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 Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2022 12:19 am
Ezo was only half listening to what she was saying at this point. His focus was on the sound of her blood as it pumped rapidly through her body. It was almost deafening. The lovely slope of her neck was so enticing. “That makes me happy to hear that. So many these days forget the old traditions of the past. Dancing in the moonlight nude being one of them. Such a pity..” The face began to slow and he pulled her in close. Placing her arm on his chest as he continued to hold the other. “I am sure when you do you look so beautiful. So enchanting and ethereal. I would love to see that too.” His own voice was deep and breathy as he looked at her hungrily. “I bet if you followed that dream you would find an amazing experience “ He placed his hand low on her waste. Gazing into her eyes, moonlight reflecting on them as a soft breeze Rosales his long blue hair. Just a few more moments and she would be his. Sara Siren Noire [Are you ok with him biting her?/quote]
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2022 12:55 am
There was something about the way he spoke to her...the way he looked at her...and perhaps a touch of foolish naivety that made it so easy for his words and actions to make her heart race and flutter. "Some traditions are worth holding to.." She had to agree to that, at least. Closer still he pulled her in, speaking in such a way that her face flushed even more and sent a warm tingle through her spine. "The way you make it sound I can't help but find myself believing you." Endolynn couldn't help but swallow thickly as she gazed into his eyes. The way the wind blew his hair and the shine of the moonlight in his eyes was almost hypnotizing. She had no idea what was happening yet, in this moment, she couldn't complain. Yayoi Yeah! I'm fine with it :3
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2022 3:05 am
 Elizavetta haughtily walked into the party, looking about in an unhurried manner. She had heard snippets of conversation among her kind and "peasants" alike and was curious as to what would beget her here. She knew there were mortals here it was easy to tell, although most here were not. Closely looking at each as she moved further into the room it was apparent of which clans were represented. A few she was trying to decipher but in all honesty her level of giving a damn was minimal. Those who knew her, knew better than to be in her way, those who did not would soon know. She did not suffer fools, whether vampire or not. Her family line was impeccable, and she would not tolerate any disparagement against it. This was one subject she would not back down from regardless of rank who dared disrespect her family. Finding a empty spot she settled in and continued to scan the room, looking for someone or something in case she became peckish which was a huge possibility. Boredom had already set in and she was barely here for five minutes. "The male who threw this party must be dull indeed" she said to herelf.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2022 3:35 am
 Andromeda had been at this party for a while now. She originally showed up because she assumed her father would be here. Being he was the clan disciple. But in all her searching, she hadn’t found him yet. Didn’t mean he wasn’t here, but she wasn’t trying that hard either. She had originally come to see him, but she always had her own plans as well. Andromeda had found herself a nice spot, off by herself, where she could take in the evening events. She was keeping her eye open for just the right opportunity to present itself. She hadn’t met the standing prince yet. But she was interesting in meeting whoever they might be. As Andromeda watch the crowd, she pulled out a small pocket book and pencil and began flipping through it, when a name and a face came walking in the room. She was in her book. This pretty little vampire. Meda flashed a fangy grin before pulling herself together and gently rearranging her suit to sit flat. Meda carefully glide her way across the floor, ending up behind and to the side of Elzavetta, just in time to hear the comment about their host. Which took her by surprise. Manners alone would dictate. ‘I wouldn’t be so quick to judge our host young Elizvetta. Unless you wish to be hosting the next one."
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2022 5:30 pm
- Fleur smiles and kisses his cheek. She smiles and heads towards the door and hallway that would lead her to Kityre and her bedroom. She crawls on bed and covers herself before rest on the pillows. It had been a long time since she had been here. She had been staying with her eldest daughter Roselind. She was so happy he was back it had been years and be near him again. Made her heart beat fast and her feel like a youngster again.-
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2022 5:32 pm
Thane was at a loss. All his carefully constructed social manners, that had honestly been a struggle to learn because he’d come from a backwater branch of the family line and spent most of his time being extremely antisocial, were completely and utterly useless. He was still holding on to the back of the ‘naughty’ chair as he watched the hat land nearby and the Malkavian went through the seven stages of grief over Faucy’s relationship with it. It was a good thing she tossed it back and it wouldn’t have been a healthy relationship at all. Thankfully Amadeo was ready to extract them from the conversation. “Such a shame,” Thane deadpanned. “I was so enjoying our time together.” His attention shifted back to Amadeo, nodding his head slightly. “It would be a great disservice to hold you here when so many others could benefit from your presence. Shall we go?”
