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Post by BlackRose on Jul 19, 2009 23:19:16 GMT -5
Her feet touched the ground softly and slowly. She was immensely enjoying her night walk. she had feed earlier that evening just as the sun set. She placed her hand on a tree feeling the pulse of life flow through the tree, the forest was alive with such an abundance this night. Though it was very quiet, not what she was used to. The forest was normally incredibly noisy as the sun just descended into the horizon.
She pulled down her hood of her hood, while looking down at the creek seeing nothing in the water. She had no clue to what she looked like anymore, unless he opened the chest in her house that had her portrait in it. She herd an owl hoot as it flew by her from a tree. She furrowed her brow, at something in the mud, tracks and not just any tracks. She hissed lightly 'werewolf'.
She turned around and looked up at the sky it was clear and full of starlight but what caught her attention was the full moon. Werewolves are at there strongest on these night. If she was an onlooker she would have seen the image she made. All dressed in white and bathed in the moonlight. She seemed like she would vanish in a instant if the moon vanished.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Jul 20, 2009 8:15:38 GMT -5
Modeus was walking though this neck of the woods also, and like the vampire, he was alone too. Yet again his elder brother refused to depart the town with him, they had a nasty argument about Modeus ’weaknesses’ once again. He was walking through the forest, his large blade mounted to his back as always. He wasn’t to afraid, only he was lost, but hadn’t realized it yet. Finely he got to a clearing and heard running water, taking a deep breath, unlike his brother he would admit to failing something and take ‘help’ when handed to him. He headed towards the stream, almost as quite as a ghost. But that’s also when his eyes came up to meet a really ghost-like woman. Yet she seemed to be in a solid form so he doubted it.
He brushed back his hair. “H-Hello?” he asked calmly also quietly but lost enough to hear. “are you lost out here, ma’m?”
[[sorry such short post x.x]]
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Post by BlackRose on Jul 20, 2009 20:54:46 GMT -5
She turned her head to the elf over on the other side of the creek. she raised an elegant eyebrow at the elf.
"lost dear child, i don't think I've ever been lost." she let a small smirk fall on her lips as she closed her eyes and let the moonlight caress her face.
"though i do have to wonder, what your doing out here?" turning her attention looking at the print on the ground then to her new found elf. it wasn't his foot print she new that for certain.
she turned to face him and tilted her head to the side. "you yourself seem lost out here." a small smile was placed on her dark lips.
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He looked up at the fading light he waited, soon he would hunt and his growing hunger would be full filled. This country he could detect no one that would or could hunt him and if they tried they'd fail. He'd make sure they'd fail.
The man was huge as any human goes, bulky and strong like an ox. He'd make Nords wonder if they should fight him. He watched as the last rays of light vanished from the horizon and the stars glittered. The giant of a man walked out into the glade the moonlight hitting him directly.
The change warping his muscles, his bones a agony he has gotten used to over these last few centuries. His front fell forward, he caught himself with his large arms now wolf like his strong face caught in a snarl as he smelt it, vampire.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Jul 20, 2009 21:13:12 GMT -5
Modeus looked at this strange woman, ‘Vampire’ never dawned on him even with his being spent so much around vampires, it just didn’t bother him, of course Baal was always there, and though Baal wouldn’t admit to it, he always did stand up for Modeus. He frowned lightly and shook his head. “yes I suppose I am lost.” he frowned then looked to the stream.” but I heard the stream, and thought I could fallow it so all should be fine.” he gave a small nod and walked closer to her or better yet the water and yanked a leaf off a branch and tossed it in and watched the current carry it away. “well.” he smiled lightly. “I’m sorry if I bothered you.” he gave a small bow.
[[Im so sorry crappy post DX]]
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Post by BlackRose on Jul 20, 2009 21:41:00 GMT -5
She chuckled warmly at the elf. "your a high elf aren't you? your manners are wonderful." she smiled at the elf. "you don't have to leave. and this stream leads to a rather beautiful pond. come I'll walk with you. the fireflies dance among the water flowers at night. it is amazing sight to behold. " she said as she smiled. and walked over to the elf. "and after that we will return to the city together, whether you got to the city or not is your choice."
