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Post by Elric Crawford on Apr 15, 2008 21:25:37 GMT -5
Elric's cloak moved peacefully around his ankles, the soles of his shoes barely making a sound as they hit the gravel of the road. He made a sharp, swift turn and his feet brushed through the grass toward Hogsmeade Forest. He perched himself up on a carved out stump leftover from fallen over or gutted trees. His eyes shifted back and forth, not a soul was insight, nor was there the ignorant bright light sparkling through the branches. He put his back up against a birch tree, and sniffed gently. He was slightly hungry, thristy in unnatural terms.
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Post by Headmistress Callia LeBeau on Apr 15, 2008 21:33:54 GMT -5
Callia had been following this dark a mysterious man for a few minutes. She had noticed him in Hogsmeade and had decided to have a chat with him. She remembered him from the meetings with her followers but yet, didn't know his name. There were so many and alot of new members. He must of been one of them. She wore her long, dark cloak over her normal attire. Her hood rested over her head, covering her face. She slowly walked from behind a near by tree and took a few steps towards him. Not too close but enough to show an outline of her. She stood there silently, waiting for him to answer.
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Post by Elric Crawford on Apr 15, 2008 21:39:52 GMT -5
Elric's ears pricked up gently and his closed his eyes for a brief moment. He heard a noise, and a little to quickly - abnormal for humans- he encircled around. His cloak flapped against his body and he made a small gasp which echoed gracefully. He swung himself down to the ground, and bowed so the very fine perfected hair of his head touched the grass. "Mistress." He spoke, his heart racing against his ribcage. The honor it was to be standing in her presence. How unworthy Elric felt.
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Post by Headmistress Callia LeBeau on Apr 15, 2008 21:46:46 GMT -5
A smirk came across her face. A loyal servant. Jusdt how she liked it. She removed her hood, revealing her vampiric features. Her long dark hair hung over her shoulders and wraped around her pale face and her pericing blue eyes. She stepped into the moonlight to reveal herself. "Stand." she said with a demanding voice. She watched as he bowed down to her. The very sight brought an evil grin to her face. He must be new for not even her most loyal subjects went down to fast and so low. She was going to have fun with this one.
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Post by Elric Crawford on Apr 15, 2008 21:52:40 GMT -5
Elric dipped his head and rose from his spot, keeping his eyes down, for his stunning blue eyes were not worthy to lay upon her. Though in a second he had taken in her features, and it left him stunned. Her beauty with the mixture of 'death' was blended together to be so...so alluring. Elric found her attractive, but would never take that chance with her. A small breeze swept across his face, but Elric did not shudder, the cold was an ally, not an enemy. A few strands of his hair fell down to blanket his eye and he stood there like an angel and devil carved out of marble.
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Post by Headmistress Callia LeBeau on Apr 15, 2008 22:01:28 GMT -5
She took a few steps closer to him and lifted her hand and placed it under his chin and lifted his head to look at her. She like obedience but she did like professionalism. And that ment eye contact. Although many people are either too afriad out of fear or respect to do so. "Look at me. I like eye contact." she said, softly but harshly. She moved her cloak to show the front of her slim but athletic body. She raised her eyebrow as she said "Whats your name?" a small grin appeared on her pale face as she waited for an answer.
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Post by Elric Crawford on Apr 15, 2008 22:08:11 GMT -5
Elric refrained from a small gasp as she touched his chin, sending at least a shiver down his spine. He watched her every move with sheer attention and let his eyes lock onto hers. They were so beautiful, blue same color as his, but her blue was much better then his. "My name is Elric Crawford, Mistress." He'd would have bowed his head again had it not been for her hand still resting upon his chin. He kept the eye contact, but made sure his eyes did not make any offensive gestures, or to stare at her like he was a complete fool.
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Post by Headmistress Callia LeBeau on Apr 15, 2008 22:23:03 GMT -5
She moved her hand away from his chin and set it back to her side. The moonlight shone down apon them, making every detail brighter for the two of them. "Elric, eh? Where are you from?" she asked. "I remember seeing you at the last meeting. You must be a new member." her French accent was clearly visable. For as long as she had been here, her accent was still as strong. She took pride in her culture and country. The country of love. She looked at his eyes. She could tell he was egar to please, and very nervous. She was used to this. Even before she was with her late husband. This attiude was the thing that gotten her noticed by Tom.
