Re: Aleera/Giselle/Other?fanged_aleeraJanuary 4 2009, 03:58:19 UTC
The spectre of 'Aleera Velerious' looked gingerly back at her, clearly quite the proverbial fish out of water. Fingers experimentally curled around Giselle's, but an expression of discontent soon showed itself upon her unfamiliar features.
"These are not my own..."
At the question, the former vampiress darted eyes around the room, only really now taking in how uncomfortable so many others appeared to be. A development which made her feel slightly less insecure about things.
"I would like..." Words trailed off and determination took over. Aleera knew blood when she saw it and, while her nose was not nearly so acute as before, it still had a detectable smell. Bringing the glass of blood to mouth, she attempted to swallow, finding the substance still to her personal taste, yet, with dismay, also discovering the natural gag reflex in most humans.
Coughing with a splutter, poor Aleera looked quite disappointed in herself and the frustration was obvious. A second, repeated attempt met with much the same result, although she was able to swallow at least a small amount of the stuff.
Making an annoyed sigh, she glanced at something her now-human sense of smell was directing her to: The roast chicken might no longer be possessed of any blood, but far be it from Aleera to refuse an offering of flesh. Taking what she could of it onto a plate, her attention was similarly directed to an array of chocolate muffins. A variety of food which, for some reason, seemed right to equate to Giselle, herself.
"These," decided Aleera and sat down at the nearest table.
Of course, now would come the task of eating on a more physical basis than she was used to. Exactly the reason why she was now looking at the meal with a combination of creeping hunger and unfamiliarity.
Re: Aleera/Giselle/Other? (aka 'Thread of Awkwardly Adorable Eating!')fanged_aleeraJanuary 4 2009, 04:58:37 UTC
Fortunately, there were no contemporary, cynical voices at the table, to make sly comments about the two females who had shared moments of intimacy, now exploring the art of how to eat muffins.
Aleera might have growled, had there been so. Even if she was now forced to rely on human vocal chords.
"I remember this much, Giselle," Aleera replied, frowning, with a slight scolding tone behind the sentiment. She had been a lady, after all. The physical process, though...
When was the last time she had needed to personally chew?
It was like watching an infant try to figure out how best to use lavatory facilities. The knowledge was there and the basic experience was in place, but the practicalities of it were alien.
Aleera's skills with a knife, however, were naturally quite different to those of Giselle. The tool was picked up in the manner of a killing or torture instrument, even absent-mindedly twiled and swivlled between fingers, before pinpointing the most optimal place to stab and then doing so in the most efficient way possible. A swift, practiced slicing motion followed and the meat was cut. Aleera cocking Anna's head slightly to one side, as she indulged in the somewhat nostalgic practice of dismembering flesh with a sharpened edge of metal.
Not so much a meal, as captive victim, evidently. It might be wise to remember the to retrieve the cutlery after this, all things considered.
Yet, for all that, her next course of action was simply to take another portion, still very much on the bone and momentarily bare teeth, before taking pleasure in sinking them deep into the presented meat. She had been an awful lot more seductive, when doing so with Giselle, but this... This was her usual mode of feeding. Yet, there were no body fluids to drain and so an almost comedic sight of a very confused Anna, attempting to semi-successfully chew the mouth of chicken, was now seen.
Chewing for a bit too long, really... Glancing at Giselle, realising the possible social faux pas, Aleera tried to swallow her first solid matter in some considerable time and...
Hand reached up to throat and she attempted to speak, but the ability seemingly failed her. In fact, alarm was swiftly making itself very well known, indeed, because the vampiress had not even realised her lungs were now working and the unexpected blocking of air passage was now leading to flailing limbs.
Re: Aleera/Giselle/Other?fanged_aleeraJanuary 4 2009, 08:30:55 UTC
Cough! Splutter! Choke!
But finally, finally, the obstruction was released and Aleera sat there, heaving and gasping her way back to something approaching normality. Aleera's hand finding itself naturally clutching at the crucifix worn around neck, either out of muscular instinct or perhaps... Just perhaps... A little bit of something else influencing her mind.
