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Post by The Winterlight Estate on Aug 3, 2022 0:29:19 GMT -5
A rocky coastline, bordering the central lake of the isles on the North side. When the first light of dawn filters through the Mists in this area, it refracts in unique ways, dappling the coast with prismatic, dancing lights. The Ebon Dream is within eyeshot from this beach, docked just to the east. |
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Post by Huey and the Thralls on Aug 3, 2022 0:36:21 GMT -5
A day had passed since the incident with the fishermen. Since then, any drop of flesh and blood had been absorbed by the mysterious goop below, but the skeletons were left alone. The Desmodus had closed the hatch good and tight, either protecting the slime from the sun… or Valentine from the slime. Either way, it was of no consequence now.
The ship acted no differently after the massacre, as though this was commonplace. Perhaps it was, and perhaps a boat was just a boat, without concern for the fate of living things that put their grubby, filthy hands all over it. The Desmodus did take care to steer far from any stacks of smoke, two of which rose high from an islet in the middle of the sea, and another from the far south. No matter, as they were due north and east, where it sailed merrily toward. They skimmed past great plains and thick forests, sparkling beaches and shores riddled with stones. Once, they even passed a camp… abandoned. Bloodstained. Torn apart.
The Desmodus paid it no mind.
By late evening, the ship paused, and from the riggings it dropped a dinghy. It splashed into the water, alerting its guest. Ahead, there was a small and pleasant beach that merged into a misty, green thicket. In the distance, there was another plume of smoke.
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Valentine Donnadieu
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: Appears somewhere around his 20's.
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Appearance: Valentine's wavy hair is shoulder length, with the back usually up in a small ponytail. His soft features often cause others to mistake him for a girl, but he has never taken offense to it. His eyes are a piercing red, beautifully complimented by his pale features and dusty pink hair. If the light plays just right, it can even appear white or blonde. He's always seen with red, dangling earrings, but his clothes change often. Expect him to be adorned in something ruffled, corseted, and/or fancy.
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Equipment: Coin purse with a few gold stashed inside, sacrificial knife, poison-tipped dagger strapped to his thigh, 3 vials filled with blood, and a paint supply kit.
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Skills and Abilities: Vampiric senses and speed: While not a blur of motion, Valentine finds that both his speed and senses are bordering on the inhuman. Unfortunately, his physical strength is laughable and he could easily be overpowered by an average person.
Necromancy: A magic he found himself proficient in after his turning. Raising the dead as ghouls or skeletons proves useful, but not when the isles make such a thing nearly impossible. Fortunately, Valentine has one ability that has somehow survived the isles. His "Vampiric Touch" as he likes to call it allows him to suck the life out of another if he grips them skin to skin. The process is painfully slow and requires several minutes to kill a target, but it doesn't take too-too long to weaken his opponent with it. With what he steals, he rejuvenates himself.
Blood Arts: His blood has been specially infused to be of great benefit to any and all vampires around him. There have been even times that he has granted those who take from him a great boon. One that entirely depends on the individual who took it from him.
Simple weapon proficiency: He knows how to wield a dagger and other small weapons, but would not do very well with a longsword. Although he's decent with a rapier but hasn't had the time to master it.
Artistic skills: Valentine is capable of making beautiful works of art with paints, charcoal, clay, etc. But his specialty is realistic portraits and religious renditions. He is also able to create his own paints, charcoal, etc if he finds the right materials.
Wine master: Makes wonderful wines, especially blood wines with his secret ingredient.
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Biography: Valentine is a man who has always shown great artistic talent. Such great talent in fact, that a deal was made between his poor parents and a well-known artist that would take him off their hands when he was only 10 years old. The artist fed him, housed him, and trained him in the arts, but in exchange he had to assist his teacher by making and creating all his paints/supplies for him. To further his own talent, he was allowed to copy his teacher's works on his own time. All was well for a few months, but his teacher quickly noticed that Valentine was not like any other pupil he had. For Valentine was entirely color blind.(Achromatopsia) His world of greys had the artist in a rage, assuming he'd gotten a bad deal since Valentine was "defective". After all, how was he to help him with his religious works for his commissions in the future if he could not see the exact color his teacher had used? But Valentine proved him wrong. He'd excelled, pushed himself hard enough that he lived and breathed art. It was no surprise that he surpassed his teacher by 16 and was given commissions of his own from the church. But he had an entirely different passion he wished to dedicate his skills to. Portraits. His own, others, anyone he deemed beautiful he desperately wished to paint, to sculpt. At 20 years of age, he finally found them. His muse. They were a beautiful man, but an odd one. Meeting in the dead of night for each session called to Valentine. Just painting his client went to painting his muse, to falling in love. A happily ever after...If only. That fantasy shattered when he discovered his muse was a creature of the night. A damned demon that the church had warned him of. A vampire. But Valentine "saw past all that" and saw "the real him". His love, his muse promised him many things. Such beautiful things that he was lulled into him. He fell from grace and was drawn into the life of permanent night. Now with his "muse" casting him aside as just another piece of his collection he finds himself deeply regretting ever meeting him...And now, all he can think about is escaping him.
