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It's been said that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Oddly he'd take on any woman in the world then the one he was going to have to deal with. What's more if he was made to face the Master. A shudder ran down the impish male's spine when he woke and found himself locked in the chamber with a dart beside him and a note. His mistress was gone, the wall was destroyed and the two woman that he'd gathered to please the Mistress was gone.
This was not going to be a good thing.
As Andras gathered both dart and note he looked around him with a bit of apprehension before vanishing in a flicker of sulfer and fire. The fortress at Narion would where a small flame would form in the hallway that linked the concubine wing with that of the Lord's hall. Lord Stativare and Lady Najia were Not going to like this, god forbid if Lady Sarine found out, he almost felt a twinge of regret at what the woman that had done this was getting herself into.
Seeing a servant down the hall he darted forward his tail swaying along the loin cloth covered hips of his. "I need to talk to Najia, Immediately. The princess -HAS - to come see me, this is very bad and very important." The feeling of dread had fileld him what's more he wanted his Mistress back.
The small female was important, his Mistress and without her controling hand he was a little angsty which wasn't a good thing. "She should learn patience, or needs beat when she gets home." He grumbled under his breath waiting on that of the apperance of Najia.
It was only when the Princess bid him to come to her door as he was not permitted within. The dark prince would kill him for that , he knew that for sure. The imp male held out his hand presenting both the note and the dart that had been used to take him down and out.
"Mistress ordered me get two women to entertain her, she was bored. One got out relatively fast a silvery blond woman. And the other had dark purple hair, she .. she caught me off guard and I woke up alone with this and the note. Mistress Salome is gone, she's not at the corner, no notes other then this woman's. I'm sorry, I've failed you and her Princess. "
He knelt down expecting the mortal strike, lord knew what the woman was going to do.
Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 10:41 pm
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She’d ignored the frantic knocking on her chamber door at first, choosing to continue to indulge herself in her new dolly, Carese, who was at that moment being employed in her new roll in their household and as a result was naked in Najia’s bed, twin bite marks decorating her neck, her breast, and her inner thigh. She was doing quite well ignoring the knocking too until the servants voice called out that it was Andras seeking an audience as there was a problem with Salome. Growling softly beneath her breath she released Carese and slid from the bed.”Fine. Bring him to the door!”The sash of her short smoky violet silk robe had just been cinched about her waist when another knock came at the door and stalking towards it she flung it open, a murderous glare fixing to the male imp, Andras, her voice a snarl when she spoke. ”What!?”Andras floundered for a moment before spitting out what had happened, explaining that Salome had been snatched and he had done nothing to stop it. There was so much wrong with everything he said from the first word to the last but for the moment the Princess was focused on the most pressing matter. Someone had stolen Salome, ~her~ concubine. Shoving past Andras with a snarled promise to deal with him later she bolted for the double doors to the left of her own quarters (Sarine’s being right across the hall) where Stativare resided.
She didn’t bother to knock (she never did), but rather threw the doors open and rushed inside only to draw up short when she saw Static standing in the room with his arms about Sarine, his grip tight as if to prevent her from escaping or using her hands for more nefarious purposes, and it looked as if he was trying to kiss the sense right out of her. Najia drew up short, a furious hiss parting her lips to reveal fangs that had dropped to battle length at the sight of her nemesis. No matter how furious she got, though, she knew Static would be even more so if she attacked the bitch so she forced herself to calm enough to turn her attention to the man in question. Vaguely she was aware of Carese having followed her more slowly from her room but she had more pressing matters to consider.”If you can tear yourself away, I’ve just been informed by that sniveling fuck Salome brought with her that she has been stolen! He said a purple haired demoness by the name of Talisy took her. I’m betting it’s that whore Talisy Aensland! She has my concubine and I want her back now!”Her right foot rose and fell in an actual stomp of her foot to punctuate her final word. It was likely she’d be taken to task later when she was alone with Static for speaking to him in such a manner but it would be obvious to any looking at the young woman that her emotions were running high. Her face was flushed with the blood she’d just consumed and her amethyst eyes blazed her anger both at Talisy and Sarine, Sarine taking the brunt of it since she was the one physically there at the moment. Her fangs had yet to recede, her lips still stained with Carese’s blood, and she looked ready to rip into (literally) the next person who pissed her off.
