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Post by Khallayne on Sept 21, 2008 20:25:26 GMT -4
The cool wind rushed through brown locks as a man sat upon a stone wall, long legs dangling elegantly in the open air. Below him, many meters was the ground, cold and hard, covered in white dust as winter’s wrath blew through the thick fabrics of his clothes, but the man didn’t feel it. He felt nothing of any sense, his body numb to everything aside the hunger that gnawed at him. It was this hunger that caused him to sit upon his high throne, ruler of the darkness that swirled around him like the dancing wind.
Casually blue eyes flickered across the seen around him, looking at the poor fools that fought against the snow. People fought through their whole lives, and in the end, they died, the miserable things. A dark smirk showed upon his lips as he silently slipped down from the wall, his cloak billowing in all directions around him. His feet barely touched the ground before he appeared to be soaring across the ground, the speed of a vampire taking him across the hard ground without a sound, unable to be seen. People turned, people would always turn when he was near, but none of them would see the death that he would impose on them. No one needed to see it.
Without warning he slipped being a man, sinking his fangs into the man’s tender neck, a hand around the man’s mouth, silencing him, another holding him in a vice-grip as he tore out his neck, drinking in the blood savagely as his blue eyes gleamed brightly, shinning ever so faintly with the life that his body so lacked.
Slowly he turned around, staring at the other few people who continued to walk, obvious, choosing his next victim as he flitted between the trees and left another victim upon the ground, blood showing upon his hands and face, a noble of death and pain. He lost not a moment as he attacked another, killing for the mere pleasure of killing, a chilling laugh escaping his lips as the white snow was tainted red by his doing.
Nimbly he spun on his feet, twirling in the falling snow, black cape fanning out behind him as he looked towards the stars, smirking darkly towards them. No one could stop him. A single person hadn’t stopped him in ages. Ah the beauty of power and freedom, it was what allowed the vampire to continue living as freely as he did.
It was at that moment where the most beautiful sound reached his ears, the fear-stricken screech of someone who had finally found his first victim. The last of the fools walking. His blood rushed in his ears as he flitted towards the little child in battered clothes, dirty from living from the streets. Blue lips daunted him not as he smirked, the Blood Prince, as another shrill shriek escaped through her little lips. Silenced by his cruel fangs, he allowed the child to drop lifelessly to his feet, licking at his bloodied lips as he cleaned his white ivory fangs.
The dead that scattered around him were beautiful in his eyes, and the dead child at his feet was his trophy as he gently folded her hair out around her in the snow. She looked like a sleeping angel, if one ignored the fact that her jugular had been torn out. An angel, like he used to be. It is to be hoped that she would find no angels in heaven. There would be no one to meet her there. There had been no one to meet him in his cruel death, only this darkness that encased him.
Silently he danced back towards his wall, escalating it slowly as he stood upon its cold surface, looking at the disaster below, an aristocrat in the night, the jewel of death. Silently his eyes roamed along the path outside of the town, clear blue eyes resting upon everything and nothing. There was no more challenge for him in killing. No one heard him, no one fought him, and it was beautiful.
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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Sept 21, 2008 20:57:19 GMT -4
He didn't understand what he had done wrong. There was nothing! He'd done as he was told! A cry rang out in the small, torchlit room as a whip flew down and came into contact with skin with a sickening, wet sound.
The owner of the said whip said nothing, but his face was contorted with anger and disgust, utter displeasure. The cries and whimpers of the one he was whipping only served to fuel it, for the man knew full well that the thing that lay curled and bloodied on his floor was trying to remain silent. He merely curled his lip and brought down the whip brutally across a bare back that was already covered with fresh lashes, and scars from old ones. “You're nothing but a filthy wretch!” He said, punctuating his words with another blow, this time opting for his foot, causing his victim to try to be flung over with another yelp for each kick, trying to make himself smaller all the while.
