Post by sidonia on Jul 1, 2008 2:18:33 GMT -5
(Man, it's been a long time since I've posted on here. o.o Hope you guys enjoy! Thanks, Riss!)
Sidonia had entered the Shelter with a gentle enough smile on her face; between her delicate beauty and facade of warmth, it's no wonder that a little boy-- perhaps five, with thick golden curls-- wanders up to her with a smile that could only be the result of blissful ignorance. Surely the nurses wouldn't let the children stay up so late... he must not be able to sleep, thinks the Vampiress to herself with a rush of savage delight. With a wary eye cast to the sleeping guardian, Sidonia kneels before the boy, lips closed so as to hide the elongated fangs. "Hello," she says quietly, her voice all lilting music. "What would your name be?" "Thebathtian," lisps the child, his brown eyes large in his freckled face. "Sebastian... what a grand name," coos the Vampiress, extending a hand toward the boy, which is taken by tiny fingers and shyly shaken. Scooping Sebastian into her arms, Sidonia starts toward the large chamber at the end of the hall. "I'm the friend of a nurse, Sebastian; my name is Sidonia. She asked me to come and tell a story to you and your friends. Would you like that?" When the boy nods vigorously, she has to fight to contain the wickedness that threatens her honey-sweet charade. "Alright... but first I'll tell a story just for you... then you'll go to sleep..." Yes, yes, eternal sleep... Sweet dreams, boy, sweet dreams....
Riss| Dreams swept the Aeromancer into ignorance, illusions of mind shielding the senses from the present danger of reality; his slumber was deep. Riss sat on a rock, and to him came the spirit of his lost familiar, Ichikei-- it must've been a nightmare, a dear friend snatched once more -- all dreams concluded this way, and it bothered the boy so. This time, held something different, however. Warnings, psychotic squalls forced eyes to squint severely, and then open to an odd sight: a woman, in the Shelter at an abnormally late time. "L-lady, the place is closed," Riss said, groggily. Obviously, he hadn't sensed any danger yet, but a feeling did churn within the confines of his gut.
Sidonia whirls around at the source of the voice, sweet smile still frozen in place despite the suspicious quickness of her actions. As full, rosy lips open to speak she realizes: she's met this boy, at some point or another. Something about his face... very familiar. Perhaps through the tiefling? But no matter; she thirsts. "I was merely taking Sebastian here to bed; I came to visit a friend," she explains smoothly, her voice made as soothing as possible. Sleep, boy... sleep.... "No need to worry yourself-- go on and rest." Not waiting for a response, she turns on her heel and continues on her merry way, determined not to give him the opportunity to protest.
Riss stood from his lethargic, crouched position in the corner as he brought a hand to stifle a yawn. Something wasn't setting well with Christian, and he couldn't place why. Sure, the woman seemed nice enough, but why was she here, of all places? She's never visited before, thought Christian as he placed a few pieces together. "Who? I'll tell them that you stopped by. You need to leave... we're closed, and surely Shaelyn wouldn't like guests past visiting hours." Sudden pain struck Riss's back; the tattoos were speaking, writhing, dieing to break free from their imprisonment. "Leave, now. You're making Indignation uneasy." Christian could feel it! The weapon wasn't lost, after all.
Sidonia simply paused, arching a brow at the obviously confused boy. "Excuse me?" she asks as politely as she can, though she must admit that he's treading on nerves raw with boredom and thirst and her patience is thin. Shaking off the question, she regains her sweetness before sweeping through the door. "I'll leave once this boy's in bed. Good night, -sir,-" she says firmly before closing the door to the schoolroom behind her and slipping a chair under the handle so it can't be turned. The puzzled child she holds in her arms is put upon a desk. "Alright, Sebastian. Now for your story. Once upon a time..." she starts, her voice trailing to a whisper as her eyes are drawn to his neck... That smooth, perfect, youth-fresh neck and all the blood that runs through it... She swallows hard. "There... there was a boy who was going to his grandmother's house.... but... but once he got there..." she continues on with some effort, swallowing again to disguise the rasp the thirst leaves her with and, essentially, skipping to the end of the story, "he was met by someone who wasn't his grandmother... but a wolf in her clothes. Not noticing, not at first, the boy said, 'Grandmother--'" "'What big ear-th you have!'" interrupts Sebastian delightedly; he knows this story. "That's right," Sidonia says with a nod, a cool hand stroking the blonde curls. "'All the better to hear you with, my dear,' the wolf replied. 'But Grandmother,' continued the boy..." "'What big eye-th you have!'" Sebastian chirped. "'All the better to see you with, my dear,'" answered Sidonia, lips finally opening to expose those large, pearly fangs. "'What... what big teeth you have...'" stammers the boy, suddenly taken aback. "'All the better,'" whispers the Vampiress, "'to eat you with, my dear....'" And with that, those fangs are pushed through skin and flesh, Sidonia's eyes closing in pure rapture as the boy's hoarse yell soon fades to nothing but the sickening sucking sound of an innocent's murder.
