Fantasy The Offering |||IC

[ElectricDandellion]

You can post on the IC when I’ve created it and have you all partnered up. The role play will start from the auction just after the humans have gotten out of the chariot that had taken them to the castle of the royals. If you are accepted, I will like your post and you are then a verified character in the roleplay.

COGM: scorpiodragon

CURRENT CAST//ROLES:
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Prince vampire: Entity.Eclypse
PV’s human: ElectricDandellion

Prince V’s male friend: RI.a
Human: Radio_Rat66.6

Prince V’s younger sister: Available
Human: Available

Prince V’s male friend: Arcanimus
Human: RI.a

Prince V’s female friend: SandraDeelightful
Human: Acethekidd

Prince V’s female friend: Cosmos
Human: snailsnoo

Prince V’s female friend: Heavenchi
Human: K kurishiri

Prince V’s female friend: doneanddusted
Human: Wake

Prince V’s male friend: scorpiodragon
Human: ElectricDandellion

Prince V’s male friend:
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[scorpiodragon]

Night was close at hand for as the sun began setting beneath the horizon, that was when the carriage began making its way throughout the separate kingdoms, one of man and one of vampires, undead or monsters of the humans' nightly dreams, traversing through villages and countryside until they arrived at the palace where the royal vampires were waiting for their future partners who they were destined to marry, all to keep ties and good relationships between the predator and the prey. Lounging on one of the settee dotting one of the many rooms of the castle was one of the younger vampires of this event, only a vampire for four years and annoyed that he had to be here when he'd been on the verge of taking an assignment for the Japanese Government and yet he was stuck here for something else. Had it been anyone else that asked him, he would have refused, but as it was Damon who had asked him...well that was the only reason that he hadn't left for Japan. Still, the entire idea of a relationship with anybody which would led to an inevitable marriage according to what the royal vampires had been told by the government of vampires...something that would involve romantic interest and with food no less was positively not how the former soldier had thought his immortal life would be. For one, Haneul was hardly interested in any form of romantic involvement, and it would likely cut into his more interesting pursuits and occupation.

Haneul was a warrior and soldier...using his talents in killing and his unexpected immortality to kill, as a result of the siren four years ago, for good use as he saw it, hiring himself out to whoever would pay good money as a mercenary and assassin while also enjoying the privileges of being a count after working his way up the social rungs, helped along by Damon's interest and friendship, to become one of the nobility among vampires. Although dressed in fine and rather expensive clothing, Haneul was currently reading a book called Mary Barton by a woman no less by the name of Elizabeth Gaskell. Haneul, whom had never read a book by a woman, much less known them to write, was finding the book an intriguing read which detailed the plight of the working class in Victorian London. He certainly had no interest in being completely bored before the auction of the various humans began. Damon knew where to find him, as did the prince's other friends. Mentioned: Entity.Eclypse

 

[RI.a]

Nycholas Drayton

Earlier that day...

Nycholas woke at the break of dawn, the sunlight peaking through the curtains of his room. As beautiful as it is, he cannot bask in it's radiant light. The start of the day always reminded him of that sight so long ago; of the fire that consumed his mother's cries. He huffed and combed his dirty blonde hair with his fingers and tried to get up to get ready. Only to find an arm gently wrapped around his naked torso. His brown eyes scanned the dark-haired beat that he spent the night with. She was still sleeping soundly. As quietly as possible, he snuck away and put on a shirt and trousers. To not wake the vampire, the duke left the room and got ready in one of the many guest rooms the castle had. A servant smoothed the brand new coat as Nycholast checked himself in the mirror. Straightening his tie, the servant asked what he should do with the lady in his room. The vampire turned around and smiled kindly, "Thank her for spending time with me. Give her new clothes and some food before sending her home." He said and left the room, his polished shoes clicking against the marble floor. The corner of his lips still upwards, leaving no trace of his thoughts even though the day's tasks ran through his mind.

Was it the day of the auction, already?

Nycholas looked at the carriages reaching the castle doors from a window. To be honest, the duke wasn't pleased about the arrangement the kingdoms had come to terms with. He didn't treat the humans like farm animals, nor did he partake in hunting them personally. He's always had his food ready in a glass, never really having to feed from a human directly. The process was far too messy for his liking, and he didn't concern himself as to how the blood got into his glass. And for someone of his status, he rarely got to interact with one. And marriage was one thing he'd never thought to happen in his life. At least not for the next 300 years. He was still young compared to many of the kingdom's royalty. Earning his father's title at the age of 150 was no easy feat and it garnered a reputation for one of the youngest vampire dukes in the kingdom.

A knock on the door brought him out of his thoughts, "Pardon the intrusion. I came to notify Your Grace that it is nearly time for the auction." The maid bowed as she spoke, not daring to look at him. "Thank you, my dear. I will make my way soon." Dismissing the maid as he placed his empty wine glass on the center table. Buttoning his blazer as he left the room, he headed towards the princess' quarters. Finding the door open, his lips curled into a smile, showing his teeth. Nycholas quietly leaned against the door frame and admired the princess. Other than the prince, he spent a significant amount of time with Lexi. His friend was still way too thin, and his smile faltered a little. Finally, he decided to disturb her peace as Nycholas once more stood tall and knocked on the door.

"My Grace, as beautiful as ever." Giving her one of his drop-dead smiles. "Have you eaten enough? If not, I must advice you do for tonight. Would you do it for my selfish concern?" As he spoke, he closed the distance between them and eventually, close enough for him to cup her cheek with a hand.

