He was fashionably late, yet even so Rahim lingered just one more moment in the hallway outside, desiring at least some hollow illusion of control before he'd toss himself into the ballroom, along with the mass of people he knew he would inevitably be drawn to like a moth were always drawn towards the light. But unlike the moth, temptation was provided him not by the gentle illumination of lamps or candlesticks - it was the presence of the people themselves, and the blood running inside their veins. Oh, he could sense the natural flow of this delicious liquid sheltered by their fragile bodies like it had its own distinctive smell - and it was enough to drive him mad with lust, even if he had been so careful as to grab himself a snack before he arrived.
The sensual creature took a sharp breath, knowing that his absence would surely be noticed, and in time questioned by the host if he did not show himself as one of the guests very soon. He knew well the bride's father, as well as the groom and his father - all of them being valuable patrons and acquaintances to which he wanted to keep a good connection.
At last he entered the room, making sure his appearance was flawless and impressive as could be. His
costume carried much inspiration from the tales of old rulers and warriors of the land; and the long sabre he carried by the belt was indeed real - alas, unfit for its once intended use these days, it existed mainly as a decoration.
Quite as Rahim had expected upon entering the crowded area, he felt something akin to what a lion would have to feel threading among the grazing pack of zebras; if one imagined the lion attempting to pass off as one of his prey, all the while his primeval instincts whispered sweet secrets into his ear, and reminded him of all the ways in which he could never truly become a zebra.
There was in a way a feline quality to the noble Essyrni vampire, aside from the metaphor; from the look deep within his brown eyes to the way he carried himself with the raw, suppressed energy of such an elegant creature. Rahim allowed that air of dignity to remain a part of his presentation even as he treated his fellow guests generously; with a profound sense of good manners and grace.
A delighted smile grabbed a hold of his face while he diverted himself watching the young ladies group together, innocently smiling and dancing whilst tossing subtle gazes at the men. They of course received similar glances in return; the men with little doubt being interested in the game. It also appealed to Rahim, who stepped forth almost as on a whim. The women's faces were undeniably pleasant to look at, and their bodies well-shaped and seductive. Whomever made it off with any of these bejeweled maidens in the end would be a lucky fellow, by all means. Their male relatives would do very wisely to keep an eye on their ladies, lest it could well happen out of wedlock.
Oh no, we wouldn't want that, would we?"Pardon Miladies, I am looking to congratulate the lucky young bride, that would not happen to be one of you, would it?" Rahim inquired as he stepped out of the crowd, allowing himself to be admired as an individual rather than adding to the general blur of anonymous bodies all around them. He offered a courteous bow in the women's direction, his eyes already reflecting an innermost flame of desire when he greeted them; marvelling at their beauty as he spoke.