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Post by Valentine Donnadieu on Aug 3, 2022 2:40:21 GMT -5
SPLASH Valentine opened an eye at the sound of the dinghy hitting the sea, the peculiar sound rousing him from the rest he’d taken after all that fighting. He slowly stretched out his limbs and took account of the fact he felt rather refreshed. Perhaps he had the fishermen to thank for being a surprise snack to replenish his weary self. With a pleased sigh, Valentine sat up and began finger combing his hair, taking the time to tie it in the way he liked, “I’ll be ready in a few minutes and head out to see what you’re up to out there.” The vampire soon moved to stand, straightening his clothes and securing his belongings, including the new shiny rapier, to his belt. Even taking the time to dab a small bit of red powder from his paint kit on his lips to make them a bit pinker, “There we are. All ready.” After a small adjustment to his heeled boots, he set out, heading to the deck to peer over at the beach. He trailed his eyes up and over to the thicket, only to notice the smoke soon after, “Oh? Are you telling me to head there?” Without expecting an answer, Valentine made his way over to the side of the ship where the dinghy awaited and began his descent down, “I’m going to assume you want me to head there because it’s safe…or someone who knows you is over there. Either way…I would like-...No, I’m sure we’ll be meeting again!” With a drop into the dingy, Valentine sat with a small smile and a wave to the ship. … Valentine huffed as he finally docked on the beach and found his legs back on land once again. He squinted at the smoke up in the sky, hand on his hip as he wondered who the hell he was going to meet next…Whoever they were, there was no possible way for them to be weirder than a sentient, albeit nice, ship. |
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Maha Correa
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Appearance: Though not as tall and imposing as the Correa Matriarch, Maha carries her own flavor of fearsomeness and respect. Long legs and a wiry frame gives ample attention to her lean muscles. More often than not, she’s seen in black garments decorated with bones, feathers, and gold. Her hair is long and wound in braids tightened against her scalp. Her teeth are long and bright, and her eyes are brown, and on occasion, red.
Equipment: A long oak pipe, cracks filled with green resin and inscribed with blue ink, is Maha’s only weapon.
Skills and Abilities: As a necromancer, Maha can breathe life into the dead using the smoke from her pipe. The items used to do this were already hard to obtain; harder now that she doesn’t recognize any of the herbs on the isle.
Like all Correa vampires, Maha has increased physical capabilities at night, but is sickly and weaker than the average human in the presence of sunlight. If she comes in direct contact with sunlight, it will burn her to a crisp.
Otherwise, she is able to shapeshift into the Correa dog, also called the dip. Though its size varies, the form stays the same from one member to the next, excluding Maribel’s. Having made a deal with the curse, Maha has also negotiated a second form: a long-crested eagle, much larger than the normal, able to grab and lift human children from the ground.
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Post by Maha Correa on Oct 7, 2022 16:15:08 GMT -5
The Desmodus groaned in response, though it was not like the lament of an old man rolling out of bed or the bearer of bad news; it was friendly, and it was accompanied by a little wave from one of the ropes hanging from the rigging.
No sooner had Valentine made his way to shore, perhaps with a sense of peace and the accomplishment of making a new friend (who was a massive ship, mind you, and would therefore be safe in the ocean where it belonged) did a very different sound come wailing from the previously merry seacraft. It wailed. It snapped.
It splintered.
From the beak, where there had been nothing before, lashed out a slender arm made from the same wood as the ship. The hand groped through the air and, finding no purchase, slapped against the bow, fingers curled, and pushed. The noises increased in volume until it became a scream, but there was another sound... a growl? A snarl of frustration. Where one voice might have easily been the sweet soul haunting The Desmodus, the second was feral, a different creature altogether.
As the hand pushed against the bow, the wood bent beneath the pressure. Like a newborn babe springing forth from its mother, a head crested, slicked in dark ooze, and splintered through the bow. A mouth formed, taking its first gasp of the nighttime air, only to expel it in the same wild, inhuman screech that joined with the ship's tortured sobs.
Clumsily, tiredly, the figure bowed from the hole in the ship and tumbled into the water with a slap. Its dark form twisted beneath the waves, split, and like a school of eels, shot toward the shore, where they congregated once more. It was here the shadows heaved, first as the slender spine sat beneath a sheet of sable skin, then as a comet's tail of long braids as their head lashed back, face aimed at the sky. The figure was tall and wired with muscle, powerful in stance and small in the joints. Their broad shoulders dwarfed her waist, which sat above wide hips and equally wide legs. Their chest heaved, taking in breath by breath, and as they came to their senses a pair of slit, golden eyes landed on Valentine.
Like Eve caught with the apple, the figure hunched over, hands wrapped around them. The gesture, at first, seemed shy and ashamed. Valentine would soon learn this was not the case.
The claws of the creature dug deep into the skin of their shoulders, pulling forth the same ooze the pale vampire witnessed beneath the deck of The Desmodus. From the collarbones it sprung and formed itself into a ring of feathers, then dripped down the length of the figure's body and created robes. As this transformation occurred, they approached Valentine, arms now outstretched, tipped in wicked, golden claws.
It spoke, voice hoarse and low.
"Where. The fuck. Am I?"
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Valentine Donnadieu
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: Appears somewhere around his 20's.
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Appearance: Valentine's wavy hair is shoulder length, with the back usually up in a small ponytail. His soft features often cause others to mistake him for a girl, but he has never taken offense to it. His eyes are a piercing red, beautifully complimented by his pale features and dusty pink hair. If the light plays just right, it can even appear white or blonde. He's always seen with red, dangling earrings, but his clothes change often. Expect him to be adorned in something ruffled, corseted, and/or fancy.
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Equipment: Coin purse with a few gold stashed inside, sacrificial knife, poison-tipped dagger strapped to his thigh, 3 vials filled with blood, and a paint supply kit.
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Skills and Abilities: Vampiric senses and speed: While not a blur of motion, Valentine finds that both his speed and senses are bordering on the inhuman. Unfortunately, his physical strength is laughable and he could easily be overpowered by an average person.
Necromancy: A magic he found himself proficient in after his turning. Raising the dead as ghouls or skeletons proves useful, but not when the isles make such a thing nearly impossible. Fortunately, Valentine has one ability that has somehow survived the isles. His "Vampiric Touch" as he likes to call it allows him to suck the life out of another if he grips them skin to skin. The process is painfully slow and requires several minutes to kill a target, but it doesn't take too-too long to weaken his opponent with it. With what he steals, he rejuvenates himself.
Blood Arts: His blood has been specially infused to be of great benefit to any and all vampires around him. There have been even times that he has granted those who take from him a great boon. One that entirely depends on the individual who took it from him.
