Post by Pandora LeAmour on Aug 25, 2009 20:52:19 GMT -5
Carina Mossilitto
Pandora LeAmour
(Mentioned in this Rp: Carina, Pandora, Tathar, William)
She zoomed through the air. The world at her orbs view seemed to stand still. The wind pitchhed and rolled but her form just lingered. Floating with ease. She dropped in altitude, the scenery before her starting to maximize from ant size. Leaning her head she cranned, locating a forest. Her clothes clung to her like a second skin. the black textured gown draped over her with it's own curse. in particles of light it would show slimmers of gold.
Her arms at her sides, but then one sliding up so she could indeed inspect her fingernails. They were long, and sharp. But not to the regular eye, they just looked ladylike. Her tanner complexion was odd for a vamp, but she had found ways to keep herself lookin' kissed by the sun. Her nails were the same color of her dress.
the world flew by her as she inched in farther to the forest. Without a second knowledge she flew through two trees and her body dropped from the sky like an anchor of lead. Stretching her legs down she imprinted her feet in the ground. She glanced around irritatedly. What the hell was t hat? She couldn't even muster up the energy it took to fly again. She frowned. She felt drained. Then her head pulsated and her nose filled with something. Her golden orbs shifted over the trees, things were different. The shadows bent in the wrong direction, she proceded, the pounding in her head louder and louder as she stepped. Biting her lip she paused and listened for a moment, her vision blurring as her mind whizzed through the forest to the trail ahead. Then following the trail she reached the town. Seeing blurred images as she zoomed around everything, then lockin' on the tower her vision cracked and her mind returned to her.
She wasn't one to intrude on someone elses territory, she knew the law. But she didn't know this land. Did people know of this established place? The place where things that go bump in the night mingled in among the pulsating?
Her eyebrow worked as her thoughts carried her, walkin' to the trail and into town, she would make her first stop.....the ...tower...
She knew not who's home it was, nor did she think they would take to it kindly. Her orbs moved over the buildings and those skittering off to their own homes as the sun had set on the busy day. Shops would soon be closed, and smoke would rise from the chimneys.
Her boots stepped to the side as she continued to walk.
Pandora had not been having a pleasant week, to say the least. The new Marketplace had taken a lot of construction to complete, and with construction came noise, but it was there to generate a more popular business, which in turn would be best for the small realm of Tranquility.
Now, she was seated at the empty table in her meeting room. God, it had been a lifetime since she could actually call it HER meeting room. The Tower no longer housed the members of NightWorld. They were growing too large, and thus Pandora sent them packing, so to speak. Each Nightworlder now had a place either at the local Inn, or in the village itself.
Tathar had been long gone and Pandora had shoved all his personal belongings in what was once known as the Nightworld Quarters. The name had been changed to the Guest Quarters, for they no longer housed those of Nightworld. The tower had returned to being Pandora LeAmour's home. The home of the Master of the City.
The only two people actually staying within the Tower now was Pandora herself and Raistlin, who had taken up a temporary stay in the quarters that held Tathar's belongings. Of course, they weren't the only two people in the tower... The tower was still busy with the hired help and the guards that were stationed throughout.
Pandora had another neverending stack of parchments infront of her, though these ones had nothing to do with what could be admitted to the library. No, instead the parchments she had been working through were all documentations and parchment work for the soon opening Market Place.
Her form drifting along peacefully. She dipped her head down only long enough to squash, the need for her fangs to convert. Nay she needed to stay innocent in their eyes. She needed to be clean, worthy of trust...For now...Her lips twisted a little. She would never harm someone who didn't need it. Her deep auburn hair seemed to glow in the light of the street lanterns. Her ears perked a little as she made her way through the square.
It was slightly quiet, except for the racquet that seemed to be coming from the market place. She pushed herself onward, ignoring the annoyance.
She found the tower and walked around to the door. Frownin' as it was locked from within' she knew she had come to the right place. Her orbs darted over one who seemed to vanish from a window's view. and another from a ledge well hidden from mortals. The filth. Her lip curled in immediate disgust, Then realizing that those who had disappeared were guards. They must have smelled or sensed her irreputable aura. No doubt.
She lifted a well toned arm and proceeded to knock upon the door. Her eyes calmed to a cool gold. Swirling, captivating.
The guards didn't need to approach Pandora for her to be made aware of what was standing outside her door. The place was so quiet now that the Nightworlders weren't lingering around. She could easily hear the rap at the door. Just as well, she could sense that the being on the other side of it was a Vampire. And a powerful one, at that.
William was no longer stationed at the door, at least not this evening. It hadn't been decided if he would resume his duties when he returned. Instead, there was a Lycan stationed at the door this evening, and a wolf at that. Pandora had selected him for two reasons. One, being he was a sheer threat in size and would undoubtedly keep the mortals at bay. The second, being that her animal to call was a Wolf and thus she could communicate with him just fine without ever having to talk.
Lowering her parchments, Pandora sent out a silent message to the guard to remain standing there but to not worry about the door, that Pandora herself would take care of it. She then, using the same silent conversation, sent forth a inquiry to the vampire lurking outside her home.
She blinked as something inside her stirred. She rested the weight of her form on the heels of her. Tipping her head her nose had filled with warm, tantalizing scent..husky and bruteish. How lovely. Her eyes rolled to the side a Lycan Guard. Knowin' herself this was probably the smartest choice, she dismissed her further judgement.
She grimaced a little as the sound plummeted through her eardrums like an order from the evil underlords.
She continued to look around as if she was waiting, she felt eyes on her from the village so she didn't wish to set herself out.
She pushed back. Her voice was dark. Intense, but had an odd warmth to it. Oh the luxuries of being a vamp, or curses for those whho didn't embellish the gift. Her mind shot back with emplorement.
The other was rude, but she had the right. She didn't squirm at the level of energy she could sense. She wouldn't crumble to her will like most would. Perhaps whoever was behind this door and inside was on her level. Perhaps they were worthy of knowin' her existance.
