Silvaire Ouraux

Silvaire Ouraux must have strayed far from his original righteous pass to be here of all places. The floor creaked under his weight and he could feel eyes burn against his skin. Though he had no intention on leaving without his curiousity sated, the forboding click of the lock behind him sent his mind reeling into a moment of uncertainty. Perhaps this little expidition of his would end with him regretting the choices he made, but for now- he simply inhaled, and steeled himself as he took another step.

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Silvaire Ouraux

Dark robes covering a curvy silhouette are illuminated in pale blue, spilling in from the room's stained glass windows. The creaking of the wooden planks echoed as the figure turned a page of a grimoire with a gloved hand. Ceana listens, hearing the stranger's breath and a strong heartbeat. "Another mortal?" she sighs, "I can't seem to get rid of you stupid pests. What do you want?" She continues to flip through the ancient book, listening closely to the person's every nervous fidget.

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Silvaire Ouraux

Silvaire Ouraux: ".. Mine sincerest apologies.." The tall figure stepped forward again, tilting his head as he attempted to discern the others features to no avail. The light was barely enough to give way to his own as it were. "I seek knowledge of the forbidden. If thine decor tells me aught, I assume thou has what I seek."

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Ceana Ramsay was glad someone entered when they did. She didn't have anything to write in her journal for the day and was happy she would be able to describe ripping a mortal to pieces in gruesome detail. The elezen slowly turned, still not facing the stranger directly. She circled the room's floral centerpiece, taking care not to scare the mortal away before she could have her fun, "I didn't quite understand you, could you repeat that?" she quietly whispered.

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Silvaire Ouraux

Silvaire Ouraux made a soft utterance, something to himself as he held his head high, his head and eyes following the figure, "Forbidden knowledge. I aspire to learn of the darkness that births voidsent." He stated, though he refused to move- he could not tell if it were primal fear- or his bravado.

Ceana Ramsay continued to slowly walk to the door, allowing her boots to click against the frozen wood planks as she did. The woman was so patient and poised, elegantly hovering closer and closer until she was a breath away. A cold chill stole the life from the air as she passed, leaving an aura of heaviness lingering in her absence. A quiet malevolent chuckle resonated in the room as the woman made her way to the door and locked the deadbolt with a key she had around her neck.

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Silvaire Ouraux

Silvaire Ouraux shivered, his skin raising goosebumps as he slowly put together the strange aura he got from the other. Was she not mortal? He felt his lungs pull in air of the cold and he stepped forward completely, doing his best to not seem bothered by the deadbolt, though it was apparent he was at least on alert now that he felt even the slightest threat. Ceana Ramsay couldn't contain her chuckles as they grew louder into laughter. The vampire turned toward the man, allowing her face to appear for the first time. From beneath the black hood glowed her red eyes and her wicked smile. The woman slowly stalked her prey, removing her gloves with every slow placement of her feet. The weight of the cowl finally slunk backward, revealing her raven black hair and sharp ears. The room fell into still silence as she continued to close the distance between him and her.

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Silvaire Ouraux he faltered, moving back and nearly tripping over the room's center piece, he cleared his throat, "I-.. I see, you.. are not to be underestimated. " He moved to gently brush what dark brown strands of hair that fell into his eyes- away. The pale elezen woman's laughter stopped as she heard the man's heartbeat falter. She thrust her right hand forward in the space between his heart palpitations, wrapping her red-nailed fingers around his throat. "Underestimated?" she spoke, letting her soft voice flow with feigned sweetness, "I'm just a little elezen woman. Why ever would you be afraid of me?"

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Silvaire Ouraux shook his head, "You are far too strong to be a lady of the woods or even of Ishgard. Nay I fear you are something of a concerning nature.." He murmured through the grip on his throat. The vampire slid her thumb over his adam's apple and slowly stepped forward, pushing him backward with every step. Each click of her boot sounded like a nail in the elezen man's coffin. Ceana giggled relentlessly, enjoying toying with her food. Her eyes maintained their scarlet glare as if they were magically casting a spell on him to obey. She took several steps until he had the man's back against the blue stained glassed windows that lit the room.

