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 Mar 12, 2018 16:25:12 GMT -8
At Natasa's word Lord Volkh scoffed somewhat, shaking his head.
"Shamans and hedge witches may be the most magic your village had seen, but the familiars they can muster are mostly cats or dogs whose minds are bent to their wills, spirits of the elements or indeed even demons stitched crudely to their souls in an attempt to mimic the binding of true familiars. The process for you will be much more intimate." he explained as they reached the door of his laboratory once more and he hardly stopped as it opened for him, allowing the trio to slip into the darkness within.
Descending to his chambers he glanced back at the girl and doll as they stepped in, the light of the candelabra all Natasa could hope to see by in the overwhelming darkness within. Once more upon the stone floor he turned towards Natasa, looking past her to Divyna.
"The process you will undergo will prove rigorous, but necessary. There are many types: Some form a contract with beasts magical and otherwise, granting them sentience and power in order to channel the more enigmatic energies of the universe through their sheer will and spirit. They are efficient vessels but crude and take time to perfect. Time we do not have."
With a wave of the vampiric lord's hand small orbs began to alight: Different vials of five colors at equal points around each of them: Yellow, orange, blue, green and a final, largest one: Crimson and roiling in a disconcerting fashion. This light was enough to provide some visibility, dimly lighting the brass equipment and giving it an unsettling ambiance.
"The second type is more powerful and yet more complex. Primarily, however, it is deadlier. The binding of demons and elemental spirits. Of fairies and of genies. Most times this contract is sealed to the detriment of the spellcaster however there are many recorded who had the same motivations of these beings and forged a contract of equal terms. Some even become friends or, at rare times, lovers. There are none of those to be acquired so easily, and you have nothing with which to forge a contact that does not already belong to me."
Pointing to where Natasa should stand he placed Divyna so that they stood back-to-back and, picking up a vial separate from the colors that connected them, yet filled with glowing, white contents he began to pace a strange circuit around them. His pale hand tilted, letting spill the liquid to the floor in a long continuous line that simply lie where it fell despite its liquid appearance creating a steady outline.
"The third process is one that I coined in my...more lively days. It involves a construct, such as Divyna here. I can place within these empty receptacles a fraction of the contractor's soul. This gives them a life I normally would seek to stifle. A sense of existence previously unheard of among the crafted beings. A False Familiar they have been called, but I assure you that they are quite real. The costs, however are more...visceral. Spirit and blood must be paid in equal measure to secure a mind worth controlling. They require no bonds of loyalty from you, and will provide you with powers no mere beast could grant you. More importantly you will have an unparalleled, sleepless defender and servant."
As he drew to the end of his trek he made certain to stop outside of his handiwork: A glowing white star, in perfect, unmarred detail with each tip ending at once of the colored vials.
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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 Mar 15, 2018 13:17:28 GMT -8
Natasa followed him quietly this time. His lectures were filled with information she was going to need, and she had noted a particular shift in his tone. Things had become a little more serious.
Now and again, she would gaze back at the doll, the golem, the thing. Even with the eeriness about her, she didn't feel quite as wary of it as she did everything else in the castle, especially Volkh. Even if he was trying to save her life, he was the most frightening thing there. She watched him most carefully as he spoke, now and again wrestling with that strange urge to be hypnotized by his general existence. The lich that attacked her family made her feel like meat, something that was already dead and gone, but Volkh made her feel like a rabbit that was still being chased. That and... and something else. Something about being cornered: the girl couldn't yet discern it.
Once they reached the laboratory once more Natasa felt a queasiness to her stomach. There were a lot of strange and unfamiliar things in this room that she hadn't taken the time to look at before. Her focus had been on the creature that she might soon become, but now that she had time to digest everything else, panic was attempting to settle in again.
Everything in the room felt like a small part of something bigger, like the organs of a beast. Her ears still focused on Volkh's voice, but for now, her eyes belonged to everything else. Even as she was asked to stand back to back with the doll, signaling that something had already begun, she watched what magic was being concocted around her. At least, she thought it was magic. Everything that wasn't immediately explainable had to be just that.
Near the end of his lecture, Natasa was looking at Volkh just like that panicked rabbit she saw herself as in her mind. She fought to swallow her anxiety and fear.
"How... will I be sacrificing these, M'Lord?"