She continued.
She pulled her mind back from the stretch, it would only draw a yawn from her mouth as she continued to visibly look as if waiting impatiently.
Pandora settled back in her chair, and took her sweet time doing it. She carefully folded her hands in her lap, beneath the surface of the table, and summoned a few more guards for the room. She then summoned two more to the Tower Door to escort her visitor in. Then, and only then, did she silently let the Lycan on the door know he could let them enterance.
While the Lycan began sliding the locks out of place, Pandora silently communicated with the one on the other side of the door once more.
Her voice wasn't entirely rude, but it was spoken with authority. Or as much as one could get when not using a voice at all to begin with. She would wait until the two guards escorted the Vampire into her meeting room before she bothered speaking aloud.
She said nothin' in return. Just waited, pulling her black cloak tapered with gold back around her, from where?, well as it had been over her other arm the whole time. She looked dead on, as the Lycan slid open the lock and then tugged the door open wide enough.
Their eyes would never meet. Her chin lifted higher. Lycans. Had been the death of her dynasty. She wouldn't judge the future ones for her to meet, but she wouldn't trust them either. She could feel his uneasy, yet willingness to pounce her and it digusted her. Her golden orbs shifted over his frame to the guards who approached to take her further into the tower. Her pale pink lips seemed plump, and mouthwatering. She was, a master. Her charms were almost unevadable. Her eyes were like stars long ago robbed from the heavens. Though her charms ddn't always sit well with the females.
Her hands resting behind her back clapsed together she was unarmed. She had no need to carry a weapon. She was beyond that and many other forms of fighting styles. Stepping through the walkway into the meeting room she let her eyes fall upon the one seated so elegantly at the table. So stiff, she thought. But her mind was secured. Even if someone were to probe they'd hear not even a heart beat. Imagine that!. Her aura was enough to choke a mortal if she willed it, her hands never bloodied unless from the occassional drop of crimson sometimes that came as the last drop of blood from her feast. She herself never spilled it. She never would dream of wasting such power, such beauty. She loved who she was. Had welcomed it. When a man had put her on the line for their own sake of satisfaction and power. She had taken in a blink.
Pushing her cloak off her head she raised her orbs to the level of pandora's. She didn't look into them, but she studied her other features.
It was a response to what she had said. Attackin' upon such an approach would lead to too many slain, and two vamps battling it out. Not exactly the quiet the setting called for.
Her curves weren't in all the right places, but for her height of 5'9, she was a goddess. Almost. Fallen perhaps. She took yet another step. The light flooding over her with impact known only to her.
Pandora's expression remained unreadable, yet a single gloved hand appeared from beneath the tables surface to gesture to the chair closest to the door, at the opposite end of where Pandora herself sat, so they could be facing each other. She spoke aloud, now that the woman was inside.
It wasn't a question. She knew the vampire in attendance was a Master Vampire, but Pandora was Master of the City. Here, no matter how powerful, the company would either obey the commands, or risk unproper hospatality and thus would have to deal with the consequences of the Nightworld Council ontop of the Master of the City.
It wasn't often outsider vampires bothered to visit her realm. Pandora was known to rule with an iron fist and to take no kindness to visitors. Curiousity buzzed inside wondering why this particular vampire chose to enter her home without an escorted party of her own.
She watched her gesture the chair, moving to it biting her own tounge she used the toe of her boot to scoot it out and she slid into the seat with ease. Her hands moving up to remove the cloak completely as she leaned back into the chair.
Her eyes drifted over the rest of the one who sat before her. Analizing. Strong. Stubborn. Selfish at times. Intruiging to say the least. As if her mind had already wrapped around her conclusion she tipped her head a tad then putting one hand in her lap the other lazily rested on the table.
She looked about the room and continued without hurry, without emotion.
it was true, the younger generations were stupid and left trail upon trail. Thankfully she had lead hers withh the right choices. Clean kills. Quick feeds, an no evidence. But they were all gone away and she cleared her throat momentarily.
Pandora returned her hand to her lap, and continued staring at the woman infront of her. She too didn't bother looking at the woman in her eye, afterall though Pandora could sense she was a master vampire, she couldn't sense if Pandora would be able to resist the urge of the gaze without her powerbase around her.
It was an honest question, for not many vampires that were powerful enough to defend themselves sought shelter in a home already run by a Master Vampire. Pandora had delt with many vampires in her days, but even Tranquility didn't have nearly as many as other realms. Those that were here were weak. They were either binded to the Master of the City, or they were seeking shelter and protection.
This woman clearly didn't need either, which is what Pandora was worried about. No one Master Vampire cared to move into a territory that was already being run by another unless they had plans to take it over. But if that were the case, this woman would have come with her own servants.
She just looked to Pandora for a few moments. Thinkin' on how to put what she wanted to say. Without the use of worthlessness. Her brows worked it over for a moment. She had become a shrew, marked herself a monster and took herself elsewhere for centuries. Her bloods had been erraticated by a lycan who had fell for her. But she wouldn't give him the second look. She had more things to worry about. Keepin' her family afloat. But she was spared, to endure the loneliness once more. She didn't like starting over, she despised everything she had worked for. Turning her family to the newer times. Adapting them.
She looked to the wall adorned with objects. She wasn't really lookin' at them, she had lost them all, but her strongest guard. Who was still MIA, he had went undercover to try and help her smush the bloods that were giving them badnames. Makin' them a minice to society.
Her voice dropped a little, but no emotion emitted. She held herself level as she returned her gaze to Pandora's direction once more. She would love to find her guard. She would love to have him with her...but would that break the laws here? Even if she swore upon her unlife? ..She doubted she could even find him. He had gone off her radar. Where he was, she could not reach.
Pandora gave a brisk nod of her head, knowing all too well what the woman was talking about. Afterall, she'd been there herself once upon a time, had she not?
