Garbed in Darkness (Open)

[Morgana]

The vampire lady strangely enough had grown lonely and desired some entertainment. There were minimal amounts of humans around and as for the war, things had gotten rather quiet. Instead of being in the dungeon and torturing a victim or being on the hunt for a tasty child, she was travelling through the Oblivian forest and scouting for anything which could have caused the problem. Riding on her mount, an ebony mare known as Love. which was ironic because Morgana had no love for the mare. It was a beast who served her interests and as a mode of transport.
Emareld eyes scanned the trees, waiting for any view of enemies who would try to kill a lethal vampire, such as herself. Her lips were taught, showing concentration on her tasks and didn't seem to smile. Until she had caught sight of a child, a girl who was barely seven years old and the deadly smirk crossed her features. At Last! Prey! The child seemed to be oblivious to the present danger she was in, although this was fortunate for Morgana. Driving heels into the equine's flanks, causing the mare to whinny, half-rear before cantering before the child. It was almost too easy. The girl screamed in terror, before Love slammed into her and knocked the child out of the way. Reining the mare back around, before with cat-like grace dismounted from the mare and approached the bruised and bleeding child.
"Tsk tsk, don't you know it is unsafe to venture here? Vampires travel within these forests..." Her voice was sickly sweet, as her fangs were bared and the girl looked up to her in sheer terror. Grabbing the girl by the arm, before taking a daggger and cutting her skin. All whilest humming sweetly to herself. Shock for the girl had set it, who watched the vampire conduct her task. Though this was before Morgana had started rubbing salt into the wounds, literally, causing the girl to scream in pain. Before Morgana sank her fangs into the girl's neck and begun to feed. Gorging herself on the youthful blood.

[Lestat]

Riding through the shadows on my raven steed, Obsidian, I heard the distant, muffled sound of screaming...coming from a young girl. With much force, I pounded my heels into the barrel of Obsidian and the beast took up an impressive speed, venturing toward the sound. I slowed the equine as we ended close to where the noise was being emitted, and through my shadowed orbs I witnessed one of the Guerra feeding off of a child. Pathetic.

I screwed up my expression in sheer disguist, the Guerra vampiress did not even have the dignity to hunt a human of her own size. I tapped my heels into Obsidians flanks and the beast walked to where the Guerra was still feeding, unaware of my presence. I pulled the leather reins so that Obsidian stopped, and just glared at the vampiress, feeling the hate rising inside of me. With a deep voice and an icy tone, I finally spoke, after the silence became to overwhelming...

"I hope that you realise how pitiful you appear right at this moment...feeding on a mere child, it is disguisting. You Guerra vampires will never understand the concept of over-stepping the line of dignity...in which I believe you just did...well, in my eyes anyway."

[Morgana]

Flame haired lady had certainly heard the other approach, the horse made noise and there was no sound of a mortal approach, they were too noisy. Though why would this possibly effect her? Besides everyone knew the delicacy of draining the blood of a child. Finishing her meal, before emareld eyes opened and a tongue ran over full ruby lips. Morgana was one of the eldest vampires within the land, despite her rank of being kept predominately to the torture chamber to extract information. Still.. It was certainly interesting. Morgana's eyes told Lestat of her thoughts for him. A youth, a miserable youth who was willing to break an oath and flutter off with his sweetheart. Hearing his words and instead of filling her with anger, hurt and possible agitation. Left her with a feeling of complete amusement.

"Tsk Tsk, Lestat there is no need for vulgar words. I always thought Ventana would be incined to understand that the younger the more invigorating. Tis with only with wine and vampires that the liquid improves with age" She spoke in the same manner she would speak to a pet; not one she had affection for, but more one that was around and gave her amusement from time to time.

Taking out an old cross, one the one of modern times but the early ones used when Christianity was still considered to be a cult within the Roman Empire. Closing the child's eyes, before muttering the Last Rites over her body and seemed to be carrying out things, as if Lestat wasn't present at her side. Morgana was very strange; only certain things and at certain times Morgana observed respect for things. The little girl was Christian and was given the Last Rites, it would have been the same regardless of the faith.

[Lestat]

I narrowed my ebony eyes into thin, obsidian slots as I stared in disgust at the pretty little girl who lay infront of me, dead. I understood that children's blood was a delicacy to some, but I could never take a child. The small girl remained unmoving, appearing icy cold...her expression held her final fear. It saddened me to know that she had a whole life ahead of her, she seemed so innocent and sweet. The sight of the child, and Morgana's calm tone of voice only brewed my anger more, stirring all of the hateful emotions inside of me...though still I remained poised...I was not one to lash out in anger, and I knew too well that revenge is a dish best served cold...like Lilith's own heart...So, I played her game.

"It intrigues me that you will kill a small girl, yet give the child her Last Rites. I do not know whether to give you a speck of respect for that, or despise you more for it..."

