The Blood Countess' Return

[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 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][/i]

[Lord Kagestu]

~ At dusk when the moon was beginning to rise, a team of raven black beast like horses pulled along a black carriage. The horses bodies gleamed with a silver shine as their fire red mains and hooves that pounded the chilly frost bitten ground as they pulled the carriage along the dead path of slowly dying trees. The man seated in the front of the state coach was old and rickety, almost as if he were too old to stand or even be alive. The mans hair was gray, almost to the point of being snow white and his face was sunken in, showing the details of old bones and the discolored skin. The drivers hands knobby fingers gripped the reins as his coat stretched and moved with the mans directing of the reins. His color of his old rotted shirt slipped down to reveal an old vampire wound, one that had growing moulds around the puncture marks. The man, the driver, was an undead and a servant of the lord who resided in the coach as it traveled along the cold stricken path as dead leaves blew in a strong almost stormy wind.
As the coach traveled onward, it kept out the last rays of the setting sun form reaching the occupant within the carriage itself. The carriage was well furnished inside. Red satin seats and the floor was inlayed with carpets of a dark color, black. The walls of the carriage as smooth and made from a strong base of wood and covered with a stain of red, or as some vampires would call it, the sweet reminder of why victims tasted so good. The outside of this carriage was raven black and covered with a black cloth to keep out the peering eyes of the curious, and keeping the lord within its innards safe form the weather or the light. As the carriage progressed going deeper within the belly of darkness, the being inside primped and made sure his clothing was in order and that his teeth and fangs were well polished.
~The carriage descended with in the very heart of lycosia where the Mystic tavern stood. It stopped before the tavern itself as the driver pulled on the reins to stop the horses. A pair of black shiny shoes, black as coal, stepped pout of the carriage and landed lightly on the ground. A pair of black pants cuffed and well ironed followed next and traveled up a set of well formed legs and a trim waist. Ticked into the fine pants was a white shirt, laced up the front and buttoned with gold buttons. Over this shirt was a black well ironed vest also with golden buttons. The sleeves of the white dress shirt ended in lace, showing the elegance of the mans stature. Over this shirt and vest was an outer coat, well tailored and had what humans referred to as "tails". Covering the mans hands were a pair of white satin gloved adorned with colorful dragons. A pair of blue eyes, ice bright, looked onward to the innards of the woods as he listened to the busting laughter or women and men alike, the wind blew tossling his long raven black hair that adorned his soft facial feature and strong jaw line, about softly. The man pushed his hair back, careful as to not damage the red rose that remained in his pocket. The driver jumped down and reached into the carriage and took out a black cant and top hat before dusting them off and handing them to his master. He spoke and tried to be restraint in his advice as the lord placed on his top hat and gripped his cane loosely. The lord growled and back handed the driver, which didn’t damage him much only caused the mans head to snap back and some green puss gushed form the drivers mouth. The lord turned and walked into the establishment looking aroudn as he smiled slightly. He walked using hsi cain very little as it as jsut for show. He stood over near the hearth ebfpre nodding to the lady and them movd ot a far off wall leaning agaisnt it, hidden in the shadows.~

[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, nodding then to Kagestu as he entered ** Welcome sir... please make yourself at home... ** she watched as the two walked passed & entered her domain... Rhydin was now hers** [/font][/size]

[Lord Kagestu]

~ Lord Kagestu looked to Rahne and smile seductively, which was his normal smile. He bowed to her politely as his long raven black hair slipped over his shoulders like a silken waterfall. His bow was too low, but just enough to make him appear grand. “Thank you my lady” He said in a deep passionate voice. His accent was slight but ever so present in his words. He stood up straight and looked around the domain this woman owned, not knowing it once had a king. He then nodded to the other lady who was there, apparently a resident of the place who had just returned. He turned his attention, then to the bar. He moved from the shadows and silently walked over to the bar before ordering a blood wine. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a few coins to pay for it. As he did, the tender handed him the drink and he took it before retreating back into the darkness. He wasn’t trying to be rude; he was just giving the ladies their space for the time being. He raised his wine glass to his lips before sipping the rich flavorful drink. As he swallowed the mouthful of wine he sat down the glass and licked his lips. His glowed eyes peered at the ladies form the darkness as he watched them a moment before turning to the fireplace and watching the fire dance. The seduction of the flame, the dancing brightness of red orange and yellow it always seemed to enchant him. Kagestu always loved watching the fire, be it in a fireplace, or him commanding its deadlier properties, destroying what was around him if needed. The two ladies before him, indeed were very lovely, a sort of dark morbid lovely… mysterious as the moon, his mistress. He crossed his legs as he listened to the fire, and the perhaps a conversation the ladies might be having. ~

