Ceana Ramsay

Arahnea's New Body

Nari Nulah shrinks a bit under Ceana's gaze, her ears folding slightly. "N-no, I suppose not..." She quickly hops down from her perch, glancing around for someone to lure in before she gets in trouble.
[18:59]Ceana Ramsay smiles condescendingly at the mortal daughter, and begins speaking again, "Have you figured out how to make your worthless forgekin move without help?"
[19:00]Nari Nulah turns to Ceana again, nodding quickly. "Yes, Lady Ceana, my last experiment was a...sucess." Nari blushes a bit, remembering the type of 'magic' she employed to make it work.
[19:01]Morahkiev Shadowgate is currently standing guard by the gate, as he often does -- He wasn't actively out luring but he was definitely keeping his eyes open for any potential targets. He overhears Ceana admonish Nari and very subtly starts eavesdropping on them.
[19:01]Ceana Ramsay gives a sigh of relief, "Im glad you arent worthless. I will come to inspect it later. If it fails to move on it's own, there will be repercussions..."
[19:02]Nari Nulah bows towards her superior. "O-of course, please check it at your leisure." She glances up, trying to read Cean's expression.
[19:03]Ceana Ramsay cooly flips her head away from Nari, and stomps off looking for mortals to prey upon.
[19:04]Nari Nulah let's out a sigh of relief, rubbing her head. 'That went better than I thought...' Turning around to look for possible victims, Nari's eyes are drawn to a space in front of her. Despite the area being empty aside from her fellow members, she can't help but feel someone is right in front of her...
[19:07]Ceana Ramsay: Ceana wanders along the familiar path and spies a white-haired woman on the bridge. As the black-robed vampire stalks closer, she feels a familiar taint lingering in the air and pauses out of the melee range of the silver eyes highlander, "Isn't this interesting?"
[19:08]Belz Kha walked up to the familiar manor. He was quite... excited about this. Genuinely. Such a seemingly large gathering of his kin was not something he would pass up on exploring. And so, with a bottle of what seemed to be red wine in hand, Belz approached estate only to notice the few robed people gathered... even one close to the gates. “Good evening.” He greeted to the robed man nearest to them. “This is... Matron Ceana’s estate yes?” he question not to just barge on in.
[19:12]Arahnea Aalz-arak had not been home in... several days since her change. Outside of her recent exchanges with Heat, she had not seen them in a while. After returning from her benefactors manor she finally made that walk back to the manor. She rounded the corner and crossed the familiar bridge nearby... and was near immediately greeted by one of the denizens... She heard the familiar voice and a soft grimace graced her features for the briefest of moments. "Yes. Interesting. I did say not to be surprised >>
[19:12]Arahnea Aalz-arak: >> when you next saw me. It's me, Arahnea..."
[19:14]Ceana Ramsay shook her face and blinked her eyes in disbelief, "....I.. what? " Ceana knew this woman was a voidsent, but couldn't believe it was the precious spider, "..WHAT DID YOU DO? YOU TWAT? YOUR BEAUTIFUL SPIDER BODY IS GONE? WHAT DID YOU DO TO IT!?!?" Ceana brought her hand to her face, covering the dissappointment with her bare hands

[19:18]Arahnea Aalz-arak sighed heavily... "You... It... It is still within the tunnels... Calm yourself... Did you not read my note to you? My... My choices in what I do are mine and mine alone in the end, but yes. To satisfy you that form still exists and lives in the tunnels... where it belongs." She took a few steps past Ceana then turned to look back at her. "Why are you so infuriated by this..."
[19:19]Ceana Ramsay crossed her arms, and stared with piercingly angry red eyes, "Because, it was perfect. It was so beautiful and strong. Why would you give up such an armored, beauitful body for..."Ceana motioned with her right hand at the directoin of Arahnea's new body, "this...soft... squishy thing?"
[19:24]Arahnea Aalz-arak clenched her fists, the leather of her gloves creaking audibly, "Because... It is what I wanted." She sighed exasperatedly, "Again, it still exists beneath the manor... Just... think of this as another puppet if it helps you get over it." Ugh... why had she bothered to come back? What did it even matter in the end if she did or didn't. "I can walk around... outside. I can do everything I never could before. Can you not at least /lie/ and be glad for my small sense of happiness?"
[19:25]Ceana Ramsay rolled her eyes and flipped her hand in Arahnea's direction, "You do what you want. My opinion isn't important." Ceana coldly turned her back on Arahnea and stomped off towards thier house in anger.
[19:25]Ceana Ramsay: .....MOVE!
[19:25]Morahkiev Shadowgate narrows his eyes for a moment and then nods. "Very well. Let me-- Oh. Speaking of-"
[19:26]Morahkiev Shadowgate: "Mother Ceana, may I introduce you to one Belz Kha. He was inquiring after you -- apparently bears a gift."
[19:26]Ceana Ramsay squinted her eyes at the male aura, sensing he too was a voidsent, "WHO ARE YOU? ARE YOU HEAT? DID HEAT SWAP BODIES AS WELL?"
[19:26]Ceana Ramsay: (ceana interrupted mora)
Arahnea Aalz-arak sighed... Then turned and saw a familiar face at the gate. "Wait... he came today... of all days and times, now?" She followed after Ceana, "Stop! He's... He's a friend! I met him the other day, he is here to greet us!"
19:29]Belz Kha: Belz kept a polite, warm smile on his features, ignoring the rude shouting. “Matron Ceana, I presume.” He bowed. Belz looked up hearing a familiar voice. It was Arahnea... He kept his gaze on Ceana as he introduced himself. “Belz Kha, your neighbour here in Ishgard.” He lifted up the bottle he was holding. “Virgin’s blood. I was hoping to make yourquaintance, my fair Lady.” He said.
[19:29]Belz Kha: your aquaintance*

Ceana Ramsay spun around, facing Arahnea as she explained, with her back to Morahkiev and Arahnea's "friend, Belz. She took the opportunity to slip her gloves on, staring at Arahnea as her ugly face of fury slowly transformed into a smiling one of radiating warmth. She spun around with intentional grace at the right speed to let her cowl fall backward down her shimmering hair. She faced the stranger and bowed humbly, accepting the bottle he held out for Ceana to take, "Thank you, Sir... Bells, was it?"
Morahkiev Shadowgate: "..." He opens his mouth for a moment as she shouts over him. He allows Belz to introduce himself to Ceana instead, falling quiet for the moment.[19:41]Arahnea Aalz-arak growled loudly, insufferable... She held Ceana's gaze with her own, silver eye's glaring and unflinching. Though as Ceana turned and addressed Belz she spoke up, "He is our kin, yes. He has much he could tell us and we could learn from him...?" She felt a sudden chilling sensation at her rear, her head turning to face Heat for a moment... but they were all the way over there...? She shook her head, "He is a friend..." She repeated, a softer tone to her voice.
[19:43]Belz Kha noted the way the woman calmed right after putting on her gloves. Interesting. “Belz, yes.” He agreed. As Ceana took the bottle, she could feel that it was still warm. The blood was fresh. Very fresh. Belz took a look around. “This is quite the sanctuary you’ve made for yourself, my dear. I’m feeling... four of our kin besides myself... Three I can see... A fourth I can’t quite place.” He gave another look over his shoulder but shrugged it off. Curious. Probably a ghostly >
[19:43]Belz Kha: voidsent of some sort. “Arahnea speaks true. I’m not looking for a fight. Simply saying hi.” He said honestly, his smile widening momentarily to accentuate his honesty.
[19:47]Ceana Ramsay took the bottle and turned to Arahnea, "Arah, you should keep this. I'm sure you will need the aether from your....'change'" Ceana held the bottle to Ara, and as the spider accepted the bottle, Ceana slipped her fingers over Arahnea's and squeezed firmly in warning. Ceana's opened her eyes wide, matching Arahnea's and released the highlander's hands from her grasp, "Well met. I'm sure Arahnea will love to show you around our home. As for the inhabitants of our home, I will have to keep >
[19:47]Ceana Ramsay: "a secret til we have grown to know you better..."
Ceana hands over something to Arahnea Aalz-arak.
[19:51]Morahkiev Shadowgate considers the 'four voidsent' but only three he could see as well... and noted that carefully. He put his hand on the gate. "Is there anything I can assist with tonight Mother?" He asks carefully, looking between her and Belz.
[19:57]Arahnea Aalz-arak took that bottle that was practically thrust into her arms, feeling the... sensation... of ceana's gloved hands over her own... and seeing them stare into her eyes for that brief moment. What was that meant to be...? "Yes... Well... I-if... that's what he wants. I am not wanting for aether... but I will hold this for now all the same." She stepped up the stairs slowly, glancing towards Morahkiev... Bootlicker... Slave... She huffed softly and walked past the gate, "Would you... care to >>
[19:57]Arahnea Aalz-arak: >> come in then, Belz? Though I don't know how entertaining of a tour guide I will be. " She turned back to Ceana, "I will... take into account your preference for the spider..."
[20:00]Belz Kha was midly disappointed that the tour was being delegated to Ceana’s underling. And for her to not even accept his gift. Voidsent truly have no respect. Despite his feelings, his exterior did not change, actually, his smile seemed to grow in warm, eyes gently getting squished by his lifting cheeks. “Thank you, my dear. I apologize for my late welcoming. I would have come sooner had I known of this relatively new settlement.” He simply said, making it glaringly obvious that he’d been>
[20:00]Belz Kha: here first... And for a much longer time. Ceana being cautious was normal. But annoying either way. Belz then turned to Arahnea. Always so sweet. He gave her a gentle smile. “Well you were greatly entertaining last I’ve seen you, I would give yourself more credit, dearest.” He said with a gentle chuckle. he walked closer to her and gently placed a hand against her lower back encouraginly. “Lead the way, Arahnea.” He smiled.
[20:05]Ceana Ramsay watched with squinted eyes as Arahnea bashfully lead her new voidsent toy inside the house, "Thank you Morahkiev. I greatly appreciate the summoning you have been doing for me. Lets head inside. I know Nari has a new creation for guarding the tunnels. Now that Arahnea is no longer strong, we will need to inspect nari's creations to make sure they do what is needed."
[20:09]Arahnea Aalz-arak seethed... an audible, hissing growl. Then with great conscious effort she refrained from hurling the bottle she held at ceana. She closed her eyes and sighed softly and stepped towards the house, opening the door and holding it open for Belz. "For what it's worth, Welcome to our /Happy./ Little. Home."
[20:10]Morahkiev Shadowgate nods to Ceana. "We can do that. I...--" His eyes follow Belz and Arahnea. He lowers his voice as they walk away. "I..hope that new voidsent doesn't-- upset the natural order."
[20:13]Ceana Ramsay slides her arm under Mora's and rests her hands on the top of his sleeve, "I dont like male voidsent, Morahkieve. They usually resort to violence instead of cooperation." Ceana gave a gentle tug on Morahkieve's arm, hoping he would follow along, "Can I call you just Morah? I want to think we are on friendly terms since..." Ceana felt Morahkiev step along the path and happily did the same, pausing briefly at the door for his response.
[20:17]Morahkiev Shadowgate: "...He seems friendly enough but that smile contains a cold-hearted killer, I've seen the type and I want to ensure your safety in case he gets... ideas. He obviously sees us as newcomers to his turf." He then nods to her question. "Go ahead. I do think we are on friendly terms too--" He trailed off.
[20:18]Ceana Ramsay: (moves indoors)
[20:20]Arahnea Aalz-arak walked into the room, setting the bottle that was so graciously gifted to them upon the podium near the back of the room. "As you can see... we're one... big happy family here. Though it does not help that I have recently gone through something of a change that I had not shown to my... 'family' yet. I fear that it soured Ceana's mood greatly. She may ahve been far more amicable had I not been here or had I spoken to them of this sooner..." She motioned towards the house at large, "Well, >>
[20:20]Arahnea Aalz-arak: >> this is it... There are quite a few rooms but I do not know if you care to see them all. Most are private rooms for the denizens or simple amenities." She noted the sense of disappointment, however subtle. "If you like I could see if... I could remove my presence from here and strongarm her into taking over in lieu of myself."
[20:20]Ceana Ramsay stepped in, her arm wrapped around Mora's, "Mora, darling, do you know where Nari is? We should inspect her little creation while we are all here at house."
[20:25]Morahkiev Shadowgate: "I am unsure where Nari went off to. But I'm willing to inspect -- and assist with the forgekin -- however I can." He looks down towards Ceana's arm entwined against his and he allows himself a little smile.
[20:26]Ceana Ramsay feels a bashful burning in the pit of her stomach, but is able to dissociate it when she focuses on her gloves, "Perhaps the library? I think she is always in there with the tonberry?"
[20:27]Morahkiev Shadowgate: "We could certainly check."
[20:28]Belz Kha ‘s eyes darted to the door as the two came in before looking back down at Arah. “I somehow strongly doubt that.” He said rather plainly as she spoke of a ‘happy’ family. “Moral here seems to be mixed bag from what I’ve so far seen.” He noted truthfully. “I won’t pry, but my offer from last time still stands.” He simply said to her, gently touching her shoulder for a moment. “And please, I’d like the full tour!” He said, giving her an enthusiastic grin. “Who >
[20:28]Belz Kha: knew our kin could live together peacefully! I must see every inch of this place.” He declared with a firm nod before apologizing. “I’m sorry... It seems, I’m the excitable one today.” He chuckled, referencing their previous meeting. “You are fine Arahnea, I don’t want to cause your matron more grief than I seem to already have...” He spoke. “Besides. I promised you stories, haven’t I? Are our tour, yes?” He grinned, sharp fangs glinting in the candlelight.
[20:29]Ceana Ramsay nods, and a few strands of her long silky hair slip past her ear. She pulls her hand free of Morah's to place the loose strands back into place, and takes the opportunity to lead on with Mora following behind her.

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Ceana Ramsay: A creaking door interrupted the serene night's silence, and a lacy gloved hand slid forward from the darkness beyond the door's crack, between the rose vines holding the door sealed. The hand lingered, and a sultry voice spoke in a commanding yet calm tone, "Aren't you going to invite me inside?" Chce LihzehMaduin smiled at Ceana Ramsay and gave a bow. "Please come in, and enjoy your stay here tonight." Ceana Ramsay slid her hand backwards into the darkness. A few moments passed before she pressed the two doors wide open, breaking the woven rose vines from the doors, "I apologize for the mess. I wasn't sure how else to enter without damaging your..door?" Chce LihzehMaduin chuckled lightly and gave her a warm smile. "They will grow back, so do not worry. Thank you for joining us on this night." Ceana Ramsay slowly stalked forward, taking measure of the beautiful halls as her boots clicked against the hard, cold marble floors, "There are quite a few mort.. people here. Is this a common congregating place?"
]Chce LihzehMaduin: "Yes, on this day, every week, we congregate to spread the word of Love, and Menphina." ]Ceana Ramsay watched as the xaela blue a kiss to a visiting raen, "Oh.. how.. entertaining. I suppose you wouldn't mind if I mingled... would you?" The woman in black turned away, lifting her gaze upward as she heard the many cheerful voices dancing across the walls of the temple.
Chce LihzehMaduin smiled warmly at her and shook her head. "Please, travel to where the voices are and mingle with those downstairs."
Ceana Ramsay slowly removes her robes, and fold them over her arm while she listens to the unnamed xaela's response
Ceana Ramsay wanders off, with her robes draped over her arm, smirking ominously as she leaves the unnamed xaela alone at the temple entrance
[21:18]Ceana Ramsay looks at the various titles printed in gold and black ink on the spines of the neatly organized books. Out of the corner of her eye, she watches another woman down the row, her hands flipping over pristine white pages, "Must be an interesting book?"

Minah JomalahMidgardsormr turns to Ceana "It's a historical piece, relating to the stat of Menphina's worship about a century ago."
[21:20]Ceana Ramsay brings her lacy gloved hands to her red lips, holding in a giggle, "You mean, you actually come here to learn about the worship of Menphina? I assumed this was just another sex cult."
[21:27]Minah JomalahMidgardsormr: "Considering the domain of Menphina it's not an unreasonable confusion. One could argue it would be accurate, and I get the feeling some of the followers themselves would agree with you."
[21:30]Ceana Ramsay kept her face hidden in the shadows of her cowl and moved her laced hand from her lips to a book's spine. She feigned interest as she pulled it out slightly, only to slide it back into place, "You are alone. You aren't one of those mentioned worshipers who believe the same as aforementioned, are you?"
21:34]Minah JomalahMidgardsormr adjusts the near opaque glasses that obscure her eyes, and therefore much of her expressions, "I would not refer to myself as such, no. I am however a scholar and I was curious what I could find here, as my knowledge of many of the Twelve is more lacking than I feel it should be." She turns to look at the shelves, scanning the spines with a finger as she seeks another volume. "What of yourself? What brings you to this place? I assume you are also not a follower either?"
21:37]Ceana Ramsay felt the edges of her lips curl into a curious smile, contemplating an answer before moving her hand to the book the 'scholar' was withdrawing, quickly holding it over her head, her beaming red eyes downcast and now focused on the shorter woman, "What is your name, scholar?"
21:40]Minah JomalahMidgardsormr 's head tilted slightly. Something seemed... off about this one. "I have gone by a few, some more flattering than others. The one you may refer to me as is Minah. Would you be so gracious as to share yours in kind?"
1:43]Ceana Ramsay held the book out for the scholar to accept, "What a lovely name. Minah. Hmmm." Before the woman could take the book, the woman in black pulled it away, and walked over to a table, where she set the book down by a chair, and the robe dwoman trailed her fingers along the table's edge before sitting at the chair next to the prior one mentioned, "I don't think I am interesting enough for you to remember my name, oh beautiful one."
52]Minah JomalahMidgardsormr turned to squarely face this unusual figure. "I sincerely doubt that. Anyone who considers me worth talking to is by that merit alone worth my interest."
21:57]Ceana Ramsay: The vampire kept her cowl on, ensuring its shadows hid her eyes. The dim light in the basement reflected off of her glistening red lips. Freshly applied red liquid on her lips, revealing that maybe this woman cared about her appearance. The woman in black motioned to the seat in front of her where the book lay on the table, her voice calmly commanding, "Come, sit. I want to speak about you, not me..."
[22:00]Leon Margaret-jonesExodus: "Mistress Ceana!" Leon greeted in clear surprise.

