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Post by Miss.Perfection on May 30, 2006 14:29:50 GMT -5
Vivana's Lair
- {Location} Atop a huge hill, just south of a large city called Lessina. The city of Lessina is located 1000 miles off the North coast of the Lessina Sea, making Vivana's home one of the most beautiful in the area. Her home faces the sea.
Rooms:
- {Vivana's bedroom} A huge, circular room, at the top of the north tower of her home. Black-violet velvet curtains keep all the sunlight from the room. Her huge four post (poster?) bed has a canopy attop it, the same colour as the curtains. The gothic-style dresser and vanity table match the bed and every other piece of furniture in the house. Her bed has been made with sheets of the same colour as the curtains, and the rug is blood red. There are no mirrors in her room, for she has no reflection.
- {Ballroom} A huge room with a dancefloor made of marble tiles with a high ceiling. The doors to the balcony face west, and the doors leading to the rest of the house are on the east side of the room. Towards the north, a bar with a marble counter top, and numerous glasses stand. The shelves and cupboards are stocked with any kind of alcohol you could ever possibly want.
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Post by Miss.Perfection on May 30, 2006 14:34:06 GMT -5
Vivana strolled casually around the darkened dance floor, to which she was partial. This is where it had happened. Her transformation had taken place in this very room. She hovered over a certain spot where the tiles were stained with blood from long ago. She swooped down and ran her fingers along the stain. This is the exact spot she had been lain for her transformation. Right here. It was long ago now, and in her distant past, but she remembered it well. Clear pictures flooded her mind, memories of severe pain and shrill screams. The transformation itself had been painful and bloody, but the rest of her life since hadn't been nearly as agonizing. Now she was the hunter, and the world was her hunted. Noone told her what to do, or when to do it, lest they suffer her wrath.
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