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| Topic Started: Feb 18 2010, 07:07 AM (723 Views) | |
| Asparuh Zhefarovich III | Feb 25 2010, 08:47 AM Post #16 |
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(Progenitor) Patriarch of the Zhefarovich Family, Horcrux Owner
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This was a strange yet curious predicament. Why was she still sticking around? Asparuh never had much company, not in his presence for even this long. Usually, the other person left, either from fear or from another emotion that Asparuh did not bother to extract from their mind to see. What was so interesting about himself that kept this woman here in front of him? Curiosity was more than the reason. Perhaps she just wanted to know him, to know his history. He had been around for a very long time, after all. I could spare this woman some knowledge about me, so long as it isn’t too much to get her claws in and use against me. She would be foolish to do that. That would be something a mudblood would try to do. Of course, there would be no need to explain that. “Yet, it has come to curiosity of a dangerous and lethal man. How brave, or imprudent, whichever.” Every motion that Ylva had taken, it was noted in his brain. A tradition, that was something Asparuh could relate to. There were many in the Zhefarovich Family, most were never broken or lest be punished by death itself. “I assume you are looking for another pure-blood to give you a suitable heir of either female or male. I respect your family’s traditions, and will not question them, neither will I ask why the other son is not suitable. However, what type of man are you looking for in order to supply you with a suitable heir. This is all considering that the male would have to be respected and also able to meet most of your needs.” The DNA of a child was most important, as it mixed with both mother and father. In order to create a suitable heir to any family, the partner would have to be well suited; with or without marriage. Asparuh’s eyes averted from Ylva’s own dark ones to the barkeeper that brought Ylva a drink, before the man was ushered away. A man like Asparuh did not approve of acting like a drunken fool. He much rather have someone sober and speak, with information almost impossible to retrieve from. That just made things much more interesting than they did before. He took note that she cradled the glass in her lap and not on the table. It was not in Asparuh’s personality to poison a maiden. With narrowed eyes on the female Death Eater, the question was indeed pushing Asparuh. Irritation flashed in his eyes for a split second, before they returned to utter coldness. “She was useful to me, otherwise she had lived out her purpose.” It was harsh to say, but it was also somewhat true. Asparuh was also protective over her, but that was all gone now. |
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| Ylva Kvalheim | Feb 25 2010, 09:42 AM Post #17 |
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Ahh, this was more like it. A bit of back and forth, mutual- ... if not interest, then at least feigned interest. Ylva spoke very little to anyone at all and spent most of her time in her own company. Therefore she wished any interaction she had with outsiders to be worthwhile, and such conversations were difficult with a silent partner. Luckily it had picked up a bit on Asparuh's part. She had certainly crossed a line in asking about his son's mother, but the irritation was expected and she accepted it and moved on without further comment. Ylva raised her eyes to his and openly acknowledged the mistake to him with a look; not one of apology, simply recognition. She focused on his earlier comment and responded in turn. "It was an inconvenient curiosity and has such been dealt with as my usual inconveniences are; annihilated." said Ylva, smiling to him in jest. She paused, then spoke again. "And, I suppose it is only bravery if you are entirely sure of what you face. As of yet I am not sure what wrath could be visited upon me if my questions become too impudent. Perhaps you could enlighten me?". In this question she was partially joking but secretly quite serious. Asparuh was a dangerous man, she knew. Ylva would be quite interested to know his thoughts on the matter. Now how to go about answering him without making unintentional insinuations? she thought irritably, pondering his question. I am not looking for a man like one would choose a cow at a cattle station. Ylva decided to be frank. “A female, to be precise.” she informed him. “And as for the man ... He must be of pure blood,” Ylva agreed with Asparuh, speaking as though it was not a wish of hers but a prerequisite. “Of sound mind and body and possessing relatives with similar qualities. I am looking for these things, but neither could you say I am actively searching for it." Ylva looked slightly displeased with the next bit of information that she shared. "No doubt such a person with suitable stature would want me to marry them, as any honorable man would. For my child's sake, I would do this." But I would not relish in another union, she added to herself. Suddenly Ylva appreciated just how hard her mother had worked to find a man suitable to sire her who could father a child with no strings attached. It was difficult to explain this without making it sound like she considered every man to be a prospect; she did not. |
