Lilith
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"The pleasured dead speak of her in necromantic tongue"
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Cold
Aug 13, 2008 19:46:54 GMT
Post by Lilith on Aug 13, 2008 19:46:54 GMT
Lilith flashes a charming smile at the young woman. "But of course we have a room with two beds. How disappointing for your friend here" She answers, an air of mocking humour to her tone. She watches the demon elf eying Horus, sizing him up, deciphering what he is. How quaint...
About to lead them to their room the elf takes her hand in his, planting a kiss on her cold, white skin... Lilith turns to meet his gaze. "You are very tired, and I am hard to please" She says to him, removing her hand from his, her deep red lips parted in a dark smile. She was, after all, a woman of class despite her reputation. Seating herself behind the ornate marble desk again she reaches into a drawer producing a single key and handing it to the woman. "You will find your room at the end of the corridor, the last door on your left. Should you need my assistance I will be here all evening" Lilith follows this with a sly wink at Balthazar. Men came to her, not the other way around...
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Kanika Sef
Junior Member
There will be a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning. -L'Amour
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Cold
Aug 15, 2008 9:15:48 GMT
Post by Kanika Sef on Aug 15, 2008 9:15:48 GMT
Kanika narrows her eyes at Lilith, baring her teeth in a silent snarl as the woman continued to taunt her. She quickly turns the expression into a convincing smile of gratitude before things got out of hand, however. She didn't like the way her mind was twisting this interaction, turning it into a challenge.
She disliked even more the sense of jealousy that fanned the flames of her anger. Balthazar was not hers. She hardly even knew him. She was just being stupid. Or perhaps competitive. Or maybe she had simply become over-fond of the other-worldly immigrant for saving her life. It could have been one or all of those reasons. She was too tired to engage her thoughts in a session of psycho-analysis just now. It really didn't matter when knowing why wouldn't change the fact that she suddenly and irrevocably hated this woman.
She was really going to hate herself for being petty once she slept off the worst of her exhaustion, but the temptation was just too much. Besides, when in Rome... She took the key from the red-haired siren with predatory grace, the movement slow and deliberate. She let her anger burn in her eyes even though the friendly smile she wore remained firmly in place.
"Oh, without a doubt." She says in answer to the woman's last line, pretending not to see the wink she gave Balthazar. Her tone was sweetly cheerful. It would take a quick mind to hear the insult in her words. "I am sure that if I only possessed your...energy" the tone of her voice made it sound as though she was thinking something far more distasteful than that last word as she said it, "I would prove a better entertainer." Once again, there was a hidden definition in that noun as well even though she did not stress it as she had the word energy.
She stared at her opponent (for that is exactly how she saw her at that moment) for a short yet meaningful span of time, the pleasant smile still masking her expression. "But there's really nothing for it, is there?" She says with a good-natured shrug, the furious gleam in her eye transforming into a jovial twinkle with disconcerting suddenness. "Thank you for your hospitality. You are a generous host."
Again, that possibility of a hidden insult though there were no longer any clues in the shape-shifters tone or expression. She decided to leave it to her irritating host to figure out and turned on her heel, walking in the direction that the woman had instructed and feeling very pleased with herself. Her peculiar euphoria pushed away her exhaustion if only for the moment and she walked with her usual liquid, prowling grace toward a bed and the promise of sleep.
<Exit Kanika>
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Cold
Aug 16, 2008 3:00:41 GMT
Post by Balthazar on Aug 16, 2008 3:00:41 GMT
With a raised eyebrow Balthazar watched the exchange. He stared as Kanika glided away with grace. Maybe he hadn't looked at her the right way before but she seemed extremely graceful and proud at that moment. He turned to Horus, "May us meet again in the future Lycanthrope. And to you, Fiery Red Receptionist, if we meet again then we may have more fun. Untill then, it is time to clean up." He turned and followed Kanika down the hall to the guest room. A sudden pain in his chest reminded him he was in a very strange world in deed.
<<Exit Balthazar>>
((I was drunk when I wrote this so I may come back and change it. Sorry.))
