Seeking Vlaj

[Vyn]

In the dark shadow of night, two figures spilled out from the gleam of moonlight and into the shadow of the imposing theatre which housed the From Hell cast. It was where the Prince Vlaj Drakul lurked, the one she had been silently yearning to find ever since Kujien had sent her away.

Of course, she had known it was coming.

From the beginning he had warned her, that it was only her need for shelter that gave her reason to stay beneath his roof. So when she had children beneath another Puppet Master he saw it fit to send her out on her own. Some would've seen it an exceptionally cruel time to 'abandon' her, but the truth of the matter was that he would not have another Puppet Master's offspring raised within his theatre. Even Kaeobi could understand the exile.


Linabi, however, did not take so kindly to it.

What Princess in their right mind would tolerant being homeless?! Not Linabi'Tinuviel, not the daughter of the infamous Vlaj Drakul! She would not from theatre to theatre, simply hoping to find one which remain safe and unoccupied. In their wandering, she had already found one that would suit her when she came of age, a grand and rather Gothic affair, but she had other plans for her mother.

Even at her age, Linabi could see that her mother was not befit of her rant. She could fight, she could defend herself...but she was more likely to lose herself in her morose daydreams than survive alone. So, like the wise Director Linabi was growing into, she had taken a hint from the subject of her mother's swooning obsession and brought them both here.


Such an odd sight it must've been, Kaeobi drifting along in her own daughter's wake as she approached the door and knocked soundly once shifting into her anthro form. There was fire in the child's eyes and a smirk that not only revealed her father's influence upon her but showed the pride of her royal bloodline as well. Ah yes, Linabi was the spitting image of Vlaj's arrogance. It never failed to remind her why she was so very enamored with him.

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The resounding knock was left unanswered for what would feel like eternity before the door withdrew and a single figure stood before them. Not the princely creature they expected but a slumping figure holding a small Di in his arms. The little creature snuggled against the half cannibal's chest, humming in a threatening way before the Puppeteer spoke up.

"What's your business here, ladies?"

It took only a few moments for Linabi, despite her size and age, to convince the Puppeteer before her to do as she wished. To not only let them inside but lead them to Vlaj Drakul's chambers. It was a big wish, but bearing both his attitude and his fangs, Jekare didn't find any desire to fight her on the matter.

"All right, lil miss, I'll take ya to the Prince."

With a jerk of his head, he beckoned the females inside and slunk smoothly through the Theatre until he at last reached a close door. Knocking upon the surface, the Puppeteer called through the door with a surprising change of tone. While his voice was now not only far more respectful it was actually rather...sultry; almost suggestive of flirting without quite reaching the point of true flirting. No, he would never go that far with Vlaj and risk losing his position in this delightful cast.

"Prince Vlaj, there's company seeking you." Jekare paused, glancing at the ladies and trying not to laugh. He didn't find them lovely to his tastes, but he knew Vlaj's well enough. "I think they're the sort of company you'd enjoy, at that."

[ferabird]

Unfortunate though it may be for the poor puppeteer, the Prince of the From Hell cast had found himself prone to no interest in those of his same gender. A pity. It would take a very pretty boy indeed to tempt this member of the gentry, if it were possible at all. Nontheless!

"Send them in."

The familiar accent clung to those three words, a gutteral tone atop a strong and confident voice. Assuming the strangely-behaved puppeteer obeyed, the couple of mother and daughter would be left there- shadows in a doorway left open at their convenience. The room to which they had been granted access was an odd one, clearly the den of a member of the male gender, seeing how things were jumbled carelessly about. Oh- but what things they were! Off against one wall leaned a grand full-length mirror, the golden frame etched with elegant shapes and whorls. Towards the other end of the room and alongside a massive canopied bed stood a hat rack- a single tophat decking it's top peg. Yes- that tophat. And upon a throne magnificently carved and tooled, the dust-sheet still sprawled over it's seat and arms, rested the Princeling himself.