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The large werewolf took his time walking through the forest. the vampire's sent was in the forest it was here often. he'd find it, and went he did he'd rip it to shreds. or kill it agonizingly by giving it the 'gift'. The large lycan laughed and trotted through the forest. sniffing the ground and trees. he found the trail, the hunt was on.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Jul 20, 2009 21:48:21 GMT -5
Modeus blinked looking up at her. “ah…yes I am.’ he blinked a face flushing a little he looked away. “to …..a pond?” he asked looking back towards the water looking both ways, it must had been further off that she was talking about, but was it really so bright to go off with some strange woman? She seemed nice enough but that’s how accidents happened….if he got hurt would Baal come looking for him? of course assuming he found out somehow….
He took a deep breath after a short time and smiled lightly. “sure maybe…for a little wile, since you seem to know where your going, if its not a problem?” he tilted his head lightly. ‘hah…also get my mind of my rotten brother.” he scratched his neck.
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Post by Immortal Swine on Jul 21, 2009 9:48:55 GMT -5
Draken was in that stupid fort for weeks and weeks!!. Damned weak stones collapsed over him, trapping him under feet and feet of hard stone and concrete. Nothing but a small section for him to move and walk around, a tight space. No light, nothing. Just complete and utter darkness. Draken had the hunter`s sight but why use it when no prey was around?. It tortured him, seeing rats scurry few feet away and he could not bite one..feed on one. The rock walls did not allow him to get them, no holes where in the ground so he can get them.
Madness..blood..blood...blood..blood. Draken was so thirsty,,it felt as if he had no drank in an eternity..if four weeks was bad enough, imagine 30 years!. Draken could not help but think its funny. Most of the time there, he had been sleeping, the only thing to awaken him was the hunger..the thirst. When it calmed, he slumbered again. Weeks passed by like years. It was annoying. There was no way out. The entrance was blocked by tons of rock and behind him was nothing more than piles and piles of stone and concrete. Draken shouted in dispair, angrily raising his fist. Walking around, back and forth. His skin was pale..wrinkled. His face had aged and his fangs could not be hidden, they where petruting from his gaunt and horrific face, Oh he felt strong, powerful. Faster..thirstier. No one would save him..Raven was gone with Rayne, hunting spree. Girls only.
Draken got angry, it was not fair, they did not even suspect he would be buried over piles of rock. Draken was hunting for a lost relic when he removed it, the cave collapsed. He had no weapon, his katana was left back home..his silver sword was lost when it fell. The only things he had was a Blackrobe and hood, his red and black necklace. Draken could not take it anymore, he needed to feed. He walked around, scratching the walls and searching for something. Above him was the caved celing. Draken started to hit it with his fist, breaking it. The celing block started to crumble, when it fell, a root was shown under it, dirt everywhere. Dirt is land, there was a way out. Draken started to bring down the blocks until he was able to fit through one of them. Draken panted, breahing heavily and manically. He started to scratch at the dirt, he was able to climb through and make a hole. Draken climbed through it, pushing heaps of dirt below him. He could smell the outside air already, he could smell blood..it took him half hour just to get through the stone blocks.
Draken pushed his hand out of the ground, then his other hand. Thus lifting himself up from under the ground. Sand, dirt, dust was everywhere. He looked like a walking corpse that was hidden away for thousands upon thousands of years. He shook a little, removing the dirt from his head. Draken was grateful it was night. Otherwise he would become a pile of ash,
Draken looked into the bright moons, masser and Secunda. He could smell blood..even taste it. He needed to feed..immedietly. Draken raised his arms wide and looked up. Atlast he was free. The dark great forest was around him. Draken shouted at the top of his lungs, a scream of relief..terror and thirst. A scream that could chill the very blood of a mortla`s veins. A spine tingly scream. "AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" He shouted, fangs in the air.
Deers ran away from the distance, animals scurried. They can run, he would not chase them. He needed fresh blood...warm blood..human blood!. Draken started to run through the forest. Faster than a mountain lion. The nearest inn was nearby, he remembered it. Hopefully, there would be a satisfying meal for him. Finally, he saw it in the distance. Draken crouched near a tree. licking his dry lips and fangs. Draken raised his hood and ran as fast as he could towards the small Inn. There would be no luring prey..no vampire seduction powers..just animalistic frenzy that Draken rarely used. He always remembered Raven`s words. "The thirst always wins."
