The Crimson Lady

"Καλησπέρα, καϊνίτες."

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Kalinichta, Elijah.

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Please like, reblog, or plain old follow if you’d like to interact with my fandomless, modern fantasy OC – Riley Cross, certified public accountant and reluctant abomination in the eyes of God. The libidophagic condition alone is troublesome enough, and that before the target painted on her back for being born damned. Other than that, she enjoys travel shows, the fresh tang of cool mountain air, and quiet nights with handsome women. It’d be nice to expand the friend pool, or, failing that, the little black book.

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@crimsonladyfriday

When it comes to coiling across somebody else's altar, I am afraid I already have one in mind. This sentiment is, however, most appreciated, mhm..

Oh, my~ I do hope it works out~

There is a box where the voice sits.

Take your talons between the ribs and pry; with accordion motion, with deftness of your grasp around the jaw, with a little skill and practice, and you too can create the sound of an acre of throat squeezed through an inch of ruddy sawblade.

More subtle applications are known but not desired. It is only the shadow of the thought you are turning in the searchlight of your mind. Teeth against trachea. The larynx is shucked from its nesting place, well-strung morsel, halfway devoured to the craw-

What long nights I could play with the sound of your voice on my lips. In this air brightened by starlight, would the poetry sound just as sweet?

Reveries, reveries...

#absolutely #please come guest pastor to my cult

If I hissed then to your congregation, would the words be taken just as divine?

#How absolutely beautiful

There is a box where the voice sits.

Take your talons between the ribs and pry; with accordion motion, with deftness of your grasp around the jaw, with a little skill and practice, and you too can create the sound of an acre of throat squeezed through an inch of ruddy sawblade.

More subtle applications are known but not desired. It is only the shadow of the thought you are turning in the searchlight of your mind. Teeth against trachea. The larynx is shucked from its nesting place, well-strung morsel, halfway devoured to the craw-

What long nights I could play with the sound of your voice on my lips. In this air brightened by starlight, would the poetry sound just as sweet?

Reveries, reveries...

tolerateit

“A Ghost Is a Memory.” On Bodies, Belief, and the Places Ghost Stories Live

What is all of this about blowing up and the Sabbat????

#dash commentary #wtf

RP Starter: 1190s AD, Constantinople

Late in the evening, a large merchant ship docks at the Harbour of Sophia. Quickly, mortals in the same livery the ship bears begin to unload their wares, carting it to the nearby Agora. As the sun sets, Paraskevi rises from the underbelly of the now mostly empty ship and disembarks, dressed finely in the latest fashions of the Empire. Accompanying the Crimson Lady off the boat are three young women, who follow her until she bids them rest at a nearby inn, pre-paid in full by her. Alone, the Cainite drifts to the forum, her unnatural grace and air of temptation marking her as not quite right- but hey, it's the middle of the night. It's not quite as busy and it's harder in the dark for the mortals to catch an actual glimpse of her inhuman beauty, her head-covering obscuring her face.

She sits, and stills, observing her surroundings in contemplation. Perhaps while she is here on business alone she can uncover some knowledge... Though it might delay their scheduled return somewhat. Surely in a city teeming with Methuselae, someone will know of what she seeks. @kyr13-3le1s0n

In the midst of the dimming hustle and bustle of the docks come evening, a lone Cainite in purple robes emerges from one of the many buildings within the queen of all cities with a hurry in his step.

In hopes of being havenless for as minimal an amount of time as possible, he mumbled apologies and pleasantries and he dodged and wove through the crowd.

"Forgive me," , "Excuse my trespasses," , "I do not mean to inconvenience you."

He approached one of the docked vessels and waved down one of the hands who then acknowledged him before running below decks in search of someone or something.

Paraskevi watches the crowd flit about, the purple catching her keen eyes. A terribly...confident choice of color to wear in the seat of the Empire. Curious (and perhaps mildly concerned for the stores of fine fabric that remained on her ship), she rises and trails after him as he speaks with one of her staff. "Pardon me, sir, might I ask what your business with my vessel is?" The tired hand returns from below deck after another moment, but is quickly dismissed by the lady garbed in red.

