Requiem for the Darkness [Kaeobi & Vlaj]

[Vyn]

With wings spread in sails of midnight blue, a dark figure danced beneath the alluring light of the silvery half moon. Yet, with one final twist through the rotting tombstones, Kaeobi allowed her Chiroptae form to slide away into her anthro form and continued her dance without falter. Soulless eyes were closed lightly, but her feet knew this path well and so she continued on, twining through the graves without effort.

To the mausoleums she would go, to sing her songs to those long passed.

With a gentle sigh the Requiem pressed the door of the stone mausoleum open, drifting through like a ghost returning to their resting place. Eyes opened once more, tranquil orbs peering through the dusty semi-darkness of the stone building. Graves lined the walls, corpses sleeping through eternity. Finally a smile graced her lips, to be alone with the dead, it was a soothing thought.

Finally she began her true show, sweet songs of mourning sliding from her lips in ethereal notes of ghost-like allure. These were dead she did not know, so this hymn was not one of her own creations, but it suited nevertheless. Were they alive to hear, they might've appreciated what was being given to them, but Kaeobi was content in her solitude, the yearning to be listened to would not strike her for a good many hours.

[ferabird]

The mausoleums, how he adored them. It was something about how even in their age the buildings remained solid. They cradled death inside them as an expecting mother protectively carried life. Some were decorated with pillars or statues... but his most favored was that which claimed a full flock of gargoyles. Perhaps he should think of them as a pack instead, certainly they were moreso fearsome than delicate like most winged beasts.

Ah, but the chiroptae was letting his mind wander. Golden-sailed wings rustled somewhat as he shifted them, taloned toes biting into the stone where he dangled from the morbid little building's roof. Well-muscled shoulders were rolled to loosen them, wing-arms extending to their full span on either side of the dangling figure. For the brief period of that stretch he was blatantly visible amongst the shadows, golden sails all but shining. Soon enough though they tucked once more against his form, ears lazily beginning to swivel about. It was the rhythmic patter of feet that finally prompted the vampire to slit open his brightly crimson eyes, dark-tinted muzzle spreading into a fanged smile. Still he remained though, even as the delicate sigh sounded directly beneath his hiding spot. So lovely a female... yes. Oh, but what a pleasurable evening he had ahead.

Only once the lovely female began her song did he release his grip on the perch, wings snapped out so that he might glide down to land upon his feet. As his toes brushed the soft earth, he went through his own smooth change, the fur coat he wore expanding with him. Now the scarlet chiroptae stood, golden highlights within the downy fur he sported serving as accents to his enviable physique. And who would be surprised to see a puppet master so well-kept? He adjusted his leather belt, cinching it to hold shut the coat he wore and conceal his nudity. After all, there was simply no fun in giving away everything at once. And after assuring that his beloved crown was still nestled safely in place, the vampire slid into the doorway.

He didn't come all the way inside. No- he remained there as a sleek figure amongst the shadows, great ears alertly pricked so as to gather as much of the lovely music as he might. A beautiful song.... and he'd all night to work his net about the girl. He could afford to merely listen for now.

[Vyn]

Kaeobi remained in blissful ignorance of her company for quite some time; her mind was far more preoccupied with the complex verses she was currently uttering to her unknown audience. Her exotic voice poured forth the Latin funeral hymn with morose beauty and each lovely not was accompanied by the fluid, ethereal dance she had been caught in since landing in the graveyard.

It wasn't often that the lovely Requiem cast aside her reserved melancholy in favor of a more uplifting spirit, but then again, it wasn't often that Kaeobi got to start her night off with a suicide either.

The pleasant thought brought the images rolling back, the sight of the lovely young Suicide collapsed upon the cobbles, blood pouring from her veins. Kaeobi had sat with her, a stranger though she might've been, and sang to her until she passed into death. It had been one of her original requiems, perfectly unique to that forsaken youth.

At last her hymn rose to a mournful ending, dying upon wavering notes as the lovely Chiroptae twisted toward the door only to freeze in mid-step. Hollow eyes were wide with shock and horror: she hadn't been alone. Instantly the Requiem Puppeteer drew backward from the lordly Vampire and her head bowed in polite submission.

"Pardon me, Lord...," The chiroptae murmured, examining the Puppet Master as she took a step away from him. He was quite the handsome bat, and that was a lot from Kaeobi, for such things usually did not bring her much interest. "have you been watching me long?"

Kaeobi was not used to dancing, and inwardly she began to worry. Had he been watching her throughout her time in the mausoleum? If he had, he had seen her dancing and heard her Latin hymn... Had she bored him with her theatrics? or perhaps angered him with her negligence?

So many thoughts rushed through her head and yet not a drop of it showed outwardly. Her actions were reserved, controlled, her head bowed and her hands clasped before her in the very image of beautiful sorrow.

(Eck. I can't tell if I like this post or not. Forgive me if it sucks, I'm rather tired.)

