Of Vases and Generosity
Word Count: 250
"This is an exquisite piece of work," the Lord remarked, picking up a glass vase with an intricate vitro design, his crimson gaze filled with appreciation.
"It is one of Frankenstein's creations," Raizel revealed, his usually colorless voice tinged with a shade of pride.
"I should have known it was his work. All these bright colors remind me of a peacock tail!" the blond noble burst out in raucous laughter. Unfortunately, the animated movement caused him to lose his grip on the delicate vase. A shrill sound reverberated through the mansion as the vase shattered into myriad fragments.
The Noblesse exhaled a long sigh, knowing full well how much Frankenstein valued his possessions. A strangled gasp echoed – right on cue – when a wide eyed Frankenstein appeared to investigate what the loud sound had been. A dark aura engulfed the human, his head hung low and the corners of his lips twitching.
"Ahahaha… oops?" the Lord laughed nervously, bending to pick up the broken pieces and accidentally cutting himself on the jagged edges.
"As an apology for breaking the vase, you can have my blood!" the Lord exclaimed when the thought struck him. Of course, his precious blood could not be compared to the value of a mere vase, but he was a generous lord. The human male should be overjoyed at his offer.
"My vase –" Frankenstein lamented brokenly, not paying attention to the lord's words.
"It was a good vase," Raizel added after a stagnant pause, patting Frankenstein's shoulder.
Of Rights and Dinner
Word Count: 250
"How dare you challenge the Lord, you impudent human trash!?" Urokai seethed with white-hot rage after Frankenstein had brazenly issued a challenge to the lord.
Not this again… Gejutel stifled a deep sigh. Knowing the Lord's personality, this would not end well.
"Bahahaha! Very well! I will fight you if you defeat all the clan leaders. I am the Lord after all; you must first earn the right to challenge me," the Lord proposed, highly amused. No one had ever challenged him to a duel before. He actually felt thankful to the human man for providing him with such entertainment.
"Are you afraid of a mere human? No matter – fighting one or thirteen of your kind makes no difference to me. Give it your best shot, oh great nobles!" Frankenstein cackled maniacally, his sadistic side rearing its ugly head. His insulting speech was the drop that spilled the cup. Many clan leaders – Urokai first of all – lunged towards the grinning madman.
"Frankenstein." A passive voice interrupted the commotion as a dark haired male pressed a hand on Frankenstein's shoulder.
"M-master!?" Frankenstein fretted, expecting to be chastised for his misconduct.
"It is time for dinner," the Noblesse announced, silently reminding Frankenstein of his failed duties.
"Is it so late already? Well, then, take a rain check?" the blond human flashed the flabbergasted nobles with a taunting smirk, following after his master.
Why did you even come here? Gejutel mused dejected, trying to restrain an out of control red headed clan leader.
Of Beasts and Insomnia
Word Count: 200
"In the name of the Lord! What is that horrible sound!?" Rozaria hissed, covering her ears with a grimace. Every night for the past month, beastly roars could be heard throughout the palace, interrupting everyone's sleep. The Lord had ordered them to ignore the commotion, but it was becoming nerve wracking.
"It could be a wounded animal," Ludis rubbed his chin with a thoughtful expression.
"This unattractive sound must stop at once!" Karias took charge, marching towards the direction of the roaring. He would apologize to the Lord for disobeying his command, but he desperately needed his beauty rest. He was beginning to sport black circles under his eyes, and this was simply unacceptable.
"Karias, wait!" Rozaria and Ludis ran after the blond noble tiredly.
However, all three of them stopped dead in their tracks when they finally discovered the source of the obnoxious ruckus.
"Wounded animal indeed…" Rozaria muttered with astonishment, not believing her eyes.
Kaye was surrounded by a band of gorillas, fighting against them barehanded. The Lord clapped his hands with exuberant joy. Every time the white haired noble managed to overpower a poor animal, the Lord threw bananas at them as a treat for their efforts.