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Post by BlackRose on Jul 21, 2009 22:45:05 GMT -5
Alessandra nodded and started walking the way the creek flowed. her dress fluttering around her.
"don't worry child, i don't bite..hard." she chuckled at that finding it highly amusing.
"by the way-" she stopped at the scream....someone was starving. she thought automatically. "my name is Alessandra." she continued without pause once the scream was gone. she spoke as she walked along the creek side.
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the werewolf stopped at the scream, a weakened vampire. he growled, it was too far away sounding. the other vampire was closer. he continued to sniff. another creature was here, food for him. he let out a garbled chuckle. tonight was gonna be fun. he bounded off in the direction of the two scents. stopping once and awhile to make sure he didn't loose track of there smell.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Jul 21, 2009 22:58:27 GMT -5
Modeus watched her, then it dawned on him, she might have been on of the undead, like Draken and his sister, though suddenly [speak of the devil] a scream made him flinch slightly and stop to look around. “uh…” he blinked as it stopped, a little confused and a small bit of worry flickered in him till he looked back towards her. “Oh, I am Modeus.” he spoke up then walked quietly after her, the scream kind of got to him but he pushed it away, it sounded more like a ticked off scream then a pin pain scream-however that worked…
“Alessandra..” he spoke her name then smiled lightly. “its been nice meeting up.’ he stated. “hehe sorry this might sound a bit strange but your name, is lovely sounding.” he looked embarrassed a moment before mentally kicking himself maybe…that didn’t sound rite, who knew…
Also unaware of the other dangers lurking in the forest.
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Post by Immortal Swine on Jul 22, 2009 11:47:38 GMT -5
The wind flew by as if he was falling from a mountain. His speeds where quick, fast. Supernatural. The advantages and blessings of being a creature of the night. If not properly fed for four days, any vampire that was under the gift and watchful eye of Clavicus Vile. Would become faster, stronger, more agile and far more blood thirsty. A pact made with Clavicus at a time unkown, has granted the Vampires of Cyrodiil to blend in with humans when fed recently, if 24 hours passed, then the true nature would be revealed, the gift of shapeshifting was also given. Some clans or vampires from a certain bloodline can turn into mist. Draken could transform into a bat, but the Inn was so close, he rather run then fly. Draken did not feed for weeks..he was three times as strong and fast. Did he want to give away his strenght so soon? YES. Draken was thirsty..very very thirsty. He remembered the ancient times when they lived in Cyrodiil. Draken was about eighteen years old, Raven was seventeen. A day after Raven left her punishemen. She came with an idea..all the four siblings and a few friends would feed on local villages until everyone was drained and dead, pale a snow. This was not allowed but the rebellious youngsters did it anyways. 40 days of non stop feeding and rampaging frenzy. Draken missed the ancient days, things changed now in the future, and not for the worse. Draken would need to feed on few people, perhaps six or seven until his thirst can be quenched and his apperance rejuvinated.
Draken growled loudly and jumped over the wooden fence. Then, with a large thrust of speed and strenght, bashed right through the front door, pieces of wood flew all over the place, as the door cracked. The people in the dining area where all startled and surprised. Hen was truly frightening, black robe, dirty, dusty and muddy. His face covered by the dark hood. The only thing that revealed his true nature was his hands. White as snow, paler than a ghost. Draken pulled back his hood, revealing his pale face. Still with the personna of a young man, but darker, more sinister. His eyes where sulfuric yellow, his nails long and sharp. The fangs stood from his mouth, white and sharp as a needle. The creature of the night stood there, breathing heavily. The Imperial Legionaire, a guard forester was sitting on the table, driking. It was his break. He had no armor but a vest and long pants. He had no silver weapons or Deadric or enchanted of any sort, just a steel claymore. "Get back beast!. Get a torch someone!". The imperial guard demanded.
Draken growled and jumped towards the Argonian innkeeper. Draken sunk his fangs and started to drink away from his first prey in a while. The imperial guard pulled out his short sword and jumped over the table. He thrusted it forward, stabbing Draken. "Die, vile creature". He growled at Draken.
