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Post by Miriam, Rose Child on Jun 9, 2006 12:14:26 GMT -5
Riyan sat indian-style on her bed, hands on her knees and eyes closed in deep meditation. Her raven-black hair was bound in a tight braid, draped over one shoulder. At her feet laid a huge cheetah, a spirit Riyan had come across long ago.
The room was painted a dark blue, for it was one of her favorite colors. In fact, she had found that it matched the color of the uncut sapphire she had found not too long ago. The bed was a lighter blue, but only by a miniscule difference. The high front and back gave her concealment when she wished it, along with the removable draperies in a deep aquamarine. The window near her bed was padded with a deep cushion, and wide enough for her to curl up and read. She didn't do this often, though, for she was either busy studying or meditating, or not even in the house.
The large mirror standing above her dresser was the only thing within the room not of a color blue. It was, in fact, a deep cherry-wood make, and the top doubled as a desk when she required it. Hanging from one drawer-pull was a pearl necklace, which she had ignored for many years.
Sighing, she slipped even deeper into her meditation, concentrating on finding the small world within her mind that she had created to escape whatever she wished to be away from. It was one of her havens, and by far her favorite.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 9, 2006 12:31:15 GMT -5
Contessa roamed the halls, looking for something to do
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Post by Miriam, Rose Child on Jun 9, 2006 12:34:29 GMT -5
The cheetah, named Meera after one of Riyan's friends, looked up towards the door. Your cousin is roaming again. Shall I extend an invitation?
Riyan sighed, coming out of her meditation with a roll of her eyes. Sometimes she just didn't understand how Meera could be so polite for a huge cat who dined nightly on raw meat. Now that you mentioned it, do I really have a choice? she pointed out jokingly.
Slowly she stood, pulling the draperies shut around her bed to conceal the knife that laid there, one of her tools she guarded herself with. Just as slowly she went to the door, shut her eyes in a swift prayer for patience, then opened the door as Contessa roamed by.
"Greetings, cousin. And how are you today?" Sometimes she hated pleasantries, but right now, she didn't really care.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 9, 2006 13:02:34 GMT -5
Contessa turned to look at Riyan. "Wouldn't you like to know little Raven." Contessa replied with a sly smirk. "I'm fine, and I see you're doing well. Have you seen Salvador around?" she asked.
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Post by Miriam, Rose Child on Jun 9, 2006 14:18:56 GMT -5
She smirked slightly. Pleasantries never lasted long in this family. She didn't know why she tried. "For your information, Liesel, I wouldn't like to know. And no, I haven't seen Salvador. Not that I would tell you anyway, but still."
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 9, 2006 14:22:41 GMT -5
"Sometimes I wonder why I even bother with asking you things." Contessa said aloud, talking to herself really. "Oh right, Salvador would never let you know where he is in this manor or elsewhere. " Contessa chuckled evilly for a few seconds, then looked into Riyan's room.
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Post by Miriam, Rose Child on Jun 9, 2006 14:31:36 GMT -5
Meera stepped out of the room and sat by Riyan's feet, her head reaching the girl's waist. Greetings, Contessa. I see you are feeling well. Meera was one of the few who called everyone by their first, and true, name. She could rarely be fooled, either.
"Don't bother, Meera. She's looking for Salvador. And trying to dig at me, apparently. Why can't some people realize they have no talent for that?" She sighed. "For cousins, we certainly do live close. Did you ever think to check his room, or any of his other hide-outs? Her voice, as she said this, was barely polite. Sometimes she just couldn't resist picking at people.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 9, 2006 14:42:00 GMT -5
"Do you really think he's where you'd think he is? His room isn't his particularly favorite place, and his hideouts aren't either.. He is were you'd least expect him, and that's a lot of places dear cousin." Contessa said, ignoring the large cheetah. Meera was one she always had ignored. Contessa now gazed back at her cousin, "You know Ri, you should drop your act of being tough. We all know you are different.. Sometimes I wonder why you were even born to the Riddle name. What a shame..."
