Lord Mykola Volkh
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Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Jan 5, 2018 18:37:10 GMT -8
Far from civilization, exists a castle, several stories tall tucked deep into the mountains. The gray stone face is covered in lichen and vines that creep up along it. It has no walls, although the footprint is sprawling, accented with narrow, slatted windows fastened with heavy oaken shutters. Camping anywhere they can inhabit, grotesques squat, their twisted, ugly faces snarling at the world beyond, as if trying to keep it at bay. No, for it was no monsters they sought to keep out, but people. Humans who might innocently wander into this seemingly abandoned structure. For deep within through the veins of its hallways, the pooling red blood of its carpet, lurked the beating heart. The Lord Volkh himself. The only living souls that dared venture into the building were two dire wolves and a slew of verminous rodents. Rats lurked where they could, bats similarly clinging to any available surface in some of the lower rooms. Yet the castle had rooms to spare. A vampire dwelled in these walls, though few knew it, and even fewer were willing to visit such a remote destination. Indeed, not only was the castle deadly to the uninitiated, it was remote. Several days, perhaps even a week through treacherous terrain was what it took to arrive and it would be unlikely indeed for anyone to stumble upon it. Even so, stranger things had happened. Indeed, it seemed flight would be the most efficient way to reach it, and it was no wonder how the Lord left it. The Castle has many, many traps. Some obvious, others less so, and the guardians that roamed within made it a dangerous prospect indeed to seek it out. But if one were brave or foolhardy enough, perhaps once could meet face-to-face with the Lord Volkh. (Click for Music, Courtesy of Bucky)
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Natasa Waltine
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Jan 6, 2018 13:49:32 GMT -8
One small body, driven neither by bravery or foolishness, decided that it would make it up to that castle.
Dressed in little more than a heavy cloak, they walked, and walked, and walked for hours on end, never stopping until nightfall, where they would collapse in a heap until sunrise. By all means, they should have perished.
Still, they pushed on.
Days passed until the tiny stranger reached the entrance of the castle, steps uneven, body wavering as though from a night of drinking. Though they were brought to their knees at the front, the fatigue brought them down for just a moment. Soon, they were stumbling into the castle, oblivious to the dangers around them.
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Jan 6, 2018 14:57:43 GMT -8
The interior of the castle was cool. Unnaturally so, although such a thing might be a relief to one who had walked so far. The polished, smooth marble stone beneath her knees was cool to the touch and smooth, stretching out for the entire entryway. Sunlight poured into the building, illuminating several swirling galaxies of dust. Cobwebs draped like gossamer shrouds over every piece of furniture, be it upholstered leather chairs made of fine oak, or towering candelabras made from blackened iron.
One might notice any of that first...or perhaps they might notice the silence. So silent as it let one hear their own heartbeat. An unnerving lack of sound that seemed to absorb merriment or even one's thoughts. The illusion was shattered, however, as the doors swung inwards, seemingly on their own and closed with a cacophonous thud. Darkness enveloped the room. So absolute as to hide what even could be before a normal human's eyes. Alone in the dark of Castle Volkh the doors sealed themselves.
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Natasa Waltine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 19:09:24 GMT -8
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Jan 6, 2018 16:24:16 GMT -8
The figure was all but too weary to jump as the doors closed, whipping around only to darkness. Their raspy breathing was the only thing audible within the room. The hood dropped from the small stranger's head, revealing someone who was not expected to of made it up the mountain.
She was scarcely more than a girl, though she wasn't yet a woman. So thin from days of walking and little to eat, her figure betrayed her age, as did the roundness of her face. Even as young as she seemed, the traveler was rough: she was filthy head to toe, and when the cloak parted at the front, a plethora of scratches adorning her legs and arms were apparent. She wore only a blouse on her person, which was ripped and tattered. Atop her head, right above her temples, were two bulbous, inflamed bumps that seemed to be growing by the second.
This was the one who had trekked up the mountain, risking life and limb, to get to the castle.