Truth be told, the man was drunk. He'd been drinking to try and forget his misfortune, and, in the way drunks always seem to manage these things, he decided that it was his slave's fault. The slave that could do nothing but what he was told to do. The man found it laughable and irritating at the same time. There was nothing. No complaints, no temper... Nothing. The only way he could seem to find something of the person that was supposed to be his 'perfect' slave was when he beat him. Which, to be honest, brought him to relief even though he tried to convince himself of it.
The thin, crumpled thing lay on the floor, trying to stifle his whimpers and to keep as much blood as he could off the floor. But, of course, that was extremely difficult because he couldn't see the blood he was dripping onto the floor. Ignoring the pain, he brought himself onto his knees when there was a pause in his master's fit of rage, kneeling before the man, his head near the ground. He dared not look up. This, however, did not seem to please the man, not in the least. With one last snarl, he grabbed the boy by his stark white hair and dragged him across the room, darkly satisfied at the sounds of pain, and threw the lad out into the snow, slamming the door behind him and bolting it.
The wretch could freeze to death, fr all he cared. If he didn't, he might just let him in the house again... He wasn't sure. He staggered over to his chair and slumped down into it in a drunken stupor, and fell asleep after a while,t he whip slipping from his hand.
The boy, however, after dragging his face out of the snow, could only sit on the ground, shivering. He didn't feel the cold as much as he could have, but he had spent most of the cold season indoors, making him more sensitive to it. But, his shivering was more due to shock, than anything. Silently, tears began falling from his sightless eyes as he held himself. He didn't understand where he had gone wrong... His master had wished someone dead, and he had obliged... What was so wrong with that? But, he couldn't stay there all night... He had a relative idea of where he was, and struggled to his feet, blood dripping onto the white snow, and tried to find himself somewhere less in the open. There was a big wall not to far from there... It he could find a pile of boxes beside it, or something, it would serve well enough...
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Post by Khallayne on Sept 21, 2008 21:56:13 GMT -4
The delightful smell of crimson life wafted into the vampire’s nostrils as a pale hand flicked strands of brown locks behind an ear. The night was ripe with torture and pain brewing and bubbling. Screams echoed to and fro, reminding him that other hunters were near, but none would dare disturb him, not upon his lands, and in his frenzied moments, the lives that passed through here were his for the taking. No one would dare contest.
The slow movement of another attracted his attention as the whelp that struggled across the snowy ground caught his eyes. The ferocious grin was back, the smile that gave off the feeling of a well sharpened blade slide upon the flesh of a neck. Softly he laughed, the dark laughter that was his trademark, the slow chuckle of rolling thunder deep in the distance.
So this one was trying to hide, was he? A little fool, having been kicked out from his master’s home was crawling upon the ground. Perhaps had the vampire had even the faintest inkling of a soul, he would probably have allowed him to die gently, watch him fall into the night. Kyandir had no soul. He had only the delight of killing, the only craving that could never be satisfied. Vanishing in the night was no longer an option.
Deftly the vampire landed upon the ground, following the poor fool as he walked behind him, the danger in the night. A predator beyond belief, the vampire stopped only to breathe in the smell of the other, allowing it to consume him. Precious blood it was, the red beads that flowed to the ground. So pretty.
“Why hello, slave.” The cruel words flowed from his mouth like water through a stream as Kyandir walked behind the other, sharp claws trailing along Ven’s neck as he pulled the other closer to his body, nearly blocking out any chance the other had to catch an inch of breath. “Aren’t you in a pathetic mess... Daddy throw you out?” Remorseless laughter escaped his lips as he slowly trailed his tongue along the other’s back, tasting the blood.
So sweet the essence of this creature’s life was. Perhaps death would be a sin for this one. His blood flowed through his veins, sizzled within the death of his heart. Almost painful, and much thrilling. Yes, a pity it would be to kill him. But he could always give him a fright.