Pandora's eye's were cool blue, but didn't reflect much emotion in them. Instead, they simply were. As if staring directly through the body at the other end of the table. Her voice was equally empty.
Pandora rose her hands from beneath the table, thus from her lap, and instead folded them atop the wooden surface infront of her.
She held her gaze. Her mouth held no smile. Held nothin'. Just lingered. She shifted a little as the chair was akward for her, she had always preferred to stand except for her chair. but she neither had that nor had anything remarkably close. Nodding.
Watching her as she moved her hands but didn't use them as a form of communication she looked to her skirts. Sliding her skirt up a little she reached into the hidden fold. pulling the parchment she slowly slid it onto the tables surface. Using her index fingers unrolled it, the timecolored yellow of the parchment was missing small pieces from the side, and the print had been scrawled in blood. She moved to slide it acrossed the table it went back 17 centuries, and she from the direct bloodline of Mossilitto the first, Charles in fact. Then his queen Annette, and then to Siara, and Jereome, and then her sirlord, Manuel. her name was scrawled as the last decendant at the bottom, there were other limbs but they were all blank. Erased, but not by hand. As people died they erased as if they hadn't of existed. She looked upwards for a moment her mind whirling. But her name was so Written - Carina Natrine Mossilitto, 1265- and it ended with that, it had been stamped by the Original Master, who had been created by a darker being but found his own way. He came from italy and his queen from France..known to many of the underworld.
Pandora didn't make a move for the parchment. It would document the records of the line, but it wouldn't document anything about the Master Vampire or how she chose to live her life. Besides, anyone could forge these days.
Pandora didn't like shifting peoples memories without their permission, which is why she wore gloves more often then not. She wasn't powerful enough to do this simply by thinking of someone, Pandora needed physical contact to be able to take a trip down memory lane.
It was a rare gift, and one of the only ones Pandora carried. She had many talents, and many abilities, but Memory Reading was the only one that Pandora had that proved to be of use in situations like this.
As far as Pandora knew, there were only three currently undead vampires with this ability in the entire world. It didn't come in handy in battles, and you couldn't use it for defense or attack, but it sure did help with knowledge. Knowledge in itself was a dangerous tool.
She frowned slowly, thinkin' of the judgement Pandora would pass on her, how she would look at her bloods being slaughtered. And She had been no where to be found. She had been out searching for clues, for leads on the scoundrels at hand. And....seeking the construction of the new society. She relaxed herself on que. And studied Pandora. Nodding once more. Read my memory, do as you wish... Knowin the skills of someone else, being used on her would cause her some sore of response. She leaned forward for a moment, and crossed one leg over the other.
Pandora gave another brisk nod of her head and pushed her chair back ever so slightly. The four wooden legs groaned in protest as they slid across the stone floor of the Tower. Normally, she would force a visitor to approach her, however Pandora tended to treat other Master Vampires with respect, at least until they had given reason not to.
For this reason, Pandora gracefully rose from her chair without even using her gloved hands to push herself upward as mortals and a great many of vampires tended to do. Grace, afterall, further supported the appearance that Pandora was skillful.
Her footfalls were silent as slippered feet seemed to slide easily enough across the floor. Pandora paused only when she was standing directly infront of the seated woman. As she stood there, peering down at the woman seated, Pandora began working her gloves off her hands, one finger at a time. When one hand was free of her glove, she placed it slowly on the table, now beside her, and began working on the other. She was taking her time for a reason. They were both vampires, and thus had nothing BUT time.
When Pandora's hands were both free of the material that protected both the receiver and herself, Pandora paused a moment, to allow the vampire to prepair herself, and then icy cold fingers rested calmly on the womans forearms. Pandora could now look into the Vampires eye's without fear of finding out which was indeed the stronger of the two. With contact, it most certainly was the Master of the City.
The woman would feel paralized, a deliberate sensation that promised the protection of Pandora whilst her attention was diverted. It ensured that none could attack her while she was busy watching the Memories that played before her. Her eye's remained open, and Pandora built up her energy, her power. Then, when her very skin danced with the power of the undead, Pandora thrust that power down her arms, and out her fingertips, into the flesh there. Into the woman.
It met with her own power, and then pummelled further inward, as if skellaton fingers were searching every fiber of the body. The tingling sensation travelled from the womans arms, upward to wrap around her shoulders, and continued skyward. Up her throat, over her cheeks, her eyes. Searching. Seeking. And finding.
She watched her grace. Her ease. Her tounge clicked once against her teeth. Her brows relaxed, she kept her eyes open. As the woman walked to her, took her time removing the gloves with purpose.
She took the time, to make it easier for Pandora, she relaxed her shields. Her mind's strength. While pandora was preparing, so was she. Not on defense and not on offense. A sort of realization of the power that stood before her. At the womans touch, she wanted to not move. The icey feel was home for her, it was unbothersome. Her spine instinctfully straightened. Her orbs lookin' over Pandora's face and then into her eyes. Her golden orbs, lighting up with a dark flame that then began to swirl as theh tingles invaded and with her surrender spread. As the ribbons of question flowed through her pandora' found answers. Statements, Rhetoricals, formulas, plans, scenes. Some in particular stood out from theh rest.
It was a darkened night, and a fog rolled in, overtook the streets...the buildings. Not one soul could see a hand infront of their face. In the distance howls escaped. Deadly disturbances arose from the confusion, and then with a flash, and a quickness not too many possessed she could see Carina, At the taste of her prime. There were several near her. They appeared to be talkin' on a green plot, the fog had decipated around them, and faces of those she had under her flashed before her vision. Then, Carina was gone, her shadow lead off in the direction she had gone. And the others stood and finished the discussion, but their lips didn't move..then it flashed to Carina, in another town in France..listenin' in on a priest and a monk who had been speakin'. Both were of dark deception and had used their covers to find their prey.
