The Entrance

The snow begins to fall just as you spot the castle. The road down to the village which sits beneath the large castle, is steep and rocky. A few short minutes later, you pass through a large archway which grants you entrance to the large castle courtyard. Cars and carriages have formed a ring of vehicles waiting to either drop of their passengers or find suitable parking. The valets are running in every direction, busily moving the carriages and cars out of the way.

The sudden flash of a camera blinds you as you glare through the window at the reporter. He can't see you yet of course, thanks to the tinted glass. You now notice that there are at least 200 reporters here, circling the entire courtyard.
A lush red carpet rolls down the stairs leading up to the closed doorway. Two human butlers stand at attention though their eyes betray their fear.

You watch as Ayra climbs the stairs and turns to admire the chaos within the courtyard. She grins, exposing tiny fangs and smooths out her dress nervously. Looking out over the mass of people she adjusts her mask carefully before turning and nodding at the butlers. They open the giant wooden doors slowly, and crane their necks to peer in after the lady as she ascends another staircase.

*walks up the entrance way dressed in his standard black leather pants, boots, black silk shirt, and a thin silk mask, makin his way into the hall

The dark night covered the small kitten as it ran down the path. As it stopped at the main doors, the green eyes peered at the camera's encircling the courtyard. It hissed at them with an absent mind before stopping still. A shudder in the midnight air, and instead of a kitten there was a young woman crouched on the floor.
She straightened up nervously and patted down her black lace corseted dress before waving her hand and conjuring a small black cat mask, embedded with green jewels. Her long blue black hair was left unbound to trail in curls down her back.
Donning her mask, Doom sighed inwardly and walked through the doors. Her descent up the stairs was slow - she was not the best at conversing in her vampiric form. Most people knew her as the kitten.
Taking in a deep gulp of breath that was not necessary for one of her kind, she stepped forward from the shadows and made her descent to the main floor, her eyes scanning over the crowd to find someone she knew.

*approaches the Event calmly, wearing a white calf-length dresscoat, black dress shirt and white tux pants, a black mask covering my left jaw and masking my eyes* Looks like I'm just in time... *cracks neck and sighs, ascending the stairs to the event silently*

Stepping lightly out of the carriage, she smiles at the reporters, her hair hanging out of a bun that compliments the small black mask that covers her upper nose and eyes. Shes dressed in a black and burgendy dress that hangs to her knees. She looks at the grand building in front of her with amazement. She begins to try and avoid the continuous flashing of cameras, but thats very nearly impossible. Watching all of her fellow Melanians walk into the vast entrance she continues after them with her head held high."This shall be fun" She says quietly to herself. She sees Aizen ahead of her and smiles.

"Hello, buddy! Howre you" She greets.

A slender cloaked figure moves soundlessly through the snow towards the entrance of the castle. The night air is crisp and a light dusting of feathery snow has settled themselves comfortably on the hood of the burgundy cloak. A flash of pale skin turns itself into the cold wind as if welcoming it's touch. The stillness of the figure was unearthly, the only indication of life was a small wisp of breath that escaped from ruby red lips. The figure moves quickly and nervously to avoid the cameras but one flashes a little too close and momentarily blinds her. She looks up in anger and surprise. She bares her teeth with an unexpected hiss and the cameraman quickly moves away to find himself a much more sociable target. The figure sighs and the hood falls over her face again leaving it in shadow.

The cloaked figure moves much more cautiously, carefully avoiding the already jittery butlers. She can smell the stench of fear on their skin and she allows herself a small smile for the first time that night. The smile quickly vanishes as she realizes she's at the entrance of the castle. She lets the cloak slide off her bare shoulder and a nervous butler quickly disappears with it into the cloakroom. The burgundy silk of her dress sets off her pale skin like diamonds in the moonlight. She hesitates. Her solitude had been her shield throughout her nomadic life not realizing there were others like her until she came to Melania. Her joy and excitement at finally meeting others of her own kind battled with nervousness.

She unveils an ornate burgundy mask from nowhere. She smiles another small smile. It's ironic to her that even such a small thing as a mask helps her feel like she's not baring her soul. With a deep breath and a stubborn set of her chin, she quietly descends to the main floor...