Simple weapon proficiency: He knows how to wield a dagger and other small weapons, but would not do very well with a longsword. Although he's decent with a rapier but hasn't had the time to master it.
Artistic skills: Valentine is capable of making beautiful works of art with paints, charcoal, clay, etc. But his specialty is realistic portraits and religious renditions. He is also able to create his own paints, charcoal, etc if he finds the right materials.
Wine master: Makes wonderful wines, especially blood wines with his secret ingredient.
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Biography: Valentine is a man who has always shown great artistic talent. Such great talent in fact, that a deal was made between his poor parents and a well-known artist that would take him off their hands when he was only 10 years old. The artist fed him, housed him, and trained him in the arts, but in exchange he had to assist his teacher by making and creating all his paints/supplies for him. To further his own talent, he was allowed to copy his teacher's works on his own time. All was well for a few months, but his teacher quickly noticed that Valentine was not like any other pupil he had. For Valentine was entirely color blind.(Achromatopsia) His world of greys had the artist in a rage, assuming he'd gotten a bad deal since Valentine was "defective". After all, how was he to help him with his religious works for his commissions in the future if he could not see the exact color his teacher had used? But Valentine proved him wrong. He'd excelled, pushed himself hard enough that he lived and breathed art. It was no surprise that he surpassed his teacher by 16 and was given commissions of his own from the church. But he had an entirely different passion he wished to dedicate his skills to. Portraits. His own, others, anyone he deemed beautiful he desperately wished to paint, to sculpt. At 20 years of age, he finally found them. His muse. They were a beautiful man, but an odd one. Meeting in the dead of night for each session called to Valentine. Just painting his client went to painting his muse, to falling in love. A happily ever after...If only. That fantasy shattered when he discovered his muse was a creature of the night. A damned demon that the church had warned him of. A vampire. But Valentine "saw past all that" and saw "the real him". His love, his muse promised him many things. Such beautiful things that he was lulled into him. He fell from grace and was drawn into the life of permanent night. Now with his "muse" casting him aside as just another piece of his collection he finds himself deeply regretting ever meeting him...And now, all he can think about is escaping him.
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Post by Valentine Donnadieu on Oct 8, 2022 12:54:07 GMT -5
Ba-dump...
The wail froze him. The growl terrorized him. The unholy sounds jolted his senses, vibrating in his skull and forcing his hands to cover his ears from the intensity of it all. They caused his legs to shake as the urge to run surfaced, yet they stayed planted. Running from predators had always stroked their need to chase from his experience, and the results were always worse than if he had just stayed to get it over with. He lowered his hands to his sides and shut his eyes. His curiosity and fear demanded he turn, to look at what could possibly be coming from the once-friendly ship. By the time he once again opened his eyes, he'd turned in time to see that hideous black ooze form its gruesome mouth in its wild shrieking. The sight brought a strangled laugh from him as he only had one thought. There was never a day in his life he could catch a break. Not. A single. One. It wasn't until the creature fell into the waves that Valentine finally took his first stumbling steps back. Sand bunched about his heels, unseen rocks tripping him as he fell back. Hands outstretched behind to catch him as he now sat on the beach. His shoes kicked the sand as he crawled back from the fast-approaching monstrosity, and yet he knew that this thing would catch him in a matter of moments. He didn't have enough time to stand, let alone run. Ba-DUMP...Valentine clutched his chest as the creature drew closer and closer, his face scrunching in pain as he felt something that multiplied his terror all the more. BA-DUMP, BA-DUMP, BA-DUMP
Air forced its way out of his lungs from the powerful, frantic beats of a once-dead heart. His skin prickled with awareness as a deep, bone-chilling sense of cold enveloped him. His body shook and shivered so hard that his teeth clattered. Yet ghostly white cheeks filled with soft color as he saw the being make it to the shore, it taking form and escalating his terror more than anything its monstrous form could create. No, no, no, no...BA-DUMPBA-DUMPBA-DUMP
His body ached as it felt like shards of ice shredded through his veins, his blood was once again flowing. He could only grit his teeth and steel his body, forcing his shaking to dim. His years of experience with this damned sensation was the only reason he could steel himself in time to see those eyes look upon him. Somewhere in the back of his pained mind, he wondered what color they could be. He could tell they were vibrant, and yet to him they would always look a form of grey. If she didn't kill him here, he'd like to ask her one day. Focus returned to him as Valentine's eyes frantically looked about the creat-- no, the person that had formed before him. Beautiful, intimidating, and terrifying. It was only then that he truly allowed himself to believe what manner of creature she was. That his first person to meet on this mysterious land was a creature he despised most in the entire world. She was a damned vampire. Maybe it was the rush of blood in his ears and head, but at her question, he could only let out a laugh, "Where the fuck are you? I don't even know where the fuck I am!"
He rolled his head to the side, the headache he was forming dampening his terror as he kept eye contact with her, "I don't know the ship that saved me from the sea, nor do I know you, who so brutally ripped yourself from it. All I know is that said ship dropped me off here and that there is smoke further into this blasted land."
Valentine took a breath as he felt himself relaxing, the pain finally dampening as he became used to his blood flowing throughout him, "So... terrifiante madame, on the off chance you aren't looking to rip me apart just for the joy of being able to do so. I propose introductions and that the both of us figure out where the fuck we are."
Adjusting his position, his head briefly swimming from the movement, he brushed his hand off of any sand and offered it to her, "Valentine Donnadieu, the artist, necromancer, and vampire seemingly at your mercy this fine night."
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Maha Correa
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Appearance: Though not as tall and imposing as the Correa Matriarch, Maha carries her own flavor of fearsomeness and respect. Long legs and a wiry frame gives ample attention to her lean muscles. More often than not, she’s seen in black garments decorated with bones, feathers, and gold. Her hair is long and wound in braids tightened against her scalp. Her teeth are long and bright, and her eyes are brown, and on occasion, red.
