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Lady Alina Micella Dragoi (Ah-leen-ah)
The year 1877, in the Carpathian Mountains of Romania.
One Score and Five, (25 years) time seemed to pass much greater than it had right to do. One can not control the time any more than Adam could have controlled Alina. Not for the inability of trying, he merely did not understand her. Had he ever understood woman? He may have been created first, but his thinking was always that of a wee babe. A simple man, with no insight nor goals beyond his own pleasures. She had not been the Eve that had been Adam's ideal life mate, but she was not discarded as if she were some of the rubbish that had been.
The trip would be long, treacherous on narrow windy road. Through biting cold winds and howling wolves which seemed to chase the carriage as he raced along. Outside the wooden box, the long dead fingers of charred remains reached towards the heavens, a place she knew where there was no mercy there in. Rich lush forest fought it's battle to heal, but it had not swallowed it's dead that rest nearest to the road. A fire had taken much, but not all. Still.. There is something beauitful when she looked out over the blackened remains, still standing proud and roots deep. Defiant, just as she.
Where there is will, there is a way.
Landscape passed without notice, lost in reverie of past, present and never of the future. She had been called many things, Lilith first. Adam's first wife, God's first failure, the Original Sin and never ashamed of that fact. She had traded her knowledge of what was for a bargain she would never live to regret. Bestowed a gift many called curse but to her .. a kiss. And live, she would.
She had numerous gifts, ageless beauty and immortality to name but a few. She had lost count of the centuries, but she never lost memories of the many passions, experiences. She has been nothing to no one and has achieved everything just as well. A Queen, Empress, Lady, and Dia'vol. (demon) She has been called Strigoi (witch), Nosferatu (the undead), Goddess, lover, foe, friend and even wench; To name but a few. Her titles and name has changed more times than the number of beings living upon this round earthly mass. And to spite it all, she was still here.
Unpainted peach hued lips curled up into a smirk, little crows feet crinkling at the corner of her honey brown eyes in amusement of her thoughts. She looked to be approaching what men considered to be too old for marriage. Assuming she were always a window of someone, a Lady or royalty from some where. It mattered not, to you she would look to be in the prime of her life. A thirty something, confident woman. With full breast and hips, she was shapely and strong. Far stronger than any would suspect, but she was one lusty demoness. Succubi.
Families in the village would be settling down about now to eat their meager meals and ask about each person's day, or some other mundane nonsense. Evening chores would be about done when she did arrive, it is how she wanted it to be. She had little time and the sooner they got there, handled their bargain payment and started back for hearth, the better. While going to town was a quick trip, being the slope was in their favor, the climb back would not be as swift nor kind.
Josef came to mind, she had not given him thought until then, when she was within the hour of his farm, his family and lovely wife. He had four daughters to care for as well as his wife when he had come to her all those years ago, begging for a remedy for their ailments. A sevier fever was taking lives of every one and no one knew how to save a single soul who it ravaged. Had not batted an eye when she said she wanted the pick from his family of one son. Josef assumed he would father none as all boys had died and he had nothing but beautiful miniatures of their mother. Readily he agreed and now he had four strapping sons. Those last four born of the couple's brood of thirteen, were all sons.
Truth be told, Josef had no idea his wife had come to Alina asking for help with fertility either. She had to wonder what the men would look like now, as all were to be denied wives until she made her choice. Last year the youngest turned twenty, and now it was time to pay the family her visit.
What if they were all hideous toads?!
Expression soured a bit, but she would make use of one son in some manner. If not for her own, then perhaps a grounds keeper or groomer? She could recall Josef vaguely, a large man with large hard-working hands. He was handsome enough but his wife was almost ethereal in appearence. She had studied those little girls as well as the mother and could see the blood ties would be stronger and more favorable to their mother than their father. Would these men be feminine too? She had a small hope it would not be the case, merely their mother's beauty on the very appealing body of their father. She had gifted the wife with only the strongest of Josef's seed, each time she visited in the night. What was her name? Well, it too did not matter, 'Josef' had given his wife the sons she so desperately desired and now payment was due.