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2022 8:39 pm
Ezo had spent years perfecting this way of hunting. He had had some failures but he found this was the most successful. Mortal women were so easy. Their dance slowed anshe dipped his head to lick lips with her. Moving from her lips to along her jaw and down her neck. He could sense the vein that. Flush with fresh blood as a blush had risen to her cheeks. He could snell it through her fur. It was intoxicating. A few more soft kisses to her neck and then the ears slid out. He made sure to position them so that no one could directly see what he was doing. It would just look like two people engaged in a little make out session. Slowly he sunk his fangs into her neck. A sigh of ecstasy escaped his lips as he began to drain her of precious vitae. His strong arms wrapping him around her body to keep her from getting away. As he drained her more and more her body would begin to slump and he would half carry half drag her body over it a nearby bench. Lowering her into a seated position Ezo drank his full then stood back, licking his lips as he stared down at her. He wouldn’t completely drain her. And she would wake up having no memory of the act. Perhaps she might remember him but nothing about the feed. Glancing at an oddly large clock on a wall he decided it was getrinf late. He was done doing what he had come to do. No point in staying any longer. He made his way out the front door. Purple eyes glancing around trying to find his mother who had come with him
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2022 11:08 pm
It was all too easy as the dance slowed to a stop; the moment his lips touched hers Endolynn's eyes fluttered shut just to allow her the chance to enjoy the moment. Was it reckless? Absolutely. Did it matter? Not right now, it didn't. Caution be damned tonight as a soft, breathy sound escaped her when he trailed kisses down her neck and whatever this might lead to. She didn't flinch at the sensation of what seemed to be, at first, a pinch; a feisty n** during heated kisses could almost be expected...except it didn't stop at just a 'n**'. Subtly she tried to pull back, but he didn't stop, arms locked around her and keeping her pressed against him in a way that trapped her arms between them. She couldn't pull away like this, hands gripping at his shirt as if she could have the strength or purchase to push him off of her somehow, yet she found her strength was rapidly failing. She felt heavy, barely aware of being moved to be seated somewhere...and then things just started to sort of....fade. Endolynn was tired, overcome by a warm yet cold haze that dragged her further under as her eyes fluttered and closed. Perhaps she'd used too much energy while dancing....and the drinks were far too strong. How long she'd been out there on the bench where she was left, she would never know, only that when she did wake it would leave her feeling quite dazed and disoriented for the remainder of the night. She felt, for lack of a better term, drained. It would certainly leave her with the need to recover and somewhat hazy memories of a charming, mysterious yet dark man.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2022 6:26 am
“Y-you’re leaving?” Her red eyed gaze flicked between the two as she grasp the faucet tight to her chest. A whimpering sound. “But the party just got started…” The last part was merely a whisper as she hung her head. Now she wasn’t having any fun. Why did the other Clans always go like this? One minute they are having a GREAT time and then they act like someone tinkled in their cheerios. Was it her? Noooooo there is no way it was her. She was a DELIGHT. She poked at the floor with a toe as the look of dejection increased. “Fine go then. Madeline will be ok. It’s not like she might go home and cry into her pillow or anything.” Madeline quickly turned her back to them, her shoulder bobbing up and down as if she were silently crying. The Mallavisn moved closer to the table she has crawled out from under. Slowly lifting the table cloth, pausing in case there were any words of protest. When none came she dropped Faucy to the ground and crawled back under letting the table cloth fall. A few seconds passed before the faucet was soon dragged under as well with a loud scraping sound and the sound of sobs coming from beneath the table began.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2022 4:20 pm
The party had continued to go on. Even after the two Giovanni had left. The time she had spent with them was fun but for some reason they left in a rush. Was it her? Did they not like Madeline? Poor poor Madeline. The Malkavian had remained under the table cradeling the faucet in her lap. “Faucy you were so rude and crude I am surprised they didn’t sauté your nose.” She wondered what sautéed faucet tasted like. Was it good? She sat there a long time in silence. The world passing her by. Red eyes starting at the faucet. All of a sudden there came growling. And soon after loud barkingZ the table flipped up and the faucet came flying out from beneath at the same time. It’s long red leash trailing brhind it as it flew through the air. “Faucy no! Heel! Stay! Stop! Sit! Play dead!!” Madeline screeched out as many commands as she could remember. But to no avail it did not stop the faucet from smacking a random Fae on the dance floor in the head and knocking them out. The faucet clinking to the floor with growl and barks accompanying it. Madeline raced up, biting her bottom lip. “Faucy you are so bad. No snausages for you tonight!
