Sakito Oonishi
Fleet of foot
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(6/5/06 5:00 am)
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A trap of two parts
The evening started innocently enough; a quick meeting, a social with our dear Lord Cleo, and an evening of frivolity at Ford’s Theater. Well, perhaps frivolity is a poor choice of words. There was a Toreador ambush of sorts awaiting me behind those fine oaken doors. My kind do adore surprises. Is anything, it serves as a pleasant distraction for their rudderless unlives.
After all, what better to remove ones own demons then to mock that of another’s?
But I am getting ahead of myself and far from the point. I had spent the previous evening at a local establishment (which I have found are now called “nightclubs,” though after some 350 years of unlife has passed by me the same was far to redundant for me to repeat) by the name of Sanctuary, which was either a rather spectacular Masquerade breach or the slightly worse offense being terribly austere.
Either way, this is where Lady Cleo asked me to join her and so I shall, snobbery be dammed. I was immediately delighted for the decision.
I have very few proper words for the licentious decadence that stretched out before me. While the outside of this…establishment…closely resembled a rather stoic, late-revival gothic church, the inside of it may have well resided on another world.
I has seen these “eclectic lights” before when Feng first opened my eyes to my kingdom, but nothing could have prepared me for the exotic chaos of a thousand of them spiriting together is wild patterns, and equally stunning colors, which by all natural sense were impossible.
The edge of the bar felt cool and damp beneath my hands as they clutched the bar edge for support. I was not even aware I had lost my balance; even now, I cannot recall the last time I had done such.
I steadied myself and let my eyelids fall, slowing my breath and stilling my heart as I pealed away one layer of senses after another. The pounding, tribal drumbeats pealed away, leaving only a slight, numbing roar as I allowed myself to fall deeper and deeper into a state of peace. I shrouded my mind in darkness and brought up from that inky nothingness a single, emerald petal which unfurled into a perfect rose. When I had counted each and every petal and was satisfied with my answer (it was always 31), I opened my eyes and spoke just five words.
“I am joining them, Feng.” And I pressed through the surge of raw, undulating flesh before me.
Never before had I seen such a stunningly sinful display. I suspect that Samal himself would blush. In great throngs they roamed the wide expanse before me; young bodies, supple and electric, meagerly-clad and thrusting against one another with the heat and passion of a thousand brothels. I was rapt.
And the trance did not diminish. Instead it rose within me like a boiling cauldron, and I soon found myself moving among them, my eyes tracing every inch of their sweat-drenched bodies and my muscles learning as I went. Before long, a circle had formed around me as the mortals gaped at my sublime grace. It seems I was not the only soul here that could be seized by splendor.
My heart wept for them as I danced. Each one…so young, so fertile, so lustful, and so very alive. I could feel their gaze upon me as elicit, unspeakable whispers pored forth from their thought. They wished to touch my flesh and, at that moment, they could have had me. Every single one of them.
And then the spell was broken. Cleo motioned to me from the entrance and I pursued, though my disinclination was surely plain enough to all who could see me. She spoke briefly of plans and meetings, but my mind lingered on the spectacle for some time and the only other memory I have was of a charming young lad by the name Dane. He was my sister’s childe, and while he had her guile, he retains little of her sophistication. Perhaps with age, then.
My path seems forever entwined to Mistress Cleo’s as of late, and once again I have found myself in her…revitalizing company. We had earlier plans to and enter Ford’s Theater triumphant, a plan that seemed ever wiser when I found my Sire to know nothing about the gallery opening.
Feng was quick with the details, and produced yet another stream of wonders from panels of liquid light which were able to transfer any image displayed to paper in mere seconds. In this case, the image in question was a perfectly modeled, three dimensional layout of Ford’s Theater and a handful of buildings that stood around it.
I am still but an infant in this modern world, it seems.
Again by Mistress Cleo’s side, and joined in quick succession by Pierce, I found myself whisked an hour north into the bordering territory state of Maryland. The Prince informed us of a rather grievous wound to the Masquerade in the bland, two-story construct behind him, and then we hatched a quick plan.
I set about positioning myself on the structures roof why Lade Cleo and her…girls, as she called them, took a more direct approach from the front. As I slipped into the building and positioned myself in the rafters, the front door shook as if struck by a great blow. Only a handful of those who were present noticed, though…they were too busy trying to slaughter one another.
More to come…
Edited by: Sakito Oonishi at: 6/5/06 5:00 am
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