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Post by Ireth Táralóm on Sept 8, 2005 2:24:23 GMT -5
"And what reason would you have not to stay within the lives of your grandchildren?" She gave a nod. "I know, anger is a very powerful tool. And what most fail to realize is the amount of power that comes forth when feeling it." She looked at him oddly. "I presume she is one of your daughters?" She thought for a moment, she had sensed her vaguely with her brother, and wondered now what would happen. "Yes, my youngest."
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Post by Arioch Marvolo on Sept 8, 2005 2:28:16 GMT -5
"If I continue on the road i am on, I worry for their safety. Ceresa's death is still to fresh inmy mind. I am bitter.." He nodded, "I know that all to well. I lived my life in anger before I fell." He looked out the doors and nodded again, "The youngest and msot like her mother. She does not anger easily, something is teribly wrong if she is angry."
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Post by Ireth Táralóm on Sept 8, 2005 2:35:41 GMT -5
"You may be bitter, Mellon. But there are events that cannot be changed, no matter how much we wish it. I lost my husband 2,100 years ago on this day, so if you loved her as much as I loved him, and believe you cannot remain with life without them, I ask you to re-think that." He was close now, very close. "I fear they have both crossed paths, which might explain they're anger. I sensed the anger of two almost at the same time, and I believer it to be..." She held onto her chest, and moved back, gripping her chest. The world around her was becoming blurry, and she was unable to focus. Then she felt it, all throughout her body. She felt the need to feed, she felt the need to become what she once was. And all she could do to explain it, was her brother's influence. Since he had turned, it in someway connected to her. She fell to her knees, reaching for her staff, but then found her entire body paralyzed, and hunched together on the floor. A dark energy coming over her. "No..." She had to stop it. She was fighting in vain. She had fought this for far longer than any could have imagined, and now, she would not be able to stop it. The energy around her merged with her body, and she slowly rose, her eyes black, and her fangs retracting.
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Post by Arioch Marvolo on Sept 8, 2005 2:41:28 GMT -5
"Only in time will I truly know if I can sustain myself without her. I have loved her for many a millenia. Keeping it secret until we finally could nto bear to pretend no longer." He listened to her then watched as she fell to the floor. He stepped towards her, "Are you alright?" He stood a few feet away from her and could sense the darkness enshrouding her. He watched as she stood and laughed bitterly, "I can not have a normal day can I." He stood in front of her not afraid at all, he narrowed his eyes and spoke, his voice loud and forceful, "You can become what i was and kill your own people. But I will not allow that, I may have taken the lives of your kind, but I respect them enough to not let death take them again. Fight your thirst, or feed off me."
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Post by Ireth Táralóm on Sept 8, 2005 2:46:34 GMT -5
She looked to him perplexed by his words. A creature that a few days ago wanted to die, would kill anything and everything for pure pleasure would speak in such a way. He was more intriguing than she could have thought. And bent forward, speaking to herself. "Eärnursëáto, what have you done..you fool...." She fought, she even yelled, trying to stop herself, but the thirst, was being egged on by her brother's anger, and unless he could be returned to normal, she would not be quenched, or so she thought. She stood straight again, eyeing Arioch, her eyes had changed to a deep crimson color. She saw him, and lust overtook her, lust for this creature. She moved forward, and sunk her fangs onto his neck, her arms coming around him to hold him in place as she drank from his blood.
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Post by Arioch Marvolo on Sept 8, 2005 2:52:26 GMT -5
He watched her silently, wondering what side would win out. He had no clue how an elven had the thirst of a Vampire, but the only right explanation was that she was no pure Elf. HE watched as the inevitable happend and the thirst over took her. He stood unwaivering as she came towards him. He did not flench when her fangs peirced his skin, He simply allowed his arms to come around her, holding her there till she had her fill. "Drink as you must, it will help."
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Post by Ireth Táralóm on Sept 8, 2005 2:56:06 GMT -5
She drunked greedily, tasting his flesh mixed with his sweet blood. It was almost intoxicating for her. She cursed herself for being so weak, and letting something she had overcome to thousands, even millions of years get the best of her. She drunk until she could no longer take anymore and pulled away completely from him. Her eyes returning to normal, even her aura. His blood must have had something to quench her. She looked to him, confused. "I am most sorry, Mellon.."
