The party begins

[tylerchase]

Well not surprising to know one there happened to be a party at the Shrine of Ivan in Darkling Hallows which to be honest was not all that much of a surprise to anyone's who's ears the news had reached, in fact it was so common that you could even so many of those people that had found out about it yawning with boredom to be honest I mean it look there is someone now. it has taken a few days but the party was now ready for those who wanted to join and had started all of an hour ago. The planning for it had been going on for some amount of days now, around two months maybe, quite a lot of people knew about it and its was for once not just the young who were going, there were some older people going to hang out or whatever they wanted to call it over there, there might even be a jester round to lighten up the mood and stop people getting at each others throats, that could happen but it most likely would not happen at all. It was not know who exactly was going, people were guessing who was going though

Tyler Chase the Jaded Crystal Elf arrived at the Shrine of Ivan stepping out of a cloud of shadows, he touched the Jaded crystal around his neck before looking at at the Shrine in front of him, he smiled softly at what he could hear inside. He had decided a couple of days ago that he would join the party. It had taken him some time but he had finally got here, using the shadows had saved him some time. Tye quickly adjusted his clothes and made sure his swords were where they were supposed to be. He walked on in and was created by music and party goers, he decided to walk around and see what was going on first.

[»Míríel«]

~‡- Kíara -‡~

Darkness, it could be so stifling sometimes. It was almost as if you could feel it gathering around you, closing in, waiting. Most would find this feeling unnerving, but due to the message of a gathering, Kiara thought it worthwhile. Plus, she had found herself wandering in the lands of death more than her native lands. She never could get uses to it, the lands of life had freedom wafting through on the breeze, here, it was different. Different wasn't always bad.

A gentle breeze meandered around the Shrine before Kiara. It seemed to be seeking around the place, brushing gently past people. Then Kiara entered, her short brown hair barely brushed her shoulders. Braids, decorated the hair with texture and made it appear more feminine. She was not a breathtaking beauty, nor was she plain, but she had more of a magnetic quality about her, something that was eye catching. Perhaps it was her stormy grey eyes, her confidant stride, or her wild essence, whatever it was, there was something different about her.

As she made it through the crowd, wandering here and there, with her staff like weapon beside her, Kiara let her gaze drift from person to person. Most of the people muttered to each other, and some people gazed at her curiously. They were all greeted wit ha stern stare from her. Her eyes focused on a young elf, adjusting his clothes and walking into the party.

As her attention was diverted a man bumped into her, the smell of alcohol emitting from him. "What where you are going woman. Get outta my way." Kiera whirled around, and knocked the man sharply on his head with her staff-like weapon. Then before he fell she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him close. "What did you call me?" Her eyes bored into his as he blubbered for a moment, trying to figure out what happened. "Woman..it's what you is right?"
Kiara narrowed her eyes at him. "Watch where you are going you fool, or you will get much more than a rap on your head."She let go of his shirt, causing him to tumble down. "And go take a bath, you reek." Kiara's eyes darted around her at the circle which had now gathered around her. Straightening she planted the staff besides her. "What are you all looking at? Go back to your own business and stop sticking your nose in mine." Few moved back, others stood staring. Kiara was not their leader, and she was a stranger, why would they listen to her?

[x isabella.]

♦ isabella ♦

The vampire slid through the crow elegantly, bumping into no one. With the years she'd been a vampire, Isabella had learned how to easily maneuver her way through a crowd to get to her destination. She had never been much of a people person, but something had drawn her to this party. Perhaps it had been the amount of time spent planning it, or that there were all sorts of people coming. Isabella had always been curious.

She walked up to a refreshments table and stared at the available selection. Her lips curved into a smile when she saw they had blood. This party was definitely trying to attract all sorts of people. Isabella got a glass of blood mixed with some alcohol; if you didn't know better you'd think it looked like wine. To her, blood was like a human's wine.

Delicately, she took sips of her drink as she walked through the crowd, stopping to chat with a couple friends she'd made in town or parties before. She even stopped to chat with some promising-looking people. Isabella didn't usually talk to people she didn't know, for she was cautious about them. You never knew if one was going to stab you in the back, perhaps even literally.

Isabella jumped backwards as someone was shoved towards her, making sure not to get her cute light blue dress dirty. Blood, and wine, stained clothing--she knew that first hard. The man who had nearly knocked her over looked young. She assumed he was a human magician, considering the fear in his eyes. Isabella shook her head and gave him a friendly smile. "Careful," She told him before walking away.

It was then she realized that her glass was empty. With a quiet sigh, she went back over to the refreshments table and set it down. Hopefully someone was in charge of putting away used glasses, though it wasn't really her problem. Isabella walked back towards the crowd, sliding in between people holding drinks and groups of people chatting. She noticed that many people were already starting to get drunk. Why would they do that so early, she thought, as they may not remember the rest of the night? The night was early; the party had only begun less than two hours before.