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2022 4:53 pm
Fortunately, the loss of consciousness was brief, and when Alessandra came to, she found herself face to... well, faucet with the thing that had knocked her off of her feet. The Malkavian vampire who'd followed seemed... quite strong. But Alessandra was not in a poor mood, even with the rude interruption. "I do apologize, Marquesse, but it would seem dancing is out of the picture." Bringing a hand up to touch the back of her head, the Ventrue observed the newcomer.
A young seeming vampire with a bright streak in her hair and vivid red eyes was ostensibly reprimanding the... well, faucet. Faucy. "I'm sure Faucy meant nothing by it," she said carefully, aware that it was not overly helpful to try to dissuade a Malkavian from her delusions. On the whole, however, she found the spectacle... rather charming, in its way. In any event, the vampire appeared worried, and there was really no reason for that. The action had seemed quite unintentional, or rather, the consequences had undoubtedly been.
"Come now, I'm quite all right. A little jostled, but very well indeed." She was, after all, quite strong herself. One knock on the head was surely not enough to do her any permanent damage. Even if it had been rather untoward, all things considered. A slight smile curved her lips, teasing at the tips of her fangs, even as she concealed them.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2022 5:13 pm
The Malk’s wad tilted sharply as Alessandra spoke. But not as if she was listening to her but to another voice that distracted her. Madeline furrowed her brow, picking up the faucet and holding the leash with an intense grip. “Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh HO!” She exclaimed the last part rather loudly. “Faucy meant all harm.” She stroked the faucet’s neck. Another loud round of barking and growls came as the faucet went for the Ventrue again. Madeline stepped on the leash effectively bringing the faucet down to clunk against the floor again. “You see? He’ll chew your face off before you know it. The Giovanni almost lost their pretty faces earlier.” She eyed the Ventrue momentarily. “Although perhaps….” She snapped to attention. Grasping the sides of her head. “No he is naughty and draws…..” the Malkavian paused, looking Alessandra up and down. Noting her pretty clothes and rather well kept appearance. “Peepees on the wallpaper at home!” She took in a deep breath after filtering the word she normally would have used. More growling began to rumble from what seemed was the faucet. Madeline lurched forward and tried to grab onto Alessandra. “You see?! You have such a potty mouth, Faucy! I thought we taught you betteeerrrrrrrrr!” She wailed.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2022 6:08 pm
Dia Chela was well aware that the moment she tried to leave the party, both Gangrel’s and possibly more would be waiting. Luckily she had the shadows on her side but she would do well to find another ally beforehand to even the odds. “This has been delightful,” she purred, now ignoring Rocky and Kale entirely in preference of Alessa. She ignored the spit where it had landed before her, even if the slight made her want to grind her teeth in anger. The utter disrespect. “I shall take my leave, to find some civilised company.” Her smile was sour. “Have fun with your pets.” Then she turned her back on them, just daring them to make a move and walked away, shadows following her to the other side of the room.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2022 6:24 pm
Schooling her expression, Alessandra watched the Malkavian, a faint hint of humor lurking in her eyes. "My, he does seem quite spirited," she murmured, placing a hand against her collar in a mock dismay. Of all the things that seers might bring to the Camarilla, this was surely not the most threatening. "How unfortunate that your wallpaper has been soiled." It hurt nothing to humor the stranger. If she was not mistaken, this was the source of the disturbance from before. Or, at least, one of the disturbances. The Prince was presently wrapped up in an effort to dispel the other ruckus, it seemed.
"What a naughty faucet," she said softly. "It must be such a hardship for you, keeping him in line." It would seem that the Malkavian was in quite the state. Carefully, Alessandra placed her hand consolingly on the stranger's arm, recognizing that the vampire appeared to want a bit more in the way of attention. It cost her nothing to provide it. Noblesse oblige did require a certain grace with others.
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2022 6:37 pm
Madeline paused in her dismay as the hand gently rested upon her arm. Ah was still, red eyes wide as her gaze slowly turned to the other vampire. Grasping the hand she rubbed it against her cheek with a low wail. “Faucy is so naughty. He does not care about what hardships he brings to Madeline’s door oh no!” Her head snapped to the side to regard the faucet still laying on the floor. Who was being rather quite. All of a sudden she took in a deep, long breath. “Faucy that is so mean you take that back?” She had Alessandra’s hand grasped tightly between her own. “She does not look like a blueberry wrapped in tinfoil. So. rude” Her head snapped back around so that she was was almost nose to nose with her. The madness in her red eyes all the more apparent. “You are not a blueberry though right? Cause I had a twig tell me they were a beef stick and that really hurt my mouth when I tried to eat it. Not that I was hungry I just thought who would leave a perfectly good beef stick laying around right? Right.” She agreed with hersel before Alessandra could Tree a word,
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