Equipment: A long oak pipe, cracks filled with green resin and inscribed with blue ink, is Maha’s only weapon.
Skills and Abilities: As a necromancer, Maha can breathe life into the dead using the smoke from her pipe. The items used to do this were already hard to obtain; harder now that she doesn’t recognize any of the herbs on the isle.
Like all Correa vampires, Maha has increased physical capabilities at night, but is sickly and weaker than the average human in the presence of sunlight. If she comes in direct contact with sunlight, it will burn her to a crisp.
Otherwise, she is able to shapeshift into the Correa dog, also called the dip. Though its size varies, the form stays the same from one member to the next, excluding Maribel’s. Having made a deal with the curse, Maha has also negotiated a second form: a long-crested eagle, much larger than the normal, able to grab and lift human children from the ground.
Registered: Aug 2, 2022 20:01:30 GMT -5
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Post by Maha Correa on Oct 13, 2022 20:57:57 GMT -5
Those golden eyes bled scarlet for a moment as they preyed upon Valentine. It wasn't until he spoke that the hunger in them gave way to a mind. The red oozed away, leaving the gold behind. The figure reached down, at first taking the boy's hand gently. Those golden claws smoothed against his skin, the points pressing down, but never piercing. Then, suddenly, they had a vice grip on his wrist and were wrenching him up, stopping only when his nose was a hair's width away from the vampire's. Fingers cupped his chin tightly and turned his head this way, then that, scrutinizing all the while. Finally, with a huff, he was released.
"Maha," said the woman, reaching up into her braids. With a nail, she cut it at the base, then flicked it through the air. In a fever dream of an instant, the braid went up in smoke and straightened, becoming a thin pipe with a round base, carved out of ivory to resemble a catfish with whiskers. "Also a necromancer. Correa family. The boat-" She blew a stream of smoke in its direction, "-is The Desmodus."
Her eyes scanned the sky, catching the dark, bellowing stack against the sky in the distance.
"Boy. Why is it you smell this way?" she asked, almost as though she was insulted. She cocked her head to the side, giving him a sneer. "If I had not eaten the blood of ten sailors, you would be dead on your feet."
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Valentine Donnadieu
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: Appears somewhere around his 20's.
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Appearance: Valentine's wavy hair is shoulder length, with the back usually up in a small ponytail. His soft features often cause others to mistake him for a girl, but he has never taken offense to it. His eyes are a piercing red, beautifully complimented by his pale features and dusty pink hair. If the light plays just right, it can even appear white or blonde. He's always seen with red, dangling earrings, but his clothes change often. Expect him to be adorned in something ruffled, corseted, and/or fancy.
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Equipment: Coin purse with a few gold stashed inside, sacrificial knife, poison-tipped dagger strapped to his thigh, 3 vials filled with blood, and a paint supply kit.
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Skills and Abilities: Vampiric senses and speed: While not a blur of motion, Valentine finds that both his speed and senses are bordering on the inhuman. Unfortunately, his physical strength is laughable and he could easily be overpowered by an average person.
Necromancy: A magic he found himself proficient in after his turning. Raising the dead as ghouls or skeletons proves useful, but not when the isles make such a thing nearly impossible. Fortunately, Valentine has one ability that has somehow survived the isles. His "Vampiric Touch" as he likes to call it allows him to suck the life out of another if he grips them skin to skin. The process is painfully slow and requires several minutes to kill a target, but it doesn't take too-too long to weaken his opponent with it. With what he steals, he rejuvenates himself.
Blood Arts: His blood has been specially infused to be of great benefit to any and all vampires around him. There have been even times that he has granted those who take from him a great boon. One that entirely depends on the individual who took it from him.
Simple weapon proficiency: He knows how to wield a dagger and other small weapons, but would not do very well with a longsword. Although he's decent with a rapier but hasn't had the time to master it.
Artistic skills: Valentine is capable of making beautiful works of art with paints, charcoal, clay, etc. But his specialty is realistic portraits and religious renditions. He is also able to create his own paints, charcoal, etc if he finds the right materials.
Wine master: Makes wonderful wines, especially blood wines with his secret ingredient.
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Biography: Valentine is a man who has always shown great artistic talent. Such great talent in fact, that a deal was made between his poor parents and a well-known artist that would take him off their hands when he was only 10 years old. The artist fed him, housed him, and trained him in the arts, but in exchange he had to assist his teacher by making and creating all his paints/supplies for him. To further his own talent, he was allowed to copy his teacher's works on his own time. All was well for a few months, but his teacher quickly noticed that Valentine was not like any other pupil he had. For Valentine was entirely color blind.(Achromatopsia) His world of greys had the artist in a rage, assuming he'd gotten a bad deal since Valentine was "defective". After all, how was he to help him with his religious works for his commissions in the future if he could not see the exact color his teacher had used? But Valentine proved him wrong. He'd excelled, pushed himself hard enough that he lived and breathed art. It was no surprise that he surpassed his teacher by 16 and was given commissions of his own from the church. But he had an entirely different passion he wished to dedicate his skills to. Portraits. His own, others, anyone he deemed beautiful he desperately wished to paint, to sculpt. At 20 years of age, he finally found them. His muse. They were a beautiful man, but an odd one. Meeting in the dead of night for each session called to Valentine. Just painting his client went to painting his muse, to falling in love. A happily ever after...If only. That fantasy shattered when he discovered his muse was a creature of the night. A damned demon that the church had warned him of. A vampire. But Valentine "saw past all that" and saw "the real him". His love, his muse promised him many things. Such beautiful things that he was lulled into him. He fell from grace and was drawn into the life of permanent night. Now with his "muse" casting him aside as just another piece of his collection he finds himself deeply regretting ever meeting him...And now, all he can think about is escaping him.
