The Raven of London. The Solidor Estate.

Mon Jun 04, 2012 4:54 pm

+ Renault Solidor+
르노 크루거 - I'm barly holding on..
The Half Vampire

"I can still taste your blood,

warm and metallic...

I feel it in my veins, covering my heart in rust..."

— Renault

Renault entered the large regal ebony gates of his still standing 18th century Victorian England home. One of the few places surviving Mana's purge. The gravel road crunch below his boots as he walked across the rocks and dirt, the winds shaking the trees lining the gravel road while petals of the gardens below these trees flower's fluttered through the winds of time. Winds that had traveled the world and heard many things, winds that know all secrets. In his right hand was his trusted sword of the silver cross. A blade of purest silver created by his father in the middle ages. A blade blessed with holy might, surprising that he can even wield it.

Its red, sliver etched sheathe covering its blade as it wavered through space in the males left arm. Ready, but waiting if needed to strike. His right hand holding a timepiece showing five P.M. as he looked unto it glassy eye, seeing its arm move ever slower as he stared upon his walking. His fingers grasping the covering, a swift movement resounding with a click indicating he had closed it. His eyes already focused on the large mansion in front of him. The Colossal size fresh in his mind, but its state , seemingly was worse for wear, only this and nothing more. Renault slowly eased open the front door upon reaching it. The illusion of an aged home dropping to reveal its true elegance.

The Solidor Estate. An ancient Bloodline of Master Slayers. Renault, the sole aer to the now dead family stepped within his home. The door clacking into its close form, Tis' only this, and nothing more. Suddenly came a rapping.. a tapping at his colossal doors. Renault turned, pushing the door open if but slow. There stood a boy, young in form.

Tis' only this..

and nothing more.

Sun Jun 17, 2012 7:46 am

Curiosity was a sin that many loved to swim in. Therian was no different : but to the demon, sin was delicacies and curiosity was rather a craving. It was without a doubt that he had simply appeared : the demon didn't want to wait of course. And the moment was but right, as the scent of the vampire still lingered in the air, almost tempting to the male. His hand rapped at the doors : doing this task himself, as his blue eye took in the other, much taller male. After all, Therian was a child like form : his gaze was piercing and full of a darkness that no child should have. But of course, the story of his family, of the Betrams was tragic. The young boy, barely neigh in life, was of maybe three years ago, an orphan and Lord of an estate that was well known for being connected to the Queen. However, barely after that horrible loss, the country was torn apart by the demons thus leaving the Betrtams seemingly ruined. They still held mansions and houses that withstood the blasts, but the young heir was said to keep to himself, as all links to the Queen were gone. A neutral like force, as now, this young tragic figure, perhaps no older then sixteen, was here, before the Solidor estate. ''Greetings.'' spoke that child's voice, as the words were simple and yet elegant. As expected of a Lord.

''I'm sorry to be so presumptious, and perhaps imposing with my unclamoured apperance, but I was wondering just a bit, if I could speak to you?'' said the boy, that blue gaze never wavering. One eye was covered by an eye patch : it was aid that the incident that reaped his parent's life damaged his eye, and that he refused to have it healed out his parent's worthy sacrifice. And one servant was said to have survived : a jet black butler, that always seemed to be with the young Lord, as if a shadow. Therian adjusted his hat, as it had slanted, the blue gem ringstone on his thumb proof of the estate of the burden that the young Betram carried. Cereberus Betram : a name that seemed to be unfortunate, as the dog that chained itself to guard the Underworld gates. And perhaps those bounds were cut free by the destruction of the gate.. but who knew. Therian himself understood the situation, and that seemed fine. But now.. he had a sort of inkling, as there was only that. And thus.. he would wait, Sakibo at his side like always.

Sun Jun 17, 2012 8:04 am

Sakibo R. Koshka
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The Man Once Known As Rapsutin

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Sakibo was... curious about the kinds of people that his master would be meeting with today. As far as he could tell, there was no one of vast interest at this estate; indeed, as far as he could tell, the entire place was... quite empty. The man who had once been known as Rasputin, a man who had been the cause of must destruction, of much sin; and yet, he was also a man of great pride. No matter what he did, it was always, always for another. That's why he was happy just being here, with his master Theiran, at his beck and call; He was eager, to say the least, to find out just what kind of person lived in such a large... and such an empty estate. Because, as far as Sakibo, once Rasputin, knew...

...Such large places were never quite this quiet...

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Sun Jun 17, 2012 3:43 pm

The Raven of London. The Solidor Estate. Frantz

+ Renault Solidor+
르노 크루거 - I'm barly holding on..
The Half Vampire

"I can still taste your blood,

warm and metallic...

I feel it in my veins, covering my heart in rust..."

— Renault

"Greetings. 'I'm sorry to be so presumptious, and perhaps imposing with my unclamoured appearance, but I was wondering just a bit, if I could speak to you?"

These words made Renaults gase look at the boy before him, the Queen's Dog. Not that he himself was any different, the former Queen's Blade mind you. The boy's appearance.. as he said unannounced indeed, not fitting of noble status. Renault simply nodded his consent as the wind pick up to blow his dusty slightly, revealing the elegant workings and binds. The wind only slightly picked up to blow his duster to reveal a heart shaped gold locket as he turn to motion Therain and his... unknown butler in. Renault had not even noticed the butler before, as it should be. He inwardly praised the boy's butler for being an immensely accomplished 'shadow,' knowing full well he was a demon like Therain was.

Renault's door sounded loudly with a moan of sorts as it closed behind him, his stride directing him and the other two who he believe should have followed towards his office. Renault was inwardly thinking, why Therain had appeared here in the home of a man losing his battle to his vampiric urges. His thoughts continuing even as he climbed the staircases to possibly lead them to their destination. The home like a maze, all of his staff was off today due to it being Sunday. Renault did not like to keep his staff from their families, as that could create tension between himself and the staff, let alone their families.

His hand pushed his office door to a halt, holding it for his unwarrantable guests to enter should they not have wandered off during the trip. If they had, he would began his search to find the lost 'Children.'

Tis' only this..

and nothing more.

Tue Jun 19, 2012 2:57 am

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