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Below are introductions to the current scenarios (storylines as some like to call them) that are currently happening within the Nissassa and Ehcysp Grand Play. If you wish to read more about the happenings, click on the links for that particular scenario. Hopefully, updates will be made once a week.
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Somewhere, hidden in the shadows, a glimpse of silver flickered and then the soft tinkling of bells floated upon the still air. Child-like giggling surrounded the beast, and soon two young girls, in their early teens, stepped forth.
"Rexie woke me up," one girl commented, rubbing sleep from her eyes before climbing into the beast's lap.
"Did you call for us?" the other girl stood before the throne, hugging a doll to her small bosom. Two chocolate black braids fell on either side of the child's small face, entwined with gold and silver beads. It was here that the sweet tinkling of music came.
"I did, Precious," he rumbled, cradling one twin in the crook of his right arm. It was astonishing how much she resembled the doll her sister clutched.
"Leilania! Did Rexie wake you up, too?" The child, who had been curled up in the beast's lap, ran to her sister, pouting as she looked at her twin's doll. "I forgot Ocaylla."
The beast had watched in silence as Cailania rushed to her twin's side, hugging her tight and giving her a small kiss on the cheek. Leaning forward, his red eyes flared slightly, and the silver claws upon his large wings glinted. For one watching, fear for the children's welfare would have gripped their heart.
"Why did Rexie wake us up?" one girl asked, her large brown eyes looking up at the beast. The other child pondered the question for a moment and then also asked.
"I have someplace I would like you to visit, my Precious Dolls." The beast answered, beckoning the twins to come to him.
Following her sister's stare, Leilania looked upon the beast and then blinked slowly. Some place to visit? The girl thought for a moment and then tilted her head before speaking.
"Will there be boys there to play with?" she asked with innocence and then continued, "Cailania and I like to play with boys."
The smile that now touched the girls' lips held a bit more than purity. Skipping to the beast, they crawled into his lap. In the dim light of the throne room, silver and gold seemed to glitter in the eyes that turned up to him.
"Of course, there will be boys to play with. I want my Precious Dolls to be happy, and I know how happy you are when you play with boys," his grin was sharp, and he held the girls as if they would break. A single claw from one hand reached to draw back hair from their faces. "It is a party. Two brothers will be there. Very nice boys." His red eyes became black then as he gazed at each of them.
"A party," Leilania's radiant smile grew and her gaze moved to her sister. "Cailania, we get to dress like princesses again," she giggled and tilted her cheek into the beasts gentle touch.
Cailania giggled as well and cuddled closer against the beast...
Laughter and music filled the Kluift Manor that eve as family and friends celebrated the Kluift Twins coming of age. Lady Evylin and Lord Darrus, the boys' parents, had great plans for their darlings. Now that the children were old enough, they would take their place on the ruling council of Hambil and help free their nation of 'The Morroc', which had shadowed their lives. No one seemed to understand the disease that plagued their realm any more than the Twins did; yet, through dreams, the couple seemed to have a strange sense of awareness that no other could obtain. It was the Councils hope, that the Twins could shed light on the problem and eventually rid their lives of the taint.
"Hourderve?" a server held a platter of cheese, vegetables, meats, and breads before Leilania and her sister.
Plucking a couple of pieces of cheese from the silver tray, she smiled sweetly to the man and thanked him.
Turning, her soft gold and silver gown shimmered and swayed about her delicate body.
"Have you seen them yet, Cai?" she whispered while nibbling on a bit of cheese.
"Are you certain of this, Sire?" asked the beautiful blonde woman that stood over a scrying bowl.
Deep glacier eyes turned to gaze into the shadows that surrounded her Sire. The dark beast of an Abyssal plane. She was one of his priestesses,and at this time, his lover. She had been for quite some time now.
Red eyes gazed back at the woman. Several moments passed before the beast stepped from the shadows. A frightening sight. The beast was as black as the Abyss he resided in. His height reached at least eight feet. Muscles rippled as he moved on strong legs toward where the woman stood. Behind him spread large bat like wings with silver claws at the tips. His large hands were clawed and looked as though he could easily cut a man in half.
A deep thundering rumble came as his voice, "Do you question my choices, Augyst?"