It was then she spotted a young-looking elf. There was a crystal hanging around his neck. She had never seen anything like the crystal; it intrigued her. Isabella walked over to the elf and gave him a friendly smile. "Hi, I'm Isabella." She began. "What's with the crystal around your neck?" Isabella asked him curiously. She would have stayed to talk, but she heard a woman's angry yell--it may not have been to anyone else, but with Isabella's sensitive ears it was. Curious to see what the noise was, she titled her head, allowing more sound to reach her ear. Completely forgetting about the elf, she headed towards the source, shouldering her way through the crowd. It was there she was a woman with short brown hair.

The woman had just hit a man upon the head with a staff-like object. She let out a quiet giggle as the woman yelled at the crowd. Isabella was interested in the girl; she seemed interesting and looked as though she wasn't dependent on any man. Women who didn't depend on a man were people Isabella liked to be around, for it showed they were strong physically and emotionally.

She walked over to the brown-haired woman, ignoring the crowd as they watched her walk. Her white heels clicked against the stone floor; it was quite loud in the quiet surrounding crowd. Isabella stopped perhaps a foot away from the woman. "Well at least someone can put a man in his place!" Isabella exclaimed, smiling. "I'm Isabella. That was quite a show!" She told her. It was unlike Isabella to suddenly talk to someone, especially in the middle of a staring crowd, but she felt as though this woman was worth it.

[»Míríel«]

~‡- Kíara -‡~

Kiara eyes the lady who approached her critically. Her grip tightened on her staff weapon. The body language of the lady seemed to be smooth, serene, not aggressive and bumbling like the man before her. still Kiara has learned you could never be to careful.

The woman spoke and Kiara just stared at her for a moment as silence grew between them. To many Kiara would seem just as stoney as before, but to those who were observant, they would have noticed her grip relaxing and a little spark coming to her eye. "Yes, men need to be put into their place every once in a while." Kiara nodded in greeting to Isabella as a little smirk crawled to her face. " I'm glad you enjoyed it isabella. It seemed like the people in here like that sort of thing'. She cast her gaze across the room full of people, glances were being cast at her and Isabella.

Kiara's eyes slid over to Isabella. "I am guessing you are of the Dark element. This must be your home then. Can you tell me why your people seem to please themselves by attacking the "punch" bowl with such rigor. If I remember correctly, this party has just begun yet some are as tipsy as a newborn cat." She scowled back at a curious glance from a man by the punch table. Then motioning with her head in the direction of the elf who had arrived and continued to stand watching the party from the shadows, she continued, "And who is that? He seems to act as though he owns the place."

[x isabella.]

♦ isabella ♦

Isabella smiled when the women relaxed a bit and replied to her. She had to admit, the woman's rough, warrior-like appearance interested her. She was more of a girly person, preferring fashion over comfort. But the woman's style was actually really nice, she thought. It showed style and confidence. Isabella like that.

"Men think they can do anything." Isabella shook her head and closed her eyes for a moment. "I suppose they, do, don't they? It gets annoying though; people are so nosy. Hey! Mind your own business!" She raised her voice at the end. Isabella had begun to feel a bit anxious with all the eyes on her. Most of the crowd had turned away; the only ones who kept watching were the annoying nosy fools Isabella hated. She'd find a way to deal with them, later. Hopefully without hurting anyone.

The vampire nodded her head. Yes, she was of the Dark element--and she loved it. Of course, it was only natural for a vampire to love the dark, wasn't it? Sunlight injured them, and dark was a refuge. She giggled, then smirked. "Ah, the 'punch'. Perhaps it is because when they do something bad or go home drunk, they can tell their families that they were not aware the punch was mainly strong alcohol. Myself, I prefer alcohol with a lot of blood mixed in. After all, I am a vampire." She gave her a friendly smile, showing her that she didn't mean any harm by the last bit. Some grew offended when Isabella mentioned being a vampire, though she couldn't imagine exactly why. Ah, but it didn't really matter to her. She was what she was and wouldn't change for anyone.

"Not that you aren't welcome--you definitely are after what you did, but why exactly are you at a party in the dark lands? I know you're not of the dark element. You seem more..." She paused and studied the woman in front of her quickly. "You look more like an air type of girl. Also, I feel it is necessary for me to know your name." Isabella smiled sweetly at her. "After all, you do know mine."

Who? Isabella thought, turning and looking to where Kiara motioned. "Oh, him? I actually do not know. He definitely does not own the place. I had been talking to him before your little show went on. Oh, I completely forgot I had been talking to him. Oh well. His confidence sort of irks me." She dismissed the elf man, turning back to the woman with a small flip of her hair.

