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Post by Amara de Lutaire on Jul 7, 2010 21:25:40 GMT -7
Hours, days, weeks, months, years....they all blur together in Amara's mind. One who has existed this long is apt to find herself lost to bouts of insanity. She sits at a vanity in her room, spine straight as she weaves her delicate, blond braids into an elaborate pattern atop her head. Her room is but one of many in her vast mansion, though she needs no such place. Satisfied with her hair, she stands, smoothing the silk fabric of her gown before padding down the stone stairway in her bare feet.
The large, empty rooms sadden her. She has plenty of space, and none to share it with. She longs to find someone like her, someone that can relate. It's similar to her longing for blood. She does not kill to survive, and can go long periods without drinking blood, but the blood lust is always there, beneath the surface. Instead, she takes only a little drink from those she passes in the streets or other public places. Her ability to endure sunlight through her demon magick was a great benefit to using the little drink. A quick spell, or use of her vampiric powers can lure an unsuspecting mortal to a secluded spot of Amara's choosing. There she will feed, but only a little, leaving the victim unharmed. Her saliva will close the wounds, and her victim remembers nothing, save perhaps having stolen a kiss from a beautiful young maiden.
Able to walk in sunlight, Amara chose this morning to venture for a leisurely stroll. There are a few others around, all along the streets, but Amara pays them no mind. She does not hunger today, instead she seeks one who might interest her. Someone who can break this monotony of boredom that has become Amara's life. She strolled until the sun set, where the darkness wrapped her in it's familiar embrace. She was drawn then to Les Invalides, where she wandered among gravestones, lost in thoughts and memories of her past.
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Post by Marie Antoinette on Jul 8, 2010 8:24:52 GMT -7
The cemetery had that eerie silence that Marie always found comfort in as she passed through the gates. She took a small side trip from Versailles and somehow ended up here. On the other hand, she was long due for a trip to Paris. Clutching onto her small handbag, she weaved her way in and out the marked tombstones of dead souls - admiring some of the grave markings.
It had been quite a while since she stepped foot in a cemetery. The last one she went to was when her daughter, Marie Thérèse Charlotte, passed away in 1851. She used to visit her daughter's grave until about 1900. Why she stopped, even she did not know.
A soft sigh passed through her lips as she continued to wander about the cemetery. But she soon stopped in her tracks as she spotted a figure not too terribly far away from her. Cantering her head to one side, she contemplated if this person was worth her while. She hadn't fed in quite a few hours and was feeling a bit hungry. Her fangs grew a bit as she smiled to this other figure before walking over to this figure - the smell of blood was ever so intoxicating to her.
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Post by Amara de Lutaire on Jul 9, 2010 21:04:50 GMT -7
There was no sound to betray her presence, silent as Amara's own. There wasn't anything but scent and the sense of someone else walking the lines of graves and tombs. To any mortals, Amara could easily be mistaken for an apparition of a spirit from another era. Her alabaster pale skin, her white-blond hair in it's intricate weaves, even the white gowns she oft favored would lend credence to that assumption. She was not mortal, but she was not a spirit, though she was from times long past.
Amara turned from the waist, drawing in the scent of another female, like her. Turning fully, Amara made her way through the desolate rows toward this other woman. Skirts rustling like the barest breeze through a dense canopy of trees, she lifted the sides of her gown to allow freedom of movement.
She was startled to see a well coiffed woman, much like herself strolling these still isles. As the other vampiress came into view, Amara was startled to recognize her. She knew her not personally, but the woman's visage and countenance was unsurpassed. It was none other that Marie Antoinette. Amara gave her a proper greeting, courtesying. "Greetings, Lady Marie Antoinette. I am Amara de Lutaire." Not only were Amara's spirits and mood elevated at finding another like herself, but more over, one so very much like herself. A congenial woman, elegance and grace. Immortal. And for this once, someone renown in life as well as death. Amara found herself smiling softly as her ever lurking depressed manner was decreasing more so by the hour.
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Post by Marie Antoinette on Jul 31, 2010 17:56:40 GMT -7
Marie began walking closer to this figure. But she soon stopped in her tracks once her ears picked up the rustle of skirts that seemed to be getting closer to her. Folding her hands, she rested them onto her gown and squinted her eyes to see who this other female was. Once the female got closer to her, Marie unclasped her hands and rested them at her side. Oh. Just another mortal., she mused to herself. "Bonsoir, Amara. Such a lovely evening here in with the dead, don't you think?" she tried to make conversation, a bit dumbfounded over the fact that this unknown lady has known her name beforehand. |
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Post by Amara de Lutaire on Aug 3, 2010 23:50:24 GMT -7
There always seemed to be such silence, stillness, and solace in cemeteries. So long as I was afforded the rare opportunity to ignore the spirits that wandered aimlessly, or the occasional vampires rising. It was not hard, until those horrid moments of depression were upon me. For just after I'd succumb to the depression, the bouts of madness came on. I could not bare it, and yet I must. With age & immortality can often come a terrible price.
"That it is. I've always found peace among the dead myself. And you as well, lady, for you've just stated such. That too, we have in common." We both still chose to attire ourselves from fashions past, were both undead, and found sanctity among rows of stone marking those who've gone beyond the physical. "You must be aware that you've long been thought dead, and still are, to mortals. Yet you are infamous my lady, and I consider it my great honor to have met you and to be in your presence. Shall we walk together amidst the decaying ones?"
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Post by Marie Antoinette on Aug 9, 2010 15:06:11 GMT -7
A soft chuckle couldn't help but to escaped her painted pink lips as Amara stated that many had thought she was dead. Well, that part was sort of true. She was dead, but she wasn't at the same time. She was still walking around on this Earth. Her eyes scanned the tombs before them. There was no other presence but the two of them at the moment. It would have been rather interesting to have someone else appear to them - preferably a mortal in Marie's opinion.
"Yes. Countless mortals think that I am dead. Those that do have the honor of meeting of me don't even have the chance to tell others that I am alive and well."she couldn't help but grin at her last sentence, for it was very true to her.
Marie soon cantered her head to one side, her eyes locking with Amara's. She silently pondered a few things herself about this other immortal before opening her mouth and speaking to her again.
"You seem to have come straight out of my time. Is that true? Forgive me if I am wrong...but you just seem to have that aura about you that glows from the eighteenth century." she said with a nod and a slight curtsy.
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