Jira nodded as his blood surrounded her and similar to a platform began to slowly go up the steps with her on top small blood circling around her for balance the speed was that of a walk as Jira moved away the blood would go in any direction she wanted under Jira's whim but since he could not disobey her it would basically go in any direction she wanted.
Though it was a bit unsettling, she was lifted by a large blob of blood, it was a bit strange, but it was not the first time she saw that manner of transportation. Sarah used to get up the stairs like that all the time. It was the first time though she was subjected to it and it was just a tad weird.
But anyway, the cloud of blood transported her in front of her door where it deposited her gently. She leaned her weigth on her good leg and turned to Jira.
"Thank you Jira." She said pushing her door open and entering her room.
Well, it looked more like hopping, but in a more graceful and catlike way. The elder made her way to her bathroom and was relieved to find it cleaned. Then she remembered she had sent for her butler and maid the night before and was happy they had arrived and done some work on the manor in such a short notice.
The elder made herself a really hot bath before going to sleep in her bed which now sported a matress and sheets.
(They are vampiric magic users)
But anyway, the cloud of blood transported her in front of her door where it deposited her gently. She leaned her weigth on her good leg and turned to Jira.
"Thank you Jira." She said pushing her door open and entering her room.
Well, it looked more like hopping, but in a more graceful and catlike way. The elder made her way to her bathroom and was relieved to find it cleaned. Then she remembered she had sent for her butler and maid the night before and was happy they had arrived and done some work on the manor in such a short notice.
The elder made herself a really hot bath before going to sleep in her bed which now sported a matress and sheets.
(They are vampiric magic users)
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Jira said and did nothing he only went to his room not caring that the zombie was dead anymore...he only knew what he did was wrong to order his master...he didn't care if she didn't think of him as a slave he would treat himself like one for the rest of his days while he was alive...
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There was...something...here. It hovered at the edge of perception. It was nothing, and yet undeniable. Kieran sniffed the air, but not with his nose.
He did not sigh, or fortify himself. He was beyond that- he'd already made this choice a hundred, a thousand times in the past few years. He turned towards the faint trail, followed it. For all his lone wolf tendencies, there was yet a part of him that yearned for an elder's presence. It was a very small, very quiet part of him, and he hated it. Kieran hated even more that he was about to feed the craving, however unwillingly, for one did not enter an elders territory without paying one's respects. Of course, paying those respects was always a delicate dance that could very well lead the unwary places they were better off not to travel.
Kieran had heard of the one he sought. Rumors mostly, whispered in the dark, but when so many stories reached one's ears it was hard not to give credit to some of them. He was not entirely sure what to expect of this particular vampire, and it made him...uncomfortable.
It was the fact he would be expected to show throat that enraged him. Quietly, oh so carefully, but it burned.
The house- mansion- was not what impressed him. It was the feel. Memories, thick with blood, scattered the ground under his feet, whirled in the air he did not breathe. They clung even to his own limited bloodmagic felt it. They swirled as he waded through them towards the entrance. Raising one fist, he thundered on the wall next to the door. He’d learned previously that not all doors were stout enough to with stand his knock.
There was...something...here. It hovered at the edge of perception. It was nothing, and yet undeniable. Kieran sniffed the air, but not with his nose.
He did not sigh, or fortify himself. He was beyond that- he'd already made this choice a hundred, a thousand times in the past few years. He turned towards the faint trail, followed it. For all his lone wolf tendencies, there was yet a part of him that yearned for an elder's presence. It was a very small, very quiet part of him, and he hated it. Kieran hated even more that he was about to feed the craving, however unwillingly, for one did not enter an elders territory without paying one's respects. Of course, paying those respects was always a delicate dance that could very well lead the unwary places they were better off not to travel.
Kieran had heard of the one he sought. Rumors mostly, whispered in the dark, but when so many stories reached one's ears it was hard not to give credit to some of them. He was not entirely sure what to expect of this particular vampire, and it made him...uncomfortable.
It was the fact he would be expected to show throat that enraged him. Quietly, oh so carefully, but it burned.
The house- mansion- was not what impressed him. It was the feel. Memories, thick with blood, scattered the ground under his feet, whirled in the air he did not breathe. They clung even to his own limited bloodmagic felt it. They swirled as he waded through them towards the entrance. Raising one fist, he thundered on the wall next to the door. He’d learned previously that not all doors were stout enough to with stand his knock.
(Its ok, it was a thread on standby anyway.)
She had been blissfully asleep, the lalaland welcoming her with open arms. She was snuggled in her pillows, her messed up hair sticking as if she had stuck her finger in an electric plug. That was because she had frizzy hair when she didn't brush them before going to sleep. Yes, the elder Rayana didn't have perfect hair, she had to be careful with it or she had a mess like just now.
