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They had academies for vampirina too.... 'finishing schools' for exotic enamoradas, so to speak. You see, those in charge of the training knew how powerful night-folk can be, but they never shared that information with us. Oh, we were aware of our strengths.... 'the look.'.... 'the grasp.'... 'the bite.'... and all that. Yet few new initiates ever knew how to sublimate, or fly, or effect matter (you'd call it magic) with their minds. Remember, technically, we were slaves and slaves aren't taught how to read...... But intelligent slaves manage to teach themselves.....
Every few days they'd evaluate us, just like dogs in a dog show... posture.... physical presence..... strength.... agility... muscle tone. And there was a certain waist-hips-chest ratio too. We had to conform to that. Height played a part as well. Not that we had to be exceedingly tall, but an imperious, intimidating stance was paramount. They fed us cleansing nectars to purify the skin. Then they waxed us from brow to toe.... Roman physicians were able to achieve a certain rudimentary form of plastic surgery and a small number of nonconforming noses were carefully fractured and reset. In some instances foreskins were restored too. Voice teachers taught us perfect pitch and subtle modulation. Later on, after transformation... after 'passing through the portal,' some became good singers, but that was just an extra added bonus.
We were paired with all types of partners. They watched us perform and took notes. But preferences and stamina change after vampirification, so these tests were only.... well, actually, I don't know what they were for. Perhaps for the stimulation of patricians and nobles invited to witness the proceedings, which always took place in an opulent, little, jewel-box, subterranean theater not far from our below ground academy. You see, even at that stage, we had to be kept out of daylight, for some of our teachers were vampirici...
Oh, we were 'named' upon transformation too. Such rarefied things we were. Aristocrats and potentates doted on us. You see, vampires are sterile and thus unable to pollute the harem, though much more powerful than any eunuch could ever be.... In short, the perfect weapon, or as close to perfect as possible. Betrayals did take place. But, then again, catapults misfire too...
Now excuse me while I dine.... Twins from the Tin Isles... My favorite..... Oh look, the blond one cries.....
(more next time)
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visit countless other places. click ~> where paranormal IS normal ... and join me on TWITTER at @wilkravitz ... your COMMENTS are very welcome too.
Every few days they'd evaluate us, just like dogs in a dog show... posture.... physical presence..... strength.... agility... muscle tone. And there was a certain waist-hips-chest ratio too. We had to conform to that. Height played a part as well. Not that we had to be exceedingly tall, but an imperious, intimidating stance was paramount. They fed us cleansing nectars to purify the skin. Then they waxed us from brow to toe.... Roman physicians were able to achieve a certain rudimentary form of plastic surgery and a small number of nonconforming noses were carefully fractured and reset. In some instances foreskins were restored too. Voice teachers taught us perfect pitch and subtle modulation. Later on, after transformation... after 'passing through the portal,' some became good singers, but that was just an extra added bonus.
We were paired with all types of partners. They watched us perform and took notes. But preferences and stamina change after vampirification, so these tests were only.... well, actually, I don't know what they were for. Perhaps for the stimulation of patricians and nobles invited to witness the proceedings, which always took place in an opulent, little, jewel-box, subterranean theater not far from our below ground academy. You see, even at that stage, we had to be kept out of daylight, for some of our teachers were vampirici...
Oh, we were 'named' upon transformation too. Such rarefied things we were. Aristocrats and potentates doted on us. You see, vampires are sterile and thus unable to pollute the harem, though much more powerful than any eunuch could ever be.... In short, the perfect weapon, or as close to perfect as possible. Betrayals did take place. But, then again, catapults misfire too...
Now excuse me while I dine.... Twins from the Tin Isles... My favorite..... Oh look, the blond one cries.....
(more next time)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
visit countless other places. click ~> where paranormal IS normal ... and join me on TWITTER at @wilkravitz ... your COMMENTS are very welcome too.
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