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 Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 11:09 am
╔══════════════════════════════════════╗ ╚══════════════════════════════════════╝ ✦Ｌｏｖｅｌｙ✦Ｍｉｓｓ✦Ｍｉｒａｂｅｌｌａ✦Ｆａｙｒｅ✦ 『α »тнιиɡ« σғ •ℬεαтч• ιs α נσч ғσяεvεя』Ｍirabella's routine was cut short when the door creaked open, feeling a little uncomfortable still dancing, she decided to stop and it was long before they were all joined by more company. Suddenly the room was filling up and all Mirabella had wanted was some relaxation time alone but now there was at least four other people here. The whole idea of her being able to carry on her dance session had been blown out of the window and she was just about to pack up and leave when the music started. She sighed because now she knew she had to stay. It would just be rude and very disrespectful if she left after the dance had begun so instead she watched, just like everyone else.
When the performance was over, she too clapped her hands but not as loudly or as vigorously as the young girl. The young elf's dance had been simply magnificent and beyond anything she could ever hope to do, even with her advantage of amazing agility. She then decided that now was the time to leave so she went over to her bag and took out her water bottle before zipping it back up and swinging it over her shoulder. She walked towards the door and out of the corner of her eye she got a good look at the other people. There was a sincere looking male accompanied by a young girl to the left of her and by the sinister look the man was giving off and the thoughts that were echoing through his mind, it was quite clear that he wasn't someone to mess around with. Mental note: Stay away from those two she thought as she looked to the other side of her where she saw a being that appeared human, with features of an animal such as claws, pointy ears and a tail. Something about his essence and thoughts told her that he was something far from human but somehow, she couldn't figure out what race he could actually be.
Mirabella walked up to the door and opened it, turning to look back over her shoulder at everyone. The young elf had began to dance again and the others were watching him. Miri quickly slipped out and closed the door behind her, giving a sigh of relief as she caught her breath in the corridor. She hadn't noticed it before but that dancing had taken away her breath. It seemed she would have to practice more often but perhaps when there was less people around. She reached up behind her head and pulled the bobble gently from her hair, releasing it as it fell down onto her shoulders. She fluffed it slightly before taking a sip from the bottle of water in her hand and walking away from the dance studio. 『ιт's ℓσvεℓιиεss ｡ιиcяεαsεs｡; ιт ωιℓℓ ↣иεvεя↤ ραss ιитσ иσтнιиɡиεss』 |Outfit - Dance Clothes| |Mood - Crowded| |Current Location - Dance Studio|
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 10:00 pm
 Ａｌａｒｉｃ Ｆｅｒｄｉｎｄ პ Ｍａｒｙ Ａｎｎｅ Ｗｉｌｌｏｗ  Mary Anne let out a sigh of relief when she saw that Lenwe had brushed Alaric's hurtful words off and instead danced the negativity away. He elegantly danced around the room once again, despite there being no music. It was as if he had his own song to dance to which made it even more beautiful. Mary Anne watched him with wonder while Alaric stood back a ways, watching with blank expression.
Mary Anne noticed him and walked back over to him so that she was now standing next to him.
"You like him, don't you?" Mary Anne asked while she kept her gaze glued onto Lenwe.
Alaric looked to Mary Anne with an empty look before responding.
"Sometimes I wonder if you really are a child. You seem to know more than what you let on; it's quite bothersome... To answer your question, let's just say the boy is interesting," Alaric blandly replied.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 10:12 pm
  ℓєиωë тîωєℓєтяαιи ℓιкє α мα¢нιиє
∂αи¢є ℓιкє α ѕσυℓ
¢σмє, ∂αи¢є ωιтн мє... After a few more moments, Lenwë stopped the dance suddenly. With a furrowed brow, he seemed unhappy with himself. He stood in the fourth position and plied in preparation for a turn. Biting his lip, he turned a full four times before stopping his momentum gracefully. With a shrug, he started the variation that he performed for the duo again, this time adding parts in and taking parts out. At this point, he was just having a little fun. Though, Alaric's words, despite his best coping, echoed through his mind.