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| Asparuh Zhefarovich III | Feb 27 2010, 08:55 AM Post #18 |
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Ylva was lucky that she did not comment on Liyla, to further that topic. Asparuh did not wish to think about it, at all. It was better left forgotten. Forget it and move on. Asparuh did this with Tsvetanka and now with Liyla, finally having the two of them dead. Though he was protective over them, both were more of a burden to him than anything else. Neither deserved his full attention, not when they did not even embrace the darkness within. The darkness that would allow any Zhefarovich to fall victim to the woman who possesses it. However, none of which were strong enough to possess the one male to have conquered and took control of the darkness as a young child. Nodding slowly, as if he comprehended what Ylva was speaking of. “Perhaps meeting all those that you have eradicated at Hell’s Gate if you continue asking imprudent questions. If you wish to inquire of what I have done, and who I am, I suggest that you choose carefully. Often, I strike without warning.” This was all too true. There was a lack of a humorous emotion in his eyes. Nothing about this man was joking. He did not have a single funny bone in his body. This was why he was not able to cast the Patronus. He was never happy, and could hold no happy memory to use to be able to cast such a spell. Asparuh did not see a reason to use the spell however. He had other means of communication and defenses. Even then, he knew that he could meet his demise at the hands of a dementor or a lethifold, for he could not use a spell to drive them away. Her choice of air did strike Asparuh as odd. A female…heir? “How strange. Never had I heard of a family that used female heirs.” It seemed almost familiar. However, Asparuh and his family believed in mostly male heirs leading the family. “A pure-blood heir of the female sex and possessing qualities of honor, from what I gather. Sadly enough, there are not many that are like this in our times. If you do not actively search to conceive an heir of these qualities, then you might end your family line. Time and worthy people are growing short. Conceiving a child outside of marriage is always low and pathetic in my views, but they do not matter as it does not concern me.” Asparuh wondered if she would allow her family’s line to die out, but then again, the less people there were, the better. Asparuh had yet to witness Kvalheim out in the line of danger, proving her skill. It would not matter to him if her line died out. |
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| Ylva Kvalheim | Feb 27 2010, 09:45 AM Post #19 |
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Ylva, on the other hand, did see the funny side of the situation. She knew that Asparuh was being quite serious in what he was saying, and did not doubt that they would fall out if she stepped out of line, but Ylva had gotten a kick out of rousing him from impassive speech. However, her amusement at this and of many situations she encountered was locked firmly away and smothered beneath caution and suspicion. Once again, she chose to remain silent. It was at that moment that she realised that she liked him. Taken aback, she was silent for several seconds. Ylva was not thinking of him romantically, but in terms of character she approved of his mannerisms greatly. To her, he was all that a man should be; unlike every other pathetic male in the human race, thought Ylva. If I knew who had raised him I would congratulate them. Did all of the Zhefarovich's carry similar traits? If so, they were a worthy family indeed. It was a landmark in Ylva's life; there was no higher compliment she could have mentally bestowed. But, as always, it was internalised. Simple opinions were useless and nobody's business. There were more interesting things to focus on. "I fear you are right," said Ylva. She did not frown but it was apparent that the matter troubled her somewhat. "My foremother's considered this stage of life to be a trial and taught their offspring to view it as such. And quite a trial it has proven to be." To find a man of honor, strength, ... sanity. Ylva smirked to herself. A rare thing in these times. Someone fit to spawn a child worthy of her household. If I had more freedom of choice I choose a man of his stature, she thought, looking hard at Asparuh Zhefarovich. But then ... why did she not have the freedom? Perhaps it was worth looking into. Their conversation had been a distraction, but it might prove to be a future opportunity; she would wait to see how it panned out. Her mother would turn in the grave thay