[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 scrunteny of the fallen seraph... taking in all of her angelic form with a languid look indifference plaguing her features in a mask.. though thoughts of ravishing such a creature & tasting it's blood seemed to find a curl at the end of those poisonous lips... Ezsebet paid little heed to the male here she was here to see the king... ** & what is with all this infernal mud? ** her eyes were cruel... beaty... unloving... though curiosity seemed to find her as she noted the seraph's tainted wings.. wondering who had corrupted her & if they were as strong as she.. these thoughts playing through her mind as she found the old receiving chamber decorated in the Arabic fashion.. the 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 poolling around her pale features like blood ** ahh well no matter... if you please Rahne.. someone... if not... bloodwyne will do... **she 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**[/color][/size]

[Angelique Arcene]

*It appeared to be late at night and rather cold seeking the mud, and dirt soaked which would make it a little tough for a person to walk. From the looks of things, it had finally stopped raining. But for how long? She didn't know why the weather was bad in the first place as it seemed odd for it to rain continuesly, her guess was that someone had to be controlling the weather. She spread out her beautiful, soft, smooth twelve foot long black wings taking off in flight towards the castle wishing not to get dirty. If there was any kind of moon out, it would makes her wings and hair shine. After only a few moments of flying, getting to the castle rather fast because her wings were large and carried much speed, she soon landed at the castle gates noticing there weren't any guards "Strange.." She thought. It had been quite awhile since she last was here so she decided to pay a visit to see what's going on, and how were things. Her graceful, yet silent footsteps of an assassin carried her to the two large doors, guessing they were open since they usually were, if not.. she would simply knock like always..*

[Lord Kagestu]

~Kagestu looked at the two as the one woman sat down on what appeared ot be a cuishing as the suptious folds of her gown pooled aroudn her. He smirked slightly at such an image hearign ehr ask for bloodwine. He remained in the dark sipping his bloodwine as he heard a knock at the door. His cool blue eyes looekd towards the door, waiting to see who was on the other side.~

[Angelique Arcene]

*She hadn't knocked on the door, seeing it was open and she slipped her way inside. Her wings disappeared before hand, finding it comfortable that way. She walked her way down the hall, going to the throne room as it was considered, appearing inside.. noticing it somehow seemed different. Had the place changed while she was gone? Was there a new ruler to Rhydin? She did not know.. but hopefully her questions could be answered. Her luscious medium colored red lips parted to speak "Greetings.." She said in a soft yet clear enough tone of voice for a whole room to hear. She removed the black hood and black scarf down and off to reveal a youthful, peachy cream colored face that was pale to the extent that she could be mistaken for a vampire but her scent proved otherwise. It also revealed some of her mid back length silky smooth black hair along with her lovely ocean blue eyes that could remind a person of calming waves.. as if soothing the mind or heart. She was rather quiet for now..*

[vampirus]

He whistles in half Ass amazement as he enters the castle and wonders through the halls, the grin never seeming to leave his pale face and made all the more bright by his beautiful green eyes "get a load of this place" he looks around his eyes half dreamy "they don't make ancient looking crap castles like this anymore" he laughs evilly at his own sick sense of humor then continues into the throne room looking for the countess he had met in town just nights earlier "i hope they have a buffet I haven't had a bite in weeks" he laughs again at another really bad joke and continues along the massive halls into the throne room

[Lord Kagestu]

~As kagestu looked to see who else would enter he felt the prescence of another male vampire. He smiled and would nod to this man all the same as he glance at him form teh dark. He also stiffned as he felt a presence long way oif and he sniffed the air and he growled well pleased. One of them were coming, one has fllowed him inot this realm, not knowing what it was. He laughed darkly to himslef before sipping his drink. "Myu my...such a brave creature you must be my dear..to follow me all the way here... you should make a lovely feast for all who resie here..omne that is neverending.." He of coarse was referring to the other being he sensed, one of eternal sweet blood.~

[starshanza]