This time through the routine, his smile was a little less vibrant, and his brow was visibly relaxing and contracting. After another moment or two, the dancing stopped again. This time, he sat on the floor and went into his splits. Laying down on his front leg and breathing deeply, he told himself over and over that it didn't matter what this one man said. It shouldn't matter. He was one of the best in the world; and nothing this man could say would change that. But he was still a child yet. And he missed everything from his old life. Changing to the other side, he thought of the bad things that had been left behind; maybe that would make it less painful.
Yet, what about his life was horrible? All of the boys that had ridiculed him had praised him for years, after he'd first told his mother the wonderful news that he was accepted into the Paris Ballet. None of the Ballet Masters were nasty to him for no reason. Though he tried hard to focus on the very few terrible things that had happened to him, all of his thought eventually went to his family. Particularly his mother.
Lenwë went into his side splits and just lay there. He turned his head away from the duo, having no desire to let them see him try to fight his tears. No more weekly calls, no more monthly packages from the clan, no more letters from his mother and father. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and reached down to grab his ankles and pull them his head. He sighed again and tried swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat. His legs went farther towards his head, and finally he felt some stretch. This next sigh was one of relaxation. But that damned lump was still stuck in his throat. At least he wasn't facing the two that claimed him.
((OOC smile )
ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу fєєℓιиg {like I'm falling apart} ωнιℓє ι'м нєα∂ιиg тσωαя∂ѕ {nowhere} ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу ωєαяιиg {leotard and tights with canvas slippers} αи∂ ι'м ωιтн {Alaric, Mary Anne, and Kiryu}
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 11:03 am
      
The Earth Spirit watched the room fill up, as well as the steps of the woman taking the spot light. It would be soon that she would stop her performance, it would appear she has an issue with being shy. All Kiryu could do about this is give a slightly goofy, yet fanged smile. This woman would now be his target of entertainment, for now anyway. However, this was only his targeting of his first appearance. His eyes, though not directly on her, could see her look upon him perfectly, one of the benefits of his race when it comes to sight. The way she looked around the room, and eventually looked to him gave him quick knowledge and study that she would be marking him with slight confusion as to what he is. Most would compare him to that of the Kitsune, or Neko race, but his kind possibly is older than those types, but he was not born in the timeline to truly hold that knowledge.
With a movement in his feet, Gojiro would shift his body slightly as he watched the dancing young woman leave. Now he couldn't help himself but act like the animal he is, by following her out the room. Like any dog, or wolf really, when someone has his interest and he wishes to know more about something or someone, he follows until he gets what he is after.
Stepping silently out of the studio, Gojiro watches as the girl lets her hair down, and begins to walk away. Out of reaction, the beast follows her, his tail lifting up into the air as it begins to wag from left to right, a serpent look to it as it snaked through the air. The man quickly caught her scent, and memorized, not because he wanted to, but because it is instinctive for one to memorize a scent when following it.
"Si yu." Nu-Da Wa-Ya said as he continued to stalk after Mirabella, giving a greeting in one of his original two languages.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 11:42 am
╔══════════════════════════════════════╗╚══════════════════════════════════════╝ ✦Ｌｏｖｅｌｙ✦Ｍｉｓｓ✦Ｍｉｒａｂｅｌｌａ✦Ｆａｙｒｅ✦ 『α »тнιиɡ« σғ •ℬεαтч• ιs α נσч ғσяεvεя』Ｍirabella continued to walk away from the dance studio and at first she was unaware of anyone else around, that was until she heard soft footsteps coming from behind her and she wondered if perhaps someone had also left the dance studio after her. A shiver ran down her spine as the thought came to her that maybe it was the sinister looking, pale male she'd seen before but the more she pondered this suggestion, it became more probable that it was someone else behind her. For starters, he'd been watching the performance and he hadn't looked as if he was about to leave anytime soon and the other thing was that he was accompanied by the young girl. Right now, there was only one set of footsteps so then she thought that the elf had left too. But no, he was having much too fun dancing that he didn't look as though he would leave either. That left only one other person that had also been in the room.