Visions of their bodys but no blood, raced through and then the group could be seen slain. As Carina had gotten closer to stopping them, they had also worked their way into hers. They had darkened one of her very own, and he himself had befriended a lycan. Together they went rampade. The Lycan? he had wanted Carina, but she had run from him fearing her distruction. Oh how it was to be young!
The next vision rolled through her, and an actual tear sled from her eye, as Carina just saw Pandora for pandora, and Pandora saw through her. The vision was of her SirLord who had offered not her gift, but gave it to spare her being. His red hair tickled into his face but was mostly pulled back, he was dressed eligantly. He had only turned three in total. He found it unnessecary to burden people with this curse.
The other visions were of the people she had fed upon. Criminals of the worse. Murderers, Scurvy Pirates, Women abusers, womanizers... Ones that posed harm to someone who coulden't defend themselves. Carina was always clean about it, and talented. She caught on quickly. She only fed to keep her strength and not a drop more, not for the sexual behavior, even though there had been a few she did embellish in, but she had not killed them, just washed herself from their memory. The very last image was again of Carina in her prime. She stood tall, with her arms crossed. Her eyes in the vision met the ones that were seeking. ...It seemed to whisper ..
She felt her insides fight against Pandora, they had shown everything from birth to the begining of her unlife, the transformation, the convulsions, the need for blood.. the restraint she had held. It was more surprising, it was..amazing.
Carina seemed to turn to the visions eye completely and then her eyes held nothin', they were but blank pupils..the flame inside dieing slowly...her secrets were no longer secrets...But her feelings clung to the loneliness.
When Pandora was satisfied with all that she had bare witness to, she removed her bare hands from the woman and took a slow step backwards to allow her to regroup. People were affected by Memory Reading all different ways. Some were dizzy, some were wrought with emotions. Some cold, angry. Some simply looked lost or puzzled as if waiting for the time to snap out of what they just went through.
Without speaking a word, Pandora reached out to the table and picked up both gloves in one hand. She took another step away from the Vampire, until she was clear of the edge of the table and then she turned and slowly began walking towards her seat once more.
As she walked, she redawned on the gloves, first the left and then the right, expertly as those whom have repeated a task so many times before are wan to do. By the time she reached her chair once more, both gloves were back where they belonged, pointedly and comfortably fitting to her hands. The expression fit like a glove actually had a point.
She remained silent as she lowered herself once more to her chair, and folded her gloved hands in her lap again. Her eyes travelled the length of the table to rest on the woman's chin, across the way. It was then and only then that she spoke.
She sat, unable to move for a moment. Slightly angered for knowin' that the other woman knew of her past far more than she wished any to. Her jaw clenched. And she slowly stood. She wasn't dizzy, but she felt too light. She felt akward, she had only had that done once before...by a relative. She drew her cloak up with her, slowly she turned and strode around the chair, standing due center of Pandora. she donned her cloak and eased the clasp into place. She glanced down into the woman's face. She had acted a little diffrerent then most would. Not all vamps had such a past, such a blood. Carina was special, her talents skills and powers surpassed most. She had never backed down from anyone, never stepped over a line. Never pushed past what she couldn't handle.
She turned and strode to the doorway. Then while she glanced on through eyein' the guards she found her control once more.
Her accent was thick, as if she had trained herself to speak english without the twinge. But she was being herself. As she told her she was going to the inn she had passed. She pulled from her pockets somethin' wrapped in a thick wool. it was the Mossilitto Journal, encrested with the Green Emerald, hugged by two engraved lillies, the leather was old, thick. Made correctly. She placed it on the floor at the door..her voice seeming to come from the walls.
With that she disappeared, stepped from the meeting room, down the short hall to the door, and the Lycan eyeing her as he slid it open and let her pass. His exhail alerting her, that he was pleased she was leaving.
Pandora waited until the Vampire was gone, and heard the door click shut behind her, before she gestured to one of the guards indicating she expected her to stoop down and pick up the gift that the Vampire had placed there for her. A book, no doubt. But one that not everyone was welcome to? Well, shame to say anyone within Nightworld would be able to read such a book, unless Pandora found it worthy of her own private collection.
Not waiting for the guard to comply with her request, Pandora reached out and retrieved the parchment she had been in the process of reading prior to the woman's arrival. The Market Place was scheduled to be open for the public outside of the residents of the Hidden Realm of Tranquility at the end of this month, which meant that Pandora still had a lot to do before then.
The book that the Vampire had left would be placed atop the table with the rest of the parchments. When Pandora had a moment she would leaf through it, which probably wouldn't be until she retired to her own chambers. The book would come with her and be placed on a chair beside Pandora's bed. There it would remain until Pandora had completed reading all of it and had decided if it was worthy of her private collection, or if it would be added to the Nightworld Library.
Pandora LeAmour
(Mentioned in this Rp: Carina, Pandora, Tathar, William)
She zoomed through the air. The world at her orbs view seemed to stand still. The wind pitchhed and rolled but her form just lingered. Floating with ease. She dropped in altitude, the scenery before her starting to maximize from ant size. Leaning her head she cranned, locating a forest. Her clothes clung to her like a second skin. the black textured gown draped over her with it's own curse. in particles of light it would show slimmers of gold.
Her arms at her sides, but then one sliding up so she could indeed inspect her fingernails. They were long, and sharp. But not to the regular eye, they just looked ladylike. Her tanner complexion was odd for a vamp, but she had found ways to keep herself lookin' kissed by the sun. Her nails were the same color of her dress.
the world flew by her as she inched in farther to the forest. Without a second knowledge she flew through two trees and her body dropped from the sky like an anchor of lead. Stretching her legs down she imprinted her feet in the ground. She glanced around irritatedly. What the hell was t hat? She couldn't even muster up the energy it took to fly again. She frowned. She felt drained. Then her head pulsated and her nose filled with something. Her golden orbs shifted over the trees, things were different. The shadows bent in the wrong direction, she proceded, the pounding in her head louder and louder as she stepped. Biting her lip she paused and listened for a moment, her vision blurring as her mind whizzed through the forest to the trail ahead. Then following the trail she reached the town. Seeing blurred images as she zoomed around everything, then lockin' on the tower her vision cracked and her mind returned to her.