Ylva had put her in if she knew what sort of a man she might have found. "Divan," said Ylva suddenly, lifting her hand and gesticulating sharply to someone behind her. The bartender almost dropped his crystal glass in his haste to attend her. Placing the barely touched liqueur on the platter he offered, Ylva dismissed him once more and regarded Asparuh calculatingly and cautiously. The night was getting longer and she had something to ask before she stepped into any deep water. "I must know; are you familiar with any families you think might have what I seek?" It was a simple enough question and she could only hope that he would oblige her, whether he cared about her lineage or not. What was this, matchmaking? Asking felt almost undignified, but the ends could justify the means if he had something else to offer her. |
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| Asparuh Zhefarovich III | Feb 27 2010, 04:59 PM Post #20 |
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This woman was far more of value than many others as far as Asparuh could tell. There weren't many female Death Eaters that he approved of, but as always, he had a favorite. As of the moment, Asparuh's favorite female Death Eater (other than his sisters of course) was none other than his daughter-in-law, Nicolette Styx. She was such an improvement to the family than that one disgusting woman Namina. Oh how Asparuh relished in the memories of seeing her fall, seeing her in a bundle on the ground, before he made sure her body, along with Dorothee's, were never to be found. It was things like this that brought Asparuh some relief from stress - but not in any case was it happiness. Not even close to happiness. Asparuh's arms folded over his chest, and he eyed Ylva cautiously. How odd that her family considered her own age to be a trial, and Asparuh wondered vaguely if she were to ever pass the trial. For some odd reason, if she had spawned one, then she had better use that spawn before she would run out of time. There were ways to raise a suitable heir without a descent partner. Asparuh stated, "If you do run out of time, as far as I am concerned, age and time is against you. The sooner you find a man to conceive an heir with, the better the chances you have of survival. Labor is no easy task for the elderly obviously." Asparuh knew that was the reason why Liyla had passed so suddenly. Her age and her body couldn't handle childbirth, and it was too late to perform surgery. All-in-all, Asparuh assumed that he won out of the situation. Though he was handling it smoothly, as he did actually care for Liyla in some aspect, there was still something good that came out of the situation. Asparuh completely ignored the bartender and the question now caused Asparuh to go into deep thought. His ebony eyes closed, as he ran over the list of families that had purity in them in his mind. Asparuh could think of none, not any that came to mind that did not have a connection with his own. Slowly, eyes opened, he shook his head, "Other than my own, as the males were brought up similar to the mannerisms I have, I cannot think of any. I would have to go to the Zhefarovich Manor and research on bloodlines that in some aspect have had some history with my family." There were so many, some come and gone, there was just no way he could do that without his files at hand. It was a shame really. Truthfully, he did not care to have some other pure-blood lineage continuing unless he saw the use of it later on. It did not matter to him if Ylva did not spawn anymore. However, she inquired, and Asparuh answered, not hinting at all whether or not he cared. |
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| Ylva Kvalheim | Feb 28 2010, 12:38 AM Post #21 |
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Then he was in a position to seek out the information that she needed. Putting her in a potential position to see him more often. If Ylva played her cards carefully, she could be able to get what she wanted or close to it. His words had rung true for her; she was growing older and had suffered childbirth only months before, finding it utterly exhausting and had kept her in bed for a week thereafter. She felt that she could only do it once more, or even twice if need be, but no more. Ylva was not weak by any means, but childbirth sucked the energy from one like a dementor. She had worked hard to build up her stamina once more, but it was apparent that raiding muggle towns would be out of the question for some time yet. Now there was the matter of her future heir. Everything she had; her strength, her wealth, whatever there was for the other to gain was at their disposal should they give her what she needed. Ylva wanted this man to give her the child; or at least someone very like him. Now it was simply a question of making this seem like a favourable prospect to whoever she chose. She would make sure that they did not regret their choice. And if all goes well, they should gain a good night, two powerful and steadfast women and the loyalty of assassins ... though they wouldn't know it, thought Ylva, appearing just as deep in thought as she actually was. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked at Asparuh. "And what about your family?" The question said everything. Forgetting 'family connections', 'purity of blood' and other ridiculous crusades that other women of her standing liked to indulge in, Ylva just wanted a child worthy to carry her name; and there was little she wouldn't do to get it. Perhaps ... perhaps he or someone he knew could grant her wish. What a fascinating person, she thought. |
