Friday, January 25, 2013

a most special new acquaintance .

 Every Night comes alive In the Spectacular City of Venexia.
 There are stories building and wondrous tales yet to  unfold..
Vis Contessa Seabreeze of Bathory
 keeps a low profile in the city she  adores, the City Of Venexia .
In this most special city on the water that never sleeps .
Her nights are still full of surprises as she quietly keeps to herself .
Not many she trusts these days, for not many she truly knows.
In The Garden of Magic, Alone she quietly continues 
her fireball mastered training, perhaps the third eye .. The wind is her friend .
Things happen in and come from the breezes from the Sea .. Dark, Mysterious and quite Special things . 
Its rather hard to put into mere words for it is a most powerful  inner feeling. 
These feelings are not for mere mortals for they are deep and expand  in the mind of a chosen .
It is not frequent that a powerful mind of a chosen can be taken on a journey !
The likes that can stop us , make time stand still,captivate our attention.
 Tempt us, perhaps warn, or truly embrace our mind , teaching and exposing with wisdom .
 Tonight she meets quite a strange and unique phenomena .. of nature .
At first glance it seems like a mere swarm of Bats .. Alas nothing mere about these beings ,as
there is nothing normal about this encounter at all .
For it sparks her mind and senses tenfold, soothes her  yet Fascinates and excites her own curious depth.
It is the likes and feeling of nothing she has even seen or known before . 
At first she is approached then surrounded by the bats .. 
Then there is almost a surreal quiet as the creatures of the night 
first observe one another's existence. 
 For some reason, she does not feel frightened or annoyed nor wishes to shun the bats but rather, 
she observes in silence. She almost feels hypnotized by them as they too observe her.
But they are more then observing her, They seem to be about to communicate with her, Not with words.
Her mind is filled with a story, one she can not share at this point, for it is not her story to share, it is theirs.
Some how they even made her smile . laughter is something Chosen do not share with all . 
But, some how these bats were extraordinary refreshing ! 
 The story moved Breezy its was powerful, tragic and most unique  . 
Yet these Bats were not cold, they were full of knowledge, power and strength of .... 
dare she write, quite an impressive being. This all was something very different and new to her . 
How extraordinary she thought to herself .
Their knowledge over centuries was shared, they seemed to understand the City and were quite aware!
Soon it was almost day break, the bats mentally 
advised Breezy the night had come to a close and it was time for her 
to gingerly  return to her home .
Breezy nodded .. and spoke for the first time all night whispering
 Thank You ..
The Bats .. flew around her and surrounded  her .
She felt a warm sense for she knew with out a doubt
 she had just made a most special new acquaintance . 

Monday, September 17, 2012

The LeStat Sabat Presents The Autumn Festival

 Come One Come All !!!
All are welcome !!
Don't Miss this Wonderous Celebration !! 

Monday, July 30, 2012

Holy Festival Of Lestati


Wednesday August 1st 
Come One Come All
Celebrate 
Festival Of Lestati 
Gold , Purple and Black.
1. Attire Must be in those colors.
2. Music in the streets at intervals throughout the day


Schedule of Events:


10am: Painting Contest starts
Judge: Antonio di lestat (shadowv resident)
Topic: Nudes or Sensual Portraits
Prize: 1000G


11am: Poetry Contest starts
Judge: Dom di Lestat (domminic resident)
Topic: Love (of anything)
Prize: 1000G


1pm: Dance Macabre
2pm:  Japanese Kimono Fan Dance
4pm: Holy Blessing Ritual
6pm: Burlesque Dance
8pm: Flamenco Dance

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Reward !!!!! MISSING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She Rushed up the steps most cheerfully ..
So much to share with all ..
The Viscontessa was working on The Amazing Weekend Recap ..
Gasp !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Her beloved Printing Press is Missing!
1000 Gold Reward 
to the One that Returns it !!!
No Questions asked .."Hisss"
Just please return It !! .. 
Todays' post sponsored in part by
The Sweet Taste of Agony

Hungarian


Az édes íz a kín

Az édes íz a rettegést, és fájdalom van, hogy az élvezetek.
 A halálos kínzás közepette folyik, a gazdag íz, és ízletes Bouquet.
English Translation


The Sweet Taste of Agony
The sweet taste of terror, and agony, is what delights this vintage.
 Drawn from a mortal in the midst of torture,
 flowing with the rich flavor of adrenaline, and delicious bouquet of horror.
made, created and gifted by
Lirynn Kenin
The perfered Wine of The Bathory Chosen

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Festa del Redentore_Ball Today The Teaser




The Blessing  The Feast  The Battles  
All have been done  With Class and excitement 
for and from all and Now For Today 
Sunday, July 22nd - 
The Ball & Celebration Fireworks
The Piazza and Library Rooftop

11am - Guests Arrival 

11:30am - Ball Opening Ceremonies with Baroness Zandra!

12pm - A Dance Macabre by the Le Arti Dannosi Lestati

1pm - A Musical Interlude by the Creatori di Sangue Lestati

4pm - Celebration Fireworks!
Festa del Redentore_
Ball Teaser

 Written by Eleni Ambroso
The Chosen lay in bed, her boy toys draped across her porcelain skin after a long night of ... 
well let's just say pleasure and pain. She stroked the head of one of boys, 
the contrast of his jet black hair against her pale skin holding 
her curious eyes for the moment. He stirred a bit and she frowned, 
the vile creature was still breathing. 
No matter, his blood was sweet enough to taste again ... 
at least one more time.
Her menu planning was disturbed when her personal gaunt drifted through the room.
 This particular gaunt was more needy than the typical 
and the Chosen did not trust her in the least.
Her eyes caught a hold of something magnificent in the gaunt's arms.
 Draped across them was a most magnificent blood red gown 
with lovely gold detailing along the hems of the skirts. 
The color so rich, it seemed to glimmer like a diamond 
when the light touched it. 
The gaunt smiled knowingly to her mistress. 
Her Chosen's passion for fashion was almost greater
 than the one she had for young blood,
 "Your ball gown My Lady ... for the upcoming festa.
 I believe it's called, 'The Festa del Redentore?'" 
She hung the gown on the wooden mannequin in the Chosen's room,
 fluffing and primping the gown as if it were actually on her mistress'
 perfectly white marbled form.
The Chosen licked her lips as she eyed the gown,
 lifting her body from the pile of last night's feast without any regard.
She moved toward the gown, graceful and nude, 
her fingers playing over the soft silk material of the gown.
 "And where did you get this exquisite gown, my pet?"