Ceana Ramsay heard a sweet, familiar voice call out her name, her eyes growing wide with embarrasment, she looked up to see her slave Leon in front of her. Her black cowl slowly slid backwards, revealing her long, black hair, and beaming red eyes. She pursed her lips in frustration, and sighed, "Why, hello there, Leon... i see you have... blocked me from playing with a new toy I found..."
22:08]Minah JomalahMidgardsormr: "Ceana then is it? Now we are getting somewhere. Well then miss Ceana, I will begin by politely declining your wishes for a so-called 'toy'. Now, I am far more interested in discussing a sort of exchange that might be able to benefit the both of us. I am not so blind as to recognize power when I see it, but I am no fool to offer something without expectation of equal recompence. What say you to that?"
[22:09]Minah JomalahMidgardsormr: *Fail to recognize
22:10]Leon Margaret-jonesExodus felt a blush of pure embarrassment dust his cheeks and suddenly self-aware of his impoliteness, quickly bowed to Lady Ceana. “Ah- I-I'm terribly sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt- I-I can leave?” He wondered, his words trailing off quietly as the stranger beside him spoke. He was unsure of how to proceed, looking over briefly at the lady standing beside him. It seems he’d interrupted a conversation. Leon was just so surprised to see his Lady... What were the chances of that huh?
[22:16]Ceana Ramsay shook her head to Leon, extended a finger towards him, and curled it toward her, as if reeling a taught thread into her palm. Her eyes watched his response, not waiting to see if he obeyed her beckon, "I am not sure what you mean by power. I am just an average Ishgardian elezen. As far as a trade, perhaps you mean this book? For maybe a story about yourself?" Ceana placed her gloved lacy hand on the book cover, and left it resting there while she listened to mortals' responses.
2:18]Leon Margaret-jonesExodus immediately obeyed his Mistress’s beckoning quickly moving to stand by her side faithfully. His eyes gazed down at the book she had before her. He kept an ear on the conversation though mostly in case Lady Ceana would ask more of him.
22:24]Minah JomalahMidgardsormr smiles shaking her head slightly. "Amusing. I find flaws with your proposal: Firstly, you claim to be a normal Ishgardian. I have never met an Ishgardian with luminous pupils. Secondly, you claim to be without power when you clearly have some influence over this young viera. Thirdly, that book is far from yours to trade. I do believe it is the property of the temple of Menphina." Minah extends her hand, palm-up. "What can you really offer, Ceana?"
22:31]Ceana Ramsay: The woman's calm face turned into one of pain, her gloved hands lifting to cover her glowing red eyes in shame, "........." The elezen woman quietly sat as she slid the book towards the woman. Ceana quietly moved the hand from the book to her cowl, then lifted it back up to hide her face again. She moved her hands to her lap, interlacing her gloved fingers as she quietly looked down and focused on her hands as she began fidgeting, trying to distract herself from something internal.
[22:41]Minah JomalahMidgardsormr: "Suddenly silent? Come now, miss Ceana. I'm sure there's something we can do for each other. You clearly seek something, else you would not be here. Is that right?"
[22:43]Leon Margaret-jonesExodus: After getting over his frazzled state, Leon began to more clearly pay attention to the words exchanged. He wondered if glowing eyes were rare. Some Auri have glowing eyes so it can’t be THAT rare... can it? Leon tried to think of how many people he met with glowing eyes in his life only to realize that that answer was ‘not many’. Leon also wondered if everyone who have slaves are powerful by default? He thoughts were distracted when he noticed his Mistress’s behaviour and leaned down a >
[22:52]Ceana Ramsay tried to speak, but her tearful voice cracked, forcing her to clear her throat while she regained her composure, "I can not control what I was born with. Just because I have an ugly disfigurement doesn't mean I.." Ceana had to pause, and regain her composure once more before speaking again, "I apologize for taking your book, miss. It is not mine to barder with, so feel free to take it if you wish. I merely..." the robed woman went silent, and continued to keep her gaze downcast, avoiding eye contact.

Minah JomalahMidgardsormr hesitated, unsure if Caena's emotional response was a genuine response or not. After a moment's consideration, she continues, still remaining where she stood "Forgive me, I'm Ul'Dahn so I hope you'll understand if I'm careful when it comes to making a deal. Therefore, I would much prefer if we were exchanging on a level field. You played coy with your name after I had given you mine. I simply wish to understand what it is you seek. You are clearly not a worshipper here."
23:22]Leon Margaret-jonesExodus looked heartbroken as Ceana spoke. Well, he knew it was all a lie, she was wearing her gloves but what kind of useless slave wouldn’t play along to their Owner’s whims. “Mistress... Come now, we could head home? There’s no need for you to entertain such a bully.” He said gently, moving over to her other side and holding out a hand for her to stand, clearly disregarding the Ul’dan’s words. He was offering Ceana an escape, but it was for her to decide if she wanted to take it.
]Ceana Ramsay slid her hand into Leon's, and gave it a gentle squeeze so he understood she was enjoying the conversation with the miqote, "I won't be long, Leon. Ceana's glowing red eyes looked up into Leon's as she nodded, as if silently communicating it was okay for him to find entertainment elsewhere if he wished. The robed woman's glowing red eyes shifted back to Minah, "I merely wanted a good story. Your appearance and demeanor was different than everyone else here. being the only one interested >
in the books on the shelves instead of the appearances of the others in the temple. Perhaps, I wanted to have you over for dinner as well..."
23:35]Minah JomalahMidgardsormr 's face softens into a smile "If you simply wished to know of my interest in the tomes, all you needed to do was ask. I am a scholar by trade and I come here seeking to further my knowledge on Minphina. So is there something specific that brings you here or do you simply enjoy asking after tidbits of the various people you meet?"
[23:37]Leon Margaret-jonesExodus looked down as his Mistress took his hand and squeezed it. He couldn’t help but blush a bit. Of course, his Mistress is only ever this gentle when she’s faking... The thought quickly soured his warm feelings and as he was dismissed, Leon simply bowed and then made his way back down the stairs. Where he would stand helplessly, unsure what to do with himself. He couldn’t leave... his Mistress might need him later... Arsene had shooed him off because he was busy... For now, Leon sat at >
an empty spot at the large sofa, folding his hands in his lap and simply waited.
23:41]Ceana Ramsay watched Leon wander off, and turned her gaze back to the miqote in black. Her red lips twisted into a smile, and the elezen's glowing red eyes lifted to meet the miqote's hidden eyes, "I often find the ones alone have the best stories. I tend to wander to various areas where people congregate, looking for conversation. Although, I don't normally stumble upon ones with such unarming beauty as yours, so... I needed you to .. to talk to me. I wanted to know you more."
23:46]Minah JomalahMidgardsormr returns the smile, "I'd be happy to share a story, if you share one of your own first. Remember, I'm Ul'Dahn so I don't do anything unless I get something out of it."
23:47]Ceana Ramsay let her cowl down, and motioned for the seat in front of her, "Have a seat, and I will share one, although you most likely wont believe the tale."
[23:48]Minah JomalahMidgardsormr approaches, taking hte seat in front of Ceana "I think you will find me more recieving than you might expect. I have seen much and more that most would scarecly believe either."
3:51]Ceana Ramsay giggled, letting her sultry voice escape her red lips, " I once lived with a primal. The primal ran a temple like this, and told her followers she was the goddess of hospitality. Her followers wore butler and maid attire, and served random guests that stumbled in. In exchange for being treated like a master, they would part with a small bit of aether that went to the primal."
[23:52]Leon Margaret-jonesExodus couldn't help but notice the flow of people exiting. This place seemed to be closing... He glanced up to his Mistress up on the loft. Hopefully they weren't imposing... He looked back down to his lap
[23:59]Minah JomalahMidgardsormr: “I once had a member of the order of Dark Knights accompany me on an excursion to seal a chain of portals in a more remote region of northern Coerthas. Once we found the last nexus, a large voidsent tore through it, and the Dark Knight engaged it as I conducted the ritual to seal it. He forced it in before the portal sealed, but not without losing his right arm to the closing gate in the process. Despite that, he survived and from what little I have heard, he continues to fight.
[0:01]Ceana Ramsay cupped her hands over a shocked mouth, "Oh no, how horrible! I suppose that means you and your friend are adventurers? I bet your families are always worried about you both when you are out on adventures!"
0:02]Leon Margaret-jonesExodus ‘s ear twitched at the conversation the two Vieras were having. Oh? Trouble in paradise? Of course, this place was rotten at the core. There’s truly no such thing as a Temple of Love. Arsene’s a fool to have been roped into this place. Leon smiled quietly to himself, keeping his eyes downcast. It feels nice to have your pessimistic ideals proven right over and over again.
[0:04]Minah JomalahMidgardsormr: "What is your field of expertise? Perhaps a school of magic of some sort?"
0:17]Ceana Ramsay leaned forward, resing her elbow on the table, and resting her chin in her hand, "I actually don't normally perform magic. It is very rare for me to cast. I am not one of those blessed with access to the abundant aether around us. I am rather physically strong, but I don't like to act uncivilized and use my strength against others... unless I am forced to."
[0:22]Minah JomalahMidgardsormr leans forward as well "I would be interested in learning more about the nature of your particular form of magic. Perhaps we could find a time and discuss it in greater detail in a more... formal setting?"

0:26]Ceana Ramsay giggles, letting the dim lights catch her shading angles at just the right light to make it appear like her cheeks were turning slightly pink, "Well... perhaps... you should visit me some time at my home? There we can 'chat' away all you wish..."
0:31]Minah JomalahMidgardsormr leans back, tapping her chin lightly, appearing to consider the option. "I appreciate the invitation, but perhaps if we met at my own establishment, it would better facilitate my ability to better understand your magic, considering that all my materials for study are there and I would wish to catalogue it, since it seems to me you have a unique polarity when it comes to your ability to bend aether. --->
[0:31]Minah JomalahMidgardsormr: “Would that be acceptable to you? I can even reach out to my assistant to make a dish for the occasion. He is a phenomenal culinarian “
[0:33]Ceana Ramsay squinted as the woman's complicated words made her lift a brow, "My magic? I.. I thought I explained I don't cast magic? I'm not someone to study. You are very bad at flirting, arent you?" A smug smile splayed across Ceana's smug face, as she watched the miqote's every reaction. Minah JomalahMidgardsormr leaned to one side, resting her head on one hand, "Forgive me if I misheard you, but I do recall you saying it was 'rare for you to cast'. I took that as meaning you can cast, but do not do so often. Would I be incorrect in that assessment? If so, I do apologize." At this, Minah rises, returning her seat to its original position "Regardless, you are interesting to me and I would insist on hosting you at my establishment at your earliest convenience."
Ceana Ramsay brought her hands up in a surprised shrug, tilting her head to the side as she spoke while moving her hands back to her lap, "Oh, is that so? You find me that attractive that you HAVE to have me visit you... alone.. at your home?" The elezen giggled flirtcatiously, the kind of giggle that would make any mortal bashfully blush in response, "I suppose it is a date? Minah?"
Minah JomalahMidgardsormr 's expression remains polite, but stoic. She raises her own hands up in response "I am simply curious to learn more of your nature, miss Ceana. But in a matter of speaking, yes. Oh and to further clarify, this is my establishment that I run alongside my assistant. We have several amenities that I hope you will find to your satisfaction." Minah then flicks her right hand suddenly and a small card appears in her hand, written upon it is an address in The Goblet of Ul'Dah. She hands it to Ceana

Ceana Ramsay accepts the card in her left hand, and holds her right hand out for the miqote to kiss before both depart, "I will write later when I am able to plan an outing. It is hard to get away from.. my ...my family of sorts. They sometimes follow."
Minah JomalahMidgardsormr takes the hand, and kisses it with the trained delicacy of one who is very familiar with noble formality and traditions. Ceana Ramsay wraps her fingers around Minah's, and pulls her hand to Ceana's chilly lips, kissing the back before standing up, "See you then, beautiful.." The elezen walked by, poised and serene, as she allowed her boots to click against the hard floors as she left the temple.
Minah watches Ceana leave, studying her every move until she is out of eyesight. Minah's eyes narrowing slightly behind her glasses, the expression invisible to all others behind the near-opaque lenses.

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Mina knows!!!

The deathly silence of the night was interrupted by methodical footsteps. The sound of a boot heel clicking against the hallway's stone floor was quiet at first, the volume gradually growing as it came closer and closer. At the point in which the clack clack clack was at it's loudest, it suddenly stopped. A dark shadowy figure seemed to block the torch light from bleeding from below the door. A polished brass knob slowly turned, and the door creaked open. A black laced glove slid between the ajar door and it's frame, as if it was waiting for someone to lovingly grasp it and kiss it in greeting. Mina walked over to the door and opened it, smiling brightly at the woman standing across the threshold. She looked down, noticing the gloved hand and took it, turning it over in her hands. She looked up, eyes bright. “New gloves, Mother? The lace is exquisitely stitched.” Her ears wiggled as she smiled.
The vampire tried to twist her hand back around and found Mina's grasp was greater than she could overpower. Preventing any attraction to her lack of ability to match Mina's strength, she spoke forcefully, "Not my glove, you twat! This is a greeting, Mina. You are supposed to bend low and kiss my hand, welcoming me into your room." Ceana huffed, coldly flipping her hair over her shoulder as she turned her face away from the miqote, patiently waiting for Mina to either kiss the gloved hand, or let it go.
Mina, having completely missed the intention as purely showing off new accessories, stared blankly back up now at the side of Ceana’s head. A simple “Oh,” escaped her lips as she stood still for a moment, letting the awkwardness of the situation saturate the walls and floor of her room, before finally bending at the waist and planting a soft kiss on the backside of Ceana’s hand. “That’s settled then,” she stated before releasing the gloved hand and stepping back and sheepishly running her hand through her bangs so that they fell perfectly around her face. She looked up and grinned, cheeks flush with embarrassment. “Apologies, I’m not super great at the whole etiquette thing. I tend to keep my distance from social encounters that require an extensive amount of… tact.” She opened the door wider for Ceana to enter. “To what do I owe this pleasure, Mother?”The lady in black took Mina's hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze, "As long as you can overlook my temper, I can overlook your lack of experience." Ceana squeezed gently again, "This squeezing is a token of platonic friendship, Mina. It means I enjoy being around you so much, I can't help but squeeze you. Now, you give it a try?"“So this is what mortals do all day, just sit around and squeeze each other’s hands?” She pondered as she returned the gesture, lightly squeezing Ceana’s hand, feeling the absolute lack of warmth coming from it. “I really don’t mind your temper, it’s nothing like what I’ve experienced in the past. You, at least, seem to want to keep me around at the moment.” Mina surveyed Ceana’s face and found some warmth in her eyes, at least. She’d seen Ceana’s false niceties on display before with her prey, and did not sense any of this present at the moment. She relaxed and giggled a bit, playfully squeezing Ceana’s hand repeatedly. “Bit silly, isn’t it?”
Ceana tilted her head, thinking as she watched Mina squeeze her over and over again, "It is, isn't it? Sadly, I've grown accustomed to their ways. Their lack of custom should be interpreted as an attack, or foreshadowing not to trust them enough to be vulnerable around them." Ceana slipped her gloves off and held them together in one hand. She lifted them and patted Mina with them before strolling deeper into her room, "Mina... I've been doing something. Perhaps you would want to do it too? You know how voidsent are. They only are loyal to those who are stronger. I've been taking steps to ensure I stay the stronger..." Ceana leisuringly strolls around the room before plopping herself into an armchair. She kicks her legs over one armrest, and props her back up on the other, calmly listening to Mina's response.
Mina wondered about the nature of the thought in Ceana’s mind as she listened to the woman. “Of course, it’s our nature. What are you wanting to do?” She turned and went over to the cross-legged woman, taking a perch on the loft above her. “Steps?”
Ceana's brilliant garnet eyes rolled to Mina's direction, "Do you remember the new summoner?"Mina thought for a moment. “Morahkiev, yes? The one that closed the portal when Zalamauhn was sucked in. What about him?”Ceana brought a thumb to her mouth and bit on it while she watched Mina's reaction. She slightly withdrew it to speak before biting back down on it, "He is summoning imps for me. Perhaps you would like to devour some as well?"“Imps? You must be eating them by the hundreds for you to get some kind of significance from their aether.” She thought for a moment. “I suppose, if I were to have issue with hunting, I could partake. I’ve never eaten an imp. What do they taste like?” She swung her feet back and forth, ankles crossed, as she thought out loud.
Ceana stuck a tongue out and dry heaved before speaking, "They taste like old fucking leather. It's disgusting. The trick is to summon 100, let them eat each other, then eat the one remaining. Very simple. Ceana began examining her nails. Upon noticing bits of flesh beneath them, she began picking them clean.Mina chuckled. “Like a Coliseum, but the victor’s reward is death. Morbid. I love it! Sure, count me in sometime. It sounds like fun, even if it is far from my usual preference of food. Will all the Sisters be joining in on this?” She imagined all of them cheering from the upper floor of the Summoning Room as an imp bloodbath raged below, staging bets on who they thought would be the victor.Ceana moved her feet back to the floor and leaned her elbows on her knees. The cowl of her robes fell backward with the prior movement, revealing Ceana's stern face as her garnet red eyes seemed to pierce Mina's soul, ".......It's only for us, Mina, for our protection...." Ceana brought her index finger to her lips, motioning silence, and then explaining, "This gesture, Mina, means silence. This is a secret the others can not know about."The air froze in the room as the two voidsent made eye contact with each other. Mina knew that Ceana was aware of the stronger of the two between them, and her gesture, while kind, confused her. "Ceana. I appreciate your offer and am glad to receive it, but I must ask. Why do you share this with me? Do you wish to remain weaker than me? Our kind isn't usually privy to helping each other. What inspires you to extend an olive branch?" She studied her Mother's response carefully, eyes unwavering.
Ceana froze. She wasn't expecting Mina to know this truth. Ceana quickly slipped into her lacey gloves and maintained a cool poise. Internally, the cocky vampire was squirming and panicking, not sure what to do about the situation. She took a deep breath and began responding, "You may be physically stronger, for now, but you lack experience in this world. My wisdom is what makes me the one in control." Ceana cockily leaned back, crossing her legs, and clasping her hands in her lap, "And by the time you gain the experience, I will have become physically stronger than you."Mina smiled coolly, knowing she struck a nerve, not fully intending to do so. Pleased with Ceana's response, her eyes lit up. "Great!" She clapped her hands together. "I love it when someone fights to keep control. Gets me all riled up!" She giggled innocently. "Let's challenge each other, then. Ceana, I will continue to grow stronger. I ask that you do the same. Your point is a fair one, and I'll concede it. I swore to do anything and everything to protect you and this place, and will continue to do so." Her eyes sparkled in the dim light of the room, smile fading. "And one day, we can try to rip each other's throats out." She jumped down from her perch, to be on the same level as Ceana. She extended her hand. "This arrangement will be kept secret. You have my word. And for the record, I enjoy being around you too." The smile in her eyes as she said this was a genuine one.The rage boiled behind the elezen's eyes. The nerve, the audacity, for one that was just summoned to challenge her, the 'great' Ceana? Already, the woman was thinking of ways to drain Mina's aether away without her knowing. Ceana maintained her composure, and focused on her lovely gloves, distancing herself from the present infuriating predicament. She cooly took Mina's hand in hers, kneeled down, and gently placed a kiss on the back of the other voidsent's hand, "Yes, Lady Mina."