Then Sarine’s gaze moved over her shoulder and she saw the anger start to burn in the older demoness’ eyes and she knew Sarine must have seen Carese. Slowly her arms crossed loosely in front of her as she shifted her weight so that her left hip jutted out slightly, the anger still there but the demeanor far more like the arrogant Princess most new in public. Looking back to Static she let her eyes rise to meet his.”She is still wearing the collar you made for me for her. You can use that to get her back, right?”
Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 6:23 pm
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She’d returned to Narion after an afternoon at her sister’s spa only to be greeted by the scent of another sister, Carese, twin to the sister she’d just left behind. Her scent saturated the entrance and the further she moved into the house the stronger it became. Carese was here and had been here for some time. That could only mean one thing as far as the succubus was concerned and storming towards the stairs that would lead her upstairs to the living quarters she paused long enough to send Hale to his rooms before continuing along to Stativare’s.
As she passed through the hallway that led to his room she had to walk passed both her own and Najia’s bedchamber doors and it was outside of the other woman’s room that her steps slowed, the scent of her younger sister growing so strong she knew she had to be in there with the little brat. The urge to storm in was so strong her hand actually reached out and gripped the door handle but at the last moment she refrained. Frankly she had no desire to see her sister fucking Najia so she continued on to Stativare’s room where she entered without knocking or invitation.
The moment she was inside she sought him out, unaware that only moments before he had been visited by one of the Infernal Line, a visit that placed both herself and her sisters in jeopardy (she couldn’t care less if Najia were in danger). She announced that she could scent Carese in the manor, especially in Najia’s room, and Stativare explained the situation with her now, that she had willingly entered into Najia’s service and had their own unique arrangement. She was just warning up to a hellish tirade (no pun intended) when he grabbed her, locking his arms around her to pin her own arms around her body as he drew her tightly against his. His lips found hers and though she struggled to maintain her anger he was quickly turning that anger into passion.
Any fire that might have been building between them, however, was interrupted when Najia came bursting into his room, the anger Najia had obviously been feeling upon her entrance escalating at he sight of Sarine, something that amused her greatly. She might have continued to provoke Najia’s anger had she not chosen that moment to announce that Salome had been kidnapped. Her own fury snapped back full force and then some in that moment and though she longed to launch herself across the room at Najia she managed maintain her anger behind her typical mask of cool composure.
”If you can not even manage to protect your concubines perhaps you should not have them.”
Okay. Maybe she’d indulge in a little prodding. She might have continued had she not spotted Carese over Najia’s shoulder and given the state of dress both women were in, as well as Najia’s blood stained lips and Carese’s bite marks, she knew precisely what Najia had been doing with her younger sister. To top it off Najia knew she had spotted Carese and her entire attitude changed, designed to get a rise out of Sarine. It only served in causing Sarine to become even more withdrawn, her face schooled into an icy mask as she turned her attention deliberately from Najia to Stativare. She wanted to speak with Carese, hopefully in private, but there were bigger problems right now, such as the abduction of their sister.
Talisy Aensland…oh yeah, she knew that name. All of Morlis’ children did. No doubt that bastard had something to do with this too. Facing Stativare she let her dark amber eyes rise to rest on his face as Najia had done, hoping that what Najia said was true, that her sister could be easily retrieved through the collar Najia had placed on her.
”Can we get her back??”
Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 8:04 pm
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Post originally by Character_Stativare de IngisAfter the “meeting” with his father he had been about to set plans in motion that would prevent his kin’s entry into his domicile without his allowing it -- but fate had other plans. First Sarine entered and she seemed distraught about something. Before she could vent any of her frustrations to him he encased her in his arms and forced a kiss. She was resistant at first..she was always resistant, and as always she failed. He could feel her body slowly begin to relax, her very muscle losing tension as she started to press herself against him. They both had quite a bit of tension in them and such a thing could have been dealt with then and there -- but again, fate waved her hand. Najia stormed into the room. His eyes parted from Sarine and his hands hesitantly released her as he cut a venomous stare towards the 2 who entered his chamber. Any ire he may have felt at their disruption was short lived however, because has soon being told that Salome had been taken.The two girls looked to him after having their bit of back and forth, both of them asking the same question. Could he get her back? Of course he could. Retrieval was and had been his duty to the pit for many years..it was something he had always shown a knack for, and something he enjoyed doing. The collar was placed to the concubines throat for just that reason -- to call her back should she stray further than was allowed. But to use the collar would be to solve only 1 problem. Beyond retrieval there had to be a deeper cause..and that cause would be retribution. No one came into his home without his permission, and what’s more…nobody stole from him. Not even his kin were bold enough to take from him. For him to fume in a bout of boundless rage, to become so irate that something was destroyed or someone was killed -- that would have been expected. What was not expected though was what he in fact did.His hands reached out, the left cupping Najia’s cheek while the right curled around Sarine’s. The hate and competition between the two of them didn’t matter at that moment, he still drew them towards him. His arms wrapped around the shoulders of both young women as he affectionately brought them against his body and squeezed them He cantered his head and in turn his forehead rested against foreheads of both girls respectively. Looking to them both at the same time he finally spoke;”Firstly, yes. The collar will bring her back without fail. It’s why it was placed there. But that is not what we are going to do. Returning Salome is only a small part of the solution. We are going to enact something far more..substantial than merely bringing the imp back to us. Do not worry..I will return her..and the one who took her…I will have them here before you both. I give you my word.”A kiss was pressed to the top of each girls head as his hands slid longingly across the backs of their necks and fell away only after he’d caressed their faces and stepped between them toward the door of his room. He did not even regard Carese’s presence, he simply passed her by as he exited his room and turned towards the staircase. Making his way down the hall he spoke aloud;”Val`Tir…” He passed a mirror in the hallway and when he spoke, a long, thin, crimson skinned creature seemed to grip the edges of the mirror and pull itself free behind him. It immediately fell into step behind him without saying a word. ”Saveron..” From the shadows created by the flailing curtains of a hallway window, a less svelte black skinned being stepped forth, and it too fell into step behind him without speaking. ”Keearah…” A third being came, only this one was a dark blue skinned female, her form completely nude other than her knee length hair which seemed to move along her flesh as if each strand were its own living entity. She too fell in line behind him. And as he reached the top of the stairway he paused and turned to face them.”You have been summoned as harbingers. An imp belonging to one of my possessions has been taken. The taker is a demoness..Talisy Aensland. She should not be difficult to find and her defenses are minimal at best. You are to find where she is residing, return to me with as much information as you can gather. Under no circumstances are you to approach or engage her or any who may serve her. The one who offers me the best information will be granted a one year right to ascension to be used at their leisure. Do not fail me. Any of you.”They knew better than to speak. Instead they only nodded their heads and disappeared. 1 returning to the mirror, the other vanishing within shadow, and the last seeming to fade away into the air itself. When they had all gone he stood at the top of the staircase, his eyes so intense that the heat of his gaze threatened to scorch the flesh of his face. Beneath his skin it looked as though a multitude of serpents slithered, disturbed by the tempest of rage and hostility that burned so deeply inside him. His hands moved instinctively to the hilts of his blades and squeezed harshly around them.The issues with his kin could wait. A new enemy had presented themselves and he would deal with them first. He decided at that moment he would make an example out of this Talisy, a warning to stand for all time…..knock softly on the door of wrath, and stand not on the other side when it finally answers.
Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 9:38 pm
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The anger he had anticipated was there in full force. Although it was well a rather plesant treat to see the state of undressed pleasure of the Mistress's Mistress. However the promise of retribution, punishment still hung there perhaps that's why he chose to beat all hell and fled the hall back for the concubine's wing. Back to Salome's own room he went into and sat at her chair. "I failed you mistress, I won't fail again."As if imploring her to give him another chance. Something he knew Salome rarely did, chances were a dime a dozen easily bartered in her opinion which was why he had a feeling things were going to be bad very soon. He hated that a high dosed tranquilizer designated and designed to take out hell bounds and demons had dropped him so hard that he'd done.. Nothing. "When all is said and done, I vow on the 8th ring of hell, that I too will have my vengeance upon the one that caused my fall from my Mistress's grace."-------------
Another time, another place and space showed a stone tower to which like sleeping beauty the center of the room rested a silvered bed of sorts with flashing lights, bleeping monitors of the high tech world of Talisy. The unconcious demoness was however starting to awaken and stirr. As with the Demoness's attentions turned to something else she'd ecaped notice long enough to start to come closer to lucidity.
Salome heard the world around her, the soft humm of water, the sound of feet all around her. The pain of things impaling her flesh and the beep of machinery monitoring her. She would have loved nothing more then to tear it out and summon forth her small little army that as of lately with a book that she'd been graced to use for good behavior.
The thought resonated , the wish to return home. The wish to bring forth the death of her father and all those that serve him. The woman was one of his therefor, morlis once again shouldered another woman's deep unabiding hatred. The fact she'd been taken from her place, her refuge and sanctuary just chapped her ass like so much horse riding.
A solitary finger moved, she felt it and was concious if it shifting which brought a mental smile. She'd awaken soon from this living nightmarish dream and when she did she was going to have someone's head for this. No one messed with Mistress Salome and got away with it! The fact that Andras was now in chaos, that her Princess was pissed off, Her sister whom just so soon ago was happy was now furious or that the Demon Lord now was in things was unknown. All that was is the purple haired wench and her father must die.
Some how, some way if it took a pact with the very devil himself, she'd be there in the end seeing it come to light. A thought, a happy thought to her at least before the world shifted to black. The air she'd recieved changed, thick, heavy it made her laugh a moment. "Damn you Talisy."
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Post originally by Character_Talisy AenslandShe kept the music flowing, ebbing through Sylvana's mind and after stupidly not paying attention to Salome's monitors the girl had nearly woken. Not a smart move but then Sylvana had been at a critical juncture so there was no way in hell she'd have gone from one to another. Already the venom was spreading through the garou female.
Physical attributes had shifted, her body had undergone a very cruel shifting. Forced unlike her natural garou state, it was hard on the girl. Twice her heart had stopped and had to be defibulated. By now she had a pretty good fucking idea that somehow.. Someone had to know she was missing especially when she lost her twice only to get rekindled. Lucky for her that is, as tali's hand slid to her violet hair that was working it's way free of the heavy braid.
Salome was a problem, she had no time for the girl right now. Perhaps she should just shunt the girl for now or put her in a state of stasis. To freeze her within ice and store her away as if she was a body being prepped for autopsy. It was definately a possibility at this point as honestly, the wolf had her attention more then the bitchy imp that was her lover's wayward daughter.
No she knew not of Morlis's affairs with his family, only it seemed like he didn't really give a flying fuck either. It was almost an Aensland trait which made her giggle softly at times at how much Morlis hated being compared to Dorian. Not that she could or would blame him. The second Morlis compared her to another woman she was going brawling, collar or not.
She hated being compared as it was something the violate haired demoness strove for, she strove to be unique, different. So as she sat there watching her monitors she had to consider what she could be up against at this point.