Once having recovered, the former vampiress deciding that making sure food went down the right way was something she would most surely have to keep note of, Aleera tried to wash her throat down with blood, again. When that did not completely work, she had to resort to requesting Giselle fetch her a glass of water, which she would down immediately.
With the danger having finally passed, she looked up at the other redhead with what seemed to be a much more appreciative expression than usually worn.
Re: Aleera/Giselle/Other?fanged_aleeraJanuary 4 2009, 09:04:32 UTC
Aleera actually took the comment quite seriously and looked abck down at the food with a frown of uncertainty. This was a most troubling situation! The brain had unconsciously taken care of the process of breathing, but now she would have to keep aware of certain things which might get in the way of that. Temperature, too, would now be more of a concern.
Because of those very reminders of mortal frailty, Aleera now nodded and decided to be extra-careful and, glancing worriedly at Giselle's plate, looked back at her own and decided to be as cautious as possible. She ate with knife and fork now and, while it was not nearly so satisfying as using hands and oddly absent of any sexual gratification, it was at least safe.
She was also rather quiet, too. It had been a little while since Aleera had been in any real sort of danger and the thought of her life ending seemed... There was not quite so much of the usual thrill at cheating injury as might usually be experienced.
In fact, she was rather relieved.
Once the meat had been finished, of course, Aleera swiftly moved onto the cakes, which were unlikely to prove any sort of legitimate threat to her health. They were also quite the unusual thing to taste and enjoy, for such a predatory carnivore. Whlie Aleera might or might not have indulged in chocolate before, it was unlikely to have been very often and almost certainly without anywhere near the enjoyment of it, which Anna would have had.
By her finishing of the third or fourth, Aleera was also feeling something else very unexpected. Something extremely rare.
"I... I no longer hunger."
Always hungering, always thirsting, always seeking the next victim... But now that need was filled. Her appetite was assuaged in a way which could usually demand quite a number of victims before feeling similarly.
How would Aleera experience the world, without such an all-consuming need for food?
Aleera/Gisellefanged_aleeraJanuary 4 2009, 09:28:53 UTC
Giselle might not quite be a mother to Aleera, but perhaps an elder sister, of sorts, would be the closest analogy. An part-time incestuous one, anyway... Which, considering Aleera's personality, might not be thought of as in the least bit wrong.
Nevertheless, the point was, Giselle, for all her excessive goodness and cheerful smiles, had the potential to often set a very good example ofr her inmate. It just depended on whether or not Aleera chose to take notice, although that had been a good deal easier, since those initial bouts of satisfaction. If they had not come to pass, then Aleera would still be acting as unwillingly and disobediant as she first had and, almost certainly, would be using the new body to try and seduce, instead of her own.
Which, granted, she still might do, with the right individual. The absence of needing blood, however, was relieving her of a large percentage of any motivation to do so.
"Hunger is always a race," 'Aleeranna' explained. "The thirsting - such excitement, but so rarely satisfied. Here? Now... It is. And I am now in an absence."
In a way, it was an elaboration of why she was always so seemingly obsessed with biting, killing and feeding. Perhaps this very dinner session had been needed, in order to help Giselle understand her inmate's mentality, just that little bit more.
With hands in lap, Aleera turned to her teacher of sorts, cocking head on one said, muttering that she she could no longer hear something, then reached out to Giselle's wrist, capturing the underside with fingertips, detecting something, then releasing it to do the same to her own. Eyebrows lifted in fleeting bemusement and Aleera spoke of her conclusion.
"I have not known my heart to beat in an age... But it is Anna's. Every pulse is a different song. This is Anna's dance. I forget my own."
Not that it was spoken with regret or sadness. Merely an observation. Then, gathering thoughts, once more, Aleera concluded something else, too.
"Your animals would perhaps no longer fear me, as I am now."
And, rather weirdly, she was not feeling the usual feelings about teh thought of them, either.
Re: Aleera/Gisellefanged_aleeraJanuary 6 2009, 10:17:45 UTC
"I think..."
It took Aleera a moment of contemplation. Virtually all her activities, up until recently, had been focused on whatever diabolical pursuits she had been educated into enjoying, with her vampiric family or, most of all, the tracking, tormenting and consuming of prey.