[»Míríel«]

~‡- Kíara -‡~

Kiara nodded to Isabella assuring her that she was welcome. It was strange to be in such a place as this. It seemed like everyone here was of the element dark. Kiara was alone, a stranger. This did not cause fear or discomfort to rise up in her heart, instead it seemed to amplify her confidence. If they wanted to attack her, or start a fight, she would give them something that they would remember. Forever.

As Isabella yelled at the crowed, Kiara's fingers tightened on her staff slightly. She did not like being stared at like some animal. This is why she liked being alone, there were no toes to tread, no social graces required, only speed, endurance, and a level head. She was starting to wonder what possessed her to come to such a gathering. Perhaps it is a full moon tonight... Even though Kiara was not a werewolf, the wolf spirit inside of her seemed to grow more daring around the full moon. Ever sense Kiara was a child she had favored the form of a wolf when shape shifting. It seemed to match her personality better than anything else.

The girl was talking again. Kiara's eyes slid over to the girl's light form. It wasstrange how this girl seemed so light in this place of darkness. She seemed to be a contrast of what you would imagine a Dark wielder to be. Light skin, hair and eyes, how puzzling, and she was a vampire. The smile was reassuring, and allowed a good view of the elongated incisors that vampire's held. Kiara shrugged away any discomfort at this fact. Isabella was dangerous, and so was she, this only leveled the ground they stood on.

Kiara studied Isabella when she asked what she was doing in the land of darkness when she was an element of Air. So she guessed it rightly. Do I stand out from the crowd that greatly? " I am not completely sure myself. A diversion from the general boredom I suppose. Though I don't know why I came here. It is completely against my usual character."

When Isabella asked for her name Kiara turned to look at her for a moment. " My name. Why is that necessary? It is my own and if I should choose to keep it, then that is my decision." Her face seem determined and set and not revealing a thing, when a memory of an old lesson taught long ago came to her mind. Kiara sighed slightly and she lowered her staff down slightly, and relaxed her stance. "My name is Kiara. Forgive me, I am not used to...gatherings such as these. Usually I prefer the company of the wind, not that of people. "

'Aye, his confidence is irking. I wonder why he is so proud." She shook her head. "This world place of darkness is a strange place." Her gaze sorted through the crowd. "It is like you feel alone amongst the people, yet at the same time you feel their gazes piercing into your back like daggers." Her eyes narrowed, "Judging." She turned back to Isabella. "So why are you here, for the thrill of people, or for general amusement?"

[Miss Fifi]

Fiore...[/size]
I'll be the victim, you'll be the voice in my head[/color]

The midnight air whisked around a tall and slender figure as his pointed black boots stepped silently across the stone pathway, like a sleek panther lurking toward its prey. His rich brown hair tousled around his face playfully, strands of it flowing into his brilliant eyes. His hands were placed casually in his lined, silky pockets of the onyx trousers that he wore, framing his lean legs perfectly as they billowed ever so slightly. A slight smirk was flitting across his lips as he sauntered closer to the towering doorways, their knobs a gaping lion's mouth with rings of polished silver metal dangling beneath.

The moment Fiore stepped inside, his senses were bombarded from all directions. A sickly sweet aroma of perfume and wine overwhelmed him, making him close his eyes slightly and take a step back. The sound pulsing through the entire building was mesmerizing; everywhere he turned he heard something different, another story, another foreign voice. The gentle playing of a piano and a violin could be heard in the background, alongside the beat of a heavy drum. The percussion went right through him, making his whole body vibrate with the beat. The heat of the throng of bodies around him almost made him salivate; this place was perfect.

As he slipped through the crowd like a wave of water, he could feel the lingering eyes of many young souls boring into him from behind as he made his way through as quietly as a shadow. Fiore looked perfectly tantalizing amongst the rest of the crowd--his silken black button-down shirt hung loosely off his shoulder and was undone down to his mid-torso. The cuffs and buttons were a brilliant gold and ornately designed. Beneath a slightly wrinkled grey mesh shirt clung to his shoulders and chest, showing off his lithe and lean figure. He wore black velvet gloves with metallic silver cross-stitches, a ruby ring with a gold setting hugging onto his index finger. Fiore's hair was messy and tasseled, sashaying over his blazing amber eyes like a blanket over a fire. His normally pale and dull skin was glowing like polished ivory, his lips curved as if carved from stone. He knew what he was here for. What she brought him for. And the part of him that still hid within was disgusted and terrified all at once. That had all changed once she took control. It was her hand that brushed back his hair in a nonchalant but seductive manner, her legs that strutted forward like a proud peacock, her lips that curled at the ends sensually. This was not the scared slave boy that had been beaten nearly to death a few nights before. Not in the least.