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| Asparuh Zhefarovich III | Feb 28 2010, 02:19 AM Post #22 |
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There was something suspicious happening, and immediately, Asparuh caught on. What in the world was wrong with women? Why did every one he had come across want to spawn with him? There were very few, but so far, it was just ridiculous. Asparuh tapped his fingers against his arm and he answered coldly, "My family is and will always be off limits to commoners. You have yet to prove yourself worthy, but as you continue here tonight, you could be higher than that in my standards. Ylva Kvalheim, you seek out a mate to conceive a child. Many have already found their love and married. I can only think of a few that could be a possibility, but it seems highly unlikely they would give you what you want." Asparuh paused for a moment, and he continued, "There is my youngest brother Vladislav, unmarried but he is not even worth your time. He is exiled from the family, but ask why and you won't live to see sunrise. I also have a twin, Arnost, however, he lost his love Thorine so I doubt he would be rather generous with sexual intercourse, even if he is more probable to produce a female." Asparuh thought over the members of the family, and Asparuh could think of only one more. "Axel Zhefarovich is the last one unmarried. However, he is highly unlikely as he has his eyes set on Avory McKenna." Asparuh glanced down, realizing that he had left himself out. As he did this on purpose. As there was an old saying out there that says, Save the best for last. Though most people in the family thought that Alphonse and Asparuh were in a competition whether or not who can have the most children. So far, Asparuh had more pure-bloods, but Alphonse had more children overall. However, neither were aware of this secret family bet. Asparuh's gaze landed on Ylva's eyes once more, with a piercing look to the soul, "I am aware of what you desire. Know this, sleep with a man of my stature, you will lose yourself to a man like myself. In the Zhefarovich Family, you will become a slave to the laws, and a slave before the Patriarch, who is also sitting before you. The child would bear the symbol of this family, as it will overrule any other blood it has it in. Your family would fall in their place, as I would gain control. It has happened to the Krassmira's, who are all dead. It has happened to the Mirayinov's, whose fates I have not decided yet. I have full control over the Hensel's and the Snow's. The child would be raised strictly under my traditions. This is why I tell you that this is unwise to seek out what you desire from my family, or worse, from me." |
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| Ylva Kvalheim | Feb 28 2010, 03:05 AM Post #23 |
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Luckily Ylva had not heard of the effect that Asparuh had on so many women; she might have thought twice about pursuing him herself out of principle. But she could not say that she was unattracted to him; there were simply more important things to think about. Persuading him, it seemed, would prove to be a challenge. Ylva was quietly confident of her worth to him, knowing that she was sound of mind, body and blood. Now it was just a matter of knowing what to say and when to say it. That was until he got to the 'best' part. Slave to the laws of the Zhefarovich family, slave to the Patriarch ... to him? What were these laws? All this for a child? If you were rolling in your grave, Mother, it would only be for laughter, thought Ylva sourly. Then again, there was little to lose in her circumstances. She was eldest of the two Kvalheims left on earth, having eliminated the previous two, and continuing her line was worth far more than a little subservience. As long as her daughter continued her family's traditions in tandem with the Zhefarovich's there should be no problems; Ylva would make sure that they did not overlap. Bonding to the blood of such a family could only mean better things for her child, and perhaps even for her children if she could better Araxfell's life with the partnership. "It would be unwise for someone who was uneducated in the consequences of such action and who had much to lose. But you know enough of my circumstances to know that despite all that I might endure, the situation could prove too favourable to ignore." she told him after a moment's silence under his burning gaze. "I have said," she added, "that I will bear whatever I must for the sake of an heir." Her chocolate eyes seemed to harden. "And I have the strength to bear it." Gazing into Asparuh Zhefarovich's eyes did nothing to abate her determination and pride. "Would you consider it? Anything you need to know, I will provide." In the back of her mind, Ylva knew there would come a time when the darkest corners of her family's history would be open before his eyes. Pondering this and finding it not an abhorrent thought, she knew her decision was right. Now it was up to him. She smiled to herself; there may be some hope in this after all. |