"Who... who's there!?" she croaked, voice hoarse from the dry air. It quivered, as did her tiny, frail body. She put a hand atop the dagger at her hip.
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Jan 6, 2018 16:50:26 GMT -8
The only answer Natasa Waltine got was the sound of her own echo. The darkness seemed suffocating, like a thousand blankets smothering one in a eerily cold embrace. For a moment it seemed as if the castle might consume her. As if it were a living being, an entity that preyed upon foolish travelers. Then a voice: Smooth and cold as the marble she stood upon. "Draw your weapon in my Castle, and you will see what becomes of those with the desire to battle." it spoke "I bid you restrain yourself." it was difficult to tell where, in the darkness, the voice may have originated. It could have been right behind her, having slammed the door. Or perhaps it was before her? Peering down upon her? Then, right as her ear: "I will give you one chance. I suggest you take it." the door rumbled, creaking on its hinged as it opened one just a crack. Enough for a slip of a girl to escape. Even with the smallest sliver of light it provided the source of the voice had yet to be illuminated however, looking closely one might make out the fainest shadow of a figure in the darkness, far from the sunlight. "Leave here, and do not seek to return."
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Natasa Waltine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Jan 6, 2018 17:19:35 GMT -8
The young girl felt all the hairs rise on the back of her neck when the voice spoke so close to her. Though her hand dropped from the weapon, though every cell in her body screamed to run, her feet felt as though they were glued to the ground. Her breathing quickened at such a pace that the dry air set her lungs on fire. She saw the door. She saw the way out. She saw a chance. Run, r-
Pain oozed from her forehead, causing her to inhale sharply. Visions danced behind her eyes. No, no-
"No," she hissed. Even though her whole body shuddered with pain and sheer terror alone put a lump in her throat, causing her to sob and wet her face with tears and snot, even though she felt death was certain in this moment, somewhere, somehow, she found the will to whip around to face the voice. "I need your help!" she cried, using all the strength she had left to push the words through her mouth into the crisp air. "I won't... won't l-leave until I get it!"
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Jan 6, 2018 17:34:47 GMT -8
As she turned to face the darkened figure it was silent in the face of her protests. Between them was silence and as she stared at it it began its approach, stopping just shy of a foot from her.
BOOM
Darkness enveloped them once again. The sliver of light and her only hope of escape had been shut out once more by the door, and the two of them were left in complete isolation. She had given up her chance at escape it had seemed, and the figure loomed menacingly above her. Then, one by one, flames flickered to life atop the partially-melted candles of the candelabras and a chandelier above. One by one they ignited seemingly on their own as they revealed whom she spoke to.
"You're so certain of your cause, young one, but do you have the courage to stay your course?" The man whom the candlelight revealed stood with a glass of wine in-hand, although it was thicker, more viscous than any red poured from a bottle. "I have given you the kindness of escape yet you remain." he continued, the sudden current of cold air clearing some of the dust from the marble floor, revealing a dimly-lit reflection of her- and a floating glass of wine that seemed to swirl itself in the air.
"So what do you believe you need my help for?"
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Natasa Waltine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 19:09:24 GMT -8
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Jan 7, 2018 11:00:41 GMT -8
Ice encased the girl's bones as she found herself staring the man in the face. She felt her breath catch, felt her sobbing pause. Her lips were agape at the massive shadow before her, making her knees quiver. The blood drained from her cheeks, but she didn't look away. Something was drawing her into those eyes, almost as much as it was telling her to run.
"I need your... your help, because..." Her hand tightened on the shoulder of her cloak, and her expression became determined. She threw the cloth away from her, turning her back to him as she did. "I believe this is your handiwork."
The back of her shirt had been ripped away almost entirely, and upon her bare skin, between the second and third rib, there was a groove deep enough to reach her heart and thin enough to slip a blade between. The wound glowed gently, deep and blue in color, with flames licking the edges of her skin and blackening it. Cracks spiraled across her back from the injury, only growing with time.