After she'd realised who it was that was behind her, she had the urge to turn around but held back for the sake of not looking strange. She did, however, slow down her pace a little bit so she was closer to Gojiro and could penetrate his thoughts more easily. After hearing what was going on inside his head, she realised he wasn't just leaving, he was following her. Perhaps she should have been a little worried but no, she smiled, thinking it genuinely amusing.
When he spoke she stopped walking and turned around, the small hint of a smile still lingering on her lips. She wasn't quite sure what he'd said but after scanning his mind, she realised he was greeting her. 'Hello' she spoke softly, looking at him with a small shiny glint in her eye. She wondered who this person actually was and was quite curious to find out why he'd been stalking her, even f just for a very short amount of time. 『ιт's ℓσvεℓιиεss ｡ιиcяεαsεs｡; ιт ωιℓℓ ↣иεvεя↤ ραss ιитσ иσтнιиɡиεss』 |Outfit - Dance Clothes| |Mood - Curious & Amused| |Current Location - Outside the Dance Studio|
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 12:08 pm
His walking stopped, his cane quickly resting onto the ground. This girl seemed different indeed, but he could not exactly pinpoint what this strangeness had been. The girl had also made things a bit awkward with the way she turned around and just looked at him, not giving a slight word from her mouth to let it be known if she would say hello. The man had only tilted his head over to the side as he inhaled lightly through his nostrils..
"Su wtibu..." Gojiro stopped himself from finishing his sentence, odds are she would completely misunderstand him and become confused with his tongue, and then she would probably leave. So with a slight focus the Earth Spirit inhaled once more as he would begin to open his mouth, the fangs showing slightly.
"A grave, in your steps you possess. I am Kiryu, Gojiro, most recently named Nu-Da Wa-Ya. What is your name?" The Earth Spirit asked as he began to attempt at reaching out from his place to truly mark her in the world, but without the two of them touching natural worldly material that has not been changed by the hands of living beings, he could not locate her, or himself for that matter. Even though he could see her in front of him, it still made him feel blind.
[OOC: Next post won't be until after I get off of work.]
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 1:52 pm
╔══════════════════════════════════════╗╚══════════════════════════════════════╝ ✦Ｌｏｖｅｌｙ✦Ｍｉｓｓ✦Ｍｉｒａｂｅｌｌａ✦Ｆａｙｒｅ✦ 『α »тнιиɡ« σғ •ℬεαтч• ιs α נσч ғσяεvεя』Ｍirabella studied the man before her and listened as he spoke words of a strange tongue. She couldn't even make out the language he was speaking so without her telepathic abilities, she would have had no idea what he'd first said. But then, before he finished what he was saying, he stopped short and changed tactics, deciding to switch to a language Miri actually understood. She took another sip of the water in her bottle as he continued speaking. His choice of words interested her and she wondered what he meant by 'A grave, in your steps you posses'. Perhaps he was from a non-ageing race just like the vampires and nymphs but something told her it was more than that. He was special and almost unique. Was there anyone else from his kind? she pondered, but more importantly: What is his race?
'My name?' she repeated, feeling hesitant about handing over the personal fact. He was after all, following her and in the real world, that's supposed to be dangerous, isn't it? She chuckled, leaving a small grin on her face. She shrugged and decided What's the worst he can do? 'Mirabella. Mirabella Fayre' she said. She could hear the thoughts running through his head and for some reason, she got the feeling that he was quite disorientated. He wanted to go outside, but why? This man was becoming increasingly more mysterious and Miri was anxious for some answers. 『ιт's ℓσvεℓιиεss ｡ιиcяεαsεs｡; ιт ωιℓℓ ↣иεvεя↤ ραss ιитσ иσтнιиɡиεss』 |Outfit - Dance Clothes| |Mood - Curious & Amused| |Current Location - Outside the Dance Studio|
|| Ooc~ Oh, okay! 4laugh ||
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 8:13 pm
Ａｌａｒｉｃ Ｆｅｒｄｉｎｄ პ Ｍａｒｙ Ａｎｎｅ Ｗｉｌｌｏｗ "That hurts to hear..." Mary Anne replied quietly pulling her gaze away from Lenwe for the first time in order to look at the older vampire.