Grumbling under her breath when she was woken by loud knocking on the manor's door, she put her pillow over her head and tried to get back to sleep. Meanwhile, the butler had heard both the knocking and her reaction and was making his way to the door. The middle aged elegantly clothed man opened the door and gvae the vampire outside his lady's door a look.
"Yes?"
He would not let him enter until he was sure it was not another traitor, which Kieran could very well be, or if it was the police, that would be nasty as well since she had trouble with them a few centuries back. He could hear his mistress getting ready to give whoever it was an ear bashing for having woken her, but that would have to wait until he had at least gotten his name and the purpose of why he was here.
"I have received orders to not let anyone enter without milady's permission." He told in strict british accent.
She had been blissfully asleep, the lalaland welcoming her with open arms. She was snuggled in her pillows, her messed up hair sticking as if she had stuck her finger in an electric plug. That was because she had frizzy hair when she didn't brush them before going to sleep. Yes, the elder Rayana didn't have perfect hair, she had to be careful with it or she had a mess like just now.
Grumbling under her breath when she was woken by loud knocking on the manor's door, she put her pillow over her head and tried to get back to sleep. Meanwhile, the butler had heard both the knocking and her reaction and was making his way to the door. The middle aged elegantly clothed man opened the door and gvae the vampire outside his lady's door a look.
"Yes?"
He would not let him enter until he was sure it was not another traitor, which Kieran could very well be, or if it was the police, that would be nasty as well since she had trouble with them a few centuries back. He could hear his mistress getting ready to give whoever it was an ear bashing for having woken her, but that would have to wait until he had at least gotten his name and the purpose of why he was here.
"I have received orders to not let anyone enter without milady's permission." He told in strict british accent.
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Kieran tilted his head back to give a good try at looking down his nose at the taller men. It wasn't an entire failure. "I am Kieran Mac an tSaior," he rumbled. Somehow, it figured the elder would have an English butler. Why did it always have to be the English? Kieran just about spat.
Temper, temper, he reminded himself.
Until the butler said some nonsense about not being allowed in. Kieran narrowed his eyes and let one lip curl up to flash a fang. Not a complete challenge, but close. One did not challenge hired help, but Kieran did not appreciate being held outside upon the whim of another. "I am no stray kitten, to be kept waiting at the doorway." Some elders respected a bit of rebelliousness- as long as it didn't go too far. Hopefully this particular elder was not one to quash any sign of defiance. It had been a while since Kieran had played that game; he was a little ou tof practice.
He crosed his arms. "Never the less, I have business with her, so I shall wait." His tone said that it was only by his choice.
Temper, temper, he reminded himself.
Until the butler said some nonsense about not being allowed in. Kieran narrowed his eyes and let one lip curl up to flash a fang. Not a complete challenge, but close. One did not challenge hired help, but Kieran did not appreciate being held outside upon the whim of another. "I am no stray kitten, to be kept waiting at the doorway." Some elders respected a bit of rebelliousness- as long as it didn't go too far. Hopefully this particular elder was not one to quash any sign of defiance. It had been a while since Kieran had played that game; he was a little ou tof practice.
He crosed his arms. "Never the less, I have business with her, so I shall wait." His tone said that it was only by his choice.
Sighing, the elder vampire made her way downstairs. She was in a relaxed white snuggly wool shirt and black pants. Her hair was still a frizzy mess, she had tried to put it in somewhat of an order or style, but it wasn't all that much of s success.
Her hair was in a messy bun, and she was barefoot. Making her way to the door, her frame took a more straight and powerful feel to it. Her black eyes were looking at the vampire who had appeared on her doorstep, some distrust was there, but it was hidden enough that it could only be translated as wariness.
She had heard their previous conversation and simply flashed kieran an hint of a fang. The butler went back to his other duties when she arrived at the door. Her cat like steps brought her at the edge of being outside and she gave the other vampire a once over.
"I heard you wanted to talk to me?" She asked him in a neutral voice.
She firgured that since he wasn't even a millenia old, she had not much to fear from him.
Her hair was in a messy bun, and she was barefoot. Making her way to the door, her frame took a more straight and powerful feel to it. Her black eyes were looking at the vampire who had appeared on her doorstep, some distrust was there, but it was hidden enough that it could only be translated as wariness.
She had heard their previous conversation and simply flashed kieran an hint of a fang. The butler went back to his other duties when she arrived at the door. Her cat like steps brought her at the edge of being outside and she gave the other vampire a once over.
"I heard you wanted to talk to me?" She asked him in a neutral voice.
She firgured that since he wasn't even a millenia old, she had not much to fear from him.
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He glanced at her, but instinctively looked down and away when he caught a flash of fang. Kieran couldn't hold her gaze, and hated himself for it. Sweet Danu, actually looked away like a kitten whose dam just threatened to swat it with her paw.
Of course, it was mightily old paw.
He stiffened and carefully looked back, but his gaze slid to a spot just over her right shoulder. Not quire submissive, but not challenging. Oh, no, he had no desire at all to challenge this one, whatever he thought of her butler.