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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 Mar 22, 2018 22:03:37 GMT -8
"This is a lesson that would be better served by experiencing." Volkh replied in a cool, even tone, yet all around them the vials of colors began to pulse, all at once. A heartbeat of science and magic made one. An artificial heartbeat. No, not artificial, an echo. It was her heart they beat in time with. The beat of the only heart within the room. Behind her the doll stood ridged, its body suddenly snapped to its full height as if inert once more.
"It is important that you do not attempt to leave the star I have created." Volkh warned, now that the ritual had begun. "If you do so, even I cannot save you from the repercussions. To function as my apprentice your will must be as sharp as your mind. You must be willing to accept my teachings...as well as the pain they may inflict. No gentler teacher could save you from the fate that hounds you, and to counter a curse as menacing as your own. Not without sacrifice. Follow the motions of the doll to the letter. Do not hesitate, it will continue the ritual whether or not you are in position, and no doubt it would be quite fatal."
It seemed teaching on the fly was her new master's method as the doll turned then to face her. With a gentle motion she reached out her hand, right palm facing Natasa with fingers splayed outwards, as if hoping she might take it and lace her fingers with her own.
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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 Mar 24, 2018 19:07:41 GMT -8
Well, there was absolutely no turning back now. She couldn't even step out of the circle. Knowing that her choice had now been made helped guide her actions, though she was still afraid of the pain that was surely about to overwhelm her when her blood, spirit, and mind was given to the, ah-
Natasa turned as she was told and faced the doll, looking into her eyes. A doll is what Volkh called her, but even if that's what she resembled, Natasa wasn't sure if that was what she wanted to call her. Perhaps she was more like a ghost?
No, not quite, thought Natasa. Her mind whirred for answers when she held her hand up to the doll's, palm to palm, cautiously threading their fingers together. She looked into the painted eyes of her soon-to-be familiar. Perhaps she was more like a maid, but she really wasn't quite human. Natasa's brow knitted in concentration. What do I call you?
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Divyna
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Roleplay posts: 13
Physical Description: Five feet exactly, and made from what appears to be porcelain. Her face is delicately sculpted, fit with subtle features to make the lips, eyelids, and golden eyes able to move independently as a human's might.
Her hair is white and, even curled, cascades to her waist. She wears the garments of a main, although a well-paid one. Her limbs, are fitted with ball joints, to give her flexibility, and her hands and fingers are painstakingly crafted to allow for dexterity.
Set within the base of her sternum is a heart-shaped hole, revealing an array of gears within, although whether this is for decoration or actually what provides her locomotion is undetermined.
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Clothes and Equipment: Divya wears the clothes of a high-class maid, and seeks to keep them in good condition if ever beyond the walls of Castle Volkh. She wields an enchanted spear, stylized to look like the hand of a clock. Harder and sharper than a typical spear, it has no other magical abilities.
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Post by Divyna on Mar 24, 2018 19:21:13 GMT -8
The doll, face-to-face with her would-be contractor, curling her finger around Natasa's hand as the woman too it. Then, unexpectedly, she took a step closer, until their bodies were not far from one-another.
Divyna
A whispered answer in electric air. The tension, the magic, the roiling of unknown formula, everything was nearly overwhelming. Then reaching up the doll pressed her hand to the nape of Natasa's neck, leading her to lay her horned head against her unyielding shoulder. Then, her painted lips close to her ear she whispered a gentle sentance:
"I'm so sorry, Lady Volkh."
In their joined grip, from the heel of her carefully crafted palm, a jagged spike shattered through false porcelain impaling with a tear of flesh and sinew, shoving aside bones where it could, and shattering those it couldn't. The spike slide through the parallel heel of Natasa's palm as if her flesh were nothing but cheap fabric and did not cease extending until it was well down her forearm, the appendage bulging disturbingly at the instrusion. Around them the lights burned bright as the spike began to draw blood, seeming to carve away a fraction of her being in a terrible, visceral ritual of torturous gore.
"Shh," she whispered, as if consoling a frightened child, and not a woman, hideously mangled by her very hand. "I'm so close to finishing, Lady Volkh, please be patient."