His expression was relatively blank but she could tell he had a slight annoyed expression but there was also something else that gleamed in his usually uninterested eyes. Those eyes were directed at Lenwe who had stopped dancing and was now on the floor, doing some sort of stretches. Mary Anne was a bit curious now, as to the reason Alaric had suddenly taken an interest towards the elven boy. What was his purpose? As far as Mary Anne knew, Alaric was always into women but he there were those times he played around with those of the same sex. Possibly he wanted companionship but wasn't that why he changed herself? No, there was no reason as to why he had done that so it was the same with Lenwe. Alaric's reasons would only be known to himself.
Mary Anne looked to Lenwe again, and noticed that he had been in that position for a while. His back still remained to them, revealing that he did not want to face them like one who wanted to hide their emotions from others. Mary Anne stepped towards him but stopped when she saw that Alaric suddenly appeared by Lenwe. She watched blankly as Alaric stood over Lenwe with a blank expression. What was he doing?
"Something seems to be bothering you; would you like to confide in me? Perhaps I could help you?" Alaric asked, with a hint of sarcasm.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 8:45 pm
ℓєиωë тîωєℓєтяαιи ℓιкє α мα¢нιиє
∂αи¢є ℓιкє α ѕσυℓ
¢σмє, ∂αи¢є ωιтн мє... For a moment after Alaric made his snide remark, he just lay there, flexing and pointing his feet. He let go of his legs so he could stand up and walk away from Alaric towards the mirror. "Of course I would like to confide in you, as a mouse would in a snake." He said this quietly as he grabbed on to the barre and put his leg up on it. With a sigh, he took it back down and pushed his feet into the floor instead. "Besides, it matters not any longer, correct? My gift is no longer to share, not with the world," he replied, using the vampire's own words. Lenwë knew that wouldn't reap any reaction from him, not that it mattered at the moment. Closing his eyes and looking down at his feet as he put them in fifth, he added so softly as to barely be heard, "not with my family."
He breathed deeply, cleared his throat and stood up straight once again. Looking at himself with a full chest and a slightly stoic look, he practiced fendues. Once he was done with one side, he did the other. Once done, he suddenly wondered what it was all for. All of the training and work, all of the auditions and competitions with the other dancers, teaching workshops and daily lessons. What was it all for now that he was reduced to this?! Did he even need to practice anymore? While he pondered this, he had started up another routine, though somewhat half-heartedly. In the middle of it, he stopped and walked away from the barre, going to his bag and tennis shoes. He sat down and took off his canvas slippers and started putting on his sweats and t-shirt again.
((OOC: Sorry, short...>.<))
ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу fєєℓιиg {like I'm falling apart} ωнιℓє ι'м нєα∂ιиg тσωαя∂ѕ {nowhere} ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу ωєαяιиg {leotard and tights with canvas slippers} αи∂ ι'м ωιтн {Alaric and Mary Anne}
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 10:12 pm
The man just continued to look at her as his eyes just kept their dim glow. The way she analyzed him had started to become rather strange, it was as if she had been sizing him up, or trying to study his appearance. This had been the norm over the eons, the Native Americans did this to him, and his owner during the time of his cub form had done this during the activation of his true form. However, this would no longer matter when he noticed her her question, but before Gojiro could say anything, the girl's body made note that she was going to continue speaking. Now he had her name, as well as her scent memorized. Something told him that the two of them would be getting to know each other, and for as long as she lives, who knows, he might enjoy that.
"E-qua (Great), however Mirabella, could we continue this conversation outside?" Nu-Da Wa-Ya asked of her as his tilted his head over slightly to give a smile in hopes she would say yes. The man could not fully enjoy himself without pure Earth beneath his feet, he could handle it, but he did not like it. An animal, most of all a wild animal, prefers the outdoors compared to being trapped inside all the time. This is why his room is designed to be a cave, using actual stone as the walls, ceiling, and floor to make him more comfortable.
It would be at this moment he would notice that he had no idea what they would talk about if they did, or did not go outside. His preparation with speaking to her had been less than tactical, but his animal instincts often pushed him into situations, but each time they seem to end with something good, so he can't complain too much. However, a topic would need to come up soon, or everything would bomb.