The farm was lit up, the barn doors were wide open and cattle were giving off a smell that was really quite offensive. Embroidered cloth in hand as furs were pushed aside, she stepped from the carriage to stand in a dirt flat yard. Ignoring the stillness that seemed to have taken the bustle out of this farm's life, she handed her driver her travelling cloak. All stood, staring at her as if she had two heads and snakes coming from some where uncomfortable. Her driver moved to shut the door and stand quietly in wait.
"Josef." She called his name, her lips smiling as the two older parents stood staring at her as if she were a ghost, a nightmare come to life. And perhaps, she were. Honey brown found ice blue under bushy dirt clung brows and then the sweet ocean breeze of his wife, Camillia. That was her name, had almost forgotten until she saw those eyes once again. "Camillia." A nod of regal nature tipped her dark head as she gave the now old woman a warm smile. Their faces were that of shock, then horror and then fear.
So they had forgotten after all.
"I believe we have business, Josef." The chill in her words would bite down to the soul of any god fearing man, or demon. Her smile evaporated with their cold fearful silence, she could almost hear their screams of denial and shouts to flee roaring loudly in their empty little heads. But she knew they would not give in, but it may take a moment for them to over come such fears and greet her properly.
"Yes.. Of course." Nervous hands brushed up and down his worn trousers and goat skin coat. "Take everyone inside." He murmured to his wife, but then he stopped and called to his four sons to go into the barn.
"Please Lady Dragoi.." Camillia's words found her, the woman ghost white and trembling. "Is there not something we can offer as pay-"
"CAMILLIA!" Barked her husband, giving no quarter to his wife, his love. As she did not understand the bargain Josef made, nor would she ever. But he knew, and Alina knew. "Take the girls inside." She could feel the pain lance the woman, but those eyes said it all. Camillia should have expected something at some point, repayment must be made. Life was hard, Alina knew it more than most.
"Do not fear for your sons, Camillia. One will be well cared for, educated, clothed and give so much more in life than he would get here.. Or anywhere else for that matter." A bright smile split over white even teetch , but Alina's words did little to soothe. Perhaps mothers were just inclined to being overly clingy when it came to their offspring? She did not know, nor wish to. She merely wanted to have her pick and be on her way. When the house door was shut and the young men were in their smelly little barn, she turned to Josef with a single nod.
"I trust that they have been kept from whores and promises of betrothals?" Strides ate up the ground as she moved right to the man and fixed him with a direct stare.
"Yesh, Lahdy" His accent thick and front tooth missing. He whistled a bit when he spoke, he stank of.. some kind of beast and the musk of natural rich soil clung as well. It were not as offensive as when it first reached her senses. He moved with a slow gait, injured or perhaps just worn out? Dismissed it as soon as it came, but she noticed things. Interesting things, large, small and even the most dullest of things, were filed in her mind. A protective habit, to study and notice. It gave her leverage, openings and often it revealed quite the opposite of what one was telling her. It did well to take notice of small things.
Inside the barn were all four sons, one slightly shorter than the rest, but they stood quite tall and equally broad shouldered. Dark eyes turned to her man waiting and gave a solitary nod. The man then pushed from the carriage and also entered the barn. Only her man turned and began to drag the two heavy doors to a resounding heavy thud, closing off the outside world with a near ominous finality.
"Please place them oldest to the youngest son, and instruct them to remove their clothing." Her tone was clipped, serious and the outraged gasps that followed were to be expected, and ignored.
"Quiet!" Josef barked out his order, fixing each with a look but could not quite reach the alpha potential it needed. He was ashamed!
.. How .. quaint.
"Lahdy Dragon.."
"Dragoi." Corrected him, to which the oldest son actually laughed at his father's humiliation.
"A Lady doesh not need to shee a man.." Josef would argue but it were upon deaf ear.
