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Upon weathered walls and towering glass windows stained with dust, the gentle hue of a candle's flame kissed the shadows as it flickered lightly, the rhythmic sound of foot steps scuffing the floor at an urgent pace; the individual in question had places to be, supposedly.
Obscured beneath a cloak that trailed behind the petite figure, a hood keeping the face hidden in shadow, the candle barely illuminated the path leading forward for more than maybe a foot ahead, until the creaking of a door's hinges screeched through the ominous silence and ceased in an abrupt thunk, the brief clicking of a latch sounding out in the now enveloping darkness that pooled into the hallway, as thick as a bonfire's smoke.
"You're late..."
A stern voice drifted behind an ornate dark wood desk as a slender women with long silver hair, bound in a very long braid, glanced up from her heavy tome, yellow orbs peering over the edge of her reading spectacles, a frown sat upon her lips.
The petite figure removed her cloak and hurriedly sat upon the chair that sat parallel the women's, albeit, less cushioned and grand.
With an expression of apology adorned upon delicate features, before the Silver Mistress sat a young women, no taller than 5'1, who's dark hair sat wildly around her little shoulders in layered flicks and messy waves - making it appears as if she'd just woken up, but it had a sense of dishevelled charm to it.
Beneath the long strands that flicked across her forehead in the form of a fringe, scarlet hues gently shifted in tone beneath thick dark lashes and a sharp pupil, the inky framing of some light eyeliner making her gaze more pronounced, letting her iris' compliment the red hues of her soft lips, barely concealing the sharp tips of her delicate fangs as she spoke, her voice like honey with the sweetness of chocolate.
"M-My apologies, Ma'am, it won't happen again, I promise... I'd just forgotten my book in my room and--"
"Enough." The sharp tone of Mistress Silver cut through her voice, silencing the young fledgling.
" Regardless of your reasoning, or excuses, I'd almost written off your lesson for today. It was you who signed up for this class... do you want to master your thirst, or not?"
"Yes, Ma'am... I do..."
The young women's gaze lowered in solemn obedience, adjusting herself within her seat before looking back up to her teacher.
"Then pay attention, Ms. Lilith Lace."
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Hello hello~! ♥
My name is Lilith V!
(But you can call me Lili or Lace if you'd like!)
I'm just your typical 21 year old, British, nocturnal misfit who enjoys the creative leisure of RP and playful shenanigans!
This isn't my first time on the site, I've been on/off since I was 13 years old so I'm fairly aware of what the site entails, so no worries about me being fresh blood~
I'd love to make some friends again and re-immerse myself in the Vampire Rave scene, so feel free to message me with anything you'd like, be it a question or even an RP starter! I'll reply when I can! ♥
I'll add a more thorough/tidy/informative profile of myself in my Journal!
P.S: If you message me, please say more than just "Hi" or other such small talk methods, such meatless conversations struggle to hold my attention, eheh... the same goes for "BITES", please just message me instead, it gets difficult to keep track of my inbox if there's just idle bite messages everywhere.
Thank you and I hope to talk to you soon~!! ♥
