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Post by Elannryia Dueval de Cruor on Jan 13, 2007 4:25:09 GMT
The wind grew cold, almost lifeless. Nearby coquina flowers turned to icicles as it passed. Many of the barbarians had fled into their dwellings once the news spread. A lone Vampira. The ONLY Vampira. She had made her way into their midst, searching for someone. Her raven black hair fell neatly just past her shoulder blades, almost touching the center of her back. She was clad in chained, black jeans, and a dark red tank top. Her feet were enclosed within her more than comfortable Converse. It was a modern day town, she knew.. Her fingerless fishnet gloves covered up until just below her elbow, on both sides. Her weapons were securely set on her belt, under the rich black cloak she had thrown on.
Elannryia Krishtine Dueval de Cruor. The barbarians who had been brave enough to remain in the streets, whispering her name amongst themselves. She sighed, her icy grey eyes looking around. Finally, she gre annoyed, and walked over to a young barbarian asking sharply in English, "Do you know where I may find Kurron Olhem?" Her silky voice made most races weak to hear, and she payed no mind to those who stared at her. She waited for the reply, and once the boy had answered, "Walk into Le Tavern de Ivylly, and you'll find him there." She thanked him kindly before walking into the tavern, her eyes searching the room
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Post by TC on Jan 13, 2007 11:12:46 GMT
The inside of the tavern was dimly lit and suited Kurron just fine. Having claimed a table towards the back of the main room he sat in shadows, watching the other patrons mule about and exchange pleasantries. His chair balanced on its back two legs as he leaned against the wall behind him. It was difficult for anybody to get a good look at his face as the shadows only revealed vague outlines. A candle placed at the far end of his table would occasionally throw a thin line of light across the mans face as the flame danced. A muscular torso clad in a tan wolf skin tunic with the sleeves torn off revealed the only thing that could be used to identify him in this part of the island. Tattooed upon his right arm was the image of a full moon holding a silhouette of a howling wolf within it. Anyone who recognized the symbol knew that he had traveled far. As he brought a mug to his lips he felt a chill sweep across the room. Setting his drink down, his gaze going to the door. Chuckling, he takes a long swig from his mug. So tha' be the vampira ere'one 'as been speakin of. He thought to himself as he drank.
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Post by Elannryia Dueval de Cruor on Jan 13, 2007 18:02:45 GMT
Elannryia moved easily, her steps light, like a dancers. She looked around, and glanced at the most darkened table. Her grey eyes seemed to penetrate the darkness, and she nodded her head in Kurron's direction, before looking around the tavern again. She moved her hair from her eyes, revealing the scars and tattoos that indentified her. She sighed as she heard the murmurs of her fathers name. Some of the barbarians hissed in displeasure at her, to which she flung a glare that, if it had been probable, would have frozen them.
She sighed lightly, then made her way to Kurron, her cloak covering her slender frame. She stopped once she got there, and said softly, in her silk-like voice, "Kurron, you're a devil to find, you do realize that, correct?"
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Post by TC on Jan 13, 2007 18:21:44 GMT
Looking up at her, he laughed faintly. "Aye, I like it that way." His voice was strong and even though three empty mugs sat upon his table he did not appear to be drunk. Finishing his current drink with one last swig he sets the mug down. He leans forward in his chair, placing his elbows on the wooden surface of the table. The dim light of the room hit his face and revealed the scar through his left eye. His greenish-blue right eye had a knowing look within it while his left barely reflected the dull color. Shoulder length dirty blond hair fell around his face as he focused on her. A smirk pulled at the edge of his mouth and slowly spread across his lips. Turning from the girl before him he gets the barmaids attention. "Another of your strongest ale." He then rests his chin between his hands as he looks at the girl again. "Now, wh't do ye want with me?"
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Post by Elannryia Dueval de Cruor on Jan 13, 2007 18:42:57 GMT
"My father told me a while ago, that if I ever seeked out guidance, to find the Olhem family. I've been searching for 20 years, and finally I have managed to find one of you. You know of my task, no?" She asked, her light grey eyes asking him the question, and also asking his permission to sit, for she had been travelling for quite a bit of time. Her hair fell diagonally across her eyes, and she kept her gaze on his.
Her eyes were bright, reflecting the light of the candle, and she gently placed a finger through it, smiling lightly as it did not extinguish, but got slightly brighter. "I suppose..you are afraid of me? Like the others....they hiss in displeasure at my presence...Am I that horrible to be around....am I really that terrifying?" she asked softly, speaking to Kurron.
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Post by TC on Jan 13, 2007 19:34:26 GMT
"Aye, I know of yer quest." His eyes closed for a moment as he waves his hand at the chair across from him. "Sit."Letting out a heavy breath he opens his eyes and looks directly into hers. "Ye believe that I be afraid of ye? Don't make me laugh. There be little in this world I fear 'nd ye my dear are not one of them."
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Post by Elannryia Dueval de Cruor on Jan 13, 2007 20:32:47 GMT
Elan flashed him a perfect smile, her fangs visible. She didn't care, and sat in the chair across from him, rubbing her calves gently, wincing a little. "I won't suck your blood, I promise." she stated, laughing softly. "Not unless you want me to" She smirked, then pulled off her cloak, revealing all her scars and her tattoos. She sighed a little and brushed a few strands of her hair from her eyes. Her pale skin shone in the light, reflecting obvious care for it. She laced her fingers together and set her hands in her lap.
