ROLEPLAY HQ - thicker-than-water

Obedience. The was the assumption by which all human beings were expected to treat their superiors with. Sol saw human beings as insufferable pests. Insufferable pests that had nearly ruined an entire planet and would have if they hadn't of been stopped. Insufferable pests that even forced the entirety of vampiric society to break a pact so large that it would change the shape of the world. Of course, it changed the shape of their world the most, after all, they faced the most dramatic status loss that they would ever know. Human beings. Worse than most creatures in her eyes, Sol saw them as pests that truly had to be terminated from the earth or entirely forced into subordination. Of course, that was what they had done, forced them into subordination. Yet now and then they still voice their wretched opinions. Did they not recognize that their opinions nearly broke an entire ecosystem and left many animals without habitats to the point that they died off in entirety? Perhaps they should not voice their opinions should they not be able to come to a consensus. In the centuries that the vampiric society had been watching over them, not once had the human race once find a way to quit their pointless squabbling. A deep breath pushed in through her lips as she looked down at the young woman on her knees. She was pitiful. Tears wobbling down her cheeks as she clutched at a child within her arms. A sneer curled along her lips as she stared down in disgust, "You didn't register it?" "M-Miss I-- I didn't mean to! I wasn't aware--" Her voice wobbled feebly as she clutched at the infant who seemed to be asleep, somehow ignorant to the wails of it's mother. "I just--" "That is not what I asked. I asked if you register the child. Not if you meant to have the child." Her voice was cool and focused, uncaring. Entirely unsympathetic to the situation that the woman was in. She was of the class optimum but that certainly did not mean that the child would be as well. T

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here was well a chance that the child could be of Medietas and no higher. "I--" Silence. The woman's sobs were the only sound that could be heard, her body curling as she fretted over the little helpless being within her arms. Sol did not understand why they brought them into the world if they did not want to face that they would be forcing that child to endure such torture. If she was in this situation, she would entirely stop procreating. Of course, vampires didn't procreate in the way that human beings did often. They much preferred to bite those who were worthy of joining vampiric society, after all, bringing one in through natural birth meant being entirely unable to judge their worth. "I didn't know what to do... He-- He took advantage of me..." A sigh pushed through her lips as she knelt down to the pitiful woman, wiping away her tears. "Is that what happened... Oh dear." She paused, eyes seemingly softening. "It certainly is a pity that your kind treats one another so poorly, is it not?" She questioned, her tone cold once more. "I'm sure the little one in your arms will face far worse. You did wonderfully to bring it into the world." She teased cruelly, pulling the baby from the woman's arms before leaning her lips towards it's fat little arm and smiling before biting into it. Upon biting into it, the baby promptly began to wail in pain. It squirmed in it's swaddle and cried out, painfully dreadful cries so loud that they made Sol want to bind it's mouth shut. She sneered and pulled her lips from it, "Medietas for now... though... I am sure it's quality will decrease if you allow it to become any porkier than this. Register it. And do not return. I have no need for a blood bag that keeps such secrets from me." The woman shuddered and took the child back, her face twisted in disgust and fear. Sol returned the sentiment without hesitation. After all, she had no such respect for their kind and didn't plan on starting.

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Another deep sigh pressed through her lips as she took a seat on the couch, her gaze shifting out the window. Days like this were entirely too tiring. Furthermore she now would have to report to the praecepta to request a new human become hers. After all, Sol preferred to keep only one human around it so she could properly train it. That was her reputation. Sol Beijou, a vampire with pale features as cold as her personality. Well known for refusing blood bags unless they were the highest of quality. She sank into the couch with a sigh and let her gaze lift towards the ceiling, snapping twice without hesitation. Out of no where, a young vampire appeared, her eyes eager to please as she addressed Sol, "Mistress! Is everything alright? You look dreadfully pale." "I already told you not to call me Mistress, Mina. Sol. Call me by my name, Sol." She yawned, her neck cracking as she leaned her head to the side. "Would you please let the praecepta know that I will need a new one by tonight... It is urgent... I haven't had a single sip today and I am quenched..." The young vampire nodded, her eyes lighting up, "Of course, Mistre-- Sol." She smiled and curtsied before running off into the mansion without hesitation. Mina was a young vampire who Sol had recently turned. She had proved herself worthy in Sol's terms and had been making a smooth transition into vampiric society by Sol's terms. Of course, she required a detailed eye on her but she was doing quite well in Sol's opinion and she would continue to be watched for any mistakes that needed to be readjusted. It was several hours later when Sol heard a knock on the door. She yawned and sat up from her rest, her hair slightly messed from having laid down for so long. She paused and looked towards the door with a frown, "I presume you're the new blood bag? " She questioned as the door began to open, looking towards expectantly. Hopefully they were of a decent quality.