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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 Mar 27, 2018 21:16:31 GMT -8
Natasa didn't immediately realize what had happened until it was far, far too late. A sharp breath pushed its way into her lungs as the pain washed over her, a precursor to the scream that echoed through the entirety of the castle, alerting them all of the trauma, the intrusion, the madness- her vision whited as she attempted to squirm out of Divyna's grip, only to find that the movement gave her no relief and gave way to even more torture. The doll's whispers did nothing to calm the cursed girl down. She could only scream, and scream, and scream again, but she did not try to fight until her body gave a mighty shudder. Her skin was awash with fluids- snot, tears, spit, blood- some that she nearly choked on in her spasm.
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Divyna
Established
Roleplay posts: 13
Physical Description: Five feet exactly, and made from what appears to be porcelain. Her face is delicately sculpted, fit with subtle features to make the lips, eyelids, and golden eyes able to move independently as a human's might.
Her hair is white and, even curled, cascades to her waist. She wears the garments of a main, although a well-paid one. Her limbs, are fitted with ball joints, to give her flexibility, and her hands and fingers are painstakingly crafted to allow for dexterity.
Set within the base of her sternum is a heart-shaped hole, revealing an array of gears within, although whether this is for decoration or actually what provides her locomotion is undetermined.
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Clothes and Equipment: Divya wears the clothes of a high-class maid, and seeks to keep them in good condition if ever beyond the walls of Castle Volkh. She wields an enchanted spear, stylized to look like the hand of a clock. Harder and sharper than a typical spear, it has no other magical abilities.
Registered: Feb 21, 2018 21:06:14 GMT -8
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Post by Divyna on Mar 28, 2018 19:52:21 GMT -8
The pain that wracked Natasa seemed to feed the ritual, as the vials burned brighter, trembling as if prepared to erupt or even explode from the pressure. Divyna continued her soothing words, inscrutable among her contractor's screams of agony. Draining her blood, her terror, her very soul her grip only tightened as Natasa's got weaker. Now the vial's light began to die. They faded, pulsing dangerously fast with their various lights. Then, with the briefest movement and the sound of a cloak, Volkh had taken a leap towards them. Grasping Natasa in his arms he raised a hand to the back of her head, red light pulsing in the palm of his hand.
"Sleep." he commanded in a voice that cut through all agony, all suffering, slicing to the very core of his apprentice's perceptions with one whispered statement. Then, as surely as if he had enveloped her in his cloak and spirited her away, her emotions and consciousness was swathed and she was asleep. With the sound of squealing metal, the spike retracted, tearing out of Natasa's hand as the doll stood, staring blankly ahead, hands folded before her. Darkness overcame them once again.
Natasa would wake to find herself lost within it. The only point of reference behind an unbelievably soft bed beneath her, with sheets of silk.
"So you've awaken at last." the vampire lord's voice said from the darkness and it was clear he was within arm's length. Beside her even, his head lower than if he'd stood...In the same bed?!
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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 Mar 30, 2018 18:31:30 GMT -8
Waking up was hazy. She hardly felt and she certainly couldn't think. Without trying to get up, the girl turned to her side, fatigue still wearing her limbs down. As soon as she'd made the move, she paused.
"... M'lord?" she questioned, scrunching her brow. "What...?"
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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 Apr 3, 2018 9:22:09 GMT -8
Her hand was bandaged and, while not in pain, she would find it to be quite numb and moving her fingers even slightly would be a momentous task. The vampire snapped his fingers, and on either side of the bed candelabras, free-standing ones in the corners, lit. At the foot of the bed, a fireplace followed suit. This room was obviously living quarters, however the massive four-poster bed was twice as large as her own. The sheets were black silk that seemed to absorb light and what lay atop them, spread evenly with mechanical precision was a deep red duvet. A suit of armor stood at attention at one side of the room, the gleaming mithral strangely absorbing. One skilled or knowledgeable enough would be able to identify it being of Elvin make, and very fine at that.
"You have been asleep the better of four days." he informed her as he got to his feet, revealing himself to be wearing as little as she herself was. That being nearly absolutely nothing but bandages on her part and, (Thankfully), trousers on his own. "It has been quite dull waiting for you." he added, although he picked up a brass tray. A man of his stature, one might realize, would expect him to own silver. It didn't take much to understand why he would eschew that idea of nobility.
Producing a brass stand he placed it over her lap, and set the tray atop it with a clatter. Clearly he had expected her awakening to the minute, as the porridge was still steaming, filled with a collection of berries. Beside it set a brass cup of coffee and beside that a sweetroll on a small saucer.