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Post by Valentine Donnadieu on Oct 24, 2022 6:19:12 GMT -5
Goosebumps erupted across his arms, the feel of those claws gliding on him so slow and gentle…It made his skin crawl. By the time his wrist was snatched, it had been a relief. The claws easily wrapped around his thin wrist, enclosing him fully. Irritation bubbled underneath his skin, the urge to yank himself back present, but ignored. When his face was grabbed, he had to bite his cheek to keep from snarling at her. Oh, of course, you can dehumanize me like this stranger! Why would I ever stick up for myself? For self-preservation?... Putain de lâche.
Valentine forced his expression neutral, almost bored as disgust made itself present for the both of them. When dropped, he landed on his feet and took to righting his clothes and brushing the sand from himself. A fruitless effort, but one that would allow him to subtly scrape away the feeling of her claws on him. Behind his long, pale lashes his own scarlet eyes observed her. From the pipe trick to her brash introduction of herself and affiliations, he only found more reasons to become wary of the inhabitants of this island. It wasn’t until she asked her question that he let an almost humored smile appear, “Ah, I should have been more specific. I am what my kind call the menteur de la mort. But it would be more apt to call me some form of dhampir in this language. I’m alive enough to want a bite of, and dead enough to tempt the senses.”
He huffed and placed his hands on his hips, striking a feminine pose as he continued, “Fortunately for me, that also means I’m not that nutritious. Tends to disagree with our kind’s tastes. A few sips and they have to stop to dry heave.”
With a lift of his head, he’d glance to the boat- no, the Desmodus, only to return to her, “You said the Correa family? Did your family come with you on the Desmodus?” And if so, is that smoke the exact place I should be avoiding?
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Maha Correa
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Appearance: Though not as tall and imposing as the Correa Matriarch, Maha carries her own flavor of fearsomeness and respect. Long legs and a wiry frame gives ample attention to her lean muscles. More often than not, she’s seen in black garments decorated with bones, feathers, and gold. Her hair is long and wound in braids tightened against her scalp. Her teeth are long and bright, and her eyes are brown, and on occasion, red.
Equipment: A long oak pipe, cracks filled with green resin and inscribed with blue ink, is Maha’s only weapon.
Skills and Abilities: As a necromancer, Maha can breathe life into the dead using the smoke from her pipe. The items used to do this were already hard to obtain; harder now that she doesn’t recognize any of the herbs on the isle.
Like all Correa vampires, Maha has increased physical capabilities at night, but is sickly and weaker than the average human in the presence of sunlight. If she comes in direct contact with sunlight, it will burn her to a crisp.
Otherwise, she is able to shapeshift into the Correa dog, also called the dip. Though its size varies, the form stays the same from one member to the next, excluding Maribel’s. Having made a deal with the curse, Maha has also negotiated a second form: a long-crested eagle, much larger than the normal, able to grab and lift human children from the ground.
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Post by Maha Correa on Nov 11, 2022 17:18:32 GMT -5
"Another fucking dhampir." Maha sucked her teeth at Valentine. Looking him up and down again, she could see the resemblance he had to her "nephew;" light hair, thin frame, feminine. Flashy. Frivolous. Eugh. They even had that same mouth, the one that talked too much and made a million excuses. What happened to the days when people were succinct and to the point?
Holding up one hand, Maha attempted to silence the other vampire with an outstretched palm. "I do not seek to bite, boy. I only want to figure out what to do from here." The dark necromancer's gaze latched onto the smokestack once more. "We traveled together, but that-" She gestured to the pillar with her pipe, "-is not my family. If they made a fire, it would not signal the entire country from miles away." She looked back to The Desmodus once more. "But there is something important there, otherwise the ship would not have deposited us."
It took only a second's deliberation more before Maha began to walk into the woods.
"Come, child. Unless you wish to brave this world alone smelling like you do."
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Valentine Donnadieu
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: Appears somewhere around his 20's.
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Appearance: Valentine's wavy hair is shoulder length, with the back usually up in a small ponytail. His soft features often cause others to mistake him for a girl, but he has never taken offense to it. His eyes are a piercing red, beautifully complimented by his pale features and dusty pink hair. If the light plays just right, it can even appear white or blonde. He's always seen with red, dangling earrings, but his clothes change often. Expect him to be adorned in something ruffled, corseted, and/or fancy.
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Equipment: Coin purse with a few gold stashed inside, sacrificial knife, poison-tipped dagger strapped to his thigh, 3 vials filled with blood, and a paint supply kit.
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Skills and Abilities: Vampiric senses and speed: While not a blur of motion, Valentine finds that both his speed and senses are bordering on the inhuman. Unfortunately, his physical strength is laughable and he could easily be overpowered by an average person.
Necromancy: A magic he found himself proficient in after his turning. Raising the dead as ghouls or skeletons proves useful, but not when the isles make such a thing nearly impossible. Fortunately, Valentine has one ability that has somehow survived the isles. His "Vampiric Touch" as he likes to call it allows him to suck the life out of another if he grips them skin to skin. The process is painfully slow and requires several minutes to kill a target, but it doesn't take too-too long to weaken his opponent with it. With what he steals, he rejuvenates himself.
Blood Arts: His blood has been specially infused to be of great benefit to any and all vampires around him. There have been even times that he has granted those who take from him a great boon. One that entirely depends on the individual who took it from him.
Simple weapon proficiency: He knows how to wield a dagger and other small weapons, but would not do very well with a longsword. Although he's decent with a rapier but hasn't had the time to master it.
Artistic skills: Valentine is capable of making beautiful works of art with paints, charcoal, clay, etc. But his specialty is realistic portraits and religious renditions. He is also able to create his own paints, charcoal, etc if he finds the right materials.
Wine master: Makes wonderful wines, especially blood wines with his secret ingredient.