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Post by Miriam, Rose Child on Jun 9, 2006 14:44:58 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes. "You know Tess, I wonder why you bother talking to me if I shame you so much. I'm surprised I'm not living out a Cinderella life. Oh, that's right, I have to be able to go to school. If I didn't...... oh the things people would hear." There was a glint in her eyes, one as sharp as the knife laying on her bed. "I would also find it most ironic if he were in your room at this moment, waiting for you to return. I do find it ironic that you, so used to being served, haven't yet to think of sending a house elf for him. Losing your touch, are you?"
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 9, 2006 14:51:20 GMT -5
Contessa moved closer to Riyan, almost backing her up into a corner. "If anyone's loosing their touch.. Ri. It would be you. I'm sure the Dark Lord would agree." For Riyan didn't know that Contessa, along with Salvador and Tom Riddle's daughter Macaria had been choosen to bring the name of Riddle back to power. They were the choosen three, the three that Tom Malvolo Riddle wanted himself, and no other would ever be wanted for the assignment. Knowing this, it gave Contessa a huge ego, one that would never shatter, if you messed with her you messed with the wrong person. She'd been trained in wandless magic, wand magic, and had been taught to take pain whether it be mental or physical. These qualities she was in the middle of teaching Salvador and Macaria.
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Post by Miriam, Rose Child on Jun 9, 2006 14:56:52 GMT -5
Riyan stood her ground, her eyes flashing a deep sapphire in color with some emotion that was too swift to be catalouged. "Am I truly supposed to care what our dear cousin Tom thinks? Or, if you truly wish it, I suppose I could say Lord Voldemort. Either way, the question stands."
She felt the cheetah-like spirit that lay dormant inside her rise up at the proposed threat. Suddenly, an almost deadly calm rose on her features, her eyes shut to slits while looking at Tessa beneath her eyelashes. "Just for your own good, I advise you to stay out of my room. After all, no one is in there but me, so why would you bother? It isn't as if I have anything of interest to you in there."
While not exactly subtle, Riyan was well advised in baiting predators into different areas, sometimes where they wanted to be, and sometimes where they wished to be far from. This time, she was hoping for the latter. After all, she hadn't trained to merely sit around and do nothing.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 9, 2006 15:00:37 GMT -5
"Riyan.. If you don't watch yourself, you will be banned from this house.. And banned from the family. You will taken from the family tree, like Sirius Black. Now I know you don't wish for that, do you?" Contessa continued, not moving an inch forward or away.
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Post by Miriam, Rose Child on Jun 9, 2006 15:05:07 GMT -5
Riyan shrugged lightly, enough movement to swing her braid onto her back again. "And why not, Tess? At least then I wouldn't have to put up with all of you. And besides, I could use a change of scenery. "And why do you care at all? Afraid for my safety? I must say, I'm touched. You are too, but that's touched in the head. A small difference, but a difference all the same."
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 9, 2006 15:09:15 GMT -5
"Actually, I was seeing if you were faithful to your family, but I guess not. Only those that are faithful to this family will be aloud in my home. I grew up here, unlike all of our other cousins. So take your stuff, and take your little kitty, and I want you out by the end of the month." With that Contessa left Riyan. She'd always loathed Riyan, once it was because of looks, but now it was because of Riyan untrustworthiness to Lord Voldemort.
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Post by Miriam, Rose Child on Jun 9, 2006 15:14:35 GMT -5
Riyan groaned to herself. Finally she realized a way she could at least try and remain within this area.
Coming up to Tessa, she practically fell to the floor, her features looking as if she was in a panic. "Please cousin, I know I am not worthy to stay here, but please don't throw me out! I'm begging you. I'll do anything for you Liesel. Just please don't throw me out. I'll do anything." Eyes that looked like they were near shedding tears stared up at Tessa with a pleading and sincere look. "I'll even be your servant if you so wish. Just please, please don't make me leave."
((Hehehe...... let her stay? *puppy dog eyes* lol, I had to do that little scene. funfunfun! I'll have her do the "I'm scared of the light ones," double spy thing later if this doesn't work.))
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