Welcome to the land of Norric. A place of lies and deception; falsehoods and fable. Here, every night is a masquerade. It is how the people interact. One can be whoever…and whatever they want. You have one main costume, so that you may interact with certain people over and over again, and they will know who you are by your mask. You must belong to a house, for that determines what you may dress as.

Houses:

Courcell: artisans belong to this house. They often dress as birds.
Ranvert: stern warriors. Such as soldiers, law figures, or merely stern people. Often dress as woodland creatures.
Cloause: seductive and promiscuous men and women. Often dress as cats or exotic fish.
Kambrian: high class dress as exotic animals.
Bantoose: peasants, dress as domestic animals.

Name: Pruel Inglebright

House: courcell

Age: 21

Gender: female

Mask/costume: raven. Feathered mask with black satin corseted dress. Pearl collar with ribbon.

Appearance: tall and rather slender. Curvy and very attractive with long black hair, large green eyes and slender hands.

Other: Very whimsical; accomplished artist. Very seductive in her innocence.

she wandered through the halls, making her way towards the ballroom. her ribbon lead trailing behind her and the pearl collr making a slight noise which contrasted with her shoes, tapping on the marble floor. she had alredy donned her mask and was wathing people as they filtered though the halls.

i would love to join but im not very good at this...could i not be liek your daughter or somethign ....adopted cause im human ...i really like this story..it seems good...))

((lol, well my charactor doenst really have the potential to be a mother, and she is also human, but if you like i cna create you another charactor and bio and you can take it from there...it should be easier to just get into the story that way...just tell me what house you want to belong to, and i will pm it to you...))

infact would it be ok i f i am your sister....and if so ill be in the same house as u ....))

Name: Mykael Drayke

House: Kambrian

Age: 33

Gender: Male

Mask/costume: Dragon. (Too Exotic? I can change it to an Impala if you wish ^_^) Appears to be Paper Mache' with shiny pearl nacre scales. It is gilded with gold at the edges. The shiny black horns sweep back from his forehead and used to be sported by an impala. Around the bottom of the mask, right above his wicked grin is a row of shiny teeth that are as black as the spiraling horns. The mask reveals his steely grey eyes and the nicely trimed reddish gold goatee below his perpetually smirking lips. The remainder of his costume consists of a pair of tight white hunting trousers and a nice buckled over the shoulder oriental collared jacket. Both are heavilly embrioderd with scenes of dragons and maidens engaged in activities that would make the layman blush if he was able to hold this lord of mannor in one place long enough to study them.

Appearance: He stands an impressive 6'2" and despite haveing a tight waistline his shoulders and ass fill out his pure white costume quite well. His long unrully thick hair of gold/red is pushed back by the shape of the mask making it look like the dragon has a mane like a horse or a lion. He stands upon a pair of tight white riding boots. He wears a pair of supple white dearskin gloves and is always seen clutching his long black cane which is topped by a rather impressive silver Dragons head that has black pearls for eyes.

Other: Quiet at first, studies the scene. Quick of wit. Enjoys a good Scotch and good companionship...



Standing at the end of the hall right where it spilled out into the ball room Mykael notes the Ladies presence with a nod, a wink and a small bow.

pruel entered the ballroom and smiled full lips at the beautiful masks, many that she had created herself. she stopped to look in a mirror and adjust her own, making sure the feathers ran with her hair. she took a glass of red wine from a waiter waring the mask of a ferret and moved in the sea of players. she noticed the man with the dragons mask and nodded hello to him as well, making her way to a dartker corner where she would wait a dance. her full hips moving enticingly under her dress.

