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Marianne Seyorio

Marianne Dimitri Alexander Seyorio
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Centuries pass so slowly in a tomb, especially when one is not truly dead but simply asleep, trapped in this inanimate state unable to move, breath, or even think. There are no dreams in death, the aestivated sleep of vampires deprived of blood to the point that they cannot move and essentially die but remain... Dormant... They await blood to wake them up and heal their desiccated flesh.

It was actually treasure hunters that discovered her ancient tomb and opened her sarcophagus, but when it was discovered that there was no treasure except the ring she wore on her finger a fight broke out between the men... A fatal mistake was made, a punch sent blood and broken teeth over the desiccated corpse, where the blood landed it was absorbed into the skin... And that was enough to awaken the ancient vampire.
She arose from her sarcophagus and attacked the now frightened men, one by one hunting them down and draining every drop of blood from their body.
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Full up from her meal she emerged from her tomb, still blood drunk and mad with hunger, the blood she consumed only making her appear as some decrepit and aged cannibal. She hunted through the night, ignoring the blood of animals to find the succulent ambrosia of human blood.
Finding and completely draining three villages of people still didn't sate her hunger, but it was slightly more manageable now and her youth had begun to return to her flesh.

From then on she was more careful biding her time for the hunt, trapping and seducing mortals from the road to feed her until she could find a proper feeding ground to establish herself.
During the day she hid in caves and under trees from the deadly rays of the sun, during the night she hunted, stalked campsites of traveling bands, slaughtering bandits or gangs of goblins.

Eventually she found her way across the continent to the magnificent city of Oban.
By this time she was properly clothed and in her right mind, though still not even close to her full strength.
She was able to persuade and seduce her way into the city, and then found herself a nice noble that fell easily under her spell. She lived with him and he provided for her needs in secret while also giving her a new cover story. They became the new unexpected couple in the noble circles of Oban and did very well for themselves together. She used her experience of nobility to make her new consort very successful and powerful, and herself by extension.

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Marianne now navigates the political landscape of Oban, one by one trapping people of power and making them obedient to her all the while seeming a regular and submissive Oban woman.
Blood was never out of reach for her with all the men of influence she got in her pocket and she recovered her full strength quickly.
She now wandered the streets of the upper district, escorted by a couple maids and a footman with her latest noble conquest leading her by the arm. She loved these nighttime walks, to see the stars and smell all the blood of humanity al around her. This city was a pen full of sheep, they were never prepared for the wolf to come in and live among them.
 
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Underneath the influence of the master puppeteer, he worked.

He awoke as if from a haze, having worked for many hours prior to that moment. He was sitting in one of Oban's forges sweat trickling down his well chiseled form. His eyes open at that point, he allowed himself breaks only when he was done working for many hours. Oban's guard folks needed blades sharpened and armour repaired. As he sat there for a moment, he decided it was time to go home. The former slave knew when it was time to go home after a few days of repairing said blades and armour.

He feels the heat of the forge, not quite his yet....but one day would be.

He says fond farewell to the fellow apprentices. After, it's night after all, he gets out of the forge and decides to go back home. It's a chilly night and he tightens his coat around himself as he walks. He had exotic markings on his body, that marked him as once a slave. He was a Drow folk, daft fellows from the underrealm proper itself. He'd escaped a life of servitude by making his way to the surface world and putting his blacksmith hammer to good use.

The sisterhood would never have allowed him much upward advancement anyway.

As he walks, relatively near to Marianne's position. Relatively, speaking....he considers his situation and walks over towards his house, his bootfalls were quiet. He places his hands in his pockets and walks in an almost absent minded way. He knew Oban had dangers, but he was safer there than the underrealm....
 
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(Looks good to me!)

They wandered the streets, the sun was a long way off, the sky was clear and the stars were out, they were in no sort of hurry.
Marianne didn't hunt for blood in Oban, the blood came to her. Her various consorts and her pretend husband provided everything she needed, thralls to slake her thirst and even storing the blood for her future use.
Oban was known for its wine, and part of this reputation came the advanced ways of storing and keeping things fresh, they used these same methods for storing and keeping blood for her.