Draken stared at him in the eyes. "You cant kill me, imperial..I--I`m already dead". He growled, headbutting the guard and sending him back towards the tables. There where about two other men sitting on the tables, eating bread and cheese. They grabbed their torches and waved it at Draken. Fire was something that could really harm a vampire, especially one who has not fed. His vulnerability to fire was to the extreme. "Ha! BACK BACK!" He demanded.
Draken lifted his leg, kicking it out of the Breton`s hands. The man gasped at the superior speed and reflexes of the beast, he was too shocked to respond. Draken descended upon the breton, biting his neck and feeding. The other man who was at the table with him reached for a knife to throw at him. Draken got up and blasted him with a fireball. He could smell more people inside the Inn, two more sleeping. They where now awake, he could hear their footsteps coming downstairs, perhaps because of the noise. Draken sunk his fangs again and started to feed. The guard got up and pulled out a bow and arrow. He aimed and shot it at Draken. The arrow hit his arm, going right through it. Draken hissed and jumped towards the guard, he desperately reached for another arrow until Draken knocked him down. Grabbing his leg, Draken swung it, sending the man flying across the room, into the hard wall. The nord male and his dunmer companion woke up. Draken turned around slowly to see them standing there. They did not fight or say anything, they just ran outside of the Inn and into the woods. Draken snarled and chased them until the guard grabbed Draken`s foot. Draken almost tripped, angered he grabbed the weak guard again and bit him in the neck, infecting him with Porhpiric Hemophilia. Draken knocked the guard on conscious and tossed him aside. If he hated vampires, why not try and become one? then he would feel what it is to be a creature of the night, whether he likes it or not. "I need more!" he growled loudly, blasting out the door and chasing his prey into the dark woods. This reminded him so much of the 40 day hunt.
"HELP!! HELP!!!!" screamed both the dark elf female and the nord male. Draken knew there would be no help at this point. He concentrated on them, he could hear them in the short distance..he could see them with his Hunter`s sight. Something else caught Draken`s scent. Another creature of the night..no not a vampire. It smelled differently, its scent was stronger. It was a Werewolf, a Lycanthrope. And it was not Kraven or Veronika, too bad. Draken always liked being around them, out of all the Werewolves in Tamriel, they where the only ones that where likable, he always rather enjoyed their company. Draken discarded the thought and continued to chase his prey.
The Nord held hands with his dark elf companion, they where in the early twenties. Young bloods. They started to shout again for people to hear them, but it was no use. Around a hungry vampire, almost no one can hear you scream but in this case at night time in a dark forest, it wont matter. Draken got closer and closer, he saw them running through the dark forest, no torch or anything. He leoped in the air, giving a low roar. The Nord turned around and gave his last scream of despair as Draken started to feed on him. The dunmer woman could not do anything."Go!!" the nord screamed. The Dark Elf shook her head and ran away, further into the woods. The great forest was dense, dark and spooky, especially at night time. Not for Draken though, this was one of his favorite hunting spots. It reminded him of back home. The haunted areas where he lived in, always foggy and creepy, the sun rarely ever made itself known. A perfect place for him to live in.
Draken could feel refreshed already but it was insufficient. His pale face complexion was already fading out, his yellowish eyes becoming slightly redish. He continued to feed, biting savagely at the man. The Dark elf would not get far, he knew this. So he took his time, perhaps two minutes or so.
When he was done, he left the man there and continued running towards the Dark Elf. My myshe seemed so deliciously appetizing. SHe still had her light blue sleeping outfit on. Not so hard to find her at night. The Dark Elf woman was loosing breath and stamina, she kept getting slower and slower, he pleas for help dying just like her breath. She rested for few seconds and then continued to run. Unable to see at night. SHe tripped over a stone and fell. Draken got closer and closer and closer, running rapidely at her. There she was, helpless, fragile and full of the red nectar. Draken bared his fangs and walked to her. He was not evil..it was a way of nature. He was born with animalistic urges and characteristics. Is a Wolf evil? a Mountain Lion? A West weald bear?. Draken grinned and walked slowly at her, he could hear her heart beating..thump, thump, thump. Faster and faster. Draken licked his lips, devouring her already with his blood red eyes. His nails grew large. "Stay away from me! by the nine devines!"
