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 Nov 4, 2018 22:50:28 GMT -8
Before the two figure emerged from the darkness beyond. Volkh stood before her, resplendent in finery. With dark, rich colors, they looked freshly tailored, and with them, his enchanted mantle. The style matched her own dress, but the color was not similar in the least. Black with gold trimming, carefully embroidered with runes similar to her own.
"I see Divyna finished the dress with impressive alacrity." the Lord mused, approaching Natasa once again. In better view, crimson eyes stared down at her, no longer the black, soulless ones she had know doubt come to attribute to him. "That is not the only impressive feat worth mentioning. You look ravishing." With that he turned, the doors before them swinging open.
"Say goodbye to the doll, for now. I shall be ample protection." he warned. Before them the forgotten room held three monoliths, black as pitch and etched with ancient runes, positioned in a triangle around a series of runes drawn upon the floor. "Stride forward with me." he insisted, offering her an elbow.
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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 Nov 5, 2018 10:11:25 GMT -8
Natasa wiped her mouth as Divyna sized her up, taking care not to disturb the rouge she had applied right before putting on the dress. Divyna had done quite a bit of work on her in the time they'd spent in the room. Her hair was braided over her horns and adorned with a number of feathery ornaments that matched the color of her dress and masked the brown strands that otherwise stuck out like a sore thumb.
Once the pain ebbed away, she took a moment to look down and admire the dress. She swayed back and forth just to watch it move. She had never seen anything so beautiful in her life!
She looked up to Divyna and smiled right back. For a moment, she couldn't figure out if she was in a nightmare or a dream.
Before she could speak the girl was swept up and moved through the castle. She struggled with her shoes, as they had a slight heel in them, causing her to trip here and there, but she adjusted on her way to Volkh.
The first thing she paid attention to was the vampire. She figured this would always be the case, especially under the influence of his aura. Even without it, the monster really knew how to fill up an entire room. His clothing was as lavish as her own, though quite a bit more conservative, as was appropriate.
When he complimented her, a flood of conflicting emotions tied up her insides more than the bodice did earlier. She simply said nothing this time and did what he said, slipping a dainty hand around his arm.
After all, she really did want to see other people. Divyna was showing some personality now, something somewhat human... but it wasn't enough! She was going to go mad in this castle with only these two as company!
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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 Apr 23, 2019 19:27:54 GMT -8
Natasa's desire for interaction, was rivaled only by her Lord's desire for solitude. It had been nearly a century since he was out among mortals for anything more than a quick bite and he found his lengthy solitude had a more meaningful impact than he had calculated. Together, the two had stepped in unison into the trio of obelisks which had brought them so gracefully to the ball. Yet, as opposed to the fanciful feasts and daring dancers, nitid nobles or handsome heroes they were greeted with nothing but smothering shadows. They stood once more within the chamber of teleportation, the unvarnished, chokingly stifled room so oppressive compared to the fire and beauty of gowns and open air. Once again they were alone, but for each other.
Lord Volkh, his hand over hers, exiting as they had once entered what felt like months ago. Her one night of freedom, it seemed, was over. The heroes she met gone to the harshness of distance. Yet, more than anything, was the quiet. No one made merry here in Castle Volkh. No glasses clinked, no music played. There was only the roaring silence. A small rustle of movement seemed an avalanche of silks, as Divyna, stood in the very place they had left her bowed.
"Lord and Lady Volkh have returned." she announced, as if to other servants. There were none. The vampire gave a nod, releasing Natasa's hand as he turned slightly to observe her.
"I trust you enjoyed yourself?" he asked, his voice like marble. It was difficult to tell if he were at all moved by their trip to the outside. His face, as ever, was unreadable.
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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 5, 2019 14:38:06 GMT -8
Aside from her thundering heart, Natasa was quiet. For a while, the commotion of the party, the dancing, the drinking, the laughing, was a healthy distraction from the darkness, the suffering, the anger.
And that insufferable, unignorable itch.
When she had bumped into that girl, the one with her face, her thoughts were concentrated on the mystery at hand, but when Volkh's voice reached her ears in the emptiness of the castle, it was like falling into quicksand: she could only watch herself being swallowed by his curse.
She gave no attention to Divyna. She even grabbed for his sleeve as he let her hand go. Turning to face him, she raised her chin up, eyes intent, edges of her lips turned down.
"When we first met you said I was yours," she said, brow gently wrinkling. "The deal was that you would be drinking from me, was it not? Yet to my knowledge, you haven't even tried once. I believe I've had more of your blood than you have had of mine." Her eyes narrowed, a desperate simper turned into a pout. "Why?"