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Biography: Valentine is a man who has always shown great artistic talent. Such great talent in fact, that a deal was made between his poor parents and a well-known artist that would take him off their hands when he was only 10 years old. The artist fed him, housed him, and trained him in the arts, but in exchange he had to assist his teacher by making and creating all his paints/supplies for him. To further his own talent, he was allowed to copy his teacher's works on his own time. All was well for a few months, but his teacher quickly noticed that Valentine was not like any other pupil he had. For Valentine was entirely color blind.(Achromatopsia) His world of greys had the artist in a rage, assuming he'd gotten a bad deal since Valentine was "defective". After all, how was he to help him with his religious works for his commissions in the future if he could not see the exact color his teacher had used? But Valentine proved him wrong. He'd excelled, pushed himself hard enough that he lived and breathed art. It was no surprise that he surpassed his teacher by 16 and was given commissions of his own from the church. But he had an entirely different passion he wished to dedicate his skills to. Portraits. His own, others, anyone he deemed beautiful he desperately wished to paint, to sculpt. At 20 years of age, he finally found them. His muse. They were a beautiful man, but an odd one. Meeting in the dead of night for each session called to Valentine. Just painting his client went to painting his muse, to falling in love. A happily ever after...If only. That fantasy shattered when he discovered his muse was a creature of the night. A damned demon that the church had warned him of. A vampire. But Valentine "saw past all that" and saw "the real him". His love, his muse promised him many things. Such beautiful things that he was lulled into him. He fell from grace and was drawn into the life of permanent night. Now with his "muse" casting him aside as just another piece of his collection he finds himself deeply regretting ever meeting him...And now, all he can think about is escaping him.
Registered: Dec 2, 2021 19:36:55 GMT -5
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Post by Valentine Donnadieu on Dec 2, 2022 17:44:45 GMT -5
The second best type of vampire is, and always will be, a disinterested one. To have her exasperation of him was only a bonus to lowering himself from her radar. It felt like the most satisfying win, and when the motion to silence him came, he almost couldn't hold back his smile. Instead, he hid the delight in a pout, one he felt would align with her distaste for him. And yet, a new problem arose. "Another" of his "kind" was known to her, one who was possibly even in her "family". This made his lie a fragile one in the face of first-hand knowledge and simply stating he was a different type could only go so far. Not that he had ever planned to stay long enough to earn her suspicion. But as she turned and offered him to follow, he trotted after like a loyal dog all the same.
" Alone? Me? Now that would truly be a stupid decision.” He brushed a stray hair behind his ear as he glanced back to the Desmodus. After a moment, he raised his hand to give them a wave, the bittersweet feeling surprising him as he gave them his silent goodbye. Turning back to Maha, he continued following after... The poor woman couldn’t even get an entire minute of silence before he piped up once more.
“So tell me, was the Desmodus named after the vampire bat?”
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Eliza Winterlight
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Appearance: Eliza is a striking woman of taller than average height. She owns a plethora of extravagant outfits, many of which she was able to take with her to the Mists before the flood, as well as a more practical set of survivalist's vestments.
She has long, wavy black hair, and eyes the color of a lantern's glow.
Equipment: Elizabeth carries little with her, relying on her magic to solve most problems. She does, however, have many items hidden amongst her outfits, including daggers and poisons.
Skills and Abilities: Elizabeth is a fearsome sorcerer, though not many have witnessed her ability first-hand. Unlike her brother, she does not often flaunt her power, preferring to keep others in the dark about her capabilities. She is a skilled manipulator, negotiator, and a known socialite, having taken on many of the diplomatic responsibilities of the Winterlight Estate.
She is learned in many studies typical of Komali nobility, and is highly intelligent, despite her frivolous nature.
Allegiances: The Winterlight Estate
Registered: Oct 17, 2021 21:21:25 GMT -5
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Post by Eliza Winterlight on Dec 15, 2022 23:56:51 GMT -5
"The very same, child."
From up on a nearby ridge ridge, a woman stood above the two, adorned in riding clothes the color of deepest emerald, and jewelry of finest silver. Carefully, the woman stepped down the ridge, making a point to keep her shoulders level and her body upright as she descended. It was an impressive feat, not that the woman expected either of these deviant souls to take notice.
Hah. Souls. If Volkh's sense of smell was to be believed, the woman bet that there wasn't more than one soul between the three of them.
"Desmodus rotundus, to be precise. If memory serves, the name itself is tribute to the animal's engorged belly. Gallons and gallons of blood, locked away - keeps the sunlight from making a mess of one's... shall we say, complexion?" The woman smiled, cheeks turning up at the corner of knowing eyes.
She chuckled to herself, acutely aware of her own brazenness. It was not so easy to keep oneself from playing with their food, she supposed.
"But it seems I've gotten ahead of myself, yet again." The woman bowed, forming a perfect right angle at the waist. "I am Eliza Winterlight, Exemplar of the Winterlight Estate. The two of you have found yourselves within the confines of the Estate's reach. Answer quickly, now - be you friend, or foe?"
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Maha Correa
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Appearance: Though not as tall and imposing as the Correa Matriarch, Maha carries her own flavor of fearsomeness and respect. Long legs and a wiry frame gives ample attention to her lean muscles. More often than not, she’s seen in black garments decorated with bones, feathers, and gold. Her hair is long and wound in braids tightened against her scalp. Her teeth are long and bright, and her eyes are brown, and on occasion, red.
Equipment: A long oak pipe, cracks filled with green resin and inscribed with blue ink, is Maha’s only weapon.
Skills and Abilities: As a necromancer, Maha can breathe life into the dead using the smoke from her pipe. The items used to do this were already hard to obtain; harder now that she doesn’t recognize any of the herbs on the isle.
Like all Correa vampires, Maha has increased physical capabilities at night, but is sickly and weaker than the average human in the presence of sunlight. If she comes in direct contact with sunlight, it will burn her to a crisp.