She knew damn well Andras would have told Discord's daughter, Princess Najia of the Syre that her pet was taken from her grasp. Whom the Princess had alligned herself well there was no way in hell that talisy could know that. However, she knew the collar on the girl was very.. very powerful, more powerful then anything that she could construct physically. Technologically through science she could come close, but the magic there, the strenght. She was vastly outclassed there, she just hoped whatever made that collar didn't come knocking on her door.
However due to the state of things, She sent for her guard from Makai. The portal opened from the portal room through the encoded keys and time span. She allwoed the gaurd into that of her palace. "Spread out, keep vigilant. It is the command of the Princess of Makai. No one, is to enter this facility without my authorization and without passage key which would bring them to this room." She flourishingly waved to the portal room."Remain armed all 100 of you. If you fail, I will unlease the son of Kaiser the Guardian Demon Dragon of Makai upon you and your families." She roared. Her tone, her authorative aura alone brooked no arguments. To say the least even she was preparing for a possible problem, her body was feeling the tension which set off both her curse and her blood to what she was.
Once the guard were stationed, she'd then gone back to the main tower with Sylvana and started working on the warding. "Ensure all the points and wards are kept active, shields and sensors now scanning ever 3 seconds. Anything out of the ordinary, no questions just termination." She ordered to all her staff. The half dozen or so citizens of her underwater city that were her lab technitions and care takers. The 100 guards from the Makai, the 2 prisoners and herself.
Let the games begin...
Hitting a button her tower filled with a song that resonated all to affirmitavely as to what could be she had a sneaking suspicine her last 24 hours and change.
The three that hunted her at the Demon Lord's commands met with a grave bit of failure when the searched aleris's lands. There was nothing, Then the search of the Eternal empire which might allert those that dwelled there that something was up if they weren't cautious. Morlis knew she was up to something but if his place was searched, there was nothing that could give her away, except him.
Search of the Makai would yeild that recently Talisy had opened portals, that she had taken a fraction of the Royal Guard to the Aensland family. But no, there was nothing. Just a few dozen labratories that yeilded some interesting results as to what the female collected, the drug creation places. All in all, there was a lot to play with but nothing to betray where the demoness was.
Time and space might yeild other results, the qeustion was. Was the infernal and his compatriots, capable of finding this would be violet haired Carmen Sandiego.
Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 1:07 am
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As much as she wished to turn her anger on Sarine both for reasons that were, and were not, because of the other woman this just wasn’t about them. Salome had been taken by the little demon she’d rejected as a potential concubine and there would be Hell to pay. Pun intended. Static gathered them both into his arms and though her first reaction was to stiffen at being so close to Sarine she wouldn’t pull away and give her competition the chance to be close to him without her.
Turning her face into his shoulder she clung to him, forgetting that Sarine was there and just focusing on his nearness and the comfort his presence offered her. If he said they would get Salome back, they would get her back. She breathed him in, his strength, his power…just him in general and when he drew away and left the room she felt his absence keenly. Glaring at Sarine she saw the succubus’ attention shift to Carese who still hovered uncertainly in the doorway to Static’s suite having never been admitted into his sanctuary before.
With a smirk in Sarine’s direction she moved to where Carese stood, concern for her twin obvious on her lovely face, and reaching out she slid her right hand beneath Carese’s blonde tresses and cupped the back of her neck lightly. It was a gesture meant to display possession and dominance to be sure and with another smirk in Sarine’s direction she used the grip she had on Carese to draw the other woman to her until their bodies were pressed together and claiming Carese’s lips she kissed her in a manner that left no uncertainly to their relationship. This was by no means an affectionate peck or a reassuring gesture but an openly carnal assault on the blood doll’s lips, her tongue parting the soft folds until she could ravage Carese’s mouth until the half succubus, half imp, pressed herself wantonly to Najia, unable to stop the desire in spite of their audience and the circumstances.