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Post by Arioch Marvolo on Sept 8, 2005 2:58:23 GMT -5
He just held her as she drank from him. IT could not effect him no more then Ceresa's death. Finally he felt her pull away and he released his grasp on her. He looked at her and shook his head, ''Do not be sorry. I had to do that, Ceresa would have wanted me to protect the lives of your people. Since I have already taken some."
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Post by Ireth Táralóm on Sept 8, 2005 22:57:02 GMT -5
"Thank you." She said humbly and graciously. She moved away from him, and moved towards her door, she had just sensed her brother enter within the Palace and wondered what would occur now. She moved from the door and hurried towards Arioch, walking past him as she went to her bureau and pulled out both her elven short swords, incase her brother became too much too handle. She swung them around as she always did, making sure she could still maneuver them as worthy as the members of the Royal Guard. Though it had been thousands of years since she brandished them, she was glad to see her ability was not lost. She moved them as gracefully and as skillfully as any soldier. She prepared herself, then heard her brother yell, as loudly and as clearly even for Arioch to hear and understand. It sounded something along the lines of, "Oh Dearest Elven Queen open your doors to exterminate those unworthy in your presence, sister." His tone full of malice.
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Post by Arioch Marvolo on Sept 10, 2005 22:50:19 GMT -5
He nodded to her and watched her closely. Making sure to not take his eyes off her in case she changed again. He watched as she ran past him and headed for the bureau. He watched her appreicatively as she handled the swords. She was graceful handeling the swords, like a dancer. He smiled then looked to the door when he heard the yell. HE shook his head and his eyes clouded over. He was ready for battle as his wings outstretched and he faced the door, "Let him come, I am prepared. But you must stay out of this. IT is me he wants not you." He looked at yher a moment, 'I will not let you risk your life for me."
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Post by Ireth Táralóm on Sept 10, 2005 23:30:03 GMT -5
She watched as the wings sprouted and looked at them in wonder. She had never seen them on a creature that resembled a human. Of course she knew of the existance of angels and fallens, but it was odd to see it for herself. She looked to him and shook her head. "I cannot promise that I wont, he is my brother and I do not wish for harm to come to him, just as I do not wish the same for you. I shall let you do as you must, but if I am forced to intervene I shall." She looked at him one final time then swung her arms as the doors opened. She moved over to where the doors of the garden lay, and she stood there, watching and waiting.
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Post by Arioch Marvolo on Sept 10, 2005 23:34:37 GMT -5
He looked at her and nodded, "If it can be avoided I promise to spare his life. But I can not promise you anything. Just be careful when you intervene. I do not wish to harm you." He smiled very slightly then watched the doors as they sprang open. He could sense Farinele drawing nearer and he wondered why she was here. He looked at Ireth then looked away and then spoke, "Arioch Marvolo."
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Post by Ireth Táralóm on Sept 10, 2005 23:38:42 GMT -5
"I am least worried for my life, Mellon." She smiled briefly, thinking the creature before hand was quite good-looking, but just scratched the thought from her mind. "Pleasre, Arioch Marvolo. Ireth Táralóm." And as she spoke the words she heard footsteps nearing and braced herself. "He is here."
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Post by Eärnursëáto Táralóm on Sept 10, 2005 23:41:55 GMT -5
He could smell the scent of the creature within his sister's room and wondered what was going through her mind when she brought him there. But at this point it didnt matter, he needed to pay for the lives he took, for the friends that had died. His eyes were a deep black, just as sister's eyes had been, except there were certain spots of red on it. His fangs retracted and snarled in anger. He made it to the door of Ireth's room and saw it was open. He entered upon it, and saw him there. His wings sprawled out, and all he could do was smile, because he knew a fight would occur. He did not say anything, but he pulled out his elven double swords and hurried towards him, maneuvering them with skill and ease.
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Post by Arioch Marvolo on Sept 10, 2005 23:45:30 GMT -5
He nodded, 'The pleasure is mine Ireth." He looked at the door and waited sensing the man coming closer. He could tell he was angry by his Aura and the pace of his steps. He braced himself as he entered and saw him in the same form his sister had taken. He nodded to him breifly and laughed coldly as he came closer. For a moment he jsut stood there, then he faded. He manuvered himself behind the man and took out his own swords, then faded back in. "You might want to rethink your anger."
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