"You made a deal with me." She spoke so all would hear her words. "One son in exchange for healing and keeping your entire family healthy and living. A son of MY choosing, Josef. I would not take a horse without seeing it's teeth, quarters or hooves. I will not take a son I can not see for myself is healthy and strong, as he will be mine for life. The deal was made, my end has more than proven done on my part.... and you gave me your sworn oath." Her words grew quieter and harder, "I can take back the deal I made, and all will perish because of it. OR..." She attempted to smile and ease off her harsh tone and rising irritation, "Or my dear Josef.. you can simply do as needed and we can be on our way in no time."
Moments went by as they stood staring at one another, her words seemed to take the nerve and cockiness out of all in the room. They knew of her, no one did not know of the Dragoi strigoi and they knew her words would come to be true, one way or other.
Would always be true as she, or some thing made sure of it.
The eldest was the first to break the silence by tugging his tunic over his head and tossing it to the hay below. "It be needin' done, an' we wastin' rest tah be 'ere, she aught tah get whut she was promised.." His words weren't nearly as composed as he wanted, they were quite arrogant more than angry. The middle two looked red in the face, both wanting to say something but did not know how, or perhaps even what to say to all they just heard. Josef had not prepared them for her, that much was quite clear.
"It would have been so much easier, Josef.. Had you but been honest." And those words were always in hindsight for many. However none of this would sway her, and not one of them were safe until debt were settled. Her eyes lift to the elder man child as he stood there with arms folded over his paler chest, hip cocked and bare naked. The other three began to slowly follow direction of the eldest son and their father, shucking their clothing off to stand in half boots and no more.
The elder was overly confident, or trying to be, standing flaccid but proud. Maybe he assumed as he was the eldest, that he would be chosen? Handsome as the rest, but he stank of fear.
The second son was angry, shorter but a bit broader than the first. He glared at her as he stood there, aching to cover himself but fighting that urge to cower before a woman. A tick at his jaw line turned his hard look from appealing to tiresome, had the young man found love? She studied his expression, those eyes glaring hatefully at her before moving on.
The next was slimmer than the other three, but he seemed.. off to her. And when asked his name, his response was enough to tell her that he was far too off to ever be what she sought. Quite slow, grown but seemingly beyond mere lack of educating but perhaps hearing or speaking problem.
The last was tall, standing there in silence and his eyes were cast from her. He stood with his hands crossed and one hand fisted as he tried to make himself uncover his flaccid penis. She did sense a little anger, or perhaps it was the humiliation? Maybe hurt his father did not warn them of this event. She was curios his thoughts, wishing for a moment she could hear them just now. He seemed on the brink of .. something, mayhap words? Still he stood silent, waiting.
Stepping back she studied each from the front, beginning at their head on down to small toe. Their eye color, fullness of their mouth, lips. Their nails, fingers and strength as her hands did roam. She moved between them and made one by one open their mouth to see their teeth, for rot and missing. Checked their head for lice or balding, lumps of any abnormality. She inhaled each one's scent and even looked over their uncircumcised cocks. She moved behind them and watch all but the last tense. She ignored their mumblings and grunts, ignored the oldest sons provocation to try and rile her or gain attention.
"You will be well taken care of, regular bathing and proper meals. You will be trained in any subject and every activity I desire you to learn. If it is to dance, you will dance. If it is to read or script, you will be tasked with learning such. If you are to work the gardens, grounds or with my animals, you will be taught and expected to work hard, for life." She spoke as she moved around each young man, gauging their reactions to such news.
"Will one wea'h silky and live castles too?" The older spoke with some snarky bit of disgust, but he stared only at her chest while doing so. Remarks she ignored, noting that this son would be in hell if he ever truly had need of her services and pay dearly for it.
"You will also learn when to speak and when to remain silent."
Each had strong muscles to which she felt, each had wide shoulders and unscathed virgin backs. Each one was handsome, and one was simple minded. The eldest had a cock that would not please a goat and the youngest one was hung rather well. He would not look at her however, as he stared ahead and averted his gaze when she came round. Perhaps she was too quick to judge his mood and mannerisms, but it was he she smiled upon. Something about him, his features, build and mannerisms.
"I will take this one" She stood before the youngest, ignoring any protests of the room and smiled even brighter. "What was his name?"