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New Daughters
Luna and Freia

Morahkiev Shadowgate | The Summoning Room is a dark and hollow room lit with a circle of 45 blue aetheryte crystals, supposedly to bolster the area with sufficient aether against the draining and destructive nature of the Void. The necrologos stood open... this time, to an entirely new and blank page, though Morahkiev could be seen gazing at it and jotting a couple of symbols with a blood-red quill, which he pocketed as he heard others come in. He smiled. "Ah, Luna... I take it you and your patroness have arrived tonight to pledge yourselves as part of our Covenant, correct?"

Luna AscentrixExodus was making her way back from a mortal meal when she noticed the note tacked onto her door. Seems it was finally time to seal the deal of her joining. It took her a little while to figure out where they had put the summoning room, being unfamiliar with the manor still, but she made it there all the same. Freia’s mouthpiece of a mammet was sitting on her shoulder as the two arrived in the summoning room. “Certainly well-hidden, which would make sense for its purpose.” She was nervous, the only thing keeping her from shaking being the generally cold aura she exuded. There was no way Ceana could feasibly utilize the sigil against Freia, she had figured that much out. But it still felt like she was giving up the most intimate part of her away. “That is my understanding. I have attained the approval of all the daughters I was able to make contact with, and the at least amicability of some of the servants. And I provided my sacrifice in the form of a fellow adventurer when the knights came to investigate just a couple days ago.” It felt like that was almost a past life. Then again, she was effectively stepping into a new life. By joining the daughters, it would be the last step in confirming what she now was, a monster no deity would ever deign to save.
Ceana Ramsay stood at the center of the summoning circle in her black robes, hood down. Her crimson eyes pierced the room's darkness as they watched the pale viera woman slowly step out of the dark and into the candlelight, "Welcome, Freia and Luna" the vampire's blood-stained lips glistened in the candlelight as she spoke, "I am here today to accept Freia's sigil along with her promise to hidden so those who can't be trusted will never learn our secret, to obey me and my commands, and to protect this
nest and your sisters from outsiders, as well as each other. Also, I have accepted Luna's sacrifice and require a promise to hide our secret from those who can't be trusted with our secrets, obey my commands, and protect this following and your sisters from outsiders. If you break it, I will devour Luna and return Freia to the void with her sigil. Do you both agree to this promise?
Luna AscentrixExodus felt the cold around her intensify, only one of her eyes turning a bright cerulean. “We do. We will protect this nest and its secrets.” Their voices were combined now, a frigid icy tone with a more graceful one dancing atop it. After swearing their promise, Luna’s eyes finished turning the brilliant icy blue indicating Freia’s control. “As proof of my obedience, I provide you with my sigil.” She held out a hand, frost coalescing in her palm into the beginnings of a runic symbol.

Morahkiev Shadowgate stepped forward towards Luna, stretching out his hand. As the runic symbol formed, his eyes shifted a deep violet as he summoned the energies of the void into him, the crystals around them shimmering as the innate aether shifted and the room dropped a bit colder. His fingertips nearly touched Luna's, but she could feel wisps of his energy sort of 'feel out' that sigil... as he stepped back, it was floating in the air between them, spiraling and gleaming like gossamer threads illuminating
the darkness. He kept his hands aloft, and very slowly walked over to the Necrologos, backstepping the entire way so he didn't take his eyes off the sigil for a single moment. It seemed like it took concentration to manipulate it through the air, but with careful spellweaving he held the sigil aloft-- Luna could still feel 'attached' to it via Freia's connection, but it was drawn forward, displaced... "It is my will to safekeep your lattice of life and spirit, the anchors to this realm,-
-- thy verum nomen -- Freia --" He started speaking in an ancient tongue, in something deep and dark and terrible that would likely rattle the cores of the voidsent present. He closed his eyes, took a breath, and then out came his crimson quill... and he impaled his finger with the blade-like point, and then drops of blood left his finger and floated over to the page in streams, perfectly imprinting Freia's sigil on the blank leaf of the Necrologos. The book shimmered, and the crystals flashed--
--as violet strands rippled around the room, the distinct smell and timbre of the void permeating their word until it faded. Morahkiev looked to Ceana, Freia's sigil still floating in the room. "Record what you must, and then it will be sealed in the book with the others, accessible by none but me or those with the pertinent knowledge."

Ceana Ramsay watched Morahkiev as he collected the sigil and recorded it into the necrologos. The vampire's red orbs danced in the darkness as she worked on remembering every angle, arch, and etching that formed Freia's vigil. The chill in the air soothed Ceana, and she looked over her shoulder, ominously smirking at the two new daughters, "It's official, my dear. The sigil has been recorded. Freia, come here, and let's record how to resummon you in case ... something foul happens?" Ceana took the pen from Morah and stabbed him in the finger again before holding the dripping bloody feather out for Freia to accept."
Luna AscentrixExodus was but a spectator to what was happening, not having the connection to the mammet that Freia held. Instead, she let the ghost inside of her take the lead Freia herself could feel that slight part of her energy being taken from her. That one piece of her freedom fragmented. But, she had yielded it willingly, and there was no taking it back at this point. As they finished noting her sigil, she nodded and walked up, taking the feather upon her host’s palm. She began to note the details of summoning a voidsent like herself, recalling what details she could remember from when she was initially summoned into this shard. It took a few minutes to recall the details, but she eventually had the process listed, after which she appended the details for summoning herself specifically. Once complete, the eyes of the body flashed back to its normal maroon, causing luna to stumble slightly and then catch herself.
Morahkiev Shadowgate raised his hands to help steady Luna as she stumbled back. He then read through the instructions, nodding to himself. "It has been recorded. Upon untimely demise or expulsion -- if Freia is still in good standing in the Covenant -- she will be resummoned as soon as possible. The same care will be taken to preserve you as well, Luna -- as a Daughter, you will be protected and given sanctuary to the best of our abilities." He took the quill back, tucking it back underneath his robes.

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The Witness

"Are you lost? " a sultry voice break the silence of another cold winter night in Ishgard.
"Lost? Hm, no, not exactly. I don't really meet the requirements for that. Just enjoying the crispy air." , a tan viera responded, matter of factly.
Ceana Ramsay pulls her dark robe to her fingertips, and shivers as she crosses her arms over her chest, "I don't understand how you can not be freezing in shorts."
17:46]King Canin glances down at her outfit for a moment and shrugs. "It's really not an issue. Sometimes you just have to suffer, for fashion, you know?" She laughs softly and gives a polite nod. "I'm sure you'll get used to the cold too, if you stick around long enough."
[17:49]Ceana Ramsay turns to step away, and pauses, her eyes looking at the viera as if she wanted to say something more. Eventually, the robed elezen woman parts her red lips and voices her thoughts, "..well... yes, I rather like the cold. Apologies but, I'm just curious why you are out and about. I don't see many people visit these new wards besides the residents."
[17:51]King Canin scratches her head for a moment and shrugs nonchalantly. "I'm mostly just enjoying a stroll, I have a lot of free time to kill. Let's say I'm looking to buy some real estate, would that satisfy your curiosity?" She giggles and gives a polite nod. "I won't keep you if you're in a hurry."
[17:59]Ceana Ramsay tilted her head curiously, and a smirk curled on her lovely features, "Oh? Perhaps you would like to see our house? The other homes in the area have the same construction."
[18:01]King Canin shrugged, not seeming particularly thrilled or concerned about the offer. She cocked her head to the side, eyeing Ceana Ramsay with a modest amount of suspicion before smiling. "Oh, sure, that sounds lovely. Go ahead and lead the way."
[18:04]Ceana Ramsay giggles, seeing the glint of suspicion flash across the viera's eyes. She gave the tan viera a wink, along with a warm smile, "Im just being friendly, stranger. I know Ishgardian elezen have a reputation and I am only trying to repair the poor image the world has of our citizenry."
18:06]King Canin: "Hmm, do they? I hadn't really heard anything. Maybe you're a bit self conscious?"
[18:08]Ceana Ramsay performed a perfectly calculated move, and tilted her face down. The shadows of her cowl perfectly tricked a viewer's eyes into thinking she was blushing, "oh.. well.. I suppose you are right..." The elezen cleared her throat, and turned to lead the way, "A hem.. well this way then. We are already in front of my domicile.
[18:10]King Canin follows Ceana into the house with a carefree swagger, whistling a cheerful tune as she did. She stepped in and drew a deep breath, taing in the somewhat grim interior. "Hmm, to be honest, it's a bit dark for my taste."
[18:13]Ceana Ramsay released a calulated giggle from her red stained lips, "hee hee hee, well, Im sure you can light the chandeliers. As you see, I don't. I have sensitive eyes so, darkness is better for me." King Canin cocks her head. "Oh! That must make it hard for you out there with all the bright snow, huh? Maybe you should move somewhere a bit more... Accomodating to people like you?" King let out a little laugh and brushed passed Ceana, briefly giving her a deep whiff of a heavy, artificial floral fragrance. "So is this the part where you knock me out tie me up or something?" She giggled, casually taking a closer look at the furniture dotting the room.
[18:20]Ceana Ramsay lifted her gloved hands to her hood, and slowly slid it down, revealing her pale skin, along with her contrasting yet unique crimson eyes and red glistening lips, "Oh, are you into that sort of thing? You adventurer types always surprise me. And yes, the snow does burn my eyes from the reflecting light. That is why I usually only go out at night." Ceana took a step back, letting the viera wander and get comfortable while she peaked at the various pillars and arches of her ishgardian home.
[18:23]King Canin hummed softly as she wandered around the room, tracing her fingers lightly over the furniture. "Mm, I've known a few people that weren't too fond of the daylight, but I'm sure that must make things difficult." She turned back and glanced over her shoulder. "I honestly just assumed you were going to try to kidnap me, you can never be too sure these days, you know?" She winked and giggled.
18:27]Ceana Ramsay stalked behind the unnamed viera and leaned against a pillar while she watched the red head peruse he home. Her pearly whites glistened as a smile grew on her wet lips, "I mean, I am rather strong. If you find me attractive, I would gladly tie you up and have fun with you in my chambers?"
[18:27]King Canin gazes upon you in deep reflection.
[18:29]King Canin turned and stared at Ceana Ramsay for a long moment, tapping her chin. "Hmm, you're pretty enough I suppose, but I'm not really into that sort of play. Maybe buy me some dinner first?" She laughed and twirled a finger through her hair playfully.
[18:31]Ceana Ramsay shrugged, her sultry alluring voice escaping her unarming smile, "Unfortunately, I am rather poor. A friend spent what money they had buying this modestly small home, and sadly I use all my funds to maintain it. i would offer to cook for you but, again, sadly, I am not a very domestic kind of woman."
]King Canin walked toward Ceana, swaying her hips with mechanical precision as her short heels clacked on the hard floor. She maintained eye contact the entire time. "Hmm, so tell me, just what kind of woman are you? How does a poor woman that's not so great at cooking get by in this dangerous old world, hmm?"
Ceana Ramsay bashfully smiled, causing her lids to slightly squint naturally over her glowing red eyes, "I suppose I wouldn't give a stranger all my secrets. After all, they wouldnt be secrets then, would they?"

King Canin groans and rubs her forehead in frustration. "Ugh, it's another brothel again, isn't it?" She seemed to speaking more to herself than at the woman before her. She waved a hand dismissively. "Ah, well, it's a nice enough place but I don't think it's quite my style."
[18:41]Ceana Ramsay shakes her head slowly, maitaining her charming natural smile. It appeared as if the mortal was entertaining her, which was rather rare, "Did you want to see other parts of our home?"
King Canin glanced around again, nonplussed by the whole experience. She shrugged and stepped closer again, leaning forward to put her hand on the wall beside Ceana, a completely passive expression on her face. The cloying, clearly artificial floral scent filled the air around Ceana, like a strange imitation of lilacs. "If you're really eager to partake in some show-and-tell, then I suppose I could stick around for a while." The pale elezen leaned forward, confidently pressing her body against the viera's. She lifted her lacy gloved hand to a lock of the viera's fiery red hair that drifted down her shoulder, bringing the red wavy hair to her lips for a silent kiss, "....I would love to, but I have plans with my daughters tonight. Perhaps you should like to relax in our bathhouse or our library until I'm free?"
King Canin stared impassively as the mysterious woman kissed a piece of her hair, the not-quite-lilac scent heavy on the delicate strands. She takes a step back and nods. "Sure, I'll go do some reading, then." She walked away confidently, the same perfect stride she had approached Ceana with, glancing back as she left to see the stranger locking the front door.
(LOCKING THE FRONT DOOR)

....15 minutes later...

Ceana gets bored of looking for the other daughters outside, and stumbles into a blonde highlandre man. At first, she is was going to ignore the man, but the look in his eyes made it apparent he would be an easy target for luring into her room for an easy dinner. Normally, she would discourage double luring of mortals, but, she reasoned the daughters were intelligent enough to handle keepign mortals inside a locked house. I mean, how can they fuck that up? The house is locked, and they just need to do the simple logic of not killing prey in front of another mortal that is not designated as valid prey. SIMPLE! So, the vampire continues to
lure the mortal blonde man into the house. He asks to use the bathroom, and so, Ceana allows him to while she waits for him outside the private room doors. How could anyone mess this up?

The MURDER

Sindail Orrick accidentally enters the library instead of the bathroom, and is amazed by the precious books stored within.
Tonberry Slasher sweeps up.
King Canin twitches her ear as someone new slips into the library, minding her own business as she runs her fingers over the books, browsing the titles casually as she keeps an ear out below.
Sindail Orrick walks up to a distant shelf, and pulls out a rare, original copy of "YOMI MAGIC". The brittle cover nearly crumbles when he roughly pulls it from the shelf. He looks around, seeing the little figure in a red coat is focused on sweeping carpet. He paused a moment, whispering to himself, "How odd? Oh well, he could easily kick that little thing into the next world. He pulled open his jacket, and slid the fragile tome into his inner coat pocket, and casually straightening himself up as he walked back to the door to find the bathroom.
King Canin glances over the railing at the man making his way for the exit below. Not familiar with the residents of the house, and otherwise unconcerned with the comings and goings, she simply watched impassively.
Tonberry Slasher hums to himself an old tune the chefs in the Wanderer's Palace always used to sing while making the King's dinner. His humming is slightly interrupted as he sees the blonde gentleman attempt to be sly and place an ancient tome in his jacket. Slasher yawns...wondering if he has slightest clue how much danger he's just put himself in thinking his mortal ass is even SLIGHTLY getting out of his precious library with said book. Stopping his sweeping, eyes dreary, he stretches. "Um..excuse me

Tonberry Slasher drearily walks up to the blonde gent, clearly hearing his requeest. "Bathroom you say? By all means. However...it pains me to tell you..since you clearly ignored my words on the tome you're stealing...you'll..have to crawl there I'm afraid." Very quietly, with extremely deft hand, Slasher produces his personal chef knife, The OJ. Simpsonizer 2.0. Whipping around behind, he perfectly slices both of the blonde gent's achilles tendons. Before the man can drop to his knees, Slasher plunges the
blade into each kneecap, immediately twisting said knife to splinter each knee bone. He nonchallantly steps back, awaiting the tumble of the tree, so to speak.
Tonberry Slasher ,infuriated Exit keeps moving away from him, readies the summit of Tonberry power... Everyone's Grudge!
King Canin places her hands on the railing, leaning over and watching silently. She raiess an eyebrow, squeezing the lumber firmly as she waits for what comes next. This could be troublesome.
"FUCK!" the blond highlander man screams as the sharp blade digs into his left knee, "WHAT THE FUCK!" His confused screams rumble the shelves as he stumbles backward, falling on his ass," OH GODS NO! TAKE IT BACK!" He immediately grabs it from inside his jacket, holding it out in vain as he begins bleeding out on the red rug, "PLEASE! I DIDN'T KNOW!"
King Canin leans in a bit closer, watching the blood spill out of the hapless man with silent interest. Yes, this could definitely be troublesome. Her breathing stops as she continues to watch the grim spectacle.

