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| The Wolf and The Snake; Attn: Ramya | Closed | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 21 2015, 05:39 PM (771 Views) | |
| Emile Avaant | Mar 21 2015, 05:39 PM Post #1 |
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Why had he agreed to come here? Why had he accepted her offer? Emile did not make a habit of doing so. He stayed as far away from other Kindred - outside of Eli, of course - as he possibly could. When they offered nothing but scorn and ridicule, what point was there? When all they cared for where politics and pretending to be what they weren't, why should he spend time on them? A lesson Eli had yet to learn, of course. But perhaps that would come in time. This one, however, seemed different. Emile was used to those that lied - it was a common trait amongst Kindred - and yet he could not shake the feeling that she was not like them. Where the others in the Elysium had snickered and scorned, she had not. She had provided comfort - and offered a second meeting. Perhaps there was promise here. Or perhaps the Ventrue had finally found acceptance. He was dressed simply; a white cloth shirt and his usual trousers - without shoes or socks. Both looked well-worn and frayed as he padded into the Spa, looking around rather curiously at everything. His memories of India where dim now, but he remembered enough. |
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| Ramya Nagarathna | Mar 24 2015, 05:51 AM Post #2 |
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Komal Karana featured all the trappings of India that would not offend the modest Christian gaze - a painting of colorful wonderment, adventure and exotic beauty while the ugly truths lingered just outside the frame. Emile was greeted by a young man dressed in traditional Indian garb in a deep shade of blue embroidered in silver and while the Ventrue was not dressed appropriately for entry, he was not turned away. The Serpent had been waiting for him. The grand announcement of the Rose had not allowed Ramya to glean much information on the newest arrivals in the city and so the invitation had been extended to the both - individually - to learn what she could. Emile was guided down the hall and gestured towards a small lounge, the room peppered with brightly hued pillows rather that stiff British furniture, a soft scented smoke rising upwards from burning patchouli incense set on an intricately carved table. He did not have to wait long before the curtain parted and Ramya entered the space. She was dressed far differently than at the gathering - her form wrapped in an aqua colored sari, the layers of fabric decorated in golden thread and shimmering beads; her hair had been braided into a long rope that fell down below her waist. Her head bowed in greeting, "I am pleased that you agreed to come." |
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| Emile Avaant | Mar 24 2015, 08:19 AM Post #3 |
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Home. Emile had never truly considered India his home - not really. And yet it was not so much the place; indeed, India was beautiful. And yet neither had he been blind to the ugly truths. He'd stalked the streets of the largest towns, after all. He'd seen past the shine that many never got to see. His Sire had made the experience that much more unpalatable, but even so - standing in here, faux as it was, he found comfort - however small. He did not like being constrained in buildings as a rule, but that urge was gone now, in here. His nose twitched as he glanced to the incense for a moment, studying it, before the woman entered. He tilted his head before giving a small nod back with a light, almost childish smile. She was much more modestly dressed now, but then Emile never did care for clothing. That had only entered into his life once more when he had returned. The cold had never bothered him in the mountains. "You are not like the others. I wished to see if that was more than simply an act for those that pretend, truthfully. It is rare I have been made to feel... welcome. So thank you." He replied quietly, almost testing the waters. She'd be able to hear the subtle change in his voice. Perhaps hopeful? "This building reminds me of my time in India. I was there only a matter of years, but I find some comfort within these walls." He glanced around a little before looking up to her curiously. "But I am curious as to the purpose of this meeting." A curious expression and a tilt of the head. Edited by Emile Avaant, Mar 24 2015, 08:26 AM.
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| Ramya Nagarathna | Mar 25 2015, 03:20 AM Post #4 |
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She moved towards him, a hand reaching to capture his face delicately within the grasp of her fingers. His gaze was guided to hers as if to draw him away from the illusionary comforts this place offered. "I find you intriguing. You and your companion are not so easily restrained by the Ivory tower, there is something darker in those pretty eyes of yours." "I thought it was against their beliefs to embrace one so young and yet here you are.. and the other two. A city of beasts dressed as babes." She released his features, slender digits then stroking through the mass of dark curl that spiraled from his crown. "You have managed to survive despite your appearance. I am curious as to how... was it the other man? While he seems older, I sense that this is not truly the case." She moved away from him, settling onto the pillows. |
Merits: Fascinating Gaze, Blush of Health, Honeyed Tongue & Gossip![]() Flaws: Deep Sleeper, Heartless, Surreal Quality & Ulterior Motive | |
| Emile Avaant | Mar 25 2015, 03:33 AM Post #5 |
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Emile, for a moment, looked like he might flinch away from her. His eyes narrowed and his lip wrinkled just a touch before he seemed to soften and relax into it with something akin to a slight purr - more of a throaty rumble. His eyes closed briefly and he exhaled with a snort as they flicked open and up to her. Why was he being so open and receptive? He didn't know. Some part of him responded, though... and he didn't know he felt about that. "I cannot say that for my Childe." He replied gently, a vocal shrug, his tone one of mixed disgust and frustration. "As much as I have tried and continue to try, he finds more comfort in wrapping himself in the faux garb of humanity that the Tower spouts and finding comforts in the teaching of another. But no, I have no care nor desire for the life they proclaim. I have little care for their laws, but for the care I have for my Childe." He huffed gently, and again nestled into her hand as she filtered through his hair. Apparently the beast was still a boy at heart - and the boy had a weakness. "My Sire was a bastard and a disgrace even in his homeland of India. My Embrace was apparently the reason; he saw potential in those young. And yet I had no care for his politics or schemes. I still do not." He frowned - for a second - as she moved away before he gently followed her, settling onto the pillows as well; more a half-curl than anything else. "No, he is mine." Emile replied gently. "And I am three times his age. I survived because I did not deny what I am. A Predator. I adapted, I thrived. I found a place that suited my needs and I ruled it. My home for a century; I protected them and they fed me in return. And then it was taken from me." His voice was quiet, but... longing. He looked to her then and exhaled through his nose. "And I awoke in a land I no longer knew nor wanted." |
