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NightSongTheCleric
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[2015-05-19 21:02:24 +0000 UTC]
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Hello fellow RPer!
I saw your request on a group called RP-agency and I decided to come over. I've got a lot of OCies that can fit into multiple universes.
Prehaps we could try RPing?
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Sure I would love to!
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Awesome! Send me a note and we can talk!
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Valeriya Semynov slipped quickly out of the carriage as it slowed in front of the beautiful old house and was through the door in a moment. An old servant came from around the side of the building and paid the driver.
“The Mistress will be requiring your services in the morning,” he said in a dull voice. “If you would please arrive here at 10.”
The cabbie nodded, and drove off. As the servant made his way indoors a light flickered on in one of the upstairs windows. The single light showed brightly in the otherwise dark night.
The Countess Semynov sat in front of her vanity table, unpinning her brown hair and letting it fall loosely around her shoulders.
“There are more out there, Angel,” she said in an almost indistinguishable Russian accent. “We can only rest for one more night.”
The creature who stood in the shadows behind her moved forwards. “How did you know I was here?” he asked, grinning. “It’s not like you could see my reflection.”
The Countess laughed. “I know your presence. Will you be well enough by tomorrow night?”
The man nodded. “I will.”
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Night Song as she was often called by friends and family had traveled to London. The odd looking creature she was night travel was her only option. She had flown a very long way and had grown weary. She flies low over the great city the wind carrying her as she glides low looking for a place of respite. She lands in a yard near by her odd hoof like feet covered by her long gown. Many had thought she was a demon of some sort if it wasn't her eyes it was her hooved feet and wings that gave that impression. Her long ears swivel as she listens to the sounds of the city. She was only here on a supply run but she couldn't afford to relax. She wore an odd robe of sorts with armor. She pulled her scarf up over her mouth and strode silently through the yard. She took a brief glance at the great old house with the candle in the window.
" Nice place I wonder how those that live here handle living in such big places." she whispered.
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As Angel and Valeriya talked together in her room a loud, frantic knock came at the bedroom door.
“Come in,” called the Countess.
The old servant rushed in, out of breath from the flight of stairs. “There is something – something outside. It stands like a human but it flew in and landed in the yard!”
Valeriya’s sharp eyes shot towards Angel.
“It is not one of my kind,” he said after a moment’s pause. “I would know. It must be some new creature.” He hesitated, smiling at the woman who sat across from him. “Come, my love, let’s take this new adventure together!” He reached out his hand and they went downstairs together. Angel slipped a pistol into his pocket and Valeriya hid a knife in the fold of her dress. They opened the front door and went out into the yard together.
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Her ears point forward as she watches them walk out the front door. Which was an unexpected out come. She makes a few small clicks and tilts her head she listens to what the sounds tell her when they return to her ears. She takes a few steps back unsure if they were friend or foe but her experience with human kind had told her that most humans reacted with fear and attacked.
" Oh bat droppings." she mutters and looks for a quick escape of course she could fly but if they had guns she didn't want to risk being shot out of the sky. She holds her clawed hands up steps back hunching over slowly if they got with in range she'd have a surprise for their ears.
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“’Ello?” Valeriya called out. She could not see well in the dark. “If you are friendly, we will be your friends. We know you are not human, but we are not afraid of you.” The servant came up behind his mistress with a lighted lamp. “Come into the light,” the countess continued. “We will not hurt you.”
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She blinks and stops in her slow retreat this was a vastly different response than what she was used to receiving. She puts her hands down hiding them under her wings. She steps forward ever so slightly. After a few seconds she takes a few more steps forward her eyes scanning them and her ears swiveling listening to every sound they made from breathing to slight muscle movements. After a few moments she would blink as she stepped into the candle light. She spoke in a soft whisper her mouth covered by her scarf. " Hello, I meant no harm I merely needed to rest my wings." she waits her ears swiveling she was tensed up in case she needed to move fast.
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“This is not a good area to be out at night, young lady,” Angel said, looking at her closely. “If you’re in need of a rest, come inside.”
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She looked around then backed up slightly her ears pinning back as she grew nervous. Interacting with others was not something she was good at. She makes a slight hiss. " No thank you I am fine on my own. I don't need sleep my wings were just tired. I need to get food supplies." she backs up a bit more.
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Valeriya took a step forward, holding out her hand a little. “The streets of London are not safe. You could be killed, or worse, if you stray very far from this house.”