The then-startled Cainite turned to Paraskevi as she dismissed her vessel's hand.

"Might...your vessel be leaving Constantinople?"

A question answered with a question was always a sign of things to come in a conversation, especially when the person refusing to answer questions is looking over their shoulder and at every movement their eye catches.

Paraskevi hums slightly. "I am afraid we have only just arrived for business. Must you be off with speed? If time means little to you, perhaps something could be arranged. Though I might seek some assurance my family's business will not be sanctioned for harboring a fugitive, if you are in a rush- one can never be too careful, considering what might cause one to flee from the heart of a Dream." She tests slightly, watching carefully to see his reaction to her choice of words.

Elijah's heart sank at the realization he may not have had the way out of Constantinople that he desperately sought. More apparently was the fact that he outright flinched at the implication that Constantinople was the heart of any sort of dream. Any Kine metropolis with a noteworthy Cainite necropolis under its surface was less a dream and moreso a nightmare for Saulot's lot in such nights.

"I...understand. I do not wish to hinder nor hasten you."

“You understand, hm?” She raises an eyebrow, seeming almost amused, unbothered, and gives the other now obvious Cainite another once-over. “Well. You will either find my Road reassuring or revolting, but I am a Sinner, and you need not fear my loyalties are invested with any but myself, nor am I likely to find you reprehensible. Let us speak more aboard my vessel, where privacy can be guaranteed- if you are amenable? I assure you my staff will not intrude- my curiosity is piqued.”

"Your path is...of no concern to me."

Elijah replied in an attempt at assurance that he hoped would not be otherwise perceived as dismissive.

"I would appreciate the privacy of your vessel were it even temporary."

The Salubri was clearly making an attempt at carefully choosing his words as one in need, such as he, could not afford to offend.

#hope that isn't too long ;-;;; maybe now we can get to the good parts lol #kyrie eleison #vtm dark ages #closed rp

Paraskevi shrugs. Either desperate or weird, she figures, and glides along the gangplank, gesturing the fellow Cainite after her. The staff seems to understand immediately, and a hand opens the entrance to the hold before getting expertly so far out of the way he seems to disappear entirely (though with very human speed). She descends first, and just....walks down the ladder as if it were a normal floor, apparently wholly unbothered by gravity. The belly of the ship looks like what one would expect of a well-appointed merchant's vessel of the day, save for the marginally more private and decadent space Paraskevi guides them to, offering her new acquaintance a seat. "I apologize for waiting so long to introduce myself. I am Paraskevi, of Crete, Ancilla of the blood of Ishtar." She smiles slightly. "Please, make yourself comfortable."

RP Starter: 1190s AD, Constantinople

Late in the evening, a large merchant ship docks at the Harbour of Sophia. Quickly, mortals in the same livery the ship bears begin to unload their wares, carting it to the nearby Agora. As the sun sets, Paraskevi rises from the underbelly of the now mostly empty ship and disembarks, dressed finely in the latest fashions of the Empire. Accompanying the Crimson Lady off the boat are three young women, who follow her until she bids them rest at a nearby inn, pre-paid in full by her. Alone, the Cainite drifts to the forum, her unnatural grace and air of temptation marking her as not quite right- but hey, it's the middle of the night. It's not quite as busy and it's harder in the dark for the mortals to catch an actual glimpse of her inhuman beauty, her head-covering obscuring her face.

She sits, and stills, observing her surroundings in contemplation. Perhaps while she is here on business alone she can uncover some knowledge... Though it might delay their scheduled return somewhat. Surely in a city teeming with Methuselae, someone will know of what she seeks. @kyr13-3le1s0n

In the midst of the dimming hustle and bustle of the docks come evening, a lone Cainite in purple robes emerges from one of the many buildings within the queen of all cities with a hurry in his step.

In hopes of being havenless for as minimal an amount of time as possible, he mumbled apologies and pleasantries and he dodged and wove through the crowd.