“Is it life you cling to so strongly?” He inquired, his teeth running against Ven’s ear as his claw slowly marked a red trail along Ven’s neck, creating little pains. He wasn’t going to kill him. No need to get it over with. With his free hand, claws scrapped along the other’s back, running over fresh wounds. How he couldn’t wait to have this wretch in his home. He would be his, and his forever...
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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Sept 21, 2008 22:25:16 GMT -4
Normally, he would have sensed the Vampire coming nearer, maybe even tried to stay away from him if there was an inkling of a chance. But, as it was, Ven wasn't even noticing the soft sounds of the night, let alone the minds of others. They were blocked out by pain. So, when he heard someone speak in his ear and scrape something sharp against his neck, he flinched away from it, and only managed a feeble attempt at getting away once the hand was around his neck, limiting his breathing. Hearing his voice again, however, chilled him more than mere cold could. It was like his vein were suddenly running with ice instead of the warm blood that dripped from his body.
The slave flinched again when he felt the Vampire's tongue run over a small part of his bare back, failing to withhold a shudder. He was all out of sorts. His life was thrown upside down by his master's behavior, and then he was thrown out... He hardly knew what to do with himself, never mind how to control his reactions. Tears still fresh upon his cheeks, he nodded faintly, as much as he could, at the second question, compelled to answer. Or try to. But... he needed to get home... Despair was running through him when more bright spots of pain greeted him. First the side of his neck, and then across his mangled back, tearing an agonized yelp from his lips as his legs gave out beneath him.
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Post by Khallayne on Sept 21, 2008 22:39:21 GMT -4
Kyandir laughed darkly once more, looking at the little one as his tongue slipped into open wounds. He gently licked at the blood, cleaning the edges of one wound before he went to the next, his mind reeling in contentment. He could almost purr like a kitten.... Almost.
Slowly his hand slid down his chest, his claws against his bare flesh as he pushed the other against his cold hard chest, licking along his neck at the wound that he had created. Ah this creature was too sweet to taste, but as addictive as the best of gin. “Don’t you worry, slave, you won’t have to go back to your master anymore...” A smirk was upon his face as he ran a hand through Ven’s stark white locks, as pure as the snow. “You’ll be getting a new one.” He chuckled darkly as he brutally sank his fangs into the other’s neck, both arms wrapping around him, holding him effortlessly against his cold body, one hand upon his mouth, stopping him from yelling as he fed, his fangs piercing the sensitive flesh over and over again, marking him, deliberately, painfully to the life that he would have to live forever.
He was merciless as he harshly grabbed the other, turning him around so Ven’s blind eyes could be facing his. “You are now mine, until the end of time. You are to obey no one but me. You are to listen to no one but me. And you are never to leave. Understood?” The vampire inquired harshly as his eyes glowed bright blue. His tones were demanding as he bore into Ven’s mine with his powers, his claws holding Ven’s jaw bone. A vampire’s servant would be hard shoes to fill.
“Now stay.” He barely waited for an answer as he flitted off, following the smell of Ven’s blood back to the house, where he heinously tore the body to shreds, destroying every inch of the master, making sure that he couldn’t come back to life. The house was a mess, but Ven would no longer have anyone notice that he was missing. The poor lad would have no one but he as a companion, a slave to his bitter end... A slave for eternity. How sweet the thought.
Calmly Kyandir walked back towards Ven, a dark smirk upon his face as he leaned against the wall, watching him. How his torment sent the vampire’s heart soaring. It was nice to be dead.
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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Sept 21, 2008 23:05:54 GMT -4
Feeling Kyandir's tongue slip in and out of the wounds on his back, Ven gasped at the shock, his body attempting to flinch away from the other in vain, whimpering faintly. It hurt... However, to try and distract himself from the sharp, stinging sensation, he opened his mind, forced himself to listen to what was around him, and nearly caved back in immediately after. The Vampire was enjoying himself immensely... Did that mean that he would never go home?