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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 5, 2019 15:56:47 GMT -8
Volkh was unaccustomed to her forwardness. Perhaps, he considered, the fresh air had reignited some vitality she had once had. Or perhaps her interaction with her doppelganger had given her a glimpse to what she might become. Yet here now she asked a piercing, expectant question. Eyeing her with quiet scrutiny, he suddenly shifted, his body closer to hers, cloak billowing towards her, around her, as if it were a pair of mighty wings that threatened to envelop the young woman. Yet, his voice was placid, as bereft as emotion as ever, save his bout of fury upon their initial meeting.
"To partake in you is tempting." he confessed coldly, and for a moment it seemed he may do just that. A cold hand brushed against her cheek, the backs of his fingers grazing lightly over the skin, as if checking a child for a fever. "Yet I consider obstacles. It would be a dangerous test, enacted through lust rather than my scientific process. I have nothing but hypothesis for how such an act would affect your curse. Nor do I know what effect your own curse would have upon the disease within me. Such an act could be catastrophic." his voice was barely a whisper, clearly heard, and yet his crimson eyes had begun to fade once again to a feral black. The eyes of a predator.
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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 8, 2019 19:58:41 GMT -8
There was a twinge of fear deep in Natasa's heart, but it was overshadowed by Volkh's charm. As his fingers slid across her skin she took a breath, her body shuddering. Her hand rose to grasp his, the rush of her blood pulsing through her palm. The shadow began to swallow her, and she invited it.
"Would it be so bad?" she asked, expression longing, begging for his teeth. "Would it be worse than waiting? Because that feels like it's going to kill me."
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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, 2019 19:30:14 GMT -8
Together here in the darkness, it seemed as if all of time hinged on this one moment. A million pathways opened, an infinity of "what-ifs" that spread through the mind like a flash fire. A hand, seizing her waist, pulled her to him, her petite frame eclipsed by his own and she was lost in the billowing folds of his cape. How long had it been since this ember burnt in his long-still breast? Desire. Not a desire for his scientific progress, nor for the mere blood in her veins which he could feel even know, through the warmth of her palm. All these things seemed so trite here, mere afterthoughts compared to the copious need he had to sink those waiting fangs into the pliant flesh of her slender throat and make her truly his own. She would be his own, and no heroic whelp or aspiring lordling could ever hope to sway her from him. He would have her in the palm of his hand, control her from such an intimate level she would not dare abandon what they had created here between them.
It was that thought alone that stilled him. That was not him. It was a part of him now, yes, but this urge beyond urges was borne of that disease- the curse -that flowed through him. It controlled him as deftly as he himself controlled her. Yet the prickling heat danced across his skin, a sensation lost for so long rekindling that spark within to a flame. Was it so wrong, she had asked? If he himself identified it as a part of himself was there any real point in separating it in this matter any more than he did in any other? His thoughts were shaken from him at the feel of a firm hand upon his chest. He stared blankly for a moment, even as he released his grip on Natasa and the doll drew her back, hand still upon his chest as she disentangled the two.
For a moment Volkh's eyes flashed, and it seemed as if he may dash the doll to pieces for its impudence, but immediately the thought was dispelled. His cloak drifted to the ground, suddenly bereft of whatever curious power which had stirred it to action. Then, stepping back he allowed the distance between them to pass, and the flame within sputtered into a cold darkness once more.
"We will continue your studies presently." he announced distantly. "For now, allow the doll to escort you to your room. You will stay there for the remainder of the night." Turning on his heel, the vampire left no real time to complain, disappearing into nothingness and leaving the two alone.
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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 13, 2019 6:38:40 GMT -8
As she was drawn close the girl closed her eyes, the relief of a long-awaited moment nearly upon her. She waited with bated breath for the sting of his teeth...
But it did not come.
Eyes fluttering open, she instead saw herself retreating from the vampire. She turned her head to glance at Divyna, her familiar, and began to squirm. "No!" she protested, kicking her feet beneath her gown. Lifting her head, she attempted to plead to her Lord for help, to ask why he was refusing her, but he was already gone. She planted her hands on the doll's arm and grunted with frustration. Her cheeks became wet with tears as she bawled, not out of sadness, but anger. The flame that spewed from her chest burst, chipping further at her skin to extend the cracks up her neck. Her nails curled into Divyna's arm as claws now, her gnashing teeth becoming fangs. Her horns pulled at her hair as they emerged further, tearing the precious braids that her maid had threaded with her fingers so delicately just hours before.
The tantrum lasted only seconds before the effort drained the girl, who let herself droop, raggedy and defeated. Her breathing labored, her body was hot as embers, but she was somewhat human once more.