((no a dragon is fine..))

here my post i need an exaotic name though.....any ideas sis...hehe))


can i be a swan...please..with a long floaty white corset dress ...and a beautiful mask...she woore a beautiful white velvet make with lots of delicate feathers and things with white shoes with small heels .and she wore a white lace choker with a diamond shped liek a heart hanging off it

she has long golden wavy hair with a white rose in it..emerald green eyes...she is thin and pale and kinda in a way delicate ...


shes a shy girl ..shes friendly to talk to but fears the darkside ....shes alone all the time ..no friends as such and shes never been inlove...

i dont know what house to pic)))

wait ...im in the came house as u ...im a bird..um duh ..im sooo stupid))

((ok, im putting you in house courcell and how about Alastor or Celtus as a name?))

im a girl...and what kinda house am i in....i mean a girls name...like somethign elegant and danity))

((oh i dont know..alastor means bird of stars, i thought you may like it..lapheal? *shrug* i really dont know, and i already said you were in my house as well...anyway, no more out of charactor talk..its spam.))

this is the last one promise ......ill go with lapheal..k thanx))

The Dragon watches the pretty little birds flight, parts of it more interesting than others. She lights in a dark corner and this elicits a smirk from Mykael.

-That sly little manx, she knows I want to dance with her...-

Perhaps she is dissapointed in him for not accepting her offer to create his mask. Perhaps she is no longer interested in his lovely treasures and castle. Perhaps she is toying with him wearing those beautiful pearls and showing just the right amount of hip to stir his imagination.

"I'm sure thats it" He says startling a rather skinny skunk and his rotund badger friend that were trying unsucessfully to make out the torrid scenes on his jacket.

He excuses himself and saunters over to one of the servants.
"Sir how can I be of assistance."

"A scotch if you please, neat... about three fingers should do the trick."
"Ah thank you sir." The man slips the golden sovriegn into his waistcoat and begins his mission to fetch a glass of scotch.

Mykael makes his way around the floor noticing the fyne young ladies and thier beautiful jewlery always keeping an eye on the Raven in the corner.

lapheal walked out her room and slowly walked down the grand stairs holding her mask in one hand ..the other was sliding down the banister ...she walked in through the grandball room inot the balcony where she stopped longinly gazing out at the dark world at the stars and the moon...she smiled whithin herself and alittle showing " what a beautiful night ...such dreams apears while thee innocent sleep" she said resting her silk gloved hands on the balcony as she sat in total silence ..thoguh she did wonder where her sister was....she lay her mask down and continued to watch the stars in the night ...her father made her wear white because he always said she was delicate and graceful liek a swan ..but to be honest lapheal didnt liek white that much ..but she liked swans...so she lived with it ...her siter was a beautiful raven ...black as night ...she wished she was as beautiful and as confident as her but she was shy inside and always stayed away from peopel she didnt know .....unlike her sister ...." how can i night so beautiful be full of so much evil" she said quietly ..her voice flowing gentle liek bubbles in the wind...she smiled again showing her perfect white teeth and rich pink lips ..she knew her sister would be dancing about ..but she never could dance like her sister ...but she wished she could"

pruel had noticed and remembered the man dressed as a dragon. she had offerec to comission his mask, but he had turned her down. she doubted she could have done a better job, for the one he worse was quite beautiful. she raised her glass to her lips and watched him with green bright eyes over the rim. turning to wisper somehting to a nearby patron she exposed the intricate form of her dress, though corsetted on the front, it was cut low and swooped deep in the back to expose her smooth skin and the odd marque she had had tatooed there, of a black thorned rose. her hair, long and flowing just barely touched the tips, ticking her skin. she ad sent someone to check on her sisiter and when she turned back realized the dragon was ordering a drink,

Those firm round breasts, a perfect backdrop for those outragously georgeous pearls.

-Thats it!- Mykaels resolve to flirt a little with the robin dissolves when his glance reveals such an outright attack on his male resolve! Just as the Dragon is about to swoop down upon the Ravin...

"Uhm hmm... Your drink sir."

"What fortuitous timing you have sirrah" *sips while watching the Ravin* " my compliments to the chef."

Mykael takes his spirits and moves to one of the huge windows that overlooks the lamplit balustrade outside.

