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| Meeting the Man; Kazuya, Vorigan & Xanthia | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 20 2009, 06:25 PM (9 Views) | |
| Vorigan | Oct 20 2009, 06:25 PM Post #1 |
 
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Vorigan's ancient eyes watched the young man stand. His ears could hear the sigh of the air around him as he did. For as old as the vampire was, soft movement was pleasing. It reminded him of times past, that sigh of the air in the room. He kept his attention on Kazuya, he could almost taste the will that was being forced over the once loyal Council member. As the young man walked past him to lead him to another room, Vorigan took in his scent. It was fresh, cool, like the wind, but there was just a small hint of spice, or fruit or...femininity. Vorigan smiled. This one was close to the Tadros witch that ruled the place. He'd only glimpsed the woman once, from far away, but nothing, nothing else in all the worlds had the small smell as she. Kazuya was proving to be interesting, as well as, perhaps, useful. Vorigan nodded at the words the young man said, "Yes, of course, I am Vorigan, Vlad's second in command, leader of the Karashi army. I have been sent here to talk with your overlord." He kept his words light, the tone of his voice soft, as if he were softening the blow for this once Council member because he knew that Kazuya still existed behind the facade that was the stone cooled face. The tone in the young man, was magic after all. Perhaps the vampire prince would have something to say about freeing the young man...but of course that was ludicrous because once free the stupid boy would try and fight and only end up dying, thus ending the softness of his voice, body and presence. Vorigan wished Xanthia was with him to experience the young man. But, then, perhaps Goblin's didn't appreciate delicacy when it was before them. Vorigan did. He had lived too long in the dark harsh world of his father, Kazuya was a breath of fresh air, literally. He began to follow the young man, trying to think of a way to break the spell and speak with the body's true master, the real boy. What would someone in Shyla's inner circle be like? There had to be a certain type of personality that one possessed to be able to be close enough to her to meld with her scent. Vorigan greedily breathed in again. This young man had been close to her, what other information did he have about the So'jihn? The more knowledge he could gain about the dark haired bitch the better. Vlad had become enchanted by her. Vorigan was enchanted by only one woman, Xanthia. But to know more about the woman his father longed for would give him leverage, power, perhaps the ability to over throw the tyranny that Vlad exerted. "Did you fight bravely before they took you and made you what you now are?" His probing question was also just as soft as he could coax his vampiric voice to be. Maybe Kazuya could not answer him...but he would try. "Can you speak freely? Or only think freely? Or is it solely your body that the Grand Master claims?" He was only a few steps behind the young elemental and he waited for Kazuya to respond, or not respond. Once again, he took the liberty of taking in the scent of the boy before him. "It is a waste to keep something so beautiful, caged." |
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Oct 20 2009, 07:07 PM Post #2 |
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Fine eyebrows raised appreciatively when Vorigan announced who he was. "Vorigan, Lord Vlad's second in Command. Of course." His Master would certainly wish to see this most important visitor. He would be punished if he kept him waiting any longer. Of course, Kazuya would have spat in the face of punishment...if only he had the choice. His expression was peacefully calm as he glanced at Vorigan, belying the fury he felt. Here was the man who invaded the city with his undead horde, who was responsible for the death of so many. So many mages, so many teachers and friends, so many innocent people, so many children. The storm of fury and sorrow fed off of itself inside of Kazuya. Here he was standing in front of the enemy's second in command and he couldn't even muster up so much as a harmless zephyr. 'Such a shame...always the handsome ones who are taken or evil.' he thought, mentally chuckling to himself; it wasn't a laughing situation at all, but humor was the only thing he had to hold onto. Being angry and sad all the time would drive him crazy; he needed clarity. Kazuya led Vorigan out of the caveronous area with confidence. He knew this place; it was impossible for him to get lost. Certain things were fading, that much Kazuya was aware of. Other things, however, remained the same. He knew every building, every street, every nook and cranny that the city had to offer. That was, of course, why he was so good at hunting the rats. The prince's question surprised Kazuya, but nothing surprised him so much as his own response. He laughed. It was a nice sound, his laughter, even if he didn't belong to the gloom and stench of death