Draken frowned and looked up into the clear nightsky. "No nine.."
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Post by BlackRose on Jul 22, 2009 22:41:24 GMT -5
Alessandra sighed, the woods were quiet tonight and hostile. maybe going to the pond wasn't such a good idea. but they were already there. she stepped out into the clearing the creek flowed into.
A pond sat in the middle of the clearing the creek running trickling into it over a few rocks creating a pleasant sound. the water Hyacinth and the lotus glowed softly with the fireflies dancing around them and the water.
"even on a night like this its still pretty..." she said softly almost afraid to speak too loud, it was shortly after than she felt it, the werewolf, he was strong and large. having noticed her companion's blade lets hope he knew how to use it. cause the wolf was getting closer.
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He growled and prowled ((ooc: lol)) throught the forest getting closer and closer to the two ahead of him. he smelt blood and losts of it, it seems he'd have another well feed vampire to deal with. He went right pass other animals much more apaitizing then any vampire. it was more pride than anything, he hated Vampire's and all ther kind.
thats what made him king of his kind back home. he was near... he couldn't help it he got excited and howled.... "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" as he ran after them the creek was nearing a pool he found earlier that day.
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Post by BlackRose on Jul 22, 2009 22:41:40 GMT -5
Alessandra sighed, the woods were quiet tonight and hostile. maybe going to the pond wasn't such a good idea. but they were already there. she stepped out into the clearing the creek flowed into.
A pond sat in the middle of the clearing the creek running trickling into it over a few rocks creating a pleasant sound. the water Hyacinth and the lotus glowed softly with the fireflies dancing around them and the water.
"even on a night like this its still pretty..." she said softly almost afraid to speak too loud, it was shortly after than she felt it, the werewolf, he was strong and large. having noticed her companion's blade lets hope he knew how to use it. cause the wolf was getting closer.
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He growled and prowled ((ooc: lol)) throught the forest getting closer and closer to the two ahead of him. he smelt blood and losts of it, it seems he'd have another well feed vampire to deal with. He went right pass other animals much more apaitizing then any vampire. it was more pride than anything, he hated Vampire's and all ther kind.
thats what made him king of his kind back home. he was near... he couldn't help it he got excited and howled.... "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" as he ran after them the creek was nearing a pool he found earlier that day.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Jul 22, 2009 22:52:09 GMT -5
Modeus seemed unbothered by the forests dark secrets. He wasn’t here to cause trouble so hoped no one else was. As they got to the area the woman next to him spoke of he gasped lightly his eyes lit up a little, as the fireflies darted around. “its so…amazing.” he muttered and looked around. He smiled and crouched down a little to look at a flower on the water. “Sometimes…I’d rather live at a place like this then in the city.” he stated. “but my brother thinks its silly.” he smirked, no his brother thought it was down right stupid not…silly.
He brushed back his hair and gave a small smile and took a deep breath. ‘it feels so….relaxing.” he pushed back the urge to yawn then stood up and stretched lightly and looked towards her and held out his hand. “thanks for…showing me this place.” he nodded, then paused and looked at her. “something…wrong?” he tilted his head and looked around, before jumping lightly at the sound of a howl. “wha-?” he gasped, never thinking werewolf only just a wolf-wolf. “humm….that didn’t sound to good.” he frowned, but not near afraid as he may soon be.
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Post by Immortal Swine on Jul 23, 2009 7:48:20 GMT -5
The female dark elf twitched on the ground, loss of blood will do that to you. She started to cough and twitch even more as Draken finished his last drop. "Your friend is not dead, not yet. You arent either. You have about 3 days to get yourself together and find a cure. The nine you pray for so much can help you with that" Draken said, his voice calm and peaceful. "If you want to become immortal, living life as death itself and enjoying all the benefit from it. Do nothing.
"See it as a generous act. I am giving you life either way. Do as you choose". He said calmly.
Suddenly, a shrieking houl was heard. Loud and clear, making it known that this Werewolf was not playing. "That does not sound like me beloved Veronika..or Kraven." Draken said. It did not even sound like the BloodPack.