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She strood, dressed in royal green as they brought in the humans. Gently she marked a parchment with a beatiful feather of grand colours. She counted in her head as she crossed, checked and lablled each name on her parchment. Out of the corner of her eye she caught the blonde. Short hair, he would make a fine specimine if he was human but his smell told her he was just like her. As she turned to him his lips moved in perfect rythm. "Nycholas," she breathed hevay in accent. "I have had pleanty today now that is enough of your concern, should you not be getting ready for the auction?" She could not help scoffing at the man, ordering her for his pleasure.. For the last however so long she and her family was cating to vampires from all walks of life, these humans she was checking off also from all walks of life were being carted in for the fact to be auctioned off. To other vampires no less to marry and become a part of them. She had half a mind to argue but she didn't have the heart to go against her brother's wishes. She was almsot afraid of him. She really had no reaso nto be outside of his vies and them being different from her own he was rather a nice man. To others the humans, she suddered and decided not to think of that. Tonioght was trhe worst night for all parties involved because this wasn't one, a party and she really hoped it was so she could party like she liked to."Also," she turned to the male taking her eyes off the group of people still flowing i nlike unchecked water. "This princess has a name, you should use it." She let a breif small smile flood her lips. Then looked back to the people. There were so many of them and such little time.Selfishly she too kanother glance at Nycholas a resh deep red blush rushing to her perfectly painted face. She turned once his hand landed on her cheek. "Wh..... what are you doijng?" she breathed heavily, heart racing like a horses.
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Interacting: RI.a
Located: Lexi's home preparing for the Auction
Mentioned: scorpiodragon Wake ElectricDandellion K kurishiri Radio_Rat66.6 Acethekidd snailsnoo

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[kurishiri]

[div class=Flex] [div class=Image] [div class=Title]Ayumu Mori[/div] [div class=Mentions] Character Sheet
Location: The chariot to the auction.
Interactions: Verbally, with nobody yet. [/div][/div] [div class=Content] Although the chariot had some conversation and interactions going on, Ayumu stayed silent, instead looking down. This was perhaps out of habit though, as in his past, he was of the lower rank. If he raised a hand or a head, only pain would await him. Not that he hasn’t experienced worse pain than lashings or whatever other punishment would await him if he made a mistake; he simply preferred not going through more pain than he had to. That, and his native language wasn’t English, so he would have a bit of a harder time processing information than his peers around him.

Though, he had to admit that a part of him wanted to get to know them better. For the most part, they seem nice. A few quiet ones in the house, and someone who seems to be a force to be reckoned with.

As dark thoughts made his way to his mind, he silently scolded himself and shook his head slightly before letting out a small smile, though possibly due to tiredness, it was debateable whether or not it reached his eyes. I wonder what I should do for my next painting. Maybe the night sky? Add in constellations, or maybe shooting stars? [/div][/div] [class=Flex] width: 100%; max-width: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; justify-content: center; align-items: stretch; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; box-sizing: border-box; [/class] [class=Image] position: relative; width: 300px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; background-image:url('https://s33.postimg.cc/ftvbaquz3/aoi-shouta.jpg'); background-size: 100%; background-position: 35% 5%; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=Title] position: absolute; bottom: 2.5px; width: 100%; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-size: 35px; font-family: 'Great Vibes'; text-shadow: 0px 0px 8px black; text-decoration: underline; [/class] [class=Mentions] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top:0; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Philosopher'; color: white; opacity: 0; background-color: rgb( 0,0,0,0.65); transition: opacity .5s; [/class] [class name=Mentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=Content] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Philosopher'; [/class]

 

[ElectricDandellion]

ALMA RAVENSWOOD

Alma clenched her teeth, sucking on the inside of her cheek in thought as she quietly observed the other contestants. They all looked rather prim and proper and, when the glass window of the chariot met her gaze, she did too. The black dress she wore was much cleaner and well...fit its purpose. In some ways, she missed her rags purely because they represent the freedom she had, despite being a street rat. At least now she felt clean and probably approachable- though the council women dressing her were aggravated by her choice of colour given it was a mourning colour and she was grieving- she’d lose her friends, lifestyle (though it may not have admirable) and her ability to do what she wanted and when she wanted. Besides, the dress would cause great difficulty in possible escapes. This had been proven right when she tripped over the skirts trying to run out of the council palace, hence the handcuffs around her wrist to prevent her from running again. “I must say,” she began, “I suppose this will be interesting. Though, I wish you all the best of luck. I heard the royals are utmost savages,” With a small smile breaking onto her face, she shook her head in disbelief. She had no doubt that the others were as afraid as she was, though she didn’t make that externally obvious. She did doubt, however, the ability that the others held to actually escape their matches. Alma wasn’t about to bow down to her match, and she certainly would make it difficult for them to hold onto her; perhaps she’d make it so difficult that they’d give her up? The mere thought made her smirk.

The rumbling of the carriage beneath the offered was chaotic- the roads between realms were unkept, avoided by both species in fear of finding the other. Or mostly humans fearful of the vampires. The broken roads caused a bumpy ride to which Alma found herself gripping the seat until her knuckles grew white, smile fading as the transport shook and jolted back and forth, but it was clear that the humans were close to the kingdom but those standing by the road, looking sinister as the carriage went forth. “Dirty blood-suckers,” She spoke, voice drenched in poison. “We will all have to stick together somehow, check on one another. If we all make it out alive,” The woman murmured, pulling the curtain back ever so slightly to look at the crumbling ruins of land between kingdoms.
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[SirDerpingtonIV]

NORTA AMORRAEGHN

Norta awoke, the Winter Huntress rubbing calloused palms across her pale face as she glanced around at the others. Her journey had been long, as Karkaul was far off on the Northern border, so she had been in the carriage for days, sleeping on and off. Somewhere along the way, all the other passengers had showed up while she was asleep. She brushed strands of raven hair out of her face, pale blue eyes watching the others seated in the carriage. She was clad entirely in military uniform, the grey and white her Hunters had worn in the mountains to blend in with the terrain. She had made it the regiment's official uniform, although it did not look as distinguished as the brilliant blue and gold of the army's signature regiments. Distinguished meant little to her, the whole point of their uniforms was to avoid being seen.

The others were dressed as civilians... odd for a meeting with High Command. Perhaps they were spies though, that would have made sense. She glanced to the rest of the civillians, one by one, sharp, black brows rising ever higher. They mostly looked foreign, some more so than others, but at least she knew none of them were Karkauls. One was a commoner-looking man in a coat, another a woman in black who gripped her seat with white knuckles and a scowl. None of them were remarkable, or looked capable of much fighting. "What is it you spies have discovered for us now?" she inquired, crossing her arms as she sat back in her carriage seat. "Hopefully something useful about the vampiric threat? Our spies have been rather quiet for a time now, makes me worried about whether or not the leeches have cracked our codes." She frowned slightly, drumming her lithe fingers against her cheeks, watching them, the same impassive expression upon her face. "I'll give it to you all though, you're brave to do what you're doing. Not many can sneak behind enemy lines like that."