[OOC: Wow... typo... that was suppose to be grace. -_- Whoops.]
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 4:52 am
╔══════════════════════════════════════╗╚══════════════════════════════════════╝ ✦Ｌｏｖｅｌｙ✦Ｍｉｓｓ✦Ｍｉｒａｂｅｌｌａ✦Ｆａｙｒｅ✦ 『α »тнιиɡ« σғ •ℬεαтч• ιs α נσч ғσяεvεя』Ｍirabella smiled. She had been right; he did want to go outside but she still wasn't sure why. 'Yes, outside sounds nice' she said, flicking a glance to the window and looking out at the scenery. It was a beautiful day with the shining sun placed delicately between the fluffy clouds that dotted the bright blue sky. She placed her gaze back towards Gojiro and then looked down at her hands, still holding the bottle. She took another sip before she screwed the lid back on and placed it back in her bag. She realised she was still wearing her dance clothes and there were sticking to her slightly since she'd been sweating a little. It wasn't a very nice feeling and a blush rose to her face as she saw Gojiro still looking at her. 'Um, perhaps I should go have a shower and get changed first' she said, still feeling a little embarrassed since she never felt very attractive in her dance clothes and they were normally only for her eyes to see. Suddenly she felt the same as if she were wearing her pyjamas, the same embarrassed feeling.
'How about I meet you outside by the lake in about quarter of an hour?' she suggested. She could have just said that she needed to go change and told him they'd have to speak another time but part of her actually wanted to carry on the conversation. Gojiro seemed like a very interesting person and she'd quite like to get to know him better so that was the reason she had decided to say yes to his offer. Before he'd even agreed, she started backing away. She desperately wanted to get out these clothes and into some nicer ones. 『ιт's ℓσvεℓιиεss ｡ιиcяεαsεs｡; ιт ωιℓℓ ↣иεvεя↤ ραss ιитσ иσтнιиɡиεss』 |Outfit - Dance Clothes| |Mood - Curious & Amused| |Current Location - Outside the Dance Studio|
|| Ooc~ Oh, whoops! I'm sorry sweatdrop I thought he was talking about the grave in her path, like how she will die but he wont, that kinda thing. Oops >.< ||
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 9:48 am
Gojiro just looked to her as she looked to be taking in her own appearance. This Earth Spirit was far from being any fool, one does not live eons without learning how people think. Just from her scent, which could be considered mildly foul, most of all compared to a rather overweight person who is sweating heavily, this woman indeed need some kind of a cleaning up. But as the animal he is, the man prefers to get dirtier before getting clean. This often means that he would catch himself rolling around in the dirt, wallowing in it as he just enjoys to feeling of the Earth. Then once he finishes the bad deed, he quickly moves into cleaning himself and acting as if what he did, didn't happen. So by this nature designed into he, he sometimes wonders why people don't go and wallow in the dirt before washing up, but then again the minds of the mortal beings don't always make sense.
Listening to her talk still, and learning quickly that his study of her wanting to get cleaned up first had been correct, Gojiro could only nod whens he mentioned that she wanted to bathe before joining him next. Then came the embarrassed blush on her face to show she really didn't want to be in this predicament. Next she mentioned that she wanted to meet him by the lake in about fifteen minutes, so with a final nod, Nu-Da Wa-Ya watched as she made her way into the distance of the castle, while he began to attempt at figuring out where he was. Not having pure Earth beneath his feet kept him lost longer. So with a disoriented look, the Earth Spirit began to search around to try and find his way out, hoping that he would be able to find a door sooner than later.
[OOC: Wow... typo... that was suppose to be grace. -_- Whoops.]
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 9:35 pm
Ａｌａｒｉｃ Ｆｅｒｄｉｎｄ პ Ｍａｒｙ Ａｎｎｅ Ｗｉｌｌｏｗ Alaric chuckled at Lenwe's response; it seemed that the boy viewed himself as the mouse while Alaric was the snake. The analogy was perfect because they fit the roles so well, and Alaric was one to play with his food. He watched as Lenwe continued to stretch and sulk to himself about the fact that he would never share his gift to the world again.
