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 Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 4:42 pm
Time Of Day :: Dusk
Weather :: Foggy and Cool
Place :: The Mansion where the cult lives in. Image Located on the Leagami Di Sangue - Cult Information Forum
This was going to be a descriptive post, but...yeah...blah, It didn't work out. This might be edited and placed into a descriptive post at a later date...
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 6:33 pm
Isabella was sitting at a grand oak table that had a circular shape. Along with many chairs around it. Enough to seat herself, the children, the other founders of the cult (J'nesst and Adrian), and even the new members they had picked up along the way in creating this cult. The only reason was to give Renikari her closest friend, whom she called Ren and which others called her, another chance to be with her family. A sigh escaped the eternal's lips as she rested her oval-shaped face on her pale, delicate hand in which resided on the oak table.
Her green eyes flashed with so many emotions, some which were unreadable. Isabella was known as one of the strong figures, maybe even a mother to some, so she had to remain strong even when she felt like crying. It had been so long since she had last seen Ren and now as the moments passed by soon enough she would be reuinted with the woman who was like a sister to her. Glancing out the window Isabella saw the foggy mist sweep by like a mysteryious being that it was. To her it represented all of the hardships that had become in her life and also signified the dawning of a new day that would soon arrive. That day being the whole family soon being reunited after so many long years.
Coming back to reality Isabella sat up straight in the chair and slowly let her green eyes glance around the Oak table and those who sat at it. Those being Ren's childern, J'nesst, Adrian, Armond with his lizard, Seth, Gabrielle, and the rest of the people in the cult. Finally her eyes rested ahead after she took in everyone who was attending today's cult meeting.
Opening her mouth and speaking loud enough so her voice resonated strongly she said in a very calm, but serious manner,"For those of you that know this day has been counted down to. Now that it is here we need to take immediate action. Let us discuss what course of action we should take in bringing Ren and Verin into our cult permanently. We need to be prepared to handle any reactions they might have about finding all of this out, especially about their past lives. In hopes to calming them down with any strong emotion they may feel. Now that that is settled who can share first what evasive action we should take in trying to persuade Ren and Verin into joining our cult."
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~Eyes.Of.Dawn~ Vice Captain
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l_Porcelain_l Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 5:11 pm
Quote: A young girl sat in the dark of her bedroom. The day was slowly fading into the night. The days where getting shorter and the nights getting longer as the winter grew nearer and nearer, it was now October and officially autumn. The young girl stood up from the corner chair she was sitting it and walked over towards the grand window. It overlooked a grand garden, it looked so much like the Garden of the Eternals that she had spent the past two years of her life. Though they had seemed like far longer. She missed her mother and father so much. Yes, Adrian and J’nesst where there. And they where her biological parents, but she had grown up with Ren and Verin as her parents and saw the two pairs in reversed roles. It was easy to see why, no need to go into such things. She had always wanted to see her true parents as her parents but they where always like her aunt and uncle, a bit like her best friends as she say Isabella.
With a soft sigh she closed the windows and left the gorgeous view of the vermilion sky over the slowly dying garden and walked towards the door. “Ah….Bright!” She said as the bright man made light torched her deep red eyes. Her arm jerking up to shield her eyes as her head went down and her long silver hair fell over her face. Wincing she forced herself to get used to the light and walked towards the room she knew most of the others where in. Her mind was still that of a child in most ways and she acted like a five years old at times though she seemed so mature for her age as well.
*Knock*
*Knock*
*Knock*
She gently pounded on the door three times before entering and looking around, a gentle smile upon her pallor face. Everyone Quote: A young woman sat at the edge of her bed humming softly to herself as she kicked her legs back and forth listening to some music. Beautiful blonde hair pulled into high pony tail. Her soft rust colored eyes painted up nicely with a bit of pink eye shadow. Her slender neck chocked by a leather collar along with a loose chain with a pendent upon it. Her pink corset hugging her slender body in all of the right places and her tight black pants hugged onto her petite figure as well. Upon each of her slender fingers a ring was places, over her right arm a slightly torn up black glove, upon her left hand a tight leather bracelet. Every detail of her outfit complementing the next and previous part of it. A beautiful teenage girl that clearly new how to dress.
