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Post by Lenore Greyfell on May 24, 2009 9:59:02 GMT -5
[glow=blood,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Your foolishness knows no bounds. NO. I will not act by proxy. If the Lycans cannot come to me of their own accord, there shall be no alliance. Now, leave my lands, Shuryian, and return only when you are capable of showing deference to your betters.[/shadow][/glow]
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Aeon
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Post by Aeon on May 24, 2009 11:59:32 GMT -5
*Shuryian shrugged and walked off. He didnt care much anymore about the alliance, his plans would work even if she didnt get on. This world is full of power and he knew of one that might listen to him but it was extremly dangerous*
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Post by Lenore Greyfell on May 24, 2009 12:04:18 GMT -5
Lady Greyfell considered the rising moon a symbol of the times--such beauty, but all cold, cruel...much like herself. Sha also again wondered at the lack of population in the city below...perhaps a foray for new blood was needed.
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Post by Drake on May 26, 2009 12:20:46 GMT -5
*Drake entered a large Citadel this was were the scent of vampires was strongest he took a seat in the courtyard*
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Post by Lenore Greyfell on May 26, 2009 17:03:57 GMT -5
Lady Greyfell, walking the halls of her citadel, tastes a familiar scent on the air...
[glow=blood,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Ah, Drake, companion of old, how nice to see you return to the land of the near-living...what has awakened you, pray tell?[/shadow][/glow]
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Post by Drake on May 27, 2009 17:58:37 GMT -5
"The smell of blood on the wind awoke me but I must apologise my prolonged sleep has damaged my memory have we met before"
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Post by Lenore Greyfell on May 27, 2009 18:06:58 GMT -5
[glow=blood,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]How unfortunate...though, I did tell you that you needed to feed more often than you had been. That is a shame. I am your queen, Lady Greyfell, and your hunting companion of old. I am your sire, though more directly than with most others...do you truly remember nothing?[/shadow][/glow]
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Post by Drake on May 27, 2009 18:10:12 GMT -5
*Drake bowed*
"I am sorry my queen but no I have no clue as to the past I am sure it will return or I hope it will"
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Post by High Seraphim Beelzebub on May 27, 2009 19:51:46 GMT -5
*A black orb comes crashing threw the wall next Lenore Greyfell head, throwing brick and stone every witch way, dust fills the air*"GET TO THE BLOODY TRAIN STATION!!!!!!!"-The Black Orb *the black ball glows purple and the fades and falls to the floor shattering into a million pieces leaving an unsightly mess*
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Post by Drake on May 28, 2009 18:01:30 GMT -5
*Drake jumped to his feet his sword and gun in hand instantly he lowered them a bit upon hearing the message* "Dose this happen often my queen"
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Post by Lenore Greyfell on May 28, 2009 18:37:43 GMT -5
[glow=blood,2,300][shadow=black,left,300]Not to worry, Drake...it's merely a message from the Demon King. He has...an eccentric sense of humor. I must leave for a time...do take care.[/shadow][/glow]
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Post by Drake on May 29, 2009 2:20:41 GMT -5
*Drake put away his weapons and bowed once more he headed inside to get some blood*
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Post by Drake on May 31, 2009 6:04:55 GMT -5
*Drake came out and headed in to the forest he could smell humans in vampire lands*
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Post by Lenore Greyfell on Jun 2, 2009 22:16:45 GMT -5
After returning from the Dark Forest, Lady Greyfell dismisses her Knights and retires to her inner sanctum, where only a chosen few are permitted to enter...it's feeding time...
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Post by Kyzer on Jul 23, 2009 7:23:46 GMT -5
Acarius threw open the doors to the Citadel in a dramatic entrance, causing the large doors to clang loudly against the inside walls. Marching down the hallway towards Lenore at her throne, Acarius bore a glare of both hatred and hurt.
"C-H-O-I-R, Greyfell. C-H-O-I-R."
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