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Amon’s Response



walking farther into the castle, His senses on high alert for intruders, He could smell her excitement. it was a mixture of her new surroundings, as well as her new tour guide. He smiled to Himself, knowing full well that, even though He was different, due to His parentage, He was still a fine specimen. any woman would be lucky to have Him choose her. brushing the thought from His mind, He turned to point out the main hall.



"This is where Targent calls for-" He cut mid-sentence as she stumbled into Him, apparently paying more attention to her surroundings. as she stumbled backwards and grabbed His arm, He felt her cool hand on His stone-like skin. her nails barely registered to Him as He grabbed her by the front of her shirt to keep her from falling anymore. His claw sliced one of the ties on the front, the shirt coming down a little more as a result. He raised an eyebrow, something between disappointment and amusement flashing across His face.



"if you are wanting to live here, then you are going to need to be more alert. W/we cannot allow any weak links. W/we must all be strong, for that is how W/we survive," He pulled her upright, a smile coming across His face. the sharp fangs that flashed would have terrified the most fearless human. "training will commence as soon as Targent and I discuss your role in O/our family. for now, let's continue the tour." He pointed to the room on the right, "that is the main meeting room. Targent calls for U/us, that's where you go."



He turned around, taking one last look at her body, and continued walking further into the castle. He turned a corner, and headed up some stairs. His feet were so big that He had to walk on the front of His feet, almost tiptoeing. at the top of the stairs, a hallway opened both right and left. He looked back, watching the small woman follow, His hair falling down across one eye, then turned left. He walked down until He reached a set of doors on either side. He opened the door on the right, motioning for her to walk inside. He moved in after, closing the door behind them. He indicated a the left side of the room, where a large selection of clothes hung. the room appeared to be a giant closet.



"pick some new clothes. none of U/us need to wear peasant clothes. go ahead and change into whatever you find comfortable."





Elayne’s Response



Quickly she lifted her shirt up as it slipped down a frown crossing her face as she watched the array of emotions flicker across His face. Her eyes lowering as she was admonished by this Man. Her thoughts turned to how she had survived and how little He or Aanyone here knew of how she had done exactly that. She pulled away slightly unimpressed by the display of His fangs or the lack of mark on His skin. He did not know her or who she was. she was stronger by far then He would ever guess. Thinking to herself thingyy son of a ….. looking up as He pointed to the room on the right. Nodding slowly at His words she fell silent as she always did when she felt that holding her tongue would be best at the moment. There would be more then ample opportunity for her to speak her mind if she chose to.



She watched Him look over her body again for this she was used to. A smile formed on her lips as she decided this Man was used to Eeveryone listening to Him. He had never met her. she was more confident in who she was then most. She accepted who she was, in fact, she embraced it. It ran through to her very core. Not many could accept this and she knew for her alone it had taken a good long while to do so.



Her eyes narrowed as she moved behind Him. watching Him walk up the steps. She saw Him glance back and she could not help but smile. He was so sure of Himself, yet she knew what He did not want others to know that deep inside there was something that was unsure. That one piece that was the crack that she had felt. He had yet to even notice the intrusion that happened and by hell if she was gonna tell Him.



She moved in front of Him, into the room. looking around it looked like a big…, startled she turned and saw that He had shut the door. Arching her brow at Him she turned and faced Him. then her eyes moved toward the huge display of clothes. Delight moved across her face and for a moment He was all but forgotten. She ran toward the clothes, her long hair flying behind her. her skirt licking at her legs at the movement. Her eyes gleamed in excitement and she was barely aware He was still there until He spoke.



Stopping in her tracks a wicked look over taking her she turned around, quickly fixing her face and smiled sweetly. “thank You Amon,” speaking His name for the first time, it coming off her tongue as almost a soft purrrrrrrr. Turning back she started to sort through the clothes her mind already on how to put this Man in His place. He thinks she will be bowing down begging to be with Him, shaking her head in anger. Mumbling softly almost appearing to be talking to herself about the clothes.



Her excitement getting the better of her as she got an idea in her head. Laughing softly she spied the perfect outfit. Taking the tight hot stretch pants, black stiletto heels, the sheer camisole top and a peasant blouse she turned and placed the clothes on a near by chair. she turned and looked Him in the eye with a smirk on her face. She bent over leaning at the waist, her top allowing for just a hint of her ample cleavage to show and undid the ties from her shoes. Slipping them off she wiggled her toes and laughed. Leaning back up she continued to watch Him as she slid the skirt down her hips. Arching a brow at Him almost daring Him before walking to the chair and grabbing the pants off the back where she had placed them. she sat down on the edge of the chair and slipped one foot into the black pants. Leaning down to pull the leg up until her toes were out. her long white hair falling in front of her face as she slipped the other foot through the pants leg. She looked almost surreal as the almost glow from her pale skin bounced off the deep black pants standing with her back toward Him she leaned once again at the waist and pulled the pants slowly up over her hips toward her waist. Once buttoned the pants appeared to hug every curve on her body. Bending her knees and leaning on her toes she tested the flexibility of these pants smiling and satisfied she turned and faced Him.