She paused once more, sitting back in her seat, letting out a huff and sliding her long silver-steel knife from beneath her coat, examining the weapon before she pulled out her whetstone and began to sharpen the blade. "So, anyone know what this meeting is about? I hate coming to these, can't bring any guns or my sword. Feel almost... naked here," she grumbled, eyes narrowing as she continued to sharpen the knife, the rasping sounds of metal being sharpened filling the carriage. To her at least it was a comforting sound, although these spies may not be such avid fans of bloodshed.

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[scorpiodragon]

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A breeze blew through the trees that lined the road, the branches creaking within the otherwise still night air. The house, a sprawling manor of oak wood and stone, spread out behind him on the vast estate that had been his prison since coming to England with his parents, parents that were even now on their way back to India. Tallow candles lined the windows, casting a dim lighting behind him, nothing more than twinkling lights that barely made a dent within the darkness. Harsh coughing broke the night air, even as the snort of horses...the jingle of a harness...the clattering wheels of a carriage being pulled along could be heard. The pair of guards were not with the figure for protection but rather to ensure the sickly Raja got into the carriage that was even now slowing to a stop before them. Without a word, one driver shoved the sickly young man into the carriage, the male falling in between the seats as the door slammed behind him, wrists and ankles bound together, the shackles rubbing against his joints and chaffing his skin. Shackles had been chosen to keep him from running and the key given to the driver who would give it to the one who bought the Raja. Outside the carriage started again, many already within the carriage, another harsh cough escaping the man's lungs as he was unable to get to his feet but he could hear the murmuring of many voices around him. If he'd been able to get up, he would have seen many, dressed in a varied presentation of clothing and both peasant and rich, an even mix of man and woman sitting on the seats on either side of the aisle in which he found himself. While the others may have an idea of why there were so many here, he had not the faintest idea as to anything that was going on and wouldn't know until they reached their destination. Dressed in the clothing and shoes he had been in upon arriving on England's shores, Art Satin Brocade for his outfit and regular Satin Brocade for his shoes, the young Raja had no idea his life was about to change...his fatigued and weakened body giving out and fighting the urge to lose the ever growing battle with unconsciousness. Yet it might be a blessing if he faded into his mind...to remain blissfully unaware of what was coming. Indeed, even as he fought the clutches of darkness that encroached upon his mind, his body protested the fight and urged him to sink into the safety of his dreams and mental landscape...to take in the much needed rest for his body to hopefully recover from this sudden bout of sickness since arriving upon these treacherous shores...so different from his own beloved India. Even if he did not fall into darkness, his English was limited and none here seemed to speak his native language, thus he wouldn't understand what was going on anyway. [class=notes] //main body same concept here as before replace the number and hashtag with your colour of your choice//[/class]

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Knock...knock. A sharp rapping of knuckles on wood and the door to the room the count was resting in opened. Haneul did not stir from his book, not even as footsteps entered the room and shuffled over to the settee he was lying on. "Sir, the auction is soon to start..." came the voice of one of the servants. The man would get no answer from the vampire who seemed rather content to ignore the figure within the room. "Sir...you..." the servant yelped as a knife was thrown at their head, narrowly missing the person's eye as they fell to the stone floor.

The knife instead hit the wooden door with a thunk, the blade penetrating the wood and vibrating due to the force, which hadn't been all that strong, it had been flung in the first place. A clear warning to get out and not disturb the vampire who had gone back to his book as if he had not just been interrupted. Cold dark brown eyes however peered over at the servant as the count shifted within the settee, amusement visible within the vampire's visage at the actions of the servant. "You bore me," came the baritone voice from behind the book as the brown eyes watched the servant scramble to their feet.

When there was no sound of the servant's footsteps, nor the slam of the door, eyes once again lifted from the cover of the book. Now narrowed in a mixture of dislike and hatred, the count glared at the man to his left. He left the servant there shaking in his shoes for the greater part of ten minutes, out of sheer amusement and spite. "How many have arrived here of Damon's batch of friends?" he asked after ten minutes had passed.

"So far, just yourself. Though...there could be others....I don't...really know sir. I was sent...to get you. The humans...should be arriving soon."

"Ah yes...this stupid...agreement between the two respective governments. And where is Damon exactly?"

Even as he spoke, there was a snap of the book which was set against the settee and the young vampire rose smoothly to his feet before walking past the servant and towards the door to retrieve his knife. Tugging the knife out of the wood with ease, the vampire count slipped it back onto the holster on his wrist and went to retrieve his book. "I believe the prince is ready. As for the princess...she is likely getting ready."

Nothing was said to the servant's answer as the door opened. "The prey?"

"On their way I believe. The carriage should be here soon."

"Oh joy," came the sarcastically bitter reply before the count swept out of the room and slowly dragged his feet towards the auction. The deadly and cold aura emitting from the vampire was being held back by the thinnest control...he had no desire for a marriage or settling with anyone. "Where are we meeting again for this...event?"

"In a room on the first floor sir," said the servant as they followed after the vampire. "Currently locked until all the buyers arrive."

Again, the count said nothing as he moved through the hallways, soon making his way into the kitchen where he began making a sandwich. He was starving and hadn't eaten yet today as he'd been in the middle of preparations for his trip to Japan...then the agreement with the vampires and the auction had pushed food out of his mind altogether.

 

[RI.a]

Maya Cowill

When Maya unwillingly stepped into the chariot, she turned around to see her sobbing parents in each other's arms, not even looking at her. Her chest tightened at the sight and the thought that she may never see them again. She held a shaky breath, holding in her tears. First her beloved, and now her? What cruel world is this that the vampires take away her future so easily?

