The insence burning, the music playing, the mood was set. The dark room was shallowly lit with ivory candles in various places. Thick, velvet, black drapes hung on golden rods over loftly windows.
This gothic manor was inspired by the dark ages of the Midevel Times. The huge hearth was aglow with ever fading embers. Beyond this there were several bulky chairs cast around in a half circle. Next to each chair a small wooden endtable resided.Weapons of all shapes, sizes and types along with intracate tapestries, beatuiful paintings and exotic animal heads adorned the towering walls. Near the rear of the room twin french doors led out to a great balcony, with its patio and furniture covered in a blanket of pure, white snow. Over the countryside trees covered with snow seemed a neverending sea of pine and frost. An oak door carved with extreme care opened on the far side of the room.A youthful woman of about eighteen gracefully strode into the room. She wore a dark elegant dress the touched the floor. This was overlain by purple silk. From behind a long lioness’ tail waved back in forth as to draw you in to her clutches. Her azure hair, that shone like icy fire in the sun, was drawn up into a neat, yet polished bun upon her head. Standing tall on her head were two catlike ears that could her a pin drop from a mile away. Those emerald lionlike eyes scanned the room as if searching for an imperfection. Pale, unbroken skin and generous curves made up the whole of her body. As she floated across the room a single hand, with black fingertips, fell apon the back of one of those downy chairs. Blood-red lips cursed by the presence of like milky fangs pursed as if to speak something.She paused and cast a glance out at the thickly falling snow. A small sigh escaped those lips as she continued across the hardwood floor covered by different animal hides. Down a dark hallway she traveled until she met a grand mahogany staircase laced with gold. A slender hand ran down a side of those stairs as she followed a blood-red carpet into the lobby of the manor. On one side of her there was the dining room and kitchen, on the other a lovely parlor equipped with bar and alcohol. In front of her collosal oak doors opened to snow and country, behind her down another, but quite shorter, staircase was the sparring or training room. Above a chandiler hung from the elevated ceiling, numerous candles were ablaze with light and color reflecting against the vivid design. Her feline ears twiched as many howls rose up in a corus to the hidden moon from the forest. Those fanged lips drew up into a venomus smile. The crunching of snow under foot could be heard approaching the manor. Light tapping sounded on the oak doors she was facing. Gazing to the oaken entrence, the doorman opened one of those tremendous barriers to the outside world.