" I see...."
She wasn't one to intrude on someone elses territory, she knew the law. But she didn't know this land. Did people know of this established place? The place where things that go bump in the night mingled in among the pulsating?
Her eyebrow worked as her thoughts carried her, walkin' to the trail and into town, she would make her first stop.....the ...tower...
She knew not who's home it was, nor did she think they would take to it kindly. Her orbs moved over the buildings and those skittering off to their own homes as the sun had set on the busy day. Shops would soon be closed, and smoke would rise from the chimneys.
Her boots stepped to the side as she continued to walk.
Pandora had not been having a pleasant week, to say the least. The new Marketplace had taken a lot of construction to complete, and with construction came noise, but it was there to generate a more popular business, which in turn would be best for the small realm of Tranquility.
Now, she was seated at the empty table in her meeting room. God, it had been a lifetime since she could actually call it HER meeting room. The Tower no longer housed the members of NightWorld. They were growing too large, and thus Pandora sent them packing, so to speak. Each Nightworlder now had a place either at the local Inn, or in the village itself.
Tathar had been long gone and Pandora had shoved all his personal belongings in what was once known as the Nightworld Quarters. The name had been changed to the Guest Quarters, for they no longer housed those of Nightworld. The tower had returned to being Pandora LeAmour's home. The home of the Master of the City.
The only two people actually staying within the Tower now was Pandora herself and Raistlin, who had taken up a temporary stay in the quarters that held Tathar's belongings. Of course, they weren't the only two people in the tower... The tower was still busy with the hired help and the guards that were stationed throughout.
Pandora had another neverending stack of parchments infront of her, though these ones had nothing to do with what could be admitted to the library. No, instead the parchments she had been working through were all documentations and parchment work for the soon opening Market Place.
Her form drifting along peacefully. She dipped her head down only long enough to squash, the need for her fangs to convert. Nay she needed to stay innocent in their eyes. She needed to be clean, worthy of trust...For now...Her lips twisted a little. She would never harm someone who didn't need it. Her deep auburn hair seemed to glow in the light of the street lanterns. Her ears perked a little as she made her way through the square.
It was slightly quiet, except for the racquet that seemed to be coming from the market place. She pushed herself onward, ignoring the annoyance.
She found the tower and walked around to the door. Frownin' as it was locked from within' she knew she had come to the right place. Her orbs darted over one who seemed to vanish from a window's view. and another from a ledge well hidden from mortals. The filth. Her lip curled in immediate disgust, Then realizing that those who had disappeared were guards. They must have smelled or sensed her irreputable aura. No doubt.
She lifted a well toned arm and proceeded to knock upon the door. Her eyes calmed to a cool gold. Swirling, captivating.
The guards didn't need to approach Pandora for her to be made aware of what was standing outside her door. The place was so quiet now that the Nightworlders weren't lingering around. She could easily hear the rap at the door. Just as well, she could sense that the being on the other side of it was a Vampire. And a powerful one, at that.
William was no longer stationed at the door, at least not this evening. It hadn't been decided if he would resume his duties when he returned. Instead, there was a Lycan stationed at the door this evening, and a wolf at that. Pandora had selected him for two reasons. One, being he was a sheer threat in size and would undoubtedly keep the mortals at bay. The second, being that her animal to call was a Wolf and thus she could communicate with him just fine without ever having to talk.
Lowering her parchments, Pandora sent out a silent message to the guard to remain standing there but to not worry about the door, that Pandora herself would take care of it. She then, using the same silent conversation, sent forth a inquiry to the vampire lurking outside her home.
"What is it you want, Vampire?"
[/b][/u][/center]She blinked as something inside her stirred. She rested the weight of her form on the heels of her. Tipping her head her nose had filled with warm, tantalizing scent..husky and bruteish. How lovely. Her eyes rolled to the side a Lycan Guard. Knowin' herself this was probably the smartest choice, she dismissed her further judgement.
She grimaced a little as the sound plummeted through her eardrums like an order from the evil underlords.
She continued to look around as if she was waiting, she felt eyes on her from the village so she didn't wish to set herself out.
She pushed back. Her voice was dark. Intense, but had an odd warmth to it. Oh the luxuries of being a vamp, or curses for those whho didn't embellish the gift. Her mind shot back with emplorement.
"...I wish to meet the one, who holds to this location...And to ask if I may stay for a bit...."
The other was rude, but she had the right. She didn't squirm at the level of energy she could sense. She wouldn't crumble to her will like most would. Perhaps whoever was behind this door and inside was on her level. Perhaps they were worthy of knowin' her existance.
She continued.
"...Bonjour, madame. je voudrais entre ici, ou t'habite. (hello madam, I would like to enter here, where you live)"
She pulled her mind back from the stretch, it would only draw a yawn from her mouth as she continued to visibly look as if waiting impatiently.
Pandora settled back in her chair, and took her sweet time doing it. She carefully folded her hands in her lap, beneath the surface of the table, and summoned a few more guards for the room. She then summoned two more to the Tower Door to escort her visitor in. Then, and only then, did she silently let the Lycan on the door know he could let them enterance.
While the Lycan began sliding the locks out of place, Pandora silently communicated with the one on the other side of the door once more.
"Very well. Two of my guards will escort you in. Do not take advantage of my hospatality."
Her voice wasn't entirely rude, but it was spoken with authority. Or as much as one could get when not using a voice at all to begin with. She would wait until the two guards escorted the Vampire into her meeting room before she bothered speaking aloud.
She said nothin' in return. Just waited, pulling her black cloak tapered with gold back around her, from where?, well as it had been over her other arm the whole time. She looked dead on, as the Lycan slid open the lock and then tugged the door open wide enough.
