Black Heart ~Allenia~

[Gemstone]

Merlot stood with a blank expression as her lashes fluttered between heavy breaths. She'd lost it again, and blood smeared fingers tapered across her face in disbelief. She felt so good but so dirty in the afterglow of her carnal delight. Empty eyes peering back at her in contempt made her feel awash with shame. She'd become the very monster that murdered her friends so many years ago.

The vampire was perplexed from psychological bewilderment. There were just so many tangible emotions flooding her senses that it became a tangled and intangible mess of scrambled thoughts and emotion. But every subconscious cord woven in the tapestry could be felt and relived as the live wires were touched upon.

She wanted to set sail far from here, past the horizon where nobody could see her so she could break down and let it out as the pictures in her mind awoke and began to breath. A decadent narcissist on the outside just a mask for a scared girl uncertain of her future.

Once lively steps now shallow, as the clatter on the floor felt like judgement and mochery.*It ate away at what was left of her heart as she tried desperately to cling on composure as she did the ruffles of her dress for shallow comfort as scarlet smudged and smeared across the silk.

Blond hair with quaint locks and curls was enough to cascade veils of shadow to obstruct the features of her face as her hands tightened around the handles of her steel swords.

She was wandering aimlessly towards the citadel.

[Allennia]

Allennia Isould walked along the boulevard leading to the Citadel. A white horse trotted behind her. Though the daughter of Lord Isould, Lord of House Isould, was far from an unattractive women, the horse drew all the attention. For the better part of two miles of Radasanth streets bystanders stopped to pat the horses mane, offer her carrots and apples (she took only the carrots), and admire her with a torrent of praise. By the time they reached the steps, Allennia was in quite the sour mood.

“Remember who the squire is, Nayeli,” she said bitterly. She turned, rested her hands on her hips, and stared.

“You, sister. But,” the horse whinnied, “it is you that made me such a beautiful horse.”

The knight sighed. Conceding the point, and letting her jealousy slide, for now, she approached her sister. She patted her mane affectionately, and then began tugging instinctively at the straps that secured her arms and armour to the saddle. As strong as she was beautiful, Nayeli stood patiently as her heavy load finally lifted.

“Shall I wait, milady?”

“I’m not consigning you to the stables. Not here.” Allennia scrunched up her face in disgust. They had stayed the night upon their arrival and regretted it. Even Jadet had nicer holdings. “Enjoy the sunshine. Eat some carrots.” There was a loud thud as a great sword dropped to the flagstones. “Enjoy well-earned rest.”

Nayeli watched the approaching crowd with horse-like glee and a tail whip.

“With pleasure, your grace!”