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Post by BlackRose on Oct 19, 2009 21:53:40 GMT -5
Alessandra nodded at the proposition, "sounds good to me, what i have herd of this crew actually there are a variety of races in the band... makes for a true meal..." she smiled a bite finally her fangs showing a bit. " she turned to the door but paused a moment. " that camp is near a Ayleid ruin correct?" she asked curiously... it reminded her she needed to track down that hybrid she wanted more of his blood.
" then afterwords i have a treat at my home if you would like to come by." she said as she went towards the door ignoring Adras and his ramblings.
{{ooc: sorry so short >.< but t shoudl get better as action should occur soon right?}}
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Post by Immortal Swine on Oct 20, 2009 8:00:29 GMT -5
"Yes, they do." Draken said. "You may go and feast on the campers, I will go in the Ayleid ruins to find whats inside."
Raven growled. "Ha.." Raven said in sarcasm. "I dont think so" she whispered. Draken scoffed and followed behind Alessandra, remembering how unfairlry he was treated long ago. The dread Vladmir siblings, always sticked together, drank together, laughed together. Fought together. Irvana always made fun of Draken, she loved to pick on her "little brother". He should of kept silent about going in the Ayleid ruin alone, he wanted all for himself. Just like they did to him when they ambushed that Imperial Legion camp nested near their territory. Draken wanted to go so badly, but they didn't let him. Rayne, Irvana and Raven!.
"I am very, very excited about this." Irvana said loudly. "Why can't we just let Draken come?" Rayne asked "Never trust a man to do a woman's job." Raven teased Draken, shoving him aside.
Being a rogue, a savage vampire was something Draken loathed. He despised being without a coven, a group. He was unwanted, the Coven banished him, The Crimson Scars were wiped out by the Dark Brotherhood, Greywyn Blenwyth was dead. He only had Raven. Wether or not Irvana and Vaultren were loyal to Draken and Raven, they probably still thought they were both really dead. Draken sighed and continued to walk behind Alessandra. Even if Raven always speaks badly abot her family, he knows deeply she wants to return.
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Post by BlackRose on Oct 20, 2009 14:41:21 GMT -5
hearing about someone who wanted to go into the Ayleid ruins made her remember a elf who did that for a living, so to speak. going in stealing from bandits, marauders, necromancer's anything who touched the relics of a race seemingly gone. she remembered that conversation....
Alessandra whipped the hybrid elf around startling him the smaller Mer gasping at the rough handling. she growled at the Mer his blood was not of a bosmer's.
"what are you?! she hissed." grabbing his shoulder painfully, almost crushing.
"i should ask you the same thing" he hissed his eyes flashing. though his hiss did not have the desired effect it only infuriated her more. she grabbed harder to were the bone would give if she pressed any harder knowing she was leaving a bruise. he tried to have her let go of him by pulling a dagger on her, she grabbed his wrist and squeezed it.
"i will ask again what are you hybrid." she said in such a tone that broke no argument.
"alright alright just please -owe- gesh woman that hurts!" he said as she squeezed a little harder just to prove her point. she let go enough to were the shorter of the two stumbled to catch his footing, the elf grabbed his arm. and started to speak.
"obviously you can tell i am not a 'normal' bosmer. i use the term normal loosely. My father was a bosmer and my mother....my mother was an Ayleid."
"you speak i past tense. what did she do abandon you?" she asked to her that seemed typical of one of the slave master's.
"not in the sense that you speak , she was murdered because of her blood not the woman she was. " the look in that Hybrid's eyes was something she wouldn't forget.
Alessandra thought on that and ever since that moment she made a deal with the elf she wouldn't reveal the blood that flowed threw his veins. in exchange for some of his blood every once in a while. and he of course would keep his mouth shut. she couldn't believe that talk of the ruin's made her remember this, but ah the ruin's yes.
"good luck if there is anything of value in there." Alessandra spoke remembering " i know of a elf that clears out ruin's invaded by bandits, but leaves the one filled with animals and creatures alone."
She wondered what caused the elf to make such a decision. she looked back at the vampire's who accompanied her. strange she had never really encountered other vampire's except her 'sister' and the rare occasion her 'brother'. She wondered what twist of fate decided four needed to be in the same area at once, and she meant one's who weren't feral savages. hiding in caves, she agreed with Hassildor, there were no better than animals because animals didn't always attack only when hungry. the ones wallowing in caves were so consumed by hunger...she mentally sneered at the thought.
it was a clear night no clouds just the moon and stars. a good night for hunting Alessandra thought, she walked down and behind the prison on a worn path, the red velvet of her dress a contrast to the green of the grass. Seeing the ruins in the distance a little bit a light by the Bandit's fire and mostly the eerie glow of the Ayleid well. she stopped a bit there was the deal of water in the way.