Riss frantically rushed to the door, jostling the knob this way and that way, but all attempts of loosing the restraint were done in vain. "Hey!" he screamed pounding on the door, "You're not allowed to escort children, that's my--" at this point the scream pierced his ears, and it died with the boy, "--job." Christian couldn't believe it; already, he had failed as a Guardian of this sacred place, and such angered him so. Booted-foot found way to door, Chaos muddling in the mixture, providing the necessary strength to kick the door from its hinges, and the chair from the path. "Plague! All of you!" Riss had enough, vampiric tools of his own awakening from their coffins, hissing with the shriek of grinding metal; his wristblades sung though the air, and they sought blood as well. Remorseless, reckless, Riss rushed towards the woman, though the odds of him reaching her were slim. He knew the abilities of a vampire: the hungrier, the stronger they became, thirst driving everything; after all, Christian had his bout with vampirism. However, if he had reached her, he went for the neck, blade of the left wrist seeking to wallow within. Putting Sidonia out of her misery, purging her of a diseased life, was kindness itself.
Sidonia had snarled as she was distracted from her meal, lips dripping Sebastian's blood as her head snaps up to meet the oncoming threat. Tossing the limp, drained body away from her, she wastes no time in looking 'pon it with remorse; she's still thirsty, and this foolish guard seems just the right size to quench what's left of that maddening thirst. But for now, the fight. Sidonia's back arches to lie her flat upon the desk, arms spread to keep her flat and avoid the blade that seeks her throat. Watching as it swings and misses, she soon launches herself upward with a hiss, arms outstretched toward Riss's left and right hands, attempting to grab him by the wrists and fling him across the room, her eyes wild as they stare into his, no trace of the kindly figure that had lured the youngling here to be found.
Riss| It had begun: Indignation finally raised itself from the innermost confines of Christian's soul, and from the boy's back, a light shone through ebon cloth. Time seemed to slow for the Aeromancer, a moment of clarity, nirvana, and ultimately, speed that provided Riss a chance, a tactic that could prove most beneficial. The grasp of Sidonia's hand 'round his right wrist had failed, Christian pulling that hand back and thrusting forward shortly after; the blade of his right sought the center of her left's palm. Oh, but it didn't end there! No, not at all. What was a plot without a twist?!? The pianist's right took hold of Christian's left wrist, and surely that was plenty to throw him. Yes. It should have been. Oh, but such a toss, a grapple, would leave the instrumentalist playing an odd, fingerless tone if that right blade had connected. If all had gone according to plan, Sidonia's own assault would leave her, torn from music. Indignation had come through for its partner once again, and this time, it was more visible than ever. That light that shone through became more, and with a searing, mind-numbing pain, it reached through the skin, abolishing the tattoos to form wings, intangible, composed of Light.
Sidonia had moved her left hand from the path of the incoming blade just in time-- almost. She had noticed the intention of the attack just in time-- almost. But almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, one of which Sidonia never learned to play and the other doesn't exist in this land. And so the blade cuts deep into her palm, a horrified, agonized scream drawn from the lips of the Vampiress. Tearing away the damaged hand, its fingers hanging by threads of flesh, she abandons her intended attack to cradle it to her chest. Knees are bent, preparing to send her flying toward the enraged male with a shriek of vengeance, one good hand tensed into claws-- but then shining wings of purest white burst from his back, the sight blinding the former Pianist and sending her fleeing to the deeper shadows of the room with a cry. It is then that a desk is hurled through a window, breaking the glass and Sidonia following soon after. There shall be another time, she's sure, to discover exactly who she is dealing with here. But for now her hand needs to be tended to, and so she satiates her craving for the safety of the night.
Riss, oddly enough, had landed on his feet; what had he become? First, wounds healed in a matter of days, and now wings! A monster, surely, he had become. After the threat had made her exit, Christian fell to his knees, children and nurses alike bustling to the room in a panic -- he didn't say a word to them, not a single cursed syllable ushered into the air with sharp flicks of the tongue. No. The Aeromancer, for once, had become speechless, arms wrapping around the drained, petite frame of Sebastian, and with Riss, he would rise, cradled. Christian left the Shelter, off to dig a final resting place for the boy; he would be avenged. One day.