There was a glow about her as she moved with out a sound. Slipping the top off unembarrassed with her body she felt her nipples immediately harden by the cool air that seemed to caress her body. She reached for the camisole and slipped it on, then the peasant top. This one being a bit different as it had a much more pronounced v shape in the front of it showing off her cleavage. Sitting down on the chair she leaned over her body moving with pure sexual energy that was hard to miss. It poured from her as if it were what she was born with. She knew what she was doing as she slipped the black stilettos on her feet and stood up looking at Him. her eyes blazed with fire as she had her eyes look up and down Him, being obvious.



Licking her lush red lips knowing exactly at this moment how she looked, she laughed and narrowed her blazing amber eyes at Him. tying her long soft white hair in a knot allowing for a hint of exposed erotically teasing pale skin around her neck and shoulders while a patch of her hair still hung covering the right side of her face. Turning without saying a word, she moved like a cat, a sheer raw sexual temptress, she went to the door. Looking over her shoulder sneering at Him her words quiet but unmistakably dripping with sarcasm “peasant is a style not a station” and walks from the room to explore on her own.

Amon’s Response



His deep purple eyes watched her every move, a mixture of mild interest and a constant vigilance. as the second in command to His brother, Targent, it was His responsibility to make sure the castle was secure. His seven foot tall frame, large muscles bulging with every breath, completely overshadowed the small woman. He watched as she wiped the blood away, wondering how much of Him she could take. smiling inwardly, He brushed that thought from His mind. it wouldn't do for Amon to be distracted by a woman's body. His senses constantly on high alert, the fog giving Him reason to keep scanning with His hearing, even as He kept His eyes on the newly 'born'. her bright red lips blazed in the dark night, and His wings moved in a sudden gust of wind.

His arms unfolded as He listened to her speak. her sultry voice was quite delicate compared to His own deep gravelly voice. He smiled to Himself, her answer expected and pretty standard. He moved around her, studying her body, studying her movement. she had the grace and body of a trained...something. He wasn't sure what it was, but He guessed dancer. that would come in handy, as He was sure Targent would want her trained to fight. after coming full circle around her, He moves closer to her, standing now only a few inches away from her body, her scent flowing through His nose, His scent flowing towards her.

"elayne? My name is Amon, I am Lord Targent's younger brother, His second in command. if you have questions, I may be able to answer some of them. as for a place to stay, this castle is home to all our kind, including yourself. if you would follow Me, I can take you on a tour."

He turned around, not even bothering to wait for her response and walked towards the castle. His feet making small tremors with each step. He passed one statue in the garden, His hand absently playing across it. His claw scratched the thick stone like it was paper. He opened the door to the castle, stepping into the dark entrance and disappearing from sight.





Elayne’s Response



She calmed herself, her amber eyes looking Him over more closely. She held herself with her head held high, back straight and her legs apart slightly, although this was not readily evident due to the long skirt she wore. She was a speck next to His impressive height and build. Her eyes moving taking in the make up of His wing and then once again returning to look more closely at His claws.



Her hair moved softly around her face, almost gently caressing it as He moved His wings. A wrinkle in her brow forming as she wondered what made him different from her.



She watched Him as He moved closer to her. Her eyes automatically lowering as he moved around her, a soft shiver that was barely noticeable crossing her body at the sound of His voice and the feeling of His eyes on her. She cursed herself for her reaction. She wondered what and why He was looking her over so she lifted her eyes and thingyed her head to the left listening carefully as He looked her over. It struck her as funny and she laughed softly. The sounds of her laugh carrying softly through the air.



When he leaned in she was assaulted by His scent. It hit her hard and she inhaled deeply closing her eyes. She was to close to Him and she was unable to stop the way she took in someone. He was holding Himself so tight, yet there was a crack that she saw that held something; vulnerable? Hesitation?, her mind swirling trying to pin point what it was. Yet with her senses so heightened she was ill prepared to handle how herself.



Her eyes flew open at the sound of His voice for she had been caught up in Him. Thinking good lord if they are all like Him she would have to really work on keeping them all at bay. Especially this Man, since He was the first one she had met combined with her own mental state as well as what ever was going on with Him it had allowed her to feel Him easily.



She watched his body turn and move toward the castle started by the sudden movement. Her eyes widening with a smile, thanking the stars He had first not noticed her reaction or chose not to and second he could not see her face as she watched what His claw did to the stone. Unable to help the full blown shiver that caught her she shook her head and moved quickly to catch up to Him. Her face flush, the red hue appearing in stark contrast against her pale skin. Her amber eyes glowed in a far different manner, although she was unaware of this fact.



Quietly following behind Him she made no sound as she walked. She was torn between how His body moved and the wonders around her as she entered the castle. Curiosity getting the better of her she started to look round. Her face full of questions. She seemed to have a soft glow around her. She turned around as she moved. The fabric of her skirt hugging her hips as the bottom moved almost lapping at her pale ankles. The ties from her shoes blending in softly to her skin leaving what appeared to be faint marks once in the castle, where the light cast is own shadows. The cream color peasant top had shifted as she had moved, down her shoulder. Creating a raw sexual look as her ample cleavage was starting to show.