It was still his body, of course, still his form that prowled around with an air of sinister confidence. Still his voice that whispered out like rustling leaves in autumn, pure and untainted. The words that slipped from the lips, the thoughts that filled his mind, and the movements that controlled his limbs were of a very different source. A very malevolent source.

Glancing around the oversized, over-decorated mansion with a look of boredom, Fiore sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, making the silk of his collar rustle with unease. Perhaps this just wasn't the night.

As his fiery eyes swept over the pressing crowd one last time, a single figure stood out to him like the north star in the night sky. He swiveled on his heels slowly and craned his neck out, trying to get a better look at what appeared to be a rather potent soul. Fiore narrowed his eyes as his lips parted gradually in a look of confusion. Two...? There were truly two potentials here in the same place, on the same night? Wynona had thought that melding her little pet to her complete control like a pretty puppet was a treat. This was far beyond her expectations.

With a command from his mistress, Fiore felt his step quicken ever so lightly as he slunk in the two women's direction. As to not look to aggressive, he stepped backward and nonchalantly picked up a glass of red wine, sipping it politely even though neither of them had any taste for the drink. Fiore grimaced for a moment at the pungent flavor but continued to sample it nonetheless. As his fingers curved gracefully around the glass he meandered seemingly in a random pattern, moving this way and that, until he was closing in on his two targets. One was a tall and vivacious blonde, the other a strong and fierce-looking brunette. As he was walking, someone from nearby called out a flirtatious greeting to him, to which he laughed slightly and replied politely. Then, apparently unintentionally, he felt the bare back of the vampire woman behind him. A drop of the wine splashed out of his glass, but he ignored it and turned around, a genuinely surprised look on his face. "Pardon me, ladies," he purred, with a voice velvety and inviting. With a seductive half-smile his fingertips gingerly brushed her shoulder as he stalked over to a crimson-red lounge chair in the corner. With drink in hand he slumped down on it and reclined with his arm dangling off the edge, constantly looking at the two out of the corner of his eye, seeing if his attempt to draw in his prey would be successful.

[x isabella.]

♦ isabella ♦

Isabella found her gaze drifting away from the woman, instead resting on the hundred or so people around her. She scanned each face, trying to see if she knew them--out of all she could see, Isabella realized with a smirk she knew thirty of them. That was pretty good, even for her. She might seem very sociable, but she only talked to people that she thought wouldn't hurt her. But then again, she was always up for a risk.

She found herself smiling once again, something she'd always done, no matter how she felt. A smile could heal many things, she believed that with all her heart. Ah, just a little smile could improve one's day. Isabella had once given a smile to a lonely old man in a market, and he looked so much happier. She loved knowing she could do such a thing and help someone's heart as she did. And so, she smiled as much as she could without seeming, well, crazy. But back to the present; to the woman she was speaking to.

"You usual character, eh? It's hard to figure out what your usual character is. I was different as a human, y'know. Didn't like parties...but here I am." Isabella ranted on, barely looking at the one she was speaking to. Instead, she was searching for someone--someone familiar, but she couldn't quite remember his name. All she knew is that he said he'd be here, and he wasn't as far as she could tell. He wasn't that interesting, anyways.

Isabella frowned slightly at the woman's harsh words, but her lips found its place as a smile when she finally offered her name. Kiara. Feminine, but strong. It suited her. "Well, I'm very glad to have met you Kiara! It's not everyday one find someone like you!" She smiled happily. "It's quite alright, I understand. Sometimes people just don't wish to give a stranger their names. Although I'm not completely a stranger, not anymore." Her eyes seemed to sparkle. Ah, Isabella thought she had a new friend. Isabella would have to wait and see if they actually did end up as friends; maybe this was a one-time talk. She could only hope not.

She nodded, yes it was just as Kiara described. What was Isabella here for? Usually, she didn't really talk to much people, except for ones she already knew. She'd usually just watch people and observe what they were doing and chat a bit. Yet she did enjoy amusement, especially the man earlier. Every big party had something amusing; whether it be some sort of comedian or a fight; Isabella enjoyed watching both. "A bit of both, I suppose. Amusement is, well, quite amusing though." Isabella let out a girly giggle, but quickly silenced it and looked at Kiara, wide-eyed. She didn't usually giggle, but hey, there was a first for everything. "And you?"

"Ah, I sort of want another drink..." Isabella murmured, glancing over at the refreshments. She could definitely do with wine with blood mixed in. She almost licked her lips at the thought of the delicious, bitter and sweet taste.