"I.. I have a present for you in your room Maya," Her mother said weakly, her eyes downcast. "A present? It's not my birthday. What occasion is it?" She asked curiously, wiping the sweat off her brow as she got up, her knees sore from picking berries in the family farm. It wasn't her parents' or any sort of anniversary to celebrate. And giving her a present out of the blue raised all sorts of questions, they couldn't afford presents in the first place. Seeing her quivering mother made her get up in concern. "Mother? What's wrong?"

Instead of answering her daughter's question, she hugged her tightly, "I can't..." The sob escaped her lips. Maya was as confused as ever, but she wrapped her arms around her crying mother in an effort to soothe her. Her father came up to them, and guided his wife away before telling her that the council is here for her. That still didn't answer why her mother was pouring her eyes out. Upon entering her room, a well-dressed man accompanied by two ladies waited for her. What did the council want with her? "Miss Cowill, you have been picked to represent the humans in a meeting with the vampire royals. You will be joined with a select few. Please allow my associates to help you get ready. Cooperate with us and your family will not be harmed."

The threat didn't go unheard, but it didn't stop Maya from slapping the man across the cheek. All the fancy gibberish just led to one conclusion in her head: they were giving her to the vampires. For what reason, she didn't know and couldn't care less. Did the council just decide on random people to give away as food instead of the mass slaughter whenever the blood-suckers were hungry now? How is that humane? A slap wasn't enough to fuse her anger. Sure he wasn't the one who made the decision, but he was the next best option. Maya was livid, her nostrils flared as she started hitting the councilman where ever she could. Only to be pulled back by her father, still screaming and kicking. It took her a good few hours to quiet down and finally get into the dress they prepared for her.

Night came too soon that day and she pulled away from one last hug with her parents.

An elbow perched on the carriage's window sill as she silently watched the lush countryside fade into the distance. It had been quiet the first few hours since the chariot left her town. But as the fancy wagon filled and passengers shuffling against each other as the ride got bumpier, the first spoke. An unfamiliar accent as the young man spoke. She rolled her eyes at his spoken thoughts. Sending off to their death and he thinks of painting? How calm. Next, the girl that sat opposite her spoke. Escape sounds nice.. but how would they keep tabs on each other? She kept quiet for the moment, but the silence was broken again by yet another female. Except she wasn't wearing a fancy dress like herself and the others. Instead it was a military uniform? Their bodyguard, maybe? Or a soldier to keep them in check to make sure they don't escape. As she listened to the woman speak, she couldn't help but scoff. Forget a soldier, the miss didn't even know what she was going into.

"Spies? You can't be serious. We're all here to be food for the monsters." Her brows furrowed angrily. Her eyes dropped to the knife she was now sharpening. Metal scrapping metal wasn't pleasing to her ears. She locked eyes with the damsel opposite, a new found determination with escaping alive in her mind. Maya turned back to the soldier, "We'll all escape. You're here to help us, right?"

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Nycholas Drayton

The princess' commitment to her duties as she responded to him gave him more reasons for Nycholas to admire the lady. The duke shook his head, "Have you so little faith in me? I am ready." He chuckled when she pointed out that he once again used formalities with her. Spending so much time with her and the prince, you would think Nycholas would address them by their first name casually. But he respected the crown and loved them as friends too much. Names didn't really matter to him, if anything it was merely out of habit. "My apologies, Lexi." His voice soft and gentle.

His ears picked up the quick beating of her heart and he wished he could freeze time to look at her blushing face forever. His usual dark eyes seem to soften ever so slightly. "Proposing we elope tonight." He looked down at her lovingly, his thumb gently brushing her rosy cheek. But as soon as his guard was down, it was back up again. He pulled away and shrugged, "But we both know your brother will find and kill me easily."

Ah-- perhaps the formalities was a reminder for him that she would be forever out of his reach.

"I'm here to escort you, Princess Alexis." He stepped to the side and offered an arm for her to take. "May I have the honour?"

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[Heavenchi]

Marvel Black
At the grand piano playing a slow paced piece was Marvel, her long manicured fingers going from one key to the next with unwavering precision and confidence. She knew this song well, she'd played it a million times. Literally. Briefly did she gaze up to see who was lolling about in the ball room. Unfortunately no one she particularly cared to speak to. With a soft sigh she closed her eyes and let her fingers go on auto. While she owned no land or controlled any armies, she controlled her music and she was it's master. In this moment anyhow. Like always, Marvel sported an unusual dress for someone held in high regards to the crowning prince. It was, simplistic. It wasn't made with yards and yards of fabric and lace that would cover more room than she, instead it had a basic silhouette and was black. A very fitting color she thought looked quite nice on her caramel skin. This dress was one of her favorites something she had specially made for balls such as these. If anyone dared to think to make a comment on how much skin she was showing, they wouldn't dare follow through. One, she was friends with the prince, two, she would simply walk away the moment their complaint started to take shape. The thought of leaving a stuck up noble flabbergasted with her blatant disinterest for their complaints caused a small smile to form on Marvel's ruby red lips. She was having a grand time in her thoughts. Slowly when the seven minute piece was done, she opened her brown eyes, only this time, they were red.

 

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He was so formal with her until he wasn't. "Apparently your infatuation with me you have lost your head," she giggled gently. "I accept your request...." she paused realising he had asked her not one but two questions. "To the part about you escorting me," how she wanted to take him up on her second offer but alas he was right her brother would find him kill him and lay his body out for her to watch as he did whatever he pleased with it. A slight shudder at that thought was all the princess decided to give that notion. "I have my duties to attend to and if you were smart you would be attending to yours as well. Perhaps you should size up the onslaught of humans." She looked at the man her eyes searching for some shred of anything to tell her that her feeling was wrong. Howe she didn't want to have this banquet for humans to be sold to be killed, as she thought her mind wandered to her brother. What was he doing right then? She wondered this as she poured herself over the parchment checking one last time the guest list of the people that would be sold like cattle on a farm. It was not a secret she could easily hide, liking Nycholas but she had to for her brothers sake. "I deserve a drink" she said turning to him meeting his gaze again "be a dear and fetch one for me?"