And then he was pressed up against something hard and cold, trapped. Again, the other licked at him, this time it was his neck. Again, he was chilled by Kyandir's voice, but the words confused him at the same time. Why wouldn't he have to go home anymore? It didn't make sense. Of course he had to go back. It was where he belonged. His eyes widened, however, at the second part of what was said. A new one? Why a new one? What was wrong with his Master? He wanted to ask, but fangs tore into his neck, his scream muffled by the hand that covered his mouth. By the time Kyandir had finished, Ven's throat was raw, he was shaking badly, and fresh tears adorned his face.
Abruptly, he was grabbed and turned around, and he managed to stay on his feet by some miracle, but was really only held standing by the hands that held him. At the demands made of him, Ven's eyes widened for a moment, before he lowered them (or closed them,it was hard to tell), and nodded, “Yes, sir.” He answered quietly, his voice broken and weak. However, unbeknownst to Ven, there was something in his mind that retaliated against the mental intrusion, making an attempt at shutting the other out, but there was something that was holding it back, and it was by no means the threat.
As he was told to stay, the white-haired slave fell to the ground, his legs refusing to hold his weight. So, he simply sat there in the snow, a trembling hand reaching to to touch his ravaged neck, but not quite managing the courage to do it, so it hovered instead. He didn't know where Kyandir had gone, but he knew he would be back. There was no doubt. But that didn't make him any less shellshocked, any less numb to himself and what was around him. It would likely hit him once things had calmed a bit.
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Post by Khallayne on Sept 21, 2008 23:46:25 GMT -4
The vampire had read all the looks of horror upon his mind, and he couldn’t help be revel in it. This pathetic creature was his. A blood so sweet tasting that he would have given his other rare find to anyone to be allowed to feed upon his blood forever. ... Well, perhaps not, the little creature within his home was more precious to him than anyone he had ever met. Her blood would be his salvation. He knew that much, but for now, he had another meal.
He laughed darkly as the lad attempted to touch his neck. And silently he treaded through the snow, placing his hand upon Ven’s neck, roughly picking him off the ground as he healed the man’s whole body. Leaving no wound upon Ven as he whispered darkly in his ear. “From now on, you will utter no more sounds of pain. If you utter sounds they shall be of pleasure. I will have no weaklings in my household.” The vampire snarled softly, cradling him against his chest as he vanished, on a mirage of white feathers falling to the ground.
He appeared within his yard, Ven in his arms. A certain aura hovered around the dark mansion, a certain warning of death as skeletons littered the ground, and rats scuttled around. He had yet to find a gardener that could survive her. “You are to walk into the house. It is straight, there is a clear path, and the doors are open.” He muttered softly, testing him. The trials had begun...
From inside the mansion, black eyes opened upon the porcelain sculpture in the chair. Swiftly the walls around her grew as she searched out the halls, and rooms, looking for the presence that she sensed. Master was home, but there was someone else.
Quickly her senses rushed outside, and she spotted the newcomer from the doorway as her energy hovered around the house, sealing it in deep dark waves of mental pain. She would tear the stranger’s mind apart if they walked through the doors. Her weapons were aimed, and she was prepared to fire as unseen energy sizzled through the air. Let them come, the people who wanted to harm this place... Let them attack, and she would watch them. She would be the one to defeat them...
And upon her throne of barbed wire and electricity, a child sat, her head hanging faintly downwards as sea green hair cascaded in her face. Everything about her was perfect, her little dress not even wrinkled, and her hair silkily brushed. Pale white lips were sowed shut as her black eyes closed, and she gave way to her power as her body went limp and the chains rattled softly. Trapped upon her throne, the little princess sat, ready to kill.
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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Sept 23, 2008 12:37:59 GMT -4
He hadn’t noticed that the other had returned, and Ven nearly didn’t hear him laughing. He couldn’t understand why the other was so amused, but… Maybe he should just get to know the other better... It seemed as though he would be staying with him for a very long time, anyway… Feeling himself being grabbed by the neck and lifted, he gasped in pain, whimpering faintly, only to strangle the sound until nothing came from his lips at his Master’s next words. No sounds of pain… And then he was cradled against the Vampire. All he could do was rest his head against his shoulder, aware that they had left the familiar area of his former home, and gone somewhere new.
