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IC Stormy Looks Over The Balcony

Stormy Post 1

Stormy #1BP# arose heavily this early night and checked underneath her bed to make sure the ashes from Dracula's grave were still there. She sighed in relief that they were.

She stood upon the top balcony drinking her blood wine 🍷 and just thinking to herself. To be Prince of the City at a time like this blew her mind. Of course, she had been for what seemed like forever now. What was it? 50 years now? Amazing. Her nerves had settled into Cypress Tides as her residence. She really hadn't wanted to go into her other havens much at all now. This place has sunk into her, into her soul, and she couldn't see herself in that cramped inner city life anymore. 

She listened to the voices of the Malkavian Network in her head. Sometimes they were full of it but other times they offer great wisdom even though the rest of the Kindred could not see it for themselves. 

She looked at her custom purple Harley sitting there in the small drive. She might go for a ride just to clear her head but right now she was enjoying this upper balcony so much she did not want to move. The ghosts of the plantation were whispering through the trees. They had a lot to say tonight. 

Something was coming into the City and she could both hear it and feel it. Something was out there but whether that's something was a threat or not she could not tell. She leaned over the railing and cracked her whip to whatever the source was in a warning. Threats to the City would not survive. 

She folded her arms and simply held her blood wine in her hand tightly. The City needed her, again. She no longer needed to clutch the amulet shield that Black Jade had created for her when she first came into the city. She missed Jade a lot. Would she ever see her again? She hoped so. Something in her deadened bones told her that she would. Those feelings are hardly ever wrong and she knew that. 

Being Prince of the City at a time like this was outstanding. Amazing. She would not let the City down. 

She smiled as the rocking chair below her on the porch of the plantation house rocked on its own. Another restless spirit, another restless night. Even the ghosts knew what was up. She heard the deep creak and moan of the front door knowing one of them had decided to open it. Go inside? No. She couldn't go inside. She had work to do.

New Orleans awaited.

Raz Onyx Vesper Post 2

Love Is A Luxury

“Rape me into ashes if you will. I can take it.”

~ Rachel Dolium, Revelations of the Dark Mother ~

I had built Her a house. I would have nothing but the best for Her. As in the words of Dracula, “I’ve crossed oceans of time to find you.” We did not want to be disturbed so I built it on the bayous of New Orleans. A quiet place except for the creatures of the night who sang beautiful songs right outside our door.

It gave me a quiet place to think and also a quiet place to think about Her. Thinking about stuff like how can I make Her happier, how can I dote on Her even more? What more can I do to be a force of light in Her life? She was so sad and I had to cure that.

I put everything that I could into the home that I made for Her. I wanted it to be as beautiful as she was. She deserved no less. I wanted every place, every nook and cranny, that I caressed her and looked upon Her, made love to Her, to be as luxurious as she made my heart feel in those moments. I wanted Her to be able to look around and know my love and passion for her. If my hands were not caressing her I wanted my work to caress her vision.

My passion had never flamed so hot and bright before Her. It was as if my whole body would explode from the feelings inflamed within my heart. For this kind of desire there was no cure except for Her. it was a fire that would never be quenched.

It was inflamed even more one night when she whispered, oh so weakly and daintily, “Rape me, Raz.” My loins burned for Her like never before that night. It was on a lounge in the pool room. I didn't think I would ever stop. I was afraid that I would never stop. She wanted the pain. She was so frigid yet receiving that it scared me a little. Later on it was scare me a lot. But I had to satisfy Her. I had to take care of all of her needs so that she would not look to another. So, when I plunged into Her again the second time that she asked me, I went in hard. I gave Her the pain that she wanted. I made her scream. Whether it was terror or agony I will never know. After it was over she was always quiet and would not speak. She would go off into another room or out onto the bayou and roam around looking at the pale moonlight slipping over the trees. The next time I made love to Her after these instances I was ever, ever so gentle and slow. I tried to give Her as much pleasure as possible. It was not within my human abilities to give Her as much pleasure as I desired for Her.

I would find out in time that I can never give Her anything that she truly desired, but it was too late. My soul was already lost within Her and one day I would lose it.

(In Character) Raz Onyx Vesper

A Luxurious Fairy Tale In The Making

 

‘Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: For thy love is better than wine. Because of the savour of thy good ointments Thy name is as ointment poured forth, Therefore do the virgins love thee. Draw me, we will run after thee: The king hath brought me into his chambers: We will be glad and rejoice in thee, We will remember thy love more than wine: The upright love thee. ‘

- Song of Solomon 1:2-4

“Who is this,” she asked tapping the murky photograph on the table.

“That’s me when I was younger, at work of all places.” Raz grinned at this beautiful creature standing before him.

“What was your job?”

“I was, am, a sniper,” He shifted to the other foot nervously, not sure how she would react.

She simply smiled, “I should paint you often.”

“Oh, you are a painter, are you?”

“I’m just starting out, yes.”

Her smile was so beautiful but there was something else, something dark within it and Raz couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Was it sadness? Whatever it was, he was determined to cure it.

Raz at work:

Time passed and the lovers bloomed with Raz doting on her every word, her every gesture, her every action, even doting on every flick of her eyelash. Raz himself developed physically into something else…. Something equally mysterious. Something much bigger and wealthier.

Her

He would only call her her, so that's what she was known by. 

She would paint me all the time. 

Then she became despondent. I'm not sure about what but it was that sadness I saw it first when I met her, it had grown into something almost uncontrollable. She would sit like that for hours and hours, not moving, not speaking. Only sitting there. She didn't give me a clue as to what was going through her mind.

She would wander off from her work and just think. Not a sound from her lips nor meaningful glance from her eyes.

One night a Toreador found her and fell madly in love with her. He Embraced her.

She didn’t look back, not once. Not to me, not to our home. She was entranced.

Out into the woods she would roam. 

She wandered around, still. Away from her lover? I don’t know. I would follow her out into the woods and around. To check on her, to keep an eye on her. I was so enchanted by her, always had been. I was so used to doing it that I simply kept it up even though she had thoroughly crushed me to where I couldn’t recover. I began learning the reasons behind her behavior bit by bit. Even though she didn’t speak, I could still see it in her expressions, in the look of her eyes, in the places that she would go. It was like a soft trail of mercy, of clues as to why this creature that I had never harmed had walked away and left me with a broken soul, a fate that I would wish upon no man nor creature.

It was gettingg harder and harder for her to accept the beast that was now within her. 

She stayed in New Orleans even though she had left. I know that it sounds mixed up and crazy but it’s true. I don’t know what else to say. She had left me completely but she was still here. It felt like when she left me that she should have left New Orleans but that’s not what happened. Feelings can be so deceiving sometimes. I felt like she would never leave me, too, but she did. Deception rules tainted hearts.

The Council

Then came The Council.