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Jan 7, 2018 11:18:22 GMT -8
At first it seemed the girl might be too paralyzed to answer him. A pity. Yet, something inside her sparked; courage? Or desperation? She whipped off her cloak, turning away from him to reveal... The Lord's eyes narrow at the sight of her wound. Black and soulless, they took in every detail. This wound...the idea that such a thing was impossible danced in his mind for a moment, but he brushed it away like cobwebs. The word "Impossible" had died when he did. No, this was certainly his doing. To think, his former apprentice would have the gall to get back up after he himself put him down.
"You seem to be laboring under the impression that this is my concern." the voice, as devoid of compassion as his castle was of warmth. "You have come further than most and, I suspect, survived more than most. That may warrant...consideration. If you come to be in search of retribution you are welcome to try, but if you are here for my aid, perhaps you could have saved yourself the trouble. Or perhaps you've merely come to offer your failing body? A young woman with such a curse must have a rather curious flavor."
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Natasa Waltine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 19:09:24 GMT -8
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Jan 7, 2018 12:08:28 GMT -8
The girl turned very, very slowly to look up at him, her eyes large and wide, like a young kitten in the face of a starving dog. She mouthed her protests softly, hands grasping her arms, seeking false comfort in herself. She backed away from him, shaking her head.
"No, that's not... I came all this way, I..." She squeezed her eyes tightly, spittle flying through her gritted teeth as she hissed. Cracks spiraled over her shoulder from the wound, dancing up her neck. "Everyone is dead now. Even if I left..."
A cry like a wounded animal left her lips. One of the lumps on her forehead split the skin, splattering blood onto the ground as it released a pointed horn to curl about her head. The flames grew up her neck, into her throat, distorting her voice into something too demonic for the little girl to conjure herself, a voice that was all too familiar to the man before her.
"I did not come here for that answer!" she cried, retrieving the steps she had taken away from the living shadow of a man before her. No fear and no desperation leaked from the girl now, only anger! "There are many more of me that he left behind and there will be more yet. Every day I hear his whispers grow louder in my mind and they will ravish everything until there is nothing left." Her hand reached out to grab his lapels, flames consuming her arm, magic fueling her with a strength she did not have herself.
"I need the strength to right this wrong. If you won't help me..."
All at once, the flames perished, leaving only a terrified girl, hopeless, but determined still. "Then I will die, either by your hands, or his."
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Jan 7, 2018 12:53:15 GMT -8
There, writhing before him, the twisted soul of a young girl struggled against the demonic taint that ran through her body like fire. His eyes were drawn to the blood that splattered across the marble floor, pooling there wasted. Then she was upon him. He did not shy from her attempt to grab him, though she found that he barely budged, despite the air filling with the acrid smell of burnt velvet. He stared down upon her, his eyes like blackened glass as she episode passed, and she began to regain what little sense of mortality she had claim to.
"That corpse is no more my apprentice, as I am its master." for a moment he was silent and it seemed if that would be that. That he would cast her out or feast on her right there. "If you seek to obligate me with its actions I will tell you just this: I already killed him. Now it is humanity's turn to do it again." Then, his hand lifted, cupping the side of her face and travelling to the nape of her neck to grip not tightly, but firmly.
"However...I suppose it would be remiss for me to send such a tender young guest out to become the very monster he's become. I feel no guilt for your current state, nor responsibility for his. I do, however, see opportunity for the both of us. I'm in need of a mortal. These long-bottled "vintages" are hardly as fulfilling as warm, fresh blood. Perhaps in serving me, you will find what training you seek."
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Natasa Waltine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Jan 7, 2018 13:06:57 GMT -8
She felt her skin crawl where he touched it. Do not move, she told herself. You committed to this since you started climbing this mountain.
"Then... so be it."
There is no turning back now.
"I am yours."
But one day you will burn at my feet, as will your wretched servant.
Her thoughts gave her the courage to keep the monster's gaze and stand before him, foolishly, bravely, and with the fuel of rage behind it all. She would learn from him, grow stronger, and soon all that would haunt her would die.