"do any of you know water walking magic?" she said with a tilt of her dark haired head.
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Post by Immortal Swine on Oct 20, 2009 15:15:55 GMT -5
Draken smirked widely at Alessandra, then followed a quick glance over at Raven who seemed to be smiling also. ~~~ When they were in BlackMarsh hundreds of years ago, they were tasked to kill a group of Argonian tribesmen, who were a threat to the mission that they were doing, the Argonian's are smart, they can smell humans a mile away, even in a thick dark swamp. A straight forward attack would be useless, so instead, the vamps walked beneath the water, slowly making their way towards the surface, hodling their breaths, with weapons already out. They attacked the village, no survivors and no chance for the Argonians to fight back. ~~~
"I use destruction spells only" Raven noted, making her way towards the water, allowing herself to sink to the bottom as she slowly made her way towards the other side, without breathing. Draken followed behind. "You can walk above us, or do it our way" he said. Doing the same as Raven.
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Post by Adras Doomstorm on Oct 20, 2009 16:55:17 GMT -5
Ayleids? Bandits? Treasures? Bah, these were all useless trifles to one who knew more, or less, than the common wanderer of Tamriel. Adras had remained silent, feeling that Alessandra already was weary of him... perhaps they all were? He should slay them all right now and be done with it! ...Whoops! there he went again, being all paranoid! Oh, Adras, you old creature of the night, you! But besides, if any of them did try anything, they'd all be meeting their sharp tongue with his sharper sword... Blinking, Adras watched the last conversation about walking on water.
"...why?" Adras had asked, his hollow tone mismatched with a grin. Taking a sudden run, the vampire dove into the water, sending up a large ripple and an even louder splash. "Come now, my family!" He cried out, stealth once again not being a necessity in this case to Adras. "Let us fall upon our prey on the island, feast on their blood, cut off their feet, gouge out their eyes, and remove their left pinky!" Giggling in his monotone, Adras turned, a strong stroke taking him ahead of the group, his wake louder than his initial entry into the body of water.
"Snip, cut, claw, gouge, stab, slice, tear, rip..." The vampire began chanting, his monotonous voice attempting to entertain a sing-song tone once more. And it failed. "Come on, my fellow bloodsuckers! Let us find us some mobile goblets to drink from!" With those final words, he dove under the surface of the water, finally allowing his years of stealth to kick in. But was it too late? Had the addled vampire alerted the far away soon-to-be victims of their presence? More to the point, did the other care?
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Post by Immortal Swine on Oct 20, 2009 18:14:51 GMT -5
Raven rolled her eyes at the mad rambling of Adras, Draken, on the other hand, loved it!, the joy of hunting in groups. They were not Werewolves, but they sure did bear a similar hunger.. Draken snickered and walked faster towards the island. Raven marched as well, hearing the water spash behind her. She did not care if it was Alessandra or the mad vampire, all she cared now, was feeding. The soft sands of the river spread away in particles as Raven stomped on them. A wide smile swept across her beautiful yet pale face. A slaughter fish swam face-to-face with her. Raven threw her hand up while underwater, gripping the fish by its face, holding its jaws shut, she bit onto the twitching marine creature, yanking its neck off and tossing him away, slowly floating weightlessly in the water, a trail of blood streaming from its body. This made Raven even hungrier, since Adras already had made an entrance in the water, there was no use in sneaking. Raven propelled upwards out of the water, her wet black hair throwing drops of water away in the air, she landed gracefully on the shore. The bandits all looked surprised, some of them even reached for their weapons right away. Draken walked right behind Raven, slowly rising from the water, menancily. "Gentlemen and dear women- a term I use in its loosest possible sense-you are all dead." Raven barked, her teeth turning to fangs as they dropped down to her mouth. Her nail extended to their full lenghts, sharp, deadly. Her scimitars were safely sheathed insase she would need them. Raven did a backflip in the air, the black figure then landed on the ground backwards, a little bit harder when soaked in water. Raven did a back handspring towards her selected prey, two Orc males. Their brute strenghts were no match for her agility and speed. Within the first few seconds of the acrobatic display, Raven utilized the 'Embrace of Shadows' power, she turned completely invisible. The bewildered Orcs went back-to back, starled by the frightning display. "Where she go?" one of them asked. None of them suspected she was a vampire of course, she could of been a mad mage with invisibily potions. But they would learn the truth of their killer and fate soon enough. Raven never enjoyed toying with her prey, like Irvana did, always teasing them, then hurting them, then finally feeding on them. Raven just ripped their throats quick and clean, but the occasion called for it. The frightened Imperials called for aid, their companions getting ready, aiming at Draken, who already was running towards them, ground rushing beneath his feet. There were more bandits in the camp, some Alessandra and Adras could take care of individually. Draken leaped in the air, growling angrily ad