Tonberry Slasher starts to panic. 'PLEASE SIR! In my library, we use our inside voices! Now I see you're gonna be permanantly paralyzed...but these things happen. CALM DOWN and lower your voice." Ins pite of his request, the man continues to scream. Slasher sighs. Walking up to him, he neatly introduces his knife to his esaphagus, then gingerly slides it around to his jugular before extracting it. "Now...if you PROMISE to BE QUIET..I'll give you a bandaid."
Sindail Orrick tosses the book at the tonberry, and begins crying as he pathetically reaches down to his knees, pressing again the cut artery on the inside of his thigh, "....please... hel..p me.." the blood gushes over the floor, and Sindail realizes the maroon floor matches the tint of his blood, "How convenient..." As his face loses all color, his slowly falls on his back, his eyes looking up to see the viera's horrified face, until the life fades from his blue eyes.
King Canin crouches down below the line nof the railing, pinning her ears back as she continues to watch the crime transpiring below, still not breathing at all. The library door opened to the Viera maid of the household. As the door opened, the body fell back, the head thumping against the hardwood floor of the hallways, falling right between Leon’s legs. If the man was still alive, he would’ve gotten quite the panty shot! Leon stepped into the library carelessly over the body with a gentle smile on his features. It seemed the rabbit had been listening in due to his lack of surprise. He looked down at the body and the bloody mess. “Protecting >
Leon Jones: the library, dear Tonberry. Good of you. I caught the man skulking around... was going dispose of him but you did it for me! I will be taking this body out of your hands if you could please help me clean out the blood from the carpets...” He said gently. He looked around and grabbed a throw blanket that was on one of couches. He laid it on the ground and pulled the body onto it before endeavouring to wrapping it up like a mummy.
Tonberry Slasher nods. "Certainly..but one sec!" Slasher bends down, pulls the tome of Yomi Magic from his jacket, opens the back cover, and very gently extracts an ooh so precious copy of 'Musky Milf Muffin-top Monthly.' He sighs in relief. "Stealing magic tomes is ONE thing..but taking a man's kitten killing materials is another entirely!" He walks up to the blonde dude and kicks him in the chin. "...asshat." he then helps Leon roll him up.

King Canin scrunches up her nose, watching closely as the two men bundled up what was now very clearly a corpse. The woman remained perfectly still, somehow still not drawing a single breath inspite of the tumult below her.
Leon Jones laughs adorably at the Tonberry’s antic... “Hiding your... uhm... mature reading materials in old boring magical tomes huh?” He smiled gently, extremely casual about the whole thing. Once wrapped up, he grabbed the wrapped body by the ankles. “Very well then... If you’ll excuse me.” He bowed kindly before carelessly dragging the body out with absolutely no respect for the corpse. The head of the deceased was even smacked by the door on its way out.
King Canin gripped the railing tightly, hurling herself over it with sublime grace, landing almost silently on the balls of her feet on the bloodsoaked carpet below as soon as the coast was clear. This had definitely gotten to an unsustainable level of troublesome, and really wasn't something she wanted to leave even a faint impression of being involved with. With another silent leap she threw herself at the window, crashing through the flimsy glass pane and stealing off to alert the authorities.

• Home

The Sugar daddy

The bright moon was high into the Ishgardian night sky, with various mortals relaxing in the hot springs after a long night of hard work. The steam from the hot water fogged up the area, preventing onlookers from spying more than a foot in front of their faces. Here, in these circumstances, is when Ceana loved to hunt. At the edge of the hot spring were various pillars supporting a stone canopy, preventing snow from drifting into the alluring waters. Behind one of these pillars stood a woman in black. Her dark robes blended in with the night's darkness, allowing her to watch 4 various mortals that were bathing, giving her ample time to decide which one would be her prey. Quietly, she turns, walking toward the massage beds while contemplating which one she should choose. Her pale bare hands lift to her cowl, slowly sliding it back to reveal her lovely pale features and dark silky hair. An odd sensation comes over her, like she is being watched. She pauses halfway to the massage beds, and her head slowly turns to her right...

Belz Kha had come to the baths with a small Auri girl by his side. She wore a black coat with a hood that had a black fur rim. The sleeves also had black fur around the cuffs. As Belz stepped into the area, he almost immediately knew he wasn’t alone. He placed a hand on the Auri’s lower back and leaned down to whisper something to her. The girl nodded quietly, a soft blush creeping onto her features. She shed her coat, revealing her petite form covered in a black bikini, her tail shyly curled around one of her legs. After undressing, she stepped into the warm water and swam off to a secluded corner farther away. Meanwhile, Belz turned his head in the direction of the nagging feeling. He smiled gently seeing a familiar robed form. He stayed by the pillar where he stood and watched Ceana curiously. Surely, she would notice him as well and when she finally did and looked over, Belz gently raised a hand in quiet greeting, giving her a charming smile.
Ceana Ramsay 's red eyes squinted slightly, trying to remember where she had met this man. As she watched his greeting, she couldn't help but tilt her head and cock a brow, crossing her arms over her chest. She lifted a hand up and politely returned the wave with an unsure expression painted on her face.

Belz Kha made his way over as his greeting was returned “Matron Ceana, good evening. What a pleasant coincidence.” He simply said, stopping by her side. Judging by her uncertain reaction, it was obvious that she didn’t remember him.
Ceana Ramsay: As the tall xaela man approached, her eyes went wide with shock. The closer he came, the more details she could make out, and the realization that this was Arahnea's 'friend,' the male voidsent, became apparent. Her eyes maintained contact like a deer caught unexpectedly in headlights until the man was before her. His calm and friendly voice put the woman off guard and slightly confused. She had never met a voidsent outside of her home and wasn't sure how they would even interact, .... Hi... Belz, was it?" She calmly placed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, breaking eye contact while she turned back to gaze at the mortals relaxing in the sauna. Belz Kha looked impressed as his name was uttered “Yes, that’s right. I’m honoured you remembered my name.” He said with a warm smile. Belz followed her gaze as she looked away. “Am I... interrupting something?” He wondered curiously.
Ceana Ramsay felt her cheeks burn as the attractive voidsent male spoke politely. Her piercing red eyes shifted from the mortals to the stones below their feet. Without thinking, she spoke out with, "No, I.." Her voice when dull as she was trying to make up a reason for her avoidant gazes, "nothing at all. I was just thinking of soaking..." Her expressions and tone of voice made it apparent she was fibbing, and internally she was panicking, realizing she didn't take the time to think out her responses
[16:00]Ceana Ramsay: like usual. Oh, how she wished she had worn her gloves this night. Her gaze lifted back to Belz's eyes, then to his smiling lips, before she quickly turned and began walking to the massage station to pretend she would change.

Belz Kha watched Ceana closely, his icy blue eyes burning brightly. Her personality was a complete 180 from the pompous and rude Mistress he had met the first time. Did she feel cornered by Belz? How amusing. Belz followed promptly as she moved, not seeming to have any attention of letting her go at the moment. “Mind if I join you? I can’t help but feel I haven’t had the chance to properly make your acquaintance the first we met...” He explained in a calm voice. It was deep and warm, coming from the chest, a velvety smooth tone. He still wore that charming smile, his head gently tilting to the side inquiringly, stray strands of ash blond locks sweeping across his forehead.
And now... Ceana realized she had failed! Her frustration at failing to avoid the male came through in her voice, "I.. WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO?" Her voice was shaky because she rarely expressed such genuine emotion since she learned how to distance herself from it. Ceana felt the cold air in her throat, which caused her body to cough slightly. She used the cough as another opportunity to avoid an unrestrained conversation with this stranger and moved to lift herself up on the massage table.
She swallowed, mustering the determination to stare into the man's eyes. Those glowing red eyes shifted left and right, gazing into Belz's lovely blue orbs, and she lifted a bare hand up to her shoulder, where she lowered her robe to reveal her bare shoulder as if threatening him that she was about to undress.
Belz Kha rose a brow at her sudden outburst. “I’m simply curious about your organization... If you would rather, we stayed unspoken neighbours, I will gladly leave your group alone and be on my way.” He said, keeping the same calm tone, unphased by her clear distress. “I’m not looking for trouble. My presence seems to be causing you distress.” He said openly confronting her on her reaction. He watched her begin to undress but felt no need to look away, his eyes still laid upon her face. After all, they were out in the open in a public space he would assume whatever she was wearing under her robes is what she’d planned on wearing in the baths.

Ceana Ramsay paused, lowering her robes as Belz voiced his truth, and paused as he began distancing himself verbally, and she couldn't help but interrupt him at the end, "No, I ... we do welcome other voidsent. I just don't know what to expect. I can't help but be on guard. As you know, our kind doesn't normally smile and wave at each other with polite grace as you have. I could possibly answer a few questions, but if I feel they are too invasive, I will have to skip the answer until I know you better. You can't blame me for being wary or protective of my home, myself, or my 'daughters.' "
Belz Kha ‘s head stayed lightly tilted to one side as she spoke, arms calmly crossed over his impressive chest. “I completely understand... but I have no interest in the barbaric power struggles of our people and never have. The entire reason I've approached is because, as Arahnea seemed to have suggested, you group is also of the more... civilized kind. I would think Arahnea would have informed you more about me after my last visit, but it seems there isn’t as much communication between the denizens of your sanctuary as I thought there would have been.” He simply said, giving a light shrug but offering Ceana a warm smile, his arms unfolding and falling calmly to his side, opening up his posture to seem more open and welcoming. He let out a gentle chuckle, a pleasant rumbling sound coming from deep within his lungs. “And I’m no news reporter... I do not wish to scrutinize you with my curious inquiries. From one civilized kin to another, I’m simply looking to build a friendly relationship. You rarely come across our types after all.” He explained.
The mention of Arahnea caused Ceana to instinctually bring her thumb and middle finger to the bridge of her delicate nose and lightly pinch. She closed her eyes as her face moved downcast and exhaled a tremendous heavy sigh, "haaaaaaa, oh Arahnea... the little spider...." She looked back up with an all-knowing smirk, "She was going through a rebellious phase recently. Her inexperience with others has caused her to assume the worst of me. She has been corrected, I assure you, in a painful way that didn't expend any aether. The others are secretive about private matters but keep me informed on important subjects that might affect the house and residents. I maintain the peace, and sometimes we enjoy each other's company. I apologize for our last meeting. I was caught off guard by... Arahnea's sudden body change. It put me in a sour mood, to say the least."

Belz Kha watched her with a certain amused curiosity sparkling in his frost-bitten gaze. He grinned gently seeing Ceana’s reaction to Arahnea. “Oh? The little spider is a troublemaker I see~?” He cooed gently, a fondness in his tone, followed by a warm knowing laughter. He nodded in understanding as Ceana explained the situation. “I understand. I know the burdens of leading an organization.” He simply said. “Did you prefer Arahnea’s original form? She expressed to me that she prefers the freedom her new body gives her although... I assume that is the explicit reason why she has caused you so much grief.” He said, a bright sharp-toothed grind stretching across his features as he chuckled pleasantly. Ceana Ramsay listened, milling over her thoughts as the man spoke, "So.. she has told you about her original form? I can see you have charmed her. Are you always this calming to those you speak to?" The vampire coyly smiled as a playful yet calculated giggle escaped her wet red lips. Her pearly whites glistened as she spoke once more, "And tell me, Belz , where is it that you reside? Surely a male as well groomed as yourself isn't homeless?"

Belz grinned warmly. “I’m not sure if I'm the one who’s been charmed by her adorable nature or if I’m the one who did the charming.” He said, gently. “But yes, I’ve been told I’m quite pleasant.” He said honestly, laughing breathily. “I own a condo in the Ingleside complex and some other property.” he explained. “I’ve been in this city for quite some time. I have to apologize again for not introducing myself any sooner when you all decided to settle here.” He added. The vampire tilted her head inquisitively, "Oh? When we got here? Did you know when Heat purchased the house? Surely you didn't.. did you?" Ceana squinted her eyes and smiled, "And... you have a thing for Arahnea? I must admit I assumed you and her... were more than friends. I honestly assumed you were the reason she changed her form. I suppose I was wrong?" The vampire couldn't help herself as she leaned forward, both her hands on the massage table as if she was hanging on his every word. This male was very interesting, so ....interesting.

Belz Kha laughed softly. “Of course not, but it’s usually quite easy to ‘feel’ when our people are close. Surely, I would’ve thought we would have noticed each other long before now.” He simply explained. He shook his head at her next question. “No. We simply met by coincidence. Her form had changed before we met.” He informed.
Ceana Ramsay 's lips squished to one side, expressing dissatisfaction, "You're right. I suppose I was hoping you were more than what I originally thought. I've had interactions with males that were extremely controlling and dangerous. I suppose you are more akin to a puppy than a wolf." Ceana stared him up and down for a moment, trying to analyze if her words stirred something in the male. After a few moments longer, she judged he was no danger and dropped her robes to the table. Her bare hands traveled to her chest, where she began unlacing her tight corset bodice, "You came here to soak, did you not?" Belz Kha simply held his comfortable smile. He chuckled lightly at her words. “A puppy huh? I guess I deserve that one for my more approachable nature.” He grinned brightly, not seeming the least bit insulted by her words. “I did!” He confirmed. “And to chat.” He added, reaching for his jacket and shedding it, placing it on the edge of the massage table Ceana was sitting at. “Let’s continued this in the comfort of the warm hot baths then?” He invited, grinning charmingly before slipping off his read shirt, leaving his torso completely bare, revealing a body that in no way could be attached to the title of a ‘puppy’. Ceana Ramsay felt her cheeks burning pink, and tried her best to keep her eyes off the male's hard flesh. Instead, she cast her eyes down, and removed her bodice, then carefully sliding off her boots, standing up to slip her mini skirt off, leaving her in only her small clothes, "
"I suppose you are cold? Is that a vessel you possess or...?" Belz Kha smiled gently at Ceana’s concern, slipping off his shoes and pants and placing them aside. “I was summoned into this world without the use of a vessel. This current form is indeed capable of feeling cold, but it does not bother me.” He explained openly. “Still... I would rather enjoy the warmth of the bath. It’s a more pleasant feeling.” He grinned, chuckling a bit before stepping aside and gesturing for Ceana to lead the way. Ceana Ramsay leaned down to pick up her clothes, a convenient distraction from the eye candy being unwrapped in front of her. She gently placed the unfolded garments in a pile on the table before taking a deep breath and walking confidently into the baths. She felt the hot water drift up her freezing skin as she slowly moved deeper and deeper. The vampire confidently flipped her hair over her shoulder, turning her head to face Belz as he, too, slowly lowered his hard body into the warming waters,
Ceana Ramsay: "A condo, you said? Is that all you can afford? Arahnea said you had a group of followers raising money for you. What was the money for? Your wardrobe?"
[19:16]Belz Kha followed Ceana into the hot water with a satisfied sigh. He sat down with her and couldn’t help the soft snort at her question. “Ouch...” He laughed softly. “I see Arahnea HAD spoken about me after all!” He grinned gently. “I don’t find value in lavishness. Although my pockets do run very deep and... are quite overflowing, a quaint condo is all I need.” he said honestly, “The money we raise is for charity purposes only. Only a small fraction goes to paying my employees.”
[19:26]Ceana Ramsay sat next to the man, watching his every expression as he communicated. He seemed to be speaking the truth. He had no reason to lie to her. Still, the idea of a voidsent raising money for altruistic purposes was a bit offputting. The pale elezen cocked a curious smile and couldn't help but twist her head inquisitively as she learned more about this bizarre male, "Charities? _HA! Next, you will say you would be willing to buy us a mansion! _{Ha ha ha}, oh my! What a hilarious jest!" Hopefully, the condescending tone of her mockery laughter wasn't lost on the puppy.