(Comments are always appreciated. ;D)
(EDIT: I, uh, noticed that Sebastian stopped lisping. Just correcting it. >> )
Sidonia had entered the Shelter with a gentle enough smile on her face; between her delicate beauty and facade of warmth, it's no wonder that a little boy-- perhaps five, with thick golden curls-- wanders up to her with a smile that could only be the result of blissful ignorance. Surely the nurses wouldn't let the children stay up so late... he must not be able to sleep, thinks the Vampiress to herself with a rush of savage delight. With a wary eye cast to the sleeping guardian, Sidonia kneels before the boy, lips closed so as to hide the elongated fangs. "Hello," she says quietly, her voice all lilting music. "What would your name be?" "Thebathtian," lisps the child, his brown eyes large in his freckled face. "Sebastian... what a grand name," coos the Vampiress, extending a hand toward the boy, which is taken by tiny fingers and shyly shaken. Scooping Sebastian into her arms, Sidonia starts toward the large chamber at the end of the hall. "I'm the friend of a nurse, Sebastian; my name is Sidonia. She asked me to come and tell a story to you and your friends. Would you like that?" When the boy nods vigorously, she has to fight to contain the wickedness that threatens her honey-sweet charade. "Alright... but first I'll tell a story just for you... then you'll go to sleep..." Yes, yes, eternal sleep... Sweet dreams, boy, sweet dreams....
Riss| Dreams swept the Aeromancer into ignorance, illusions of mind shielding the senses from the present danger of reality; his slumber was deep. Riss sat on a rock, and to him came the spirit of his lost familiar, Ichikei-- it must've been a nightmare, a dear friend snatched once more -- all dreams concluded this way, and it bothered the boy so. This time, held something different, however. Warnings, psychotic squalls forced eyes to squint severely, and then open to an odd sight: a woman, in the Shelter at an abnormally late time. "L-lady, the place is closed," Riss said, groggily. Obviously, he hadn't sensed any danger yet, but a feeling did churn within the confines of his gut.
Sidonia whirls around at the source of the voice, sweet smile still frozen in place despite the suspicious quickness of her actions. As full, rosy lips open to speak she realizes: she's met this boy, at some point or another. Something about his face... very familiar. Perhaps through the tiefling? But no matter; she thirsts. "I was merely taking Sebastian here to bed; I came to visit a friend," she explains smoothly, her voice made as soothing as possible. Sleep, boy... sleep.... "No need to worry yourself-- go on and rest." Not waiting for a response, she turns on her heel and continues on her merry way, determined not to give him the opportunity to protest.
Riss stood from his lethargic, crouched position in the corner as he brought a hand to stifle a yawn. Something wasn't setting well with Christian, and he couldn't place why. Sure, the woman seemed nice enough, but why was she here, of all places? She's never visited before, thought Christian as he placed a few pieces together. "Who? I'll tell them that you stopped by. You need to leave... we're closed, and surely Shaelyn wouldn't like guests past visiting hours." Sudden pain struck Riss's back; the tattoos were speaking, writhing, dieing to break free from their imprisonment. "Leave, now. You're making Indignation uneasy." Christian could feel it! The weapon wasn't lost, after all.
Sidonia simply paused, arching a brow at the obviously confused boy. "Excuse me?" she asks as politely as she can, though she must admit that he's treading on nerves raw with boredom and thirst and her patience is thin. Shaking off the question, she regains her sweetness before sweeping through the door. "I'll leave once this boy's in bed. Good night, -sir,-" she says firmly before closing the door to the schoolroom behind her and slipping a chair under the handle so it can't be turned. The puzzled child she holds in her arms is put upon a desk. "Alright, Sebastian. Now for your story. Once upon a time..." she starts, her voice trailing to a whisper as her eyes are drawn to his neck... That smooth, perfect, youth-fresh neck and all the blood that runs through it... She swallows hard. "There... there was a boy who was going to his grandmother's house.... but... but once he got there..." she continues on with some effort, swallowing again to disguise the rasp the thirst leaves her with and, essentially, skipping to the end of the story, "he was met by someone who wasn't his grandmother... but a wolf in her clothes. Not noticing, not at first, the boy said, 'Grandmother--'" "'What big ear-th you have!'" interrupts Sebastian delightedly; he knows this story. "That's right," Sidonia says with a nod, a cool hand stroking the blonde curls. "'All the better to hear you with, my dear,' the wolf replied. 'But Grandmother,' continued the boy..." "'What big eye-th you have!'" Sebastian chirped. "'All the better to see you with, my dear,'" answered Sidonia, lips finally opening to expose those large, pearly fangs. "'What... what big teeth you have...'" stammers the boy, suddenly taken aback. "'All the better,'" whispers the Vampiress, "'to eat you with, my dear....'" And with that, those fangs are pushed through skin and flesh, Sidonia's eyes closing in pure rapture as the boy's hoarse yell soon fades to nothing but the sickening sucking sound of an innocent's murder.