Upon his next set of instructions, the Akn’ypheidr pulled away from the man hesitantly, trying to discover if Kyandir had meant right that second, and turned his face to the house, his ears propped forward as he focused on it. There was… something odd about it. After a moment, he realized that it was the presence of someone that didn’t want him there (anyone, really) that covered the house. How strange. He couldn’t help it, but at this realization, his ears flicked back for a moment, unwilling to disturb whoever was protecting the house, torn. But he had orders… Who was he to refuse?
Frowning, Ven stepped towards the house, a hand stretched out in front of him so that he wouldn’t walk right into the door, if it was closed. Carefully, he made his way over, and took a second to find the door handle, his hand resting on it momentarily before turning it, letting the door swing open on silent hinges as he stepped over the threshold.
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Post by Khallayne on Sept 23, 2008 21:17:57 GMT -4
Kyandir watched as Ven walked forward, eyes keen eyes focused upon the other, waiting intently to see if the child within his home would dare to attack someone so innocent... Sometimes some were spared, and other times, there would be no one left. It was hard to tell what she would do, for Mae was unpredictable. Beautiful she was, and almost anyone who saw her fell in love with her immediately, or felt the passion to protect her. He, the heartless one, the Prince of blood, had been that way too, in the beginning, and now he hated her.
The little princess had an intelligence that surpassed any child's that he had ever met. Her powers were horrible and excruciating, while her heart was as cold as death. She was nothing but a puppet now, controlled by the broken words that now comforted her when she attempted to yell out. If only he could get someone to feed her. She'd be better as an adult, than she was as a child. Her race wasn't well known, either, which worked to his advantage. Hopefully Ven would be safe....
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Maellushyal felt the intruder walk within the house, and without warning,her powers were released as her fragile body struggled against the chains before going still. Her mind speared into Ven's digging through his mind's defenses without a moment of hesitation. And what she saw caused her to recoil faintly before she attempted to tear through his mind, her mental claws raking at him, wanting him to fall.
Her powers sizzled and coiled as the walls started shaking and swords started to hover away from the walls, all weapons in the house coming away from their holders, and pointing at Ven, he was the one who disturbed everything, thus he would be the one to pay for it all. She must protect the buildings. It was the one thing that she had left for herself... It was the only freedom that was left for her to grasp. It was the only way to be a thorn in Kyandir's side.
If she had to kill all his pets, so be it. This one would die too.
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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Sept 23, 2008 21:59:17 GMT -4
It came without warning, and it was all Ven could do to remain silent – he bit his tongue. He fell through the open door onto his knees, clutching his head, feeling as though it were ready to burst into a million pieces. He could feel every moment of her attack, every tiny movement as she tried to tear him apart. Instinctively, he tried to push her out, or at least restrain her, but the presence didn't even seem to notice. Not that that was surprising, seeing as that was Ven's weak point in his abilities – he could kept himself to himself, but he couldn't keep others out. Unless he wanted migraines later... But it would be impossible if they were attacking him the way this undeniably female presence was doing to him.
It didn't take long, however, for something to change. Although he was still on his knees, his hands clutch at his head, ears pinned back in pain, he seemed to still, in a way. The change was very minute, but it was there. Almost like someone pretending to be someone else, and doing a very good job of it.
This other 'Ven' flinched at the onslaught, but he smirked at his knees, an expression normally unseen on his face. He began blocking the other's mind, turning her attacks into useless things, giving her less traction by giving her a void within his mind. All the while, he reached out, trying to find this person, trying to discover where the little pest lay hidden, so he could deal with her himself, and not play these petty little games. Oh, he wasn't saying that it would be easy – by no means... She was powerful as well. But he could keep her busy while he looked for weak spots. That, and he could figure out this... Vampire as well. He didn't like him. Not one bit.