"Nicolae."
The year 1877, in the Carpathian Mountains of Romania.
One Score and Five, (25 years) time seemed to pass much greater than it had right to do. One can not control the time any more than Adam could have controlled Alina. Not for the inability of trying, he merely did not understand her. Had he ever understood woman? He may have been created first, but his thinking was always that of a wee babe. A simple man, with no insight nor goals beyond his own pleasures. She had not been the Eve that had been Adam's ideal life mate, but she was not discarded as if she were some of the rubbish that had been.
The trip would be long, treacherous on narrow windy road. Through biting cold winds and howling wolves which seemed to chase the carriage as he raced along. Outside the wooden box, the long dead fingers of charred remains reached towards the heavens, a place she knew where there was no mercy there in. Rich lush forest fought it's battle to heal, but it had not swallowed it's dead that rest nearest to the road. A fire had taken much, but not all. Still.. There is something beauitful when she looked out over the blackened remains, still standing proud and roots deep. Defiant, just as she.
Where there is will, there is a way.
Landscape passed without notice, lost in reverie of past, present and never of the future. She had been called many things, Lilith first. Adam's first wife, God's first failure, the Original Sin and never ashamed of that fact. She had traded her knowledge of what was for a bargain she would never live to regret. Bestowed a gift many called curse but to her .. a kiss. And live, she would.
She had numerous gifts, ageless beauty and immortality to name but a few. She had lost count of the centuries, but she never lost memories of the many passions, experiences. She has been nothing to no one and has achieved everything just as well. A Queen, Empress, Lady, and Dia'vol. (demon) She has been called Strigoi (witch), Nosferatu (the undead), Goddess, lover, foe, friend and even wench; To name but a few. Her titles and name has changed more times than the number of beings living upon this round earthly mass. And to spite it all, she was still here.
Unpainted peach hued lips curled up into a smirk, little crows feet crinkling at the corner of her honey brown eyes in amusement of her thoughts. She looked to be approaching what men considered to be too old for marriage. Assuming she were always a window of someone, a Lady or royalty from some where. It mattered not, to you she would look to be in the prime of her life. A thirty something, confident woman. With full breast and hips, she was shapely and strong. Far stronger than any would suspect, but she was one lusty demoness. Succubi.
Families in the village would be settling down about now to eat their meager meals and ask about each person's day, or some other mundane nonsense. Evening chores would be about done when she did arrive, it is how she wanted it to be. She had little time and the sooner they got there, handled their bargain payment and started back for hearth, the better. While going to town was a quick trip, being the slope was in their favor, the climb back would not be as swift nor kind.
Josef came to mind, she had not given him thought until then, when she was within the hour of his farm, his family and lovely wife. He had four daughters to care for as well as his wife when he had come to her all those years ago, begging for a remedy for their ailments. A sevier fever was taking lives of every one and no one knew how to save a single soul who it ravaged. Had not batted an eye when she said she wanted the pick from his family of one son. Josef assumed he would father none as all boys had died and he had nothing but beautiful miniatures of their mother. Readily he agreed and now he had four strapping sons. Those last four born of the couple's brood of thirteen, were all sons.
Truth be told, Josef had no idea his wife had come to Alina asking for help with fertility either. She had to wonder what the men would look like now, as all were to be denied wives until she made her choice. Last year the youngest turned twenty, and now it was time to pay the family her visit.
What if they were all hideous toads?!
Expression soured a bit, but she would make use of one son in some manner. If not for her own, then perhaps a grounds keeper or groomer? She could recall Josef vaguely, a large man with large hard-working hands. He was handsome enough but his wife was almost ethereal in appearence. She had studied those little girls as well as the mother and could see the blood ties would be stronger and more favorable to their mother than their father. Would these men be feminine too? She had a small hope it would not be the case, merely their mother's beauty on the very appealing body of their father. She had gifted the wife with only the strongest of Josef's seed, each time she visited in the night. What was her name? Well, it too did not matter, 'Josef' had given his wife the sons she so desperately desired and now payment was due.