Otherwise, she is able to shapeshift into the Correa dog, also called the dip. Though its size varies, the form stays the same from one member to the next, excluding Maribel’s. Having made a deal with the curse, Maha has also negotiated a second form: a long-crested eagle, much larger than the normal, able to grab and lift human children from the ground.
Registered: Aug 2, 2022 20:01:30 GMT -5
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Post by Maha Correa on Jan 20, 2023 1:51:51 GMT -5
Even though Maha knew the woman was approaching them, it still made her eye twitch when she answered in the necromancer's place. She crossed her arms, letting her pipe hang from her teeth, visible beneath a sneer. "How knowledgeable of you. I do not assume that you are a bat enthusiast, however." The vampire's sized this newcomer up, simultaneously listening to the discord in her veins. This one wasn't just a mess: she was dangerous. On top of all that-
"I imagine friend, as it seems someone of my house has already sought your companionship." It was a flat statement with a thread of vitriol sewn in. No part of Maha's expression read that this amused her. She glanced over at Valentine, shooting him a look that said "Do not piss off this one with your smart mouth."
"Maha Correa. You recognize the name, yes?"
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Valentine Donnadieu
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: Appears somewhere around his 20's.
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Appearance: Valentine's wavy hair is shoulder length, with the back usually up in a small ponytail. His soft features often cause others to mistake him for a girl, but he has never taken offense to it. His eyes are a piercing red, beautifully complimented by his pale features and dusty pink hair. If the light plays just right, it can even appear white or blonde. He's always seen with red, dangling earrings, but his clothes change often. Expect him to be adorned in something ruffled, corseted, and/or fancy.
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Equipment: Coin purse with a few gold stashed inside, sacrificial knife, poison-tipped dagger strapped to his thigh, 3 vials filled with blood, and a paint supply kit.
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Skills and Abilities: Vampiric senses and speed: While not a blur of motion, Valentine finds that both his speed and senses are bordering on the inhuman. Unfortunately, his physical strength is laughable and he could easily be overpowered by an average person.
Necromancy: A magic he found himself proficient in after his turning. Raising the dead as ghouls or skeletons proves useful, but not when the isles make such a thing nearly impossible. Fortunately, Valentine has one ability that has somehow survived the isles. His "Vampiric Touch" as he likes to call it allows him to suck the life out of another if he grips them skin to skin. The process is painfully slow and requires several minutes to kill a target, but it doesn't take too-too long to weaken his opponent with it. With what he steals, he rejuvenates himself.
Blood Arts: His blood has been specially infused to be of great benefit to any and all vampires around him. There have been even times that he has granted those who take from him a great boon. One that entirely depends on the individual who took it from him.
Simple weapon proficiency: He knows how to wield a dagger and other small weapons, but would not do very well with a longsword. Although he's decent with a rapier but hasn't had the time to master it.
Artistic skills: Valentine is capable of making beautiful works of art with paints, charcoal, clay, etc. But his specialty is realistic portraits and religious renditions. He is also able to create his own paints, charcoal, etc if he finds the right materials.
Wine master: Makes wonderful wines, especially blood wines with his secret ingredient.
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Biography: Valentine is a man who has always shown great artistic talent. Such great talent in fact, that a deal was made between his poor parents and a well-known artist that would take him off their hands when he was only 10 years old. The artist fed him, housed him, and trained him in the arts, but in exchange he had to assist his teacher by making and creating all his paints/supplies for him. To further his own talent, he was allowed to copy his teacher's works on his own time. All was well for a few months, but his teacher quickly noticed that Valentine was not like any other pupil he had. For Valentine was entirely color blind.(Achromatopsia) His world of greys had the artist in a rage, assuming he'd gotten a bad deal since Valentine was "defective". After all, how was he to help him with his religious works for his commissions in the future if he could not see the exact color his teacher had used? But Valentine proved him wrong. He'd excelled, pushed himself hard enough that he lived and breathed art. It was no surprise that he surpassed his teacher by 16 and was given commissions of his own from the church. But he had an entirely different passion he wished to dedicate his skills to. Portraits. His own, others, anyone he deemed beautiful he desperately wished to paint, to sculpt. At 20 years of age, he finally found them. His muse. They were a beautiful man, but an odd one. Meeting in the dead of night for each session called to Valentine. Just painting his client went to painting his muse, to falling in love. A happily ever after...If only. That fantasy shattered when he discovered his muse was a creature of the night. A damned demon that the church had warned him of. A vampire. But Valentine "saw past all that" and saw "the real him". His love, his muse promised him many things. Such beautiful things that he was lulled into him. He fell from grace and was drawn into the life of permanent night. Now with his "muse" casting him aside as just another piece of his collection he finds himself deeply regretting ever meeting him...And now, all he can think about is escaping him.
Registered: Dec 2, 2021 19:36:55 GMT -5
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Post by Valentine Donnadieu on Aug 7, 2023 22:57:26 GMT -5
Surprise gives way to buzzing irritation as his new…companion, has already decided to take charge of the situation. Even going as far as to give him a warning look. He grinds his teeth together from the feeling, but his features remain surprised as he takes in their new guest. Oh, wonderful, the absolute monster of a woman is warning me against another, possibly equally, threatening individual. Perhaps I'll meet a third, even bigger, threat in the next 30 minutes. Pourquoi pas putain?
Eliza’s introduction eases his frustration, his muscles responding reflexively to this kind of greeting before his mind can run away from him. One foot elegantly moves behind the other, hands on the sides of his long skirt. His head bows, bangs spilling across his cheeks. Knees giving a slow, drawn-out bend. The curtsey is perfect, performed with the highest amount of respect as if it were only natural to give. “Valentine Donnadieu, seemingly now former royal painter and court necromancer of the Anneau de promesses.”
His head lifts as he straightens, hand over his still painfully beating heart, “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Eliza Winterlight, Exemplar of the Winterlight Estate.”