Riss frantically rushed to the door, jostling the knob this way and that way, but all attempts of loosing the restraint were done in vain. "Hey!" he screamed pounding on the door, "You're not allowed to escort children, that's my--" at this point the scream pierced his ears, and it died with the boy, "--job." Christian couldn't believe it; already, he had failed as a Guardian of this sacred place, and such angered him so. Booted-foot found way to door, Chaos muddling in the mixture, providing the necessary strength to kick the door from its hinges, and the chair from the path. "Plague! All of you!" Riss had enough, vampiric tools of his own awakening from their coffins, hissing with the shriek of grinding metal; his wristblades sung though the air, and they sought blood as well. Remorseless, reckless, Riss rushed towards the woman, though the odds of him reaching her were slim. He knew the abilities of a vampire: the hungrier, the stronger they became, thirst driving everything; after all, Christian had his bout with vampirism. However, if he had reached her, he went for the neck, blade of the left wrist seeking to wallow within. Putting Sidonia out of her misery, purging her of a diseased life, was kindness itself.
Sidonia had snarled as she was distracted from her meal, lips dripping Sebastian's blood as her head snaps up to meet the oncoming threat. Tossing the limp, drained body away from her, she wastes no time in looking 'pon it with remorse; she's still thirsty, and this foolish guard seems just the right size to quench what's left of that maddening thirst. But for now, the fight. Sidonia's back arches to lie her flat upon the desk, arms spread to keep her flat and avoid the blade that seeks her throat. Watching as it swings and misses, she soon launches herself upward with a hiss, arms outstretched toward Riss's left and right hands, attempting to grab him by the wrists and fling him across the room, her eyes wild as they stare into his, no trace of the kindly figure that had lured the youngling here to be found.
Riss| It had begun: Indignation finally raised itself from the innermost confines of Christian's soul, and from the boy's back, a light shone through ebon cloth. Time seemed to slow for the Aeromancer, a moment of clarity, nirvana, and ultimately, speed that provided Riss a chance, a tactic that could prove most beneficial. The grasp of Sidonia's hand 'round his right wrist had failed, Christian pulling that hand back and thrusting forward shortly after; the blade of his right sought the center of her left's palm. Oh, but it didn't end there! No, not at all. What was a plot without a twist?!? The pianist's right took hold of Christian's left wrist, and surely that was plenty to throw him. Yes. It should have been. Oh, but such a toss, a grapple, would leave the instrumentalist playing an odd, fingerless tone if that right blade had connected. If all had gone according to plan, Sidonia's own assault would leave her, torn from music. Indignation had come through for its partner once again, and this time, it was more visible than ever. That light that shone through became more, and with a searing, mind-numbing pain, it reached through the skin, abolishing the tattoos to form wings, intangible, composed of Light.
Sidonia had moved her left hand from the path of the incoming blade just in time-- almost. She had noticed the intention of the attack just in time-- almost. But almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades, one of which Sidonia never learned to play and the other doesn't exist in this land. And so the blade cuts deep into her palm, a horrified, agonized scream drawn from the lips of the Vampiress. Tearing away the damaged hand, its fingers hanging by threads of flesh, she abandons her intended attack to cradle it to her chest. Knees are bent, preparing to send her flying toward the enraged male with a shriek of vengeance, one good hand tensed into claws-- but then shining wings of purest white burst from his back, the sight blinding the former Pianist and sending her fleeing to the deeper shadows of the room with a cry. It is then that a desk is hurled through a window, breaking the glass and Sidonia following soon after. There shall be another time, she's sure, to discover exactly who she is dealing with here. But for now her hand needs to be tended to, and so she satiates her craving for the safety of the night.
Riss, oddly enough, had landed on his feet; what had he become? First, wounds healed in a matter of days, and now wings! A monster, surely, he had become. After the threat had made her exit, Christian fell to his knees, children and nurses alike bustling to the room in a panic -- he didn't say a word to them, not a single cursed syllable ushered into the air with sharp flicks of the tongue. No. The Aeromancer, for once, had become speechless, arms wrapping around the drained, petite frame of Sebastian, and with Riss, he would rise, cradled. Christian left the Shelter, off to dig a final resting place for the boy; he would be avenged. One day.
(Comments are always appreciated. ;D)
(EDIT: I, uh, noticed that Sebastian stopped lisping. Just correcting it. >> )