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Interacting: RI.a

Located: Lexi's home preparing for the Auction

Mentioned: scorpiodragon Wake ElectricDandellion K kurishiri Radio_Rat66.6 Acethekidd snailsnoo

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[ElectricDandellion]

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Alma looked at the woman before her who seemed to be a missionary, and a delusional one at that. “Spies?” She questioned, puzzled eyes suddenly passing to the other woman in the carriage. Her thick brows knitted together in a frown, listening as both spoke. “I don’t intend to be food. If we strike at the right time, it’s possible that we-“ Alma was halted abruptly in her speech when the chariot rocked harder than before, causing her to hit her elbow against the strong, mahogany carriage wall. “It’s possible that we can get home before it’s too late. Judging by the state of us...” Sympathetically, her eyes drifted to the other man in shackles, looking dazed and worn out. Maybe he attempted to escape like she had; almost in a friendly manner, she nodded in his direction, lifting her own cuffed hands. “It can’t be hard right? We must be what...half way there? If we knock out the driver, take control of the carriage we can get home, we can-“

A soft voice sounded from the corner of the chariot, a petite woman gracefully dressed in an extravagant, lilac-grey dress was smirking in disbelief. “You can what?” She questioned inquisitively, propping her chin up on her hand, elbow resting on her knee. “You must all be insane if you think we will get far escaping,” Pursing her plump lips, she pulled the curtain back, large amounts of light brightening a few sectors of the carriage. “You see, we are over half way there. If we don’t die by those ravenous beasts roaming the roads, what do you propose we do next? The council will only send us back, straight back to where we started and we will have to endure this but with even less hope. Not trying to rain on one’s parade, just thought you should all know that we are safer in here then we are anywhere else.” Sitting upright, she tilted her head upwards and took a deep inhale, eyes tracing the man and girl within shackles. “I suppose you’ve already tried to escape by the looks of it; didn’t go in your favour?”
“Because I was caught, dimwit. We won’t get caught this time if we-“
“‘If we stick together’? How cliche. Not to mention helpless. If you think that we even have a slither of a chance escaping this place without dying of dehydration and starvation or being sent back or being killed by rogue vampires themselves, you’re deadly mistaken. This is how it is and no matter what we do, we can’t change it. Our families agreed to let us go for whatever reason, so let’s not be selfish and ruin it for the majority.” Elena snapped, playing with a stray curl with her finger. “Your lack of hope for us makes me at unease,” Alma replied, looking back to the missionary after rolling her eyes at Elena. “I agree with you. If I had my dagger I’d feel more secure but with it gone, I feel like I’m going to get drained from blood like water from a plughole.”
“That’s the one thing we can agree on,” Alma mumbled. “They have their fangs, why can’t we have our own weapons for defence?”

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[doneanddusted]

Erma was not unfamiliar with the royal palace of the vampires. She'd been here countless times before, sometimes as a friend (as was this case, thank God), sometimes as... not a friend. Some of the changes she'd seen in this building could be blamed on her. She'd never go off and ruin a building on her own, of course. How would she still be alive that way? The old vampire let out a small laugh when she thought of that. No mentally sane person would run into things alone. Which was why Erma made sure she wasn't alone going into this... human auction thing. Erma felt like auction wasn't really the right word here. Human auctions were those well-known but unspoken things that richer vampires attended to get themselves a tasty human slave. These humans were just gifts for the vampires to marry. Well, one might also call this slavery, but marriage and slavery were basically the same thing. Erma had had some spouses, both human and vampire. The human ones tended to end worse than the vampire ones, but that's to be expected. For an event like this, Erma dressed well. A hooded cloak covered the robes of a simple traveler. Yeah, pants were probably not what a woman was supposed to wear in a palace, but Erma could care less. They were comfortable, and they looked okay in her opinion.

As Erma made her way around, she found herself in the ballroom. Specifically, on the ceiling. Somehow. Erma was about to get down when she noticed another vampire at the piano, playing something absolutely beautiful on the piano. Clearly this woman was skilled; her eyes were closed, her fingers flew gracefully, the sound was sublime. After some time, she stopped, and opened her eyes to reveal beautiful red gems.

Erma clapped for her before leaping down on to the floor, landing almost silently. She looked at the vampire and grinned.

“Your performance was most pleasant!” She exclaimed. “Tell me, what do you call yourself? I don’t suppose I have ever heard of anything regarding you. Why, even your habilement- especially the robe- tells me that you do not belong with the other nobles. Might you be from the lower class? Oh, but your ensemble is splendid. I do admire such beautiful eyes as yours.”

Her speaking sounded not unlike that of a curious child, and for the most part she really was just curious. However, Emer was very aware of how she was speaking and immediately stopped.

“Oh!” She exclaimed. “I do apologize for those inquiries. I bear no intention to induce unease or discomfort nor are my intentions for ill will. You have no obligation to acknowledge what I have asked. I implore, however, that you at least disclose to me your name.”

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[Heavenchi]

Marvel Black
Marvel paused for a moment, startled by this newcomer's hyper demeanor. "Why I never," started Marvel, a southern twang evident in her voice. "Marvel Black, the royal entertainer- I'm exclusive" she said with a wink, amused by - she didn't know what to make of this other vampire. She looked like a lower class citizen, but hey - she did to, she'd have to correct that."Referring my class, I'm told I belong to the middle" she stated cracking her left wrist with a swift flick of her hand, never taking her ruby colored eyes off the woman. "I'd just die if I had to play waiting room music until everyone's arrived. Whisk me away, um mind telling me your name?" asked Marvel, standing up from the bench, towering over a majority of those in the room with her six foot two figure. "In return I'll answer all your questions" suggested Marvel, hinting towards being "whisked away" to the appetizers with the tilt of her head, a small smile on her face.
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[scorpiodragon]