Their eyes would never meet. Her chin lifted higher. Lycans. Had been the death of her dynasty. She wouldn't judge the future ones for her to meet, but she wouldn't trust them either. She could feel his uneasy, yet willingness to pounce her and it digusted her. Her golden orbs shifted over his frame to the guards who approached to take her further into the tower. Her pale pink lips seemed plump, and mouthwatering. She was, a master. Her charms were almost unevadable. Her eyes were like stars long ago robbed from the heavens. Though her charms ddn't always sit well with the females.
Her hands resting behind her back clapsed together she was unarmed. She had no need to carry a weapon. She was beyond that and many other forms of fighting styles. Stepping through the walkway into the meeting room she let her eyes fall upon the one seated so elegantly at the table. So stiff, she thought. But her mind was secured. Even if someone were to probe they'd hear not even a heart beat. Imagine that!. Her aura was enough to choke a mortal if she willed it, her hands never bloodied unless from the occassional drop of crimson sometimes that came as the last drop of blood from her feast. She herself never spilled it. She never would dream of wasting such power, such beauty. She loved who she was. Had welcomed it. When a man had put her on the line for their own sake of satisfaction and power. She had taken in a blink.
Pushing her cloak off her head she raised her orbs to the level of pandora's. She didn't look into them, but she studied her other features.
"...I wouldn't dream of it..."
It was a response to what she had said. Attackin' upon such an approach would lead to too many slain, and two vamps battling it out. Not exactly the quiet the setting called for.
Her curves weren't in all the right places, but for her height of 5'9, she was a goddess. Almost. Fallen perhaps. She took yet another step. The light flooding over her with impact known only to her.
Pandora's expression remained unreadable, yet a single gloved hand appeared from beneath the tables surface to gesture to the chair closest to the door, at the opposite end of where Pandora herself sat, so they could be facing each other. She spoke aloud, now that the woman was inside.
"Sit and tell me what bring's you to my home."
It wasn't a question. She knew the vampire in attendance was a Master Vampire, but Pandora was Master of the City. Here, no matter how powerful, the company would either obey the commands, or risk unproper hospatality and thus would have to deal with the consequences of the Nightworld Council ontop of the Master of the City.
It wasn't often outsider vampires bothered to visit her realm. Pandora was known to rule with an iron fist and to take no kindness to visitors. Curiousity buzzed inside wondering why this particular vampire chose to enter her home without an escorted party of her own.
She watched her gesture the chair, moving to it biting her own tounge she used the toe of her boot to scoot it out and she slid into the seat with ease. Her hands moving up to remove the cloak completely as she leaned back into the chair.
Her eyes drifted over the rest of the one who sat before her. Analizing. Strong. Stubborn. Selfish at times. Intruiging to say the least. As if her mind had already wrapped around her conclusion she tipped her head a tad then putting one hand in her lap the other lazily rested on the table.
"..I was...traveling...and brought down. So I decided to find what such power it was to contempt me so."
She looked about the room and continued without hurry, without emotion.
"...I have been searching for a calmer place. The stupidity of the young ones has lead many to a fate far worse than any can surmise."
it was true, the younger generations were stupid and left trail upon trail. Thankfully she had lead hers withh the right choices. Clean kills. Quick feeds, an no evidence. But they were all gone away and she cleared her throat momentarily.
"..I concluded that this place, was one of prosperity. Promise."
[/b][/u][/center]Pandora returned her hand to her lap, and continued staring at the woman infront of her. She too didn't bother looking at the woman in her eye, afterall though Pandora could sense she was a master vampire, she couldn't sense if Pandora would be able to resist the urge of the gaze without her powerbase around her.
"And why would a Master Vampire want to stake a home in a small realm where there is already a Master Vampire in ruling?"
It was an honest question, for not many vampires that were powerful enough to defend themselves sought shelter in a home already run by a Master Vampire. Pandora had delt with many vampires in her days, but even Tranquility didn't have nearly as many as other realms. Those that were here were weak. They were either binded to the Master of the City, or they were seeking shelter and protection.
This woman clearly didn't need either, which is what Pandora was worried about. No one Master Vampire cared to move into a territory that was already being run by another unless they had plans to take it over. But if that were the case, this woman would have come with her own servants.
She just looked to Pandora for a few moments. Thinkin' on how to put what she wanted to say. Without the use of worthlessness. Her brows worked it over for a moment. She had become a shrew, marked herself a monster and took herself elsewhere for centuries. Her bloods had been erraticated by a lycan who had fell for her. But she wouldn't give him the second look. She had more things to worry about. Keepin' her family afloat. But she was spared, to endure the loneliness once more. She didn't like starting over, she despised everything she had worked for. Turning her family to the newer times. Adapting them.
She looked to the wall adorned with objects. She wasn't really lookin' at them, she had lost them all, but her strongest guard. Who was still MIA, he had went undercover to try and help her smush the bloods that were giving them badnames. Makin' them a minice to society.
"...I nay wish to make any claims. Nor get in your way. I am just lookin' for somewhere to reside without the complications, the wars.....the blood wars..."
Her voice dropped a little, but no emotion emitted. She held herself level as she returned her gaze to Pandora's direction once more. She would love to find her guard. She would love to have him with her...but would that break the laws here? Even if she swore upon her unlife? ..She doubted she could even find him. He had gone off her radar. Where he was, she could not reach.
Pandora gave a brisk nod of her head, knowing all too well what the woman was talking about. Afterall, she'd been there herself once upon a time, had she not?
"Tranquility is a no hunting zone. We do not feed upon the mortals here. There is a blood bank within the Marketplace for dire emergancies, or you hunt outside the realm limits. Though those within Tranquility are aware of such beings as ourselves, we pride ourselves on our ability to cloak our appearances. In other words, Vampire, we do not advertise what we are, for our own protection."