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Jan 7, 2018 14:24:12 GMT -8
Accepting the deal placed before her was no mere exchanging of words. It was her life. Her very well being was presented to him. If she fled no doubt she would perish out there in the mountains or, worse yet, succumb to the infection that threatened to steal her last shreds of humanity. Staying with him, however, was no sure cure to the affliction that ailed her. Even now the cold closed in, the gentle breeze that had dusted over the floor bringing an unprecedented chill as he leaned in closer, holding the nape of her neck.
Nearing her exposed, tender throat his lips parted, revealing wickedly long incisors. The room around them stilled. The current of air halted, leaving nothing but the hollow cold and overwhelming silence that had existed when she'd first entered. The sound of her heart pounded in his ears, his mind. It drove him mad as it echoed in his silent chest.
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Natasa Waltine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 19:09:24 GMT -8
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Jan 7, 2018 14:41:53 GMT -8
The girl's hands clenched when his maw reached her throat. She turned her eyes toward the ceiling and tried to steel herself for the pain. Trembling, she closed her eyes, tried to force the sound of her own heart out of her mind. The frigid air coming from the beast before her stiffened her body.
It's going to be over soon, it's going to be over soon, she repeated to herself.
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Jan 7, 2018 14:53:27 GMT -8
Then, all at once, the presence was gone. Lord Volkh released her, standing once more to his full height without so much as a nibble.
"My, you certainly are...interesting." he told her, and for just a moment he sounded almost entertained. Stepping away from her he picked up a candelabra that had sat collecting dust on a tarnished oaken table for decades. Picking off a few stray cobwebs he began walking to the far door deeper into the castle. "I will see what food I have left from the days that mortals dwelled here. You would be best suited to start your work in the entryway, girl. "Once you are fed enough to work, I expect this place to be thoroughly cleaned."
Reaching out he put a hand on the door, pushing it open to reveal darkness although small candles began to ignite themselves, revealing a long hallway within.
"I have rules about staying here. During the night we will begin your studies, and during the day you are expected to clean and suit my needs. Are we understood? You shall have your own room."
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Natasa Waltine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 19:09:24 GMT -8
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Jan 7, 2018 15:09:52 GMT -8
That was the feather that broke the camel's back. All the exhaustion, the hunger, confusion, and fear, it hit her all at once. She swooned in place, brow furrowed.
"What?" she whispered, right before blacking out completely.
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Lord Mykola Volkh
Committed
Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Jan 7, 2018 16:32:41 GMT -8
Well, he tended to have that affect on women. Before she'd fallen far he was suddenly beside her, catching her as if she were weightless. Stooping slightly he placed a hand at the crook of her knees, picking her up effortlessly. Well, it seemed introductions would have to wait. Turning to leave, he hesitated at the sight of the blood spatter on the ground. The results of her transformation. Then, tearing his eyes away he stepped through the doorway to the hallway.
However long it took her to rejoin them in the land of the living (Or as close as they came), she would awaken to a dimly lit room. A large bed with plush, crimson bedding, oaken bedposts looking like onyx obelisks that speared upwards into the air to suspend a delicate gossamer black silk that draped over the canopy down to the thick, dusty carpeting. In a vase nearby sat several roses, freshly picked. It was impossible to tell whether it was night or day, as every window had been tightly secured.
The most surprising detail she might notice would be that she wore not the rags she'd entered in, but silk nightwear that, while not a perfect fit, was almost certainly close enough to be more comfortable than the torn rags and cloak from before. Indeed, that might be the most surprising thing she discovered since she'd awaken.
As something shuffled by the darkened doorway, that might very well have been delegated to second most surprising discovery. The mystery creature was shadowed, two yellow dots of light its menacing eyes as it prowled closer, into the light. It was a wolf, that was for certain, but its similarities were outweighed by its sheer size. As tall as her, it gazed down at the visitor, its nose flaring as it took her in. A dire wolf, for those who had had the misfortune of meeting them. However, this one seemed remarkably tame. Eyeing her for a moment it seemed satisfied, turning away and trotting to the door only to glance back over its shoulder impatiently.