Drawing back she smiled gently at Carese for she did truly like the other girl in spite of who her sister was.”If Static says he will get her back, he will. Don’t worry. I’m going to go and watch the Eye…just in case.”She loved the oculus, loved watching whomever she wished whenever she wished, provided they did not have the power to block the eye of hell of course. In this instance it wasn’t that she felt Static needed her help she just needed to be doing something, anything. She was angry and concerned and that was never a good condition for the impetuous vampire succubus. Self control was not her strong suit and she knew if she did not focus her anger she would lose it somewhere, somehow, and that wouldn’t help anything for now.
She suspected the sisters would no doubt like to speak and while she didn’t give a flying fuck about Sarine she wanted Carese to be happy and her sister was part of that. Leaving them to talk she did exactly as she said she would and went to the secured room that only she and Static had full access too, for now, and activating the eye she commanded it to seek out Salome.
It took some time to locate her, Talisy wasn’t a sitting duck of course, but no demon whether Surface or Hell born is exempt from the far reaching hand, and Eye, of Hell and eventually the eye revealed what she was looking for. Time on Earth moved differently than it did in the other realms, faster in this case, and it was obvious from the sight of Salome’s battered face that she had been with Talisy some time. The purple haired whore in question was with her and she seemed awfully upset about something.
Her anger peaked at the sight of Salome’s battered face but it eventually became clear that someone was attacking Talisy’s fortress and quickly she commanded to show her who was attacking and why. She didn’t recognize Akuma or Natani but Alidia she certainly did. She’d never met the other woman personally but she knew quite a bit about all the women in Morlis’ life given he had once been her step father and the reason she was even half demon. And this woman was now a part of a party attacking another of Morlis’ women.
Perhaps for once Morlis had had nothing to do with it. It was when the eye showed just who they were fighting to get back that she began to cackle in amusement. She recognized Sylvana of course having seen her consorting with Morlis in the eye and knew just who she was tied too. Everyone who had ever lived within Eternelle Lune or even the other realms they frequented knew who Ameerah Amunet, Valorius, and their parents were and she also knew the silvery blonde haired girl was a wolf tied to Ameerah. Oh this was getting better and better.
She watched as Talisy was beaten into a retreat and the moment she saw her open a rift and drag Salome with her she bolted from the room that housed the Eye, her bare feet barely touching the ground as she practically flew down the hallways, her voice echoing through the corridors as she sought out Static.”STATIC!!!!! She left!! She’s moving right now!!!”Where the hell was he!? Finally she found him and nearly collided with his back as she came to a screeching halt. Gripping to his back to keep herself from toppling over she began to speak, her words coming out in a tumbled rush as she tried to describe everything she had seen in the eye with as much haste as possible.”She didn’t just take Salome she took a girl belonging to the de Sade’s too! They just attacked her fortress to get her back and the bitch fled! She’s on the move right now and she still has Salome!”
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There was certainly no love lost between herself and the little brat that also held Stativare’s favor but in this they were united so when Stativare drew her into his side she did not fight his hold but rather let her head rest upon his shoulder, accepting the comfort as it was intended. It was rare for such gentle gestures to come from the imposing Prince of Hell so she appreciated it for the rare gift that it was. When he drew away it was with some reluctance that she released him and she watched his back until he vanished from sight.
Her attention went immediately to Carese who, at that very moment, was grabbed by Najia and kissed in a way reserved only for lovers. Dark amber eyes narrowed on the entwined pair and her hatred for Najia seethed from her gaze until their lips parted. Before the younger woman had another chance to glance her way her features had been schooled into the cold mask of indifference she typically wore, her rigid self control tamping down any violent urges she might have had. It disgusted her the way demons of her breed behaved as if they hadn’t a shred of self control, citing what they were as an excuse. Case in point, her Father.