Pandora's eye's were cool blue, but didn't reflect much emotion in them. Instead, they simply were. As if staring directly through the body at the other end of the table. Her voice was equally empty.
"Any immortal whom harms another within Tranquility are banished or put to death. We do not hunt within our home. We do have NightWorld hunter's among us, and thus our identity is to remain covened."
Pandora rose her hands from beneath the table, thus from her lap, and instead folded them atop the wooden surface infront of her.
"I will need to see your history before I can establish residency within my home for you, and any member of your party."
[/b][/u][/center]She held her gaze. Her mouth held no smile. Held nothin'. Just lingered. She shifted a little as the chair was akward for her, she had always preferred to stand except for her chair. but she neither had that nor had anything remarkably close. Nodding.
Watching her as she moved her hands but didn't use them as a form of communication she looked to her skirts. Sliding her skirt up a little she reached into the hidden fold. pulling the parchment she slowly slid it onto the tables surface. Using her index fingers unrolled it, the timecolored yellow of the parchment was missing small pieces from the side, and the print had been scrawled in blood. She moved to slide it acrossed the table it went back 17 centuries, and she from the direct bloodline of Mossilitto the first, Charles in fact. Then his queen Annette, and then to Siara, and Jereome, and then her sirlord, Manuel. her name was scrawled as the last decendant at the bottom, there were other limbs but they were all blank. Erased, but not by hand. As people died they erased as if they hadn't of existed. She looked upwards for a moment her mind whirling. But her name was so Written - Carina Natrine Mossilitto, 1265- and it ended with that, it had been stamped by the Original Master, who had been created by a darker being but found his own way. He came from italy and his queen from France..known to many of the underworld.
Pandora didn't make a move for the parchment. It would document the records of the line, but it wouldn't document anything about the Master Vampire or how she chose to live her life. Besides, anyone could forge these days.
"I have other ways of seeing what I wish to know. Allow me to shift through your memory, and I shall gain all the required information I shall be needing to make a decision on your request to reside within my home."
Pandora didn't like shifting peoples memories without their permission, which is why she wore gloves more often then not. She wasn't powerful enough to do this simply by thinking of someone, Pandora needed physical contact to be able to take a trip down memory lane.
It was a rare gift, and one of the only ones Pandora carried. She had many talents, and many abilities, but Memory Reading was the only one that Pandora had that proved to be of use in situations like this.
"I assure you it will not hurt."
As far as Pandora knew, there were only three currently undead vampires with this ability in the entire world. It didn't come in handy in battles, and you couldn't use it for defense or attack, but it sure did help with knowledge. Knowledge in itself was a dangerous tool.
She frowned slowly, thinkin' of the judgement Pandora would pass on her, how she would look at her bloods being slaughtered. And She had been no where to be found. She had been out searching for clues, for leads on the scoundrels at hand. And....seeking the construction of the new society. She relaxed herself on que. And studied Pandora. Nodding once more. Read my memory, do as you wish... Knowin the skills of someone else, being used on her would cause her some sore of response. She leaned forward for a moment, and crossed one leg over the other.
"..As you wish.."
[/b][/u][/center]Pandora gave another brisk nod of her head and pushed her chair back ever so slightly. The four wooden legs groaned in protest as they slid across the stone floor of the Tower. Normally, she would force a visitor to approach her, however Pandora tended to treat other Master Vampires with respect, at least until they had given reason not to.
For this reason, Pandora gracefully rose from her chair without even using her gloved hands to push herself upward as mortals and a great many of vampires tended to do. Grace, afterall, further supported the appearance that Pandora was skillful.
Her footfalls were silent as slippered feet seemed to slide easily enough across the floor. Pandora paused only when she was standing directly infront of the seated woman. As she stood there, peering down at the woman seated, Pandora began working her gloves off her hands, one finger at a time. When one hand was free of her glove, she placed it slowly on the table, now beside her, and began working on the other. She was taking her time for a reason. They were both vampires, and thus had nothing BUT time.
When Pandora's hands were both free of the material that protected both the receiver and herself, Pandora paused a moment, to allow the vampire to prepair herself, and then icy cold fingers rested calmly on the womans forearms. Pandora could now look into the Vampires eye's without fear of finding out which was indeed the stronger of the two. With contact, it most certainly was the Master of the City.
The woman would feel paralized, a deliberate sensation that promised the protection of Pandora whilst her attention was diverted. It ensured that none could attack her while she was busy watching the Memories that played before her. Her eye's remained open, and Pandora built up her energy, her power. Then, when her very skin danced with the power of the undead, Pandora thrust that power down her arms, and out her fingertips, into the flesh there. Into the woman.
It met with her own power, and then pummelled further inward, as if skellaton fingers were searching every fiber of the body. The tingling sensation travelled from the womans arms, upward to wrap around her shoulders, and continued skyward. Up her throat, over her cheeks, her eyes. Searching. Seeking. And finding.
She watched her grace. Her ease. Her tounge clicked once against her teeth. Her brows relaxed, she kept her eyes open. As the woman walked to her, took her time removing the gloves with purpose.
She took the time, to make it easier for Pandora, she relaxed her shields. Her mind's strength. While pandora was preparing, so was she. Not on defense and not on offense. A sort of realization of the power that stood before her. At the womans touch, she wanted to not move. The icey feel was home for her, it was unbothersome. Her spine instinctfully straightened. Her orbs lookin' over Pandora's face and then into her eyes. Her golden orbs, lighting up with a dark flame that then began to swirl as theh tingles invaded and with her surrender spread. As the ribbons of question flowed through her pandora' found answers. Statements, Rhetoricals, formulas, plans, scenes. Some in particular stood out from theh rest.
