• The night always brought that of a comforting aura to those of many whom dwell in it's gorgeous depths. This being the time of existence, those whom were the children of darkness roamed freely without worry of enhillilation from the cruel light of day. Others laid at rest from their merriment of day, regenerating their miserable lives.
    A town stood beneath that of the valient moon, always alive. Not even falling to the sumptuous night, unable to join it's mortals. The little town's leader, govenor if put more politically, also didn't surrender to to the night. His home sat to the very tip of the town, giving an independant over-powering stature. Within this home, had enough rooms for almost one hundred guests, all having their own restrooms. The victorian home was of course one of the finest and most extravagent of it's time, having been owned by many from the past whom enjoy making their home's appearance seem as powerful as them, even in decoration. Gold lining upon the tops and bottoms of walls ran throughout the intire building, having painted images within the middle of these said designs. They were of evil and holy images of either the past or possible future of the home, though all was completely unknown for the the tall mansion has lived for hundreds of years like it's castle cousins. The furniture was something everyone envied for the chairs, sofas and even decorative chairs that's purpose was to simply sit their and grabs one's eye were made of the finest of wood throughout Europe. Gold triming was also displayed upon the fine furniture.
    At the moment, the dining room was that of the most beautiful places, especially when darkness took hold of absolutely everything. Only that of a few candles were lit, bringing a soft glow to the rooms delicately structured appearance. This glow relfected off the long cherry wood dining table, giving it a luscious golden effect to it's already beautiful surface. Upon said surface, stood a sophisticated wine glass. It too reflected off the candle light, though only a tad brighter than the table's. This shining glass seemed as if it and the table were in a mix of competition on whom was to shine it's brightest. A tall broad window at one end of the table helped anyone have sight of the intire town, as if allowing them the gift of a hawk's keen eye. To the other end of the table sat a crimson fabricated chair who's appearance could amuse a king's greedy eyes. This chair could bring any other furniture throughout the home to it's match. It was gorgeoues...though not as gorgeous as to what rested within the chair...
    Within this decadent chair sat that of a silhouette of a ravishing, young man whom had the very tips of his fingers caressing the rim of the shining wine glass. His yellow orbs gleamed like that of an animals within the moon light as they stared out through the tall wondow. His hair was curled at it's long tips having the colors of auburn brown, crimson red and pure white streaks that were amazingly natural. The appearance of his boyish smile belonged to a prince though had the meaning of a melvolent ruler. His face was slim and pale, though had unbelievable beauty bestowed upon itself with no blemishes nor any scars.
    This man was known as Laquette, The Govenor of this pety town. He gently sighed through his luscious lips, gazing off to the lights which illuminated from the randomly sized buildings.
    "How unamusing this little property I own, one would believe that it would at least have some troubles, what with it's little town poverty. Sadly the moon hasn't revealed anything of interest." he almost sounded as if he were pouting instead of complaining, though kept a calm expression that only one himself could have under such uneventful circumstances.
    "...I wonder what my comrades are meddling..."