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Post by Khallayne on Sept 23, 2008 22:24:36 GMT -4
Mae felt the mind change within her grasp, evolve and shape, and become dangerous. The faintest of frowns showed upon her perfect lips as her body loosened even more, the chains being the only thing that held her in place. She could feel the detours that the other was making, following his every intention and movement with her mind and 'eyes'. She knew that she needed to outwit this one, not having expected the mental being within him to take control so quickly. To have outmatched her own attacks, it was nearly unheard of! She couldn't allow herself to panic or to think that she would fail, instead, she simply took a deep breath, longing to be able to stand and stretch her legs... It wouldn't happen, but the thought was pleasing enough to allow her to sink deeper into her powers, her body becoming completely vulnerable to what was going on around her. She cared not for her corpse.
As the void opened within his mind, Maellushyal felt herself fall within the hole, sinking deeper and deeper into Iianhk'namir's mind for a moment, without a way to stop. Darkness, peace, emptiness was around her, and she could keep it this way... But there was something growing inside of her, a longing to live that she had never really felt before. She wanted to be able to live too... To be able to feel the grass beneath her feet and between her toes.
He reached out towards her, she could feel him, and that was what made her cling to the sides of his mind, closing the void slowly as she crawled out of it, her mental powers slashing at the walls that he was creating, needing to break them down. She felt the powers holding the swords back, not enough to fully stop them, but enough to hold them back from hitting their target, and she felt gipped. This man thought that he could do anything! He would have to see...
Slowly, energy seeped along the floor, dripping out like black ichor out of the room in which she was staying. Her eyes were snapped open, unseeing as she saw that he was headed into this room. She knew that there was nothing that she could do to stop him, as the energy warped and twisted around her, and she opened up her mind like a void. Then let him kill her. Let him be the one to have her poisonous blood upon his hands. Touching her life would kill him also, in the end, slowly and painfully. He could come as far as he would like, but he would only be able to do as much damage as she let him... It had been so long since she had last had a worthy opponent.
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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Sept 23, 2008 22:44:57 GMT -4
He could sense her displeasure at the change in control, at the change of the state of the mind that inhabited his body. It only made him smirk all the more – a rather dark expression that thirsted for a fight, but that also looked forward to getting a little vengeance for the pain she had caused. He could feel her trying to claw at him again, climbing out of the hole he had created for her, and frowned, closing the opening, trying to trap her there, but not quite managing it. Damn! He was getting rusty. How he hated that he had to be the one locked away... It was frustrating, to say the least.
He heard the swords clattering on the ground beside him, most of the barely missing their intended victim. These, however, he ignored, as he let his mind rush toward her, taking the chance to attempt an attack as she pulled away from the void. Then he stopped. Something wasn't right... he had gotten as far as her mind, bringing them together, in a way, but it was too... Easy. She was open. Waiting, it seemed. Almost inviting. Just what was she planning? He frowned, displeased by this puzzlement. He didn't like surprises. And this had 'SURPRISE' labeled on it. However, he knew exactly where she was, now. Maybe it would be better to look for her physically, then to fall into some mental trap. He wouldn't put it past her to try something like he had only moments before.
Wincing at what felt like bruised knees, Iianhk'namir brought himself to his feet, a hand still on his head while the other used the wall for support, for good measure. The Vampire was watching. He stumbled on into the house, turning into a dark hallway after letting his hand go into the emptiness, and then grope for the corner and wall as he turned. He was headed for the girl... Once he reached the door, he paused again, undecided, evaluating his choices.
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Post by Khallayne on Sept 23, 2008 23:00:06 GMT -4
In the room she waited for him, her eyes seeing but blind as she looked at the door that was partially ajar. He was right outside it. She could see him looking at the door, pondering upon the fact if he wanted to come in or not. She could read his mind as easily as she could read her own, and she knew that she had him pondering.