Night Song became aware of the smell of garlic, and if she looked around she could have seen that the entire house had stone and wooden crosses planted at intervals of a few feet surrounding it.
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Her eyes widen she had some similar defenses near her own home to prevent vampires from barricading her inside again. She had survived the experience only because a dear friend had come at an opportune time. She growls a little but mainly looks afraid. She steps forward again and her ears stand at attention. She was even more tense than before. " I will trust you...for now." she looks around frantically.
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“Then come inside, quickly,” Valeriya beaconed her. Once inside, she offered the strange creature a seat. “Don’t be afraid. You’re safe here. My name is Countess Valeriya Semynov, and this is Angel. Angel is a vampire by rights, but the magical cross he wears allows him to remember himself, and he does quite a bit of good in The Cause. You have no need to fear him. Who, and what, are you?”
“If you don’t mind us asking,” Angel interjected with a smile.
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She looks to Angel a hint of fear in her eyes. She turns her attention to the countess. " I hope you are correct with what you say I do not want to be his puppet.." she whispers sounding nervous. She shivers at the memory of being trapped with them trying to get at her. Her voice was the only thing that had prevented disaster. Of course after that she couldn't speak for a week or more.
She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes finding her calm place. " I am called Night Song. I am a thestral or at least in part." She raises her wings to show her oddly colored hooves. She smiles under her scarf.
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“I promise, Angel’s quite harmless to us. He is a good man. But – a thestral. I did not know they really excised. You can only be seen by the eyes of someone who has seen death, am I correct?”
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She nods slightly. " To most I am just a shadow if any thing. Since I am only in part a thestral." she shuffles her hoof slightly. " However to those who have seen death I am a solid figure." her ears swivel as she makes small clicking sounds.
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“This is fascinating!” Angel exclaimed, taking a step forward, but the countess grabed his arm to hold him back, remembering the unease expressed by the thestral over the vampire.
“Night Song,” the Countess said. “I’m afraid I’m very worn out, and Angel is ill and needs to rest. Is there anything we can get you before Thomas shows you to a room for the night?”
She waved her hand towards the old servant.
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She backs up as he walks forward her ears at attention again. She blinks when he is stopped then turns her attention to the Countess. " I will be fine. I just came to get some supplies. I will do so in the morning." She sounded slightly worried. She smiles under her scarf and looks to the servant. " No need to worry over me. However if you show me the kitchen I could prepare breakfast in the morning in return for the room."
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The countess smiled. “That’s not necessary, but if it will please you, then feel free. Thomas, show her the kitchen.”
The old man nodded. “This way, Miss,” he said.
When Night Song had left, Valeriya turned to Angel. “Do you think she is telling the truth?”
Angel nodded. “Most of it, at least. Now go, get your rest. I will be in the basement.” He bent down and kissed her hand, then left her alone.
As she went upstairs to her bedroom she thought about the creature which was now walking about in her first floor. A thestral… her mind ran to the first time she had seem someone killed. She shuddered.
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She smiles and follows the servant inside. Once she is in the kitchen she would look around and smile under her scarf. " I'll make something good I think." she whispers. Her own mind wandering slightly. She did not plan on actually sleeping this evening being in the same home as a creature she feared greatly would make relaxation very difficult.
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Just before Thomas left the kitchen, he turned and looked at her. “Please, Miss, don’t be afraid. Mr. Angel is a very good man – or, he was, and the necklace helps him remember that. He hasn’t drunk anything but the blood of cows and horses and the like ever since he’s been wearing it.”
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She tilts her head a moment then nods. " I shall trust you as much as I am able. It is only my own experiences that prevent me from fully trusting. I will settle once we get to know each other." She gives a soft giggle. " It's not the first time I've met a friendly one it just takes time for me to warm up."
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“It’s alright. I understand. One of my closest friends was taken by a vampire. That’s why I joined The Cause. If you are tired you may take the room just down the hall, with the door open. Goodnight, Miss.” He turned and left the room.
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She smiles and nods. " Thank you so much." She would instead of taking a room flit to the ceiling if their were rafters she would use the claws in the bottom of her wings to cling to them and hang upside down. She hums to herself as she tries to rest a little. Thomas' words were comforting to the thestral but she still worried a little.