"Forgive me," , "Excuse my trespasses," , "I do not mean to inconvenience you."

He approached one of the docked vessels and waved down one of the hands who then acknowledged him before running below decks in search of someone or something.

Paraskevi watches the crowd flit about, the purple catching her keen eyes. A terribly...confident choice of color to wear in the seat of the Empire. Curious (and perhaps mildly concerned for the stores of fine fabric that remained on her ship), she rises and trails after him as he speaks with one of her staff. "Pardon me, sir, might I ask what your business with my vessel is?" The tired hand returns from below deck after another moment, but is quickly dismissed by the lady garbed in red.

The then-startled Cainite turned to Paraskevi as she dismissed her vessel's hand.

"Might...your vessel be leaving Constantinople?"

A question answered with a question was always a sign of things to come in a conversation, especially when the person refusing to answer questions is looking over their shoulder and at every movement their eye catches.

Paraskevi hums slightly. "I am afraid we have only just arrived for business. Must you be off with speed? If time means little to you, perhaps something could be arranged. Though I might seek some assurance my family's business will not be sanctioned for harboring a fugitive, if you are in a rush- one can never be too careful, considering what might cause one to flee from the heart of a Dream." She tests slightly, watching carefully to see his reaction to her choice of words.

Elijah's heart sank at the realization he may not have had the way out of Constantinople that he desperately sought. More apparently was the fact that he outright flinched at the implication that Constantinople was the heart of any sort of dream. Any Kine metropolis with a noteworthy Cainite necropolis under its surface was less a dream and moreso a nightmare for Saulot's lot in such nights.

"I...understand. I do not wish to hinder nor hasten you."

#kyrie eleison #vtm rp #closed rp

“You understand, hm?” She raises an eyebrow, seeming almost amused, unbothered, and gives the other now obvious Cainite another once-over. “Well. You will either find my Road reassuring or revolting, but I am a Sinner, and you need not fear my loyalties are invested with any but myself, nor am I likely to find you reprehensible. Let us speak more aboard my vessel, where privacy can be guaranteed- if you are amenable? I assure you my staff will not intrude- my curiosity is piqued.”

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Send me ‘What If’ scenarios for my muse to answer.

#mun is bored off his ass and sick please

RP Starter: 1190s AD, Constantinople

Late in the evening, a large merchant ship docks at the Harbour of Sophia. Quickly, mortals in the same livery the ship bears begin to unload their wares, carting it to the nearby Agora. As the sun sets, Paraskevi rises from the underbelly of the now mostly empty ship and disembarks, dressed finely in the latest fashions of the Empire. Accompanying the Crimson Lady off the boat are three young women, who follow her until she bids them rest at a nearby inn, pre-paid in full by her. Alone, the Cainite drifts to the forum, her unnatural grace and air of temptation marking her as not quite right- but hey, it's the middle of the night. It's not quite as busy and it's harder in the dark for the mortals to catch an actual glimpse of her inhuman beauty, her head-covering obscuring her face.

She sits, and stills, observing her surroundings in contemplation. Perhaps while she is here on business alone she can uncover some knowledge... Though it might delay their scheduled return somewhat. Surely in a city teeming with Methuselae, someone will know of what she seeks. @kyr13-3le1s0n

In the midst of the dimming hustle and bustle of the docks come evening, a lone Cainite in purple robes emerges from one of the many buildings within the queen of all cities with a hurry in his step.

In hopes of being havenless for as minimal an amount of time as possible, he mumbled apologies and pleasantries and he dodged and wove through the crowd.

"Forgive me," , "Excuse my trespasses," , "I do not mean to inconvenience you."

He approached one of the docked vessels and waved down one of the hands who then acknowledged him before running below decks in search of someone or something.

Paraskevi watches the crowd flit about, the purple catching her keen eyes. A terribly...confident choice of color to wear in the seat of the Empire. Curious (and perhaps mildly concerned for the stores of fine fabric that remained on her ship), she rises and trails after him as he speaks with one of her staff. "Pardon me, sir, might I ask what your business with my vessel is?" The tired hand returns from below deck after another moment, but is quickly dismissed by the lady garbed in red.