One of those two primary factors had been negated, upon her residence here. The second... It was only just now becoming a void. A void which a steadily growing other personality was slowly, but surely, now creeping in to fill.
"I would like a bath," she decided. Not s surprise, perhaps. Maybe Aleera did that, regardless. What she would next say, however, would be more out of character for her. "And my cabin is too dark for my eyes, as they are now. I should light some added candles to function, much like your lamp and then... And then, once I have slept, I have the most curious compulsion to make myself useful at the..."
What was that place called, again? Aleera tended to have no need for actual exercise or at least, none which was known. Anna, however, was extremely active.
"The gymnasium!" She smiled. A smile which was, again, a lot more friendly than imposing. "Yes, I think there!"
"These are not my own..."
At the question, the former vampiress darted eyes around the room, only really now taking in how uncomfortable so many others appeared to be. A development which made her feel slightly less insecure about things.
"I would like..." Words trailed off and determination took over. Aleera knew blood when she saw it and, while her nose was not nearly so acute as before, it still had a detectable smell. Bringing the glass of blood to mouth, she attempted to swallow, finding the substance still to her personal taste, yet, with dismay, also discovering the natural gag reflex in most humans.
Coughing with a splutter, poor Aleera looked quite disappointed in herself and the frustration was obvious. A second, repeated attempt met with much the same result, although she was able to swallow at least a small amount of the stuff.
Making an annoyed sigh, she glanced at something her now-human sense of smell was directing her to: The roast chicken might no longer be possessed of any blood, but far be it from Aleera to refuse an offering of flesh. Taking what she could of it onto a plate, her attention was similarly directed to an array of chocolate muffins. A variety of food which, for some reason, seemed right to equate to Giselle, herself.
"These," decided Aleera and sat down at the nearest table.
Of course, now would come the task of eating on a more physical basis than she was used to. Exactly the reason why she was now looking at the meal with a combination of creeping hunger and unfamiliarity.
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Aleera might have growled, had there been so. Even if she was now forced to rely on human vocal chords.
"I remember this much, Giselle," Aleera replied, frowning, with a slight scolding tone behind the sentiment. She had been a lady, after all. The physical process, though...
When was the last time she had needed to personally chew?
It was like watching an infant try to figure out how best to use lavatory facilities. The knowledge was there and the basic experience was in place, but the practicalities of it were alien.
Aleera's skills with a knife, however, were naturally quite different to those of Giselle. The tool was picked up in the manner of a killing or torture instrument, even absent-mindedly twiled and swivlled between fingers, before pinpointing the most optimal place to stab and then doing so in the most efficient way possible. A swift, practiced slicing motion followed and the meat was cut. Aleera cocking Anna's head slightly to one side, as she indulged in the somewhat nostalgic practice of dismembering flesh with a sharpened edge of metal.
Not so much a meal, as captive victim, evidently. It might be wise to remember the to retrieve the cutlery after this, all things considered.
Yet, for all that, her next course of action was simply to take another portion, still very much on the bone and momentarily bare teeth, before taking pleasure in sinking them deep into the presented meat. She had been an awful lot more seductive, when doing so with Giselle, but this... This was her usual mode of feeding. Yet, there were no body fluids to drain and so an almost comedic sight of a very confused Anna, attempting to semi-successfully chew the mouth of chicken, was now seen.
Chewing for a bit too long, really... Glancing at Giselle, realising the possible social faux pas, Aleera tried to swallow her first solid matter in some considerable time and...
Hand reached up to throat and she attempted to speak, but the ability seemingly failed her. In fact, alarm was swiftly making itself very well known, indeed, because the vampiress had not even realised her lungs were now working and the unexpected blocking of air passage was now leading to flailing limbs.
Aleera was choking on food!
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But finally, finally, the obstruction was released and Aleera sat there, heaving and gasping her way back to something approaching normality. Aleera's hand finding itself naturally clutching at the crucifix worn around neck, either out of muscular instinct or perhaps... Just perhaps... A little bit of something else influencing her mind.
