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 Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2024 6:27 pm
As a rather sporadic vampire, Ralza didn’t remember—nor care to remember—much of the first parts of her life. It had been a long enough time ago since she was born that it was annoying, but a short enough time ago to make her “inexperienced”. But it was because of those facts that Ralza lived her unlife to the fullest! Encouraged by her Clan’s customs, she was quite sporadic, coming and going from place to place as her whims dictated. So, today, Ralza roamed a bright and lively city in Faetasia, one of her favorite spots. It was wild with merchants, and booths, and fabulous opportunities for deceit. Ralza’s words, not mine. To any slightly knowledgeable Kindred, her appearance alone made her immediately recognizable as a Ravnos. Ralza enjoyed beads, dangles and bangles, jewelry, and probably just slightly too revealing clothes. It was only her artfully placed fluffy scarf that covered most of her chest. She thought it was hot. Say what you will, her appearance definitely distracted passerby and anyone who she might want to deal with. Ralza’s feathers bobbed above the heads of most of the crowd around her as the Kindred weaved, eyes searching the faces boredly.
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Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2024 5:36 am
 There was little that would ever distract Indra from her desires, after all, she was meant to be served and spoiled, Papa always said so. On this evening she'd opted to slink into a bazaar rumored to have all sorts of things a girl could want. And perhaps a gift for her dearest Papa as well. Spoiled as she was, she was also thoughtful, her odd eyes landing on a beautiful bangle that would be perfect for her papa. She smiled a devious grin at the keeper of the stall, who was easily taken in by her allure, who wouldn't be given her looks, and how she dressed. Her figure was teased via her wraps and fishnet, the merchant was beside himself as she leaned over to inspect further, "This piece, the price?" He stammered out something that sounded far too much for such a trinket, and she frowned, then sighed, the man quickly dropped the price by several coins, her head tilted in contemplation, he lowered it further, to something she felt was in her favor, and she took the bangle, tossing him his pittance for it, "Thank you." She purred, then turned to stalk other stalls for wares she might want. She left a trail of distraction behind her, most immortals were capable of such, but there was something particularly magnetic about the woman, an almost insidious charm that would steal the senses of any around her. As she found herself in a scarf stall she shifted through several colors, all of them suited her quite well. A few mortals were staring intently, as if their eyes were glued to her entirely, annoying but not unexpected, she pulled a lovely deep rose-colored scarf out and placed it against her body, seeing if the color would work well for her.
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Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2024 2:52 pm
While Ralza continued her lackadaisical roaming, she noticed continued oddities amongst the others in the streets. Some groups, huddled together and whispering while casting glances down the road. A shopkeep who looked dazed as he seemed to stare mindlessly in the same direction. Ralza’s eyes narrowed. She took advantage of the shopkeep’s distraction and swiped most of the jewelry from his stand. She snickered to herself as she heard his “Wh- HEY!” after she had already made her escape. Ralza couldn’t be bothered about it. His fault for being distracted. She followed the upset in the crowd, finding the source. Or at least, what Ralza thought was the source, because she was immediately as distracted as everyone else. A woman, dressed in shawls, charms, and fishnets. A woman, who (at least to Ralza) was immediately recognizable as a fellow Kindred. However, she didn’t care about that. Not at the moment. She only came to her senses from staring when she heard one of the strings of beads she’d stolen clatter to the ground. Ralza snapped it up and tucked the items away, then approached the woman holding a scarf to her chest. Everything about her drew Ralza in. The dangles. The bangles! The gypsy style…. It was rather alike a Ravnos’. She had to wonder about this Kindred’s lineage. ANYWAY, she leaned on a wooden column next to Indra, tilting her head. “That color looks good. I’d take that one, if I were ya.”
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2024 10:28 am
Indra glanced at the woman and smirked as she spoke, "Mmm, I was thinking it would be worthwhile for my collection." here odd eyes flicked to the merchant, who nodded and added it to her tally. Then the tall kindred looked at the pretty little thing that had wandered in, one eye devilishly red like rubies dipped in fresh blood, the other reminiscent of exotic emeralds, and the fangs in her mouth sharp enough to rend the throat of anyone who annoyed her. Her style and lineage were unique, though she wasn't sure who her other papa's parents were, Papa Isha was the first of his line, well first of his vampire line. Her head tilted a little as she set down the scarf on the ever-growing pile of trifles she was acquiring. She observed the magenta-drenched vampire curiously, then she bowed slowly, "Thank you for your input, though you have not given me your name, so I can hardly thank you properly." Her voice was sweet but held a certain tone that demanded obedience, unintentionally of course as she was still a younger kindred lacking complete control. She offered a hand, her bangles jangled quietly, letting one know they were there, but so unobtrusive that one could forget the number of golden pretties she wore effortlessly on her form.
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