Come hither, precious, little Iianhk'namir... Come hastily and join me... She thought to herself as the door slowly crept open, revealing a child slumped within a chair. Her pale blue skin almost seemed to shine, though if one looked closely, one could swear that they could see all her veins and her bones beneath. Whether an illusion or not, no one knew.
Sea green hair fell around her face in silky waves, different colors mingling together, covering most of her face. Little dainty hands rested limply within her lap, her head erect as her black eyes rested open. Upon her skin, a long dark burgundy-wine colored dress covered her body, long flowing sleeves almost covering her fingers, and her neckline dipped just enough to show the perfectness of her neck. Little black shoes rested upon the feet of a child that looked no older than 4 or 5 years old sat upon the chair, barbed wire clinging to her fragile neck, and electric wires attacked to her head. A single wrong movement on her part, could kill her. But at the sound of the opening door, the faintest of smiles danced across her face.
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Post by Firey - Khay's Slave on Sept 23, 2008 23:12:32 GMT -4
Hearing her speak mentally, he was half tempted to simply shut her out and walk away, but he wanted to see this thing that tried to kill him. As the door opened further seemingly of its own accord, the white-haired one peered into the room with his different colored eyes, expecting to see an adult where there was a simple child of 44, maybe 5, years old. He stared at her, frowning, unsure if he wanted to believe what he was looking at. What and who are you? He asked, not too keen on rummaging through her mind yet. He was still very much mistrustful of her. Not that that was unusual, for him. He trusted no one. Especially not 'masters' and their pets.
He looked her up and down from the doorway, and around the room, before he was satisfied, and walked into the room a yard or two. It was a strange room. Nothing in it but the girl in her chair. And how she was restrained! Somehow, he couldn't blame whoever did this (presumably the Vampire) for doing this to her. She was a right little terror, and nearly did him in. If that fool had held him at bay much longer, they would have been dead. How he hated Ven, at times. As he watched her, he couldn't help but let surprise flow into his mind as he accepted the fact that she was the one who did this. She was a child. It wasn't possible, normally. Unless there was nothing 'normal' about her, then that would explain everything. She was pretty, in her own way, looking far from human, but that bothered little. All that made him resemble a human was his leather-brown skin, and maybe his hair.
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Post by Khallayne on Sept 23, 2008 23:24:53 GMT -4
As the man walked in to the doorway, she watched him, looking at him through her mental vision before changing to her actual eyes. Slowly eyelids fell downwards as her muscles twitched faintly. It had been years since she had last moved... However, that faint movement sent pain flowing through her body as electricity attacked her mind, causing her whole body to blank, and fall deep within the chair once more, black eyes vanishing.
She was still aware of everything, and she heard his question as she attempted to get her mind back into the proper order. The charge wasn't enough to kill her. It could merely do some damage. She knew that much. It simply stalled her mind for the seconds that it would take Kyandir to correct it. But he wasn't coming through the doors today. He was still waiting for the blood curling scream...
I... Do not know... Of what origin I am... She paused, her body slowly straightening up, fixing herself so she wouldn't accidentally set off the charge again. I believe... I believe that my name is Maellushyal... She told him softly, speaking to someone for the first time in years, but only with her voice.
A twitch in her fingers caused the electricity to soar once more as her lips parted as far as they could part, not a sound coming from her throat as she fell silent once more. Her body didn't show the signs of the pain. She wasn't panting, and nor was she dead. It was a start, at least. It was his surprise that she woke back up to, cursing the little movements that she yearned to do.
Were you sent to kill me? She inquired faintly, curious as to why Kyandir would bring someone stronger than her in the house. She couldn't defend herself. Her mind mostly muddled from the shocks. She didn't even have any physical strength had she been untied. There was nothing that she could do to Ven to kill him. Not that he couldn't dim. Instead, she watched him, waiting for her hour of judgement. It was soon to come.
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