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Silvaire Ouraux

Silvaire Ouraux Try as one might, the Ishgardian's eyes struggled to part ways with the scarlet that pooled before him. His body felt a chill, one that drove down deep into his bones and kept him from moving too much in resistance. He had been enchanted, no doubt. Ceana Ramsay leans up to the elezen's neck, and begins dragging her fangs across his sun touched skin, "Why shouldn't I devour you where you stand?" Silvaire Ouraux bit at his tongue thinking carefully for the next words that came from his lips, "I have learned things others have not.." He started. "I can aide you. Sustain you, If you see me lacking. Devour me. " He said with a finality that made it look as though he resigned himself to the fate, "I have made my choices in life, I will lose naught if this is the end."

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Ceana Ramsay rolled her eyes and shoved the man back as she whispered in his ear, "And how can a mortal aid me in anything?" "I can be the shepherd that herds the wolf her sheep." "Oh, you are offering to bring me food? And how do I know you wont flee and tell the Holy See that they have voidsent in their nation?" "They had cast me out for seeking knowledge of your kind. Thus they've sealed their own fate. If they would not learn of their enemy then they shall fall to it." Ceana Ramsay brushes the man off with a slapping motion in the air, and begins to walk away, "Fine. You are free to go. If you dont return, I will find you. If you do, I will reward you...perhaps?" Ceana pauses for a moment before turnign back to the man, "Call me mother Ceana. What is your name?"

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Silvaire Ouraux let out a heavy breath, coming to realize he had held most of his breath back in that encounter. "Silvaire Ouraux, though the name hardly means a thing after my prompt removal." Ceana Ramsay exits the room by slipping into the private rooms. The last that could be seen of her was her alabaster hand tossing a key to the mortal before the door sealed him off from her and all the other inhabitants of the estate.

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The male elezen approached the table with a bit of hesitance, yet did so anyway, "No seats are taken here I presume?" He asked kindly, despite his attire he did his upmost to come across as friendly. A'lysa's ears wiggles for a moment when she heard his voice. She turned to face the approaching elezen. "None taken at all." With a warm smile she motions him to join her. Though his attire did made her feel rather uneasy but as least he was polite, and a tad handsome at that.

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Silvaire made a soft noise as he settled into the seat, "Forgive my impertinence, I am Silvair Ouraux, an Ishgardian priest. I am rather new to these parts... so- would it be too much to ask for your company for a while.?" Mortal A'lysa: The salty ocean breeze lightly hit her as he brushes her hair to the side of her face before responding to him. "I don't mind. Though I usually have men approach me at night in a bar rather than during the day outside of the this culinary guild." She teases him and lets out a small chuckle

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Shifting in his seat he nodded, "I suppose I do, but I would think men approach you for all the wrong reasons, no?" He shrugged, before he leaned forward. "The air is much warmer here than Ishgard. I am much too accustomed to the cold." He laughed softly, moving a finger up to scratch gently at his scar that laid across his cheek, "I have witnesses how many people truly live here, and thrive, and it's obvious it is a 'mixing pot of sorts'" Alysa raises a brow at him, "Perhaps. But sometimes wrong reasons doesn't mean they are bad ones."Still smiling at him she bounces the leg that was resting on her thigh playfully. "Oh I suppose I didn't introduced myself yet. I'm A'lysa Reti but you can just call me Lysa." Silvaire Ouraux: He tilted his head, "You speak as if you know such dangers when you see them, I will not doubt you." He smiled as he then dipped his head, "Tis an honor, Lady Lysa." He glanced to the table for a moment, fidgeting with his fingers as his nails picked at the cuticles. "Do you have family here? Friends? Or are you one of those.. adventurers I hear much about."

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A'lysa takes a sip of her coffee and gently placing it back on the table. "Mhmm. And you my friend are quite dangerous." She lets out a giggle though the uneasy feeling surfaced for reasons she can't explain. Her smile faded. She clears her throat. "Ahem but no I don't have family here. Just me. Alone." "Dangerous? Me?" He laughed, "Nay, your intuition must be finicky now." He shrugged as he moved to glance at the coffee, "Hm- Well... Do you fancy yourself a reader? I know of a library we could visit- nothing like Sharlayan libraries, but I promise it has interesting finds!"

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A'lysa Ponders for a moment. "Why not? I'm not much of a reader mind you but I have nothing planned. " She stood up and let out a stretch that seemed long overdue. "Mmkay. Shall we head out then?" "If that's the case, perhaps I can do the reading for you, no?" He offered, as he smoothed out his robe. "Aye, I can lead us."

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