Belz Kha laughed along with her. After all, it wasn’t lost on him how silly all of this was. A voidsent doing charity for mortals? That was inconceivable! “I’m always happy to help my kin if there is cause for me to.” He simply said about the whole ‘buying them a mansion’ thing. “I haven’t lived as long as I have in this world by feasting like a brute. As you know, the trick to surviving here is to blend in. I believe I’ve grown quite good at it. It’s hard to be hated or suspected when you’re being so very helpful.” He explained openly. The baths were quiet and there was no one within earshot to pay any mind to this conversation.
The elezen was dumbfounded. At first, her jaw dropped a little before she quickly realized she looked like an idiot and promptly recovered by splashing warm water on her face. Hopefully, the male didn't catch her surprise before she turned up to meet his gaze once more. She looked him up and down and asked again for clarification to ensure she didn't misunderstand, "You would purchase a comfortable home for us? Just like that? Surely.. there would be a cost for this? Nothing good comes without a price, Sir Belz..."
[20:05]Belz Kha laughed wholeheartedly at her surprise and her next words, his shoulders jerking up and down wholesomely. “Well, perhaps not so leisurely. But if you were in desperate need of a new home and funds were low, I would be more than happy to help.” He confessed honestly. “Your sanctuary is very curious to me. I’m quite impressed and fond of it so it’s only natural that I would be willing to aid in its preservation... to a certain extent. Surviving on this world is difficult.” He said>
[20:06]Belz Kha: gently, looking to Ceana with his incredibly warm gaze, like a flame encased in ice.
[20:11]Ceana Ramsay: The gentleness of the man's words and his genuine, kind expression overwhelmed Ceana's senses, and she quickly splashed the warm water at him so he would focus his burning gaze on anything else, "Thank you. If the time ever comes when we desperately need it, I would gladly take all your money!" She bit her bottom lip playfully before continuing, " But for now, I will only accept gil in exchange for excess prey." Ceana giggled, watching the perfectly gelled hair melt from the contact with the hot water
[20:17]Belz Kha: The distraction worked because Belz looked down in surprise as water was splashed his way. Sadly for Ceana though, that only made him look back towards her with an even BRIGHTER smile, sending a bit of a splash her way in return. “Oh? You sell food to our kin? Auctions?” He wondered curiously. “Sadly, I’m not much for outsourcing my food. I have... very particular taste and I enjoy the hunt too much.” He explained before splashing a bit of water in his own face, running a hand back >
[20:17]Belz Kha: through his hair, some stubborn locks falling back onto his forehead persistently.
[20:24]Ceana Ramsay couldn't help but giggle playfully as he splashed the water back. The sound of her laughter was unnerving; could she really be laughing? Around a strange male voidsent? She lifted her hands up to cover her face so her lips wouldn't bleed into the hot pools; ~ "Ha ha ha." She placed her hands behind her hips and leaned back, relaxing in the cool midnight air while listening, "Is that right? What kind do you like? Do you prefer men? I wouldn't be surprised, honestly. Usually, when males are
[20:24]Ceana Ramsay: are as groomed and clean as you are, they prefer men just as well trimmed and toned."
[20:30]Belz Kha found her laughter to be quite cute. Meeting her now had allowed Belz to have somewhat more positive opinions of the somewhat neurotic voidsent beside him. “I have no preference on body types and genders. Lalafells and Vieras are particularly tasty. My preferences are in regards to personality, but I wouldn’t know how to explain it. It’s more of a gut feeling when I meet someone, and I just know they’ll make for a fine prey.” He simply explained, enjoying the warmth of the water >
[20:30]Belz Kha: as well. “Do you have any preferences, Lady Ceana?” He wondered, returning the question.
[20:35]Ceana Ramsay: Hearing his voice call her name was surreal. Just a few moments ago, she was on edge, expecting him to attack her. How could she have been so concerned, "They have to be attracted to this body? The ones that usually follow me where ever I want. If they fight, I kill them. If they submit to me, I keep them and feed on them until they wither. I don't care what race they are or their gender. Food is food."
Ceana Ramsay | VAMPIRE VOIDSENT — 02/11/2023 9:17 PM
Belz Kha nodded softly. “I see. I do appreciate... playing with my food so I too enjoy when they’re attracted to my form.” Belz confessed with a small chuckle. “So are you possessing this body you’re in?” He wondered as she spoke of her body as if it were an external thing.
]Ceana Ramsay nodded, looking up to the sky as the moon began to sink behind the stone buildings surrounding them, "Yes. When I was in our world, I was attacked and partially devoured. I used what aether I had to come here. I was lucky that it happened during Saint's wake. I had no idea at the time, but the distance or something between our world and this one is thin, making it so much easier to get here. This body was conveniently awaiting me. I have never thought of replacing it since it is so attractive.
Ceana Ramsay | VAMPIRE VOIDSENT — 02/11/2023 9:28 PM
Belz Kha listened to her story, nodding gently. “I see. Well I think you’re right. This body you’ve found is very beautiful indeed. I’m sure you have no trouble drawing in food like moths to flame.” He said softly, a gently purr in his tone as he spoke, his eyes respectfully looking her up and down to accentuate his point. “Nevertheless, this has been a lovely conversation and I hope you won’t mind me visiting now and then. Unfortunately, though, I have people waiting for me. We’re having an outing to the baths tonight.” He explained, jerking his chin over to the small group of people farther on the other side of the bath. The females wore black bikinis and males wore the same black trunks Belz had. They were all mortals of various races and statures. Belz leaned to the side towards Ceana a bit, “As for you... I will let you resume your previous activities...” He said in a more intimate and low tone, his eyes now shifting over to the small group of mortals Ceana had been oogling as Belz came around. “How lucky... Your food seems to have kindly waited for you...” He said, his eyes shifting back to peer into Ceana’s eyes. He smirked playfully and gave a quick wink before lifting himself to his feet. “'til next time, my Lady~” He purred, giving Ceana a polite bow before walking off to his group.

Before the sunrises, Ceana made it home safely. As she was removing her robe, she reached into her pocket and found a note:
"Dear Ceana,I thought I would leave you with my linkpearl... in case you wanted to 'take all my money'.linkpearl# [8675309}Sincerely,Belz"

The vampire stares dumbfoundedly at the note, wondering when the fuck he was able to slip the note into her pocket. It then dawned on her that this Belz.... was most likely stronger than her. The idea horrified and aroused her at the same time until.... she remembered who she was thinking about, "just a little puppy..."

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Invasion

Arsene Masters | The captain grumbles as he approaches the door, parchment in hand. With a rough hand, he wraps upon the door, the wood shaking under his first. "Open up!" barks the officer "we know you're there! We have a warrant!" He was already tired of this and looked towards the rest of his soldiers, giving each a nod to be on guard.
Luna AscentrixExodus looked to the captain of the squadron they led. Was a good thing she caught the listing for this, but it appears she wasn’t the only adventurer foolhardy enough to volunteer for investigation duty. That was likely her best target. For now though, she needed to play along with the investigation and find a way to get one or two distracted while the others were likely killed.
Ceana Ramsay slowly creaks the door open, peaking out into the sunny day with squinted eyes. The woman behind the door speaks in the most charmingly sweet voice, "Oh, I .. are you sure you have the correct house? We are immigrants and try to stay out of trouble, sir.."
Arsene Masters | "Off with it," he replies, shoving the parchment into the woman's chest "we're here looking for a fugitive. A warrant for it's detainment and arrest by the Holy See. You are required to allow us to search the premises or you and your fellow 'immigrants' will be detained." He lookes around behind the person, scanning the room for other individuals. "Are you alone or are there others here?"

Ceana Ramsay plays along as the brutish man shoves her backwards, clasping the warrant in feigned delicacy, "I..." she takes a moment to look over the valid warrant document, and a creepy grin twists on her lovely, glistening lips, "Oh, there might be some of my family in thier rooms. Although I'm not sure which room they are in...." The woman steps back, out of the knights's ways, and analytically begins sizing up the various knights quietly.
Arsene Masters | The captain steps inside, hand on the hilt of his saber as he cranes his head back and forth. Nobody so far, but it was a big manor...there had to be others. "You will tell us which rooms they are in," he barks again, narrowing his eyes at her "we are not going to allow anyone to deter this investigation." He waves a hand to the rest of his fellow knights. "Fan out and search the immediate area. I want people detained and brought here."
Luna AscentrixExodus: With the command to start searching given, Luna took her moment to speak up. “If I may interject, I believe it would be prudent if I and the other adventurer take guard at the perimeter, that way none can flee through the windows.”
Ceana Ramsay shrugs, offering an innocent smile, "I genuinely am not sure, sir. I am being cooperative! Please, feel free to enter them, sir. Your warrant says you have the right to search my house in its entirety.

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Arsene Masters | With a click of his tongue, he cast a glance to the adventurer that was brought along. "I don't care, go search. I'd rather you not get in our way."
Ariene TrauvaleuxLamia seems a little out of place, but confident with the presence of the knights. She just lets them do the talking and stands around to be muscle if she needs to be. When Luna calls for them to patrol the outside together, she shrugs her shoulders. She'd rather spend time with a fellow adventurer than the grouchy captain.
Arsene Masters | He turns his gaze back to Ceana. "Good. Everyone, you have your orders, stop sitting on your arses and fan out!" He barks to his team.
Strident NorsflameFamfrit The bigger ishgardian knights growls and nods to his commander. "Right away commander." His footsteps echos throught the halls as he leads the charge.
Luna AscentrixExodus gave a nod before heading towards the fence, “come with me, adventurer, let’s keep an eye out.”

Arsene Masters || The captain leaves the woman by her lonesome for a moment as he quickly checks upstairs. He investigates the immediate area, noticing nothing of peculiar notice. On the desk in one of the rooms, he could spy paperwork and books that may have contributed to the investigation. He returns back down to the main floor, to confront the woman. "Alright," he says with a growl "you will have to surrender all of your paperwork and other classified documents for our investigation." >>>
Arsene Masters: "We have proof you are harboring the fugitive and if you don't comply, you will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law."
Ceana Ramsay: "the only documents I have are over at my desk. It is just inheritance documents."
Arsene Masters: "I said all documents. I don't care. We will have to process them, as well as any business ledgers and tax documents." He swivels his head again to bark at his subordinate, before noticing they had stepped inside one of the rooms. Good. "Who else is here? I want names of all the individuals you account for."
Ceana Ramsay pressed a gloved finger to her bright lips before speaking, "Hmmm well, I think I might have them in the kitchen and sacred entry room. Which would you like to visit first, sir?"
Arsene Masters: "What in the hells is a sacred entry room?" he questioned, a brow visibly raised underneath his helm. "...no matter, take me there."
Ceana Ramsay nods.

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Ceana Ramsay stands back against the door, locking it before smiling at the poor captain, swirling the key around her finger
Arsene Masters | Striding inside, the captain took a quick look around the room. He noticed one individual in the back corner, pointing a finger towards them. "You there!" he barks "stand near against the wall! This is an investigation and if you do not comply, you will be arrested!" He turned his head back to the woman, not noticing she had locked the door. "Now where are these documents?"
Morahkiev Shadowgate was currently reading through a book in the corner. He very slowly slid it back on the shelf and turned around, putting his hands up. "...Very well, I will comply. I don't want any issues, sir." His eyes flicked over to Ceana... certainly she had this all under control, right?
Ceana Ramsay giggled playfully and shrugged before speaking, "I figured I get to see how you can handle this for once. I am only curious to see how mighty you actually are, Morah ♥" . With a flirtacious wink, she hopes this communicates she doesnt want to lift a finger.
Arsene Masters | Clicked his tongue, keeping his hand firmly on his blade. Oblivious to what she meant exactly, but with his own dubious feelings, he stepped up to the Au Ra in the corner. "You there, are you the one handling the ledgers this woman speaks of?" he barks "hand them over."

Morahkiev Shadowgate: "The ledgers? Of.. of course. Give me a moment to find them..." He wasn't exactly sure as to Ceana's context, but he'd play along, reaching for a large folder in the corner. He turned for a few long moments. "I hope this is the right one..." He lingered, trying to keep his back to the temple knight. His fingers twitched subtly over the folder, and unseen to the intruder his mouth moved slightly. Ceana could certainly feel Mora draw aether from his surroundings and imbue the ledger with it. The-
Morahkiev Shadowgate: Au-Ra turned, holding it out. "There you go, sir. It's all there."
Arsene Masters | The captain said nothing, instead snatching the pile of paperwork from him. He quickly began to flip through the files entailed, scanning for anything that might prove useful. Anything that would stand out of course, but given his years amongst the temple knights, it wouldn't be hard to find one...or maybe even just make one up. After having skimmed through most of the paperwork, he cast his glance back up to him. "There isn't anything here," he snarled "this is just nonsense...">>>
Arsene Masters "...documents bundled together. Give me the documents I requested or you will be arrested!"
Morahkiev Shadowgate || As the captain flipped through the documents and scattered them, a few suspicious sigils started to glow on the leaves of the discarded papers. Morahkiev snapped his fingers, his eyes glowing for a moment, as energy started flickering from the loose leaves of the 'nonsense documents', an array of painful lightning beginning to pour out of the symbols. It was meant to be shocking, distracting, long enough for Morahkiev to start pulling more aether from his surroundings, a latticework of-->
Morahkiev Shadowgate: -->power spreading from his feet across the floor. Sparks began accumulating on his fingertips. "I'm sorry, Captain, but your presence isn't welcome here. I suggest you leave or I will have to make an example of you..."

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Arsene Masters | The sudden amount of electricity coursing through his body caught the captain off guard, his body spasming and head thrown back momentarily, before the abrupt nature of the attack had fallen off. He quickly dropped the paperwork, kicking it to the side, clattering noisily against the wall. Drawing his sword, he narrowed his eyes on the Au Ra. "Attacking a knight? That's will be summary execution," he growled. He made a leap forward, thrusting his sword forward in a fencer's stance......aiming for the Au Ra's heart.
Ceana Ramsay dashed forward, grabbing the man's arm before it could get anywhere close to the darling Morah's firm body, "I think that is enough.... 'sir' " The vampire held him still, playfully toying with the man as she held his wrist back and squeezed until the little bones in his hand and wrist broke under the pressure.
Morahkiev Shadowgate was very ready to try to step out of the knight's strike--while he may be unarmed at the moment, he was born a warrior and knew how to dodge an attack. Ceana stepped in however, catching the knight's arm. "My lady, be careful!" He shouted, as fire started to lift from the latticework and form an orb in front of him that he released at the Captain. "Get down, mother!" She managed to buy him enough time to release his spell, but he didn't want to hurt her in turn, either.
Arsene Masters | The captain screamed in agony as he felt the bones shatter in his wrist. His adrenaline pumping, he quickly tried to shrug off the pain, his body attempting to lean down. His sword had clattered to the floor and he desperately tried to reach for it with his other hand. But out of the corner of his eye, he could see magickal energies swirling around the Au Ra. Fear now coursing through his veins, he tried to grab his sword, attempting to swing wildly at the woman...>>>
Arsene Masters ...desperately trying to get this woman away from him and whatever attack this thing was trying to do.

Ceana Ramsay watches Morah as the fire ball glows. The orange reflection lights up her wide eyes as she panics and jump to her right to dodge the huge fire ball. The ends of her cape are singed as she crawls to the door, shakily, "KILL HIM MORAH!", Ceana screams, before she claws her way out of the door
Morahkiev Shadowgate: "Say whatever prayers to your goddess in the last moments you have yet, righteous fool!" Morahkiev shouts, drawing the fire together in a final fiery orb of annihilation, hot enough to melt down armor and some of the stonework under the knight's feet. His eyes were blank in focus, psychopathically clear, even as they glowed in the orange miasma of his spell. The idea of incinerating a man alive didn't bother him....
Arsene Masters | Without thinking, the man stumbled forward, his mind no longer focused on the searing pain in his wrist, but instead fearing the ball of fire that had been conjured around him. Letting out a frenzied scream, he charged to the door, tripping over himself and falling onto the masonwork floor. He crawled forward, his legs having lost their strength as he tried to push himself up and to the door. If only he could move faster! He let out another scream, his hand reaching to the knob.
Morahkiev Shadowgate started walking slowly after the Captain. "...Trying to flee? Is a little heretic such as my self so... terrifying... to the likes of Ishgard's greatest? Hm?" A whip of fire formed at his hand, and he lashed it out at one of the knight's sprawled legs, trying to drag him back from the doorknob. He didn't want this knight escaping and causing even more of a ruckus.
Arsene Masters | The captain could feel his leg grabbed by something, a burning sensation that only forced another high pitched shriek from his legs. His hand frantically clawed at the floor, pulling himself as much as he could away from the monster. He grasped and clawed, bloodying his own fingers in the process as he tried to get something of a grip. He could only shriek in terror as he realized he couldn't get away.
Morahkiev Shadowgate: "Say. Your. Prayers." His fingers trembled as he quite bodily dragged the temple knight away from the door with his fire whip, and then jolted his arm backward so the knight would end up on his back staring up at the black-robed Xaela staring up at him. "Beg to Halone. Plead for her to wrest you from this torment. For her to drive her spear into my chest and show me her righteous fury." He grins, his free hand starting to form magmic 'claws' over his fingertips, burning weapons dripping with -->
Morahkiev Shadowgate: hot bright gold magma. They solidified into a strange golden fiery glove. ...It hurt him, yes, the heat, but he enjoyed it too, he enjoyed the temple knight's screams.

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The captain could nothing but stare in fear at the monster before him, his leg on fire and his wrist screaming in agony. He couldn't say anything, rational thought had left him and he could only flail his body, doing anything he could to get away, as a frightened animal would. He forced his body to turn onto its side, trying once more to crawl away, to do anything in this situation. He could spy his sword nearby, his own last salvation. He crawled as hard as he could...>>>
Arsene Masters ...doing anything to try and reach the blade. He screamed and whined, as each clawing at the ground only hurt him more.

Morahkiev Shadowgate eyed the sword and with his whip, he hooked the tongue of fire around it and dragged it to the Knight's grasp. "...You want this?" He cajoled. "Your salvation, dear knight..." Unfortunately, the touch of Morahkiev's flame the sword made it so hot that it would scald and burn, adhering melting metal to the man's palm. "...Please, do defend yourself! I am an honorable Dotharl..." He smirked, standing there with his magmic claw and whip. He was toying with the poor man, he realized...
Arsene Masters | The captain could feel his hand wrap around the hilt of his familiar sword, but only to feel shooting pain rocket throughout his body. He let out another agonized scream, his hand burning intensely as he wrapped it around. He couldn't let go of the blade, it was too hot and it seemed to melt his glove into the steel. He flung his arm back, the sword dragging itself with it as chunks of seared meat stuck to the blade, knocking into the wall. He couldn't feel anything other than pain...>>>
Arsene Masters ...the tendrils of unconsciousness slowly claiming him.
Morahkiev Shadowgate: "....Alright then, sleep." He said as he realized the knight was drifting from him. "Let blackness take you." He knelt down, putting his magmic-clawed hand on the knight's throat, meaning to burn through the armor and singe his fleshy neck, making him silent. His smile curled his silver features as he smelled scorched flesh and melting metal.... ....It was too bad the knight couldn't last longer in this state. The things he could do... "...Farewell, sir knight."
Arsene Masters | The captain could do nothing but scream as the creature's hand moved closed to him. Ilm by ilm, it approached and his eyes grew only wider in fear. Until he could hear the sizzling of his own flesh, and the smell of burning meat enter his nostrils for only a moment. The metal had seeped into his laryx and he could feel nothing but searing pain. The tendrils grew wider around his sight, until eventually, everything went black. The captain's arms dropped to the ground, his entire frame...>>
Arsene Masters ...motionless as he was cooked. Whatever light had been in his eyes had been gone now.