"Fortuitous indeed." A small smirk pulls at his lip as he looks up at the ringed moons face and takes another sip from the crystall tumbler in his hand.

pruel took that moment to dissapear. she moved swifly with dancers feet to the shadows and weaved in and out of the crowd, taking up a dance with a well dressed panther. she bowed to him and they begun.

"you look simply extravagant this night lady Inglebright..."

"as do you messire...thank you." her vioce was rich and seductive.

they danced for an hours half together, joking, while her luaghter rang above everyone else, sounding like a million tiny bells in the air. she smiled as they said goodnight and his hand ran along the base of her spine. taking up another glass of thick wine she smiled in the direction of the dragon and moved to the stairs so she might find reprieve in one of the sitting rooms above the dance.

Mykael watches the last of her ribbons pursue her shapely... uh perhaps I should try less flighty foul this even'.

He downs the last of his invigorating drink and cut in on that bastard Panthers attempt to fly away with the pretty little robin he had been eyeing earlier.

She blushes as he sweeps her into close contact with his hip, gentle pressure urging her to stay there from the warm gloved hand he had placed in the small of her back. The music tempo begins to race and the couple spins in and out of each others embrace. It is during one of these exchanges that Mykael relieves her of a particularly firey bracelet that he is sure she'll never miss. With a final firm embrace that brings them mask to mask The Dragon holds the quivering robin for a second. He whispers "Thank you Madame" in her ear, his cheek to hers his breath tainted with the scents of cinnimon and peat.

The music ends in a dashing creschendo and The Dragon finally releases his first victem.

As the next song begins to build Mykael turns in response to a tap on his shoulder to find the little Robin. With a blush she queries "a Again?"

With a toothed grin The Dragon replies:
"Perhaps later miss, while your offer is rather hard to resist, I must away to the servants that they may help quench the fyre that you and the dance have succeeded in stokeing within my breast."

pruel had checked once mor eonher sister and ina few moments headed back down to the dance. she dran another glass of wine before returning to the floor and engaging in a rather precarious dance with both a hawk and a quail. she was just getting ready to switch parteners once agian when she spotted the dragon. dipping in a curtsey in his direction she smiled and dashed back into the dance wondering if he found his drink more entertianing than her.

Ever the oppourtunist, the Dragon hands his half finished drink to a ruddy faced fox that was too close to his crotch in its attempt to decipher the amourous embrace of a small dragon and a large breasted maiden. He pursues the Raven and when he is sure he has her attention...
He puts one foot forward pulls his right hand (the one that holds the cane) into his waist extends the other toward her and slowly bends at the waist. While keeping his eyes locked on hers he confidantly says:

"M'lady. A little voice keeps telling me that you are attemting to avoid me. Please help me silence it with a dance."

pruel luaghed and curtsied. "we wouldnt want unjust rumors spread messire...please it is my pleasure.." she extended a long slender hand towards him and smiled as they joined the dance. she stood straight and proper and smiled feeling his hand on her bare back.

"so tell me...why is it you seem so eager to silence such things, to think that i would aviod you?"

she sat in silence still her msk once again in her hand...she was too shy to dance or talk to anyone so she stayed on the balcony..if father found her in her room he woudl be very angry so if she was hiding on the balcony she would be fine ..she coudl just say she was out for a bit of fresh air....she touched her chocker and twiddled with the diamond heart ..she could hear the music ..it was a song she knew ..and she bagan to sing ...her soft angelic voice flowing around the balcony as she sang her song...it was her song ...it made her think ...she woudl always song when she was alone ......she smiled and leaned over the balcony sanding on one shoe ..the other lifted alittle higher than her knee...she was happy again ..but still too nervious and shy to dance ..plus her sister would be dancing and having a laugh ...she just wouldent fit in ....so there she stayed on the balcony ..singing her heart out ..to a song noone woudl hear"

"I would not want to be seen as vicious and cruel by the other little animals that do not have the courage of the Raven. Surely you would agree that if a creature such as yourself has reason to flee my attentions, lesser beings that look up to your lofty place in society could be driven to run shrieking from the Nasty Dragon." With these words he slips his hand down to his favorite spot where back meets buttocks in a valley that only a god could have sculpted. The music once again picks up tempo and The dragon smiles with his eyes at the precise controlled movements of his partner.

