Age at Death: 21
Born in 1160 in the Kingdom of Jerusalem, I was a slave to a merchant and caught in the cross fire during the Crusade. I nearly died, but an mysterious stranger saved me by giving me the Dark Gift. I had traveled throughout Europe since than. Currently reside in London as a modiste.
Avicus' fledgling.
(NSFW. This is an independent rp account, I am not Nijah, nor Alexandra Daddario)
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Good Bye Nijah [Nijah/Countess]
The Countess would not burden herself with such thoughts for the rest of the evening. She would need to close the rest of the affairs of The Marquis and move forward with her life. “If he should go in the ways of disappearing in the manner of The Marquis, I shall move forward. A female does not linger upon a man who does not linger in her company as well.”
“It is only fair,” She nodded, finally slowly got up to her feet: “I must say I have trespass your welcome a little too long, Countess. It is time for me to go and perhaps visit the Count.”
“Until another time, Nijah. Take care of your form,” she stated, as the servant opened the door for Nijah to exit.
“Farewell, Countess.” She curtsied and followed the servant out of the room, then the house.
Good Bye Nijah [Nijah/Countess]
“If you know of his whereabouts, inform me as well,” she mused, for there was irritation within her eyes. If he continued on this path f removing himself from company and to explore with no thought of informing her, there would be serious consequences. “If he is in a ditch, I would be aware, but he has not passed from this world.”
“I shall if I see him around.” She promised. Remembering his jealous rage when he saw the Count’s picture in her room when she forgot to close the door. If he had cared for them that deeply, it would be rather harsh not letting both the Countess or the Count to know his whereabouts: “I am certain he’s still alive, too. For we would have sensed it from his thoughts.”
The Countess would not burden herself with such thoughts for the rest of the evening. She would need to close the rest of the affairs of The Marquis and move forward with her life. “If he should go in the ways of disappearing in the manner of The Marquis, I shall move forward. A female does not linger upon a man who does not linger in her company as well.”
“It is only fair,” She nodded, finally slowly got up to her feet: “I must say I have trespass your welcome a little too long, Countess. It is time for me to go and perhaps visit the Count.”
Good Bye Nijah [Nijah/Countess]
“Those things usually comes when one was unexpected. I believe the same can go to you and Jamie, non? Krull had sworn he would not sprun me, so I guess only time can tell.” She nodded to her ladyship: “Indeed? Then perhaps it is time for me to pay him a visit, bidding my farewell.”
The Countess found it more amusing for the mention of Jamie. He was more than a month and a week traveling. Her eyes flickered towards the missing photographs of him. She placed them within another chamber, finding it unnecessary to hold photographs of a man who would not send a message of his whereabouts. “Yes, yet, he was determined man who would not let up.”
“Jamie, you mean?” She frowned a little at the hint of sadness flickered past the Countess flawless face: “I have not seen him of late, may I asked how he had been? The last time I saw him, he just recovered from his hips injuries.”
“If you know of his whereabouts, inform me as well,” she mused, for there was irritation within her eyes. If he continued on this path f removing himself from company and to explore with no thought of informing her, there would be serious consequences. “If he is in a ditch, I would be aware, but he has not passed from this world.”
“I shall if I see him around.” She promised. Remembering his jealous rage when he saw the Count’s picture in her room when she forgot to close the door. If he had cared for them that deeply, it would be rather harsh not letting both the Countess or the Count to know his whereabouts: “I am certain he’s still alive, too. For we would have sensed it from his thoughts.”
Good Bye Nijah [Nijah/Countess]
“Those things usually comes when one was unexpected. I believe the same can go to you and Jamie, non? Krull had sworn he would not sprun me, so I guess only time can tell.” She nodded to her ladyship: “Indeed? Then perhaps it is time for me to pay him a visit, bidding my farewell.”
The Countess found it more amusing for the mention of Jamie. He was more than a month and a week traveling. Her eyes flickered towards the missing photographs of him. She placed them within another chamber, finding it unnecessary to hold photographs of a man who would not send a message of his whereabouts. “Yes, yet, he was determined man who would not let up.”
“Jamie, you mean?” She frowned a little at the hint of sadness flickered past the Countess flawless face: “I have not seen him of late, may I asked how he had been? The last time I saw him, he just recovered from his hips injuries.”
Good Bye Nijah [Nijah/Countess]
An orc? The Countess let her eyes waver over Nijah’s form, “Within the same month I made for you to see the therapist over your obsession with wanting a male at your side. Nevertheless, take care with him. We do not wish for history to repeat itself.” Her eyes motioned for a servant to bring forth a cup of blood wine.
“Let’s hope not,” She shook her head, chuckling some: “Not very pleasant and definitely not good for my mental health. Though I must say it was entirely unexpected.
“Yes, for you to find yet another male. Nevertheless, perhaps, he will not spurn you as the others have,” she mused, her eyes twinkling a bit more. “I believe Count shall be ready to be seen quite soon.”