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Morahkiev Shadowgate looked down at the knight with his eyes slightly widened and twitching in near ecstatic glee, but... it was done. The knight was gone. Morahkiev had just committed murder in cold (or boiling?) blood, and this would mark him as personae-non-grata in Ishgard. He had to tell Ceana, and see if other knights had attacked the rest of the manor. The others could be in danger.... "Ugh, what a mess," he looked to the scorched man he'd left on the floor. ...Well. That was the knight's fault for—
Morahkiev Shadowgate: trying to arrest him, right?

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after ceana left the summoning room: Ariene TrauvaleuxLamia screams out at the sudden pain of being crippled to the floor "Ahhh!" she cried out and collapsed to the floor, eyes wide at the tonberry "What the- no! What!?" she couldn't get her bearings at all, her sword falling to the floor. Nari Nulah walks toward the crippled intruder. Looking around, she glances at Leon. "What's going on?" Leon Jones: "She is for Lady Ceana?" Leon muttered, looking down at the human with disgust. "I hope she will be to my MIstress's standards... Adventurer's stink." Leon huffed, glaring at the blood spreading across the floor and then glaring daggers into Areine as if it was her fault for making a mess.Tonberry Slasher looks at Ariene. "Since it seems you'll be with us a bit...would you care for some refreshments? I assume you'll be starting to get thirsty aaaany moment, and Nari here is in charge of our kitchen. What do ya say?" Ariene TrauvaleuxLamia picked her sword back upand started to swing it feebly at the people surroundng her "Get back! All of you!" Tonberry Slasher gently pats Ariene Trauvaleux. Ceana Ramsay shakily comes out of the private rooms, her cape singed. She gives her bustiea a firm tug as she pulled herself together after seeing a fireball so close to her body, "Everyone, I am glad to see you have dispatchted the intruders." The vampire stalked forward, her beaming red eyes casting a soul piercing stare at the elezen on the floor. Leon Jones bows politely.

Luna AscentrixExodus gave a nod. “Much as I wish I could have brought better prey, this one happened to be caught on my ice so to speak.” SHe looked towards Nari to answer her question. “The escaped prey from the other night called for an investigation, they brought some adventurers along. We are the two adventurers.” At the appearance of Ceana, she turned to face her hopefully mother. “Ah, glad to see you untarried.”
[20:24]Tonberry Slasher: rp order(Luna > Leon > Ariene > Slasher > Nari > Ceana

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[20:25]Leon Jones looks over as his Mistress appeared and immediately bow. "Mistress..." He greeted before taking his place by her side, noticing the slight burn to her cape. He would ask later to avoid putting her in an embarrassing position.
[20:26]Ariene TrauvaleuxLamia panted quietly as she watched the blood draining quickly from her sliced ankles. As Ceana approached, she threatened her with the sword, but she was shaking both from fear and blood loss at this point. She looked faint "You... You're all working together...?" she asked weakly "What is this...?"
[20:29]Tonberry Slasher sighed, saddened by the rudeness of his fellow groundwalkers. Rapidly extracting his chef's knife, he instantly frees poor Ariene of the burdens of her right hand's fingers, extracting a hankerchief soon after as her blade chatters to the floor. "Come now m'lady. Manners? How would you like it if someone pointed a knife at you?" He turns to Ceana. "Forgive mer mistress. Shes...uncultured."

[20:30]Ariene TrauvaleuxLamia looks at Tonberry Slasher in shock!
[20:30]Tonberry Slasher consoles Ariene TrauvaleuxLamia.
[20:32]Nari Nulah moved towards Ceana, relieved to see the groups head. "Lady Ceana, what's happening? A knight barged into the kitchen and attacked me!"
20:34]Ceana Ramsay growled with fury, barely able to maintain her composure as she stepped forward. Her gloved hands ripped off the elezen's helmet and tossed it to the side with such fury that it collapsed in on itself like a soda can, "WHEN ARE MORE COMING, YOU FUCKING TRASH?" she brought a hand to her lips, where she bit at her glove, yanking her hand free so it more readily grasped the lone elezen by the hair. The vampire's pale fingers roughly threaded through the adventurer's strands til she held them >
[20:34]Ceana Ramsay: them firmly and pulled his face to match her intimidating gaze, "According to the warrant, they are here to arrest a Tonberry for murder.
[20:35]Leon Jones fades into the background, quietly half-listening to the conversations and exchanges until needed again. His eyes quiet gaze at the mutilated Elezen with the smallest of satisfied smile. That’s right. Fucking suffer. Leon’s black eyes silently glimmered with a self-serving hate.

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[20:36]Luna AscentrixExodus almost felt sorry for the young adventurer. Almost. Unfortunately, her fate was sealed the moment she showed up to help with the investigation. “She’s the last of them Ceana, I kept her outside for a bit to spread out the squadron somewhat. And to bring her in as my sacrifice to you. No other adventurers responded to the call, though once these knights fail to return I’m sure there will be many more to come.” She spoke calmly, now seeing the full fury of the leader of the house.
[20:38]Ariene TrauvaleuxLamia stared at her mangled hand as her sword fell away. She didn't even get a chance to react before the creature had sliced right through her again. When the woman approached her and picked her up by force to interrogate her, she was too terrified to fight back anymore "I-I don't know." she whined quietly "I-I'm not a knight, they didn't tell me anything, please, I'm just here for a job, I don't know what this is, I won't say anything to anybody, I promise, please." she quietly begged,>
[20:39]Ariene TrauvaleuxLamia: > starting to tear up quickly.
[20:42]Tonberry Slasher pats Ariene's thigh reassuringly. "Now now...no use meeting Halone with tears and trembles. Are you going to die? Yes. Is it gonna be slow? Probably. is it gonna be painful? We've already established that. But, answer our questions..and we promise you we'll...we.....uh..." Slahser suddenly looks to Leon and nari. "Gods...this one's literally fucked...I mean..shes literally got nothing to live for..." He turns back to Ariene. "On second thought..you...You do you. If you need to cry...do it."

[20:43]Nari Nulah moves over to the wall, leaning against it to rest as the more experienced handle any further killing.
[20:44]Ariene TrauvaleuxLamia weeps in sorrow before Tonberry Slasher.
[20:45]Tonberry Slasher weeps in sorrow before Ariene TrauvaleuxLamia.
[20:47]Ceana Ramsay stood up, releasing the elezen's hair, and turned to face the group, "Everyone, we will be leaving. Pack everything essential. If you don't have anything to pack, then help our tonberry pack the precious grimoires and magical items." The vampire turned to Luna, "Luna, I accept your sacrifice, and I will be taking the sigil when the time allows. For now, I need you to go to Arahnea and help her find a way to get out from the tunnels." Ceana then looked down at Nari and Leon, "You two, >
[20:48]Ceana Ramsay: please lock this filth in the dungeon. I will deal with them later. For now, I need to go secure several carriages for us to leave." The vampire was quiet for a moment as she replaced the glove on her bare hand, "Luna, please explain to Arahnea what occured when you help you evacuate. Does anyone have any questions? Before I leave?"
[20:49]Ceana Ramsay: typoe correction: you help Arahnea evacuate. Does anyone have any questions? Before I leave?"
[20:52]Tonberry Slasher has no more, but graciously bows to Ceana for the consideration of helping to preserve the library;s many treasures.
[20:52]Luna AscentrixExodus gave a nod, “If you could bring a covered carriage to one of Arah’s tunnel exits in the western highlands, that would help greatly in evacuating her true body out of here.” She made to leave towards Arah’s tunnels. “If I may, I’ll bring my things back after informing Arahnea and come in the carriages with you. Or tell me the location and I can find you when I’m able to make my own escape.”

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[20:53]Leon Jones watched with absolute apathy. They will die because they are weak and lack the will to live. They’re no survivor and they probably deserved it anyway. Fucking monster. His attention was snapped back to reality as Lady Ceana spoke to him. “Right away, Mistress. Although... if left like this, Mistress, they will die of blood loss before you can have a bite.” He said, glancing to his Mistress before giving a quick bow of his head. He moved to the dying adventurer. “Lady Nari, can you>
[20:53]You nod to Luna AscentrixExodus.
[20:53]Leon Jones: grab the arms? I’ll get the legs.” He said, reaching down and grabbing the Elezen by the ankle, gripping the open wound with intent to inflict pain as he yanked their legs up.
[20:54]Nari Nulah quickly moves to help Leon, grabbing the intruder by the legs and lifting. "On your lead, Leon."
[20:54]Ariene TrauvaleuxLamia screamed out toward the door when Leon grabbed her "HELP! HELP ME! THEY'RE GOING TO KILL ME! They're go..." it was then that the rapid loss of blood finally caught up to Ariene, and her voice left her mid-word as she passed out on the floor.
[20:56]Tonberry Slasher scratched his head. "...poor lass. I'm sure your deeds in life we'rent deserving of this. But..are not those the proverbial lemons ever dropping at our feet.." He shook his head and stretched. "And now...to carefully remove all my precious milf po....err..magical tomes and books! MUST preserve them, yes." He turns to the library.
[20:57]Arahnea Aalz-arak emerged from the tunnels, her au ra puppet glancing about the room expecting to find havoc and disorder... "I take it everyone already knows about the knights... Oh well."

[20:58]Nari Nulah grips the strangers legs tightly, doing her best to lift her. "To the dungeons, then?" She glanced at Leon, awaiting his lead. She did her best not to feel sympathy for the intruder, despite her cries. It was HER choice to attack them.
Ceana Ramsay called out to Arahnea, "Luna will fill you in. I have to leave and get the money for carriages and a new home." The vampire cooly spun on her heal, her cape flying in the wind as she walked with purpose to the door, "My precious daughters, please be careful until we are all safe. I will return shortly." And with that, she stepped out into the now dark night, pulling out her linkpearl to call a particular voidsent male.
[21:05]Arahnea Aalz-arak raised a brow, "Huh... I see. Well... That's... Sudden. All of my puppets can be brought anywhere, really. Well, except my newest. I don't know how well the knight will fare. He will need a new outfit at the very least."

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Belz Kha had just stepped out, watching his earlier guest walk away into the cold air as his linkpearl began to ring. The caller was not familiar to him but he was used to having random callers, he does own a charity. He lifted a hand to answer the call.
Ceana Ramsay an unnerving silence is all that is heard on the linkpearl, and a quiet almost undetectable sound of water flowing before being interrupted by a soft, alluring voice, "Hello, Belz.... How are you this evening?" While she speaks, the sound of the flowing water diminshes, indicating she was moving away from the source.
Belz Kha felt a voidsent presence, his gaze shifting to look from side to side as he answered the caller just in time to see the edge of a cowl disappear to the side of the building. He turned to follow but paused at the sound of the voice. “...Dearest Ceana, what a pleasure to hear from you this evening. I’m doing quite well, how are you...?” He spoke in his usual velvety voice but it sounded a little more... gruff than usual. Belz began quietly marching in the direction of the cowl and this
sense of another voidsent.

Ceana calling him at this exact time was also quite the curious coincidence.
Ceana Ramsay hopped up to the bushes on the side of the apartment, the barely noticeable leaf rumbling could be heard on the linkpearl, "I hope this isn't a bad time. I was just strolling around the Empyreum, stalking an impressive target" , The vampire did not hear his voice from the first floor windows, so she playfully giggled as she hopped down from the bushes, and found a convenient set of stairs on the back end of the building, exploring up the stairs to the second floor's many windows.
“Oh? Stalking someone are you?” He wondered in mild amusement, wondering why she would be telling him this as he continued to stalk his very own target. “Who might that be?” He asked but as he did, the sounds coming from the background of her call seemed oddly familiar... and then he finally caught a glance of the person walking around their building and he paused. This was a woman in a very familiar cloak walking up the stairs to the second floor. He stayed at the bottom of the stairs, looking up to her as she climbed higher, a sharp grin spreading across his cheeks.

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Ceana Ramsay felt the presence grow more robust as if she was getting closer. She was so excited that her plan was working that she almost missed Belz's words, "No one for you to worry about. I don't plan on eating him or anything. Sometimes it is important to keep an eye on interesting persons." Ceana thought she heard Belz's voice, but not from the windows. The pale elezen tilted her head in confusion before deciding he didn't live on the second floor and moved to the third floor.
Belz continued his pursuit. He walked up the stairs, following her. He let out a low, quiet chuckle, enough for her to hear through the linkpearl but not in the wind around them. He watched her practically licking at the windows, pressing an ear and stalking each condo and each apartment, “I see... Well, do you require any assistance with your stalking or were you simply inspired to call me when you clearly seem busy yourself?” He spoke in his usual calm and gentle tone, nothing that would carry. After he replied, Belz began closing the distance between them quietly, letting her think she was getting closer, he could see her right in front of him, but she seemed very distracted by her endeavour to look his way so he continued his silent approach, listening to her reply.

The overjoyed elezen couldn't help herself when she began giggling. She quickly covered her mouth with a gloved hand, muffling her chuckles. Belz's giggles came through, and she played off her chuckling like she was flirting, "Tee hee hee, I doubt a puppy like you would be able to stalk any prey. I simply called because I was bored. You see, this target has been rather simple to stalk. Right now, I'm about to hone in on his apartment. You would laugh if you knew how easy it is to find a target when you know what building they live in." The smug, arrogant woman joyfully pranced to the next set of windows. Belz's presence kept growing stronger and stronger, and she almost could not contain her joy at learning his exact apartment number.

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Belz Kha continued to approach her, his cheeks were almost aching from how much he was grinning. Now, wasn’t that just the most adorable thing? Like watching a cute little kitten, all clumsy and excited, stalk their stuffed mouse with utmost confidence. Ceana suddenly found herself shrouded in a looming shadow. Belz was standing right behind her. He leaned forward over her shoulder, bringing his face intimately close to hers. He was holding a hand up to his forehead as he tried peering into the window before them. “That is indeed, my condo.” He spoke, softly, his voice crystal clear both from the linkpearl but much more from the fact his lips were so close to her ears. “Congratulations. It seems you’ve found your target.” He said, smiling gently as his head turned to look to her now, amusement glimmering in his eyes. “I’m sure a ‘puppy’ like me could learn much from your techniques.” He teased gently, his smile stretching into a sharp-toothed grin as he let out a low and heartfelt chuckle. There was no hostility in his tone despite his larger frame quite literally cornering her to the ornate window.

Ceana Ramsay saw a tall shadow darken the window's reflecting pane and a woody musk scent flood her senses. A radiating warmth crept over her shoulder as she saw a black horn flood her peripheral vision, followed by a familiar voice that softly invaded her ears. As Belz spoke, her joyful smile slowly faded, and her emotions were pulled deep inside, muffled behind the now calm, poised exterior. Her mind was racing a thousand thoughts a second, and she was only able to maintain practiced calm as she focused on the lacy fabric against her delicate, dangerous fingers, ".......... (silence) ...." She froze, scared to move while she waited for his wrath.

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The way Ceana’s blood ran cold, the way she tensed up and all that giggly energy was instantly sucked out of her soul. There was nothing quite as satisfying at this. The ‘surprise’ delivered along with an overwhelming sense of dread. Belz was content. He quieted himself and instead, a black leather-gloved hand reached under her chin, gently grasping it and turning her face to look at him, into his bright, frigid eyes and deep into the dancing blazes deep inside. “Come now... Where’s all your excitement gone, dear?” He spoke gently, holding the eye contact for merely a moment, but in the tense and dreadful silence that followed, that second probably felt more like an eternity. And then, just like that, Belz let her go, taking a step back from her to ‘free’ her from the cage and give her space. “I’m not angry, dearest, please don’t be so tense. This was... surprising... but not particularly unpredictable. To be suspicious is an important virtue for us to survive in this world. I know where you lived but you didn’t know mine. It’s only natural that you would see fit to make the grounds even although... You could’ve just asked, my dear.” He said, giving her a gentle smile.

Ceana Ramsay was very careful as she obeyed the man's soft touch as he gently led her to face him. Her body turned, following his finger, turning to face him fully. Usually, she would bashfully avoid his gaze, unable to hide her blushing cheeks as her glowing red eyes side glanced to avoid his icy blue stare. However, something was different this time. The vampire cooly looked up into Belz's eyes as if her crimson eyes were piercing through him, and Ceana's face seemed to be missing all sincere expression, leaving an empty, serene, cold mask in its place, "So, you understand why I wanted to know where you lived? I .. didn't want you to know .... I knew... where you lived...... "

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Belz Kha let out a soft chuckle. “Of course, I understand, dear...” He said softly. “As I've said before though, I’m not looking for trouble, I would appreciate if we could have a certain level of trust amongst kin... although... if you’re going to scuttle about trying to get information behind my back... I might start to feel inclined to think that, in contrary to mine, your intentions might not be so harmless.” He said in the same calm tone, reaching a hand up to brush back his hair. “...So if that is the case... What, pray tell, should I do about that hn?” He asked, again, there was no threat in his tone, but he didn’t need to, his usually warm gaze had grown painfully icy, keeping a plain expression on his face as he looked down at the Elezen before him.

Ceana Ramsay shifted her crimson eyes between Belz's icy blue orbs, not betraying her internal turmoil or anxiety from the situation she put herself in. She crossed her arms, feeling little comfort from closing her body language off, and responded with a distant poise, "Whatever do you mean? I'm sure you have secretly uncovered information from Arahnea. She is known to be unable to maintain secrets of the most classified kind. I am merely being discrete in learning about you. Nothing wrong with being with being curious, is there? I can't exactly call you and demand answers from you. We are perfect strangers."

