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Post by Lady Adara on Nov 13, 2008 2:26:57 GMT -5
*The journal is medium sized, made of supple leather the color of red, earthern clay. The pages are a crisp pale yellow that looks newly made. The binding has two small ridges in it, crafted to form a smaller hand while being carried. Instead of a locking mechanism it holds a loop for the strap of leather to be passed through.*
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Post by Lady Adara on Nov 13, 2008 2:34:34 GMT -5
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My mind wanders restlesly, I truly hope it ceases soon because my concentration is stretched to its greatest limits. I no longer have worry to live in fear, my troubles long since been eased by Lord Draven.
The House is growing, that much, I can feel at a deeper level. If it weren't for Marcus then, perhaps, I never would have found my true self. Like my mother they say? Pft, I am insulted to a certain extent. My mother, though ambitious settled for the second helpings. None of which I intend to do.
I have my aspirations and my goals, all of which will soar gloriously above anything my mother once hoped for. Greed though will not be my downfall in any of these matters, that much I am certain of.
My place within the House is settled merely by my connection with Lord Draven himself. I am allowed to roam to my hearts content with my promise that I shall return as swiftly as is possible. The other members treat me with the upmost respect and I strive to maintain a countenance of great dignity, poise and strength. All of which, I believe, reflects directly back upon Lord Marcus.
I must return to my resting quarters afore Marcus notices my absence. Perhaps tomorrow will be eventful enough for my hand to seek these pages again.[/color][/font]
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Post by Lady Adara on Nov 17, 2008 2:53:05 GMT -5
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Lord Marcus is in quite a fit. Thus far, my efforts have failed in placating his irritation. I can hear him grumbling, sitting at the table where he writes upon that old parchment he is rather fond of. Perhaps later my efforts will not prove so futile.
Apparently this new wolf, Acacia, is creating the quite a stir. Of course, I knew of her, and that she visited Tokuno frequently to visit Lord Dauthi. As soon as my eyes set upon her prone form, in that cell, I knew I had to remove the mark that I had been given. It has already healed over.
Now, I am truly part of the House of Draven. Lord Marcus seemed immensely pleased with this. I deign to make his existence easier, I truly hate seeing him so irrate.
The werwolf, William, proceeded to punish my human today. The audacity! When I get a hold on him I am going to show him what true punishmen is. Noone touches what is mine and gets away free. It is, to me, like fondling my personal property. And that is quite rude.
I must rest, Lord Marcus is rising to head to bed. My hope is that I can soothe his shaken nerves.
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Post by Lady Adara on Nov 18, 2008 3:19:19 GMT -5
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Lord Marcus's mood has improved immensely since last I sought a reprive among these pages. Apparently, he has discovered the intruder upon our lands and dispatched someone to handle the problem rather promptly. My only hope is that his assassin is trustworthy enough to complete such a task of high importance.
I admire Lord Marcus for the unwavering strength he possesses to lead our clan. I strive so much to please him and go to great lengths to find that strength within myself. I must be strong for him, perhaps someday I will be able to rule by his side. He has amibition and pride, strong attributes in any man, even a vampire such as he.
To me, I think, that was the failing point of the Soldat clan I once believed was under my rule. But, my eyes have come to see that my faith in that group was merely a waste of time. No respect will ever be earned if it cannot be rebuilt upon the respect of the forebearers. Lord Dauthi, sadly, was not a strong enough leader.
I go to rest for now, praying in my mind that I will always contain great strength so that I may never fail M'lord, Marcus Draven.
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Post by Lady Adara on Nov 24, 2008 2:21:53 GMT -5
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I am afraid there is much to tell in such short a space. Where shall I begin? Perhaps with the other night when I as so brutally assulated by a meandering mutt. He dare throw bones at me! Attack our house?! That is ridiculousy outrageous, I am surprised Lord Marcus himself did not slit his throat.
As the evening progressed from that horrid beginning, Marcus's anger with me grew even moreso. I refused to tell him the whereabouts of Dauthi family, his anger was nigh unbearable. I could barely stomach the rage he possessed towards me. He struck me, yet, I know it is only in rage. He desires an outlet and if I am to be such then so be it. But my, he is so extremely handsome when his temper rises.