The night brought a chill from the harbor, but Marianne didn't feel cold, the touch of her hand on the arm of her escort chilled him far more than the sea breeze ever could, but he was used to it and even relished it.
She was dressed well for a walk along the streets, a long form fitting black dress open at the back all the way down to her hips, but this was a wealthier part of town and from time to time she could hear the whistling and the wings of the griffon riders patrolling from above. They couldn't be safer.

Even though she was expected to play a lesser role as a woman in this country, she was content to run her growing little empire from the shadows.

As they made their way down the darkened streets they turned a corner and she spotted the Drow making his way in a similar direction.
She glanced him up and down as he walked by and she liked what he saw. Drow back in her time were hated, enemies of the overworld and often waged war against those above ground, some ranked them as monsters aligned with goblins and orcs and the like. it seems many things were different now, because even orcs had some level of acceptance in Oban.
She leaned in close to her consort/husband and whispered in his ear. "Head on back home now, I promise I wont be long."
He nodded and he and the maids turned around while Marianne walked forward alone. She seemed to melt into the shadows before appearing in a doorway along his path. With a sharp tap from her heels she stepped out of the shadows and approached him with a seductive sway in her walk.
"Good evening, sir. Would you escort a lady home?"
 
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Lost in his memories for a brief moment he blinks.

It was not uncommon for a woman of the court to initiate such encounters and he felt flattered for a moment or two. He looks at the agreeable lady for a moment or two. Then he considers the proposal, his dark blue skin was decorated with the markings of his people. In his particular case, he was a former slave. He looks at her with his grey coloured eyes and narrowed them briefly.

The question lingered for a moment or two in the air in between them.

After a few moments he respond. He'd been lost in thought. "Forgive me lady, where are my manners?" He begins. "Been a long few weeks of work, I been a little on edge. Of course I would escort the lady home." He had a cheerful demeanor about himself, he'd behaved entirely opposite how Drow monsters of old used to behave once upon a time.

He was just a man trying to find his own way in the midst of it all.

Again there was that thought....the lady looked quite agreeable. He wondered where the night's adventures would take him....
 
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"Forgive me lady, where are my manners?" He begins. "Been a long few weeks of work, I been a little on edge. Of course I would escort the lady home."
She smiled as she stepped up beside him and laced her arm around his. She was already a tall woman at around six foot one, and with her heals she was even taller. But she seemed so light and fragile at the touch that it seemed no surprise that she needed an escort.
It was a rouse, but her prey needn't know that till it's too late.
"Thank you so much, sir. One can never be too careful at this hour with thieves and kidnappers hiding in the shadows!"
She clung to his arm and started giving him instructions, leading him in the opposite direction of his home.

They walked the streets from one street light to the next. Marianne was still tracking whenever a griffon rider passed overhead.
"If you don't mind me asking, what's your name? What do you do for a living?"
 
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Drethok let her guide him where she needed to go. His mind was focused on the revealed bare flesh her dress did show...that was something. Her height was also pretty impressive. She was just a little taller than he was. As before, the question lingered in the air between them, promises like honey that yet lingered between them.

Drethok nods. "I am called Drethok of House Xellok. I'm a blacksmith, apprentice you see. But I hope to be master of my own forge someday." He tells the lovely lady. Already his mind was buzzing from her closeness, the closeness of her scent. He smiles at her. "If the lady needs protection, it would be my honour to help guard the lady." He says with a small smile. His smoky grey eyes observe her, there was a fierce intellect in those eyes.

He also clung back to her....it had been sometime since he'd been close to a woman before. Back in The Underrealm there had been women, but they were masters and not companions in the truest sense of the word. The harshness of the whip, the beatings. His eyes frown for a moment but he guards his thoughts closely at that point. He didn't want to put his troubles on someone else like that, unless questions were asked of him. He holds her arm close....
 
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"I am called Drethok of House Xellok. I'm a blacksmith, apprentice you see. But I hope to be master of my own forge someday." He tells the lovely lady. Already his mind was buzzing from her closeness, the closeness of her scent. He smiles at her. "If the lady needs protection, it would be my honour to help guard the lady." He says with a small smile.
Hmmmm... A blacksmith... Her consorts had money to buy for her whatever she needed, but buying weapons had their risks, it left a trail that could eventually be traced back to her... But having her own blacksmith in thrall? It seemed she won't be drinking this one dry after all.
"Well met, Drethok. I am Marianne."
She didn't go into her longer official titles, such things mattered little.
"I'm sure your skills as a blacksmith are better than anyone gives you credit for... You'll be master of your own forge before you know it!"