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| Asparuh Zhefarovich III | Feb 28 2010, 03:48 AM Post #24 |
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Asparuh listened to her words, as he had become aware that if she accepted, he would have to perform. Although, having a personal slave around the Manor wouldn't be that bad. Not even for her sake, because Asparuh did not need much nor did he request many things. This also meant that Asparuh had yet another family to control. Asparuh had to admit, he was power-hungry. He enjoyed having control over almost everything he came in contact with. It was just another piece on the chessboard to claim. That was all it meant to Asparuh. He would give her the very child she wanted, and in return, he basically would own her family, own her child, own her soul. There was an issue where the gender could not be determined. And Asparuh could also provide multiples, fraternal twins mostly. That mattered on the father, whereas identical twins, he had never conceived. Perhaps that was a good thing, because he could careless which was which. Asparuh warned, "I will do this, if only you abide to what I have said before. There would be no loopholes out of it. Leave, and you die, as well as the rest of your pathetic family. They will be hunted down, maimed and killed." It wasn't even in the laws. That was just something the Patriarch enjoyed to do every so often. And if Ylva were to be pregnant, she would be limited to so many activities to keep the descendant of the Zhefarovich family safe. Asparuh rose, and he outstretched his hand. Left hand, palm up. There still was no emotion on his face, but there was an evil smirk in his ebony eyes. If she took his hand, they would be off to the Zhefarovich Manor, where she would be bound by blood to them. Not by marriage, no. This was perhaps a bit harsher. "Once you take my hand, there is nothing you can do to get out of it. You say you will do anything to receive an heir, and yet, you will lose your family to me. The child will be raised by my laws. If your family traditions interfere with ours, they will be discarded. If you go against our laws, you and all your family will be killed. Is that understood, if you still want to accept this offer?" Asparuh could careless either way. It was just another family to him, another family to control. Another child to be raised to be feared in the community. |
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| Ylva Kvalheim | Feb 28 2010, 04:29 AM Post #25 |
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Raising her eyebrows as Asparuh accepted, a smile of satisfaction slipped onto her face. The future of her family's blood would be secured by this union. She did not like the look in his eyes, though. It was as if she was an acquisition. The look had been shared by many a man who had wed her, and the satisfaction she got from seeing them pale in terror only a year later as she wrung the life out of them was exquisite. But there would be none of that this time, no escape if the frustration became overwhelming. As he had said, it was do or die after she put her hand into his then. His eyes were chilling; it was not the foolish and weak look that her previous husbands had, but convicted and strong. He would possess her now. Ylva was slightly sickened, but it did not lessen her resolve at all. As she had repeated to herself several times that evening, the ends justified the means and if she could raise a powerful daughter with descendants only queens could match, her trials were nothing. At this stage in Ylva's life, what she left behind in the world was worth everything. "I understand," she answered simply and calmly, placing her hand in his. What a risk it was. Perhaps he had lied and did not plan to give her at child at all. So many possibilities; but if Ylva did not get what she wanted, all Hell would be unleashed upon him. If she gave up so much only to end up childless and in permanent, nameless slavery to another family ... the thought sent a quiver of rage into her stomach. The fire of potential energy was completely ignored and she calmly allowed herself to apparate with him to his Manor. All in good time, Ylva. she told herself. You will become used to this life soon. The girl would be a crowing legacy in her bloodline, glorious to behold. All it would take was time. So it was time for the fun part. |
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