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Thursday, July 25th, 2002

Subject:The meeting...
Posted by:dauthiseraphim.
Time:10:45 am.
Mood: hungry.
*Looking up a grin spread across her dark crimson lips, her mismatched azure orbs glinting mischievously from beneath the neon green bangs that hung in them. She had sensed Thalla, before the girl had even reached the door, Dau's senses had become so strong, so attuned, it scared her at times. It was how she was so sure neither Akasha nor Lu was dead, somewhere out there, they lingered, their energy was lingering faintly. Softly she spoke, her voice sounding surprizingly youthful, gone was the tone that suggested this tiny woman had the weight of the world upon her shoulders* Hello Thalla, it's good to see a familiar face, I must admit. It's been so long..this place...seems...foreign...*she offered her friend a faint smile. "Friend" she chuckled to herself, thinking of the banter that had occured between the two. There was a time when they had been less then friendly, Dauthi had set her feelings aside at the urging of her sister, and the two had become friends of an odd sort.* No need to bow to me dear...I'm no queen anymore, I'm just a girl, out here alone, trying to come to terns with my past...*patting the bar top beside her she sighed quietly* Join me eh? Tell me what has become of Thalla...Tell me have you heard from anyone? * relaxing once again, she looked to the pale being before her, waiting, hoping*
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Subject:Pain.
Posted by:dantethedark.
Time:4:46 pm.
::Shadows swam about him as if possessed of their own consciousness, a flimsy veneer, but enough to hide him, inky, like oil might move upon water. His breath was drawn in ragged gasps, blood caked to the floor about him half congealed. It refused to dry, continually flowing from the gaping wound in his chest, the shape of a crucifix plainly evident. Damn the angel that had maimed him, warning off his quarry and dealing such a blow…Bronze eyes fluttered open, and he seemed to squirm in the filth, a sickening smile occasionally tugging full, but cruel lips apart to reveal perfect teeth. The wound was gradually becoming larger, the charred flesh at its edges still smoking, thin wisps of it rising in lazy spirals. How he adored the pain… It was slowly killing him to be sure, but such ecstasy he had not felt in centuries. If he were to live he needed a soul to take, but in such a state he could barely think enough to do more than keep himself propped against the tavern wall. Coppery hair fell lankly over his face, and he peered through the disorganised mass, vision doubled, as he heard the soft movements of another carrying them closer, towards the bar. Squinting, he could make out a small female, a smudge of violet he assumed to be her gown, but his focus was lost too quickly, and a soft groan fled his throat, hips twitching before he managed to calm himself again. Sometimes, it didn’t pay to be a masochist. Allowing the shadows to dissipate slowly around him, he tried again to concentrate on the movements, a voice breaking the silence, a name mentioned that was too muffled to hear. The effort it took to drag himself upright was tremendous, but nevertheless, he found himself staggering towards the two misty figures, swaying and unstable, one foot dragging after the other, closing the few metres between them with agonisingly slow progress::
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Posted by:thalla.
Time:11:24 am.
::the old door frame looked run down and crooked.. she stood there for a second a pale clawed hand reaching out from beneath a long black cloak.. looking much like velvet the inner lineing a crimson as deep as the blood she drank to survive.. her hand reached around the scruff of a long black creature looking to monsterous to be a panther.. yes for many years the two had been gone but now the scent of the ancients brought thalla forth to see them for what seemed like a final time.. long black nails stoked the panthers pelt as she looked up to the old doors.. it was in dire need of remapir yes.. clawed talons reached around the door knob. no luck was it locked or jammed? no need for majic at this point.. no.. she would not alert the world of her pressance.. she jammed her shoulder to the door and though it protested with that type of power it slammed open.. she didnt relizes she had applied that mount of force.. yes dust now fell around her form.. she stepped through the black crature jumped infront of the female in the cloak and bared its oversized pearly daggers the cloaked woman stood there for a moment then proceeded forth her hand falling on the panthers neck only a fleeting shadow of a touch and the creature dropped is hostile front and followed her she kept walking following the scent of the ancients yes.. dauthi was here.. a smile crossed her painted black lips as she pulled down her hood exposeing long raven tressles that fell around her face her red pupils and milky pale face.. black lined eyes looking allureing.. never before had the creature been seen in such makeup and so pale.. yes her hair as well held a strip of yes color.. blood red.. beneath her hood yes and with this she stood infront of dauthi and yes.. she bowed.. showing what was this respect!?:: it has been far to long dauthi..
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Wednesday, July 24th, 2002

Subject:New beginnings
Posted by:dauthiseraphim.
Time:4:46 pm.
Mood: cynical.
*Sitting atop the powerful Harley, the tiny vampiress Looked down upon the town where the infamous tavern was situated. A quiet sigh escaped her partially opened lips lilting into the air, and fading without having ever been heard by another. It hurt her heart that she felt such turmoil in regards to a place that had once bought her such joy. Hitting her sunglasses the setting sun glinted, and she was glad her eyes, now swollen and red from crying were hidden. She had been to Watchman and to the Palazzo, but this, she just wasn't sure she could bid farewell to the tavern. Taking a deep breath, she gave the Harley gas, and it roared down the embankment, toward the town, toward the tavern...toward..she mentally cringed. Maybe there was nothing left to return to inside. Yes, maybe, but she had to know. Pulling around back, she stopped the bike near the window she had so often slipped in through in the past. Setting the kickstand in place, she pulled the key, and dismounted, making her way to the window. Giving the sill a quick upward shove, the window moved, although it did squeal in protest. hopping onto the ledge, Dau pulled her petite frame into the dank musty smelling room. Standing there in the back of the room, she fixed her dress, letting her vision adjust to the difference in lighting then grinned. Moving slowly, she sauntered to the end of the bar and hopped onto the bar top, to sit in "her" spot. As her gaze moved slowly over the room, she gave a soft sigh, there was no one, no one she recognized at all*
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Tuesday, July 23rd, 2002

Subject:Introduction
Posted by:dauthiseraphim.
Time:1:49 pm.
Mood: optimistic.
For many years now, several of us have RPed on AIM. What once was a fun activity, has become a chore, many of the old Rpers have left, others are in hiding. While talking to Lizard through correspondence over the past few days, we decided to give Rping via LJ a go. To those of you that may decide to join us please contact Akasha or I via comment in our LJs or via Email. Please only serious and committed Rpers. Also, this community is TOTALLY IC, so leave the OOC in personal MUN journals.

Thank you,
Hopingthisworksingly,
Dauthi
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