"You dance devinely Madame."

He winks at the conductor over her shoulder acknowledgeing his proficiency at following instruction. Well paid instruction usually ends up proficient.

she curled her fingers in his hand and smiled softly, her eyes sparkling and standing out brightly agianst the black feathers of her mask.

"do not hold me so high monsier...pedestals are precarious and im afraid of heights.."

she pressed a bit closer to him with a small sound as his fingers sought a particulary sensitive spot on her back.

"Perhaps I have mislead you in some way. It is not I that puts you upon this pedistal. It is instead the creatures that your shadow falls upon as you pass unreachable to them in your effortless seeming flight. I only wish to escort you into new hights and to keep the panthers and raptors from loading you down with unessecery weights."

A beat and then another allows him to carefully enter with her into a dip that brings hips and beating hearts into close proximity.

she smiled and pressed her own hips towards his lightly.

"i see..i wa smistaken then.." the song ended and she stood, making to turn away. "thnak yu for the dance...twas spendid." she turned her skirts rustling and wondered of he would follow her. a soft smile was on her lips as her hair trailed behind her softly.

she sings for a whiel then slowly her head falls until she lies there asleep on the balcony ..her head and hair resting on her crossed arms ...one hand holding her mask....she looked to happy and peaceful as she slept making no sound with the exception of her gentle quiet breathing....she could hear the music as she slept haunting her dreams liek a fog ..coverign all her roses with darkness killing them...the smile son dissapeared from her pale face ..as the shadows soon covered the white of the swan"

Her body langauge was enticeing and the feeling of her hips beneath his lit a fire in the Dragons loins that made him react in a way that he was sure the Raven did not miss. He almost let her go when he noticed the lingering smile on her lips and realized they and her ribbons were beckoning him to follow...

He watched her float up the stairs and in a few seconds made his own way up to the next floor.

pruel found herslef lingering on another set of stairs. plucking a loose pearl from her collar she set it on the step and moved swiftly to the door at the top of the stairs.

During his ascent the Dragon spots a strange sight. A beautiful swan seemingly sleeping at the rail of the great stair. When he notices that her mask was in her hand he was temped to move in closer to decern who the owner was. Then he caught a whif of cloves and...

Not that tempted.

He moved up to the top of the stair and it emptied onto a landing that over looked the ballroom. From here there were two stair ways that curved back into the ancient palace. Mykael looked back down the stairs into the crowd. Perhaps she had slipped by him whilst he was distracted by the Swan. His hunt-trained gaze swept back up the stairs and as he glanced over toward the left a lustreous sparke caught his eye. He walked over to the steps and after he looked over his shoulder he picked up what was unmistakably one of his quarries fyne bright companions.

-HMm She has you pegged-

"The left stair it is then." He said with a smile and started making his way into the dark door lined hall it led into.

there were three doors down the hall, but pruel was sure he would know which one was hers. on two of them, various crests and what seemed to be runes were printed. on hers though, was an elaborate carving of a thorned rose, that matched the marque on her bac. just to be sure though, she plucked a long stray feather from her hair, and placed it on the latch before going through the door.

she almost felt foolish, why was she so intrigued by him? was it the relentless pursiut? or, perhaps, the fact that no one had ever to refuse to accept and assignation of hers, to create a mask. they were presitge and known throughout the land. she smiled to herself and lit candals around the room she had entered. she had suspect to belive her encounter with him would be intresting, no matter the cuase.

she chose to remove her mask, and leave it on a small couch in the foreparlor, and pour herself a glass of wine. form there, she moved into another connecting bedroom, and oft to a small balcony where she awaited him to look at the moon, which shone bright and swollen in the october month.

