Snippet #1523679

Sanura


The Queen of the White Tiger clan paced restlessly while she watched the crowd twirling in time with the music. She was a solitary creature and usually despised gatherings such as these but for some reason the merriment seemed enticing enough to join. Sanura looked over her shoulder at her assigned servant, handing her glass over with a short explanation.

“I am going to dance. Remain here,” and with that, she slipped seamlessly into the throng of dancers, weaving her way through until she was swept up by a man in a tuxedo with a blazingly bright blue mask. He bowed slightly as he took the lead, swaying from side to side in a fashion that made her skirt swish around her legs, then a spin which caused her dress to billow out ever so slightly. Changing partners, she was paired next with a lithe woman enrobed in brown silks with red trim. By the combination of the woman’s scent and her clan seal upon her breast, Sanura marked her as the new Empress that she had been informed of earlier in the year. Their clans had little dealing with one another though, so she had yet to meet the infamous kitsune and her curiosity was piqued.

The Tigress inclined her head slightly in a gesture of respect, showing the Empress that she put her on the same level as herself- Royalty. Yet with the music still weaving its way around the pair, she had no time or inclination to speak. Instead, she matched steps with the kitsune, sweeping her around the floor along with the other party goers in an elegant dance.



Chiara

The vampiress felt a faint thrumming of power from the others in the room which made it hard to distinguish friend from foe. Usually, with only a handful of people, she could easily tell another person’s aura and judge them accordingly. But here at this party, almost every single person in the room had some level of power and thus, when the energies were mixed as closely together as they were tonight, it was had to distinguish who was who without being close to them.

So, Chiara stood up and began to mingle with the crowd, figuring that the best way to find out who the other people were would be to simply interact with them. Since she didn’t have the ability to bring her own servants into the manor, she could not just simply send them out to investigate and she didn’t quite trust the servant that had been appointed to her.

After speaking to perhaps a half a dozen dignitaries, royal personages and downright lethally powerful creatures, Chiara had come to one conclusion. Not only was everyone here powerful but it seemed like the best of the best had been chosen. Why? For what purpose? Her lips pursed slightly as she thought, letting her eyes wander over the crowds until she spotted someone much like herself, another vampiress.

Lifting her skirts so she would not trip over them, Chiara approached Amorette and smiled pleasantly. It was always nice to see kindred at these soirees, whether she actually knew them on a personal level or not.

“Greetings, kindred, I am Chiara De Luca,” she practically purred, wondering what sort of powers this woman held. She could practically taste the energy emanating from her.