The sound, the feel, of elongated canines puncturing flesh was followed by the sweet taste of blood spilling onto her tongue. A moan was heard, muffled by her mouth fastened onto the woman's neck, and Celaena drank.
She didn't know how long she stood there, pulling on the blood that spilled forth, but finally she stopped and drew away, the hunger she hadn't even known was there sated at last. She absently wiped stray droplets of blood from the corners of her mouth, then licked her fingers clean as she turned to look at Leviath. A smile appearing on her lips, she crossed back over to where her Master and husband stood, feeling pleasantly full and oddly warm. Or perhaps not so oddly, given she had just gorged herself on fresh human blood, still being pumped from a beating heart. Everything was hazy, somehow, as though she were wrapped in a fluffy cloud, and movements that had already been graceful in life were made even more so in undeath as she danced across the floor to her beloved with a dreamy expression on her face.
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Leviath Bahat
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Roleplay posts: 67
Registered: Apr 4, 2015 17:54:27 GMT -8
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Post by Leviath Bahat on Jul 1, 2016 19:05:40 GMT -8
Leviath watched, intrigued and excited at the prospect of his new companion taking her first drink of fresh blood straight from the body of a living mortal. As always, the smell and the taste were sweet to him like a metallic sugar, yet he had been on that particular diet for so long that a lack of control was no longer something he possessed.
As Celaena pulled away from the woman and moved gracefully back towards him, Leviath encased her with his arms and wrapped them around her sides and her waists with pride in his face. "She is not quite dead yet.. Impressive. Most kill outright on their first feed, for they do not have the self control to leave life in their victims. Though... From the look of her, she will not live long," he explained as his gaze passed to Celaena's victim and the state of haze she was most likely left in.
"Do you plan to finish her off? And what of these others? I will not stop you from overfeeding, though it would be wise for me to warn you of the dangers of it. Some of our kind are unable to resist the temptation; like an addict of medicine, they seek blood whenever, wherever and as often as possible. They lose their mind and become little better than animals."
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Celaena
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 23
Physical Description: A woman of average height, Celaena is pale and slender, although she possesses a woman's curves. Her hair is long and thick, and black as night, falling to her hips. She has wide eyes that make her look innocent, and while they're technically hazel, they most often appear to be a shining burnished gold color.
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Clothes and Equipment: The daughter of a formerly noble house that has fallen into misfortune, Celaena still holds on to her finery, usually seen wearing dresses of fine fabric and excellent make in dark colors. She carries no weapons and bears only two items of jewelry, a white gold signet ring worn in the index finger of her left hand, and a white gold locket worn around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Jun 15, 2016 23:45:53 GMT -8
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Post by Celaena on Jul 1, 2016 20:59:41 GMT -8
Being taken into his arms, Celaena smiled up at Leviath, placing her hands on his chest. She could feel the strength in him even through his clothing, although the fibers in said attire were felt individually, to the point where it almost distracted her from his words. Which was a problem, considering the haze around her mind was already making it difficult to focus and listen to him. She blinked languidly, despite it being entirely unnecessary, and then tilted her head slightly to one side in a curious gesture.
"I feel no need to feed more.. I feel almost as though.. if I did so, it would be a waste. Like I could not feel any more amazing than I do in this moment. I have never felt so filled as I do now. A human lifetime of fine meals has never been this satisfying." Her gaze drifted over the humans strung about. She felt little desire to kill them. Was something wrong with her? She decided to voice this thought, sounding slightly puzzled.
"Someone else can savor them. I see no need to kill perfectly good meat. Although I may end the one I drank from, since she is useless now." Pulling out of Leviath's embrace, she meandered back over to the woman that was strung up, blood oozing lethargically out of the holes in her neck where Celaena had fed from her. Eyeing the dying woman thoughtfully, she reached out and wrapped her hand around the exposed neck, squeezing experimentally. But she was unaccustomed to her own strength, and the trachea crumpled under her grasp. The woman began to choke and gag, now drowning in what was left of her own blood, and Celaena squeezed harder. There was a loud crack-pop, and the female jerked and went still as her spine was snapped. Celaena stepped back, looking unimpressed, then turned and strolled back over to Leviath.
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