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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 May 15, 2019 12:25:14 GMT -8
Divyna's expression did not, could not, change. Silently she stared at her mistress' enraged figure, the claws with which she was grasp leaving ragged grooves and torn silk across the doll's forearm and yet only as this flash of rage had simmered into despondency did she release her grasp. "Come, Lady Volkh, let us retire to your room." she suggested gently. "I'm afraid Lord Volkh's aura has taken its toll. With rest, you are sure to recover." Taking the girl's wrist once again, she placed her elbow, as if leading an elderly, or infirm relative to bed.
The walk through the hallways was, as always, silent. Divyna spoke rarely, and with great care, but rarely did she do so out in the corridors. In fact, despite Volkh's numerous stone guardians and servants, Natasa would find she had never passed one errantly in the hallways. By the time the couple had found their way back to Natasa's room, however, the pervading effect Volkh emanated had largely dissipated from the girl's mind. The doll led the girl to her bed, allowing her to sit before stepping once again to the door and shutting it.
"Do you feel well, Lady Volkh?" she asked quietly. "Perhaps I may fetch you some water."
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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 21, 2019 15:41:37 GMT -8
Natasa felt her body ache. She felt a fatigue that not only tolled on her body but weighed heavily on her mind. Still, she wished not to rest, nor to sulk. A flicker of a flame still ignited deep down in her heart, willing her to fight. If only she had not burned through all the fuel left to do it. As she felt Volkh’s presence melt away, however, the flame flickered out, replaced by something else entirely.
As a hand came to her chest, her expression soured. She brought her knees up to her ribs. Attempting to speak, Natasa achieved little more than a croak. The girl buried her face in the folds of her dress, eyes skimming the tiny embedded gems. What precious little beads of wonder and hope had been woven into the fabric, blinding her from the ugliness around her. She picked at them, ignoring Divyna’s question as she tried to lift the gems from their threaded constraints and flick them onto the floor.
Yet, that just wasn’t enough. She scratched at where her body met the cloth, sharp nails etching away at pale skin until it became red. Before she could break skin she squirmed, pressing her back to the back as she grabbed the bodice and pulled and pulled until her meager strength left her arms. Natasa bit her lips in an attempt to hold back the tears that manifested at the corners of her eyes. She took deep breaths that quickly became shallow and harsh until she rolled around onto her stomach and grunted miserably into the sheets:
“I don’t want to wear this damned thing anymore! Get it off. Get it off!”
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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 May 24, 2019 10:48:32 GMT -8
As Natasa began her struggled, Divyna watched with quiet contemplation until she cast herself onto her stomach. Then, approaching wordlessly her dexterous fingers worked over the lace backing. Freeing her from the dress initially, she then pulled away the boning of the bodice and set it gently aside despite her master's agitation. Then, turning, she sat on the bed next to the slender figure.
"You feel agitated." It was a statement, not a question. An obvious statement, although not one it had seemed she'd have picked up earlier. Before the doll seemed to act as rationally as possible, regardless of Natasa's frustration at a particularly difficult area of her studies or dispondence of dwelling in such darkness. "You are unhappy." she added, although perhaps more softly this time.
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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 27, 2019 12:17:37 GMT -8
Grabbing onto the sheets, Natasa refused to look at Divyna, deciding to stew on her resentment. She curled up, pressing her forehead to her knees, then sat still for a moment, her sobs the only noise to pierce the suppressive silence around them. After a few long minutes, after the sobs diminished, she rose her head up to look at Divyna.
She had been by her side since that painful day that she became her familiar. At first, Natasa only saw her as one of Volkh's pawns, but that night she had put herself between them and oh, the anger that she saw in his eyes, evident even in her haze. Such an action was performed against his will, done only for her own sake. Looking at her, she wondered if Divyna would do something like that again.
"... he's awful," she whispered, rolling over so that they could speak face to face. "I hate him every moment he's away and then he gets close to me. I hate that stupid curse and the way he looks at me when I go to him because of it!" She worked herself up again, flame flaring in the spike of emotion. "I hate that I'm so angry all the time. It never really goes away even when I'm scared. I don't... I don't think I was always like this."
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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 Jun 21, 2019 16:21:38 GMT -8
Quietly the doll listened to Natasa's words, almost pleading. She wanted answers, not platitudes. But no answers came. Watching Natasa as she spoke, it was impossible to tell by her featureless face what she might feel or think about the girl's fears. Yet, after a moment she reached down, placing a strange, multifaceted hand onto the young woman's.
"I can feel your anger." the words were quiet, as if they might carry their mutual secret to the ears of the vampire. "What were you like before?" Stirred by her question she rose, going to the door and turning the key in the lock, assuring them some semblance of privacy. Of course, Lord Volkh could easily just manifest in the room with or without any sort of lock but the act in and of itself set a definite message. Then, drawing her chair to the bedside she, in a flurry of skirts took a seat.
"As part of our Pact, I will tell you mine in reparation."
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