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| Ramya Nagarathna | Mar 25 2015, 03:53 AM Post #6 |
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So much information was offered without any real provocation, she found this all the more interesting. He did not strike the Serpent as one who would trust so easily, so then perhaps it was simply a matter of lacking socialization and being aware of when to share and when to be silent. She found the plethora of facts given very enlightening, but she wondered how many within the domain were already aware since this child was so forward. His childe. It made sense, but perhaps it would have been better for the pair to have the older in appearance play as the older in age. It would excuse the young boys existence or at least suggest that there was someone to look after him. She tipped her head to the side as she listened to him speak, her lips curling into an easy smile. "And so what is it you seek now? A new place to call your home? York does not seem appropriate for a creature such as yourself.. though the moores nearby could be better suited, hm?" |
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| Emile Avaant | Mar 25 2015, 04:03 AM Post #7 |
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Emile titled his head in thought as he watched her. "I... do not know what I truly want." He admitted gently, stretching out for a moment and getting more comfortable. "I dislike the cities, but they are not alien to me. I've adapted. Perhaps not as well as would be liked, but I will not be made a slave to others." There was the Ventrue in him. He might not have been the noble in fine silks, but his blood ran true. His eyes narrowed as he thought before glancing out towards the door he had came in through. "But as I said; you seemingly have no care for whom my Sire was nor my heritage. It is rare I am not greeted by scorn and derision." He looked back to her and pondered. |
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| Ramya Nagarathna | Mar 25 2015, 04:18 AM Post #8 |
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She chuckled softly, a hand reaching out once more to caress dark twists of hair, "But you are a slave, munda raj. The Camarilla is a gilded cage in which your clan is trapped and your blood makes the mistake of believing that since they are the rulers of this Sect, that they are to be held in higher regard." The king of the slaves was still very much a slave. "I am not held by these same shackles. My blood is free from the confinement of rivaling parties. Instead, we do not allow ourselves to live in the mundane and seek a higher purpose. Your Sire made you, but by no means does he define you." It was a sense of entitlement that came along with the notion of being deserving simply by being born of wealth. She had been at the mercy of Princes and Kings before and many of them were undeserving of their title. "You will find that all those who claim their Independence from the Sabbat and Camarilla will care very little for where you came from. It is a matter of proving your worth." |
Merits: Fascinating Gaze, Blush of Health, Honeyed Tongue & Gossip![]() Flaws: Deep Sleeper, Heartless, Surreal Quality & Ulterior Motive | |
| Emile Avaant | Mar 25 2015, 04:28 AM Post #9 |
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Emile let her, feeling the tension fade away from his body as he settled down on the pillows properly, letting her run her fingers through his hair. In many ways she might be reminded of stroking a cat; some languid predatory thing rather than touching anything that held itself as human. "It is not a cage I desire to exist in. My Sire tried to chain me, and I fled. And now I have become chained because of the desires of my own Childe. The one I could never leave." He muttered quietly, contently. Almost as if he where dreaming. "He rebuked my teachings for those of another, and yet still I care for him." His eyes opened then as he looked up at her, and at the phrase 'my blood' she'd see the ever-so-slight flick of his gaze to her throat. Just for a moment - and then his eyes snapped back to her face. "No; I have never let him define me and neither have I listened to those that would give me the sins of the father." He sneered before he pushed himself up slightly with his arms, curious. "And this freedom; you mention if I prove myself I could be freed from such things - from the scorn and ridicule that corrupts my childe and follows us wherever we go, from the baseless and all-too-human society I am bound to? Is that true? Could I know that freedom again?" |
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| Ramya Nagarathna | Mar 25 2015, 04:43 AM Post #10 |
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"You are a member of the Camarilla and with that comes certain responsibilities.. or so is my understanding of the faction. You desire freedom but will not lash out against your jailer - your Sect and your childe. Your affections towards him is a barrier..." With the fondness in which he spoke of his childe, she found it difficult that the bond between them would ever be severed. It was clear that they continued to serve a purpose for one another and this was why despite the decades that divided them, they still traveled as a pair. She doubted that a creature as old as he was would also be so willing to shed his chains within moments of meeting the Serpent. He could not be so desperate for... something to cling to, but then again, here he was leaning in towards her touch like a child who had never felt the cradled embrace of its mother. "Rather than abandon the Sect of your embrace, you could seek to gain the approval of the members within it. To become the Sire that your childe seeks, to prevent him from looking for others to learn from..." It was important to remind the boy-child of his failures, to suggest that the only means for them to remain together was for him to confirm. It would make it easier to divide them. |
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