Our Solemn Hour Within Temptation's Sins [Open]

[Cata]

Death. Decay. Filth. All of this surrounded her as did the screams and cries of those less fortunate in the pens. She kept to the back of her cage, azure orbs silently watching the slavers as they moved. She brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around then and hugging them as she winced, another scream ringing out as they dragged another sobbing woman out. She closed her eyes to it all, the sun high in the sky. She could feel it, even in the darkness of her cell. Without her magicks to help her, she had become very sensitive during the noon hour when the sun was at its highest point, beating down on the earth.

She sighed, resting her forehead on her knees. Her stomach twisted in knots. She was starving. But Goddess forbid..She would not tell these slavers what she really was and why she rejected the items they tried to pass off as edible food. There was humans all around, but their blood smelled spoiled and she had to resist the urge to gag on the bile that would rise in the back of her throat.

She hugged her knees tighter, wanting so badly to just scream and pitch a fit. A very unladylike manner, but she honestly didn't care anymore. She was slowly losing her sanity in this place, the smell of stale blood making the beast within her pace and snarl. She needed to feed. But she also needed to get out of this cage and this disease ridden place.

Her head then snapped up as her cell was opened. She watched the woman who was thrown in. She curled her lips in disgust, smelling the many men on the woman. Goddess it made this all worse for her. THe woman was sobbing, pleading to be let out. Promising favors and things that revolted Ciena to the point she wanted to kill the woman to silence her. The guard left and the woman wailed before she looked at Ciena. Her azure eyes were rimmed with red, eyes that of a predator, a starved animal just thrown a scrap of meat within their reach.

The thought of drinking from the whore disgusted her, but she needed blood before she ended up losing her dwiddling sanity to the beast within her.

"Come here.." she crooned at the woman. While her powers were sealed, she still have a bit of energy for a bit of complusion in her voice to bring the woman to her.

THe whore crawled over, transfixed by those eyes and voice. Ciena was disgusted with herself but there was no other option. She looked around for guards or anyone watching. No..The slaves were too busy rattling their cages or sleeping and the guards were closer to the new meat that had come in that morning. She looked at the woman sitting before her in complete obidience. Ciena calmed herself and then in a flash grabbed the woman and sank her fangs in deep. No sound came from the woman as she drank in a ravenous manner. Even if the blood was a bit tainted, it was still heaven after so long without sustanance. Her eyes kept watching for anything that might be a danger. She did not savor the blood, simply drank to fill her form. It took a moment for her to finish, the woman limp in her arms.

Ciena pulled her mouth back and licked the blood away from her lips before running her tongue over the pinpricks, sealing them with the healing agent in her saliva. She felt a bit stronger now and tossed the dead woman from her. WIth a sigh she leaned back against her cell once more and stared forward, mind wandering.

Would she ever go back home?

[This is opened to everyone who wishes to make a charry and involve them. THe vampire court is open. Please read Cien'a profile to see what happened there. But yes we allow others to come in and play in this story if you so wish!]

[Dreamer]

Quiet. It was a blessed, wonderful thing. Interrupted only by the steady clip clops of the horses pulling his carriage. He road alone, within the elegant black vehicle...nestled amid the red velvet comfort. Desmond's mood wasn't the most brilliant at the moment, considering the chaos that currently lay within his private office. His neat papers, the near obsessive order he kept everything in had been destroyed by a stray cat and a careless maid. Never mind the troublesome councilor that was currently staying within his home. Pathetic old man. It was a sad day, when a trip to the slave pens turned out to be a stress relief.

The sudden stop of the horses drug him from his thoughts. It seemed, that they had arrived. But a moment later, one of the guards were opening the door and he was emerging in a flurry of dark elegance. The ornament within his hair gleaming beneath the sunlight. "M'lord...we didn't expect you to come personally..." The slaver began, earning a heartstoppingly cold glance from deep blue eyes....making the man stutter. "I did not come here to converse." Desmond responded icily, "Lead me to the new merchandise." There was a silent 'immediately' hovering in the air.

The man swallowed convulsively, and fidgetted beneath that hard stare. Lord Severi was not a man to take lightly. He could very easily make the king himself fidget uncomfortably. Without attempting to make further conversation, the slaver gave a low bow before he straightened up and hurried to lead the way into the pits. Desmond just barely resisted curling his lip at the back of the loathesome worm's head before trailing after him. Long arms crossed behind his back, stance regal. Elegance personified, he earned his fair amount of glances from men and women alike. Unfortunately, he refused any partner that might approached him.

It wasn't all to long, before they were emerging at a set of dirty cells. Disgusting, filthy holes filled with individuals who looked as if they hadn't had a bath in months. Every one he passed wasn't even given a second glance, at least until he came upon one that carried a woman. She sat amid the dirt, not all to far from a dead woman. And, having seen death enough in his life, he knew it all to well.

[Cata]

The slaver saw the unmoving woman his guards had just put in and looked at the new teen in the back. He didn't like her. Her eyes had made him want to run screaming. Her frowned and stopped, peering in. "You! Slave! What happened to this woman?" he screeched. Slowly, her face turned toward the horrid man, eyes now azure, cold and predatory still. Her gaze with crawled over to the dead whore. She shrugged, dragging her azure orbs to the slaver once more.

"Should I care what happened to that, filth?" she drawled in a uncaring manner. She then was looking at the regal man just beyond the slaver. SHe smirked and laughed softly. "I know neither of you do. Afterall..She isn't even worth the dirt she died upon," she continued with her cruelty.

[Dreamer]

The slave had spirit. A smirk threatened to tug the emotionless bounty of his mouth upward, and yet he managed to detain it. His own deep cold blue eyes merely watched, with some brand of perverse amusement at the manner the slaver was dealt with. No, not your average merchandise in the least. Had his heart not been a thing shrouded in ice, he might have felt pity for seeing such a creature bound in chains. Spark was something terribly hard to find, even among the common wealth.

"Slaver." He spoke up, his deep elloquent voice cutting sharply through anything the little man would have begun to say. "I will purchase this woman." Startled, the slaver glanced up at him. A frown teasing the reaches of his pudgey face. "B-but m'lord..." He began, baffled. "She could be dangerous." Desmond's eyes however gave no change. They were calm deep reaches that were, if not a bit hard...stern. "I did not stutter."

A small bag of cold coins were tugged from the depths of the coat he wore; held out by elegant pale fingers. "This should be proficient." Within the money jangled enticingly, making the greedy little man quiver with something else other than fear now: greed. The Lord could have rolled his eyes, had he permitted it of himself. As it where he only patiently glanced back in the direction of the woman, giving no reason what so ever for his decisions. Either to her, nor the other male who stood several inches shorter than him.

Or at the very least seemed to, considering the quiet power Desmond Severi radiated.