"No worries. Werewolves can be a nuisance during their night of full moon. So hard to control. But you find yourself blessed. You may be wounded but Hercine always has his hounds seeking for innocents that, well, are more alive" He chuckled sarcastically at her. "Find your friend, and get yourself cleaned up. I am no monster, if I was I would of drained you dry..I still am tempted to do so, but I wont". He said, winking at her.
Draken sniffed the air, smelling another meal to feed on. Draken looked back at the bleeding Dark Elf, who was to shocked to comply. "I bid you a most respectful farewell".
He said his last goodbye and ran into the woods, dissapearing into the darkness. Draken left enough blood in her body so she can have a chance to find her friend and a cure. It may take a while to recover but atleast she kept her wretched life.
Draken ran as fast as possible for a Vampire pureblood. Tonight was a feast. So he rather enjoy it peacefully with no interruptions, especially by furry little animals such as Werewolves. The one he heard seemed hostile. He wanted no quarrel with him. All that blood in his mouth and face, all that dust and dirt from being trapped underground for weeks was..disgusting. By Sithis, he smelled like a corpse. Draken headed towards the closest watering hole or pond there was. Unlike his vampiric counterparts. The Vladmir family always cleaned up, stayed clean and, well sexy. He never liked staying unclean, it wasnt like him at all.
Draken saw a large pond glitter with the shine of the moonlight. A bloodbath would be more, suiting but this worked well. Draken rushed to the pond, removing his dirty black robe and hood. He jumped in the water only with his underpants. The large slash was not loud but could be heard by those with special hearing, or those that where nearby. Wolf`s cannot smell the scent of an animal if you are under water right? Infact, he did not know. Daedric Lord Hercine gifted his mortal servants in ways, Draken could never understand. To satisfy their hunger, they had to shed blood of the innocent. Vampires on the other hand, could feed on whatever they wanted to. Mortals, evil or innocent, deers and rats, even chickens and Spriggans. Althought Spriggans arent reccomended, they have not but a few blood and some vampires where known to get their fangs stuck on the tree bark of her neck, thus loosing their fangs. Draken felt refreshed and clean, but to his surprise. There was someone in the distance. Two people. That blasted man, Modeus again, does this man ever die, or stop showing up wherever he went? but he was respectable, that night on the Oblivion realm, and he had a...vampiric companion. "Well..hello" Draken said smiling. Dinner and a friend, he hoped. Most likely she charmed him already with the vampire`s seduction. Draken could share a meal..Rayne would not mind, would she? I wonder what Rayne is doing..Raven have better not try anthing foolish with my precious.(((OOC: MY precious! lol))) Draken thought to himself. He swam towards them, standing up on the water, his feet touching the sand. "Ah, Modeus, so pleasent to see you again, for the fifth or fourth time. And who is your friend?" He asked, smiling. Even though she was turned, he could still become friends perhaps.
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Post by BlackRose on Jul 23, 2009 21:34:13 GMT -5
Alessandra turned and looked at the other vampire as he approached. she took the other in withe her rich red eyes, this one must have been the previous scream. He looked pleasing to her eyes, and just recently fed. So that must mean the Werewolf was close.
"hello " she smiled softly at the other Vampire. "you seem to know my night viewing companion." she leaned on one leg, the soft fabric of her dress shifting. ((ooc: i uploaded a picture of her dress...i didn't draw it X) )) "i am known as Alessandra." her face staying in her soft smile. "and you are?" all the time knowing the Werewolf was close, the thing smelt horrid.
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The werewolf stopped far enough away to view what was happening and hopefully neither one of the vampire's sensed him, The female vampire...was creepy she wore white what, kind of undead creature wears white. he snorted. the other vampire was dripping wet, having obviously swam out of the pond. which itself he would notice was lovely if he wasn't so intent on the human they had in there presence.
he could sense it the animalistic urge, and fighting spirit in the elf... he sniffed the air. a high elf...oh what a rare werewolf he'd make. he looked up to the night sky and the full moon... 'Hircine, father to the were beast allow me to change this one successfully... this time he'd be a rare predator for you to have. even if i die... I'll leave you a present surely worthy of you...' the wolf listened the elf's name was Modeus, and the female's was Alessandra...she had power, and he could smell her age it was like a old book. he didn't know about the other one he smelt old...but not as old as her.
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