The farm was lit up, the barn doors were wide open and cattle were giving off a smell that was really quite offensive. Embroidered cloth in hand as furs were pushed aside, she stepped from the carriage to stand in a dirt flat yard. Ignoring the stillness that seemed to have taken the bustle out of this farm's life, she handed her driver her travelling cloak. All stood, staring at her as if she had two heads and snakes coming from some where uncomfortable. Her driver moved to shut the door and stand quietly in wait.
"Josef." She called his name, her lips smiling as the two older parents stood staring at her as if she were a ghost, a nightmare come to life. And perhaps, she were. Honey brown found ice blue under bushy dirt clung brows and then the sweet ocean breeze of his wife, Camillia. That was her name, had almost forgotten until she saw those eyes once again. "Camillia." A nod of regal nature tipped her dark head as she gave the now old woman a warm smile. Their faces were that of shock, then horror and then fear.
So they had forgotten after all.
"I believe we have business, Josef." The chill in her words would bite down to the soul of any god fearing man, or demon. Her smile evaporated with their cold fearful silence, she could almost hear their screams of denial and shouts to flee roaring loudly in their empty little heads. But she knew they would not give in, but it may take a moment for them to over come such fears and greet her properly.
"Yes.. Of course." Nervous hands brushed up and down his worn trousers and goat skin coat. "Take everyone inside." He murmured to his wife, but then he stopped and called to his four sons to go into the barn.
"Please Lady Dragoi.." Camillia's words found her, the woman ghost white and trembling. "Is there not something we can offer as pay-"
"CAMILLIA!" Barked her husband, giving no quarter to his wife, his love. As she did not understand the bargain Josef made, nor would she ever. But he knew, and Alina knew. "Take the girls inside." She could feel the pain lance the woman, but those eyes said it all. Camillia should have expected something at some point, repayment must be made. Life was hard, Alina knew it more than most.
"Do not fear for your sons, Camillia. One will be well cared for, educated, clothed and give so much more in life than he would get here.. Or anywhere else for that matter." A bright smile split over white even teetch , but Alina's words did little to soothe. Perhaps mothers were just inclined to being overly clingy when it came to their offspring? She did not know, nor wish to. She merely wanted to have her pick and be on her way. When the house door was shut and the young men were in their smelly little barn, she turned to Josef with a single nod.
"I trust that they have been kept from whores and promises of betrothals?" Strides ate up the ground as she moved right to the man and fixed him with a direct stare.
"Yesh, Lahdy" His accent thick and front tooth missing. He whistled a bit when he spoke, he stank of.. some kind of beast and the musk of natural rich soil clung as well. It were not as offensive as when it first reached her senses. He moved with a slow gait, injured or perhaps just worn out? Dismissed it as soon as it came, but she noticed things. Interesting things, large, small and even the most dullest of things, were filed in her mind. A protective habit, to study and notice. It gave her leverage, openings and often it revealed quite the opposite of what one was telling her. It did well to take notice of small things.
Inside the barn were all four sons, one slightly shorter than the rest, but they stood quite tall and equally broad shouldered. Dark eyes turned to her man waiting and gave a solitary nod. The man then pushed from the carriage and also entered the barn. Only her man turned and began to drag the two heavy doors to a resounding heavy thud, closing off the outside world with a near ominous finality.
"Please place them oldest to the youngest son, and instruct them to remove their clothing." Her tone was clipped, serious and the outraged gasps that followed were to be expected, and ignored.
"Quiet!" Josef barked out his order, fixing each with a look but could not quite reach the alpha potential it needed. He was ashamed!
.. How .. quaint.
"Lahdy Dragon.."
"Dragoi." Corrected him, to which the oldest son actually laughed at his father's humiliation.
"A Lady doesh not need to shee a man.." Josef would argue but it were upon deaf ear.