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Post by Elric Crawford on Apr 15, 2008 22:29:24 GMT -5
"Haverfordwest in Wales, Mistress." He inclined his head. His body and muscles started to slowly relax once he was sure he wouldnt be cursed for anything. It was a lovely night, and it became brighter once both of their features shone from the deliqucy form the moon. His abnormally attractive and handsome features beaming, as he pulled down his hood to reveal more clearly his face. "You could say I am new, but I am not new to the life of your servants, for it is a life I have lived and breathed, strived for." He spoke smoothly, softly.
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Post by Headmistress Callia LeBeau on Apr 15, 2008 22:35:53 GMT -5
"Ah. I like to hear those words." she said with a soft moan. It was hard to find an actual loyal member of her rein of ther Dark Order. Yes some though as her but not many nurtured it and valued it. She felt a slight connection with him, perhaps they have met before. But she clearly doubted it for she lived everywhere but Wales for most of her life. But many years have passed so there's a slight chance she may be wrong. But that was highly rare. She took a few steps closer to him, closing in on him in a way due to him standing infront of a tree. "So tell me, Elric, how loyal would you say you were to the Dark Order? I must test you if you are to remain here. I don't want any spies. Unlike my late husband I do regular checks to keep everything in order."
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Post by Elric Crawford on Apr 15, 2008 22:42:29 GMT -5
Elric remained where he was, rooted firm upon the ground, which barely took the shape of the soles of his shoes. "I would kill a loved one Mistress. I am not hesitant to do what must be done, not when something as the Dark Order is so precious and close to my life. Is my life, which I act upon daily." He kept eye contact with her, his voice pure and true. "I am not to be taken lightly, I have killed many and drank of those who have defied the Dark Order, Mistress. I do not want to brag however, but if I had to rate my loyalty, may my words speak truth of a rating of one hundred."
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Post by Headmistress Callia LeBeau on Apr 15, 2008 22:52:22 GMT -5
"So you are a vampire, like myself?" she asked. No wonder she felt a connection to him. If he was anything like her he would feel the same lust as she did. Vampires were known for their sexuality, their charming ways, and their beauty. The words he spoke about his loyalty to the Order intrigued her. She liked the way he presented himself, the way he spoke. It was nice to find someone that was also a vampire and someone who served her.
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Post by Elric Crawford on Apr 15, 2008 22:57:21 GMT -5
He put a graceful hand to his heart and spoke angelically, "I am Mistress." He dipped his head again into a respectful bow. He removed his hand from his heart and placed it back by his side swiftly, as if it never happened. Another cool breeze trickled around him, which was again taken into consideration, but ignored. So the Mistress? The one in charge was a Vampire? How absolutely wonderful that was. Truly indeed she had all power and control. Elric for a supernatural reason was able to fully relax his body no, tense, but not so tense.
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Post by Headmistress Callia LeBeau on Apr 15, 2008 23:09:29 GMT -5
A small smirk crossed her face as she continued to walk closer to him. Now he was closer to the tree than before and they were in breathing distance. She stoped and stared him directly into his eyes. She had a need to see who he truely was. Wondering why he was here and what had turned him to the Dark side. The expresssion of her face read confidence and dominence. Something that screamed out Callia. She looked down at the ground and came up with an idea. She wanted to see how he would react if she was 'friendly' with him. Callia did have a slightly twisted sense of humor. She placed her hand on his chest and said "Tell me Elric. Do you find me attractive?" she asked.
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Post by Elric Crawford on Apr 16, 2008 6:41:41 GMT -5
His chest breathed against her hand, his heart rate rising slightly. He stayed where he was, barely flinching. "I do, Mistress, find you very attractive." He wished he could have blushed. Well, he was telling the truth, she was very attractive, beautiful, perfected. She was perfect. Elric could just praise her and the Dark Order all day.
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