“Those things usually comes when one was unexpected. I believe the same can go to you and Jamie, non? Krull had sworn he would not sprun me, so I guess only time can tell.” She nodded to her ladyship: “Indeed? Then perhaps it is time for me to pay him a visit, bidding my farewell.”
Good Bye Nijah [Nijah/Countess]
“It more than doubles my virgin consumption for if he should feed, it feeds me.” There was cohesiveness to their lives, for he would feed onto her and she would let him roam about the lands. “What of your never lover? How did you and he come to be, Nijah?”
“Krull?” Arching one of her brows slightly, a hint of small smile climbed upon the corner of her mouth: “He’s an orc king and coming from the same realm where Lady-llewellyn lives. Often came to London to do business for her, I met him about a months ago. Though he did not look anything like a orc at the time.”
An orc? The Countess let her eyes waver over Nijah’s form, “Within the same month I made for you to see the therapist over your obsession with wanting a male at your side. Nevertheless, take care with him. We do not wish for history to repeat itself.” Her eyes motioned for a servant to bring forth a cup of blood wine.
“Let’s hope not,” She shook her head, chuckling some: “Not very pleasant and definitely not good for my mental health. Though I must say it was entirely unexpected.
Good Bye Nijah [Nijah/Countess]
Verily, it would be an ending towards a long chapter if she should have her parting words with The Count. “I believe he may be returning towards his apartment within the next few hours. Best to wait for him for it all depends if he shall feed before he returns or bring forth a female to feed upon within his home.”
“Then I shall trespass the hostility of your household a little longer, Countess.” She smiled, cocking head to one side: “Better not intrude upon his feed. Not good for the digestive health, non?”
“It more than doubles my virgin consumption for if he should feed, it feeds me.” There was cohesiveness to their lives, for he would feed onto her and she would let him roam about the lands. “What of your never lover? How did you and he come to be, Nijah?”
“Krull?” Arching one of her brows slightly, a hint of small smile climbed upon the corner of her mouth: “He’s an orc king and coming from the same realm where Lady-llewellyn lives. Often came to London to do business for her, I met him about a months ago. Though he did not look anything like a orc at the time.”
Good Bye Nijah [Nijah/Countess]
“Surely, it would have been many months without of use,” she mused, as she inclined her head towards him. “Now, is there any other question you hold for me? I may have a few items sent towards your home before the end of the evening.”
“Non, I do not have any more question, Countess.” Replied Nijah with a small nod of her head: “I do not have many personal belongings with me. Therefore I hope it will not cause you too much trouble for delivering them to my house. I…I think this will be all, then. I will drop by to say my farewell to the Count on my way back.”
Verily, it would be an ending towards a long chapter if she should have her parting words with The Count. “I believe he may be returning towards his apartment within the next few hours. Best to wait for him for it all depends if he shall feed before he returns or bring forth a female to feed upon within his home.”
“Then I shall trespass the hostility of your household a little longer, Countess.” She smiled, cocking head to one side: “Better not intrude upon his feed. Not good for the digestive health, non?”
Good Bye Nijah [Nijah/Countess]
The Countess found little connection with Primrose for she often escaped herself when she finished with her duties. As for Dana, she may be a festering corpse beneath the Marquis’ bed even now. “If I should come upon them, I will inform them of your wishes to forge bonds.”
“Thank you, Countess.” She smiled: “You have been very kind to me. You and the Count both. I am sure without you my time here would have been rather different.”
“Surely, it would have been many months without of use,” she mused, as she inclined her head towards him. “Now, is there any other question you hold for me? I may have a few items sent towards your home before the end of the evening.”
“Non, I do not have any more question, Countess.” Replied Nijah with a small nod of her head: “I do not have many personal belongings with me. Therefore I hope it will not cause you too much trouble for delivering them to my house. I…I think this will be all, then. I will drop by to say my farewell to the Count on my way back.”
Good Bye Nijah [Nijah/Countess]
“Primrose has taken leave for the course of three months now I believe, yes, three months. I believe as soon as The Marquis took leave, she did as well believing if she lingered within the household, her mind would surely break.” The Countess would not feel shame in her abilities to remove torture from the human form. “Dana, I do not know, she may very well be beneath his bed, but no sign of her nor have the guards alerted me of her whereabouts.”
“I see,” She nodded her head thoughtfully: “I must say I had failed to forge bounds between those two, the only two other members that belong to the Marquis. Now I would never have a chance to do so. But I thank you to let me know what happened to them nonetheless.”
The Countess found little connection with Primrose for she often escaped herself when she finished with her duties. As for Dana, she may be a festering corpse beneath the Marquis’ bed even now. “If I should come upon them, I will inform them of your wishes to forge bonds.”
“Thank you, Countess.” She smiled: “You have been very kind to me. You and the Count both. I am sure without you my time here would have been rather different.”
Good Bye Nijah [Nijah/Countess]
There would forever placed between The Marquis and her a faithful camaraderie of the minds. Those who partook in the pleasure of torturing humans and bringing forth their screams as operatic music. “Yes, and when he shall return, perhaps, our reign shall continue as it once was; but for the moment, we must be diligent on how we proceed.”