Perched there, he sits in his anthropomorphic form. A grand figure... he practically oozes the confidence that allows him to maintain his rank even amongst a cut-throat cast. A lush robe hugs the painstakingly toned figure, the muscles those that flow sleekly beneath the pelt rather than cording harshly and taking away from the sense of luxury. With his belt cinched to hold the clothing in place, he grants himself the right to deny those whom come seeking him a chance at seeing all of his magnificence. Yes- he's that vain. Atop that regal brow sits, as reputed, that foreign crown- a relic of his homeland. It's with admitted interest that crimson-hued eyes come to rest upon his one-night-fling and the resulting spawn, his son having been discovered and rejected some time back. He'd no use for such silliness- not tainting his bloodline.

"Little dancer." he addresses the adult of the pair. "Eet has been long since you performedt for me." More acknowledgement than anything else, his tone is subtly lightened.... an attempt made to see if the femme would still melt for him as she did before. He so loved that trait in a female. In addition he both rouses an arm from the support of his throne and extends it forward, an invitation to the oft-swaying femme to float herself to him. Nevermind the thick black claws that took the place of human fingernails...

Still- even he can see that it is the younger of the pair whom possessed the ambition to locate and enter this hellish place. "You are boldt to come here." he remarks, approval clear within those deep and resounding tones. "What is it that you would ask of your sire, mein childe?" Determination... stubborn determination. It was a trait he could appreciate in his offspring. He would cultivate her confidence- and turn the child into a princess as renowned as he so long as she was wise enough not to fight his lead.

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Oh yes, Kaeobi would melt for him in a heartbeat. She had melted from the very moment she had heard those accented vocals from within that cluttered but grandly furnished room. Both in their anthro forms, the two fems moved smoothly into the room.

Linabi held the lead with her head held high in a manner that could be considered nothing but aristocratic pride; yet her eyes shone an undeniable glimmer of respect. She would not dampen her pride for a single soul, but she knew when respect was due and it was due to this Prince above all others. Sweeping low but without ever averting her eyes, Linabi'Tinuviel Drakul bowed grandly to her father before straightening and waiting politely as the Vampire Prince first addressed her mother.


Just having those guttural words directed toward her made the fem shiver and turned her will to rubber before his eyes. He need not attach any strings to her soul, she'd bend for him with nothing more than influence of word. Indeed, adoration filled her dreamy white orbs as a soft smile touched her lips and the Requiem Chiroptae drifted toward him like the figurative doll she became while he loomed above her.

"Sir Vlaj..."

Her words were an angelic breath of air and little more, entranced by his very presence. He was so very handsome and self-possessed, more regal than even the charming Kujien and capable of making her shiver with his gaze alone. Now, however, she had the attention of more than his gaze but also the clasp of that taloned hand as well and she swayed as she delicately clapsed it. Her own slender hands were graced with elongated blue claws in the stead of a human's finger nails but they did nothing to offset the delicate image she possessed.


"Mein Vater."

The respectful greeting would meet Vlaj's ears in a familiar tongue, a subtle display of Linabi's great respect for the Puppet Master before her. She had known of Vlaj Drakul only through legend and through her mother's songs, and so she had gone about emulating him in a sense. At a young age she taught herself his language, and the use of it at such an age manage to imprint the faintest familiarity of the Drakul accent upon her tongue.

"I have come for two reasons. Firstly, Mutter needs a home she's been castless since she gave birth to my brother und I, und this is the only Cast she would seek willingly." Kaeobi blushed to the honesty of this, though she had resisted coming for one mind-numbingly painful reason: the For Hell cast did not allow females of her rank. Ignoring her mother's distressed look, Linabi continued. "The second reason is only that I vished to lay my eyes upon you myself, Mein Vater. Mutter has said much in flattery of you, I wanted to witness it for my own experience."