It was then that someone bumped into her, causing Isabella's eyes to widen. The first thought that entered her mind was a Did something stain my dress?! A bit girly you might think, but it was how Isabella worked. She couldn't stand a flaw in her clothing; everything had to be perfect for the pretty vampire.

Pardon me, It was a vampire who had said it, with perfect hair and pale eyes. Exactly what Isabella loved in a man, she had to admit. But she wouldn't say that out loud. The way he spoke sent a chill through her body. His voice was so confident; it both annoyed and interested her. She resisted jumping backwards as his gloved fingers brushed her shoulder. Isabella watched as he sauntered over a chair in the corner of the room. She could tell he was watching her, the both of them. Like he was drawing in his prey. Isabella silently let out a laugh at the thought--she wouldn't be prey for anyone.

Isabella turned back to Kiara, with her eyebrows raised. Surely the brunette had seen the event that had just occurred; seen his pale eyes and perfect hair...Isabella couldn't get them out of her mind; it was almost as thought just the thought of it was infecting her mind! She did a visual shake of her head before looking back to Kiara with a slight smirk. Isabella wanted to go talk to the interesting man, but she couldn't do that alone. Ah, what a girl she was. Hopefully Kiara would accompany her.

"Well," Isabella spoke lowly, positioning herself so she could see the black-haired vampire through the corner of her eye. "He was interesting. I'm quite tempted to go have a talk to him. As embarrassing it is to ask, I'd really love it if you'd come with me." Isabella looked away. "After all, he made it clear he wanted to talk with the both of us. How else could you interpret that?" She gave Kiara a light smile and could only hope that Kiara would come with her. A girl rarely did things alone, and Isabella was barely an exception. Of course, should Kiara refuse, Isabella would go speak with him eventually. perhaps she could almost sneak up on him, so he didn't see her coming. That would make her feel better, she supposed. Oh, how she depended on people to help her. She'd be nothing without company, Isabella knew that.

Isabella quickly looked over at the vampire in the chair. Something about the way he sat meant something, but she couldn't decipher what exactly. She'd have to find out, sooner or later. Things like that, something she didn't know the truth to, or anything mysterious just made Isabella want to figure them out. As soon as possible. Isabella turned back to Kiara, intending nowt to look at him again unless Kiara should decide to go with Isabella to speak with the vampire.

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AHAHA MY POST IS LONGER THAN YOURS. OHYEAH SUCK THAT!
*cough* Cue Isabella obsessiveness? Heck yes!

[»Míríel«]

~‡- Kíara -‡~

Stormy eyes rested on the light form of Isabella. "My usual character is as it is now, and as it has always been. Some call me serene, others violent. Opinions make no difference to me, and which you choose to settle on is up to you. I will not attempt to make you like me. It is your choice." Many found Kiara's character hard to predict, or to categorize. Usually she was stoic, no emotion showing, but at the flip of a switch anger would rush from her and you would find yourself with a knife pointing at you. Even though she is unpredictable for character, there are some traits that she holds that are always constant, loyalty. Once you find a friend in Kiara, you will find that she is always loyal to you and will always protect you, even if you are no longer friends. This is an positive trait, but also a negative trait. If Kiara was to make a friend and that person was to turn against her, Kiara would never fight back, but only defend.

"It is strange how certain things, change you." Kiara let her eyes drift away from Isabella. "The stranger thing is in what manner you change." She turned back to Isabella, "I hope your change was for the better." There was something soft in Kiara's eyes, something caring. Her face didn't change, but kept the same serenity it held when she had walked into the room. It was then that she noticed Isabella's distracted manner. The girl was looking for someone, but who? Kiara, let her gaze drift behind Isabella. Even though curiosity was raised in her, Kiara would not ask. She didn't like to pry in others business. If they wanted her to know, they would tell, it was as simple as that.

"I am glad I have met you Isabella." Kiara nodded slightly, tipping her head in thanks. It had been a while since Kiara had spoken in a social manner to anyone. Usually all she spoke were threats, or warnings. When Isabella mentioned her not being a stranger anymore, Kiara nodded. 'I suppose you are not..."

Kiara sighed at the qustion what she was doing here. To be honest she didn't know herself. "I guess I thought it would be interesting to do something I hadn't before." She shrugged, "Perhaps see if I could make a friend, or enemies. Either one makes no difference. Enemies just mean one less person to worry about." She looked at Isabella, "Though friends are more desirable."

Another drink, Kiara looked at the glass held daintily, but carefully in Isabella's hand. No doubt with her being a vampire, the drink held a blood drink of some type. Though blood was something Kiara was used to, to see it drunken in such a calm and dainty manner was chilling. There was something about that substance which was more at home spilling on the earth, or being washed out of clothes. To see it held in a punch bowl, and served, to have it elevated to the high rank of being at a party, was strange.Kiara didn't think she wanted to see it in that manner again. Nothing would be said, and the slight discomfort of it in this manner was not shown on her face. Plus a diversion brought her mind to other things. A man had bumped into her friend. There was something about this man, something haunting and strange. Perhaps it was the way everything about him was perfect, his clothes, his hair, his manner. To perfect. To smooth. Kiara didn't think she was going to like this man, but she had been proven wrong today already, she never thought she would be friends with a vampire.

