Post by epitagh on Nov 24, 2009 21:18:46 GMT -5
Several candles were lit as Ra’Lane and his new pet reached their home. He had made sure to keep a pace that the vampire could keep up with comfortably, since her legs were still not fully healed. Even had contemplated carrying her to save time, but that was too much. She didn’t complain though, which he was slightly happy with. She wasn’t going to be much trouble satisfying at least.
Before leading her to their room, he steered her to another room he had found, one possessing a large mirror, covering the full wall. The left half had been shattered, but the right side was still useable. The angel lit a few candles set in the room to provide light.. “Take a look at my mark on your back. You will be wearing it a long time after all. A few things I should tell you about those tattoos though. First of all, the ink I used was mixed with a slow acting poison, should you not get the antidote every two days, your body will become completely paralyzed. So should you turn on me, you will be either killed by the angels or someone in the city after your body becomes useless. As much as I want to trust you, fact of the matter is, I can’t. At least not yet. Especially since you withheld information about this Devon person from me, and refuse to call me by my proper title. So until you decide to be honest with me, I will be taking extra precautions. And before you think about finding another way to neutralize the poison, just give up. This specific poison is unique to my family. No one else knows the way to create it, much less make an antidote, even among the angels.” He placed a finger on each of the three circular scars on his face. “The only recipe for the antidote or the poison are in here.” He leaned against the nearby wall. “Also note, that this building also possesses several angel guards assigned to protect me. You touch me, and you will die. Not that I like being so… cautious, I just can’t trust you yet. Not until you stop holding information from me.”
As he was about to lead her away, he thought for a second. If she wasn’t going to tell him about Devon, maybe he should find out on his own. It wasn’t something unfamiliar with him, he was used to gathering information about people, even unknown individuals. “Let’s clarify one thing. You. Belong. To. Me. If I ask you something, you will tell me. Or I will make you regret it. Do not try my vampire, your life will be much more comfortable if you work with me.” No reason to tell her that he was going to look for her friend. Not yet at least. Her not calling him ‘Master’ after explicitly telling her too, set off bells. She had been extremely cooperative except on that.
Once he felt she had, had plenty of time to look at the marks, he made a indication with his hand for her to follow him again. He led her to his office. Which was cluttered with books he had been reading and journals he had been working on. He pulled off his top layer of armor, knowing she wouldn’t risk attacking him. There was to much for her to lose. “Close the door.” He ordered. Then walked to the far back corner, so that he had plenty of room, and stretched his wings out. Keeping them folded up for so long made them ache, and it was nice to be in a location that he was safe to flex them a bit. The copper rust looking appendages nearly hit the roof of the decently sized room, their odd color had a majestic look, despite the lack of light. Even though his wings were not a ‘beautiful’ color, Ra’Lane had also had a lot of pride about them. He loved how they looked, and took great care of them. He brought one of his wings in front of him, absentmindedly, rubbing his hand over the reddish brown feathers. “They need to be cleaned.” He said quietly without thinking. Forgetting the vampire was I the room.
The room was as he had left it, with small indications his baby sitters had looked through it. To his annoyance. His journals still lay on the desk he had been working on, the massive wall of books still blocked out the walls from view except for the desk and shelf. His bed was still folded and packed nice and neat. His ink bottles, journals, quills, and a large amount of candles were organized carefully on his desk.
He collapsed his wings back onto his back, turning to his slave again, now remembering her presence. “Your cloths are over there.” He pointed to the shelves in the far back left corner with one hand while pulling off his second layer of chest armor. “You can wear anything from there you see fit, but its your responsibility to take care of it. I gathered the cloths for you once, don’t expect me to do it again.” He looked over his right arm, the red tattoos coating it still wrapped his arm like an elegant tapestry. Sometimes he found it ugly, but often he found it beautiful. He would need to add onto it soon. Now wasn’t the time for that though.
“First things first I suppose, your responsibilities. Most of what you are going to be doing is errands for me. Most often gathering books around this facility that I require, getting food, or simply housekeeping. Until you start being honest with me, you are not leaving this facility without me.” He told her, she was going to start talking to him, honestly, one way or another. But that was enough of that, it was time for him to get back to work.