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Belz Kha: response was not recorded
Paraphrasing for Belz: I want nothing to do with you or your group. Begone Thot.
SUGAR DADDY LOST :(

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Ringing from an unknown linkpearl number to Belz
Belz Kha >> "Hello, Belz here, how can I be of service...?" Came Belz's voice.
Ceana Ramsay "....I would like to apologize...."
Belz Kha >> He frowned. "Ah... Dear Ceana, I thought I've told you I cut ties with you and your lot." He said, displeasure clear in his tone.
Ceana ".. you did... but... I really need your help. You are the only person I know that can help us."
Belz Kha : "You're using me. You've broken my trust. I have no interest in helping people who have no interest in building a rapport and who behave in disrespectful ways."
Ceana Ramsay: " I am very sorry. I promise I will make it worth it, although I'm not sure what I can offer. I will try my best to make it a fair trade so you don't feel that way."

Belz Kha >> There was a silence from Belz's side for a moment as he mulled it over. He did stll have interest in the people involved in Ceana's little sanctuary. It would be in his interest to renew his ties but... "Alright. I will help and I ask nothing in return save for one thing. You will promise me that you will treat me with respect this time around, and give me benefit of the doubt in the hopes of building a friendly relationship." He said, letting his proposition linger before speaking up once more. “However, you have shown me that your words cannot be trusted, and so, I will have you sign a covenant, preventing you from taking any actions with ill intent towards me or that would put me in a bad situation. As for me, you simply have to trust that I have no ill intent towards you and your group. If you can put your absolute trust in me, I will gladly help you and your group in any way I can. And for that, you have my word.”
Ceana's stomach turned for the first time in a very long time. She was silent for a moment, trying her best to think of a way out of this predicament before responding, Ceana: "Do you mean, you want my sigil? Also... I seem to be forever curious about you. I don't know why. Would I be allowed to ask questions to you? I just want to know more about you, you are so different than what I've encountered before."

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Belz Kha : "Not quite. Although I will need your sigil to do it, I will bind your intentions to a spell curse that will banish you to the void if our agreed terms are broken." He explained. "Of course, trying to find a way to break this spell will count as you having ill intentions towards me and result in your banishment as well." He added. "And of course, you may ask away, dearest. I will be more than happy to tell you all that I can that you would like to know, from one trusting party to the other.” He agreed, the tone of his voice considerable softening into a warmer, much more welcoming tone. “If you consent, I will visit your estate now, and form the contract. After which, you may state your request for help.”

Ceana closed her eyes as she took a deep breath, and exhaled a desperate sigh, "I consent. I don't have much of a choice right now. I would prefer to do this somewhere away from my home. I do not want my 'daughters' knowing about this."
Belz Kha : "Right then, I trust you remember where to find me?"
Ceana Ramsay: "........yes.... I will be there shortly I suppose..." Ceana was already outside of Belz' condo location, just out of distance where he could sense her presence. The black robed vampire strolled forward, to meet the voidsent male.
Belz Kha: "Welcome... Please follow me into my home. I would hate to make a scene in such a public place." He said gently, giving Ceana a soft smile.
Ceana Ramsay quietly nodded, and followed quietly behind belz
Belz Kha lead Ceana up to his penthouse condo, gently closing and locking the door behind them to avoid any unwanted distractions. “Very well. If you are sure about this, I will now have your sigil, if you would, please?” He asked politely, patiently watching. Belz’s condo was simple and sleek. Modern and luxurious.
Ceana Ramsay removed her gloves and began cutting the sigil into her palm with her sharp nail. The congealed blood oozed to the surface as the vampire completed the cuts in perfect symmetry. Her crimson eyes looked up to the xaela, "Where? Usually, voidsent record it on something. It is a very easy thing to forget, these precise markings, after all."

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Belz Kha smiled gently at her words. “I will only use it this once. I will not hold your sigil hostage over you, that was not our agreement. I do mind forgetting it after this day.” He said simply, reaching down to gently grab onto her wrist, looking at the bloody sigil. “Now... this will come to no meagre cost of aether on my part, but I have only myself to blame for wanting proper insurance. Now, I will hide nothing from you and tell you exactly what I am about to do. I will use your sigil to banish you to the void... except, instead of having your banishment be immediate, I will seal the banishment spell under a covenant that will be sealed into your sigil... or into your soul if you would prefer. A binding mark will appear on your skin. If the mark is broken, you will be banished.” With that, Belz focused on Ceana’s sigil. He held her wrist, palm up to be able to have clear view of her sigil and placed his other hand against Ceana’s chest above her breasts. “Here goes...” He warned and then the air about them grew cold, a wind swirled around them as a large amount of aether was being focused. Belz’s eyes ignited, the icy blue melting into a blazing glowing flame. Bright oranges and reds consuming his entire sclera. As the binding took place, Ceana could feel a searing sensation as the mark etched itself onto her soul and onto her skin.
The sight of flames bursting from the man's eyes sent fear flooding the elezen. She tried to pull away but was paralyzed by the burning pain searing into her dead flesh. The woman almost dropped to her knees, but to save face, she locked her knees straight and stared back into Belz's firey eyes, biting her lip as she bared through the pain. Without meaning to, she moved her free hand to Bel'z arm, where she gripped it to support herself as his covenant was seared into her sigil. As he continued, she looked down and saw a strange mark growing on her left wrist, glowing bright blue until Belz stopped. The second the searing pain ended, Ceana lost control of her legs. She would have collapsed on the spot if it wasn't for her grasp of the man's arm.

Belz Kha as the spell concluded, Belz let out a deep breath, the flames cooling down and his eyes returning to normal. He felt Ceana’s legs give out and quickly let go of her wrist to catch her by the waist and pull her against his chest. “It is done. And now it is time that I uphold my end of the bargain. Matron Ceana, how can I help.” He said, holding the Elezen to himself with a gentle but supportive grip as he looked down to her with warmth in his icy gaze. Ceana Ramsay was lightheaded from the pain and struggled to regain her composure. Usually, she could focus on her gloves to help distance herself from her surroundings and internal turmoil, but she realized she had removed them to carve the sigil. Her brilliant red eyes closed, and she felt warmth spread across her chest. Cool breath was felt on her cheeks, and she opened her eyes to see Belz' looking down at her. Rosy pink color grew in her cheeks as she lost herself in his warm touch and soft gaze. A moment passed before his words interrupted her odd daydream, and she quickly recovered and bashfully looked away from his icy blue eyes, "Right, yes. We were discovered. We quickly disposed of the knights that invaded our home, but we needed to move. I was hoping you would cover the cost of carriages, and a new home. It can't be in Ishgard."

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Belz Kha listened to her needs and nodded gently. “I see... I understand. Consider it done, dearest.” He spoke, Ceana being able to feel his deep words resonating in his chest as she was pressed against him so firmly. “Do you need assistant in finding a new home? I could ask my contacts for plots in Gridania or Ul’dah. Alah Migo has also been doing great strides in reconstruction.” He explained. “I assume this is a case of utmost urgency, do not worry. You will find yourself fully financed for your move and your new estate, but I shall only provide the money, I will let you have everything to your name. I am not trying to have any leverage over your group.” He explained with true honestly.
]Ceana Ramsay brought her hands to her face as an overwhelming flood of relief swept through her. She was so afraid and desperate. She took a step back, giving the man the proper space and respect that he deserved, and quietly spoke, her nerves and anxiety making her voice shaky, "I am sorry for grabbing your arm like I did. I hope you can forgive my invasion of your personal space. Thank you for catching me. I.. thank you for funding us. I feel disgraced for having to rely on you. I.." Ceana bit her lip and nodded, "Right, well... I would accept any place you are willing to fund. I would prefer a place where ... you could maybe.. bribe the guards?" Ceana nervously fidgeted, squeezing both hands, and waited for the bad news.

Belz Kha gently tilted his head at her meek behaviour. “Now... There’s no need to apologize or talk to me with such reverence.” He said, letting her go but reaching to her and gently tilting her chin with a gloved hand so she would look at him. “We are to be friends, are we not? And so we should be of equal standing.” He said simply. “Be at ease.” He added before removing his hand. “Perhaps Ul’dah would be best then. The Blades are easily bribed...” He said, now lifting a had to tap his chin in thought. “I assume, your group is of a significant size, are you looking to accept more into your sanctuary? If so, a sizeable mansion would be best for you to live in comfort. If you trust me in finding you a place, I can have you set to move in by tomorrow night. Would that be a manageable delay?”

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Ceana Ramsay: As Belz's gloved fingers took her chin, the vampire froze in panic. Her wide eyes were forced to meet his, and then Ceana immediately brought her hands to cover her burning red face. She tried to play it off like she was sneezing and made a pathetic fake sneeze that anyone could see through, "Yes, right, I would love a mansion, but you have already done so much. I also believe I still dont deserve a mansion due to my inappropriate behavior. We often welcome other women voidsent into our group, so a larger home than what we had would be preferred. I would love it if you could manage it for tomorrow night. Also, could you give me the funds to order carriages? The distance between Ishgard and Uldah is too great for all of us to travel without detection.

Belz wished her farewell and saw her to the door, letting her out.

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Heat Vallgheist timidly enters the estate intrusted to her by Cardnal Vellgheist's business associate. It holds a few memories precious to her, but none worth backing out in her agreement on. Closing the door behind her, she smiles at Ceana whose busy with tasks. "I..take it the accomadations are to your liking m'lady? You should have all the paper work you require now."
Ceana Ramsay pushes the chair back, and slowly removes her black robes, "The deeds are in my name?" Ceana's back was facing the horned elezen, revealing the pale skin on her back as the robe slid away.
Heat Vallgheist nods quickly, trying not to let her gaze molest Ceana's alluring form. "Every last one of them. From here on out, you'll hold a spot in fair mother Ishgard long as the House of Vallgheist stands true." She looks around at Ceana's craftsmenship. "You took no time in getting it spruced up nicely I must say."
Ceana Ramsay leaves her crimson gloves on her pale hands and slowly begins unlacing the front of her top, "That is wonderful. And your sigil? I don't remember. Did you ever learn what it was and sign it to me in the transcription?"

Once unlaced, the vampire removed her top and set it next to her journal.
Heat Vallgheist 's eyes immediately widen at the removal of Ceana's top. She swallows, a full blush appearing across her fair skin, not exactly sure how to respond. "M-my sigil..? MY SIGIL! Y-Yes! L-Lady Ceana...just as you ordered. Ironically, I only recently learned of their significance from my mother. I trust it will be in good hands with you?" As she speaks, for a reason she can't fathom, she feels her pulse begin to race murderously...
Ceana Ramsay turns to face Heat, and leans against the desk, "Wonderful, wonderful." She lifts her foot up, pointing her toes at Heat, "Be a dear and help me take these off?" Heat Vallgheist lets off a genuine gasp of confusion...though not at all an unpleasurable sensation. Her hands slowly drift towards Ceana's raised boot. She swallows, confused at her own reaction in spite of her perpetually perverse nature. "L-Lady Ceana...just what are you up to?" She can't help but gaze upon Ceana's ravishing curves, slightly angered that she should be so quickly taken in by the one who nearly killed her a few days ago. Her hands begin to untie the laces..
Ceana Ramsay doesn't answer Heat's question, and patiently waits for the other woman to assist Ceana with undressing, "Hmmmm, please put the boots behind the bookshelf. I dont want others to dirty them."
Heat Vallgheist submissively nods, an act typically grossly uncharacteristic of her. Her pulse only accelerates all the further as she raises, taking the boots with her. "Over here?" she asks, gesturing to her right...
Ceana Ramsay stands up, and unzips her skirt down the center, where it opened into a straight piece of cloth, "Perfect my dear, perfect!" Ceana lifts her black robe, and uses it to cover her dainty, fine clothing. Now, she was completely naked, except for her gloves." She stood up, and slowly began walking behind Heat and pressed her chest into the other elezen's back, "You did such a good job, Heat...." she whispered as she now began removing her red gloves.

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Heat Vallgheist turns to stone, exceedingly soft skin of Ceana's vampire enriched breasts cooing like a dove against her exposed back. She turns slightly to gaze begingd herself. "Lady CEANA! I...I..." A thousand responses flood inside her mind, what she would LIKE to do..and what dignity and respectability to the vampiss elder would oblige her to do. She swallows. "S-should..I...proceed downstairs.....L-Lady Ceana..?"
The vampire reaches around Heat, closes the bookcase's false door, and watches her black boots disappear as the door latches shut. She giggles and whispers to Heat, "Why would I need to do that, mortal?" At that moment, Ceana rips the necklace from Heat's neck, and sinks her glistening white teeth into the taller elezen's neck. The sound of teeth penetrating skin was orgasmic, sending Ceana's red orbs to flutter into the back of her skull as she wrapped her legs around the fake voidsent's arms and body.
Heat Vallgheist feels her chest heave up a cry her throat simply refuses to ejaculate forth. Painful as it should be, innitially at least, Ceana's penetrating fangs provide a QUITE pleasureble sensation that shoots through Heat's tainted blood like liquid poison. Her eyes glaze in a perfect orchestra of pain and pleasure..at first. Ceana's jaws however, seem to possess the strength of a beast, and as her bite intensifies, the first unsanctioned tears of agony glaze Heat;s cheeks. "Wha---what're you.....uu.. whatre you doing...?!" Heat tries to shift her weight, but feels her arms heavily restrained...

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Ceana Ramsay 's soft moans escape her lips as she rolls her tongue around the puncture wounds. At first, the blood flowed fast, quickening as Heat's heart pumped with adrenaline. The vampire could feel Heat already losing strength and slumping backward. Ceana dropped her legs to the floor to gracefully catch herself and her prey, pulling her mouth free from the neck wound when the blood began clotting up the damage, "Awww, already weakened? And I would think a false voidsent like you would last longer than a a male mortal."
Heat Vallgheist gazes up languidly at Ceana's mercilessly pleasing face, the demonic joy flickering from her cruel sanguine eyes. "W-whyy...what grieviance have I..s-served upon you to deserve this kind of treatment..?" She feels her consciousness ebbing away, but knows she MUST remain awake, or she'll find her tale over on the spot. Her own claws come out and latch onto Ceana's embracing arm. It suddenly dawns upon her just how chillingly cold her texture actually is...

Heat's waist was straddled by Ceana, with the vampire's thick thighs gripping Heat still, "You have served your purpose, and the time to dispose of my tool has come. You made such a good tool; you did! So, I shall repurpose you into a new tool!" Ceana used her sharp claws to slash away at Heat's body, cutting away her blouse and cutting into the mortal's flesh, "You truly are a delicious tool too!" Ceana pressed her body into Heat's as she took the other elezen's breast and sank her sharp teeth into it. The delight again escaped the vampire's mouth as she moaned with pleasure.

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Heat Vallgheist 's vision continued to blurr, the punctures on her back along with the slashes to her torso offering her life giving crimson and aether up to the thirsting floorboards below. She feels a smirk appearing over her lips inspite of her rage against Ceana. "I.....didn't expect to meet my end like t-this.." She coughs up a fair amount of blood, painting her neck. "I'll...I\ll haunt you..y-you beautiful bitch...m-mark my words.."
Ceana Ramsay pulls Heat's breast from her mouth and rips a hunk of the passing elezen's flesh from the gaping slice, "I do love speaking to my food! It gets so lonely eating alone." Ceana chews the fresh meat, smiling with delight as her lips stained with blood again, "You see, if you are a real voidsent, you will return to the void where our souls come from. If you are a fake voidsent, you will go to the aetherial sea on this shard and be reborn. Either way, you taste delicious. You really should try you!" Ceana brings the flesh to her mouth, rips a piece free of the chunk, and then kisses Heat, forcing Heat's meat into her mouth."

Heat Vallgheist 's teeth chatter with a viscereal pain her body's endorphines simply aren't built to buffer. The screaming starts in spurts as she wiggles pointlessly, hands, fingertips locking into Ceana's midsection to dismount her. She feels the teeth lock into her flesh and bite in, as if its all a horrible dream. The sight of her very own blood pumping out is as fascinating as it is maddening, and she gives one last upwards push to force the feeding vampriss back from her ruined construct. Ceana Ramsay giggles as Heat futilely resists. Ceana takes Heat's hand in hers, falsely soothing her, and pets the top of Heat's cold hand, "There there, it will be over soon!" Ceana thinks to herself and begins giggling, "Well... I think it will. I'm not sure how long a mortal tainted would take to die." With that, the vampire turns Heat's hand palm up and bites into her wrist. The blood pressure was high enough to cause Heat's blood to splatter across Ceana's joyful face.

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Heat Vallgheist coughs on her blood, her crimson eyes locked upon Ceana. "Y-you can't be suffered to blight m-my fair Isghard --guullkk- I-if Inori...a-and Scarlet w-were here..y-you bitch..y-you would NEVER-- uuulllghh~" Again, Heat chokes on her blood, for the last time it seems. Her eyes flutter as her head turns to the side, and a galzing of finality manifersts in them. "Hildellka.......m-mom...please.... F-father...h-help...m-----------" "............................."

