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Azriel Silverwings Captain
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 Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 11:55 am
thousand years and yet we remain unfound and undiscovered by humans but yet... we live in their eye sight but they are blind to us. y cause their eye to discourse so? but our vampiric city has lived thats all thats ever mattered. this place looks like the origional city but more... modern i suppose.. las noches the bar of collections of thousands... the stores of buildings of homes for vampires that refuse to learn how to live in the morden era. personally i only leave old salem to feed... its forbidden to feed from vampires in this place on pain of death... but in las noches the bar tender always seems to be able to attract humans there for those of us who dnt wish to leave..
in the darkness of the trees hides a path to the past. i city of forgotten immortality.. and we call it old salem..
black roses line the path, sharp and forbidding to all those who do not belong... and the magick of the place is that humans are forever blind to the path so that they may never discover what we have made to be our sanctuary.
welcome my friends to a place we call home for the last thousand years...
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 12:10 pm
azriels finger tips brushed the bloom of the black rose along the tangling vines wrapping themselves around an oak tree. the vines were lush like the petals, vines tinted and tained by the black roses they hosted like paracites they bloomed and blossomed together. the greens of the vines were the richest shade of dark green. azriel brushed back her violently raven black hair from her face, the deepest shade of blood red seemed to have been ripped thru her hair by some evil attack from some invisable being. her eyes lingered the blackest of midnight blues, and her skin glittered evilly against the pale moonlight. when she stood and looked down the shadowed strech of path leading back towards old salem she felt the lingering presence of home in the back of her mind. when she stood her body streched to its full 6'1 length its lush form blooming against her tight clothing. as she walked her hourglass figure swayed to a silent beat, her body was to invite to lure prey to her like honey to a fly. her coat fluttered behind her as she walked smoothly, the corset holding her body in check as her black pants shifted and whispered deliciously as she moved. and at last the soft glow of lights came into view, and her lips whispered into the airy darkness "old salem.."
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Azriel Silverwings Captain
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