"If you know of my quest, then you must know why I am here, right?" She asked him, looking him square in the eyes. Her eyes were grey...almost lifeless. They were ghostly pale, as was her skin. She sighed a little bit, and looked around the tavern, fingering the chain that hung around her neck. Upon this chain was a vial of blood, a few charms, and an onyx stone that had been cut into her symbol, with ruby snakes winding, just like her tattoos. She fingered the vial of blood, sighing lightly.
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Post by TC on Jan 13, 2007 21:17:26 GMT
Ignoring her comments about sucking his blood, Kurron leans back in his chair to be engulfed in shadows again. He looks her over, examining each scar and tattoo with mild interest. "I know not why ye be here. Surely ye father told ye that those of the Olhem family are not known for our willingness to help others." The barmaid brought over and set his drink upon the table. He hands her a silver coin and brings the mug to his lips. After a long swig, he sets the mug down and lets out a sigh of pleasure. He pushes the drink to the side. "So what do you want of me?"
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Post by Elannryia Dueval de Cruor on Jan 13, 2007 22:50:21 GMT
"I need to know the leader of this race....I need to unite myself and the barbarian races...I NEED to complete my task...please." her eyes pleaded with him, her hands still clenched in her lap, her hair falling into her eyes. "Please Kurron...I need this...If I don't complete my father's legacy...I'll be mocked by everyone...even the Gods and Goddesses..." Elan looked down, afraid of him saying no to her.
She was afraid of being mocked by everyone, she was afraid of being alone to finish her task. "I also need a traveling companion...from each race...so I can ensure the unity becomes complete..." she whispered softly.
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Post by TC on Jan 13, 2007 23:20:25 GMT
A smile played across his lips. A humorous chuckled came from the shadows. There was several moment of silence as he thought out his words. "Your task is a difficult one. These tribes have not been united for nearly a millennium..." His voice softened and trailed off. "Ev'n now with peace b'tween the tribes, tis hard to keep war from breaking out again."
He watched her for a while in silence as she had opened her heart to him, even if just a little. "As for yer second request, that I can help ye with."
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Post by Elannryia Dueval de Cruor on Jan 14, 2007 2:07:03 GMT
Elan looked up at him, her usually lifeless grey eyes showing a sense of life, and trust within that life. She smiled lightly, revealing her fangs again, then sighed and looked around the room. "it's going to be tough on me to finish what my father began...but I'm determined to do it...and repopulate my race...if possible...." she said softly. "Though...I do like being a lone Vampira....it's nice. I get special treatment" She laughed softly.
Her eyes were changing to a soft topaz colour, reflecting an inner happiness.
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Post by TC on Jan 14, 2007 3:11:08 GMT
Special treatment or not there are plenty out there that would kill her to end her kind. He couldn't help but think that. Still, he didn't have the nerve to tell her of this. Reaching for his drink he brings the mug to his lips and downs the contents in one swig. Setting the mug down and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he looks at the Vampira.He sighs under his breath.
"Besides unit'ng with t'e Barbarian tribes, what mstt ye do ta complete yer duty?"
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Post by Elannryia Dueval de Cruor on Jan 14, 2007 3:32:20 GMT
"I have to unite every single race...together. Not just with me. It's what I was born to do...unfortunately for me." she replied, sighing. Her eyes changed back to their lifeless grey, and she stared at the flame of the candle, her eyes dulling a little bit, her hair falling into her eyes, Her skin seemed paler in the light of the candle, and her smile was hidden behind naturally red lips. Everything about Elannryia seemed to be perfect. Her smile, her skin, her eyes, everything.
Except...no one else had her past, her present, and possibly her future. She was scared, and it refleted in her eyes, She was scared of failing, and being mocked, She was scared of being erased from the realm forever. She was afraid....of being alone.
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Post by TC on Jan 14, 2007 3:45:25 GMT
Shaking his head and grumbles under his breath. "Women..." His gaze goes to the window as he wondered how late it had gotten since he had been here. Had to be nearly midnight. From his seat he could see the nights sky and the thousands of stars that sparkled from the darkness. His body relaxed and an unusual smile came to his lips. In a way, it often sent chills down peoples spines to see someone like him acting this way. Sighing, he continues to stare out the window. "What I me'nt was w'ere ye headed after 'ere?"
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Post by Elannryia Dueval de Cruor on Jan 14, 2007 4:07:39 GMT
"Oh...I have to travel to Rive'stone to speak with the Volvedir..." She shuddered. The cause of my races wipeout...how joyous will they be to see me alive... she thought hostily, then sighed. "That journey more than likely will be difficult for me to endure, seeing as how that race hates mine. They were the reason for my races wipeout. Though I'm sure you've heard the stories..." she muttered slightly, then sighed again and rose. "Well...I still need to find the leader of the barbarian tribe..." she said softly.
"Any ideas where I might find him or her?" she asked gently
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