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Valeriya awoke suddenly at about three o’clock in the morning, crying out so loudly that she could be heard throughout almost the entire house. She’d been having a terrible nightmare, although it was more like a flashback. Her breath came heavily and she was wet with sweat. She sat a moment, dazed, then sprang out of bed to grab a crucifix down off the wall. She held it tightly to her chest, quietly murmuring a few words in an attempt to calm herself.
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She yelps and falls from the ceiling the glass would shake a bit at her oddly echoing voice. She stands and rubs her head before looking around. She let out a low growl and then started to make clicking sounds as she navigated through the house. She was ready for anything she didn't know what the scream was but if someone was in danger she would help if she could.
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Thomas came rushing past her on his way to his mistress’s room. He rapped hard at the door, and the gentle whimpering from within stopped.
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Night paused as the servant rushed passed. She listens her ears swivel a little and she follows him slowly. She waits in the hall to the side watching just in case she was needed.
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(sorry it's been so long. I was away visiting family over the weekend.)
Night Song could hear words in Russian coming from within. Thomas responded in the same language. He turned from the door and walked back towards his room. As he passed Night he paused.
“The Mistress has nightmares sometimes when she thinks of…” he paused.
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( It's fine. ^^))
She tilts her head a little as she listens she didn't understand Russian. She looked slightly worried until Thomas looked at her. " Oh I see. Nightmares can be horrible things." she nods in understanding. " I hope I was not the cause of them." she sounded slightly worried.
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Thomas hesitated, thinking about the best way to say the truth. “I believe perhaps the fact that she could see you reminded her of the first time she saw death. It was her husband and son, you see. They died of fever two years ago in Russia. But do not worry yourself over it. I know she would never blame you.” He smiled a little, pulling his dressing gown tighter over his nightgown, then returned to his room.
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Her ears droop a little bit and she looked at the ground. In truth she had this effect on a few people. She sighs and walks back to the kitchen slowly. She flits back to the rafter she was sleeping on before and hangs upside down. Night hated it when she reminded people of lost loved ones.
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At round 8 o’clock the next morning Valeriya came into the kitchen with a long, beautifully embroidered dressing gown draped loosely around her. Her wavy long brown hair fell over her shoulders and made her look considerably younger than she had the night before.
“Good morning, my new friend,” she said cheerily.
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Night Song would be happily cooking already humming a tune. She loved cooking had she been human she would have applied for a job as a chef. " Oh good morning miss I am glad to see you." She was making lots of different things for breakfast for everyone. Bacon, eggs, pancakes and oatmeal were all being prepared. " I hope you do not mind me making breakfast for everyone. I like to cook and couldn't think of a way to repay you.."
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“It’s very kind of you, Night Song,” the Countess smiled. “I’m afraid Angel won’t be up for breakfast, it’s a bit to sunny yet, but my little ward Larry will be here shortly, and he is always quite starving, no matter how much I feed him.”
Valeriya moved to the stove and put the kettle on.
“You seem to be quite the cook. How did you learn?”
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She nods as she flips some eggs. " I understand." she smiles a little. " I am usually more nocturnal myself but I can be up whenever I need to ." she looked to Valeriya. " Oh well my mother taught me how." she hums a bit. " her and gran taught me well. " she stretches her wings a little.
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Just then a little African boy of about 8 or 9 came running into the kitchen and threw his arms around Valeriya’s waist.
“Mayi!” he cried happily. He looked as if he was going to go on, but he stopped suddenly as he caught sight of Night Song.
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She bows and smiles a little to him. She makes herself look as friendly as she can. She looked a little nervous about the boy being scared of her. She offers a plate of food as a peace offering.
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A smile spread across his face. “Thanks,” he said a little shyly as he took the plate. “I’m Larry. Who are you?”
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She nods and smiles " You are welcome. It is nice to meet you Larry my name is Night Song." she stretches her wings a little.
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His eyes widened a little. “Youf got wings!?” he exclaimed, his words muffled a little bit by the food in his mouth.
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She nods a little " Yes I do. They come in handy for a quick get away." She turns back to her pan and takes the eggs out of the pan. She smiles. " It is also quite fun to fly I've found it is a good way to relax."
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“Ohhh! Dang, I wish I could fly!”
Valeriya gave Larry a gentle little cuff on the side of the head.
“Watch your language, young man.”
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She grins and pops her neck after setting the table. " If you want to fly I can help you do that. However you must obey whatever I tell you when we are in the air. Do you understand?"
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