Dawn's Arrival - July, 1997
LdyCambion, Blood Red Rose, Baghiira, DecayAngel
Subject: Dawn's Arrival
From: LdyCambion@aol.com (LdyCambion)
Date: Tue,29 Jul 97 17:36:47 EDT
::As the day breaks over the horizen, a small carriage trundles its slow way from the streets and thoroughfares of the city. Shaped like a jagged heart, the lower end nestled into the axles, swelling out around the single, windowless door, to end at the top of the carriage with spires and serrated stakes reaching for the sky. The whole a darker shade of blood red, with a black door, like a smear of cancer in the heart. The carriage pulled without horses, instead by four large white tigers, who's lack of strain would seem to indicate their presence being more for show than tow.::
::The carriage travels up through the hills on a steady progression to the Morkai Consortium. Although the ground dips and lunges beneath it, only the wheels and axels react to the road, the travelling compartment rides still and smooth as silk.::
::The guards that the MorCon gates stop the carriage. The door opens slightly and the guard gazing in can be seen to draw back in startled surprise, then lean in further, apparently gazing around the interior of the travelling compartment in awe. A feminine hand reaches out to caress his face from ear to chin with long nailed fingers. The guard stumbles back, eyes rolling in his head slightly, falling to his knees to shudder and moan. The woman's hand continues the caress in middle air, as though his face were still beneath it. The man rolls onto his side and begins gasping for air, his face caught in a rictus of pleasure. The hand ceases and draws back within the carriage, out of sight to outside observation. The guard recovers and motions weakly for the carriage to be allowed through.::
::The transport curls around the outside edge of the courtyard to stop before the main doors of the Consortium. ::
::The black door swings open and a boy of no older than sixteen climbs out quickly, his face is covered with light make up to make him look younger. The only garment covering his lean, hard body is a silk loin cloth. He immediately runs to the rear of the carriage, opening a box and pulling out three separate bolts of cloth. Runs back to the door and lays them out. Directly in front of the door a long bolt of blood red nubbled velvet. To the right of the door, a bolt of black satin, much smaller than the red.. just three foot square. Finally to the left a three foot square of dove gray silk. The boy kneels on the silk square and bows his head, hands upon his knees just so.::
::The next out of the carriage is a slight girl, older than the boy, but impossible to fix an age to. Her beauty is stunning. Golden spun hair cascading down her back, free flowing, a single braid lay among the bright curls, down her back's center. Her skin a flawless bronzed tone, untouched by imperfection. Her eyes a deepset topaz, glittering in the morning's sun. She wears a gown of gold and silver, covering her from wrist to throat to ankle. Her beauty is set off by a necklace, earings and tiarra, sporting emeralds and diamonds. The ornament steps from the carriage to stand demurely upon the black satin. Her head bows, hands clasped before her lightly, just so. ::
::The Mistress of the carriage steps forth into the morning sun. Her red tinted skin catching the dawn's last scarlet hues and glowing slightly. Her long, thick hair a constantly swirling mix of dark blood red and deepest blue black. Her gray, ash colored, eyes look up at the Morkai Estate with deep longing. Her chest heaving slightly beneath the simple silk gown which hangs from her shoulders and clings to her form with a loving caress.::
::She closes her eyes and inhales the air, tasting along her nerve endings the pain and the pleasures this building has born witness to. She tries to feed from them, but they are the past, and ethereal to her appetites. New sensations are needed to feed upon.::
(Continued in response)
Subject: Dawn's Arrival (cont)
From: LdyCambion@aol.com (LdyCambion)
Date: Tue,29 Jul 97 17:38:53 EDT
::She snaps her fingers once. The boy at her side immediately reaches down to his groin to thrust a hard fist into himself. Grunting in contralto voice, expressing the pain, as his eyes squeeze shut and he leans forward to surround the agony with his body. She inhales sharply, sucking the air of his thudding torment into her soul, feeding on it even as she feels all that he does along her skin and in her stomach.::
::Still shivering over her breakfast, she turns once more to the Estate.::
Yes... ::Chuckling with dark delight.:: I believe I am home.
Subject: Re:Dawn's Arrival
From: Renfield80@aol.com (Renfield80)
Date: Tue,29 Jul 97 17:56:46 EDT
Somehow, stranger, I think not.
::steps out of a shadow, his eyes beginning to glow. He had watched the display of this ones abilities and was a little one edge.:: Who are you and what buisness do you have here?