It was a darkened night, and a fog rolled in, overtook the streets...the buildings. Not one soul could see a hand infront of their face. In the distance howls escaped. Deadly disturbances arose from the confusion, and then with a flash, and a quickness not too many possessed she could see Carina, At the taste of her prime. There were several near her. They appeared to be talkin' on a green plot, the fog had decipated around them, and faces of those she had under her flashed before her vision. Then, Carina was gone, her shadow lead off in the direction she had gone. And the others stood and finished the discussion, but their lips didn't move..then it flashed to Carina, in another town in France..listenin' in on a priest and a monk who had been speakin'. Both were of dark deception and had used their covers to find their prey.
Visions of their bodys but no blood, raced through and then the group could be seen slain. As Carina had gotten closer to stopping them, they had also worked their way into hers. They had darkened one of her very own, and he himself had befriended a lycan. Together they went rampade. The Lycan? he had wanted Carina, but she had run from him fearing her distruction. Oh how it was to be young!
The next vision rolled through her, and an actual tear sled from her eye, as Carina just saw Pandora for pandora, and Pandora saw through her. The vision was of her SirLord who had offered not her gift, but gave it to spare her being. His red hair tickled into his face but was mostly pulled back, he was dressed eligantly. He had only turned three in total. He found it unnessecary to burden people with this curse.
The other visions were of the people she had fed upon. Criminals of the worse. Murderers, Scurvy Pirates, Women abusers, womanizers... Ones that posed harm to someone who coulden't defend themselves. Carina was always clean about it, and talented. She caught on quickly. She only fed to keep her strength and not a drop more, not for the sexual behavior, even though there had been a few she did embellish in, but she had not killed them, just washed herself from their memory. The very last image was again of Carina in her prime. She stood tall, with her arms crossed. Her eyes in the vision met the ones that were seeking. ...It seemed to whisper ..
..."I'm alone, all Alone...I'm a monster! a MONSTER!...Where was I when I was needed....Never shall I keep another that close, never will I endanger them..."
She felt her insides fight against Pandora, they had shown everything from birth to the begining of her unlife, the transformation, the convulsions, the need for blood.. the restraint she had held. It was more surprising, it was..amazing.
Carina seemed to turn to the visions eye completely and then her eyes held nothin', they were but blank pupils..the flame inside dieing slowly...her secrets were no longer secrets...But her feelings clung to the loneliness.
When Pandora was satisfied with all that she had bare witness to, she removed her bare hands from the woman and took a slow step backwards to allow her to regroup. People were affected by Memory Reading all different ways. Some were dizzy, some were wrought with emotions. Some cold, angry. Some simply looked lost or puzzled as if waiting for the time to snap out of what they just went through.
Without speaking a word, Pandora reached out to the table and picked up both gloves in one hand. She took another step away from the Vampire, until she was clear of the edge of the table and then she turned and slowly began walking towards her seat once more.
As she walked, she redawned on the gloves, first the left and then the right, expertly as those whom have repeated a task so many times before are wan to do. By the time she reached her chair once more, both gloves were back where they belonged, pointedly and comfortably fitting to her hands. The expression fit like a glove actually had a point.
She remained silent as she lowered herself once more to her chair, and folded her gloved hands in her lap again. Her eyes travelled the length of the table to rest on the woman's chin, across the way. It was then and only then that she spoke.
"Welcome to Tranquility. Obey the laws, and you are granted stay for as long as you care to wish it."
She sat, unable to move for a moment. Slightly angered for knowin' that the other woman knew of her past far more than she wished any to. Her jaw clenched. And she slowly stood. She wasn't dizzy, but she felt too light. She felt akward, she had only had that done once before...by a relative. She drew her cloak up with her, slowly she turned and strode around the chair, standing due center of Pandora. she donned her cloak and eased the clasp into place. She glanced down into the woman's face. She had acted a little diffrerent then most would. Not all vamps had such a past, such a blood. Carina was special, her talents skills and powers surpassed most. She had never backed down from anyone, never stepped over a line. Never pushed past what she couldn't handle.
She turned and strode to the doorway. Then while she glanced on through eyein' the guards she found her control once more.
"..I only hope, that was what you truely wanted to see... Carina Mossilitto is at your call should you request... and I know I'll be able to hear it...feel it....Forgive me, as I haven't had a long rest, and I am to find some. I have already had nurishment for this day. I'll make myself useful.. I will send notion of my further business here... such has a business. Or something...Good Eve, Master of the City, Bon Soir. Et je suis aller dans le Lucky Cat..."
Her accent was thick, as if she had trained herself to speak english without the twinge. But she was being herself. As she told her she was going to the inn she had passed. She pulled from her pockets somethin' wrapped in a thick wool. it was the Mossilitto Journal, encrested with the Green Emerald, hugged by two engraved lillies, the leather was old, thick. Made correctly. She placed it on the floor at the door..her voice seeming to come from the walls.
"..Trials and Tribulations of Mossilitto, for your library...please take it...but nay let just anyone's eyes fall upon it...it speaks of things no being without complete control should bare witness too..."
With that she disappeared, stepped from the meeting room, down the short hall to the door, and the Lycan eyeing her as he slid it open and let her pass. His exhail alerting her, that he was pleased she was leaving.
Pandora waited until the Vampire was gone, and heard the door click shut behind her, before she gestured to one of the guards indicating she expected her to stoop down and pick up the gift that the Vampire had placed there for her. A book, no doubt. But one that not everyone was welcome to? Well, shame to say anyone within Nightworld would be able to read such a book, unless Pandora found it worthy of her own private collection.
Not waiting for the guard to comply with her request, Pandora reached out and retrieved the parchment she had been in the process of reading prior to the woman's arrival. The Market Place was scheduled to be open for the public outside of the residents of the Hidden Realm of Tranquility at the end of this month, which meant that Pandora still had a lot to do before then.
The book that the Vampire had left would be placed atop the table with the rest of the parchments. When Pandora had a moment she would leaf through it, which probably wouldn't be until she retired to her own chambers. The book would come with her and be placed on a chair beside Pandora's bed. There it would remain until Pandora had completed reading all of it and had decided if it was worthy of her private collection, or if it would be added to the Nightworld Library.