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[ferabird]

It's with those strong fingers that the prince firmly guides his consort. Yes- his. Closer he draws the swooning chiroptae, second hand rousing to stroke lightly over the thin layer of fur upon a rounded shoulder. Assuming that she compliantly follows the tug of fingers, the willowy little requiem will find herself led to stand directly afront the puppet master, and then guided down and allowed to perch upon the floor directly at his feet. Some may view such as an insult, but within the mind of the Prince- this was the finest place that she could desire to be. There at his feet she was clearly his, and so near was she that she could clutch a leg should she choose. Meawhile, muscular fingers smooth the plush fur of her neck and shoulders. Chastely he'll stroke at what's in reach, even going so far once as to draw his fingers intoxicatingly along the line of her jaw. After all, if he couldn't melt the femme without having to resort to sexual acts, what sort of man was he?

"Mein childe..." he answers his daughter, thoughtful enough not to do anything.... offensive. Not while she was there within the room. His tone drips approval, rings of welcome. He could not have been more pleased... What a fine counterweight she made to the disappointment her sibling had turned out to be! "Does your Vater live up to these songs und expectations?" A wise person would answer in the positive, whether or not it were true. Crimson eyes briefly deviate- settling upon the flighty creature at his feet....

"I shall findt a way to keep your mutter- und you will schtay as well with me, to be groomed into mein heir." It wasn't a request- oh no. Vlaj got what he wanted... though thankfully in this case it was as much what his sweet little princess would desire.

(Pardon- my muse is running out of juice D= )

[Vyn]

Kaeobi trembles softly beneath his touch, quivering with desire and with happiness. The lovely requiem knows no pleasure greater than the sensation of belonging to this great lord once more and it shows so clearly in her every step. It is a strange contentment, one that Linabi has ne'er seen before but which she finds appealing. Yes, Linabi cared for her Mutter or she would not have guided the elder Chiroptae here for the sake of safety nor happiness. The caress of his finger upon her jaw causes Kaeobi to melt ever further, her body crumbling against his legs as a lithe arm wraps around the powerful limb to support her during the swoon he so easily induced in her.


Linabi's expression shines of pleasure at the welcome in his voice, silently overjoyed that she had met her Vater's approval though she is of a mind enough not to boast to brashly of this joy.

"Ja, he meets them und more."

The fang bearing grin she flashes in the wake of her words is sly and shows every hint of the seductive abilities she will possess as an adult, but for now merely seeps of satisfaction. Yes, Vlaj was what she had expected from her mother's adoration and from the rumors of him. As always and perhaps even more so, she was proud to be his offspring.

"Then you have our whole-hearted thanks und mein person to groom as you vish, dear Vater."

The young Chiroptae bowed gracefully, her eyes agleam with delight. Not only had he out-shined his praise, but he had stepped far above her expectations. To be taken in with her Mother had not been within her expectations but even further from that had been the thought of his final words. To be groomed by this Vampire Lord? Oh yes, it was a command she could give herself to without thought or hesitation.

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(No problem~ Take your time if your muse is being a pain XD I understand completely, lol)

[ferabird]

Nodding approval to the youngling and clearly sated by the doting affection of his consort, the Prince gives a sharp gesture of clawed fingers- one to encompass the theatre itself and more.

"You, mein daughter, may choose any unschpoken-for room of mein theatre und claim it for youself. Or, if you are so boldt, you may claim a place for joorself und we will set for you a territory." he'll explain. "Perhaps though- you schould wait until you hev grown. Holding territory isch not simple."

He considered it understood that Kaeobi would remain within his rooms, as regardless of those marionettes at his disposal- it was the willowy chiroptae whom he favored most. Perhaps it was that she'd borne his young- or simply that he was vain enough to discriminate based upon breed. After all- why retain a consort that could not keep up? Still- he would uh.... 'clarify' things with Kaeobi once his Princess-daughter had left.