The then-startled Cainite turned to Paraskevi as she dismissed her vessel's hand.

"Might...your vessel be leaving Constantinople?"

A question answered with a question was always a sign of things to come in a conversation, especially when the person refusing to answer questions is looking over their shoulder and at every movement their eye catches.

#kyrie eleison #vtm da rp #closed rp #sorry for the delay;;; was sick

Paraskevi hums slightly. "I am afraid we have only just arrived for business. Must you be off with speed? If time means little to you, perhaps something could be arranged. Though I might seek some assurance my family's business will not be sanctioned for harboring a fugitive, if you are in a rush- one can never be too careful, considering what might cause one to flee from the heart of a Dream." She tests slightly, watching carefully to see his reaction to her choice of words.

RP Starter: 1190s AD, Constantinople

Late in the evening, a large merchant ship docks at the Harbour of Sophia. Quickly, mortals in the same livery the ship bears begin to unload their wares, carting it to the nearby Agora. As the sun sets, Paraskevi rises from the underbelly of the now mostly empty ship and disembarks, dressed finely in the latest fashions of the Empire. Accompanying the Crimson Lady off the boat are three young women, who follow her until she bids them rest at a nearby inn, pre-paid in full by her. Alone, the Cainite drifts to the forum, her unnatural grace and air of temptation marking her as not quite right- but hey, it's the middle of the night. It's not quite as busy and it's harder in the dark for the mortals to catch an actual glimpse of her inhuman beauty, her head-covering obscuring her face.

She sits, and stills, observing her surroundings in contemplation. Perhaps while she is here on business alone she can uncover some knowledge... Though it might delay their scheduled return somewhat. Surely in a city teeming with Methuselae, someone will know of what she seeks. @kyr13-3le1s0n

In the midst of the dimming hustle and bustle of the docks come evening, a lone Cainite in purple robes emerges from one of the many buildings within the queen of all cities with a hurry in his step.

In hopes of being havenless for as minimal an amount of time as possible, he mumbled apologies and pleasantries and he dodged and wove through the crowd.

"Forgive me," , "Excuse my trespasses," , "I do not mean to inconvenience you."

He approached one of the docked vessels and waved down one of the hands who then acknowledged him before running below decks in search of someone or something.

#closed rp #vtm dark ages #kyrie eleison

Paraskevi watches the crowd flit about, the purple catching her keen eyes. A terribly...confident choice of color to wear in the seat of the Empire. Curious (and perhaps mildly concerned for the stores of fine fabric that remained on her ship), she rises and trails after him as he speaks with one of her staff. "Pardon me, sir, might I ask what your business with my vessel is?" The tired hand returns from below deck after another moment, but is quickly dismissed by the lady garbed in red.

RP Starter: 1190s AD, Constantinople

Late in the evening, a large merchant ship docks at the Harbour of Sophia. Quickly, mortals in the same livery the ship bears begin to unload their wares, carting it to the nearby Agora. As the sun sets, Paraskevi rises from the underbelly of the now mostly empty ship and disembarks, dressed finely in the latest fashions of the Empire. Accompanying the Crimson Lady off the boat are three young women, who follow her until she bids them rest at a nearby inn, pre-paid in full by her. Alone, the Cainite drifts to the forum, her unnatural grace and air of temptation marking her as not quite right- but hey, it's the middle of the night. It's not quite as busy and it's harder in the dark for the mortals to catch an actual glimpse of her inhuman beauty, her head-covering obscuring her face.

She sits, and stills, observing her surroundings in contemplation. Perhaps while she is here on business alone she can uncover some knowledge... Though it might delay their scheduled return somewhat. Surely in a city teeming with Methuselae, someone will know of what she seeks. @kyr13-3le1s0n

#vtm rp #kyrie eleison #vtm dark ages

"I have found the Constantinople song. I do not like the Constantinople song."