Then the man spoke, she could feel her mind clouding slightly, but by what? Perhaps it was the melodic and deep voice that wanted to sooth all her fears of the unknown, bringing her close to seek more refuge. It could be the way he carried himself. Confidence seemed to flow from him like a never ending river. Then he sat down and watched the two of them, his eyes boring into her. Kiara did not like this.

When Isabella turned to her with an eyebrow raised, Kiara already knew what she was going to ask. The man had struck her fancy, and she wanted to know more, even talk to him. "Why he would want to talk to us, I don't know. Surely it is nothing more than for idle purposes. Pus if he truly wanted to talk to us, he should be the man and start the conversation, nor be some prig who wants us to come to him. It is a sign of-" Kiara's eyes which had been on the man when she spoke, had turned back to Isabella. Seeing the look of pleading and determination had caused Kiara's words to stop flowing. They did not stop in her mind though. He is watching us like a cat looks at mice, and is waiting to see if his prey will come without a fight. The way he stares..." She narrowed her eyes at him as her grip grew tighter on her staff. " reminds me of a wolf." She opened her mouth to try and convince Isabella more, but being met with the look on her new friends face, she closed her mouth right up. "I have a feeling we will regret this, but I know if I do not go with you now, you will go by yourself." With a sigh she picked up her staff as her gaze went back to the man. "Let's go."

A wind blew through the room and seemed to spiral around Kiara before spreading out again. There was a sort of tension in the wind. Picking up her staff weapon Kiara made her way over. Her face was serious, stoic, but her eyes were fierce. It wasn't that Kiara didn't like men, it was just that she didn't trust them. She had seen many women change rapidly when they started trusting a man, they changed altogether, and it was not a change Kiara liked, or understood. She had never been in love, nor had she had any man show interest in her. It didn't take long before she made it to the place the man was sitting. A crimson lounge chair, how suiting. She took her place off to the side of him, leaving Isabella room to stand in the middle, if she so choose or is she even followed. "What do you want?" Short and direct. As always.

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[Miss Fifi]

Fiore...[/size]
I'll be the victim, you'll be the voice in my head[/color]

Wynona was a bit surprised by the sudden appearance of the two wenches approaching her pet. The effort had seemed futile, what with the brute filling the ditzy blonde one's head with negative ideas. But yet, through it all, her Fiore had overcome. Oh, what a wonderful asset he was turning out to be.

Slightly dazed when he heard the gruff voice of the brunette, Fiore jumped and glanced up at her with slightly wide eyes. The staff she held tightly in her grip was more than just a little intimidating, and the way her eyes bored down on Fiore was making him very uncomfortable. Wynona could sense that she was not one for the suave, saucy type, so she withdrew her control back just a small amount to allow some of her pet's natural characteristics to shine through. Instantly his body language changed. Instead of sprawling out like a tom cat he brought his legs in and sat up straight, both of his hands gripping the sides of his glass now. A look of nervousness flashed in his eyes but was replaced with a gentle sincerity.

He glanced down every few moments, a small smile playing at the edge of his lips. "I'm sorry.. Did I interrupt?"

[/color] he asked in a soft-spoken voice, almost inaudible over the crowd. He shifted on the lounge chair and looked up at her with a warm smile and continued, his voice a bit louder, "You and your friend just seemed like the most interesting people here.. I'm not used to gatherings like this,"[/color] he laughed shyly as he said that, knowing just how true it was. He wasn't even allowd to interact with one person unattended, let alone hundreds. But in the back of his mind he knew she was the one holding the reigns, keeping him cornered.

"Oh, my goodness. Where are my manners?"[/color] he said, some color coming to his cheeks. Standing up slowly as to not send the fiesty woman into a frenzy, he gestured for the two ladies to take the chair behind him, since most of the other seats in the house were taken up by drunken partygoers who had fallen asleep. "Please." Fiore could feel her intense eyes shooting straight into him, skeptical and distrusting. Acting like a proud rooster wouldn't make it any better. Feeling self-conscious with the two pairs of eyes on him, Fiore straightened his cuffs and began to nibble on his thumbnail. Within a moment Wynona's presence flung over his mind like a blanket, making his hand whip back to his side like a nutcracker. He cleared
his throat and smiled again at the two reassuringly.