"Pitiful... Come, it's time for your training," Alaric replied, turning on his heels.
Mary Anne suddenly appeared by Lenwe and crouched down to look at him. She stayed that way, staring at him for what seemed like a long time before standing up suddenly.
"Do not despair; you could be worse off," Mary Anne said quietly with a small smile.
ooc: sorry that it's short >.>
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 11:34 pm
ℓєиωë тîωєℓєтяαιи ℓιкє α мα¢нιиє
∂αи¢є ℓιкє α ѕσυℓ
¢σмє, ∂αи¢є ωιтн мє... The elf heard Alaric's chuckle as he put on his shoes. Giving a slight pause, he stopped all action to regard Alaric from the corner of his eyes. The pause was only momentary; he put his ballet things back in his black canvas bag, thinking of being able to finally eat. And was he ravenous! Perhaps he'd have an egg or two, a half of a grapefuit with a small bit of sugar, and a nice big glass of water. Then the vampire gave him true cause for hesitation. His stomach gave a small growl; how long did Alaric think he would be able to last without food? Staring at nowhere in particular, he listened to Mary Anne's words. Looking away from both the vampires, he thought to himself for a moment.
Of course I could be worse off. I could still be with the slavers, unable to dance and living in perpetual fear of a beating should I slip but once. Though something tells me that being faux-servant to a vampire will not change that thought process. Lenwë stood slowly and took a deep breath. Closing his eyes, he had a bad feeling about his next few words, and the consequences they might bring. As he slung his bag over his shoulder, he opened his eyes and whispered, "No." With a shaking breath, he closed his eyes again, and cleared his throat. "No. I have not eaten today. I must do that, and shower, before being subject to your ... teachings, haru," he said with a stronger voice and open eyes.
He swallowed thickly and his brow furrowed. Lenwë tried to appear unyielding, but his hands were grasping his bag tightly once again and his breathing was quick and shaking. Yet, as nervous as he seemed to be about the impending punishment, he went on, "And furthermore, Haru Alaric, I do not recall ever agreeing to be any sort of servant to you. In fact, I remember fighting off your attempted persuasion of my thoughts." The elf tried saying something that would bite back. It seemed, at the time, that Alaric wasn't happy that Lenwë was able to fight off the compulsion trick. Perhaps bringing it up would bite him as much as Alaric's comments to him.
((OOC: It's fine ^-^ My last one was short anyways >.< And sorry if the wording in some places is sort of Shakespearean...I was watching Othello.))
ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу fєєℓιиg {a little rebellious} ωнιℓє ι'м нєα∂ιиg тσωαя∂ѕ {nowhere} ι'м ¢υяяєитℓу ωєαяιиg {t-shirt, sweats and tennis shoes over tights} αи∂ ι'м ωιтн {Alaric and Mary Anne}
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 11:02 pm
Ａｌａｒｉｃ Ｆｅｒｄｉｎｄ პ Ｍａｒｙ Ａｎｎｅ Ｗｉｌｌｏｗ Alaric stopped dead in his tracks, before slowly turning his head to look at the elf. His eyes glowed with annoyance and anger but he kept his expression calm as he slowly stalked back towards Lenwe.
"What is this I hear? Are you refusing me, after I bothered to treat you well? Well, it seems that you do not yet realize what position you are in," Alaric said lowly as he continued slowly approach Lenwe. "You will come, now," Alaric continued, his eyes clearly glowing red.
Unlike the last time, the vampire's compulsion was much stronger this time, it would feel like an unbearable desire for the elf. Alaric was not going to back down this time, even if the boy tried to resist his power.
Mary Anne had gasped when she heard Lenwe's response. That had definitely angered Alaric and she was scared for Lenwe's well being; but thankfully, Alaric did not seem interested in physically harming the elf. Mary Anne bit her lip as she watched the older vampire stalk towards Lenwe like a predator would to its prey.
"A-Alaric... Don't hurt him," Mary Anne whispered as she stared at them.
ooc: permission to "persuade" Lenwe plz ;D
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