Yet she was completely unaware of any of this as she moved around not even realizing He had stopped. Evidently He had turned and had been getting ready to or already speaking to her when she walked right into the lower part of His chest. She felt the hard muscles as she bounced off of Him, literally, that she cried out in surprise. Her hand grabbing at something to prevent her from falling. Catching His arm her long bright red nails digging in to Him as she steadied herself.



Standing looking at Him completely embarrassed she blushed, the red crossing over her cheeks like the fiery passion of the setting sun and quickly removed her hand. Quietly she bit her lip as she lowered her eyes, mumbling a soft apology, she peeked up at Him to see His reaction.

Amon’s Response (her role play partner in this)



His luminescent eyes stared out at the dark sky. His skin, looking burnt as if hell itself had colored it, was a dark obsidian. His claws flexed against the window sill, making small scratches in the stone. He couldn't believe how long he had slept, an immortal sleep while the world changed more. His brother, Targent, had discussed this with Amon, saying he thought it might be good to lay low for a bit, at least until he was needed again. He had awoken tonight, something stirring inside him. He was needed, though he didn't know what it was that made him feel that way. His wings, large leathery wings that folded over his body like a cloak, indistinguishable from such.

He looked down at the garden, shock running through his eyes as he witnessed a woman walking towards the castle. it had been a long time since he had spoken to anyone. at first, he thought she was a human, and he licked his lips in hunger. but as he looked closer, he noticed her pale skin, saw the way she moved was more seductive than a normal human. she was a vampire, full-blooded, unlike Amon. though, only his brother, Targent, knew that. He jumped onto the window sill, launching himself into the air. He unfurled his wings as he fell, slowing the descent. as he neared the ground, he folded his wings back around himself, landing in front of the woman with a small earthquake emanating from the ground. he straightened up from his knee, his eyes flowing up her body to her face. pausing at certain curves, he finally reached her face and folded his arms over his chest.

"Identify and explain yourself." He said while towering over the woman.



Elayne’s Response



As she neared the castle her mind swirled. Such questions she had and a thirst for knowledge. The history of who and what she was. She had some information but most of that was from the idle gossip of those from town. How many others were there? What happened to her and what would continue to happen? Why were her senses heightened? Licking her lips unconsciously the red in them almost blazing against her now pale skin as they caught the moonlight.



She moved without really paying attention to what was in her way. carefully avoiding each stone. Her long white hair flowing behind her creating what looked like soft wisps of fog as the warm and cool air masses collided allowing for soft clouds of fog to form over the land and water. Her body moved almost in a sway. The fabric of her skirt moving with the influence of her hips being first and foremost in her mind. Yet it came naturally, well if you could call years of training on how to move natural. Shaking her head to free those thoughts as she moved steadily bridging the gap between her and answers she so sorely needed.



Suddenly she sensed it almost to late as this figured seemingly came from nowhere and landed in front of her. She felt the ground move as he landed. This “person” making his entrance. She looked at Him, her expression filled with awe and wonder. She watched Him as He stood up, taking in His claws, the way His body moved. Her eyes moving toward and widening at the leathery wings and her first thought being “I wonder what they feel like.” Stopping herself from extending her pale hand with her long bright red nails to touch them smiling to herself at that thought and what His reaction would be.



She watched His eyes trail up her body. Arching a brow, her amber eyes glowing with a hint of amusement and embarrassment. She could not help herself. Seeing this man tower over her, she threw her head back and laughed at His words. The soft sound seemed to fill the night air. Her long red nails catching the light as she pushed her hair from her face. The passed day or so just overwhelming her. Her senses were on overload and now some watchdog was sent to question her.



Shaking her head as one blood tear slipped down her pale cheek. Leaning against the stone closet to her she wiped the tear leaving a small red blush in its wake. Licking her finger to wipe away the blood unaware of how sensual the action was. She had no clue the image she presented to Him or anyone else for it was not who she was. The change would take that or certain other characteristics engrained in her away.



Finally composed she leaned on the stone almost shaking. She lifted her head to meet His eyes trying to determine the best way to respond. Thinking her first response was “do you like what You see?” would probably not be the best, as she needed help.



Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling she licked her lush red lips pushing her long white hair from her face. The second time her full face was visible. The moon catching the glimmer of the many earrings that adorned her ears. Her amber eyes seemed to shine brighter. She thingyed her head to the right, as a bit of uncertainty crossed into her eyes. Quickly covering it up as she let her hair fall back again covering her face.



Quietly her voice, soft and a bit hesitant, “my name is elayne. My” taking a deep breath with a soft sigh, “my mother was killed in the struggle that consumes this area. I was created.” Her eyes questioning as she continued to meet his stare, unafraid. “I have come to seek out Lord Targent by the one who,” making a face, “who did this to me. He (Lord Targent) would perhaps guide her, answer questions, and give her a place to stay?”



Stopping suddenly, rambling as she was, she was hit by a thought. He was hiding something, kind of an odd thing she thought but she stood quietly waiting for any sort of response from Him, hoping, all but “holding her breath” so to speak that He would help her.