Fiore leaned coolly against the velvet arm and pushed his hair back smoothly with one hand, letting it drift back into place again. This was going to be a challenge.

"I'm Fiore, by the way,[/color] he said with a grin.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[x isabella.]

♦ isabella ♦

Isabella smiled, realizing that Kiara was actually going to come with her! However, she didn't expect her to suddenly walk of like she did. Her eye's widened before slowly going back to normal and scurrying after the brunette, whose pace was much faster than Isabella's. She had to nearly run a couple steps before catching up to her, and even then she was walking faster than she'd have liked. Isabella stared at the man (who looked more boy-ish, mind you) discreetly, trying not to make it seem as though she was. She hated to be caught staring, though she did it often. People were just so...so interesting sometimes.

She slowly stopped once they arrived at his chair. He was pretty much draped across the thing as a sweater, but as soon as Kiara spoke, he shot up. Isabella tried not to show her confusion as his attitude completely changed. How did Kiara just do that? He went from cocky and a bit, well, seductive--Isabella would admit that--to shy and almost nervous. Was that the effect of Kiara or something else?

Isabella walked over to the chair in a dazed state, silently hoping Kiara would sit as well. She didn't want to look like she was in this alone, even though Kiara came over here with her. Gosh, Isabella was such a girl; only acting when another girl did something with her. They usually moved in packs, you know. So she sat down delicately, her hands placed lightly in her lap as she gazed at the vampire male.

Her mind grew more confused when he began to bite his nail, yet his hand seemed to be yanked to his side by another force. She shook the thought away, thinking it didn't actually happen as she thought she saw it. Perhaps the blood and alcohol mix had done something to her. Isabella glanced down in her hand and realized she still had the mixture with her. Oh! She thought, perhaps a bit too happily. Isabella brought the glass up to her lips and took a small sip, not wanting to drink it all at once.

Isabella's dazed confusion slipped away when the vampire finally introduced himself. Knowing his name made her feel a bit less uneasy, and to tell the truth, a bit excited. She smiled sweetly at him before replying with her own. "I'm Isabella." The vampire told him. "Nice to meet you, Fiore." She tested the name on her tongue. It was odd, but she liked it.

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Pretend that didn't take me days to answer and is much much longer than y'all's. >_>

[»Míríel«]

~‡- Kíara -‡~

Kiara watched the mood swings and mannerism changes without expression. Usually people acted strange about her, but this... it amused her. These changes also disturbed her slightly. Something was either seriously wrong with this guy, which she didn't doubt, or there was more to this than it appeared. Personally she was leaning more toward the something wrong with the guy. It wasn't everyday you came across a man who was a seducer, and awkward.

Kiara's stormy gaze drifted back to her friend, her amusement with the guy had faded. Her friend seemed calm, at ease, and acting like the little "spell" they had just witnessed before had never happened. Then she did something Kiara wouldn't expect, she introduced herself. Why would she do that? Obviously Isabella was intrigued with this man, but to give your name away without knowing him. How strange. Especially someone like..this...Fiore. Isabella had to be kidding. She had to! Yet as Kiara saw that sweet smile and rapt attention that man, she just raised an eyebrow. Great..."

Even though Isabella wanted her to sit Kiara remained standing. Both Isabella and Fiore were in her sight and one movement from one of them would be recorded in her mind and reacted to as she saw fit. It was then that she noticed that they would be expecting her to put forth her name. The words of her old friend rang in her ear once more, "Offering your name is the first step to gaining a friend." Kiara's minds grew stormy, It could also lead to an enemy

.Letting the silence linger for a moment before turning to Fiore. "I'm not interested."Then crossing her arms across her chest with the staff now at leaning in her hands she gave him a gaze that dared him to try and be smooth with her. All this fancy speech and flirtatious mannerisms, if they could be called there, were tiresome to her. "Do not bother looking for your manners, I am certain you have none. Instead you possess a smooth tongue and contradictory mannerisms. Both are less than amiable qualities and cannot be smoothed away with any quantity of manners."

[Miss Fifi]

Fiore...[/size]
I'll be the victim, you'll be the voice in my head[/color]

Fiore drew back at the barbaric woman's sudden sharp retort, his hands coming up slightly out of habit. Whenever Wynona barked at him like that, he knew he was in for a beating. His eyes widened and his whole figure cringed, and for a split second he was that frightened, hopeless, shivering victim in the hands of a cruel demon again. But then a crooked smile came over his face as he knitted his brow, looking at her with an incredulous and confused expression.

"I'm... I'm sorry? I wasn't trying to... offend you.."

[/color] he said with a small laugh, still looking at her.

Wynona cursed inside her pet's head, wanting to wring the muscly neck of that brutish wench. She knew it was a hopeless attempt, trying to get this one to come along willingly. So maybe.. she thought, shifting Fiore's attention on the blonde. I should give her a little less option.

