Topic: Drawn Like a Moth to a Flame

Dark Misery

Date: 2008-03-12 12:53 EST
Misery stumbled, sore and tired from her ordeal at the hands of marauders on the road, as well as the fear and harassment she recieved once she set foot on this land. But she had to go on, there was something in her blood that sang to her, drawing her ever closer to this place. It reminded her so much of home, and of comfort, oddly enough.

She banged a bleeding, chapped hand against the door that led down to the dungeons she knew lay below the earth. Magic stirred in her, her breath was ragged with arousal, there was a Master or Mistress here that was fit to rule her, she knew it!

Belle De Morte

Date: 2008-03-14 01:17 EST
Belle took her sweet time getting to the door. She was pleased with herself, and the grin on her lips was proof.

Feet echoing off the stone passages, Belle hummed a bit as she walked, swinging the sword she carried with an easy movement. She didn't want to be surprised, after all.

The scent of a young woman wafted through the heavy doors, and Belle grinned. Mmm...yummy.

She unlocked the doors, slid back bars, and opened to door to see a lovely slip of a thing, practically falling into the stairwell, and begging to see the Mistress.

"Well well well. What have we here? Get up, girl. Let me look at yo...oh yes. You will do nicely." Sniffing Misery's neck, closely and pulling her tight against Belle, she murmured,"Human? Mmm..no...what are you, child? You smell of sweet pain and fear, but yet not human. Fae? No...oh well. Dalia will not care, and if she doesn't want you, I'll take you off her hands."

Leading the weak girl down the stairs and into the dungeons. Dalia would be most pleased, Belle thought to herself. A willing pet come knocking? What are the chances of that?!

Dark Misery

Date: 2008-03-14 01:56 EST
Misery followed the vamp, but she knew this was not the Mistress or Master who's power and strength had called to her. Misery would obey, she would bide her time, and see where the vampiress led her.

Shivering as they descended further into the bowels of the earth, Misery wished she had brought her cloak with her. Her teeth began to chatter softly, and she was having trouble walking. Soon, though, the exertion from climbing down the stairs warmed her a bit, and she was led towards the source of the Siren's song...her new Master or Mistress was near!