IsabellaRose

Are you looking for a sugar daddy/mama?

Elena came down off the stairs and hit the ground floor without pausing. She knew him by sight, by smell, by the feel of his presence, and she strode directly toward him, stopping only when she was face to face with the man holding the suitcase. "Alex," she said staring him in the eye. "Fancy seeing you alive. I thought you'd... given up." She said the last bit with an air of contempt that she did not try to hide. The last time she had seen Alex she had held him up in the air before her, his chin in one hand as she staired into eyes that had no desire to fight, no desire to live. She hadn't bothered killing him with the others. He was already dead inside. There had been no fight in him. "Vacationing abroad, I see," she said, glancing down at the suitcase. She had nothing else to say to him. He had been foolish before, he was likely still foolish now. Sarcasm dripped from her next comment. "I do hope you enjoy your stay." She almost smiled then, but maintained her expressionless glare, prepared to take her leave. She had nothing more to say to the young vampire.

Elena strode into the main entrance hall of Blackthorne Castle. She had stopped in her room to change into something more suited to heading out and finding a meal. She wore a modern black pencil skirt, lacey high necked blouse with full length sleeves, and black, high heeled, knee high boots. Her jewelry was platinum rings, earrings, and bracelets with deep red and black gemstones. She had done her makeup in something approximating the modern style, though with too much eyeliner and lips more blood red than natural. She thought she was ready for a night out on the town, but the effect was not quite what she intended and she came across more as someone dressing up as a goth librarian. Still, it would attract someone, and that's all she needed, someone to for dinner. She was coming down the stairs, the heels of her boots clicking in a steady rhythm as she descended at a stately pace, when her attention was drawn to someone (@Daemonshift, that's you!) in the hall below. She neither slowed nor sped up, but continued down toward the stranger without changing her pace or paying them any more attention than was necessary.

Works for me. Would you like to post first, or should I?

She's leaving the library, so... where would you like the scene?

100% solid. I think someone hugging her might make her feel a LOT more at home than anything else.

Lupita remembered hunting with Tabor and his wolf pack, remembered the smell of their prey on the night air, trailing the caribou for days, assessing the herd, looking for the weakest animals, the easiest targets. She remembered waiting until the herd moved from the open, wind-swept plains and into heavy, crusted snow where her paws would act almost like snowshoes while the hooves of the caribou would break through the crusted snow and bog them down, slowing them, making them easier targets. She remembered the howl that signaled it was time to make their move. She remembered moving with the other females, darting back and forth in the path of the prey, herding them, causing confusion and preventing escape while Tabor and the larger males moved in for a quick, aggressive takedown. She remembered seeing the caribou collapse, legs working ineffectually as it tried to rise, watching Tabor seize the caribou by the nose, holding it as it thrashed, watching its struggles weaken as it began to bleed out. The herd fled and she remained with the rest of the pack, out of reach of the flailing hooves, observing its slow death until it was time to feed. She remembered feeling her muzzle inside the body of the caribou, her snout covered in blood, the metallic smell, the coppery taste as she devoured raw animal flesh. She remembered the satisfaction of a successful hunt, the growling camaraderie as they devoured their prey... She remembered the next morning, waking naked in human form curled up beside wolves and Tabor, the taste of blood in her mouth, tendons stuck in her teeth. She remembered retching blood and raw meat and crying into Tabor's chest as he remained emotionally distant. "I have hunted," Lupita finally said. "With the man who turned me and his pack in Alaska and the Northwest Territories." She tried to hide her mixed feelings on the subject. It was magnificent, liberating, the only thing she ever wanted. It was terrible, brutal, something she never wanted to do again. "I do not think..." she started then stopped. "I am not a hunter. Killing does not come natural to me. I... I wake with regret. When I am myself again." She looked at the floor, then back up at Daliah. "But in the moment, that feeling, the freedom, the pure joy of running with a pack around you, your senses alive like they've never been before..." Her eyes filled with unshed tears. "I'm sorry. It's just... my human nature, my upbringing, is so different from my wolf nature. I was brought up a pacifist. I was brought up to believe that all life is sacred. Now I take life. I know, I know it's to survive, but it's just... it's hard to reconcile who I thought I was with who I am become." She shook her head, wiped at her eyes. "I'm sorry, you don't need to hear about my petty problems."

It looks like Elena just finished up in the library. We could write a scene together somewhere, if you like. She's not very tied to any major plot points just yet, so if you were looking to be more involved in the main story and/or characters driving it, you may want to find another character to play with... either way, cool with me.

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I just click the Other Media - Insert Existing Attachment at the bottom and it's right there in my album.

@BladeRunner - Nothing fancy - free downloaded fonts, crop the pictures using Paint3D that came with Windows 10, then do the layout in Publisher because it's part of the Office license that came with my new computer, export as JPG and crop again in Paint3D

Umm. I guess message me if you want one?