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A jarring bump as the male lay still on the floor between the seats, nobody seeming to notice him or offer assistance, not that he knew how to ask for it. Lying on the floor, the nearly unconscious young man heard the clinking of chains and turned his head before lifting his head barely, only able to glimpse the smile directed at him, least he thought so, and the shackles around the woman's wrists. He couldn't reply but let his head fall back to the floor. As the carriage continued down towards its unknown destination, the sound of metal being scraped reached his ears, the sounds of somewhat raised in echoing around him though he couldn't make out the words being spoken. Jatayu attempted to get at least to his knees, where he could hopefully move back against the wall underneath the window, but was unable to accomplish the task. Even with his hands shackled in front of his body instead of behind, he didn't have the strength to push himself up enough to even crawl, much less stand and walk. The only reason he had been standing at all before the carriage was due to arrive was due to the guards holding his arms to keep him up. His body had yet to recover...such an attack had been unexpected but the tension in the air, though he couldn't understand the words jabbered around him, did not make him feel at ease. [class=notes] //main body same concept here as before replace the number and hashtag with your colour of your choice//[/class]

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[kurishiri]

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Location: The chariot to the auction.
Interactions: SirDerpingtonIV ElectricDandellion [/div][/div] [div class=Content] Ayumu half-listens to the heated conversation ensuing around him, twirling his thumbs around one another in a monotonous and subtle motion. He was trying to think happy times, but the high and clear-cut sound of a blade sharpening didn't help so much in that regard. Frankly speaking, he found it a bit annoying, but he continued to wear the same smile as he finally pitched in the discussion; a small part of him hoped his accent wasn't so heavy that they couldn't comprehend them, but in his time living on England's soil, people have been able to understand his English fine. . .with a little bit of help from his body language if he didn't know a word in English. "You guys are a little bit desperate, aren't you?" He glances at the ladies with what seemed like a friendly smile.

Also, a part of him was relieved to know he wasn't the only foreigner. His timidity ultimately prevented him from approaching the man though. (Ayumu was used to being approached by others, but the other way around? It didn't sit well with Ayumu.) He seems to be struggling to follow what's going on anyway, given his drained and dazed expression. Ayumu spared the man only a quick peripheral glance; his main focus was now on the conversation.

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[Wake]

For the duration of the ride, Alexandre-Cyril had sat in a still silence, a statue-like state of meditation. Eyes closed and lips sealed, with his sallow complexion, almost livid from the cold, he almost appeared carved from marble. His shackled hands were folded comfortably in his lap. The pale skin around his writs was completely untainted by the deep red of a fresh bruise and his cuffs remained unsoiled by blood, showing he hadn't struggled in the slightest.
The idle chatter of his unwilling company roused him from his somber reverie. As his gaze passed to each of his companions, an icy hatred obvious in his cold slate eyes. Alexandre's chilling glare lingered on the two bickering women across from him. He scoffed, finding their rebellious airs deeply insipid. His glance then shifted to a foreigner sprawled across the floor of the carriage. Instantly, the man's presence soured his mood considerably more. He was weak, he appeared a man who couldn't take pain, who couldn't suffer hardship. Furthermore, he felt a sense of nobility from this man he deemed pathetic, deepening the sense of spite he felt. Without so much as changing expression, Alexandre sent a sharp kick into the already injured man's side. He adjusted his cravat and ran a hand through his hair to make sure his appearance is presentable, then turned to glance out the window. "Vulgarians..." He muttered to himself, scanning the horizon for their destination, drumming his fingers against his thigh impatiently.
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Lizbeth stared at the floor. They had dressed her up like a doll for the vampires. This wasn't her. They painted over the surface in hopes she wouldn't wash it all away. She was a warrior not a doll. She fought for what was right, not play dress up. And now she was being auctioned off like property. And that's all she would be to the vampire that got her. Property and food that needed a little maintenance. They dressed her in a long black dress and impractical shoes.
She chose to keep her eyes off all the other humans. She didn't want their false hope, didn't want to give them false hope, and she certainly didn't want them to think she already knew their fates. They'd be drained and then fed, repeating the process over and over until they died, then their bodies would be dumped somewhere. Vampires had little regard for humans. She learned that after losing her parents to a vampire long ago. Her trust with them was very, very low, almost nothing.

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[scorpiodragon]

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The next thing he knew was the feeling of eyes upon him, this new gaze coming from someone close by but not the female with the shackles. He was truly beginning to hate this country and its people, much less coming to these shores. Odd how he had been somewhat healthy back home as he grew into a young adult, a change from his time as a child. The bickering of the pair of women was beginning to grate on his nerves, the knife on metal wasn't as annoying as cicadas but still it was a sound he was quickly coming to not like. Any remaining thoughts drifted out his head as pain shot up his body, as a foot suddenly connected with his side, the sound of bone breaking echoing in the ears of all present. Though it had not been connected to his head, his body finally won both the physical and mental exhaustion. A breath of air escaped his lungs with a wooshing sound, yet when he inhaled all it did was spread agony through his body and make his teeth clench shut, another harsh cough escaping him, his body finally giving out, sinking into darkness. Whether the injury would increase his sickness was uncertain...whether the sickness and injury, let alone being blacked out would contribute to him not being bought and then sent back to the Duke where he would likely be sold anyway was a high possiblity now. There would be no waking him from unconsciousness as the ride continued, nor when it stopped at its destination. [class=notes] //main body same concept here as before replace the number and hashtag with your colour of your choice//[/class]

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[doneanddusted]

Erma

When the woman, named Marvel, stood up, Erma widened her eyes with some kind of childlike awe. Of course this was all part of Erma’s mask, though she was genuinely surprised by Marvel’s height. She expected Marvel to be taller than her, but not that much taller. Erma grinned. She was extremely aware of the danger of charismatic people, but she was still pleasantly surprised by the charm this Marvel woman had when she spoke. Erma liked those with dignity. The grace they possessed just gave her happiness.

“You may acknowledge me with any name you do desire,” Erma said. “However, I suppose it is more plausible that I respond to ‘Erma’...“

Erma’s espression changed into one of excitement.

“Oh, but I do beseech you,” She exclaimed. “Apprise me of anything you’d prefer to say of yourself! What do you anticipate of this auction? Any aspirations? Expectations?”