Augyst Rain gazed up at the beast with a slight smile that seemed to tease him. She was dressed in a filmy black dress that hugged her voluptuous curves, and hid nothing from the mind's eye. Her blonde hair fell near to her knees in silky waves. Yes, she was a sight to behold. But to hold her was to live in a fantasy.
"Of course, not, Sire," she purred, lowering her head just slightly. "I am just concerned for your welfare. I only wish to see you succeed."
The beast gave a snort. Circling her, he reached out ,tilting her head back up with one claw. Slowly, he leaned in until his eyes met hers.
"I want a new bride, Priestess," he stated firmly. His teeth glinting in the little light of the room. Daggers for teeth.
A milky white hand reached to touch the hand that held her chin. Her glacier blue eyes stared into the red orbs that studied her. Stepping backward, she moved to look into her scrying bowl.
"As you wish, Sire."
Blonde hair hid her profile as she gazed into the scrying bowl. The beast stood behind her, gazing more at her body than at what she was doing. After several minutes, she turned to smile up at him. Bringing herself closer, she touched his stomach. After all, she was only five feet four inches in height.
"A human girl is what I see, Sire," she said huskily. "From the same realm as Peiallai."
A deep growl came from within him as the priestess mentioned the renegade assassin. It had been forbidden to speak Peiallai's name for sometime. On rare occasion, the priestess would mention it...he knew her reasons. Soon...soon...
One large clawed hand brought her closer against his dark body as he rumbled, "I will have to make a visit then."
Suddenly, his body shuddered. His form changed from one of beast to one of man. Augyst stepped back to admire him.
Standing now at six feet two inches, Syrius looked nothing like the beast he was. His form was muscular, broad shouldered, yet athletically lean. His skin was a light tan color as if perhaps having spent some time in the sun. His hair was black. His eyes a deep forest green that sent shivers down the spine of his priestess. A coy smile decorated the delicious lips of the man.
"Sire," Augyst purred.
She was in his arms as her lips hungrily took his. The beast obliged for several moments before pushing her away. He grinned and turned.
"Prepare my way, Priestess," he ordered as he disappeared into the shadows...
The portal opened onto a dark alley. From it stepped a handsome man dressed in black and dark crimson. Fixing the collar of his leather jacket, Syrius stepped from the alley onto a busy street. His green eyes gazed around him, getting a sense of where his priestess had sent him.
Ah, he was in Paris. Memories of the "romantic" city made him chuckle as he began walking the streets in search of his new bride.
The scenario currently involves Alexander Silvermane, Rexana, and Vanera. It takes place in a realm called Ravensdale within its dark forests. Vanera and Rexana are to bring Alexander to Syrius' realm.
How would one go about describing such a realm?
To those who ventured here, it was a type of place where only the darkest of those alive, dead, and undead roamed. To others, it might have been one’s living nightmare. Yet, to others, it where Hell took its soldiers of Evil. Yet, for others, it was perfect.
True, the place was full of danger. Beings of all kinds came here. From taverns , inns, and clubs, a passerby in the streets could hear dark laughter, hellish screams, and blissful, deadly whispers of invitation. Though there merchants in the streets, one was always wary of his person and possessions. Thieves and assassins waited within the blackness for unsuspecting travelers or clumsy beings to stumble by. Prostitutes promised sweet bliss everywhere one looked. Merchants promised splendid wares.
In the abyss black sky rose three moons. One was as red as the blood spilled from many and stained the streets of this hellish place. Another was a pearly white that further cast dark, frightening shadows across the dark city. The third was a mixture of pale blue and silver.
The Chains was an infamous tavern known for prostituation, gambling, "undergound" business, murder, and pleasure of the Dark. Cages hanging from chains displayed beautiful, sultry, and inviting women of every being that beckoned to all the oocupants. In places, one could hear the moans and pleasured squeals and grunts from men and women that had engaged in open orgies. The room was lit by several lamps and torches, but the place was still dark by any standard. The chuckles of beasts and men were heard as they swapped stories. Hollers echoed as gambling patronage argued and fought. Here a wandering soul desperate for some sort of fulfillment could engage in any imaginable desire and fantasy.
The question of leaving The Chains alive always remained in the recesses of those who came stepped into the tavern.
A chapter involving Sinnyn and Krisha