Today was a happy day . Soon enough Ren, Gabe, and Verin would be back! She couldn’t wait and was so anxious about it. As she toyed with her earrings she walked towards the door and headed down the long halls, still humming her little tune.
No One/Anyone Quote: A young man sat half asleep at the circular grand oak table. His tired eyes looking at Isabella as she spoke. Looking around at each and everyone he let out a sigh and shrugged.
“I have no ideas….Sorry Isabella….” He said with a sigh. Hearing the clicking of the door a smile grew upon his face when he saw who it was. Mastrialla had just entered. Grinning he got up and pulled out the chair next to himself and made a gesture for her to sit down. When she did so he gave her a small kiss after sitting back down. His tiredness now faded he awaited anyone else’s ideas.
Isabella, Mastrialla, and Everyone Else Quote: Ezra sat their barley paying attention. Sighing slightly he stood up from the table and walked over to the window and starred out of it.
“I, as messenger, am willing to do whatever you ask of me. However I have no ideas either…” He said in a bored, emotionless tone. His cold orange eyes not leaving the far off distance of blackness that the night had created. He was bored of nothing happening. Though he couldn’t really do anything about it, he had nothing to do with it. Giving a shrug he walked back to the table and sat down. His muscled arms folded over his perfectly toned six pack of a stomach. It was easy to tell that this young man worked out and was no weakling.
Isabella and Others
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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2006 4:14 pm
J'nesst sat next to Adrian at the table in the meeting. She was a bit moody this day and would prefer not to be here. But she was a leader of the Cult and must attend. She looked around the table at the other members and then her eyes still when they reached Adrian. She smiled at him. She did love him so very much. She wiped the smiled off her face and turned to the others that sat at the table. She held a bored look in to her eyes. "Well, does anyone have ideas?" She asked impatiently.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 11:32 am
Silence was the spectre which caressed Adrain's lips. The eyes spoke volumes in the absence of his voice. Eyes like sepulchres; the bitter cold steel sliced each organism as they perverted and violated the sanctity of the soul and the secrets which lay within. Merciless with his gaze, no stone would be left unturned as he examined all who sat before him. Naivety seemed to be the chorus sung by numerous voices. No one had any clue, any leadership. They all acted like puppets waiting for their strings to be pulled. None of those who surrounded commanded any deference in his opinion.
He rose suddenly without indication. For several moments he stood as still as an ice sculpture. Face as pale as porcelain but not as delicate. His hair flowed down his back like silken curtains. With the voraciousness hunger of a tiger he stalked around the table. Hands clenched together behind his back.
“There was no point in calling this humble gathering. It is nothing but a glorified banquet of flesh and supposed comradeship. This fine table curved skilfully and elaborately by skilled craftsmen should be the only occupant here.” His voice was a rich as honey which oozed off melted voice, as deep as pitch blackness as it consumes the moonlight. Yet in his voice was the violence, the purpose of a army commander.
“When we find the three the evidence of their past will be revealed. There will be no force, no persuasion, just facts! If they refuse to accept these facts or do not wish to embark upon the journey we have planned for them, then so be it. We cannot force them to come with us. They deserve to have freedom of choice. Destiny will decide what will happen to the cult.”
With feathered footing he headed directly to the door. Not even bothering to turn back as his final address was made. “Us three leaders should be the ones to go ad visit our three sacred ones. The rest of you could prepare and protect the domain. Beds need to be readied, studied filled with books, medical supplies restocked and the place guarded from potential intruders. We all know that the reincarnation will alert the unwanted attentions of our enemies.” He gazed up to the emblem of the cult. There were two paths which destiny offered them. One was that the three renecarnates would ignite the flames of the cult and name the glorious Legami Di Sangue rise from the dirt like a phoenix or the names of the rencarnates would be the cults epitaph. An epitaph written with blood, sweat and tears.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 12:49 pm
Seth stood at the entrance of the mansion like a loyal dog. His duty was as a protector of the cult. This meant that he felt it would be the correct thing to do to guard the mansion. It was quite a full job though. He had no one to talk to, and the view was boring after a while. He was not the kind to be constantly entranced by greenery and crystal blue skies.
