Post by Elsie Horowitz on Jun 20, 2015 1:43:34 GMT
| Finally she had found one. Heir Krampus had been one of the few Pure Bloods in the Libitina Coven. So when Elsie's master was struck down she had quickly abandoned the concept of joining the pureblood ranks. If she had been turned pureblood by her master that would have been one thing. But her master had refrained from doing so because he believed she needed to earn the status. And thus now, sitting upon a bench outside shortly after sunset, so did she. Black hair. Gray eyes. Upon her wooden park bench thrown she watched with her crimson eyes. Never once wavering from the individual she considered a target. Male. Young in appearance. Pale. That was him. Elsie cut off the rest of the inner recording playing through her mind and simply watched a while. The little girl had only recently become interested in being turned a second time honestly. She had led the Coven for the first 350 years as an Aristocrat. Rather than having the ability to have complete control over another, she had preferred to allow her members the ability to choose for themselves. There was strength and an efficient advantage to having a willing soldier rather than a puppet after all. And overall she still believes in that philosophy. Howwwweverrrrr, There are times when game pieces cannot be willed over by verbal expressions of logic. This she had come to realize within her first term of leadership. Having the option to gain another Bishop or Rook by force that could assist in a check mate could save money and lives. It was very efficient. Plus the little girl just liked to own fun new toys on the occasion. Becoming a pureblood was another way for Elsie to ... feel closer to her deceased master though she'd never admit to such feelings of loneliness. The first adult figure in her life that had taken a sort of parental role for her, in the very least had given a single shit about her. Sure, the details were fucked up. But Elsie missed the man regardless. Heir Krampus was a precious part of her personal history that she held dearly to whatever darkened heart beat within her chest cavity. And so that brings us here, reader. Sitting. Watching. Thinking. Yes, she wanted this. She had already weighed the pros and cons of the decision. Now all that was left was to earn it. Elsie sniffled as she adjusted her metaphoric mask over her delicate facial features. She was already wearing the simple white dress that she had grabbed from the neighboring medical center. Adding an ever so slight tremor to her movements to insinuate weakness she walked towards the young man. Already having her actions decided upon. She would start things off. She was going to earn this .... |  Better to have them in tears than not to have them at all ooc: Thank you for the thread, Jelly~ Just let me know if there's anything I need to change. You know how I am. Matty Lasair |
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