"Well, it seems we've gotten off on the wrong foot.. Perhaps I can make it up to you somehow?" Fiore's ears perked up at the sound of the music behind him beginning to pick up pace. People were gallivanting across the dance floor, laughing and twirling about without a care. He looked down at Isabella with an enthused smile as he glanced back at the party behind him. Bending down slightly he held out a hand to her but did not cut out her friend, glancing in between them. Then his eyes met Isabella's, and he held her gaze as he smiled brightly. "Would you like to dance?"

Wynona already knew this was going to be a challenge. Her pet did have some natural grace of his own, but when it came to dancing, he was much like a flopping fish out of water. She would have to extend her control over all of his muscles and joints just to keep him in proper form, and to avoid stepping on the girl's toes. She also hoped that vampire kept chugging that mixture of blood and alcohol; perhaps she wouldn't notice a few peculiar behaviors. The brute, however, would just have to be subdued, which would be easy enough once Fiore completed the job. It shouldn't be long now, she thought, knowing how easily she herself fell to Fiore's awkward but genuine charm as she raised him. She would do most anything to keep him beneath her grasps, for he was her most valuable asset to be sure. [/blockquote][/blockquote]

[x isabella.]

♦ isabella ♦

Isabella was partly in her own little world, a small, content smile upon her face. You could tell she was relaxed by her laid-back, yet still elegant, posture and expression. This shattered at Kiara's worlds. Her eyes widened, and Isabella lifted a hand to cover her open mouth. She took her hand away and frowned at her new brunette friend.

"Kiara!" Isabella gasped. "Don't be so rude to someone you've just met!" She told her sternly. Isabella couldn't believe the woman's behaviour. Fiore seemed to be a nice, if not somewhat...well, awkward (in a way that made him likeable), person. So why was Kiara being so rude to him? Perhaps she saw something Isabella didn't. There was something slightly off about him, but Isabella certainly wasn't going to ask. She would mind her own business.

Then suddenly Fiore was in front of her, asking her to dance. Dance? She thought, blinking up at him. Isabella hadn't danced for a while. The blonde had been quite a dancer, in her human days. Or course, she'd danced since then, just not frequently. She wasn't quite sure she was any good, but she wasn't about to turn this down because of a simple doubt. Isabella glanced at the hand he held out towards, then over to Kiara. What would she think? The vampire had always been dependent on a friend's opinion. Sure, they may have just met, but Isabella kept her friends for forever. Quite literally, since she was basically immortal. Isabella looked back into Fiore's pale eyes and smiled kindly at him.

"I'd love to," She told him, gently taking his hand and standing up. Isabella glanced at Kiara through the corner of her eye, trying to judge her expression. From what Isabella had seen, Kiara didn't like Fiore--she probably wouldn't like that Isabella was going with him, either. Then again, perhaps she didn't care about Isabella. That thought worried her, actually. The vampire looked at Fiore, waiting for him to lead. She she as hell wasn't.


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crappy, but it's a post.

[»Míríel«]

~‡- Kíara -‡~

"No, you were trying to seduce us weren't you?" She gazed at Fiore. "If you truly mean what you say about getting atonement, then leave." She could have continued or even reinforced her statement by lowering her staff and holding it out of the man, but then something happened Kiara didn't expect. Isabella rebuked her. How could she not be mean to him? If anything Kiara was trying to protect Isabella. There was something about this man that Kiara didn't like. Instead of letting out a stinging comment to Fiore Kiara bit her tongue and shifted her gaze to Fiore, letting all her hatred pour through her eyes. This man had come and ruined this whole party, though Kiara couldn't say she was having any fun in the first place. From the beginning, besides meeting Isabella, Kiara had felt out of place. Truthfully if Isabella hadn't become Kiara's friend, Kiara would have been long gone by now, letting the wind run through her hair.

Fiore asking to dance broke through Kiara's desire to go outside as she turned to Isabella. Surely sshe wouldn't say- It was to late, Isabella had accepted. This was hopeless, utterly hopeless. 'Excuse me Isabella." Striding forth with her hand gripped tightly on the staff Kiara grabbed Fiore by the shirt and pulled him a bit closer to her face. They were only a few inches away as she hissed just loud enough for Fiore to hear, "Listen, I don't know what you are up to or why you singled us out of the group. Something tells me that it isn't for the greater good. If you try anything." Her eyes narrowed, "Anything with Isabella, or if you are playing with her. I will hunt you down and you will pay for this with your manhood or your life. Either one." The letting go she smoothed his ruffled shirt non to gently and took a step back. With a cool smirk on her face she continued, "Now don't let the music go to waste. "