Welcome to Gaia! ::

Welcome to one of the darkest sections of the Mystical Realm where no living and sane creature will dare to take one step in.

There is a sort of foreboding energy that radiates from this particular place which attracts all of the vampires of the Realm. Either they wish to come or not is at their digression. But they will always know where in the realm they are based on that nagging feeling in the back of their soulless mind that tells them where the Dark Plains are and how to get there.

That is the name of this god-forsaken valley, the Dark Plains. It is so named for obvious reasons. This land is not forbidden but it is a deserted place from any creature who doesn't wish to die but filled with creatures that doesn't have souls and have this insatiable blood lust.

Here in the middle of this valley is a large ominous castle surrounded by the tall and dark trees and hills hiding the castle partially from the observer. Whenever the vampire or vampiric creature enters this kingdom, they will have to adhere to the Queen's laws or being dealt with in the most violent manner. Legends and stories have been born of stories from this desolate place, and most of them are non fictional.

Watch your step here if you are not a vampire, for you may become one before the night is over. For the creatures of night, feed freely and be yourself because we all are the creatures of night and we are meant to rule the realm.

( still under construction)

Vampires who resides here:
If you want me to put your vampire here, PM me and I will do so ^^


The Queen:



Vampires:

Victims (Any that dare to venture in this area):

A soft yet bored sigh escapes from Akasha as she stands on the balcony of the castle she recently cleared out of the humans or any stoways that have no worth to her. Her cat-like eyes rolls as she sees vampires prowling around in the garden with mares, enticing them to let the males feed off them while the virtually only female vampire beside her stand in the shadows watching in distaste. She looks up at the storming skies and mumurs to herself, "Come to me, my children of night. There is so many available 'blood mares and stallions' that cries out for your fangs to pierce their neck and take their lifeblood." She turns her head down and looks at the demons that occassionally comes and goes from the castle to hunt boredly.

"Where is chaos...where is the screams of the mere mortals?" Akasha purrs as her eyes gleams with mischeif while she walks away from the balcony with her hips swaying lightly under her clothing garment, seeking out a unwittingly victim that wandered in the castle and barcadded herself/himself in the room due to the fear of the vampires and demons prowling around. She walks down the stairs with her eyes scanning around for any victims but her nostrils flares up when she smells a very delicious scent of fear radiating from one of the rooms. "Ooooohhhh.....a delicous morsel just for me.." She mumurs as she slinks toward the door with an evil smile on her face with her fangs gleaming in the low light.

Body trembling and slicked with sweat, Vestakia collapsed in the dusty path she was on. She looked back, scenting the air cautiously, but didn't sense Zyperis yet. ... but he was nearby. The stallion had been tracking her for a long time now, for what exact purpose, she didn't know, although she knew it wasn't for anything good. She dreaded the moment when he would catch up to her yet again. She was tired of running, but she sensed he was more powerful than she, and she wasn't all that aggressive to begin with.

The purple mare grunted and labored to her feet, wings stetched for balance, clawed feet digging into the earth for traction. Sighing heavily, she trekked forward, hoping to find water for at least a drink, if not a swim as well. She was filthy and exhausted.

As formidable and dangerous as she looked, Vestakia actually wasn't very demon-like. Clawed feet, tattered demonic wings and curved horns showed the attributes she had gained from her father.. but inside.. she was very much the normal yuma. She didn't crave blood, death or destruction, she wasn't violent, and mostly, all she wanted was to be let alone. Especially since other creatures were afraid of her based on her appearance. The last thing she had wanted was to be out here right in the middle of the area where demons and vampires thrived. Shuddering at the thought, skin crawling from the taint in the air of this place, she continued on....



Zyperis smirked as he slowly tracked the purple and green female. He was enjoying this.. the hunt. Oh he would capture this mare.. and make her his. She looked demonic enough for his tastes .. and was a lovely little creature. He found her to be quite attractive. And the fact that she was weak.. meaning she could be easily controlled.. was even more enticing to him. How sad for her that she couldn't see how fortunate it would be for herself just to give in. No matter. She would in due time.

The striking scarlet male stetched his wings lazily and continued on his way, tracking Vestakia from the drag marks of her hooves in the dirt, and her scent in the air. He reveled in it... the scent of fear. He was tickled that he had found the little mare. He tired of females in this realm. They were all a little too ambitious for his tastes, and one simply could not trust that they wouldn't attempt strike him down when he least expected it.

He would continue on his hunt, taking his time, so that she would wear herself out completely. Only then would he swoop in show her that he would be her master.The longer she ran, the more her fear grew. The fear that was like an elixer to him. It was the fear that had kept him from going in for the capture. This was proving to be a most interesting expedition...

Savilla whirled around at the sound of a male voice and glared. She was still seething with anger and it took a moment for his words to sink in. She took a step towards him, the flames on her feet surged with her angry steps. "And just who are you to make that statement?!" she growled. "I for one would love to be queen. Those.. creatures have no right for that claim!" She glared at him and said , " But it would take a powerful force to defeat that wretch and her minions. Much as I hate to admit it, she does have power.." She continued to glare angrily at the male. Just who was he?