Then I must pray tell of the demonic intruder in our lands. My first desire was to rip forth his heart and give it to Melina. Apparently, he is one of those that serves mother's deceased retainer. I wrote to her in the upmost haste, hopefully his fate shall be sealed and I shall nay have to deal with the treacherous scum again.
Marcus is sleeping, I can see him from the farthest corner of my eye. He looks rather peaceful, I long so much to please him in all endeavors. To be the strongest partner for him and thrive under his good graces and affections. My skin misses his cool touch, I must return abed.
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Post by Lady Adara on Dec 11, 2008 3:49:55 GMT -5
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I must repent immediately for my sins. I have forsaken my master, and thus, myself and the bloodline. I am a fool, childish in my lack of being able to bide my tongue. I am a traitor to my sire, Marcus.
I had not meant to accuse him verbally of the brash and childish manner in which he dealt with the Lord and Lady of Istas. Yet, his lack of civility, especially according to this particular matter, made me, well, basically lose myself and all control. This alone shows how young I still am, how much I still must grow to be strong for him.
My heart is beginning to long for him, he is fast filling up this hole that was left when I ventured from Eban. It was too taxing on not only myself but him as well. The Guardians were beginning to grow suspicious of my nature, and losing their trust and faith towards him. He was human, and I not so much. It was merely not as fate had intended us to be. I wish him well in all his endeavors, but my heart is with Marcus now, always remaining that way.
He is sleeping as we speak. If only he knew how breathtakingly handsome he is, both awake and in sleep as solid as death itself. His hair falls like ebon waves upon the pillow, clashing with the pale white of snowfall it resembles. His face carries strong features, and his lips are endearing to me, not including soft as well. The eyes though are what I consider to be the most important feature. Black depthless pits that drown me under, morphing into heart stopping, gut wrenching orbs of ice blue.
I am beginning to love him. I must be strong for him, and this House, if ever I am to rise above the stature of my mother and her past achievements. On the morrow I will repent to him, if not then I would be nothing more than a traitor to my own heart.
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Post by Lady Adara on Dec 17, 2008 1:40:13 GMT -5
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I am irrevocably in love with Lord Draven, though it may sound extremely childish to state as such. Yes, he has his flaws, as I do. We are not gods, merely immortal and are bound to make some mistakes in this future life of immortality.
But for all my flaws and my previous sin against him, he wishes to bond together. I admit, it is a big step but I feel that I am wholly ready for such. It will have to be done in front of the whole Coven and Cade Clan, there can be no doubters upon this matter. Then, I can truly claim the role of Lady of the Draven House.
I went to visit Eban earlier today, it did not go quite as well as I had previously hoped. I no longer love him as I once had afore, those days are long past. To commit to such a union, between mortal and non, is dangerous, in my opinion. By suscepting him to that atmosphere I am the danger, posing a potential threat that could quickly be the end. I do not have to worry about losing control when I am with Marcus, for he is my sire and is capable of handling such. The look in that mans eyes though, one that would have torn me apart afore, did nothing. There was no stir of past emotions or uprising of hidden feelings. Perhaps, I am fast becoming an emotionless monster. I truly do not know.
When I returned to the Manor in Carden, to rid myself of swamp stench, I found Melina and her pet there. I had to stifle down the emotions that raise unbidden when others come into my home. Perhaps it is jealousy, I am not wholly sure. She wanted to probe my memory for some dealings with a demon called Ix. I am quite proud of myself for maintaing control over my tongue, recommending her to another source that bears quite a hatred to the demonic kin.
What was absolutely absurd is that I did not even find time to take a quick bathing before I was once again whisked away to meet another. This one was a covenless kindred named Anfalas. He mentioned previously serving Alira Drakul of the Onyx Flame. I do not completely trust him so I put him on a sort of trial period until he can prove his worth. Marcus looked to be filled with so much pride, I strive to please him so.