As he was about to turn back to his journals and get back to work on his research, he took another look at his wings. He hadn’t cleaned them since he got here, or his hair. Despite being used to war conditions, Ra’Lane liked keeping his hair and wings clean, the one bit of vanity he had. He turned to his pet, “Grab the bucket over in the corner there, there should be a brush in it as well, fill it with water from the jug next to it.”
Before leading her to their room, he steered her to another room he had found, one possessing a large mirror, covering the full wall. The left half had been shattered, but the right side was still useable. The angel lit a few candles set in the room to provide light.. “Take a look at my mark on your back. You will be wearing it a long time after all. A few things I should tell you about those tattoos though. First of all, the ink I used was mixed with a slow acting poison, should you not get the antidote every two days, your body will become completely paralyzed. So should you turn on me, you will be either killed by the angels or someone in the city after your body becomes useless. As much as I want to trust you, fact of the matter is, I can’t. At least not yet. Especially since you withheld information about this Devon person from me, and refuse to call me by my proper title. So until you decide to be honest with me, I will be taking extra precautions. And before you think about finding another way to neutralize the poison, just give up. This specific poison is unique to my family. No one else knows the way to create it, much less make an antidote, even among the angels.” He placed a finger on each of the three circular scars on his face. “The only recipe for the antidote or the poison are in here.” He leaned against the nearby wall. “Also note, that this building also possesses several angel guards assigned to protect me. You touch me, and you will die. Not that I like being so… cautious, I just can’t trust you yet. Not until you stop holding information from me.”
As he was about to lead her away, he thought for a second. If she wasn’t going to tell him about Devon, maybe he should find out on his own. It wasn’t something unfamiliar with him, he was used to gathering information about people, even unknown individuals. “Let’s clarify one thing. You. Belong. To. Me. If I ask you something, you will tell me. Or I will make you regret it. Do not try my vampire, your life will be much more comfortable if you work with me.” No reason to tell her that he was going to look for her friend. Not yet at least. Her not calling him ‘Master’ after explicitly telling her too, set off bells. She had been extremely cooperative except on that.
Once he felt she had, had plenty of time to look at the marks, he made a indication with his hand for her to follow him again. He led her to his office. Which was cluttered with books he had been reading and journals he had been working on. He pulled off his top layer of armor, knowing she wouldn’t risk attacking him. There was to much for her to lose. “Close the door.” He ordered. Then walked to the far back corner, so that he had plenty of room, and stretched his wings out. Keeping them folded up for so long made them ache, and it was nice to be in a location that he was safe to flex them a bit. The copper rust looking appendages nearly hit the roof of the decently sized room, their odd color had a majestic look, despite the lack of light. Even though his wings were not a ‘beautiful’ color, Ra’Lane had also had a lot of pride about them. He loved how they looked, and took great care of them. He brought one of his wings in front of him, absentmindedly, rubbing his hand over the reddish brown feathers. “They need to be cleaned.” He said quietly without thinking. Forgetting the vampire was I the room.
The room was as he had left it, with small indications his baby sitters had looked through it. To his annoyance. His journals still lay on the desk he had been working on, the massive wall of books still blocked out the walls from view except for the desk and shelf. His bed was still folded and packed nice and neat. His ink bottles, journals, quills, and a large amount of candles were organized carefully on his desk.
He collapsed his wings back onto his back, turning to his slave again, now remembering her presence. “Your cloths are over there.” He pointed to the shelves in the far back left corner with one hand while pulling off his second layer of chest armor. “You can wear anything from there you see fit, but its your responsibility to take care of it. I gathered the cloths for you once, don’t expect me to do it again.” He looked over his right arm, the red tattoos coating it still wrapped his arm like an elegant tapestry. Sometimes he found it ugly, but often he found it beautiful. He would need to add onto it soon. Now wasn’t the time for that though.
“First things first I suppose, your responsibilities. Most of what you are going to be doing is errands for me. Most often gathering books around this facility that I require, getting food, or simply housekeeping. Until you start being honest with me, you are not leaving this facility without me.” He told her, she was going to start talking to him, honestly, one way or another. But that was enough of that, it was time for him to get back to work.
As he was about to turn back to his journals and get back to work on his research, he took another look at his wings. He hadn’t cleaned them since he got here, or his hair. Despite being used to war conditions, Ra’Lane liked keeping his hair and wings clean, the one bit of vanity he had. He turned to his pet, “Grab the bucket over in the corner there, there should be a brush in it as well, fill it with water from the jug next to it.”