~Emerging from the portal was a fair young beauty, a raven haired warrior named star. She was searching for a man who had enslaved her people. Following him here she had descovered a new strange land. She looeked around in the woods of where she had emerged and sniffed the air. it was rank... almost as if everthing was dead. She moved through the woods and began to crunch her way through them, tracking the man. She emnerged to a road and bent down down to study the tracks..indeed the man was here. She stood up slowly and began to walks towards the destination the carrage had travled. She came a opn a castle and hid behind one of the trees seeing a another man enter. She caught a little of the breeze that passed by and sensed him within that place that seemd so dark and mysterious. She walked towards the castle and dried the mud from her feet before entering.
She had long black braided hair that brushed against her thighs as she walked. Her eyes were dark blue with a ring of gold around the blue. They seemed to sparkle with a hidden light, and looked around with caution. Her skin tone was light and glowed when the sun kissed it giving her a radiant appearance. Her lips were formed in a slight pout and were lush and pink. On her face was a blue star that would glow silver when she powered up. She wore dark leather fighting garb that consisted of a body suit and loose skirt. On her torso there was also a golden armor design that guarded her torso from serious harm. On her leather clothing was the insignia of her house above her breast. It was a symbol of three circles formed in a triangle. In this triangle there was first a large golden yellow circle and standing before it were two smaller circles. One was an ice blue matching her star mark, and the other was a lime green. She wore black leather boots that had golden studs on them and silver armlets and bracelets. The woman’s name was starshanza, daughter of Amel and Azura. As she walked into the premises, the torchlight reflected off her golden designs and insignia. In appearance she was more like human then anything. Her blood however, was eternal and it was dark purple; almost a black and very sweet. Her origins is unknown to some…nor does she wish to talk about it. Her tittle…it was meaning less to her... She was the adopted child of queen Moonshade and king Shadar Yunalesca. These mentioned names were long dead in the past, killed by dagoth the corrupter long ago when starshanza saved their princess during the last war in her home world, Nishashandu. Since that time, she has sworn to keep the peace for the Nishanians along with two other princesses, Ellstrid and Snapdragon, her adopted sisters. The gods have kept her to this bargain... Whenever she was killed in battle they would resurrect her from the dead and make her life anew. This was partially a curse on her part. But, no one but her knows why. On her back was a blade called the star blade, it was a large weapon with a silver hilt and a golden tassel. The blade itself was a ice cold blue, with star designs going along the bottle edge of the blade going from the hilt to the point of the blade. On her waist were a set of twin star daggers. Silver in color and the hilts were shaped into the form of three joining stars. Also she carried a pouch of star dust. It was bluish silver and acted much like holy water. She also has a few natural abilities, such as self healing and the ability to heal others by the touch of her hand. She also has the ability to become a fire wolf demon. The girl looked around the castle as her eyes adjsuted to the light and she began to search for this man silently, hiding among the shadows. ~

[Angelique Arcene]

*She moved off to the side seeing how it was quiet.. clearly the atmosphere of this place was different. For now, the mysterious young looking woman kept her cloak on as she spoke up to question whomever knew te answer "May I ask.. what happened to Valek?" For times before she was so used to seeing him but this time he wasn't here.. something seemed out of place. She didn't sit down but meerly paced back and fourth glancing about with those questioning, curious lovely ocean blue eyes, wondering what coulf possibly be going on.*

[RainOfTheSky]

(NOTE: they are in the receiving chamber NOT in the throne room which is off to the other side of the dinning halll as i was lead to believe by Valek )

Rahne seemed to have gotten her wish... but it was the old thing that came to mind.. scratching at her brain "be careful what you wish for you just might get it"... for indeed she had been wishing these long months to be rid of this endless ennui that had plagued her mind as the seed of darkness had slowly corrupted her & twisted her love for the damned one named Lisa...and also secretly to be rid of any responsibility concerning Valek's people.. it was with this thought that she roused from inner musings to be caught by Angelique's question & spoke in that soft melodic tone which always seemed to remind the senses of soothing summer rains ::

“Valek my dear has abandoned us & left Rhydin in my charge… until such time as he returns or one of his family…” :: Rahne trailed off motioning to Erzebet knowing why she’d come :: “Come to take his place… I am but a humble servant tied to Rhydin by Valek. “

:: Rahne nodded then.. her impossibly long locks swaying lightly & sounding as silk against skin as she bowed to both Angelique & the Countess… stepping backward on bare feet, just missing the hem of a robe & ends of the silky ebon tendrils with each step as she turned from them to retrieve her new “Mistress’” fancy… billowing folds of dark blue velvet splendor & silken tendrils of ebony hair flowing about the Fallen as she walked straight passed the bar & into the dinning hall the wails of “slaves” -mortals kept for feeding- could be heard faintly in the background, truly the Mistress of Storms had fallen into the darkness of the night that eternally shrouded this realm of Vampires… for she bore a none-challance… even a sadistic pleasure in hearing those wails as if they were music to her ears.. disappearing for a moment into the dimness of the hall before venturing out with a succulent young female she knew that the Countess would find pleasing.. of noble blood she was.. pure of heart & virtue.. seduced by Rahne & Lisa well Lisa mostly to come have a stay here… she had not been fed on yet… she wept with silent tears shackled & brought forth to kneel before the Countess hands bound in chains… Rahne whispering with a soft musical tone in the innocent’s ear… a trance-like gleam growing in her crystal blue orbs ::

“My Lady, your drink awaits” :: Rahne said in that same soft voice, smiling with malicious lust.. loving to watch as her vampire companion’s fed… licking her lips lost to everyone else in the room save for Countess & meal :: [/font][/i][/size]