After his eyes adjusted to the dark hallway MYKL stars to move down toward the slightly open wndow at the end. As he moves forward a breeze frome said window moves the velvety curtains and makes its way up the hall. Something stirs from the door farthest down the hall and drifts down onto the floor. The Dragon smiles as he passes the ebon feather and stand before the Rose of matching tint.

-I much prefer the version that moves like a snake with thorny legs-

He straightens out his trousers, pulls the jacket stiff and the sleaves out to remove any wrinkles. He had never been this forward before but then again, this bird seemed to be of a different unique feather. She drew his eye from her decadent pearls and his interest like no amount of wealth ever had. He had always been interested in art, he was in fact an accomplished artest himself. He had given that all up though when he had inherited his great uncles fortune. As he slowly opened the door to the candle lit rooms he thought -Perhaps its time to get back into the arts...-

As soon as he saw her mask on the doorseat he removed his and replaced it with hers. He breathed in the wine and clove scents that lingered upon it and moved into the room to find it empty.

He turned to the door again and saw, from the corner of his eye a shadow move in the moonlight on the porch. With a smile he moved out onto the balcony and was stunned by how radiant her skin shone in the caress of the moons rays.

she had closed her eyes, letting the moonlight cool her skin. even as she heard him approach her she kept them closed.

"you, are rather forward dear sir...wont your robin be jelous?" she was refering to the young girl, whose bracelet he had taken into posession ealier that night.

"Madame! I am truely affronted. I had merely given in to instinct... When I saw that lowly Panther had snared the attentions of a prize such as you I had to snatch the little morsel from his grasp and devour any chance he had of finding pleasure in her eyes. Then I came to realize what a teriible thing I had done. The poor simple Robin will be ruined for any other creature." -Mmm till she discovers her nest has been robbed of its eggs.-

"And I knew deep down that a creature of the skies would never stay with such a ground bound beast. That was when I realized the Dragon had neatly been snared by a Raven."

He leaned onto the rail.

"Are you prepared to share that wine or shall I be made drunk by the silvery liquid light that reflects from your face?"

she smiled kindly at him, finaly opening her eyes. she poured another glass and handed it to him. "your tongue is indees linned with smooth flattery my dear dragon.." she sipped her own wine and looked at him. "though you are not so smooth..." she smiled. "tell, me, why one such as you, clearly cloaked in riches, would have need of a silly robins bobble?" she was refering to the bracelet. no one else had seen him take it, but she had an artists eyes, and watched all things closely..

As he removes her mask from his face Mykael smiles and looks at it.

"The Ravens eyes are quick and her beak *he strokes the beak on the mask* is sharp."

He puts the mask on the table next to the wine and sits in the soft couch that faces her removing the bracelet in questionn from his sleave. "You are correct, I need not the pittance this 'bauble' would fetch in the market place. I do though need the exhileration of the hunt... The challange of removing something that I know she will sorely miss... And the knowledge that The Dragon can cast such a spell so as to make her forget it."

"She borrowed the braclet from a shop I own in town. I learn so much about a persons character when they are under stress. It will be slipped into her belongings before you see a new moon and she will be relieved of any worry she might have."

"I am, of course, quite flattered that you were watching me with such interest."

she smiled and sreoked a ribon that had fallen across her chest "you do may a rather intresting study..." she finishedher wine and looked at him a long moment. "youve captured your bird...now what do you popose to do Monsieur?"

"Why, I wish to devour you as any Dragon would when he has such a morsel in his Den. But, Lo! We are not in my familliar cave. I am not surrounded by my hoarded tresures. Instead it is you, A lovlely, Dark Enchantress who has captured the Dragon! Surely you have planned this meeting! Will you attempt to remove my heart and thus render the villiage safe from the fearsome shadow of the Dragon?"

she raised and eyebrow. "no, but i would attempt to tame you, and make you my own, for my own fearsom deeds..." she smiled seductively and placed her hand lightly over his, guiding it to her breast. "would you attempt to fight me?" her eyes had grown darker as she purred her words and smiled.