Subject: Re:Dawn's Arrival
From: XeroMystX@aol.com (XeroMystX)
Date: Tue,29 Jul 97 19:50:26 EDT
::sees the happenings and shudders to think what powers that lovely woman might possess. He looks over the gaurds laying sprawled across the floor and draws his blade slowly to defend himself as his eyes glow intense swirling purple:: gee....Whens lunch? ::smiles and approaches the carriage::
Subject: Re:Dawn's Arrival
From: Baghiira@aol.com (Baghiira)
Date: Tue,29 Jul 97 21:08:25 EDT
Home?
:::The purring alto of a woman's voice drifts through the morning air, cool and distant.:::
'S a funny thing, that... cuz, luv, I certainly dun remember seein' ya 'round here b'fore...
::The quiet velvet of the purr fades into the air as the full lips of the woman it belongs to leash it into silence... golden-green eyes gaze down at the new-comer from a tanned face capped by a shock of wild, ebony spikes. She rests in a casual lean, a faintly humored look resting across her face::
::On the ground before her stretches a "pet"... a tawny, leapord-like beast that would stand nearly seven feet at the shoulder, were it standing.. as it is, the massive head, nearly two feet in diameter, leans against her above her waist, her arm draped casually over the fur to toy with an ear. Barely contained irritation flickers beneath the tamed exterior of the huge predator, its eyes -- uncannily matched to those of its Mistress -- fixed as well to the woman below::
::Behind the apparent relaxation of this pair, the large, heavy doors of the Estate remain firmly closed, providing the surface upon which they lean::
Subject: Re:Dawn's Arrival
From: Renfield80@aol.com (Renfield80)
Date: Wed,30 Jul 97 03:50:32 EDT
::Frowing, he can feel her power and her wants through his tweaked out telepathy, it working once in his favor.::
Feeding on mortals you may do, Senshua, but not here. I, and a few others, are not mortal and we will fight for our friends here who are. If you come in peace, you may leave that way. But many have tried to fight the Con only to fail, a thing Baghiira can tell you. Besides, our strengths lay not in our mortality but the powers we possess.
::as the last word of his leaves the air, his Direwolf, standing five feet at it's shoulder, walks up beside him, head lowered and watching the demoness. Behind him, the bays and peals of other wolves echo, the newly arrived pack following behind it's Alpha.::
::to Xero:: When exactly were you hired?
Subject: Re:Dawn's Arrival
From: Baghiira@aol.com (Baghiira)
Date: Wed,30 Jul 97 18:28:39 EDT
::The almost delicate sound of a clearing throat sweeps away that shattered remnants of the crystalline laughter... at the top of the steps, a leather-kissed hand slides from the Larl's ear to slide beneath his chin, scratching gently. Golden-green eyes, so startling in the smooth, tanned face, narrow slightly as she watches the woman below, the telling tilt of her head.::
If, p'raps, 's a tourist attraction ya seek, ya may like t' visit... oh.. Locke Manor.. ::the hand lifts languidly from the giant cat, following the graceful arc of her arm to gesture down toward the road. Other than that smooth motion, she doesn't move... and yet seems to lean forward, looming closer from the top of the stairs as her hand resturns to the furred beast beside her::
::Once again the low purr of her voice, velvet-wrapped steel, silk-wrapped ice, eases over her lips to snake through the air:: Pain an' pleasure are indeed part o' th' trade here, luv...but unless yer here t' buy, sell -- or be fitted fer yer own collar -- dun 'spect t' simply move on in wi' out consulting th' proper... channels. Th' Morkai Consortium isn't in th' habit o' becomin' home t' wayward harpies.
::Her eyes stray finally to the nearby slave, watching with a calm smile his brief tremblings... once again without moving, she seems to lean toward him, loosing suggestion to the air with the briefest of whispers:: Perhaps an... escort.. is in order.