"Simply a matter or protocol, elder," He stetched a bow. Kieran had never gotten the hang of bows- left the neck too well exposed. It was not graceful, not was it pretty and was obviously reluctant. He'd just have to hope he got points for trying. He could not keep one eyebrow from twitching, just the least bit. "I appologize for waking you, elder. I would have waited." Bitterly. Angrily. But he would have.
Of course, it was mightily old paw.
He stiffened and carefully looked back, but his gaze slid to a spot just over her right shoulder. Not quire submissive, but not challenging. Oh, no, he had no desire at all to challenge this one, whatever he thought of her butler.
"Simply a matter or protocol, elder," He stetched a bow. Kieran had never gotten the hang of bows- left the neck too well exposed. It was not graceful, not was it pretty and was obviously reluctant. He'd just have to hope he got points for trying. He could not keep one eyebrow from twitching, just the least bit. "I appologize for waking you, elder. I would have waited." Bitterly. Angrily. But he would have.
The elder leaned against the door frame, her arms crossing over her chest. Her posture was unthreatening, she hadn't seen something in the other vampire to be mad at, yet. He looked a lot uncomfortable in front of her doorstep like that, but it didn't worry her that much. She could see it, she was not an oblivious hag like certain other people.
She, unlike many others, just chose to ignore it. Her back stiffened when the other vampire bowed to her, she had had enough of that when she was younger, could you believe people were bending on their knees as she passed? Anyays, she had had three millenias to get fed up of it.
She had to give it to him though, he was trying his best but was failing at being that submissive.
"Don't bow to me." She told simply but neutrally. "Anyway, your knocking would have woken the dead. Isn't it normal that it would have woken me up?"
She turned her back to him and stalked towards the kitchen, gesturing for him to come with her as she did. Once there, she took a bag of coffee out of the drawers and proceeded to make herself some of it. Since she had discovered coffee, she often took a cup of the stuff in the morning.
"Anyway, want some coffee?" She said sitting at the table with her own cup. "So what did you want to talk to me about? Be more precise, there are many protocols."
She, unlike many others, just chose to ignore it. Her back stiffened when the other vampire bowed to her, she had had enough of that when she was younger, could you believe people were bending on their knees as she passed? Anyays, she had had three millenias to get fed up of it.
She had to give it to him though, he was trying his best but was failing at being that submissive.
"Don't bow to me." She told simply but neutrally. "Anyway, your knocking would have woken the dead. Isn't it normal that it would have woken me up?"
She turned her back to him and stalked towards the kitchen, gesturing for him to come with her as she did. Once there, she took a bag of coffee out of the drawers and proceeded to make herself some of it. Since she had discovered coffee, she often took a cup of the stuff in the morning.
"Anyway, want some coffee?" She said sitting at the table with her own cup. "So what did you want to talk to me about? Be more precise, there are many protocols."
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Thank Danu. An elder that did not appreciate bowing and scraping and carying on. He lficked one shoulder in an abortive shrug. "I am not sorry for knocking if it hurried you to the door. I might be, though, if it put you in an ill temper." Truth. Painful, but what else was there to such a question?
Still, Kieran was not entirely sure he wanted to follow the lady into her den. He looked very much ike the cat caught in a rocking chair factory as he walked after her, a careful eight steps behind and one to the left. In the kitchen, he blinked at her offer of coffee. "Nay, I havena grown to enjoy the stuff." He did not like bieng in her home, in her territory. It made his tongue nervous enough to thicken the Scottish brogue. He did not sit. In his years as a youthful vampire, he'd been beaten out of that particular habit. Also, it was harder to defend yourself, or get away if you were seated. Standing was a better option.
"Simply to announce myself in your territory, elder." Much preferable to coming upon her, unnanounced, in some dark alley one night. Mostly. He wasn't sure if being invited into her home boded well or not. "I did not wish there to be any... misunderstandings."
No. No misunderstandings. Of course, on second thought, waking the lady from her slumber probably wasn't the choisest way to start.
Still, Kieran was not entirely sure he wanted to follow the lady into her den. He looked very much ike the cat caught in a rocking chair factory as he walked after her, a careful eight steps behind and one to the left. In the kitchen, he blinked at her offer of coffee. "Nay, I havena grown to enjoy the stuff." He did not like bieng in her home, in her territory. It made his tongue nervous enough to thicken the Scottish brogue. He did not sit. In his years as a youthful vampire, he'd been beaten out of that particular habit. Also, it was harder to defend yourself, or get away if you were seated. Standing was a better option.
"Simply to announce myself in your territory, elder." Much preferable to coming upon her, unnanounced, in some dark alley one night. Mostly. He wasn't sure if being invited into her home boded well or not. "I did not wish there to be any... misunderstandings."
No. No misunderstandings. Of course, on second thought, waking the lady from her slumber probably wasn't the choisest way to start.
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