Room 10: Silent and Vampyra

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Silent trudged into her room, her energy had taken a significant drain due to the trip. She was now looking forward to having a room to herself, guessing that it wouldn't be a good idea for a Vampire to share a dorm with a Human or something similar. Whatever would happen if she got peckish and wanted 'midnight munchies'?

The room was a nice dormitory for a dorm, the design used was soothing to the eye and had a calming effect somehow. There wasn't a carpet - there was laminated flooring instead with white, ostrich feather rugs beside each bed and one larger circle one in the spacious area by the door. The walls were white, unblemished in everyway. The woodwork on the beds was made of a dark birch wood and the duvet filled with goosefeathers was white and seemed like you'd just melt in the pure cosiness of it. In small areas of the cover green-stemmed purple flowers were embroidered into it. Therefore adding to the calm ambience of the room.

Silent dumped her case on her bed, her hand over her eyes and she groped blindly for the dark curtains to draw them tight in order to stop the searing rays of sunlight to filter through the glass. One she had, a sigh of relief escaped her chest before unpacking a few oddities such as a sketchpad, an acoustic, pencils, paper and a white teddy bear. Silent fondled the teddy bear's ear before stuffing him under her pillow along with some nightclothes.

She then set the case aside, deciding there and then to unpack properly later. Silent collapsed onto her bed, letting the comfort seep into her body and the dull ache of tense muscles ebb away. Gee, I'm tired. She mused on the thought of her drowsiness, usually she'd be asleep as this time, only coming out at night to prey alongside her family on people that had strayed too far from safetly.

Silent had heard a rumour that she could have a possible roomate and because of that, she had chosen the bed in the corner so if this other student wanted the curtains open, Silent would still be in shadow even if it wasn't so much.

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A tall, daunting figure of feminine proportion stood in the doorway of the room, shadow concealing her form due to the lack of lighting. It stood there for a moment, scrutinizing the area before stepping through the hearth of the doorway and heading over to her bed.

A large, king-sized mattress sat atop an ebony wood frame, four long, thick posts at each corner of the bed to support a red, see-through canopy that hung over the length of the bed like a veil of blood. Comforters, white and pure as the driven snow, were already set neatly over the mattress, thick, plush pieces of cloth stuffed delicately with goose feathers for extra cushion. Two red, lacy pillows, a similar color to the crimson canopy, sat placidly at the head of the bed, not a wrinkle to be seen among their satin texture.

A large, plush rug of the white and gray fur of some kind of animal took its place beside the bed on the cold, hardwood floor, laying at the foot of a small, ebony night stand. A lamp adorned with a red shade sat atop this nightstand, accompanied by a small, mahogany box and a polished, silver mirror that shone eerily in the impenetrable darkness despite the absence of light. A candle, too, sat serenely upon the night stand, its wax the color of the sable, starless night and completely clear of any trace of previous use.

The tall figure in the doorway gracefully made its way over to the night stand, stopping just before it and stooping down quite a bit so that her lips were now even with the top of the candle. A soft, hushed incantation was heard in the darkness, and for a moment, a spark seemed to flicker at the top of the candle wick, flashing on and off until at last a full-fledged flame sprung from the shadows and danced ominously in the darkness as light flooded the entire corner of the room.

And now was acknowledged the presence of Ithilwen Nim'Draug, the princess of the avariel race herself. At first glance, she would appear only an elf with her elongated, pointed ears, abnormal height, and fair looks, but at a closer gander, she possessed a trait that distinguished herself apart from the elven race. Two, large silver-white wings sat upon her back, each one about thirty feet in length when fully extended but only about six feet tall when folded as they were at the moment- three inches shorter than her own height. Ithilwen readjusted their position on her back to one that was more favorable as she unshouldered a single rucksack and a gleaming, white- hilted katana, letting them both drop to the floor by the side of her bed with a faint clink.

She turned now to face the opposite corner of the room; she had been informed of her roommate and her blood-lusting tendencies, and she was now aware of a foreign presence in the room. Her eyes were a stark, vivid blue- two, large torrents of ice that beheld the cold, hard bite of winter itself yet veiled an eternity of wisdom and understanding beneath their intimidating surfaces. Her skin was as white as frost, completely milk-white in the light of the dancing flame, but this was not abnormal to her; the royal blood lineage that ran through her pulsing veins carried this trait along with the genetic codings for icy blue eyes and broad, silver-white wings. She appeared only about in her late teens or early twenties despite the fact that she had actually experienced roughly around five-hundred years, but then again, she was an avariel, an immortal; time had no inescapable hold over this woman.

Deciding that her roommate would expose herself when she was good and ready, Ithilwen chose to wait for the right time, choosing instead to try out her new bed. With a single, pale hand, she swept aside the crimson canopy and eased herself upon the comforters, laying back so that only her legs were dangling off the edges. With eyes closed, her mind dawdled in its own depths, sifting through memories and studies long forgotten as they surfaced themselves and played out like movies in her mind's eye.