[The Blood Countess]

** cold malice, shinning in those dark orbs a slight raise of russet brow found the look of indifference lifted to one of slight amusement at the Seraph's words ** " Valek abandon his domain? How utterly... tragic..." ** a curl of the lip revealing a feral grin, showing the ivory hue of blood teeth unsheathed & darkly beautious... those brown orbs again shinning to a more amber hue as thoughts filled her head, though she’d already sensed retreat, the utter lack of any of his “presence” hither even his scent had left… leaving emptiness & the infernal rain… the perfect time, the perfect situation in which to plan & govern the undead idiots who claimed kinship & order rather then chaos & cattle with/of the mortal races… though Rahne’s corruption had been a plus… seeing now the delectable morsel that was brought before her on bended knee, those flawless amber orbs taking in the girl… seeing that she carried herself with the same nobility & smug grace, the Countess herself carried…the girl was utterly entranced the Countess letting a pretencious fake kind smile cross those crimson lips as she patted the cushion beside her…flicking with what looked like a very gentle touch, easily freeing the girl from her chains… a soft kiss offered from the Countess’ lips though possessive & filled of hunger nipping at the supple peachy flesh a whimper roused from the girl.. & another malicious smile curling the Blood Countess’ lips before pulling away though offering a gentle caress to the girl , Erza’s eyes seeking the one that had recently entered here knowing he saw all **
“I shall be with you momentarily Vampirus, just catching a bite, you are welcomed to join me if you wish “ ** she bowed with a dark smile then her attention averted to the virgin beauty at her side nuzzling with a feral growl at her neck… then licking at the nip she’d made earlier before abandoning that altogether to take the girls wrist in hand… -incase of course Vampirus wished a drink as well – biting into the sweet flesh there with hungry teeth.. drinking of the sweet life’s blood that eminated from the milky countenance as a gasp & swoon begun in the girl.. Erzabet never mixing that merciful cocktail that her kind could swell in their saliva… loving to feel the pain that radiated from her kills.. feeding the malevolence & psychic energy as well as life into her dead immortal body… everyone but a shadow as The Blood Countess fed infront of them with no care in the world as to what they thought.. knowing after this they would all have to accept her for what she was… The rightful heir to Valek Tepes’ throne. ** [/i][/size]

[Angelique Arcene]

((Sorry for the mistake, honestly I wasn't really told ooc exactly where that room was so I didn't know. But that is where Arc is meant to be with everyone else as I'm sure you know.))

*She nodded quietly to her response about Valek "That is sad to hear, I haven't been here in a long time and wished to see him again." She lightly shrugged when she saw her walk away hearing something in the background when a woman was brought out for her to be fed to this vampire woman whom being told was the rightful heir to Valek's throne which automatically made her sick. She made her cloak disappear to reveal her attire of black leather pants, black leather slightly past the ankle boots with a 2 inch heel, making her look around 5'3 1/2 to 5'4, black leather tube bra that held her bust in semi tight along with the rest of her attire to show off those nice curves and yet still be moveable within them. On her face the only make up she wore was lipstick which now changed to black, and she wore black diamond earring that were 2 inches in length but only 1 centimeter wide.. clearly showing she was gothic. Her skin was a peachy cream color but pale to the point where she could possibly be mistaken for a vampire but her scent proved otherwise. Her wings of course were hidden, finding it easier for different reasons. Her hair could be seen, none other then a perfectly straight, silky smooth black that went to the middle of her back, appearing as if it were treated with the finest ingredients. She had a nicely slender body.. weighing only 127 lbs which was easy to see in the attire she wore. Her lovely ocean blue eyes seemed disgusted at the site going on and couldn't help but say something about it as that was just the type of person she happened to be. "Are you kidding me? Storing people away only to be fed on later? Can never leave to return to their families or anywhere else? It's more appropriate if the person is willing to be fed off of unless desperate or needs to find animals.. or drink a good bloodwyne to satisfy the hunger." Stepped forward more to be revealed more in the light "I'll be damned if this place will have a corrupted leader.. if I have to I will personally find Valek and let him know what is going on, no matter how long it takes. Or.. deal with things myself which is more my style. It sickens me to see a place go to shame regardless if Valek left or abondened it. Considering this place if of family members that have died here.. it needs to be respected and honored." Arc couldn't believe this.. for a long time she had been gone, finally deciding to return only to see what she thought was a mess. She waited to be stand corrected if not on the place then surely about vampiric ways.. she waited to be judged in that area especially because she was judged a lot on looks rather then looking at her from within were many powerful forms lied.. and 3 personalities in that very body.. one of them being a vampire. She crossed her arms, tapping her foot on the floor as the expression on her face temporarily turned deadly assassin cold.*