"You made a deal with me." She spoke so all would hear her words. "One son in exchange for healing and keeping your entire family healthy and living. A son of MY choosing, Josef. I would not take a horse without seeing it's teeth, quarters or hooves. I will not take a son I can not see for myself is healthy and strong, as he will be mine for life. The deal was made, my end has more than proven done on my part.... and you gave me your sworn oath." Her words grew quieter and harder, "I can take back the deal I made, and all will perish because of it. OR..." She attempted to smile and ease off her harsh tone and rising irritation, "Or my dear Josef.. you can simply do as needed and we can be on our way in no time."
Moments went by as they stood staring at one another, her words seemed to take the nerve and cockiness out of all in the room. They knew of her, no one did not know of the Dragoi strigoi and they knew her words would come to be true, one way or other.
Would always be true as she, or some thing made sure of it.
The eldest was the first to break the silence by tugging his tunic over his head and tossing it to the hay below. "It be needin' done, an' we wastin' rest tah be 'ere, she aught tah get whut she was promised.." His words weren't nearly as composed as he wanted, they were quite arrogant more than angry. The middle two looked red in the face, both wanting to say something but did not know how, or perhaps even what to say to all they just heard. Josef had not prepared them for her, that much was quite clear.
"It would have been so much easier, Josef.. Had you but been honest." And those words were always in hindsight for many. However none of this would sway her, and not one of them were safe until debt were settled. Her eyes lift to the elder man child as he stood there with arms folded over his paler chest, hip cocked and bare naked. The other three began to slowly follow direction of the eldest son and their father, shucking their clothing off to stand in half boots and no more.
The elder was overly confident, or trying to be, standing flaccid but proud. Maybe he assumed as he was the eldest, that he would be chosen? Handsome as the rest, but he stank of fear.
The second son was angry, shorter but a bit broader than the first. He glared at her as he stood there, aching to cover himself but fighting that urge to cower before a woman. A tick at his jaw line turned his hard look from appealing to tiresome, had the young man found love? She studied his expression, those eyes glaring hatefully at her before moving on.
The next was slimmer than the other three, but he seemed.. off to her. And when asked his name, his response was enough to tell her that he was far too off to ever be what she sought. Quite slow, grown but seemingly beyond mere lack of educating but perhaps hearing or speaking problem.
The last was tall, standing there in silence and his eyes were cast from her. He stood with his hands crossed and one hand fisted as he tried to make himself uncover his flaccid penis. She did sense a little anger, or perhaps it was the humiliation? Maybe hurt his father did not warn them of this event. She was curios his thoughts, wishing for a moment she could hear them just now. He seemed on the brink of .. something, mayhap words? Still he stood silent, waiting.
Stepping back she studied each from the front, beginning at their head on down to small toe. Their eye color, fullness of their mouth, lips. Their nails, fingers and strength as her hands did roam. She moved between them and made one by one open their mouth to see their teeth, for rot and missing. Checked their head for lice or balding, lumps of any abnormality. She inhaled each one's scent and even looked over their uncircumcised cocks. She moved behind them and watch all but the last tense. She ignored their mumblings and grunts, ignored the oldest sons provocation to try and rile her or gain attention.
"You will be well taken care of, regular bathing and proper meals. You will be trained in any subject and every activity I desire you to learn. If it is to dance, you will dance. If it is to read or script, you will be tasked with learning such. If you are to work the gardens, grounds or with my animals, you will be taught and expected to work hard, for life." She spoke as she moved around each young man, gauging their reactions to such news.
"Will one wea'h silky and live castles too?" The older spoke with some snarky bit of disgust, but he stared only at her chest while doing so. Remarks she ignored, noting that this son would be in hell if he ever truly had need of her services and pay dearly for it.
"You will also learn when to speak and when to remain silent."
Each had strong muscles to which she felt, each had wide shoulders and unscathed virgin backs. Each one was handsome, and one was simple minded. The eldest had a cock that would not please a goat and the youngest one was hung rather well. He would not look at her however, as he stared ahead and averted his gaze when she came round. Perhaps she was too quick to judge his mood and mannerisms, but it was he she smiled upon. Something about him, his features, build and mannerisms.
"I will take this one" She stood before the youngest, ignoring any protests of the room and smiled even brighter. "What was his name?"
"Nicolae."
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