Valentine's eyes slide to Maha, “And as she states-”
Only to return to Eliza's gaze, “We are friend over foe.”
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Eliza Winterlight
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Appearance: Eliza is a striking woman of taller than average height. She owns a plethora of extravagant outfits, many of which she was able to take with her to the Mists before the flood, as well as a more practical set of survivalist's vestments.
She has long, wavy black hair, and eyes the color of a lantern's glow.
Equipment: Elizabeth carries little with her, relying on her magic to solve most problems. She does, however, have many items hidden amongst her outfits, including daggers and poisons.
Skills and Abilities: Elizabeth is a fearsome sorcerer, though not many have witnessed her ability first-hand. Unlike her brother, she does not often flaunt her power, preferring to keep others in the dark about her capabilities. She is a skilled manipulator, negotiator, and a known socialite, having taken on many of the diplomatic responsibilities of the Winterlight Estate.
She is learned in many studies typical of Komali nobility, and is highly intelligent, despite her frivolous nature.
Allegiances: The Winterlight Estate
Registered: Oct 17, 2021 21:21:25 GMT -5
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Post by Eliza Winterlight on Sept 10, 2023 1:10:21 GMT -5
Eliza offered a single dry chuckle at the woman, before instead turning the entirety of her attention towards Valentine.
She had of course taken note of the tension between this unusual pair. The woman was obviously the party in charge of whatever unhealthy arrangement the two of them shared - that withering glare alone was indicative of that much. Of the nature of said arrangement, she could not yet be sure. And was that… resentment? There, in the boy’s eyes? Oh but it was! What a positively delectable cocktail of volatility these two made for. And it wasn’t even her birthday.
She saw the strings clearly now. All that was left was to pull.
“Would that all first impressions be so refreshingly forward.” If Valentine allowed, Eliza would approach, politely taking his hand in hers to dismiss him from the bow. “A pleasure to meet you, ser Donnadieu. It would seem that at least one of you knows how to make a proper introduction after all. And a painter, you say? Beautiful and talented.”
Eliza smiled warmly, going so far as to give Valentine a coy wink. “Regrettably, I cannot claim that your… family? Estate? The name Anneau de Promesses is not a familiar one to me. Of course if you are any indication, darling, I can only assume good things.”
Obviously, the boy’s artistic talent was not as half as interesting to Eliza as was the mention of necromancy. If her estimation was correct, however, Valentine was all too familiar with being used as a tool. Necromancy was probably the only thing that anyone ever wanted to know about the poor wretch. Better to endear herself to the boy first - such would prove useful in the event that she found reason to pry his leash away from his current master.
Ah, yes - her. She supposed she should bother responding to the vampire as well. Eliza turned her attention back to Maha - an afterthought. She mulled over her response, considering the potential of leading her further from her Alvaro's trail, but decided against it. No sense in deception if this woman had already picked up her pet's scent.
“Indeed I do. I’m certain you’ll be relieved to hear that dear Alvaro is... (she had truly almost said ‘alive and well’ - how quaint) ...safe and sound. My family has offered him all the hospitality we can afford in this strange land. Would that we could have first met in the old world - I would have loved nothing more than to have shown him the height of my family’s luxury."
“I do hope you excuse the initial unpleasantries. A necessity, I'm afraid. This place has done scarce little to inspire trust in one’s fellow man.” Eliza looked them over, studying the wear of their apparel. “Have you both only just arrived here? I wasn’t aware the Mist was still depositing wayfaring strangers at our doorstep.”
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Maha Correa
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Appearance: Though not as tall and imposing as the Correa Matriarch, Maha carries her own flavor of fearsomeness and respect. Long legs and a wiry frame gives ample attention to her lean muscles. More often than not, she’s seen in black garments decorated with bones, feathers, and gold. Her hair is long and wound in braids tightened against her scalp. Her teeth are long and bright, and her eyes are brown, and on occasion, red.
Equipment: A long oak pipe, cracks filled with green resin and inscribed with blue ink, is Maha’s only weapon.
Skills and Abilities: As a necromancer, Maha can breathe life into the dead using the smoke from her pipe. The items used to do this were already hard to obtain; harder now that she doesn’t recognize any of the herbs on the isle.
Like all Correa vampires, Maha has increased physical capabilities at night, but is sickly and weaker than the average human in the presence of sunlight. If she comes in direct contact with sunlight, it will burn her to a crisp.
Otherwise, she is able to shapeshift into the Correa dog, also called the dip. Though its size varies, the form stays the same from one member to the next, excluding Maribel’s. Having made a deal with the curse, Maha has also negotiated a second form: a long-crested eagle, much larger than the normal, able to grab and lift human children from the ground.
Registered: Aug 2, 2022 20:01:30 GMT -5
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Post by Maha Correa on Sept 15, 2023 17:14:12 GMT -5
Maha chewed on her pipe. Eliza was very interested in Valentine, and perhaps the vampire knew why. Though the other woman did not stink of undeath, there was something... strange about her heartbeat. If she wasn't after the boy's sweet blood, then she certainly was fascinated by the way he sucked up. Maha sneered. She read between the lines that Eliza put down without strain. This was a common game in House Correa, and more often than not, Maha refused to play. Too bad that Eliza was itching for it so badly.
"-I would have loved nothing more than to have shown him the height of my family’s luxury."
"I am certain he did not protest," replied the dark necromancer. "Dogs do bow their heads to the hand that feeds them." The smoke from the pipe curled into the form of a snarling cur before it dispersed. Her eyes flickered over to Valentine, wondering if he had the same history as the aforementioned Alvaro. "I do hope to be reunited with my dear brother. It has been a long time. The ship arrived some time ago, but I vacated recently."
Eliza had to know she was a vampire by now. If she didn't, she was an idiot, and she didn't seem like she was more of an idiot than Valentine, who figured it out more swiftly than she'd have hoped.
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