Oh, um... I don't know if it's normal here or not, but I made those banners for my character so it's easier to identify who's in the post. If anyone else wants one, I can make them for you based on your character pictures with different fonts. Unless you guys find them annoying? ...in which case I can stop using them. In case you haven't seen any of the threads where I used them, they look like this:

She maintained her elegant and stately stance, her eyes fixed on his, black and unreadable, like those of a bird or reptile. How long had she been here? The years literally blended into each other. It felt like about a month, which likely meant it had been several years. Her perception of time passing had changed over the centuries. "It doesn't seem as if I've been here very long at all," she said distantly, as if trying to remember. "What's a few years when you've lived hundreds?" When he asked if she was hungry her lips almost started to smile, the faintest hint of a twitch. She was indeed hungry. It had been too long since she fed. What a perceptive human. Perhaps it was part of his thrall nature to see the hunger in a vampire She tried to remember what it had been like to have thralls of her own, then remembered the blood, all the blood, when she'd slain them all. Every thrall she had, ever vampire she'd sired, dead by her own hand. It had to be done. They had grown into something she could no longer recognize as her own. She came back from the reverie and continued to stare into his eyes. "Everyone is hungry for something," she said almost under her breath. "And so rarely satiated." She did smile then, a wide, pleasant smile, the kind one offers a stranger when trying to be polite, but the smile did not touch her eyes. "I was just about to head out and find someone to eat," she said. She started toward the door. "It was... interesting... making your acquaintance, Vance Stripeth."

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Are we going shoe shopping?

her choice

I woke up to a solid 8 inches... ...of snow in my driveway.

cum guzzler

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The Who

Elena currently has no thrall, if you're interested in an ancient bitchy Mistress.

Elena... felt something. For the briefest moment, this human caused an emotion to stir within her. Nonsense, she thought. There was nothing left for humans or anyone else to make her feel. It was simply... surprise. She was surprised that a human might actually understand anything about her. That he could sound even remotely sympathetic. That one who had devoted so much time and effort to destroying her kind could look beyond his limited mortal viewpoint. Still, for her to be surprised was something in and of itself. How often had anything surprised her prior to her self-imposed exile? Almost never. She mused on this human, on his words, and on this place to which she had come. Perhaps there was more to this place and those who dwelt here than she initially thought. "You are an interesting specimen," she said to Vance from across the room. "I don't believe I want to kill you, either." She said it with amusement in her voice, as if the thought had only new occurred to her that she might let him live. She meant it as a de-escalation of the tension between them, but it had been a long time since she had tried to relieve tension without rending flesh and tearing veins, and it likely did not sound as amusing as she intended. Her voice took on a resigned tone now, as if she had no choice now but to be polite if she weren't going to kill him. "If we are not going to try to kill each other, I suppose introductions are in order." She turned and faced him, took a few steps before presenting herself in an exceedingly formal manner. "Lady Elena Yaroslava Dragovic," She offered the barest nod of her head. "What shall I call you, thrall?"

I should just kill this human, Elena thought. Rules of hospitality be damned. She continued walking slowly away, her back to him. "You're not like most humans." She turned at the other end of the room, looked at him. "You'd rather kill me than talk to me, wouldn't you?" She was mildly amused by how confident he seemed. But in the end, the most entertainment he could offer was his confident attempt to kill her before dying at her hands. She wasn't even sure why she was wasting time with a human whose blood she couldn't drink. She was, however, curious about this map now. What would be interesting enough to scratch it out so no one would find it? Perhaps she'd investigate herself at some point.

"I am, well... was, a wolf biologist." She realized how strange that must sound coming from a werewolf to another werewolf, and quickly added, "don't laugh. It was what I chose to study before..." Before my professor changed in front of me, chased me through the woods, pounced on me, took me like an animal in heat, bit me, and changed my life forever. "Before I was bit." She stood still, uncertain what she was supposed to do. Bow? Lower her eyes? She couldn't remember anything Tabor had taught her about packs. It had been all rushed out as asides while he taught her what seemed much more important at the time, how to control the change, what to wear. She had, of course, ignored practically all of his advice. She didn't want to change. She didn't want to be what she was. She wanted to go back, to be just a human again. She looked up quickly, flashing a small smile. "The pack has been very welcoming. I just..." Just what? I'm not not certain I belong? God, Lupe, stop being such an idiot. "I'm still trying trying to find my place," she said as quickly as she could, trying to cover the long pause. She smiled, the same smile she used to put on for her professors when she didn't know if she said the right thing. She had been told her smile was cute, that it made people feel at ease. She felt silly standing there smiling like an idiot. She was acting like an idiot quite a lot today.