and decay that permeated the atmosphere. He pulled out his fan, shielding the lower portion of his face as he looked at the prince, only his green eyes peering over the edge of the fan. "I fought as well as I could...and lost. The undead fell prey to my dance of the winds...but the Grand Master is a power greater than I..." It's not what he would have said fully, but if the Master allowed it, he could say it. Or rather, he would say it. The spell that was woven over him was sophisticated. He was a servant with the appearance of autonomy, but he had none. The man's probing questions made the mental Kazuya raise an eyebrow; what was he getting at? Was he...testing the parameters of the spell? No, probably just curious. Physically, Kazuya didn't appear as though he were going to answer. The mirth from earlier had faded like fog in the harsh sun. "I act in any capacity that serves my Master's will. No more, no less." He listened to the vampire sniffing gently at the air. It wasn't the first time he did that. This vampire was such a curiosity. Angry though he was to see the prince, he was a welcome distraction from the dead, the undead, the dying, and the Grand Master. To see so much ugliness... Kazuya looked back at the vampire when he made his comment about beauty. His face was blank, but his eyes danced momentarily. "How do you feel about flying?" he asked. |
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| Vorigan | Oct 20 2009, 07:44 PM Post #3 |
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"Flying?" The words left his mouth before his mind had had the time to process all the young man had said. There were perimeters where the true spirit of the boy before him was able to speak, but then he sensed that the magic holding him, silenced any real response. It was an amazing feat, in terms of submission magic, the way the weaving of it left the person to whom it was bonded weak, and powerful at the same time. So effective, leave your toy able to think and act, but not fully. Vorigan's lips curled up into a smile. "I fly whenever I get the chance. It is a rare ability for my kind, one that only comes with great age and of course one that is gifted. My father shares his blood with me, so that I have the gift." His thoughts collected. He remembered the answers that he'd received and decided that there was more he could weedle out of the boy. "What were you fighting to protect, the Council, its Mistress? All of whom, of course are nothing compared to the might of your true Master." Sharp eyes watched the young man, looking to see if he could sense when the magic would swirl around him and keep him from answering, but with the comment of supremacy given to the lord that cast the spell, he thought it would be answered and freely so. Thinking of another question he said. "Did you serve the So'jihn, but now find solace in the power of the true Master of this house? Do you know where she has gone, so as to help him destroy her?" Nothing could have been farther from Vorigan's mind. Destroying the So'jihn? No, using her, perhaps bargaining for her, that was what he wanted. Or else the simple knowledge of her whereabouts so as to give them to Vlad...he thought of Xanthia...but give the location to his father with a price. He couldn't help but close the distance between himself and the Master's puppet. The boy was intoxicating for his senses. He sometimes wished he could share with others the heightened state of a vampire's world. The sound, the sights, the smells. Humans were deliciously permeated with emotions, color, and scents. All were different, all were devastating and seductive. It was a wonder that his own kind had risen to the power they now had. With one word, they could have been slaves to the sultry movement and whims of their food. They would have done anything for a taste, but history proved that fear and misunderstanding drove his people to murder and warmongering. Of course, there was the problem of over indulgence that most of his people enjoyed. But Vorigan himself was so old now that just a taste here and there to remind him of who he was and what he was, sufficed. Just a hint of the darkness mixed against the young man's smell. Light had a different smell, but darkness was enriched on his skin, warmed by his body and involuntarily, Vorigan licked his lips. As a creature of the night, the alluring scent of his mother Darkness roused him. He was no longer board with his assignment, no longer disgusted by his surroundings. This Kazuya was wonderful, alive, and...chained. Vorigan shook his head. "He does not know what he suppresses. But rightly so, I'm sure, one such as you would never give in, rather you would fight until your death for your people, hm?" He nodded in answer to his own question. "I bet you were beautiful, I bet they tried to run from your power and you cut them down. You must have had such a love for this place, its mistress. I admire your power, and you. So bright you are reminiscent of the Light itself. You should be above ground, little flower, so you can shine." Vorigan smiled. Edited by Vorigan, Oct 20 2009, 08:00 PM.