"I trust you're hungry?"
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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 Apr 3, 2018 20:21:00 GMT -8
Natasa looked at Volkh.
Then she looked away.
And then she looked at Volkh again, longer this time.
Finally, she turned her head away once more, lifting one hand to block her peripheral. This created quite a problem as the tray of food was slipped into her lap, as she couldn't move her other arm at all. "M-m'lord?" she squeaked, all the whites showing around her olive eyes. She had so many questions but she couldn't bring herself to ask even one of them. She keeled over as her stomach growled, four days without sustenance clawing at her stomach. Scrambling for a compromise, she tilted her head away from the vampire, feeling heat rise to her cheeks, internally screaming like a boiling kettle. She began to scoop food into her mouth using the spoon she was given. Strange, that. She usually had to use her fingers.
Just like before, Natasa found the food nearly irresistible. It was more flavor than she could ever remember having when she lived in the village. Then again, there wasn't much she could remember anymore... thinking about it just threatened to boil her insides with anger, so she dismissed it for now.
"... thank you," said the girl once she was finished. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand. "B-but I have questions, um..." She hadn't taken the time to contemplate her own state.
"Why. Why all of this? Why am I..." She gestured to herself. "And why are you-" She gestured to him. Immediately after she pulled up the sheet, trying to cover herself.
He's seen everything, she thought with despair.
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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 Apr 3, 2018 20:41:59 GMT -8
She was quite flustered. Although she attempted to maintain some modicum of composure he could hear her heart beat faster, and see the flush those rose to her cheeks as easily as she could have on a sunny day. The sun. That was a far-off memory even for her, she hadn't seen it in almost a week, after all. Still, for now he amused himself by watering her eat, his eyes flickering over her face and at her covered body as if trying to ascertain every fiber of her being. She finished quickly, and he found her addressing him once again.
Naturally she had questions. The ritual had been intense, and her would-be Familiar was no where in sight. The magics, and how he had kept her relatively intact these past few days would no doubt also be on her mind. He had many answers prepared for her expected questions, many lessons each answer would hold. Yet, she posed to him a question he had not considered. Such a mundane, human question that for a moment he stared at her in quiet disbelief before, quite unexpectedly, he gave a short dry laugh. The laugh of one who has not done so in so very long. It held some mirth, but tempered and very quickly the unprecedented burst of emotion was gone.
"You went through likely the second most painful experience in your short lifetime, binding an entity to you for eternity in a ritual and the first question you ask is about your state of undress? Very well, your question amuses me and so I will answer it. Your clothes were covered in vomit, sweat and blood. I would not want you to be in such a state for nearly a week. I had you cleaned and disposed of the defaced clothing. Dressing you again would have merely been a waste, as you would be asleep for some time with the spell I had placed you under. For myself, my laboratory is currently mid-ritual and should not be disturbed. So I thought I would merely rest until you awoke."
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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 Apr 7, 2018 17:09:23 GMT -8
"-ah!" Natasa opened her mouth to protest, holding the sheets up until they were above her shoulders. "You don't just... that's not just... you can't just-" She paused, lips clopping together as she sulked. Of course, he can. I belong to him now.
She really wasn't thinking of all the implications when she made the deal with him to be his apprentice. No, she was more than that. Perhaps "slave" was a better term used for her current position. She sighed and buried her face in the sheets, trying to choke down the shame. Though she would have loved to curl up in a corner and perish, she knew she had some important questions to ask. She turned her face to him, biting her lip.
"... thank you, M'lord," she began, giving him the appreciation he very well deserved, despite his depravity. "But I do have a lot of questions. I'm afraid I can't remember much. Where is... Divyna? What happened to my arm? I thought vampires slept in coffins. I didn't think they took off their clothes to rest."
She felt herself getting worked up again, brows pinching. Even with the important questions at hand, she could not let this go!
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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 Apr 7, 2018 17:38:45 GMT -8
Despite what he had considered quite a satisfactory answer to her question, she did not seem to be entirely satisfied. If anything she looked more unhappy. While her happiness was of no great importance to him, as he felt for her the same he did for an injured bird or sheltering animal, her mental state was of some concern as it tied directly into the progress of her ailment. He could not have her feral or bedridden before they had even begun their work. Yet, she seemed to push past that unease, delving into questions more within his area of expertise.