My voice came out soft, melodic. My facade remaining interpretable. I admired my own ability to remain so mellow appearing, the only one who ever knew my true emotions was Audrina. I kept my focus directly on the enemy's face, knowing too well that the Guerra members could never be trusted. They were selfish, ruthless, brutal beings who had no heart. All they cared about was power, and being the one in possession of it...And all I cared about at that current time was making sure that their wishes were never fulfilled...

[Morgana]

Morgana still went about her business as if Lestat was not there to bother her. Soothing over the girl's hair, before tenderly closing the girl's fear widened eyes and seemed to be preparing her for burial. The Lord of the rival covern didn't bother Morgana, nothing seemed to really bother her and Lestat seemed to be subtely trying to provoke her to acts of foolishness. Finally hearing Lestat's words and smirked, shaking her head and chuckled softly.
"It means nothing to me whether you respect, disrespect, cherish or despise me Lestat" She near whispered, as if cooing and re-assuring a child before it was time for them to travel to the world of dreams. Of course Lestat had opened up a weakness, a vunerability for Morgana to unleash her powers and yes.. possibily defeat Lestat here and now. Although it would have been pointless, here.. in front of no-one and besides, Lilith wanted a few words with the Lord before he met his end. Not to mention Morgana's twisted sense of morality, to attack someone at this point in time would be rude and besides Lestat was proving to be interesting.

Whistling sharply to her horse, who returned to her side quickly and subconciously began to check over her supplies. Humming tunes, mysteries and songs from a variety of different eras. Before casting a look back towards Lestat, before inquiring softly and remembering her target assignment. Smiling softly, looking upwards towards him as she mounted the horse. "Tell me, Lestat my dear.. Did you come to be the defender of mortals? Or otherwise make a nuisance of yourself through other methods?" Always there was no anger in her voice, only calm and near sweet amusement.

[ravennaandrews]

Ravenna always liked wandering through Oblivion forest. It gave her moments of peace, of happiness. She was riding her gray stallion, which she named Death for some odd reason. She was hungry. But then again, she was almost always hungry. Her thirst drove her to edge of insanity sometimes.
She heard voices from afar. She didn't recognize them but never-the-less she made Death run fast there.
And there, she saw Morgana- one of her own, loyal to Lilith and her noble cause. On th other side there was Lestat- the traitor.
"Greetings, Morgana. And what do we have here? If it isn't Lord Lestat." she said icely, with sarcasm dripping from word Lord.

[Ariah]

Another being was going through the forest, only this one was walking and not riding. Her steps were silent, making less noise than even a cat. Voices came to her sensitive hearing and she could hear the detachment in them. She was planning on just going by until a third voice joined in as well. Ariah paused in her steps and then she changed her course to meet them. She knew Lestat was there; she had spoken with him on two other occasions and knew the patterns of his voice somewhat well.

She knew who the other two belong to on sight. They were both of Guerra and they both looked like they could do some damage. Then again, there were not many vampires that couldn’t do damage if any at all. Her movements were like liquid as she entered the small area and her eyes went from the dead child to Morgana, then to Lestat and finally to Ravenna. She nodded a small greeting to Lestat and then spoke directly to Ravenna, “Don’t you know it’s rude to join in on other people’s conversations without first being invited?” Her expression was cool, her blood red eyes impassionate, and her voice was warm ice. She really hadn’t wanted to fight today, and it may be avoided yet. But with two Ventana facing two Guerra, that possibility was looking rather slim and weak.

There was no doubt in her mind what started Lestat and Morgana’s conversation. It was rather obvious. Morgana had taken blood from a child and in doing so had killed the young girl. She herself tried not to kill her food; after all they may come in handy at a later date. A small unamused and rather cold smile appeared and she calmly waited.

[ravennaandrews]

"Not really" replied Ravenna in flat voice.
"Tell me, Lestat... Do we disgust you? Drinking all those tasty little children?" grinned Ravenna.
"You know if you tried it perhaps you would like it too... How can you judge if you never expirienced it?" she asked entertained.

[Lestat]

"One does not need to experience something to conclude whether they enjoy it or not. I may as well tell you to enjoy the sunshine, telling you it wont kill you as a vampire, stating that since you haven't tried it...how would you know? Seriously Guerra, you can try and taunt me with your little horror tales of drinking children all you wish...it shall do you no good. In fact, it makes me think of you as witches rather than vampires, which I'm sure would be an honour for the both of you, as neither of you make a decent excuse for a vampire, or a warrior."

I smiled coldly as I spoke, remaining poised and at ease with every word I spoke. I looked to Ariah, glad to have an ally nearby, and smiled sincerely at her presence. Returning my gaze to the enemy I removed the smirk from my face, as my expression turned as gray as an overcast day. My pools of ebony turned hollow and unreadable, as I glared at the two savages and continued to have my say.

"And Morgana, I do not see myself as the defender of mortals...I see myself simply as the defender of what is humane and acceptable, preventing purely insane, beastly acts such as this one from happening again."