This meant he was left alone with his thoughts. His thoughts were not pleasant company. He was tortured by the thought that his current girlfriend might have feelings rekindled for her lover of the past. He also wondered if the meeting had come up with any solid conclusions. How were they going to convince Ren and Verin to join them in the cult."
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 12:42 pm
Something about the way Adrain acted didn't set totally well with Fredria. Even if they had lived together for two years. Whenever the pale, serious-faced vampire crossed behind her, Fredrai felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. Despite all this, she agreed with quite a few of the things Adrain said.
"I agree with Adrain. If they do not wish to join us, then let them be. Forcing them down a path we wish for them wont do anyone of us any good...." Fredria let her voice trail off. Why did she find it so hard to speak up in times like these? Mentally she repremended herself for being shy when she ought to be speaking her mind.
Mailee, unlike her sister, wasn't as shy about these things. In fact she was about to stead up and say something when Adrain stood up. She jumped slightly at the sudden movement and imediatly forgot what she was about to say. Instead she listened intently to what he was saying. She hoped Ren would come back, Ren was her mother and she didn't remeber clearly the past times spent with her. Mailee traced the intricate pattern with her finger, sliding the fingertip along the groove of the carvings
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 5:23 pm
Isabelle nodded, agreeing with Adrian. Standing, she lifted her brown carved staff with a red orb hanging at the end, in her right hand and walked over to the door way. Turning back she studied all, seeing that this meeting was not progressive at all. With a sigh she decided it did not matter. All she wished to do now was to ger Ren, Gabrielle, and Verin here as soon as possible. Or atleast talk to the three of them if they did not decide to join.
Slowly she left the meeting room and walked down the long hallway and pushed past the double doors. The chilly air of the night meeting her skin reassured her all things would go well. Even the still of the night held hopes and promises that would not be broken, whatever they might be. Quickly she trotted down the stairs and stopped, looking up to the moon. Her mind had escaped her and she forgot to wait for the other two leaders to join her.
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~Eyes.Of.Dawn~ Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 5:51 pm
J'nesst got up and followed after Adrian. He had been acting his usual self back there. She wasn't surprised about his proposal. She caught up to him and walked along by his side. "Do you think they will join us? The rencarnates?" She never doubted her leader and lover about his actions but she was only asking to reassure herself.
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 3:09 pm
Adrain provided no reassurance or sugar-coated reply to his dear wife. His response was as blunt and direct as an overused axe. His voice was as stern and unmoving as always.
“I am no seer, no prophet, no cheap artist of fortune-teller with a crystal ball practising pretend hoodoo. Any answer I give to you would be the words of darkness. I cannot provide the light of truth. The reincarnates will decide whether to join us on their own terms. My dear ready yourself emotionally for both potential outcomes. It would wound me to see you weeping into a cushion through the night.”
An arm wrapped around the dainty waist of his sweet wife. Lips caressed her porcelain cheeks and sculptured neck briefly. Left was a trail of butterfly kisses. Adrian was a vampire of pure intensity of emotion. When he loved it was with fearsome and almost addictive passion and commitment. His family were treasured like the most precious and priceless gemstones in the universe. He would do anything to protect them from harm. This passion and commitment had the poisonous quality of addiction. Jealously could be roused in him like an erupting volcano. The rage within him was as hot as magma. He hated in the same vain. A grudge would be seized within both hands and held to the bitter end.
He noticed Isabelle charging ahead like a stampeding bull. Her eagerness was plain to see.
"Isabelle, STOP!" His voiced roared like a motorbikes engine down the corridor. ""Walk with stealth, care and deligence and you will not step on a crack."