Subject: Re:Dawn's Arrival
From: Renfield80@aol.com (Renfield80)
Date: Fri, 1 Aug 97 19:56:48 EDT
::watches the newcomer, his eyes still glowing, and sends a message to Rose:: >>Rose, you're needed out front.<<
Subject: The Feeding Begins
From: LdyCambion@aol.com (LdyCambion)
Date: Wed,30 Jul 97 02:57:57 EDT
::Gazing at the man standing before her, her breathing quickens lightly as the waves of malevolence roll from him to inundate her in sensation. Inhaling his essence, tasting arrogance, anger, mistrust, lightly spiced with fear. Her palate twinging in sympathy to the richness of the meal as she draws it inside her.::
::On the edges of her awareness, another man, beyond her range to feed, a realization to make her lower lip extend ever so slightly in a petulant pout, but his aura tells her silently of fear, caution and an underlying core of iron courage. A meal she would wish to partake from, had the range not been too distant. The faint glimmer of hope that he may yet approach her rises within her.::
::A final sweep of her gaze taking in the powerful woman with her huge feline, the pair barring her entrance into the Consortium Estate. As she watches the woman stroking the cat's ear, she tilts her head in reaction as a phantom pair of fingers work at her ear at exactly the same caress and tempo. She tastes the cat's hunting instinct, its irritation and its hunger, the purity of the hunter's need slithers through her warm and soft. She almost invites it to play, just to feel the satisfaction of its need fulfilled along her viens. Almost.. but not quite.::
::The woman herself is an enigma, powerful and soft, arrogant and recently humbled, playful and rocksteady.. a long list of contradictions. Her palate rebels at the introduction of this exotic blend, much prefering the simple, straightforward purity of the others. Turns her attention away from the pair back to the man speaking to her.::
::A slow smile teases across her features, her tilting forward in slight submission, gazing at the man through her bangs.:: I am Lady Senshua Daichianna, the eldest daughter of the demon Lord Grazz't and First Pupil in his arts of magic. My business? ::laughs throatilly:: My business today was simply to arrive and observe. I had heard this was a place of pleasure and pain. These are my bread and my wine, I feed on them as mortals do upon plants and the flesh of beasts. My business in the long term? ::Smiles slowly:: I wish to join your organization, but that is business for another day, is it not?
::A light laugh falls from her lips, crystal in the sunshine, to shatter on the senses and scatter to the winds.::
Subject: Shards of Dream
From: DecayAngel@aol.com (DecayAngel)
Date: Wed,30 Jul 97 16:36:34 EDT
The Becoming
A pool of lucid metalic wetness seeps forth from the grounds, puddling with in the gathering crowd. The radiations of sickening hate and flawed existance (So very much like steel wool raping flesh in a mosaic of violence.). Slender shadows coil about the scene, giving wide berth yet strangling in oh-so-subtle ways. Slithering across the ground in a scream of inertia and pretty lies, he manifests before the the husk standing in askance of his Mistress's dwellings. The puddle of metal (flawed with his Killing mind) builds quickly to a more human - more life-like - creation, his doll face the picture of religious certainty and grim becomings...~~
Pretty Lies
~~His head inclines, tendrils of charcoal screaming down his cheeks and neck, some flailing before his facial curves. Eyes tainted paper mache by a meaningless addiction reguard the husk emitting vanity and feigning an ominous danger. She is his nothing. She is full of pretty lies. Another obvious kill, another obvious high from his loving salvation-the drug. His fingertips flutter at leather clad hips as it begins to trickle through him, little more than a tease.~~
<w> She has hollow eyes.... ::a fit of trembling rips through his existance, his soul (stitched with barbed wire) quivering with expectancy. Thin, painted lips tilt upwards at the corners, promising a non-existant smile.::
<w> Depart.
Subject: Confused
From: LdyCambion@aol.com (LdyCambion)
Date: Fri, 1 Aug 97 19:41:25 EDT
::Her eyes flutter momentarilly, glancing among the three, drinking in their malevolence and almost shivering with the purity of it... but not understanding its source in the least bit.::
I only came here to seek entrance as a slaver into your institution. I did not come in conquest. ::Laughs gently:: There is but one of me and so many of you. No.. I came seeking to buy and sell slaves. How did the one I spoke with put it? ::Taps a single long nail against her chin thoughtfully.:: Oh yes.. the flesh trade.
If I went about this improperly, then I surely and sincerely apologize. It was done from ignorance of proper procedure, not from a sense of antagonism.
::Looks around slowly, eyes linger on each.:: I would like to speak with the one who is in charge of admitting new people.. if it is determined that I may not be a member of this Consortium.. then so be it. I shall go elsewhere. But it is my belief that I can benefit the Morkai even more than they can me..
::A soft smile upon her lips, as she awaits response.::
Subject: Asleep
From: BldRedRose@aol.com (BldRedRose)
Date: Fri, 1 Aug 97 20:53:13 EDT
::but since the last tendrils of darkness have already bled into the horizon, is snug and safe, claimed by the opiate of sleep in the cool earthen-walled arms of her private vault... but can be reached by mail later::
Subject: The Scene
From: TwineAngel@aol.com (TwineAngel)
Date: Sat, 2 Aug 97 03:25:38 EDT
Hatred
Onyx eyes jagged with lines of pure and reflective silver watch (Screaming hatred flawed with thought.). He holds his ground easily, standing next to Kalas. Exchanging the slightest of glances to the other of his breed, he reguards the scene, waiting.
<w> She is naive to think she knows us so well, Kalas. Will Mistress let us dismantle her?
Thin lips (The upper pierced.) curl in a smile, his head inclining at an odd (Seemingly broken.) angle.
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