He will return home soon. I await eagerly the news of his dealings with the King and Queen of Everthorne. In few days hence we will exchange those vows and I will forever be Lady Draven, those words never sounding so sweet to my ears as they do now.
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Post by Lady Adara on Dec 19, 2008 5:27:25 GMT -5
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I am and well and truly exhausted from today's excursions. It has been some nights since I have last written and there is much to speak of. The most important of the news being that Lord Marcus and I will exchange first blood on the morrow. The bond I feel for him as my sire is different, or so mother has said. I truly hope it will be a glorious experience for him, I do so wish to please him with this union.
I can feel the strength inside myself, to become the Lady of this House and this Coven. He said there is a special place reserved for me, by his side, always. That statement thoroughly warms me to my toes, a harder challenge than most consider, keeping in mind the cool temperature I so constantly maintain.
I paid a visit to Deidre and Clive the other morning, though I had to be extremely cautious in my mannerisms for that man is a loaded cannon when in my presence. I cordially invited both of them to witness the union of Marcus and I. On the side note, I believe I have planted a seed inside the mind of that Dauthi. Hopefully, in time it will grow with my nurturings and we will have nothing more to worry over concerning his welfare.
Eban was all out of sorts when I paid a visit to his home. That muttish friend of his Nickali was there, the smell of his worth reeking off him in waves. It was almost too much for one to bear and I thought about either removing my nose and saving it from the horrid stench or leaving more promptly then was polite.
I still love him, but not in any manner that resembles perversity or sexuality. Eban is more a reflection of my past, something I longed for once but no longer desire. He is my mortality and human essence bound. His sorrow at times has me on the verge of breaking, but it is different with him than Marcus. I can pretend to be human, although I told him my secret. If Marcus ever finds out he will probably beat me within an inch of my unlife, but I do not care for Eban will always be my first love and my dearest friend.
I am to return and visit with him some more upon the morrow. I fear that the wound he suffers taxes his strength, he never was one to care too much for frivolous actions such as having a woman fuss about his injuries. I truly hope he will be careful.
I have been practicing manipulating the gloom. It stretches my mind to its limits, truly. In the days to come I hope to hold some minor control over this wonderful new discovery of myself. I feel like a blossom, gradually blooming to accomodate those around me.
Lord Marcus is beginning to stir in his sleep so I must return to bed. I doubt I will gain much sleep though, the excitement over tomorrows events are just too overwhelming.
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Post by Lady Adara on Dec 23, 2008 1:42:08 GMT -5
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I am now truly Lady Draven, not only just to myself but in the eyes of Marcus and the Coven. How can such an expected momentous occasion pass so quickly before ones eyes? It did not seem to take more than a few minutes to say those fateful vows; I was soon seated at his side and the feelings were almost overwhelming. I could hear him inside my head, feel him in my soul, smell him on my skin. It was the most intoxicating experience I have ever been example of.
And his blood, more addicting the most powerful drug. It smells sweet like nectar, thick and deadly upon my tongue like honey. It traveled down my throat and I never felt so alive. Does he truly feel this way when he too tastes my blood? It matters not, I will be addicted to him for the rest of eternity. And when I am in his presence I feel the knots of our binding twist tighter, promising to never release their hold.
I rest now and return to Marcus Draven - my partner for eternity.
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Post by Lady Adara on Jan 6, 2009 0:26:47 GMT -5
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My first fledling was created the other day. It was not at all what I had begun to expect it should be. I am not sure what was supposed to happen but the utter calm and stillness is most disturbing. I have never had anyone die in my arms before and to bring life once more into their still form fills me with a possessive motherly filling....similar to giving birth I would imagine. My strongest desire is to protect him, assuring myself that no harm will come to my new creation - Anfalas.
Marcus does not seem perturbed by this new addition in my life. Perhaps he understands that the bond shared between us is different than this new one inside me. I can reach out and almost feel it there which brings upon myself another possessive wave for both Marcus and Anfalas.
I truly hope I do not fail in my new role for I couldn't bear the thought of having to put this new life to death.