Anora slid out from the town car as the driver opened the door for her, she nodded at him as the gentlemen that would be escorting her took her by the hand. She was taken by surprise as to how quickly he got here. Thank you for accompanying me this evening. she smiled akwardly, I know this isn't something you are use to yet, you still being new and all here in Melania. She clutched his arm tightly while laying her head on his shoulder as he walked her towards the entrance of the building. Her thoughts settled on him, she couldn't help feeling anxious and slightly tickled he was back in her life. The last time she saw Noctilus was when she had left her family's coven many years ago, yet he somehow found his way back to her. She had her own accusations why he returned but she wouldn't try to figure it out just yet, not tonight atleast.

The chill of air brushed past them as they opened the door to the great hall, Anora pulled in her coat and shivered, she saw Noctilus go to ask her if she was cold and she quickly chimed, I'll be fine. she had a nasty habit of reading peoples body language before asked, a flaw she's had since childhood. She quickly took off her coat and handed it to the doorman, exposing her gown adorned by a matching masking veil. Ready? She smiled at him as she fluffed out her dress once more, It'll be fun. Trust me, have i ever disappointed? Anora clutched his hand and pulled him after her as the continued inside.

Noctilus was uncertain how long ago it has been since they had last seen each other, and was still in shock at how seemingly fortuitous circumstances had finally led himself back to her. Her - Anora, the one that had seemingly captured Noctilus' attention the moment he had first laid eyes on her, who was now alongside him as the two of them walked in silence towards the the castle. Dressed in a overcoat covering a classic black tuxedo, with a half white mask that covered his eyes, and curved upwards on the right side, he led Anora into the great hall. Just as he was about to mention the chilly breeze that had just swepted through the room after removing his overcoat, she had seemingly read his mind as she uttered I'll be fine, right before taking off her coat, revealing a creme coloured gown. It had been too long since Noctilus had attended such an extravagant event, yet his nervousness seemed to subside somewhat with Anora's assurance. She grabbed his hand, and led the two of them up the staircase and into the great hall.

A young woman steps out of a limo, dressed in a dark blue silk dress flowing over her slender frame, with blue matching heels, with her brown blonde hair flowly softly over shoulders while snow flakes falling on her. She smiles polietly at the gentleman who let her out the car, then she makes her way up the path while lights from camras flash around her, seeming to light up her dark green hazel eyes.

Once she reaches the top she smiles and curtsies at the gentlemen by the door, as they let her in. "Thank you." She smiles again before stepping into the entrance. "Hello."

Next a Corvette ZR1 with tinted windows softly growled round the corner to stop before the great doors. As the valet ran to open the door it clicked open and a slender lumious leg stretched out and he gasped in horror at his ineffiecency. Stepping gracefully from the car, amber eyes flashed him an amused glance as she spoke to the compelling creature that had graced her arm tonight.

As if a human could ever keep up with us

Walking round she slides her hand into her husbands as they made their way towards the entrace, her floor length gown lightly caressing the floor as they glided through the door. Passing the doorman she smirked, smiling just enough to show a hint of teeth as her eyes became lightly tinted with crimson at the scent of human blood before they made their way into the Hall.
With a quick glance around she placed the mask over her face, and lightly kissed Davrous on the cheek in farewell as she went to greet the hostess and others.

Nosferat found himself trudging through thick snow on his way to the Castle. Why did he have to live so far away?
Soon, he walked into a blizzard and nearly lost his bearings. Fortunately, he could see the lights of the Castle in the distance. Good. People were already there. "I do so hate to be the first to arrive," he chuckled to himself.

As he approached the entrance he took off his fedora and shaked the snow off before replacing it on his head. The black leather overcoat covered his entire body and protected him from the snow, which lazily ran down the coat. His black boots thumped up the stairs as he nodded a greeting to the guards, flashing his invitation. "I'm late, aren't I?" he asked, not expecting an answer. "Oh well," he said, "it couldn't be helped."

He walked past the doorman who held the doors open for him and entered a brightly lit hall.

kiyae wasnt prepared for the messenger asking if she would attend the masquerade. she had barely been seen, and she didnt even know there was one. she quickly threw on a dress and tumbled out of the door - clumsiness is a virtue. Plus she was late. she hitched a ride with a passing person who had a cart and hopped out and almost slipped in the snow. she blew inside the door puffing and realized she forgot her mask. Now everyone would know who she was...great.

*Walks in and opens the very large door, walks down the stairs and looks around* wow this place is really cool