Heavenchi

 

[Cosmos]

"Worthless. Useless. Weak. Pathetic. Needy. Emotional. Garbage. Crybaby. Insignificant. Ungrateful. Do you understand me child? You are all of these things and more. Nothing but a waste of space I took in to try and train, to take pity on your poor unfortunate soul…. An yet you give me nothing to show for it! No more than blood and tears, cries and begging- show me your strength, show me the beast I know is kept inside, show me the anger you have towards me, give it your all for once!-…. or are you really so weak that you're just going to stay in that corner crumpled up like that and crying yourself to sleep? When you're ready to show me what you're really made of maybe you won't be such a bloody and scratched little mess, but until then no food, training starts in an hour, get better or I'll ~"

The red haired female tossed on the large bed in disturbance, pale crisp white face covered ferociously in beads of sweat as hot panting breaths left her flustered cheeks, eventually gasping awake and holding her face with a hand, pushing back fiery red strands with her fingertips as wide eyes shook along with the tremble of her muscles before they closed. Taking in a breath she let out a titch noise and turned her head to look at the empty spot beside herself, Marvel must have already left for this stupid ball event. Slowly she turned and pulled herself upwards, sliding off the button up white shirt and instead replacing it with her usual black leather straps and wooden cloak material, cracking knuckles her tongue ran vaguely over her teeth curving for the fangs as a smirk crept onto her lips, as annoying as this silly little event was, it might make for a bit of fun~ As long as to many of those retched human males don't linger about she'd have little problem, she'd long discarded any taste or care for such a subculture of the species, they were good for reproduction and little more, females on the others hand~ they had taste, refinement, compassion and elegance. Whoever could stand something so subpar she had no idea. Slowly her boots clanked down the hallway and towards the room absentmindedly, crimson eyes staring onwards like icy daggers prepared to disarm an enemy at the slightest movement, stepping in slowly her body language gave little apology or show of embarrassment for her tardiness to such an event, in fact she seemed quite smug. "Why would I apologise for being a monster?…. Has anyone ever apologised for turning me into one?~…." she muttered under her breath looking ahead and yet so far into the distance, as though she'd care to be anywhere but that room right now. A chuckle escaped her lips quietly at the words, a phrase often told after having such a nightmare, time can hear many wounds, but not even a thousand years would heal that one in particular.

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[Arcanimus]

Phaeron
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Phae had trouble sleeping, so he was already dressed and waiting for the carriage to arrive. He wasn't particularly fond of the idea of a human partner, not because of their fragility or any other reason that other vampires sometimes conceived, but he just didn't like the thought of bonding to a spouse only for them to die. He hadn't had a stable partner yet, but a comforting thought with vampiric kin is that you wouldn't have to worry about that. Now he would.

His black hair was combed back, though not greased or stuck in any form. He didn't wear his smile yet, to at least himself he was still alone and therefore didn't need to wear one. He wasn't exactly sure if he should even be waiting yet, as it seemed others had taken their time in coming down, but he didn't mind.

 

[Entity.Eclypse]

Damon KeelWick
The gentle ticking from a grandfather clock filled the rooms silence, trading the white noise for a predictable chime. Within the room stood a tan-skinned male looking into the mirror and adjusting the cufflink upon his right sleeve's cuff. He released a deep sigh as his fingers pulled free from the circular silver piece. A gentle sigh was heaved from the male's form, white fabric stressing and then relaxing once more against him, only for him to gaze back into the mirror and ensure that he appeared presentable enough for the masses. From what he knew tonight was to be a focal point in history, one with two races residing as equals, whether or not that would reign true or not was beyond him. That in mind he turned to the coat-rack by his door and slid into the black overcoat, midnight colored buttons made their way into place and hid the white undershirt to the best of their capabilities.

From here the Prince made his way down the hallway ensuring to be joyful and wave to the servant within the hall. They would bow to him or curtsy as he walked by, he knew they were to respect his position and yet they felt closer to him than that. Numerous centuries ago some of them had assisted in raising and educating him, yet he was to recognize them as servants, he appreciated them regardless of who and what they may be.

His footsteps weren't exaggerated, So he continued to walk with softened steps, he didn't wish to draw more attention yet. He would be fairly accompanied with the eyes of those who attended the nights activities, the corner of his lips twitched for a moment before returning to the smile. The staircase didn't take long for him to descend and now he stood on the first floor, A servant quickly moved towards him and spoke. "Your Highness, Good Afternoon." Her voice was gentle and calming to an extent, his nerves weren't on end or anything of the sort and yet he felt relief from hearing her speak to him. "Good afternoon Janett, I assume that we are yet to welcome all our guests?" He proposed before gazing about and noticing a few of the buyers, friends and acquaintances alike would gather tonight.

"That's correct, The carriages should arrive shortly as well. I wish you luck" She quickly curtsied before scampering off to help another of the servants. Damon nodded before turning and making his way towards the room in which the auction would take place.
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[RI.a]

Nycholas Drayton

Nycholas couldn't help but laugh at her statement and that she had to confirm which offer she was accepting. Can this woman get any more adorable? "I can't help but be honest when it comes to you after all." He wasn't even trying to hide his feelings from her. "You should try it too. It's very attractive." A teasing smirk and a wink, implying her mutual feelings for him. "I work hard so I can have a good time Lexi." To forget his sins. His facade showed only his words and not his thoughts, an act he had mastered since he took over his father. And he was sure many others wear a similar mask. But the princess before him didn't, and he loved it. If he could make it so that she doesn't have any reason to put on a fake personality to hide her true self, he'd do it. But alas, the auction was not one he could stop.

"I trust Damon. If he has decided on this path, I will follow." Declaring his loyalty without hesitation. He took the now wet checklist away from her, "Anything for you, my princess." He took two glasses, deciding to join her for a quick drink while at it. Pouring the aged liquor smoothly into the two before clinking the glass top back shut. As he gave her the drink, his large hand made contact with her own and the duke locked eyes with vamp. "A human's life is but a fleeting moment for us. As sorry as I feel for them, they won't last even with marriage. The treaty simply states we treat each other well. The face of marriage is just there for the world to see. Be yourself, and all will go well." He finished and left the glass in her hands before raising his own glass, "And I'm sure you will."

