<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=69109.msg3074369#msg3074369">Quote from: Krayz on 25-05-2010, 21:28:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Velve smoothly somersaulted over the rail to land in a crouch in the snow with Ursula. "Would I have told you that if I did?" he asked simply, rising to his feet and walking towards Ursula, making sure to not try and move quietly, something that required conscious effort on the part of the overtrained drow. However, while he wasn't sure of the full limits of Ursula's abilities, he didn't want to risk trouble by even possibly appearing to be acting in a covert manner.<br/><br/>Standing behind the vampire, he shrugged. "You have to live among us to understand, I suppose," Velve said, "our lives ruled by the whims of a goddess, our cities webs of death and magic more beautiful than the most precious jewels." Velve chuckled. "It's very easy to become arrogant," he admitted, smiling softly. "But that's my advantage," he continued, "not letting my pride get ahead of me."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">She listened to the way he phrased his words and then let his words roll around in her head, analyzing. She heard him moving rather noisly and wondered if he was doing that on purpose. It brought a smile to her lips. She turned slowly and found him standing very close to her now. She stood deathly still, not even the rise and fall of her chest hinted at life. A beautiful living statue. She spoke then, her words quiet,</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"Your home sounds dangerously beautiful. I would say I would like to see it some day, but that would not be true. I do not go anywhere I am not invited, and I do not see your kind sending an invitation anytime soon."</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The hunger bubbled inside her. His scent was strong now that he was so close. Ursula could sense, smell and hear the blood as it boiled beneath his flesh. The crimson ring around her iris spun and flashed. However, Ursula was not one to let her desire control her. Centuries had taught her control and patience. She did however take a single step back. Not a display of submission, though it could be taken as such. She simply needed to focus and his scent floating around her head was making that very difficult.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">"Pride can be a dangerous thing, however it has also saved my life or lack there of several times." Her voice was lower and breathy. "So where do we go from here, Velve? Please do not say there is a contract, I despise contracts..."</span>