- Messages
- 466
- OOC First Name
- Kaitlyn
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Widow
- Sexual Orientation
- Heterosexual
- Wand
- Formerly BlackOak/Ebony Mix 15" Core of Vampire's Blood and Bloodwood 14" Essence of Acromantula Web
- Age
- 10/1949
Even after dying, Arnost had been dead for almost a year now, and somehow he had lost track of his beloved daughter, Vixen. Also, the ghost of Thorine had vanished as well. If their love was true love, then why would she have left so suddenly, and where was his daughter? Christian seemed to have gone as well, but Asparuh still had Ivaylo, the last of Thorine's children. Jealousy was overwhelming, but he had many marvelous children with countless women. However, there was one that he was not supposed to have loved, but he had, and somehow still did. That was Axelle Lefevre, turned Zhefarovich but now back to Lefevre. Arnost yearned to touch the pale skin upon her cheek, and lusted for her even though he was dead and could no longer 'feel', but he could remember. Arnost was not really a being anymore, but he was a 'has been'. He glanced down at his finger, and noticed that even now, he had his wedding band, from when he had married Axelle. He thought that he had taken that off the battle where he had died. His hand clinched into a fist, and he looked up to see that he was in the Zhefarovich Manor. The place of his death was in the Snow Manor, but he did not want to really stay there longer than he wanted. Their leader's father once killed him, in a way, but Arnost had slaughtered him first. That was always comforting for the now ghost. He'd never get to taste life again, but from what he will remember, he will enjoy it. Shame that he would never have his long hair again. He touched what remained of it. It was still long, but it was short compared to what Arnost was used to. Arnost had been to see his new granddaughter, Astarte Snow, and even now, he could see that she would have adventures in the future, as well as be a valiant learner of the Dark Arts.
Arnost needed to see how his other children were doing, the one where the mother was Axelle. It might be a good excuse to see her again, even though he had told her in her sleep that she should move on. He'd want her to be happy, but in a way, he wanted to be the one that she loved forever. He was selfish, and he knew it. Arnost knew where he would have to go, and within a few moments, he was in the Lefevre Manor, traveling through the house vaguely recognized as he had been here countless times, more often alive than not. Arnost went down the familiar corridors, and he found where his children were sleeping soundly. His triplets were two-years-old now, and his youngest daughter was barely one. They were growing up so fast, and he could not resist watching over them as they slept. Alethia would not be able to speak just yet, however one of his triplets had woken up, the oldest girl named Aurelie, and she had spoken in a beautiful voice, "Daddy!" Arnost smiled down at his daughter, before he realized that Aurelie had spoken loud enough to alert anyone nearby. Arnost rose up in the air, and looked as though he was sitting down. One by one, the four children had woken up and were peering up at their father with a white glow around him, as all ghosts looked. Vivienne inquired tiredly, "Is Daddy an angel?" Arnost could not resist laughing at that, before he smirked down at his young children. So much they needed to learn. "Not quite." Voices had alerted someone. He turned his eyes toward the entrance to see who had been alerted enough to see this former man.
Arnost needed to see how his other children were doing, the one where the mother was Axelle. It might be a good excuse to see her again, even though he had told her in her sleep that she should move on. He'd want her to be happy, but in a way, he wanted to be the one that she loved forever. He was selfish, and he knew it. Arnost knew where he would have to go, and within a few moments, he was in the Lefevre Manor, traveling through the house vaguely recognized as he had been here countless times, more often alive than not. Arnost went down the familiar corridors, and he found where his children were sleeping soundly. His triplets were two-years-old now, and his youngest daughter was barely one. They were growing up so fast, and he could not resist watching over them as they slept. Alethia would not be able to speak just yet, however one of his triplets had woken up, the oldest girl named Aurelie, and she had spoken in a beautiful voice, "Daddy!" Arnost smiled down at his daughter, before he realized that Aurelie had spoken loud enough to alert anyone nearby. Arnost rose up in the air, and looked as though he was sitting down. One by one, the four children had woken up and were peering up at their father with a white glow around him, as all ghosts looked. Vivienne inquired tiredly, "Is Daddy an angel?" Arnost could not resist laughing at that, before he smirked down at his young children. So much they needed to learn. "Not quite." Voices had alerted someone. He turned his eyes toward the entrance to see who had been alerted enough to see this former man.