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Natasa Waltine
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Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 19:09:24 GMT -8
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Jan 7, 2018 17:06:46 GMT -8
The nightmares that swirled in the girl's head had her in a troubled fit as she slept. She woke with a start, covered with a layer of sweat, which, she discovered, is not all she was covered in.
Looking down, she placed a hand on her stomach, feeling the thin, smooth fabric under her fingers. Confusion clouded her mind as she then glanced around the room, piecing together slowly the events that brought her here. She grasped at the silk, feeling a tinge of fury and embarrassment wash over her, coloring her cheeks. Her stomach swirled with mixed emotions, but mostly that of hunger. Just as she motioned toward the edge of the bed, she paused.
She was looking in the eyes of a beast, and one that could rip her apart in seconds if it wished. She didn't say a word to it, just stared in silent shock.
Once it walked away, she found the gall to move again, gently placing her bare feet upon the cold stone floor.
Somehow, I'm going to find that damned, vile bloodsucker, she mused angrily. She paused again, snarling at herself. And do what? Complain? What am I thinking?
Huffing, she stormed out of the door, but not before looking both ways to make sure she wasn't getting her head chomped off.
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Lord Mykola Volkh
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Roleplay posts: 82
Physical Description: Six feet and some change, his skin is pallid, making the shadows cast over his gaunt face seem even darker. His ears taper to a point, whether through the Curse or from before his change is unknown. Black hair falls in a straight black waterfall down his back. His eyes, when sated, are red. The longer he goes without feeding, however, his eyes grow darker until completely black and soulless. Has sharp incisors.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically wears a series of seven doublets he keeps in impeccable condition. Wears a mantle even indoors and when alone.
Has a magical sword that has layer upon layer of powerful enchantments to increase durability to survive the full force of his blows. When it bites into flesh it absorbs blood, fueling and healing its wielder.
Has three rings, one of which lets him teleport within the confines of his castle. The second provides some protection from sunlight, giving him a few precious moments to retreat into darkness. The third lets him detect intruders and activate his defenses within his castle, even when away.
When grasping the end of his cloak it becomes hard, allowing him to use it as a shield.
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Registered: Jan 5, 2018 17:01:37 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Jan 7, 2018 17:30:41 GMT -8
Indeed, as she left the room she would see the wolf once more, waiting patiently. As she exited it began to lead the way, heading down the hallway as its paws sunk into the plush carpet that pooled upon the floor. Carefully it navigated down a curved set of stairs, descending from a balcony floor into what seemed to be a ballroom, the floor the same, cold marble as the entryway. The walls were bedecked by mirrors, and above her and the balcony was only blackness, the soft ligfht from her candle giving her a dimly lit circle of light to navigate by.
At last, down a few more hallways and a few more glances back by the canine to make certain she had managed to follow it without getting lost, it headed through a doorway through which light spilled through. Within was the Lord Volkh, the crisp freshness of his appearance and the lack of damage on his lapel making it clear he had changed. Before him sat a rather peculiar feast of roasted meats, loaves of hard bread and an entire wheel of old cheese.
"So, you've decided to rejoin us."
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Natasa Waltine
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 17
Physical Description: Natasa is a small young woman with a face that makes her seem younger than she already is. Though much of her hair is brown at the ends, its streaked heavily with white.
Like her hair, her brown eyes are also being invaded by blue splotches, looking much like a failed paint mixture.
Atop her head, one horn curls up from her temple to the back of her head around her ear, and another has only just broken through the skin.
Registered: Jan 5, 2018 19:09:24 GMT -8
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Post by Natasa Waltine on Jan 7, 2018 17:58:46 GMT -8
The young woman's eyes flickered between the food and the vampire's face. Once her eyes landed on his own, she was finding it hard to look back at the food again. As it had before, her heart quickened, though not as rapidly as that first, dreadful meeting. She nodded to him and clasped her hands at her waist.
"Did you, um..." She pulled at her nightgown, a frown forming on her face. "Ch-change... where did you find these kinds of things?"
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