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| Xanthia | Oct 20 2009, 08:40 PM Post #4 |
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"There is far too much shining going on in these Light touched lands already." Xanthia's sultry voice swept into the room as she slid from the shadows with the fluid grace of a serpent. The pupils in her too large eyes were mere slits even in the pale light of this dungeon. Still she stood in just the right lighting to emphasize the pale green of her skin against the vibrant sapphire blue of her tightly fitting dress. Those cat-like eyes turned to the air gensai. She could sense Vorigan's interest in the boy and with a delicate porcelain face like that she could not blame him. Her own nose twitched at the smell of natural air magic and the unnatural domination spell in the air around him. She could only imagine what that was doing to Vorigan's taste buds. Magic blood always tasted so much finer than that of boring mortals. Still, not wanting to outdone she stretched languorously in front of Vorigan, purposely teasing him with her own unique smell. "Vorigan, darling, how much longer do we have to abide in this awful place? I want to be back somewhere lovely and dark." Her smile toyed with his imagination. There were oh so many things they could do in the dark and she cared little at all for this diplomatic business of Vlad's with the lich who now ruled in Carthan. Edited by Xanthia, Oct 20 2009, 08:41 PM.
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Oct 20 2009, 09:26 PM Post #5 |
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He liked to fly. That was rare, since flight in itself was a rare thing, unless one had wings, had some sort of natural magic to aid them in flight, or had some other means of it. Kazuya almost smiled. "If I were ever allowed, I would ask you to fly with me one day." Kazuya suddenly realized why he had the capacity for this conversation. It was some form of torure, he was sure. Dangling his autonomy in front of him, making it seem like he was himself, when he really wasn't. The Grand Master was a cruel master, but one that would be toppled eventually, he was certain. He hoped. The vampire prince's questions gave Kazuya pause because, for a few seconds, all he drew was a blank. A few seconds later the answers to the questions snapped to the forefront of his mind, but the fact that it felt like he forgot had scared him; how could he forget what was so important to him? Has he been bound by the magic for too long? "I fought to protect the city, because that is what the Council has vowed to do, along with the Legacy. I fought to protect the children of the Council, for without them there is no future, I fought to protect....Amara. For she is a treasure to be protected. I fought...and was rebuffed against my Master's might..." The questions contiued, and Kazuya didn't mind. He was watching with great interest as well. What were his limits? He didn't know, but the only way to find out would be to test them. He had a feeling though that his limits were whatever the Grand Master wanted them to be. "I serve....served..." Kazuya's words sputtered and died as the spell clamped upon his tongue. He wanted to say that he still served Shyla, but the spell would not allow him. He wanted to say that he did not find solace in the grip of the Grand Master. He reviled the man, but he could not help him. Instead, he looked at the prince with slightly dulled eyes. "I cannot answer questions I do not know the answers to." He honestly didn't know where Shyla was and that was good; as long as he was unaware, she was safe. As the vampire prince closed the distance towards the air gensai, Kazuya closed his eyes and sighed. The wind gently caressed Vorigan as if to pull him closer. It was kind of what Kazuya wanted...but Kazuya never got what he wanted. He leaned his head back, eyes closed, neck presented in perfect submission. When Vorigan spoke, Kazuya leaned his head back down and when he opened his eyes more than a bit of that old Kazuya attitude appeared. He wasn't allowed to verbalize a response, however his eyes did all the talking for him. Kazuya loved strongly. It was a fact that few but those closest to him recognized, yet the vampire prince was able to ascertain this fact about him so readily. Kazuya had to wondered if it was a hallmark of all vampires or if it was just something Vorigan was special for. "The Master I serve sees all that shines as that which has not yet been corrupted." It was true, a fact that the Grand Master didn't deny, thus something Kazuya could say. It hurt him...he was free at one point, free as the wind. Now he was...a caged breeze. And suddenly, there was another. Kazuya looked at Xanthia, his features slowly become their default blank. He did nothing as she approached, a figure so graceful as to challenge his own airy grace. He suddenly felt embarrassed, though it did not reflect in his face or body language. He was so much more than what he was now; he was being paraded about like a broken toy. As she flaunted herself to the vampire, Kazuya felt the magical control clamp down. Yes, even he was to be tortured in simple social interactions, it appeared. He was nothing but what his Master willed him to be and he was not to forget that. It was foolish to think...to even feel...to even consider... "Please, allow me to see you to my Master, Prince Vorigan," said Kazuya, turning to continue down the dark yet spacious passage way. Another pair of stairs awaited their descent and finally they made it to the floor where his Master currently resided. His magic permeated the place. No living thing could prosper here. Just being near made Kazuya uncomfortable. "Master, Prince Vorigan has arrived, seeking an audience with you." Edited by Kazuya, Oct 20 2009, 09:36 PM.
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