"Divyna remains where you left her. She stands in the center of my laboratory, within the star. The ritual has yet to be completed but do not fret, the painful part has ended. All she requires is a touch of your hand and it will link you. You will find yourself capable of accessing a few valuable skills immediately. Not to mention she can read to you, thus eliminating the need to teach you before you begin, although I will arrange for that to be part of the lessons." glancing down at her nearly-paralyzed hand he held up his own, curling the fingers a few times as if to demonstrate. "The feeling will come back in the passing weeks, but be certain not to neglect it as it can suffer from disuse. I have nearly fully repaired it, but time is in charge of the remaining."
Now, however, they were once more back to their earlier topic. With a wave of his hand a nearby wardrobe opened, and he took out a royal blue doublet. "You seem concerned. I do not sleep in any coffin, although it is not as far off the mark as you would expect. Often if I must rest, it is within enclosed spaces with no chance of light breaking through, even if something were to happen. However I rarely find I need to sleep at all. Sometimes, when considering particularly difficult formulae, or solving problems. Or, as recently, when I must wait. This is, however, my room and covered in your blood as I was, I thought it prudent to get my doublet cleaned. Is there an issue with my state of undress?"
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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 Apr 7, 2018 18:01:12 GMT -8
Fully repaired it?
Natasa pinched her brow and closed her eyes, trying to remember the moments that had passed right before darkness had consumed her. She remembered... looking into Divyna's eyes, holding her hand. She was speaking so softly... apologizing. Whatever for?
Pain shot through her forehead as the horn pushed through her forehead, growing another inch. She grit her teeth and pushed her head into her knees. She remembered it, just for a second! But it quickly left her mind, as it had before. She looked up at Volkh, letting her body shudder from the memory. "N... no, M'lord," she whispered. "Th-though it is not in proper form... for most maidens to sleep in a man's bed before she is wed. O...or to, um... are there any more women's clothes around?"
Really, she was more concerned about her own state of undress. What was Volkh thinking? As a vampire, was he oblivious to his effect on people? To women. Or was it everyone? Either way, she could hardly imagine the bloodsucker had no idea of the implications!
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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 Apr 16, 2018 12:35:34 GMT -8
Of course he had ideas of the implications and, despite his proclaimed ignorance, he was fully aware of the implications he'd placed upon her. Perhaps it was punishment for lying to him about reading before, and he thought she deserved somewhat of a start. Or perhaps it was merely a source of entertainment to see her so flustered. When the horn split further from his head, however, he more directly faced her, looking it over with mingled interest and a modicum of frustration. He had though his studies to be complete enough to halt the transformation completely, only to be shown it was far from perfected when she had arrived.
"Do not force yourself to recall something best left to the past." he reminded her. "Your perceptions will be clouded moving forwards." Stepping aside he picked up a piece of folded fabric. "You will find your new set of clothes in the bathing room. I suggest you be quick, I have no desire to wait for too long when you must reactivate your Familiar and allow me the use of my lab once again."
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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 Apr 29, 2018 15:18:20 GMT -8
The girl hugged the sheets to her, staring at Volkh as he spoke. Alright, so her clothes were in the bathing room. All good and well.
Except not.
If the bloodsucker would leave, she would gladly skip away to change, or at least attempt to do so. Her grip on the sheets tightened. "Will you... look the other way then, M'lord?" she asked, raising a brow. If he obliged, she planned to slip out of bed as fast as she possibly could to get dressed and return, however, there would be much trouble if he did not.
He wasn't reacting to her embarrassment, she noted. Just her pain. She wasn't expecting the horn to explode from her skin, either, but she was beginning to see a trend. Pain, fear, hate. They caused them to come forth. She would have to be so much more careful, though who knew how easy that would be with someone like Volkh around.
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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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Registered: Jan 5, 2018 17:01:37 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on May 9, 2018 19:43:06 GMT -8
With a shrug of ultimate disinterest, the Lord Volkh acquiesced to Natasa's seemingly paltry request and with a slight billow of his cape he turned on his heel.
