Fangs and Fairytales [Ceron and Sho]
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				Title: <strong>Fangs and Fairytales [Ceron and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 06:43:21</strong>
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				Fairytales had always appealed to Cecilia. Especially given that she knew fairytales so rarely came true and that she'd probably have to marry a man she'd never met and didn't love, the idea of finding her true love in some fantastic turn of events was appealing. She wanted a man to sweep her off her feet and love her, and give her a person she could love faithfully and truly in turn. A romantic of the highest sort, she'd always been teased by her father, albeit playfully, about the fact that she was too soft and that she'd never make it in the Tudor court. It was true, though, and she knew that her father was scared that she'd end up disgraced because she was too soft to hurt someone socially. <br><br>She was the youngest of five children, all boys except for her, and&nbsp; her father kept her locked up as much as he could. He liked to keep her tied up or chained up in her room, figuratively of course, with poetry or needlepoint, both of which she was highly proficient at. She stole moments in his library to read all the storybooks that he'd amassed over years as a Lord in the Tudor Court under Henry VIII. <br><br>"Lovely," Cecilia murmured, setting her thick storybook aside on her bedside table.<br><br>She had read a story of a young man who surged out of the water in a wave only as the sun sank below the horizon, a man trapped in a great river by an evil witch. His true love had to catch his hand before the wave disappeared in order to free him, and when she did, they both became river spirits and rode to the sea in a wedding processional led by horses made of seafoam. The story made her heart flutter and her jewel-deep eyes soften. She had her mother's eyes, the soft, deep blue, almost navy, fringed by a thick fringe of lacy lashes that brushed high cheekbones in a small, delicate little white face. <br><br>She parted her rosebud lips, cupids bow, pouting slightly. Her hair was dark, thick, amassed of her father's soft waves that on her had turned into loose, romantic curls. A tiny waist was framed by pale blue satin, soft, beautiful breasts framed by a fringe of white lace, the long pleats of her gold-topped and embroidered pale blue skirt falling around tiny golden slippers. Her sleeves were capped in golden lace, long, waist-length curls tied back haphazardly by a single blue silk ribbon that she tugged out impatiently. <br><br>It was only a matter of stealth to escape her father's estate and get onto Renaissance, her large brown stallion, and tear off to the river.<br><br>It was a well-beaten path, and she reached the river just as the sun was setting, sinking below the horizon, painting the huge body of water golden. It was usually grey, and even now the waves were choppy, belying a deadly current that had killed many a weaker man or woman. She was well-trained and knew not to go too far out. She'd drown, and she was fully conscious of the fact that she couldn't swim, but to honor her romantic notions about the fairy tale, she stripped out of her gown, unlacing it from her tiny little waist, undoing the bow around it, taking off the ribbon she wore as a necklace. <br><br>Her pert, soft breasts bared, she shivered. She didn't bother undoing the soft white silk underskirt she wore, leaving the fabric brushing long, slim white legs. When she hit the water it soaked it up, turning sheer, clinging to her. She waded until waist-deep, fingers digging into the bank. It was a few feet of a drop down and she hit the water with a splash and a squeak. The current was strong, and she held onto the rocks, realizing that perhaps it was a bit more dangerous than she'd initially thought. Still, she was determined to enjoy it, and the stars gave everything a silvery light.<br><br>She looked like a nymph, suspended in the water, struggling slightly against the current and a bit nervous as to how she'd get back out without a friend's help, paddling about along the edge, from rock to rock, never straying too far from her valuable dress or beloved stallion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fangs and Fairytales [Ceron and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ceron</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 08:05:42</strong>
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				Marcus Malleolus walked slowly over the moonlit trail not disturbing so much as a leaf in the fluid, supernatural movements of his walk. He could remember the first time he walked this path. Centuries ago leading Caesar's advance force into England preparing the way for the rest of the army as they brought culture and civilization to this once barbaric land. A smile slid over the strong features of the walking undead for still this place was as beautiful as it was when he could still breath air. <br><br>His hair now long and neatly tied back with the current fashion for such was something he had always easily adapted to. The strands as black as the night itself matched his hard eyes. Many when he was mortal told him he always looked as if he was on the hunt, a predator and all around were his prey. Nothing had changed in the long years that seemed to pass with greater speed as he grew older yet not once physically aged still looking as when he did on his thirtieth birthday. <br><br>The silk white shirt felt good upon his flesh feeling it every time he took the slightest of movements. The ruffles though were annoying he actually despised them but all part of the Masquerade , to be able to walk amongst the mortals and not clue them in on the reality of their poor pitiful lives that they were only cattle. The black doublet felt a bit tight on his broad shoulders, open at the front and long in the back he still felt the most silliest thing he had to wear was the hose. Still he found this era so far fascinating, His boots crunched softly upon the ground&nbsp; and the silver handled rapier that was at his side finished the ensemble. <br><br>His thoughts almost caused him to miss the sound of movement in the water. One of the nice things about being a vampire was the heightened senses. As the trail ended he could smell the horse nearby and hidden behind the brush his eyes traveled to the sound it was then for a moment he wondered if he saw before him an thing of myth frolicking in the water.