| Amaranth Starr |
| Random Stats: Name: Amara Starr Spec: Vampire Syre: Kaleb Drakiste History: Unspoken (link) Allignment: Neutral Abilities: Empath - Shapeshifting - Healing - Translocation - Illusion |
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| Head of The Eclipse Clan Bond Mate to Jinsoke Itane Heart Untouched. Untaken. |
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| Onyx tresses that resembled the flex of a raven�s wing - imbued by the deeper hues of navy and violet the selfsame avian possessed - were splayed haphazardly along the pillow behind her head, tilted hues of deeply stained violet gazing without any sort of recognition at the ceiling. The curl of an arm draped possessively over her side was a comfort, as was the steady cadence of breathing elicited now and again from the slumbering blood doll. The silence continued unbroken, as the faint wisps of dawn brushed the far off horizon, gaze shifting to the window lying slightly ajar with an inward sigh. Reminiscence had once more returned, and it was the same which tended to bring on such lapses in conscious thought, during which the present perfection melted into the burning deceit and tainted lies that were bubbling like acid beneath the surface of the present. Everything was so wonderful of late, so perfectly settled and sereve, as though nothing could touch them - like a well oiled machine, the Clan moved and worked as a single articulate unit, getting along as well as could be expected with such a wide variance in personalities. There was a sense of belonging and comfort, a proposition of family that dwelt within the walls of the Focus. Like a lounging pride of felines, everyone had that air of predatory contentment, and as with her minions, she should have been calm and unthwarted in her pursuit in whatever intrigued her in a given span of time. Was that it? Was it too pristine and perfect for her? Could she truly not accept the peace at hand, simply because she was too used to the other possible horrors? The Even Slayers had been silent as death, and no rival vampires had invaded the territory in over a month. Was all she knew truly death and destruction, hazard and horror? A gentle shudder snaked through her as she settled more deeply into the curve of the masculine form at her back, lids falling to half mast with a shuddering sigh as Micah's arm tightened almost reflexively about her, as though following the line of her thoughts and sensing without conscious direction, her unrest. Everything had become a deeply seated perfection of late, giving or taking the random incidents that were thanks solely to Jinsoke and her little harem. She wondered ruefully, at times of such indispensable silence, what would have happened to she and Jin had they not settled down in the city, and just kept moving on as they had planned for so long. If Numare hadn't died and given her the Clan. It was unthinkable in most cases.. the brightest light to ever have shined into the darker shadows of her world slept like dim, burning flames about her, throughout the Focus. Her Clan. Hers. Here, she belonged. Unquestionably. And it wasn't enough to keep off the jitters. A quiet sigh replaced her earlier muddling over what once had been.. sleep calling to her once more with the vague promises of what was still to be. |
| The day's reality around the bend, pain and misery my only friend I raise a toast and I salute the end, 'cause six feet in the ground is where the living begins. I got to get on with living - Or get the hell on with dying. |
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