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The mansion silent. Its rooms are dark. No cheerful faces shine in its windows. So empty. Yet, it held so many memories of so many people.
A dark-robed figure watched the one-time home from a hill across from the estate. All was silent except for the cicadas calling in the distance. Not even the wind dared to disturb her gaze as she stares in contemplation. Inori's corpse still lies in the front yard. The lawn's once vibrant garden had been trampled on and now only wet dirt and dead flora remained. Ceana tried to take the house's aether and found she couldn't because it was too aspected with "her". Once the commotion from the "incident" settled, various butlers and maids fled and never returned. They were so quick to abandon the goddess in her time of need. "Disgusting mortals" , she spoke with an intense anger under her breath. She had taken advantage of the situation, and ripped the throats out if various masters that she despised. Everyone she despised, she finished that night. It would have been easy to blame their deaths on the stray voidsent running lose in the manor. (edited)
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Unfortunately, the mortals were weak willed. They couldn't handle the struggle of fighting against chaos. Not like voidsent could, at least. She reflected upon her many suffering and struggles in the void. Say what you will about voidsent, but they are survivors.
Ceana turned and made her way to the abandoned house further up the hill. The twin adders would clean up the mess at the mansion any day now, and she had to keep out of sight and suspicion. (edited)

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“Oh Inori. You beautiful fool. My oh my how the mighty have fallen.”Heat stood over the silent corpse of the motionless goddess, the soul reason she had cast her own meager shadow upon the now fallen halls of the mansion. She shook her head, reflecting on the sheer waste of deeply precious aether, her eyes traversing the primal’s resplendent face. Even in death she was beautiful, strikingly so. But that mattered so very little now.Strolling through the garden leisurely, as if she had the blessing of time, Heat reflected on the night’s nefarious events. The screams, the cries, the executions, the grand orchestra of chaos in radiant display. It. . .was delightful. A festival of unrestrained madness upon a stage with actors who knew how to please. And first and foremost among those whose performance shown brightest? Ceana.Heat stopped to ponder the nightblessed vixen’s actions, both present and past. She had only had brief acquaintance with her in the mansion, knew, in truth, next to nothing about her, her agendas, abilities. . .appetites, save, that like the fallen carnal matriarch of hospitality, she was a treat for the perverse eye. The display of savagery she had brought forth, however, had left Heat both intimidated and fascinated beyond words.Her meager possessions in hand, Heat turned upon her heels to exit the gates to the mansion of pleasure. It would be the last time she would grace it’s grounds, so immersed in memories both fond and bitter. Sentimentality was a fool’s chain. Better to stay free, swift, and unfettered, a century of experience had taught her. As she prepared to depart, however, the darkest of shadows to her far right caught her eye. Upon a hill, out of sight for the most part, she caught the familiar shape of her elezan comrad. She seemed to be heading off somewhere, and Heat found her curiosity immediately peaked.“Huh. . .just what the bloody hell are you up and off to vamperiss?” With a smile of mischief, Heat decided to follow.

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Ceana passed by the marketboard, her eyes catching sight of an old advertisement poster that the goddess had classlessly posted all over the lavender beds. She ripped it free of the board, and walked on with the poster in hand. She entered the small cottage, and took care to not damage the windows or doors as she entered. She knew too well that the sun would need to be blocked if she would survive the next few days while she found a more secure location.

Cautiously, Heat kept to the shadows of the pathway behind Ceana. Nearing the market board herself, she contemplated buying Ishgardian holy water and garlic, items she assumed would’ve combated Ceana’s kind, having read as much in fictional pastime literature.Nearing the residence Ceana had entered, Heat cautiously peaked in a window. It was dark, as if it’d been unlived in for quite a while. Taking her chances, she thumbed the door handle quietly. To her joy, it wasn’t locked. She opened it and entered, having no clue of what to expect…

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Ceana was waiting. Her back was pressed against the wall beside the entrance. The door opened, blocking Heat's view of the vampire....until the door was closed. At that moment, Ceana grabbed Heat by the throat and slammed the taller woman' head into the door. Once Heat was firmly pressed against the door, Ceana slowly lifted her upward until the elezen's toes lifted from the broken floor boards. No words were shared. The only communication given to Heat was Ceana's red, glowing, hungry eyes.

Heat needed no further evidence to realize she was in mortal danger. The hand around her throat was unrelenting. Were it play upon the battlefield of the soft mattress, she’d be in euphoric heaven right now. But as the fingers compressed her larynx to the humorous point of rupture, hateful love making departed from her mind.Grasping Ceana’s extended arm, gasping, Heat winced down at her. “A b-believer in t-the hands on approach i s-see hmm?” Internally, she cursed her adoptive father, Cardinal Friarlotte Vellgheist, as well as her mother, Hildellika, for the seals they’d placed on her utilization of succubian magics. The paralytic effects of a void flame would’ve gone a long way at the moment, save that she couldn’t fully ‘manifest’. . .unless she was in heat, which, in all likelihood wasn’t going to happen. . .Struggling with what mortal strength she could, she drew up her feet, placed them against Ceana’s stomach, and bucked for all her miserable life was worth like a bronco. She succeeded in pushing her back, but not before Ceana’s ironlike talons dug deeper into the flesh of her esophagus, taking chunks of skin with them in the recoil.Blood.Heat grinned. She always did when she saw her own. It was exciting. Ment she was alive. Shouldn’t have been any different this time. She staggered back against the fall and started to slide downwards. Gods it was dark. Ironic, considering she was no stranger to the regal color of night. But this darkness brought crimson with it. Two radiantly wicked eyes that now came sailing at her with all the world’s fury and malice, vengeful being right out of an awesome nightmare. . .

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Ceana felt the kicks in her stomach and chest, and succumbed to the kick due to underestimating the woman in front of her. She stumbled backwards, clawing at Heat's alibaster skin as she went. When she caught her balance, an aura of rage engulfed her as she screamed, "YOU FUCKING BITCH!!" The crazed vampire confidently walked forward, and grabbed Heats hair with her left hand, yanking the half mortal away from the wall and into the floor, "IM GOING TO RIP YOUR THROAT OUT AND SHIT ON YOUR CORPSE!"

“I’ve serviced discerning clientele who might deeply enjoy watchin’ that, dragon fangs. P-perhaps we might t-try a more civil approach this time, however?” She briefly reflected on a few of her more aggressive encounters, one of them an over-amped femroe who’d made her get deeply in touch with her subby side. Ceana’s raw strength, however, outclassed this heavily. Knowing diplomacy was probably her last option at this point, Heat cleared her head amidst the flurry of her heartbeats.“Look. . .if my trespassing bothered you enough to go bat brain psycho. . .I apologize. I mean no harm.! Call it feline curiosity! J-just calm down!”

WHY ARE YOU STALKING ME? YOU WILL REGRET ATTEMPTING TO PREY UPON ME!" Ceana encircled the taller elezen, watching closely and finally taking the time to lick her victim's blood from her claws. A familiar tingle bristled across her tongue, and Ceana did her best to hide the surprise on her face. Normally, she would have a composed, emotionless mask concealing her inner thoughts, but the rage that engulfed her prevented Ceana from maintaining complete control of her expressions. Ceana continued to encircle the other woman, waiting for the next move.

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Ceana

Heat let her head drop back against the floor’s cool dusty texture, gazing up at the cherried night eyes before her. Were her assailant a male, a combination of sensuous words and well placed fondling rubs might’ve immediately reversed the situation. Women, experience had taught her, were much more complicated.Offering no resistance like a pussycat on its back, Heat cocked her head. “Look Ceana. I don’t know what’s gotten your lingerie in such a knotted bundle, but I’ve NO intent in preying on you, certainly not after how you dispatched those masters back at the mansion. I’m just a little succubus from Ishgard trying to get her next fix of aether. That’s all. Now what do ya say ta lettin’ lil ol me up?”

Ceana rolled her eyes, "You mean you wish you were a succubus. You are basically a mortal. Why shouldn't I eat you like all the other weaklings that cross my path?" “Heat stammered, "because you would get chubby, and because succubus meat doesn’t taste good. Loook, put it this way. . .if you let me go, I’ll owe you a favor. I don’t know if this current. . .elegantly adorned establishment is your domicile, but I m-might be able to swing you much much more agreeable surroundings! I take it snow, melancholy nights and gloom appeal to you? That peacefully silent place to sleep in your coffin after an indulgent night? W-well where I’m from, old Ishgard, there are tons of worthy dwellings that would most certainly suite your obviously aristocratic nature! What’s to lose?”

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Ceana listened and like what she heard. She smiled and stepped back, giving the elezen space to get up freely, " We will see...for now you're safe. It is almost daytime. Once it is night, you will lead me to Ishgard where you can keep your offer."

And so both women travel to Ishgard to create thier futures.

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Six figures with dark robes entered the grand dining hall, each following in their place, finding a seat that ranked their hierarchy within the order. As they sat, they lowered their hoods and revealed their faces to the others in the sisterhood for the first time. Ceana crossed her legs and interlaced her fingers, with her hands gently resting on the wooden table, "I'm sure you all want to know what this place is and what I want it to become."

Mina Thorn glances around the room, admiring the woodwork of the grand dining room table. As she sits among her sisters, she leans back and lets her cowl slip over her ears down around her neck. Full of smells and familiar people, Mina feels something akin to... Nevermind. "Yes, Mother. What brings us to this beautiful home of ours?
Heat Vallgheist as well silently admires the splendor of the dining room, briefly imagining a grand banquet accompanied by music and entertainment. She crosses her arms, her gaze briefly upon Zala for a second for reasons. She turns to Mother Ceana. "I feel I'm beginning to have a surface knowledge of this establishment;s functions...but there are still points I'm unclear about. Perhaps an in depth explaination for us all would be in order Mother?"

Zalamauhn Arukka gave the woman at the end of the table an eye roll, "After what I did last week in order to 'join'," he paused to use finger quotes and then shrug his shoulders. "I care not what you do here. I only seek knowledge and power."
Lynette Aine looks around the room. Following the example of the others she lowers her hood. Turning her head slowly to Zala as he speaks. "Are there going to be games? Like maybe who can cut out the rude ones tongue the fastest?"

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Ceana Ramsay giggles as she claps at Lynette's idea, "That would be an excellent game, daughter, but we need him. He is the new thaumaturge that can open and close the void gate. You see, our people suffer in the void. I wish to bring them here. Where they can eat and live in peace with us. This house is our home, daughters, and I brought you here to help protect it."
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Mina Thorn ponders the thought. Bringing more voidsent here? Right under the Holy See's noses? As much as she loves the idea of shoving it to the hoity-toity clergy, Mina also has a desire to stay alive. There's research to do! "Mother, how do we plan to keep this covert? The more we bring over, won't we be more obvious?"
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Heat Vallgheist gives pause to Mina's logical words. Yet, the thought of seeing the table and chairs filled to the end, such as the mortals are want to do when its snowing and presents are passed around appeals to her more civilized side. She closes her eyes, confident the situation is well in hand. "I'm sure Mother Ceana has matters well in mind considering our present proximity to the knights and paladins of the land. Still, it would be folly to lower our guard."

Zalamauhn Arukka stuck his tongue out before the woman next to him, "Yes you best mind your mother little one," he replied with a snarky remark, "My fight isn't with you, its the one at the end of the table, the Queen of rude herself." He said as his attention diverted towards Ceana. "As for the Holy See, from what I've seen of their 'skills' they are about as useful as damp sackcloth under one's boot." He said giving way to a chuckle.
Lynette Aine follows the conversation with her eyes. Watching each member as they speak. Smiling until Zala speaks once again. She balls up a napkin, stuffing it into Zala's mouth. "I grow tired of hearing this one speak!" Then turning to Ceana. "I know very little of this place. The Holy See and these knights. It is the first time I have been to these lands. Is it something i should be concerned with?

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Ceana Ramsay: The vampire tries her best to maintain her composure but finds her poise lacking. She silently chuckled under her breath as she pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose. After several moments, she regains her composure and speaks, "Unfortunately, this was the only location Heat could buy. We will be able to move in the future if it is needed, but I doubt it will be. We live close to Dzemael dark hold, a known location where voidsent enter this world. Also, I wish to continue having the slaves tunnel under this world's land, giving us more places to house future voidsent. If we collect too many, we will relocate some of them to another voidsent nest.
Mina Thorn nods thoughtfully. "Thankfully, the Ishgardians seem to have seen it fit to build upward, not downward, so we shouldn't dig into any existing tunnels. If you bid me protect this place, Mother, I shall do so with my life.
Mina Thorn nods thoughtfully. "Thankfully, the Ishgardians seem to have seen it fit to build upward, not downward, so we shouldn't dig into any existing tunnels. If you bid me protect this place, Mother, I shall do so with my life."

Heat Vallgheist raises her right hand dismissively. "Oh COME now. There will be other times to dwell on the seriousness and trials of life. This is a JOYOUS occassion! Its the first time we've had to get to know eachother. I propose we do so further. How about this: Let's each go around the table and tell..hmm..TWO things about ourselves that are..whats the word..'definitive' of our nature..who we are individually as voidsents. How's that sound?"
Zalamauhn Arukka looked shocked as a napkin was shoved into his mouth, his attention swiftly went back to the woman next to him. Reaching up with his right hand he takes the napkin out then throws at the back of Lynette's head. "YOU BITCH!" He exclaimed, as he was about to rise up from his seat. He slammed his hands on the table, "Look here I demand better respect than this or you can find yourself another summoner!" He exclaimed once more as he stood up in front of the table.
Lynette Aine playfully flicks her hair. "So the disrespectful one demands respect? Interesting!" She turns to Heat. "Two things you say? I shall win this game and say the best two possible!" She tilts her head thinking. "Something that makes me...me? I prefer the forest to this stone prison the people here call a city. Number 2, I like to play games of course! Who doesnt like to have little wagers at the test of skill with another! Be that wits or strength!"

Ceana Ramsay nods in agreement with Zala, "Zala is right. He may be a male mortal, but we still need him. As long as he respects us, we shall treat him equally. As for introductions, I ask you all call me Mother Ceana. The made-up surname is Ramsay, which I picked up from a lalafell I devoured. I enjoy drinking the blood of mortals and occasionally eat their flesh. Heat can explain my hunting methods since she has experienced them firsthand—Ceana giggles and winks at the succubus.
Mina Thorn pricks her ears up as the table's eyes collectively met hers. "Oh, my turn already? Well, I'm Mina. Like Lynette, I too love the forest. I have memories of hunting with others in the forest, before..." Shaking her head, she continues. "My other interest lies in alchemy. I enjoy experimenting on materials, organic and non, to see how I can alter them. When it comes to food, I enjoy consuming my meals as close to raw as possible; you know, the fresher the better. I am, however, also appreciative of the delicacies some put together. I am particularly fond of coffee."

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A night like many other nights had begun at the sun's setting. The Goddess of hospitality welcomed mortals into her home and performed her daily services and transactions. For every guest welcomed, Inori would receive a tiny bit of their aether for the service. The unknown primal would store the aether into the building's furniture because the building was Inori.

The Goddess, also known as Inori Kisaki, was the entire mansion. The dense aether from her services would attract various monstrosities from time to time, but nothing that the Goddess or her various maids and butlers couldn't handle. With that knowledge, this night was different from all the rest.

A strange hooded figure carrying a leather-bound book wandered into the mansion. The unknown figure giggled and walked past the maids and butlers welcoming guests at the entrance. His appearance was of a male of average height, and his face was covered. No one could tell his race, for his robe hid a possible tail, and his hood darkened his facial features. All the maids and butlers assumed his gender to be male because his voice was deep. The man wore gloves, which were considered to protect the precious book he clung to as he wandered.

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It was a very, very, very busy night! Several "masters" came in and began chatting with their favorite servant, allowing the robed figure to browse unattended.
This was a typical scenario. Often, the maids and butlers were outnumbered by the many guests that the Goddess would house and feed. This was taken advantage of by this robed figure. The man browsed, looking for the area with the highest density of aether. He would knock on the walls and the furniture and examine how many mortals were around. Eventually, the man settled on a spot in the upstairs living room. There, he was below a hanging aetheryte. He sat with his legs crossed and opened his book. His gloves prevented him from quickly grasping pages in his fingers, so his page selection was slow and deliberate. Several minutes passed with people watching the strange man in the center of the dining room floor. Eventually, a mortal maid walked up and began to speak to the man. Her voice was ignored.

The man began laughing as he found the sought-after page. He jumped up, reaching his right hand to touch the aetheryte chandelier. His booming voice was commanding as he spoke unknown words of a forgotten time. The maid's sweet welcoming expression turned to one of confusion as a tiny portal the size of a pearl opened, consuming the aetheryte chandelier.

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The masters began shouting for the man to cease, unaware of his goal. The tension in the room quickly changed to fear as the chairs all the masters were sitting on vanished. Quickly, a stampede of mortals began running away, pushing each other as they tried to climb over the tiny stairway that let guests into the upstairs dining room. The portal opened wider and wider until a voidsent in the shape of a cat pulled it wider.

With this entry into the source, this unnamed voidsent could now devour its heart's content in the aether. It quickly jumped through the portal and began consuming the voidsent summoner. A few maids watched in horror, realizing they couldn't escape with the masters blocking the staircase. They were the next victims.

Ceana smelled the voidsent and slammed the door to her room open, ready to kill. She never let voidsent hunt on her territory, and now wasn't any different. She heard the screaming and smelled the wet iron in the air from the master's blood. Usually, Ceana would prevent a voidsent from entering at all, but this summoner had summoned the voidsent inside the mansion. She had no idea or way of knowing this would happen and could not prevent it.

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The masters were running around in confusion, and the maids and butlers were. Ceana felt like she was the only constant in a stream of chaos. She decided, "Why not eat some of the masters? No one is going to know it was me? I will just eat everyone who witnesses me murdering! The Goddess is dumb and won't realize it was me." So, she began targeting the maids she hated the most and slashing their necks. The spraying blood covered her from head to toe as she tasted their "wine" and spit out the excess that wasn't her liking.

She chased a master outside when she saw the Goddess' body face in the yard. She felt her chest burn in unknown pain as she slowly stalked forward. All the screaming fell silent and muted. Ceana could only hear the wind as Inori's hair fluttered in it. That was the moment she knew she was free from this remarkable woman. This woman had given her a home and cared for Ceana when others would have eaten her.

"This always happens to the vulnerable, Goddess Inori." She whispered before kneeling down and kissing the cold roegadyn's cheek. This is the reason she knew never to let her guard down. At that, she accepted the reality that was hers and walked up the hill. She stood and watched the chaos unfold in the distance.

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