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@GoobyDistancedRavo

Slowly, as the doors creaked open... It reveals a man of tall posture in front of her, a dark haired man who had his hands stuffed into pockets as he stood right outside her doorstep. He had his head turned to the side as he was admiring the view outside before he turned back to face her with a somewhat... Indifferent expression on his face, as his eyes immediately focused on her. "... In the blood it seems..."" He took his hand out of his pocket as he raised it up and gave her a slight wave, smiling at her halfheartedly, yet keeping a decent smile as he looked at her, looking either up at her or down at her depending on her height... Breathing slowly yet regularly as he took one deep breath... Keeping his eyes closed as he mentally prepared himself before taking one step further into his new master's unhumble yet luxurous abode... It made him smile a nice and faint smile. "... Mind if I come in?, Can't really get used like a blood bag if I'm out... In this cold." He babbled out, despite his claims, he looked awfully cozy in his clothes, wearing a with charcoal-ish black sweater paired with some slightly oversized leggings that comforted his lower body, and last but not least a pair of simple sneakers. With how he looked, acted and even smelt... He was definitely of quality. He did have a weird look to him, unfortunately. As if he was used at an inconsistent yet somewhat rapid schedule, but other than that, he was proper. Just needed some proper timing.

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There was a bad taste in her mouth. She wished it would go away. She was sure it was that of the Medietas. After all, it had been ages since she had drank from one of such low quality, their blood leaving a distinct aftertaste of iron that she certainly couldn't wash away with water. She was sure that she would need that of a higher quality blood bag should she wish to get rid of it. It surely was a shame that it's mother had thrown away her shot like that. Her blood hadn't been entirely bad. She had tasted better but the woman had a particular taste to her that Sol had grown ever so slightly fond of. A sigh escaped her lips as she watched the door creak open to reveal a tall man with dark hair and tired eyes. He looked exhausted. Or was it indifference? Sol wasn't entirely sure. She had never been the most empathetic towards their kind and often struggled to read the differences between such things. Despite such, he seemed to be in decent shape. That was a given. She wouldn't allow the praecepta to present her with one who was entirely inadequate of her. She hated those who left their unwanted blood bags entirely starved so that they had not an ounce of meat on their bodies. Skinny and unfed blood bags had a distinct taste. She believed they were to taste better when well fed. Despite her reputation, the young woman in front of him seemed rather petite, her frame almost looking delicate were you not aware of her being a vampire. In height she only measured about 5'4 perhaps, though it was hard to tell without being closer to her. Her paleness seemed fitting, as if she was meant to be pale from birth. A lack of color so drastic that it seemed she could fade into the background should she want to. It seemed she didn't want to. The look in her eyes said that much. Hearing him speak, Sol frowned and motioned to come in, "I suppose." She noted, "Though I'm sure there are plenty who liked their blood chilled, I am not of the sort." She chuckled to herself befor

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e walking over towards him, each step slow and calculated as she took him in. She wasn't used to being spoken to with such a tone. She was sure he had been disliked by many. It seemed he hadn't been trained properly either. He still had a confidence that had to be broken. She was sure that she would manage. After all, there weren't many that were able to remain strong in her presence. "Take your shoes off." She instructed before walking right up to him and looking him up and down, "And what do they call you?" She asked, raising an eyebrow as she wondered how quality he was in reality. @GoobyDistancedRavo

He wiped the smile off his face as he was let in. He was confident and brave sure... But he wasn't cocky nor an idiot. He only stepped as close as he could before she started to walk towards him as he slowly put his hands to his side and lowered his head. Just by looking at her he could tell it won't be easy to directly stare her in the face or get to her level with his height. (6'1), so he kept his head lowered just in case. He sighed... As he slowly got down on one of his knees, to show SOME sort of etiquette instead of using his heels to take of his shoes. So he got on one knee, grabbing his right shoe and pulling it off his feet, yet he didn't take off the sock of that foot. He switched knees and took off his left shoe, yet he didn't take off the sock of that foot. As he then stood up, she could tell by the way he kept his socks on that he was attentive to detail, and moreso could be some sort of neat freak, or someone that follows directions to a T. He then stood, yet again he stood before her as his lips slowly parted to talk. "... My mother called me Raphael... Yet I'm called Ravo." He didn't look to his right, he didn't look to his left, he kept his head lowered at a certain degree where he could still remain an eyeful of her and her face, but in a way where he didn't have his head up too much. He could remember the last time he was in front of a female Vampire... Oh how abused he was. All the times he was suddenly grabbed and bitten, all the times he was woken up in the middle of the morning just for one sip of blood. He was sure he would rot before he could even last a year against her... But then, his incident happened. He started to lower in quality at that time and oh how quickly he was thrown away and handed over to a more... "humble" Vampire, where he managed to get back on his feet and retain the beauty and quality of his blood.

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He took another breath, as he slightly raised his head and looked at her. "... I assume you're Sol Beijou?... I mean this in no disrespect yet... you don't look as "monstrous", "destructive" and "abusive" as all other Optimums described you... I managed to catch a few rumors on my way... Are you that great... "Mistress"...?"

@꒰ scarlet shae ꒱ ༉‧₊˚