"I recommend you do so quickly, as my patience for such games is quite thin." he remarked without turning, broad shoulders creating a waterfall of velvet down his back which rippled with each movement. The affects of his presence were not lessened, per se, but one could feel a modicum of security out from beneath his calculating gaze. He waited, then, like a statue. No eddy of movement or breath stirred him from his place until Natasa may eventually return, hopefully in the timely manner he was accustomed to.
It was not difficult to find the bathing room once again, as it was not far from her own room. After a descent of the sweeping stairs, mahogany railing framing her descent, it stood open. As always darkness consumed the castle, and she would be forced to bring along the candelabra that had been as ever-present in her vicinity as the clothes on her back. More-so, it seemed. Within a clothes lay draped carefully over a metal rod...they were stunning things of silk and lace a far cry from what she had worn before, and nothing at all like the rags in which she had crawled here in. They were tight, but not overly so. After all, they were for sitting and tea, not for visiting.
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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 May 15, 2018 11:27:49 GMT -8
The young girl did not hesitate to rocket forth from the bed and make her way to the bathing room. She held tightly onto her limp arm as she descended, trying to keep it from flopping around like a dead chicken's corpse. Once she found her clothing, she changed as quickly as she could, though it was quite the challenge with only one working arm. She didn't vocalize her dismay, but she was already beginning to wonder how much abuse her body would take. When she looked down at her body, she could see the gap in her chest where the lich's sword had pierced her skin, saw the spidery veins of corruption grasping outward. It had a very dim glow to it.
Her heart, her arm, her head... what would be the next thing to be marred with such ferocity, such disregard to her youth and innocence?
She pulled the dress on sourly. It hid the scar well and felt so soft against her skin. She had never owned anything so lovely before, especially comparing it to the coarse clothing they wore as peasants. What a sweet lie of luxury that Volkh loaned her.
Once dressed, she padded up the stairs back to Volkh's room. "I"m finished."
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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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Registered: Jan 5, 2018 17:01:37 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Mykola Volkh on Sept 7, 2018 12:07:11 GMT -8
It hadn't taken long for Natasa to reappear, a fact not lost on her vampiric lord. Without uttering a word he turned, exiting the room and assuming she would be following close behind. Somehow the walk seemed longer this time, although it was clear the proportions of the castle had not shifted in some unknowable way. Perhaps it was merely the finality of their destination. Once again they sought to descend those stairs, to return to the place she had to be carried from before as a bleeding, tortured mess. They would once more be in the laboratory...and with it. The very thing that had caused this pain and, most importantly, the thing that she was to entrust her life to.
With a shudder the tortured, metal door to the descent creaked open without a hand to coax it. Down the cramped, dark stairs, the candelabra she held casting complete shadow on the steps past the Lord Volkh. At last they emerged into the darkened room once again. The usual apparatus, burning or boiling, churning with light and hums, were silent. The room was still, as if every feature were carved out of the same humorless marble as the floor beneath their feet. And there, in the center, was the doll. The familiar was silent, tilted forward slightly. The strange plaster that had covered its arm was still shattered, revealing the terrible syringed, caked in dried blood. Her dried blood.
"Touch it," Volkh instructed calmly. "Once you do, it will be bound to you. It will be your guardian, your tutor and your helper." he made no mention to the pain it had put her through. Instead he merely extended his hand towards it, stepping aside so she could walk past him. "Most importantly it will be out of my lab so I may get back to work."
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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 Sept 9, 2018 15:20:39 GMT -8
The walk to the alchemy room was so muted it was maddening. Natasa grabbed the end of her dress, rubbing the texture against her thumb to try and fill her mind with some kind of distraction. She desperately tried to not think about where they were going and the memories that it had triggered earlier. The spell was not perfect. She had to meet it halfway.
Once they stepped inside of the chamber, the girl took in a breath and held it before raising her eyes.
There it was, the noise that had been gone during the entire walk from Volkh's bedroom to this place. She heard the doll's soft, chilling voice rivaling her agonized screams. Natasa glanced at the vampire, then turned her head to look back at the doll.
Without a word, she approached the golem, her feet pattering softly on the marble ground. She paused right before the figure, keeping her eyes away from the red-stained syringes. Instead, she chose to look into the doll's eyes.
What was your name again? You told me.
She reached out her good hand, trembling like a tree branch in a whirlwind. As swiftly as she could, she tried to tap the golem and back up hastily, tripping over her feet in the process.
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