She could feel his eyes on her in the dark, how he held her touch intimately. She waited for the wings to pass overhead before she smiled at him and coaxed him into an alleyway, in the shadows away from the vigil of the griffon patrol.
She slowed her pace to a more leisurely stroll as she leaned closer to him. Aside from the ambrosia that courses through his veins he was a physically imposing and desirable man.
"You know... I'm not truly out here lost or frightened." She confessed while she walked, her heels clicking against the cobblestones.
"You see, my husband is a wealthy man but he can't satisfy all of my... Needs..."
She stopped and turned to face him, her hands tracing along his biceps up to his shoulder, without her heels he would certainly be taller than her.
"But you... I think you could fulfill me."
She made it sound like it was the flesh she desired, but his skills as a blacksmith was what she truly was after, but she enjoyed the art of seduction.
The man she spoke of wasn't even really her husband, simply a noble that agreed under her mesmerization to play the part.

She would mesmerize Drethok soon, and then she'll taste his blood and make him her thrall.
 
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Most normal men...when presented with such an interesting situation would throw themselves at the lovely woman.

Drethok was not most normal men. Flashbacks from when he was tortured horribly in the underrealm haunt his mind for a moment or two. Opportune flash backs. That would make the fear and tension sweeter. He looks at her calmly. There had been women in that life, but the situations had all been horribly abusive and so that's what caused the temporary flash backs.

He blinks for a moment or two. He'd found himself in an admittedly strange situation where a woman wanted someone...like him. Back then, in the underrealm he'd been a lowly slave. He looks at her calmly, he nods in response. He knew desire and lust, but had been on the wrong end of it. The opposite end of the spectrum where lust often ended with the lash of the whip, the bludgeon of a beating utensil, or some other form of torture. Drethok observes her. He knew lust....

"I agree." He quietly tells her, the powerful heart that beats in his chest was pumping heat through his hot body at that point. He looks at her calmly. "If the lady does not prefer, we could go to my house unless here is just a good a bed as any?" He says slyly.
 
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"I agree." He quietly tells her, the powerful heart that beats in his chest was pumping heat through his hot body at that point. He looks at her calmly. "If the lady does not prefer, we could go to my house unless here is just a good a bed as any?" He says slyly.
She sighed in what might appear to be relief, and maybe it was to some degree.
"Ahhh, my dear... A bed will be the least of our worries..." She moved herself against him, placing his arms around her slight frame and on the exposed skin of her back, in the thin ray of moonlight shining between the buildings of the alleyway and the starlight shining from above he could see her face...

... And her eyes...

Her eyes appeared normal at first as she moved her face close to his, but they would subtly begin to change... The whites of her eyes vanished being replaced with black sclera, her irises turned into a glowing blood red with a burning golden core that seemed to hold his gaze... So long as they maintained eye contact she held him in a mesmerized and suggestive state...

In the moonlight her pale skin seemed to grow ever more pale, almost having a deathly cast like a recently deceased corpse prepared for her funeral by a master undertaker.
"Have no fear... I will not harm you my dear... Simply be with me, be mine, cherish me and love me... serve me and have your deepest desires finally granted..."
Her words sounded not only in his ears but his mind, her hypnotic stare driving her suggestions deep into his mind.
 

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He looks into her eyes fiercely...he was no fool.

He knew deep down she was likely something more than the situation called for itself. However, because of his past beatings and horrendous torture, he just wanted someone to respect him as well. This woman seemed like she would be it...he nods at her command.

He was completely locked into her hypnosis effect, all though, parts of him attempted to resist by instinctively showing him mental flashbacks of the beatings and torture. He submits to her desire and stronger will, he had no normal defenses against such types of power anyway.

He looks at her and a moment or two later simply relaxes in her embrace. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen especially the way the moonlight seemed to reflect her pale skin. The nearly supernatural qualities augmented the moment and he moves to kiss her...."I'm yours..." He says to her quietly.