&nbsp; Time seemed to slow while those dark hues focused upon the girl moving from rock to rock stricken by her beauty and youthful look. With the moments that ticked by he began to notice her struggles in the water, turning from more frolicking to more of a frantic look. Even after all this time he remembered how strong the river was for he had lost a few good soldiers cause of it. <br><br>Moving from the woods to the edge of the river bank the moon shone down upon his pale flesh and strong angled features " Pardon me but do you require assistance" The elder realized at this moment he had to have this female, to make her his in every way and be damned with any consequences. It had been centuries since he had a companion and as he looked over the water at her the weight of that feeling seemed to grow stronger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fangs and Fairytales [Ceron and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 15:34:29</strong>
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				Cecilia had been perfectly content in the cool water, though she was getting a bit cold, her worry about getting out not having turned into the full-blown panic that it would have had that man not come along. She jumped, head whipping around, sending up a spray of water where her curls had dipped in at her lower back. Her cheeks flushed, back curled slightly, arms wrapped around herself to try and save her decency as best she could with a man seeing her more bare than she'd ever been before anyone but her maid's. "Ah..." her voice caught. It was sweet, high, soft. She was clearly slightly scared by him, embarrassed at how little she was wearing, the white silk of her skirt brushing her legs. <br><br>Seeing no other way to get out without his help, she lowered her eyes, bashful. Keeping one arm wrapped over her breasts to hide them as best she could and a leg hiked up a bit higher than the other to keep her more intimate areas hidden from view, she stepped onto one of the stones and extended her arm up so he could grip her and pull her out of the water. <br><br>"Yes," she murmured, "Please." <br><br>Cecilia was just dying of shame. She'd never been so bare before a man. She could see her dress to the side and she would dart to it immediately, she decided, once she was pulled out of the water.<br><br>Her white skin was unmarked, flawless, showing that she was as pure as she seemed, fingers long and warm but hand shaking slightly from the cool English summer air and the embarrassment of being found mostly naked by a man she didn't know.<br><br>He was dressed quite well, though.<br><br>Was he a part of the Tudor court? Oh, God, she would just die if he was. To have a man pull her out of the water half-naked was bad enough, but to have a man do it and be someone she'd later see? Even worse. <br><br>Her pale hand extended upwards, slim body hidden as best she could, not meeting his eyes, just about dying of shame for being so bare in front of him. Renaissance snorted, stomping his feet, clearly not liking a male touching his owner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fangs and Fairytales [Ceron and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ceron</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 23:28:04</strong>
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				With the shine of the moon upon the girl as the head moved and the droplets fell around her it seemed as if she was almost an illusion as his dark eyes seemed to almost glow with a desire for her. As the droplets from the spray fell he could hear each individual one once more join the flowing water on its own journey. He saw her suprise but one thing she would notice as she covered herself up the best she could his eyes never left hers. The dark hues were piercing seeming to drive right into her soul while he caught her hand. <br><br>His touch was cool but then with her playing in the cold stream he had no worries of her curiosity. There was strength as he easily pulled her ashore like she weight nothing to him. The momentum would bring her into his arms for a moment and his eyes stayed to her own giving her a gentle smile yet keeping his canines hidden. "You know Miss Fairweather you should not be out this time of night swimming "&nbsp; But the deep voice did not seem grave nor punishing instead it held a humour in it. " At least not by your lonesome " He gave her a wink as he released her from that momentary hold letting her flee to her dress. <br><br>There was no doubt that he was a gentleman turning his back to her so she could dress in peace and keep what dignity she had left. Though of course his mind fled to darker parts where soon enough he decided he would open her up to a whole new world. For this reign of the monarchy of England he was the Camarillas representative in the human courts. Though many thought him nothing but a minor duke he held much sway over many nobles and many of the advisers to the monarchy. He would wait the broad back turned from her till she informed him that she was descent once more. He knew her father well though he had not seen .. It took him a moment to recall her name Cecilia in years . A smile slid over the slightly pale features for it seemed she had grown into quite the woman. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 03:58:46</strong>