[ferabird]

Submission... oh it was lovely. It tasted, smelled, felt as pleasurable as the girl's song and dance had been to hear and watch. It was within those few moments that the prince came to a decision, sweeping in as though he owned the building, and seeking to keep the nervous girl off-center as he came as far forward as she had back (if not a tad further, as he took larger steps). Sometimes he toyed with those he persued... and sometimes lost interest abruptly in his games. This one however he would grant no reprieve, his forceful personality sweeping forward and about his target. She was too simple of color and marking to be a marionette, but her sweet voice and fluid motion had been enough to prompt an almost dangerous interest within the puppet master. Besides- how often did he come across a chiroptae worthy of his attentions?

Whilst he drew closer, leathery wings folded tightly against his back where they would be held out of the way. And if nothing else, should the girl try to break from his influence he could flare them to either side to block off her shot at an exit. For now though he drew up to a halt, wrists twisting in aristocratically as muscular arms spread in a generous gesture toward the Requiem and slightly to either side. Palms were held up, fingers lightly curled. Crowned head oh-so-slightly bowed, scarlet-stained eyes turned upon the dark little bat in a fashion meant to intoxicate. He had a presence to him, this vain male.

"You may approach..." he offered in a regal sort of generosity, "I have watched long enough to decide that you deserve my company, mein schatz. Normally I am not so kind to those that prance into my haunt." Unlike the usual smooth french accent that many of their kin could claim, the noble chiroptae's voice was as deep and powerful as his appearance. If anything the language he called native would be considered somewhat gutteral... making it rather different. Hopefully, it would come across as exotic.

As for she and her bowed head, should she not lift it herself, the lordly vampire would. One articulate hand would extend, the fingers caressing the soft line of her jaw before pressure applied beneath her chin lifted it upward. Appraisingly he looked upon her, the pad of his thumb caressing still her jawline whilst his fingers rested beneath her chin.

(Hope that sounds as good as it did as it was typed )

[Vyn]

Though Kaeobi did not mean to appear disrespectful, she could not help but recoil a step or two away from the Prince's sudden actions. It had been a surprise to her, to not only have him suddenly in the room with her, but abruptly a few feet from her as well. After all, Kaeobi was not the sort for frequent company...at least of the living kind. His request brought her a few steps closer, and lifted her head a degree or two. Curiosity brewed in her hollow eyes.

What sort of accent was that? Surely it was nothing Kaeobi had ever heard.

"Pardon my intrusion then, sir...I did not mean to intrude as I have. I was unaware that this haunt belonged to another."

Her composure was returning itself as Kaeobi forcefully eased the tension from her simple, elegant frame. It would not do to be tense and on edge around him. Besides, she'd been having such a pleasant night for once...why ruin it with fear? Respect, of course, would remain but Kaeobi was beginning to regain a bit of her aristocratic pose.

Although her gaze had previously lifted, it had only been a slight motion, and it was Vlaj's fingertips which finally did the job of returning her gaze to full height. The soft caress of his fingertips against her smooth fur was strange, but Kaeobi found herself frozen beneath his touch. How strange. She usually wouldn't let one touch her so.

For the first time since he'd entered, Kaeobi began to fully observe him. In silence she took in every small detail of the prince before her, from his stance to his markings to that deliciously exotic voice of his. Slowly, like a cat beginning to purr beneath the caressing attention from his fingertips, Kaeobi began to hum. It was softer than a ghost's whisper and twice as haunting, the makings of another requiem. Nothing more than notes for now, but it had promise to become more as she became more acquainted with this charming Chiroptae.

[ferabird]

Widely he displays only the most deliciously sadistic of smiles. Oh, he wasn't nearly so depraved as some of his peers... not here and tonight at least. He burned though to claim the treasure that had dropped into his palm. It was merely a matter of carefully drawing his fingertips together... of assuring she didn't spook her and cause her to flee before he could cage her in those surprisingly strong aristocratic fingers.

"Never fear pretty poppet..." he practically croons. "My mercy is not unheard of." Funny... some on the more fierce side of his temper might disagree. However... his taste for mutilation was certainly not something that merited mention here and now.

Slowly the fingers caressing at her jawline trail back, fingerpads brushing delicately over that soft flocking upon slender throat. Of course in this his intentions wer dual or better. Whilst still his blood-stained eyes clasped tightly the femme's in a forced gaze, those knowing fingers sought to rouse a pleasant shudder. The more that she felt, the more chance that she might surrender to her overwhelmed senses. And not only would he delight in seeing her quiver under his touch, but even in that light brush he could feel the flow and pulse of lifeblood.

"Never have I heard one of our breed purr...." he teases. Meanwhile should fingers successfully brush about her throat he'd attempt gingerly to curl them about the back of her neck, a slight pressure exerted there to tug her further forward. "Entertain me, mein schatz. Please me, and your little intrusion shall be forgotten."

Funny- one might coincidentally happen upon the thought that by entertainment he meant more than a bit of singing or dancing.