"Can you tame the wind? Can you contain the oceans? Would you uproot a cypress and pot it in the parlor?"

His heart quickens at the gentle touch of her hand and his breath comes a little faster as he feels the supple resistance of her breast. As he traces her collar bone to her neck he slowly moves his hand up the tender skin and places his palm on her cheek.

"Surely such beauty as yours could not have been cultivated in captivity. I would instead travel with you, absolutly freed from earthly bounds, to fantastic magical places that only a pair of kindred souls could create."

He slips his hand around the nape of her neck and gently squeezes as he leans in and brushes her lips with his own as he moves onto the couch to be closer to her. His other hand touching her ribs below her breast.

she smiled and kissed him agian, this time deeper. "ive no need of taming the wind, i fly and become one with it, and the ocean i can contain with my paints..." she shuddered at the soft pressure of his hands on her thin rib cage. he was incredibly sensual. "though you...even had the chioce, i would not tame..." she tilted her ead back slightly so his lips could travel to her neck.

"Mmmm"

The Dragons kiss falls upon her soft exposed neck then he moves to her earlobe and gently bites it his short beard brushing her tender neck as he slips his hand from her rib cage onto her hip.

"I can see myself swimming in such an ocean as the one you describe."

He leans in closer to her and slowly slips his other hand up the outside of her silky thigh as he licks behind her earlobe.

she swept a hand up to mover har mass of silky hair over to shoulder exposing her neck. "would you..?" her vioce was husky as she closed her eyes and moved a hand behind his neck to tangle in his hair. he smelt like ginger and summer pears and she felt herself become excited at the subtle flick of his tongue behind her ear.

The hairs on the back of his neck tingle when her nails gently drag through them. He puts his arm around her shoulders and the other behind her knees and gently picks her up. He turns and as he moves them back inside he bends and picks up the bottle of wine with the hand that supports her legs. He lays her on the ornatly carved bed. the wood is so dark that it is almost black. Every inch of the posts are carved with a climbing rose. The top most bedsheet is embroidered with the same rose she has displayed on her back. He stands her before the window and as he kisses her with a new passion he reaches around her and loosens the ribbons of her corset.

"As you wish it, So it shall be."

she moaned softly at the feel of his finger tips brushing the swll of her breast and arched her back slightly as he sinished with her corsette and moved his hands around to brush along the length of her back. she could feel his warm breath on her neck and turned to face him kissing him deeply and reaching up to remove his jacket.

As she finds the buckle on his jacket Mykael lowers his face to her newly exposed breast. He gently licks then sucks the nipple untill it stands erect the he moves to the other and repeats the process as his jacket falls to the floor revealing his well defined shoulders and his striated chest. He picks her up again and sets her on her back right on top of the rose. Mykael slowly pulls her skirts off. As he lets her go and drops the clothes to the floor he bends over to unbuckle and remove his boots. He gently pushes her back and then he uses his teeth to uncork the bottle of wine that he had taken from the other room.

"I shall have this wine one way or another."

He pours the wine into her navel and carefully climbs on top of her so that he is straddling her knees without putting his weight on them. Then he gently leans forward and sips the wine from her body.

she shuddered and luaghed. this would definately be a new experiance. she felt his tongue delve into her navel and arches slightly. as he brought his head up to kiss her, she smiled tasting the wine on his lips.

Mykael pours more wine into her navel then takes a big swig and sets it on the night table. He looks into her eyes and pulls his gloves off one... finger... at... a... time. He smiles and tosses them onto the swiftly growing pile of garments on the floor. With a deep gutteral growl he smears the wine out of her button and all over her rib cage and breasts following with savage abandon with his mouth and tounge sucking and licking untill he gets to her succulent breasts. He cups one in his hand as he sucks the other into his mouth swirlling her stiff flesh with his hot wine stained tounge. She can feel his passion rising through his pants as he slides down her body and begins to pull off her lacy wine stained undergarments with his teeth and hands.