Finally Najia departed and she was left alone with her younger sister. They were both concerned for Salome so she resisted any urge she might have had to yell at her sister for willingly binding herself to Najia in any fashion so instead took her out of Stativare’s private chamber and to her own suite across the hall from Najia’s where they sat down and she asked Carese to tell her what happened and most importantly…why. She remained silent as Carese explained that she couldn’t stay with their father or Antonio after the things that had happened and the way they had behaved. She’d come to Narion looking for her twin and older sister and had been found by Najia in the adjacent cemetery. IT was where she and Najia became lovers and where she agreed to enter into Najia’s service as a feeder for the ravenous Princess. It would allow her to see her sisters and be with them always and, bottom line, she desired Najia and apparently vice versa.
Though she despised the little twit she could see that the pairing was a good fit for her sister. Carese had always had more of a sexual hunger than Salome, it seemed, and could often be just as ravenous as she knew Najia to be. And Carese retained her freedom to be with other people as she chose, whereas Salome was completely and utterly cut off from anyone else sexually that Najia did not approve, with the exception of Andras of course. She hated that either of them belonged to Najia at all but she didn’t want it to become a wedge between herself and her sisters that drove them apart. They were the only family they had left, really.
Carese had just asked how and why Sarine was there when they heard Najia screaming in the hallways. On their feet instantly they followed the sound of her shouts until they found her with Stativare spilling everything she had seen in the Eye. Moving silently up behind Najia the two of them listened to everything she had to say and when she finally fell silent she let her eyes rise to meet Stativare’s.
”She took one of Ameerah’s? She better hope they don’t catch her.”
She knew Ameerah, she also knew Duvessa, and though her own anger was palpable and Talisy would no doubt suffer mightily at the hands of the de Ingis, she also knew just what Ameerah was capable of. They weren’t overly close and she knew Ameerah despised Morlis, but they had an Aunt in common. Cahira was half sister both to Duvessa and Morlis and growing up the children had often been with Cahira at her kumpania growing up so they had met several times. There was absolutely no blood connection between them, though, and they had never really had a social one outside of those visits to Cahira’s. Still..she knew Eternelle Lune well and anyone on the bad side of the Eternal’s was fucked.
She also knew if Ameerah got to her first there’d be nothing left and her eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as she met Stativare’s gaze.
”We need to get to her first.”
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Post originally by Character_Talisy AenslandTo say she was pissed was an understatement and what's more she was torn between love of her science and care for the man that had seduced her from Dorian. However it seemed that fate was definately not on her side as she paced back and forth. The ancient fallen castle was a good place as any to hole up. It had been her labratory while she'd been in school but it wasn't good enough to keep out an attack. Secluded with nothing around her but rolling mountains. She sat there on a paraphet thinking since Salome was asleep.
This castle was once the target of a great war centeries ago. Perhaps it was because of this she'd chose it with her little guests talents. If all else failed she'd again stimulate enough of Salome's brain to create a zombie creation magic. Never the less, she wasn't happy even slightly. She knew Morlis was gone now, that she wouldn't probably ever see him at this point. She'd never see him again and that was her fault.
A hand went to her neck to detatch the collar that had brought it's owner nothing but pain since it clasped about her neck. It gave some but didn't entirely come undone. In time she probabably could pry it free to just take that much more off Morlis. He didn't need her and honestly she couldn't blame him. However she did have pressing issues that needed attending to in the form of Salome.
The girl was useful but still she was ill at ease. At times feeling as though she was being watched. Salome was being kept sedated and in a trance like state. Her plans had gone to hell , litterally. Her castle in the sea was gone, her home that was the only place that ever brought her true happiness was gone. And honestly, she had no one to blame but herself. It was her own fault that Elismera was destroyed and it would take forever to rebuild it.
Well aware all she had to do was ask Dorian and he'd do it for her, she sighed and rested her head in her hand. The battle that had stripped a great deal of her ego away had left her almost melancholy. "It's not over, those creatures won't rest with just aquisition as I wouldn't either. And Salome's mistress is going to frown upon this and probably act out." Her eyes closed a moment, "I screwed up, I didn't research enough." She admited to herself bitterly as she hated the acidic taste of failure as it was no better then bile rising in her throat. She had no clue at this point how Sylvana was doing other then the wolf girl had survived barily the transition corruption of vampireism. The blood of a 5th gen Gangrel flowing through her veins, as to her it was ironic. A shifter fora shifter, a violent tendacy'd woman for a violent irrational vampire. It was a good match and yet there was more to it. A great deal more and she almost wished she could watch the girls transition.
