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In the heart of the East Wing a vivacious young lady is dancing non stop. The clanless vampire is wearing a black lace corset with a short skirt. An elaborate matching lace mask adorns her white face, with an interesting choker around her neck. Spinning and twirling on the dance floor in six inch leather heels Khroma laughs wildly.

As she dances her undead heart out her multi colored eyes take in all of dancers. Outfits, muscles, eyes, smiles… any jewelry and weaknesses. She is checking them out and looking for future marks. The con artist in her is taking note of anything valuable. Not that she’s do anything here to anyone.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, or something similar, Marconius was not the devil persay but Finvarra might say otherwise. The disciple had heard of the gathering clan Toreador was holding, he heard a lot of things these nights, but rather than ignore the gathering as he might have otherwise done the ancient founder of the Kiasyd had left his haven and here he was...amongst so many other vampires.

"Finvarra." His voice a deep, calming, greeting as he came up from behind. Tall, slender, and well dressed the fae blooded vampire nodded his head in greeting to the other. Things were less than stable between the two fae blooded vampires, to sa ythe least, but he would extend a polite greeting here with so many around them. It simply would not do for him to be anything but polite, it would simply be unseemly, and Marconius was nothing if not a gentleman even if he did make a mess on occasion with his meals.

Dark as night eyes glanced about the room, though their movement was impossible to notice, the disciple was looking over those gathered here tonight. Many of power, of age, were gathered here and the lack of blood shed was something of a surprise though it was a good thing as well. It would, no doubt, cause an issue with Grendal if vampires decided to start a fight here at such a gathering. Everyone would behave; within reason.

Adoette of the Grove was not happy to be here. Notably because she was ‘of the grove’ and this was not her grove at all. In fact, this place was very far from it. The world away from the forests was hollow and unsettling, too loud, too full of unpleasant smells, the wooden floors death beneath her feet. Adoette was not a fan. But she was a Lhiannon and would not hesitate to tread a different path should the need arise.

Especially since Nyoka had been so excited to attend, she couldn’t miss it.

Despite her misgivings, she fit in well with a long dark dress and her face covered with a mask made of leaves. She flowed across the floor, sparing no-one else a glance except her mate, her red-haired angel. Easily recognizable to her. And even if it had been harder to tell, you couldn’t put a mask on the snake. Kaiser was Kaiser.

“Darling,” she purred, approaching. She dipped her head respectfully towards Ionia as well. “Forgive my tardiness. Are you both having fun?”

Espen had finally found his way to one of the more decent bars that wasn’t this exclusive VIP area. While he did have one of their tokens stowed away on his person the thought of being there, with all the snooty upper crust types didn’t appeal one bit to the Noiad Disciple. Give him a mead hall and roaring fires. Not this electric, smooth jazz, high city aristocracy , blue blood bullshit. He was a man of the salt and the earth.

As he exited the bar room he had finally wound up in, the massive male nearly ran over the smaller female vampire. The items dangling for his large rack of antlers clattering as he had to pull up short or very nearly end up bulldozing her over with his quick step. Though large in size he was still very agile and was able to pivot at the last second to avoid any impact.

Ice blue eyes studied her from behind his white wolf mask. The suit, squinting faintly at the raven and even though her mask clearly had horns he could still see the smaller set of antlers that she herself bore. A quick sniff told him she wasn’t one of his. No, he would be able to recognize his own immediately. They smelt like ice, snow, mountains and wilderness. This one had the scent of the city on her like all the others here. Though….he could see similarities to his own clan in some of her attributes.

Tilting his head slightly, he crossed his arms over his broad chest. Lips drawing into a firm line before he spoke. “Where do you hail from, little horns?” His voice was deep, a rumble of a growl thick in his throat. Laced with a mild accent that rolled smooth off his tongue.

Nyoka was very hard to miss. The flaming red hair was the least of it; his big scaled wings took up an obnoxious amount of space. Not to mention the fact that they were odd for a vampire to have at all. “Awww, don’t be like that!” Nyoka nudged Ionia playfully. “Fine, fine. My bad, sis. But you’re too easy to spook. You should get thicker skin. Or scales. Right, Kai?” He asked Kaiser, who hissed agreeably before shooting a glare at Sir Hiss.

Nyoka’s attention was quickly redirected towards the love of his life, the apple of his eye, the sun to his shine, his universe, his— okay, you get the picture. Adoette. He turned, wings flapping happily behind him (and causing some nearby Kindred to let out grunts of annoyance). “My belladonna!” He exclaimed. He extended his hand to take hers. Kaiser immediately took the opportunity to twist around Nyoka’s arm and slither onto Adoette instead. They were both simps for her. Could you blame them?

“Ionia! Have you met Adoette?” He asked his sister, gazing adoringly at his mate.