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Lilith
New Member
"The pleasured dead speak of her in necromantic tongue"
Posts: 47
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Cold
Aug 17, 2008 9:25:54 GMT
Post by Lilith on Aug 17, 2008 9:25:54 GMT
Lilith presses her hands together lightly, her fingertips making a steeple as she contemplates her two guests. They could be much fun for her... Clearly there was both friction and affection between them, an interesting recipe to which Lilith could add a little spice...
She picks up the over stated quill again and begins logging the new arrivals. Horus had either left or he was sulking in the shadows, she didn't really care enough to check. She shuts the book, standing with an elegance only her sort could possess and makes her way to the lounge. A drink was in order...
((Exit Lilith))
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Cold
Nov 30, 2008 20:00:34 GMT
Post by Midnightsaint on Nov 30, 2008 20:00:34 GMT
( i didnt realize i was not logged on this post was made be my self) walking through the grand doors, she stops and takes in her surroundings, Gleaming black marble floors stretching towards two symetrical curved stair cases. Adorned in stylish black and red Venetian decor the hall makes a breath-taking first impression on guests. Lit softly with decadent candle chandeliers, their fiery glow merging with the silver illumination of the moon, filtered gently through the glass dome above. she hears others to her right talking, looking intensely she focuses in on them, not knowing where she is or how she got her, she steps back protectively, her eyes darting everywhere, panic sets in.. where is she who are these people... she is out numbered... she turns trying to reopen the doors, .. hearing foot steps behind her she turns slowly back around....
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Cold
Dec 1, 2008 0:47:13 GMT
Post by Arieanne on Dec 1, 2008 0:47:13 GMT
(( is ok, had drax delete the double post ))
Arianne moved lightly down the stairs, her blue dress flowing perfectly behind her as she moved. Stopping to see another newcomer, she paused, moved into the light so that her high-elven features, blue eyes and dusty white hair could be seen clearly.
"hello, My name is Arieanne, im new here also. Dont worry, from what ive seen there isnt anything in this building that will go out of its way to kill you unless you annoy it, where are you from?"
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Cold
Dec 3, 2008 0:12:18 GMT
Post by Balthazar on Dec 3, 2008 0:12:18 GMT
((Entrance Balthazar, he's been unused for so long))
As Balthazar walked down the corridor heading back to the entrance he thought up the questions he would need answering. As he approached however he heard a melodic voice talking. He smiled. Always with elves. With his head held high he walked into the room. The only thoughts on his mind now, this may be a strange land but there certainly was familiarities. He walked through the doorway and watched the exchange between the women. He couldn't see the elf fully on the stairway but he hoped she could see him.
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Cold
Dec 3, 2008 10:51:23 GMT
Post by Arieanne on Dec 3, 2008 10:51:23 GMT
Arieanne noticed the movement of the other newcomer and looked at him warmly, she could sence his feelings, confident, friendly to her because of her elven heretage, another elven wonderer perhaps? she could not see his face.
"and hello to you too" she said smiling, moving more into the light, but still to look at her, only an expert in elven physiology would recognise the fact that she was a crossbreed.
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Cold
Dec 6, 2008 18:37:56 GMT
Post by Balthazar on Dec 6, 2008 18:37:56 GMT
((Waited 3 days for a reply from MidnightSaint, don't want this going stale so I'll reply))
With a large grin Balthazar dipped in a low bow, "Nice to meet you also." His long flowing hair brushed the floor. He always enjoyed meeting elves, to see their reaction. Dark Elves, Drow, are the truly hated enemies of all other elves. Its always nice to see racial hatred. Balthazar just hoped this would be as fun as the other. His last conflict with an elf ended with locking blades with an Elf for over 6 hours.
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Cold
Dec 10, 2008 20:50:21 GMT
Post by Midnightsaint on Dec 10, 2008 20:50:21 GMT
(sorry have been busy with College work)
shaking her head, realizing her had began to daze, he looks at the new comers that have welcomed her, and straightens her back against the door, locking her black eyes in turn with them as she speaks, declining her head to each in turn " a pleasure to meet you both, ... I seem to be lost, i do not know or understand how i got here " her eyes search her surroundings again as she walks away from the door.
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