She'd chosen this castle for Salome's talents but also another reason. It was here in this decrepit old place that would never draw people's gaze. That her uncle Christopher Aensland had hidden his reality gem. A creation of science and magic that altered any whom entered it's sphere's reality. Leaving the actual reality for another, but at a cost that was sometimes fatal. Especially if one didn't know how to handle it.
For years she'd studied it enough to know how to work it, how to use it but even she was leary of it. There was no definate as to if she could handle it despite her lineage. There was however a definate and right now, she was the underdog in her own game. Normally when things were bothering her this much she left her labs and went clubbing. Went out to just have fun, perhaps feed on a stupid male thinking he's getting lucky.
She wasn't lucky at this point though, if she left, she was as good as dead. Not without her little meatsheild of pink fluff. She could handle a great many things but oddly the unknown was weighing too heavily upon her.
There were things to get that needed to be here as this place was not prepared. Summoning another of her assistants, she handed over a list. There was a delivery to be made, several pick ups and something truely odd from Talisy but never the less the woman would comply and vanished as easily as she appeared.
There wasn't a want to experiment on Salome at this point just a deep unabiding almost hesitation. The battle had just begun and she was already counting the losses.
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Post subject: Re: Thieves go to Hell you know....
Post originally by Character_Talisy AenslandTime was stretching and it seemed as though no one was going to attack the falling castle. That suited her at this point, she needed to go out and feed as as much as she stimulated the sleeping girl, she couldn't feed from her. It repulsed her and she was getting more and more irratic and irrational at that point. Every waking moment was a game of hide and go seek with her own sanity and anger.
It was what branched the game she was about to play. She left salome locked in the dungeon of the castle under heavy gaurd, sedation and left the castle herself. Through another rifted portal she went through to another time, another place where she'd collect a few things to help herself feel better.
The succubus had to feed as honestly she was at a state of starving almost due to keeping constantly on guard. The portal opened just outside Versailles. The reign of Louis XIV had always intreagued her since she needed some sort of revelry to lift her downtrodden spirits and feed from. She decided to enter the court, and go from there. A brief break would allow her some calm and quiet.
Back at the scottish castle, a woman that stood identical to Talisy stood in a ancient throne room. Besides a throne, conducting talisy's business. The woman was that of tali's own flesh and blood. A creation with a slight flaw that most never noticed. It was because of that, that she was ideal for this temporary outting.
The creation faltered in the light, the differences between tali were clear, the hair color was more a light purple instead of tali's own vivid. She was taller then her creator and as such if put side to side, she seemed the older sister as she did do just that, the creation aged. Mortal even in it's presence she'd had to bind her own aura to the clone before leaving. It would be a short excursion but a needed one.
Maybe luck would be on her side as on the outskirts of Versailles, she swirled shadows about her form creating her illusionary gown over her own outfit. Black beaded and purple satin creation that was worthy of a princess as she was one. Sorta. Her hair was transformed into a soft dark blonde hue with a few streaks of the rich dark purple strands. Her eyes she left alone as they were a unique feature and she hated contacts.
A ball was going on and that was the ideal entrance of the Princess of Makai. A small country just beyond the great seas. Delicate seaming the young demoness entered after smiling at a guard. A man rushed to her side kissing at her cheek as if they were aquainted and with a tip of her regal head she smiled and with that for the time being dismissed the hunt of herself.
She'd start her own hunt to feed, It had been ages since she'd indulged in anything beyond dreams and was tired more often. So now the succubus was acting on her own and indulging herself. Let the foolish people go after Salome and her doppleganger, for now she was going to have fun.
Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 10:02 am
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