Once having recovered, the former vampiress deciding that making sure food went down the right way was something she would most surely have to keep note of, Aleera tried to wash her throat down with blood, again. When that did not completely work, she had to resort to requesting Giselle fetch her a glass of water, which she would down immediately.
With the danger having finally passed, she looked up at the other redhead with what seemed to be a much more appreciative expression than usually worn.
"Thank you, Giselle..."
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Because of those very reminders of mortal frailty, Aleera now nodded and decided to be extra-careful and, glancing worriedly at Giselle's plate, looked back at her own and decided to be as cautious as possible. She ate with knife and fork now and, while it was not nearly so satisfying as using hands and oddly absent of any sexual gratification, it was at least safe.
She was also rather quiet, too. It had been a little while since Aleera had been in any real sort of danger and the thought of her life ending seemed... There was not quite so much of the usual thrill at cheating injury as might usually be experienced.
In fact, she was rather relieved.
Once the meat had been finished, of course, Aleera swiftly moved onto the cakes, which were unlikely to prove any sort of legitimate threat to her health. They were also quite the unusual thing to taste and enjoy, for such a predatory carnivore. Whlie Aleera might or might not have indulged in chocolate before, it was unlikely to have been very often and almost certainly without anywhere near the enjoyment of it, which Anna would have had.
By her finishing of the third or fourth, Aleera was also feeling something else very unexpected. Something extremely rare.
"I... I no longer hunger."
Always hungering, always thirsting, always seeking the next victim... But now that need was filled. Her appetite was assuaged in a way which could usually demand quite a number of victims before feeling similarly.
How would Aleera experience the world, without such an all-consuming need for food?
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Nevertheless, the point was, Giselle, for all her excessive goodness and cheerful smiles, had the potential to often set a very good example ofr her inmate. It just depended on whether or not Aleera chose to take notice, although that had been a good deal easier, since those initial bouts of satisfaction. If they had not come to pass, then Aleera would still be acting as unwillingly and disobediant as she first had and, almost certainly, would be using the new body to try and seduce, instead of her own.
Which, granted, she still might do, with the right individual. The absence of needing blood, however, was relieving her of a large percentage of any motivation to do so.
"Hunger is always a race," 'Aleeranna' explained. "The thirsting - such excitement, but so rarely satisfied. Here? Now... It is. And I am now in an absence."
In a way, it was an elaboration of why she was always so seemingly obsessed with biting, killing and feeding. Perhaps this very dinner session had been needed, in order to help Giselle understand her inmate's mentality, just that little bit more.
With hands in lap, Aleera turned to her teacher of sorts, cocking head on one said, muttering that she she could no longer hear something, then reached out to Giselle's wrist, capturing the underside with fingertips, detecting something, then releasing it to do the same to her own. Eyebrows lifted in fleeting bemusement and Aleera spoke of her conclusion.
"I have not known my heart to beat in an age... But it is Anna's. Every pulse is a different song. This is Anna's dance. I forget my own."
Not that it was spoken with regret or sadness. Merely an observation. Then, gathering thoughts, once more, Aleera concluded something else, too.
"Your animals would perhaps no longer fear me, as I am now."
And, rather weirdly, she was not feeling the usual feelings about teh thought of them, either.
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It took Aleera a moment of contemplation. Virtually all her activities, up until recently, had been focused on whatever diabolical pursuits she had been educated into enjoying, with her vampiric family or, most of all, the tracking, tormenting and consuming of prey.
One of those two primary factors had been negated, upon her residence here. The second... It was only just now becoming a void. A void which a steadily growing other personality was slowly, but surely, now creeping in to fill.
"I would like a bath," she decided. Not s surprise, perhaps. Maybe Aleera did that, regardless. What she would next say, however, would be more out of character for her. "And my cabin is too dark for my eyes, as they are now. I should light some added candles to function, much like your lamp and then... And then, once I have slept, I have the most curious compulsion to make myself useful at the..."
What was that place called, again? Aleera tended to have no need for actual exercise or at least, none which was known. Anna, however, was extremely active.
"The gymnasium!" She smiled. A smile which was, again, a lot more friendly than imposing. "Yes, I think there!"
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