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Posted: Thu Oct 19, 2006 5:31 pm
She, at the same time, had and had not wanted to hear that answer. But she accepted it. Her eyes closed and she smiled as Adrian left the trail of kisses on her cheek. She opened her eyes to see that Isabelle had been charging down the corridor boarishly. Her smile faltered. She turned over to face Adrian. "Well, I will take heed to your word for you do know best. I shall go and be off. I feel like taking a walk for some odd reason." J'nesst rested her hand on his shoulder, gave him a kiss, then left down the hall.
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 8:38 am
Isabelle was too far ahead to hear what Adrian had called out to her. At the moment she was entranced by the moon. The light seemed to shine hope in her heart and she felt relieved. Even if the reincarnates chose not to be apart of the cult atleast she could see them again. After what seemed so long.
With a sigh Isabelle came back into reality and looked around to the darkness of the world. Oh how she loved the night, it made her feel young. To others she appeared not to have aged a day after 20, yet in reality she was so much older. No one close to her ever knew her name, except Ren. That woman was her sister that was long forgotten. Now the time came when Ren would rise up from her ashes and hopefully wish to rekindle the bond these two women shared.
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~Eyes.Of.Dawn~ Vice Captain
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l_Porcelain_l Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 6:43 pm
Mastrialla say what had gone one. It seemed to happen so fast. Looking to Micajah she gave him a confused look. He softly patted her head and she gave a half smile to him.
“I’m going to head off to town or something…’Kay Cage? I’ll see you later…” Without giving him a chance to reply she left the room and headed off down the long hall, then descended down the grand staircase, that lead to the main hall, that held the was the main entrance, that lead out to the front of the building, that lead her down the path, that lead her to the main gate, that ended the property line and into a tin part of the forest that soon would lead out to the town. That was similar to the monotone thoughts that ran threw Mastrialla’s head as she did exactly that. As she did so she hummed a soft melody to herself happily. The gentle breezes blowing trough her long silver locks as she slowly up to the end of the path and was now at the towns edge. The house was off a path that was only able to be reached through a rather old and overgrown path of dirt.
Looking at the bustling town that was nearly now a city she sighed. The mansion was so quiet, hardly anything but a few squabbles between those that lived there from time to time disrupted the silence. Here is seemed to be so noisy. A happy grin upon her face she made her way from the forest’s edge to the closest street and began to walk along the sidewalk.
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Posted: Wed Oct 25, 2006 8:10 pm
"Ugh, What's wrong with me? Not a single girl in a month! No- no a month and a half! I don't see how I can survive every day without a woman's touch in the morning, or - ever!" He sighed. Verin was desperate-for a woman-ANY woman, okay maybe not ANY woman but the idea in his mind was understood.
He looked around, on his right was the edge of the forest-he didn't think about it much but his father always hinted that it had been haunted. On his left there was the rest of it- the city bustling mass of stupidity, and women- most importantly women. "The forest already?" he asked himself. "I thought that- but-" He made tiny finger gestures in mid-air pointing different directions, " then- how, never mind." He sighed again in lost confusion then rested his hands beside his waist in forfeit. He placed his hands in his pockets and kept trudging on.
He looked up again looking for 'pre-' er, 'women'. Every once in a while he would act as if he wanted to stop and smell the fresh air- but he was just scanning the crowd of people, evidently he had a serious problem. It wasn't that he wanted to 'be alone' with a girl every day of his life. He just wanted a girl to take care of him, and wanted the "Yes, honey" aspect of having a relationship. Yet his attitude usually launched him into the ground, literally.
Once again he looked up scanning but this time- he saw a face, slightly pale-ish, looking. Beautifully long silver hair- strangely entrancing ruby eyes and a strange flower type 'choker' around her neck- it made him smile (thought of a doily when he saw it). Despite his strange description of her she was alluring- and caused him to 'target' her, for lack of a better word.
He shoved his hands into his pockets once again and slowly headed towards her, feeling auspicious. He walked in her direction and purposely tried to bump into her lightly- but strong enough so she would notice him. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry, miss," he said while lifting his head and hands apologetically."
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