"Call me where ever you are, and I will come. Especially if it's your bedchamber." He murmured the last sentance, but Nycolas was sure she heard it so he continued to watch for her reaction, mischief glinting the corners of his eyes.

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Maya watched the two girls bicker back and forth. Her lips pursed, one of them had clearly given up, but she wasn't ready to. "You don't need to help if you don't want to. Just don't get in the way."

"We don't kill the driver until we make it back to the human kingdom," She proposed and turned towards the servicewoman once more. "If you help us to threaten him and turn back, then get rid of him until we are sure it's safe. We can't head back home immediately. We would have to lay low for a while. What do you say?"

Before she could get a proper answer, one of the men in the carriage suddenly striked the foreigner laying on the ground. She was growing frustrated with this group of people. The government couldn't have found a more mismatched group than this. "That was uncalled for." Maya crouched down, trying to maintain her balance as best she can in the rocky carriage and lifted him up. Stumbling a few times, she managed to get the young foreigner to sit upright on the seat before sitting back down. Using the sleeve of her dress to gently pat away the sweat off his face.

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[SirDerpingtonIV]

Norta raised a brow, eyeing the foreign blueblood looking bloke that got tossed to the floor. She merely looked at him for a few moments, before noting that he was... shackled. Odd. He seemed unconscious, so she couldn't exactly ask him anything. "Didn't expect a prisoner with us," she grumbled, tapping the man's shoulder for a moment to see if it would wake him. He was a foreigner, she knew that at least, but couldn't place his look or his outfit. She wasn't exactly well-learned after-all. In the end, she could just ask whenever he woke up, or once they got to the meeting. Perhaps he was some noble caught making deals with the leeches. Not exactly unheard of for the lily-livered noblemen to sacrifice their own to survive.

She turned her gaze to a woman who responded to her. She wasn't much to take note of.. but her words her. "What do you mean, food for monsters?" she inquired, leaning forward as she still sharpened the knife. The look in her eyes changed quick, from confusion to suspicion. "Are we not going to a meeting with High command?" she asked, a harsh tone in her voice that demanded an answer. "What are we escaping?" she asked, to no one in particular, a frown crossing her lips as she thought hard on her own, trying to reason through the issue. Food, knocking out the driver, the others are wounded... She listened to the words of the others, thinking. At first, she was worried of bandits perhaps, or rogue political units from other occupied nations, but when the stuck-up noblewoman in the lilac-grey dress said "ravenous monsters", it clicked.

The look of suspicion morphed to cold fury in an instant, and the woman grit her teeth. "Only a fucking blueblood could keep such a smug attitude in a situation like this, while they gave up at the first sign of trouble," she spat, before gesturing to the door. "We're all about to be sold as slaves to fucking DEMONS in human skin, and you're concerned about what... staying safe from the icky dirty commoners outside, and the horror of getting dirty? Because surely, you'd rather die this way than going out in a fight?" she asked venomously, emphasizing the word to draw out her spite for the nobles around her. "Your kind are all fine ordering thousands of soldiers to die alone in the assholes of the world, but the very second you face any trouble yourself you'll bend over and accept death. Fucking disgusting," she snarled, knife gripped with a white-knuckle grip.

Another foreigner mumbled about desperation, but he was contributing even less than the noble trash so she ignored him. He didn't look capable of fighting a gust of wind anyhow, so she saw little value in acknowledging him.

Seeing the other, sour-looking blueblood weasel kick the foreign blueblood on the floor, she lowered her whetstone and pointed the thick blade at Alexandre. "Don't make me carve your guts out, you useless, wiggly-arsed, nose-raisin', pompous blueblood ogrechild fuck," she threatened, disgust blooming across her blocky face like some rancid flower. "We're all prisoners 'ere, and y'lay a blasted 'and on anyone else and I'll fucking take it, y'ere me?" she added, her attempted 'proper' tone breaking into her natural Kerkaul accent. The man on the floor's brones shattered, and in this state... she wasn't sure the vampires wouldn't just execute him upon arrival.

There was another girl in a black dress who actually did look capable of a fight, and were this any better a situation, she may have remarked on it, but she focussed on what she was already talking about, instead of starting new conversations. She would certainly remember the girl though as a possible ally for when the hour of Blood came.

She turned to face Maya, standing now. "I am Colonel Norta Amorraeghn o' the 76th Karkaul Mountaineer Regiment. I've killed dozens o'vampires in my time, and my regiment has killed hundreds more. I'll help th'lot of ye' best I can, but I can guarantee little. I was tricked into comin'ere by bein' told this was some sortae' meetin' with High Command, and not that I was bein'... fuckin' sacrificed by the Council as a hostage to the leeches for 'peace'. Whatever peace ye' all were told about was a lie. The vampires will torture ye', drain ye', kill ye', and then declare the war fresh a'gain. We can't escape with the shit state you lot are in, and the fact that little or none o'ye've ever fought or struggled a day in yer' life. I could do it alone, but we have not survived against the leeches by leavin' each other behind like some selfish noble fucks," she said pointedly to the bluebloods among them. "I could try tae take this carriage back around... but.." she glanced out the window. "We seem tae already be here," she sighed, seeing the large vampiric manor in the distance, its pale light illuminating the dark lands around it.

"Vampires are monsters who delight in our pain. And those who believe themselves to be "good" still make us suffer because they are stupid and ignorant. They believe we are better off as pets than free, and if they don't think that, they would like us as cattle," she said, scowling. "If any of ye' think this is good, take heart in the fact that you bunch of big fuckin' heroes will be tortured and drained until you wish the leechlords would end yer' fuckin' lives. I've seen all this shit before, I've been captured by them. They are evil, in and out. All this deal is, is handin' ye'lot over as toys to appease some leech lord fucks."

She glanced around. "We humans have survived this long because we 'ave been able tae rise, and rise again from every loss we face. We do not give up once we've been beat! We keep going, no matter what, and fight with our bare hands if we have to. If they are to take us as slaves, we'll use that against them. Take out whoever we're assigned tae," she said, steel in her voice, pale blue eyes alight with the sort of unstoppable hatred that had fueled her throughout her service.

"We will survive."

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