"Go und find a place for yourschelf." he speaks by way of dismissal, voicing it as a challenge to the youth. "Mein cast is not so fool as to harry you here in mein home. The only one mein childe must give her respect to besides her vater is Jaku." She was a smart girl- and he was sure she'd be able to puzzle it out. After all, Jaku was the only being in the cast whom wore a rank-defining tophat.

[Vyn]

To hear that she would be allowed to stay within these walls -however temporary- was a great boost of pride to Linabi's already flourishing ego. Luckily, while she was proud and arrogant she was not so much arrogant to forget she was a child or to take her aristocratic pride to an egotistical level. No, she was a balanced and level-headed child regardless of how she flaunted her royal heritage. After all, what child would not flaunt their relation to the great Drakul?

Her brother, perhaps, but she'd see of that later.

For now she was to take herself and find a room as her Vater had demanded, leaving him alone with the doll-like Requiem who sat at his feet in unwavering adoration.

"Of course, mein Vater; I shall find myself a room and e'er be careful not to step upon paws of one such as Jaku." Ah yes, she knew of Jaku. The misogynist Puppet Master with a fancy for dissection. No, she would not allow herself appear a fool before him and nor would she bring shame to her father's decision. "Until later, mein Vater."

Cloaked in bold regality, Linabi escaped into the theatre and shut the door upon her dam and sire so that they would have the privacy she was sure he wished for.

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Even after her daughter slid from the room, Kaeobi remained subserviently at her Lord's feet. This was like a dream come true, to be back in her Lord's presence, and Kaeobi was so very afraid that moving or even acknowledging its existence would be to end that dream. With her heart thundering heavily within the skeletal cage of her chest, Kaeobi awaited to be addressed. Just to hear his voice, to be beneath his command and his desire once more... To know that she was not simply dreaming after all.

(I'm pretty sure that sucked XD but at least its finally done XD)

[ferabird]

Nodding his wise little daughter from the room, the ever-prideful Vlaj gives a wavering of those constantly moving ears. Brightly crimson eyes leave the lovely little mix only when she's entirely out of sight, a faint smile pressed upon the expressive lips his anthropomorphic form gave him.

It's slowly that he leans down, taloned fingers sliding from delicate shoulders down to his beloved pet's front. Gradually he slips himself down with the soft hiss of fabric on fabric thanks to his ever-present robing. Soon enough noble features come to rest alongside likely-flushing and beautifully dished ears, cruel gaze unusually distorted by the sheer pleasure of having his lovely dancing doll to play with. From the upward curl of her tender nose to her clawtips of naturally-colored twilight, she brings the puppet master a goodly amount of perverted pleasure.

"Kaeobi..." he'll rumble, that rough accent lending a lovely deep tone to the little bat's name. "...in mein cast- you are a marionette."

And with that- it was so! Puppet Masters after all have complete sway of their cast. And by accepting the little requiem, he allows her the privelege of being molded into what he desires. An admittedly lusty kiss pressed to the slender curve of her throat, he'll only briefly retract one crimson-furred hand before slipping it out again. This time it's her dainty muzzle the clenched fingers hover afront, hiding something within them.

"Open!" he'll rather spontaneously command, the smooth curve of a talon lightly brushing over his lovely litt'e consort's lips. Obedience will of course be rewarded however, and should she do so, he'll slip a small trinket of cool metal into her mouth. Only a bit left outside, he'll bid her next to close her lips- leaving clenched between them a ring that she could likely put fashionably upon her finger or toe. While it's perhaps not the diamond a human might favor in an engagement ring, it's certainly a show of his favor. The quartz set upon it has while perhaps not a glow- a certain ambience. The blessings of the murdon are hardly something to be unnoticed or squandered...

Not only did he title her a marionette- but her merciful liege granted her as well the ability! He was just eccentric enough to flaunt his control a bit first, setting the bit of jewelry between her lips rather than upon a graceful digit.