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Post by Lady Adara on Jan 10, 2009 2:59:05 GMT -5
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Marcus has once again ventured away from me. This quest is all consuming of his time it seems. Though to give him the due he deserves he is very doting upon his leave and return. Just this evening I found a gift waiting for me upon the bed we share.
Verily does he try my patience. Not only did he buy me a gift but it was unncesarily skimpy and revealing. I am not even able to wear it yet for I lack the one person it was meant for.
The gifts were nice, verily, but nothing can fill up this deep hole that englufs me while he is gone. He said he shall return soon. I truly hope so or else this maddening gulf will envelope me in sorrow.
The bond with Anfalas helps distract and lessen my distress at time. He called me mother on our first night together which truly rubbed my emotions on the raw. I am barely old enough to be even considered a mother. Neverless to a full grown man probably thrice my age. He is quiet and solitary but his presence is still comforting and much needed.
I am to meet with Agustus of Necropolis. The name is of vague familiarity to me and I will naturally tread with caution. We are to meet soon and William will accompany me on this venture. I trust him with my life which is more than I can say with some. He proved himself a valuable consort and ally at the last meeting with those of Everthorne.
But now I return to a lonely bed, counting the days until Marcus returns.
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Post by Lady Adara on Feb 25, 2009 14:26:37 GMT -5
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Many weeks have passed since I last sought comfort in these solemn pages. The events encompassing are not few with major consequences to all that set my mind reeling wickedly.
The entire situation is complicated, at best. Marcus wishes him dead and speaks of using the Lycans force of mass to exterminate those that dwell in Olympus. In my mind this will only draw unwanted attention to this Coven, something I fear will happen sooner then we both think.
How I feel upon all this? Well, I honestly am not sure whether or not I approve or disagree. My feelings for Eban are wavering yet he is still a friend, has always been. I can only see his betrayal to my family as a move of an enemy. I hate to treat him so but that is his fate through his own doings.
My own Coven now harbors resentment toward the older ways taught me by mother before I left her home. There can be no power unless we first master those within the Coven who are merely beginning to learn. Our success is built upon the shoulders of our followers, without them we remain merely a title.
I could see in their eyes how they thought I was being harsh upon their own behalf, but I will do whatever I must to ensure the success of this family. If weedling out the weak and using force to ensure that is neccesary then it will be done at all costs. My only hope is that they do not bring resentment into their hearts against me.
I was only doing what I thought was best.
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Post by Lady Adara on Apr 29, 2009 0:28:17 GMT -5
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My thoughts are jumbled, mixing and intermingling in a chaotic frenzy over what has happened. In my absence, sadly, many members of the House decided to leave. Had I foreseen such events I never would have vacated out of here.
I had thought some time was needed for myself, acquired that I would be left in peace under the extent of that time. I finally mastered the practice of shadow cloaking over the extent of that time - a feat I knew manageable in time. This gives me greater confidence in my own abilities than before.
Anfalas, my own childer, has left me but I will not stop him if that is his wish. I understand the desire to be out from under the wing of a sire or even an overlord and to find that acclaimed independence that the real world has to offer. I only hope that he fares well enough - we are not upon speaking terms.
In my rage I kidnapped Melina for attacking my husband, not once but twice. I only hope that I am doing right by my actions because this is only some of the means I will use to assure the protection of this Coven.
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Post by Lady Adara on Dec 12, 2009 5:35:05 GMT -5
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It seems as if I am alone, that everything I have strived so hard to build has come crumbling down into a ruinous mass.
Carden is completely destroyed except for the Draven manor, the wolves have all but tucked their tail between their legs and ran, and my fellow kindred have found new homes in new lands. I am almost pleased that Marcus is in torpor for he would be disappointed to see all his hard work destroyed.
Yet, little by little I feel as if I am starting to make progress in my endeavors. The manor did not require too many repairs. I was able to move Marcus this evening, he will be safer here than anywhere else I know of.
I will have to hunt down the scattered remains and attempt to piece them back together. But that can wait until the moon rises again tomorrow. Today has taken its toll and I long for nothing more than to lay in Marcus's embrace... regardless of how cool it will be.
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