Enter The Blood Countess

[The Blood Countess]

Night: cold, dark, beauteous night; how splendidly it seemed to bath it's beauty on the shadowed landscape. The moon in all her splendor gracing the land in a silvery hue, the stars strewn like pearls, softening the stark craven angles of the lesser skies. Reaching as with desperate fingers to pluck a pearly twinkle, the woman, clad in velvety splendor twirled with a childlike abandon dancing to the beat of her own music. Even as she loomed so near the Castle, the silvery moonlight making it hard to discern any feature or true hue of hair, eyes or garment. She was bathed in black & silver, even her skin seemed to glint that sweet silvery hue pale as alabaster glistening with preturnatural light. If she stopped her twirling a smile could be discerned on those full rapturous lips, shadows seeming to be called to her in a whim of ancient or almost ancient power. A shriek of ghastly proportions adding to that silent song that had only pleasure for her. She twirled in an opposite motion causing her skirts to twirl about her as laughter peeled from those rapturous lips causing a cacophony of night time creatures to sound their calls in reckless abandon as blood lust grew on the air palpable, thick to cut the air with a knife, such was the power at her disposal.

It was a mere parlor trick. She laughed again as those shadows seemed to dance into one, giving her a partner for a moment. Then they sunk back into the deathly countenance the woman who basked in the silvery moonlight stopped the twirling as a serious line of indifference masked the sentient beauty, wrapping cold callous masks upon her to cloak her true self in that armor for both her own protection as well as others. The hunger, the need to feed causing her mouth to ache with the threat of those blood teeth to unsheathe & cause unneeded suffering. As those doors opened before her, looming in shadow she padded forward silent as the night now behind her. Still bathed in shadow, for all they knew she was black haired, black eyed & clothed in black until she approached the garish golden light of candles that bathed the eerie night time Keep in it's paltry light. Hair shinning with beauty russet colored, soft curling ringlets bobbing softly with each step. Eyes of the deepest almond color gleaming with soft light as she stepped forward. Her skin gleamed that alabaster paleness, her dress was of an ancient style, & all in crimson velvet to match those rapturous full lips. She smiled a sardonic half smile as she approached senses stretching forth to gather all nuances of information to be had here. Caution ever playing in that mind. She hadn't survived this long without knowledge, without weariness. She curtseyed lightly, half in respect, half in mocking disdain. [/color][/size]

[RainOfTheSky]

For once, in the land of Rhydin it was not raining. Though the mud & the muck proved daunting to say the least. The wayward Seraph lounging in all her glory & splender upon lavish tapestry & silken pillow. Her chambers were lavishly decorated like the idealistic harems of old: silks, cushions & pillows strewn about the room. Her "chambers" were what used to be Valek's old receiving room, her place by the great hearth situated there near a large window that looked out into the courtyard of the Castle grounds. The light of the full moon shinning into the darkened room that was lit only by the fire's light, across the vast expanse of the room was situated a door against the far left & a bar that ran along the length of the far wall. She was as connected to this place as anyone could be. Eyes the color of midnight storms, lusty dark violet rising to note the changing atmospheric nuance of the new arrivals. Rising with that languid air, smoothing velvet coverings & whipping her impossibly long tendrils of ebon splendor which crawled like darkness to a small bit passed her ankles. Large wings the same color of her hair: raven feathers dipped in crimson giving the illusion of spilling blood. Palid beauty, angelic grace culminating in the Mistress of Storms. Rahne met the Countess at the door bowing with respect to the cousin of the now absent king her hand swaying side long to bid the Mistress enter.

"Greetings great Lady, & welcome back home. I am Rahne Mistress of Storms, at your service."

Rahne purposely didn't mention the absence of the King but she grinned her welcoming grin as she waited for the lady to walk passed & enter into her domain. Rhydin was now hers.[/i][/color][/size]

[The Blood Countess]

Lifting a russet brow the Countess made a turt nod to Rahne then spoke in her silent malicious way, darkness unfolding from crimson lips, vicious cruelty shinning in her dark brown orbs,

“Where is my cousin the King?”

she inquired with sarcasm & disdain her eyes never moving from their scrutiny of the fallen seraph, taking in all of her angelic form with a languid look of indifference which seemed to plunge her features within the confines of the old mask, whilst thoughts of ravishing such a creature & tasting its blood seemed to find a curl at the end of those poisonous lips. Almost as an after thought the cruel eyes reflected off the windows she asked,

“And what is with all this infernal mud?”

it was of course a rhetorical question but the Countess’ demeanor never change nor did she ever turn to regard the dark beauty for what seemed a long moment. Having been slightly lost to her own inward thoughts Erza noted with some curiosity, the seraph's tainted wings. What or who had corrupted her were they as strong as she? these thoughts played through her mind, after finally turning once more to the old receiving chamber decorated in the Arabic fashion, a flash of amusement finding her features for but a moment before falling to that indifference yet again. Finding a comfortable seat on silken pillow, she lounged, pleads of crimson velvet pooling around her pale features like blood.

"Ahh well, no matter. If you please Rahne, someone, if not bloodwyne will do.”

The Countess motioned to her with a rather rude wave of her hand knowing the seraph was under the King's service at one time or another. Never knowing yet that Valek had abandoned this place to the seraph’s devices.[/color][/font][/size]