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				Cecilia's small hand reached out, catching his as she was pulled up, not noticing his strength. She was far too embarrassed by the fact that she'd been caught out in the dark, tearing away from his chest with a flush and a stammered apology as she ran to her dress, wringing a bit of water out of the hem of her skirt, trembling slightly with nerves as he turned his back. At least he was a gentleman, but all the same, being caught outdoors in so little clothing was so humiliating. Cheeks pink, she pulled on her dress quickly, doing up the buttons with trembling fingertips. When the pale blue material once more clung to her frame, she turned around and faced him. <br><br>That was when it hit her like a cold hand of ice plunging through her chest and squeezing her heart. <br><br>"How did you know my name?"<br><br>Cecilia turned around, slowly, looking over her shoulder with her pink lips slightly parted. Her hair was dripping at the tips, brushing the swell of the bustle that made her skirt so full, painting it a deep blue with each droplet. Maybe, maybe this man really was from court? But why would he be out in the woods at this hour, alone, as well.<br><br>There was something...different...about the other man. Something she couldn't put her finger on but certainly something there. <br><br>He seemed alright, though, and she seemed to relax a little bit when she reminded herself that he had been nothing but gentlemanly and kind. She was innocent, naive, willing to trust those around her from the quickest impressions. She peered up at him, giving her horse's long nose a slow stroke to calm it. "I'm decent," she added, letting him know quietly that he could turn around. Her dress was a bit damp but the many layers hid it well, and she stood partially sheltered under a large tree, wondering where he was from.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fangs and Fairytales [Ceron and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ceron</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 06:57:11</strong>
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				Marcus with his back turned could still tell the embarrassment felt by her as the scent of her blood reached him even from this distance. He could also hear the beating of her heart in the excitement of all that had transpired in that short time. He didn't answer her right away instead letting her dress but once she offered her words he turned in a very simple yet smooth motion. <br><br>"Forgive me Milady I am Marcus Malleolus" he offered to her a deep bow as he extended his right hand out for a moment before returning to his full height "Duke of Grafton" He gave her a smile " I met you many years ago when you were but a child but I see that a woman has taken its place " <br><br>He spoke still with a slight Roman accent even after all of these years, something he was proud of for it helped to remind him that he was once human and helping with his sanity on many of the long nights. "You are lucky I decided to stop by one of my favorite fishing spots for a moment on my way back to my castle " He watched her for long moments " Would you allow me to escort you back to your father's estate ?" he seemed nothing but polite as he spoke for he hid well the growing want for this young mortal knowing that to snare her he would have to follow the proper channels. 
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 01:12:14</strong>
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				Celia shifted the soft fabric of her expensive dress, smoothing it down along her slim thighs and then undoing the tie that held her horse. He snorted and tossed his head and she dropped an even deeper curtsey, doing her best to be polite even though she'd been caught naked. "I'd...appreciate your escort on the way back to my father's estate. It's dark out," she said softly. She stroked her horse's neck, peering from under a fringe of dark lashes at him. Thick clusters of beautiful curls fell around her face, hiding it from him when a strong breeze blew through the trees. The water that had beaded on her body had made her dress damp, and she was cold, shivering ever so slightly. <br><br>Water still dropped down her long dark curls, and her horse tossed her head, stamping. It seemed that he could sense the other man wasn't human, and butted his head lightly against Celia's side, as though telling her to get away from Marcus.<br><br>"Where's your horse?" Celia asked shyly, wondering how he had gotten all the way out to the forest. She ran her fingers back through her hair, and then stroked her horse's neck, "Could you...I hate to impose even more, but could you please help me up onto my horse?"<br><br>She looked like a doll, surrounded by the blackness of the forest, small hands splayed on her horse's powerful neck, his head tossing. Her heavy skirts swirled around her legs, revealing flashes of layers of lace on her petticoats.
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				Post by: <strong>Ceron</strong> on <strong>28-05-2010, 04:18:23</strong>
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				&nbsp;There was little that left the Ventrue's gaze as the girl shifted and the soft rustling of the dress caught his ears giving him outlines of her thighs and a glimpse of the well formed legs. A smile , regal in its look graced his powerful features as her words caressed his ear like the touch of a lover.. He could see how she peered at him threw those long lases and how her curls seemed to tease his senses with how they moved over her youthful features. <br><br>As the droplets of water fell upon the ground he touched the side of the prancing horse. Turning the gaze to the beast as if sharing a thought with it he leaned in close whispering to the horse's ear and whatever it was seemed to calm the beast down “ She is a beautiful” offering his praise but an outsider would have to wonder to whom he was speaking about.. <br><br>“My horse my dear I walked. My carriage is several miles to the north but it seems she is willing to let me ride her if you don't mind sharing “ Again a play with his words Marcus easily mounted the powerful horse before offering his hand to Celia and should she take it she would find his touch just a tad on the cool side but his strength seemed to match the powerful frame for she would find he easily pulled her up and behind him without so much as ruffling a hair upon her head .<br><br>“It would be my honor and pleasure to make sure you make it home safely M'lady “
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