Nijah nodded. Her gaze again lowered to her interclapped hands for a short few seconds: “What of Prim and Dana? What would happened to them? I must say I have not seen them for some time, and could not help myself but wonder.”
“Primrose has taken leave for the course of three months now I believe, yes, three months. I believe as soon as The Marquis took leave, she did as well believing if she lingered within the household, her mind would surely break.” The Countess would not feel shame in her abilities to remove torture from the human form. “Dana, I do not know, she may very well be beneath his bed, but no sign of her nor have the guards alerted me of her whereabouts.”
“I see,” She nodded her head thoughtfully: “I must say I had failed to forge bounds between those two, the only two other members that belong to the Marquis. Now I would never have a chance to do so. But I thank you to let me know what happened to them nonetheless.”
Good Bye Nijah [Nijah/Countess]
“I shall continue as I was when he was not about, Nijah. We were not committed to keep our bedchambers closed from the hands of others. Nay, we hungered for the blood of many,” she mused, her eyes roaming towards the photographs once more. “We hungered, but we were not in love with one another.”
“I understand, yet the unspoken bound between you two have been a unique one,” She smiled a little: “Or he would not trust you explicitly to handle his affair during his absence, non?”
There would forever placed between The Marquis and her a faithful camaraderie of the minds. Those who partook in the pleasure of torturing humans and bringing forth their screams as operatic music. “Yes, and when he shall return, perhaps, our reign shall continue as it once was; but for the moment, we must be diligent on how we proceed.”
Nijah nodded. Her gaze again lowered to her interclapped hands for a short few seconds: “What of Prim and Dana? What would happened to them? I must say I have not seen them for some time, and could not help myself but wonder.”
Good Bye Nijah [Nijah/Countess]
“Yes, for that I was eternal grateful that he had treated me such,” Nijah nodded: “For I had troubled him so much since our initial encounters all those months ago. Pray pass the message of my gratitude whenever you sent him the missive next. As fore you, what of you, Countess? What would happen to you now, if I may ask?”
“I shall continue as I was when he was not about, Nijah. We were not committed to keep our bedchambers closed from the hands of others. Nay, we hungered for the blood of many,” she mused, her eyes roaming towards the photographs once more. “We hungered, but we were not in love with one another.”
“I understand, yet the unspoken bound between you two have been a unique one,” She smiled a little: “Or he would not trust you explicitly to handle his affair during his absence, non?”
Good Bye Nijah [Nijah/Countess]
“The gifts his lordship had given me are times we had spent together.” She said quietly, finishing her signature and placing it back to the desk: “And I never asked for returns of those I had given out. They will be his to keep. As for questions,”
She paused, shrugging a little resignedly: “I suppose I will never know why he would decide to have me as his consort in the first place. So there is no point to dwell upon them, non?”
“I believe he wished to have a woman who knew the pleasures and the despairs of the world upon her shoulders as a consort. To have a consort who has seen both sides of such a coin will be better adept at wishing to please than to suffocate or to be naive. There shall never be a grand gesture, but in the letter there was no mention of him loathing you or finding you as an annoyance. Be glad you are left with a man who did not write pages upon pages of the failures of man as he has done about the reason for his departure.” The pages and pages were written in conjunction of how humans did not understand the creatures of the night would never cease to exist.
“Yes, for that I was eternal grateful that he had treated me such,” Nijah nodded: “For I had troubled him so much since our initial encounters all those months ago. Pray pass the message of my gratitude whenever you sent him the missive next. As fore you, what of you, Countess? What would happen to you now, if I may ask?”
Good Bye Nijah [Nijah/Countess]
“I understand.” Nijah took over the quill and the paper from the servant and began to read the fine print on the paper. Somehow he knew what had happened to her. Somehow the Marquis knew. It means he had read all the letters she sent him, as well as the others. He always remained a mysterious figure to her. To these days she still could not understand why he decided to take her as his consort, after blatantly telling her he had no affection for her. But that was not the time to discuss it any more. It would be something for her to ponder upon in her own time: “I will not do such a thing, Countess. I believe you know me well enough to know that.”
The Countess let her eyes track as to where the quill went upon the paper. She would have it verified, sealed, and many copies sent to the necessary. “I realize it, Nijah, for you are a true female not to speak ill of an employer, but one takes precautions. Precautions aid to assuage any doubts or any beliefs in humans and creatures upon the world. Do you hold any questions? I am informed through the letters and documents, I shall handle his estates and questions humans, consorts and servants of his hold. If there are any items he has gifted you or you have given him, if you wish to keep or have them returned, I will see to it they are returned to you.”
“The gifts his lordship had given me are times we had spent together.” She said quietly, finishing her signature and placing it back to the desk: “And I never asked for returns of those I had given out. They will be his to keep. As for questions,”
She paused, shrugging a little resignedly: “I suppose I will never know why he would decide to have me as his consort in the first place. So there is no point to dwell upon them, non?”