unleashing a ball of fire towards both of his enemies, one a male, the other a female, a Khajiit and a Argonian. Raven re-appeared in mid air, right over both Orcs. Falling over to the one on the back, with the pony tail. When they expected her to fall on one side, she didnt, she appeared on the other. A small teleportation trick she learned from the Monthalions(Canon in ES, they use teleportation). Raven did a butterfly kick, knocking off the teeth of her intended target. He thrusted his sword while his head went back on the impact, but she was gone!. Raven was already on the side of his companion, doing a a flying kick to his face, then vanishing once again to re-appear on the same spot, performing a beautiful backflip kick, breaking the Orc's nose. The martial arts move would cease soon enough, Raven was entertaining herself for now, but later, after she was done. She would jump into her vampiric frenzy as she did years ago when she didn't feed for 30 years. The Orc began to bleed through his nostrils, only furthering Raven into blood lust. Raven twirled with one hand touching the ground, she jumped up snd did another hand-to hand move she learned years ago from the most skilled Ancient vampires. She did a 720 kick against the younger, pony tailed Orc, sending him to his feet. THe bald Orc looked behind him just in time to see his friend get kicked, and just in time to see his new opponent performe another near gravity defying stunt, a tornado kick, her leg swooped across the air. WHOOSH then WACK against his jaw. The Orc could not handle such punishment, especially when she did it over and over again, it was the strongest woman he ever fought with. The mysterious dark girl vanished again, he expected her to appear to his friend but she appeared to him once more!. This time, doing a 540 Crescent Kick, down on his head. The Orc felt as if his head sank down, her kicks were powerful and very painful. All the Orc saw was blue, each time she kicked, his vision blurred. It was confusing! The beer he drank was still in his body, he was overpowered by a longshot. The pony tailed Orc got up again, looking around, hearing the sudden clanks and fire of the other vampire male, he wanted to help him but he had his own problems. Then, that same eerie sound came in his ears;the dark girl appeared behind him, doing another one of her acrobatic agressiveness, a Jump Reverse Crescent kick to his back, making him fall to the ground, near the stone. "Oof" the Orc managed to say through his bleeding lips. Before the Orc actually hit the ground, Raven did a uppercut on the pony tailed Orc, chuckling sinisterly, and vanishing again. Appearing right between them, both her hands on the ground, while one boot kicked the back of pony tailed imperial's head, her other boot kicked the other ones leg, she vanished..again. The other Orc snorted angrily, frustrated already. "Where is the witch!?" he shouted. Part of him wanted to help his companions, but the other part wanted to kill her. He felt her emerge from invisibility, then instinctevly threw his fist at her, actually punching her in the face "Gotcha!" the Orc said. Feeling happy. Raven clenched her sharp teeth together and started to use far more agressive moves, vanishing again. She appeared over them, throwing a surge of lightning over them. "HA!" she growled. The lightning struck the bald Orc; he fell to his knees, teeth chittering as the energy flowed through his body, he was unable to move, temporarily paralyzed. The pony tailed Orc grabbed his club and started to wave it manically in the air, trying to get her wherever she would pop out. Raven appeared again, black hair flutttering in the air, covering her face. She did a leg sweep against the crazed Orc, avoiding his foolish act with his petty weapon. The Orc fell backwards, loosing his footing. Raven slashed his face with her nails and then vanished, emerging on near the other orc. Having made her extremely pissed at, she doubled her attack. One second she was beating down upon him, while the other she was cutting and slicing the weaked Orc. Until they got too tired to fight back. Raven did a sideflip, punching the Orc down to the ground before he got up fully, second later, she appeared over the pony tailed Orc, stomping on his face, then again at the bald Orc, changing her moves so they would not learn her routines. Everytme she appeared and disappeared, she changed the tactics. Kicking and punching and scratching with sophistication. The other pony tailed Orc got up and made a run for it. Raven saw him and chased afte him, vanishing anf then appearing infront of him and doing a corkscrew in midair, headbutting him in the stomach, sending him back to the dirt on where he belonged. Now, playtime was over, it was time to feed. Her and Draken did not feed the last week, for seven days without food, they still had been able to slip across mortals using vampiric seduction power. Raven was able to take shape of a bat, as the Keerilth who could disintegrate into mist, or the Volkihar, who can reach through the ice of their lakes without breaking it or become as the icy forms themselves. Raven could also teleport for short distances, adding the Embrace of Shadows to the effect. Being immortal, being a vampire, was really really fun. After she fed, however, her powers would be slightly, if not dramatically, reduced. Clavicus Vile altered the Vampire blood of Cyrodiilic Vampires, made them be able to walk during daylight and most importantly, can deal among the common folks as another commoner - if they were well fed. Raven never saw it as a downside, if she fed recently, she would not turn into a burning pile of ash once the sun's ray touched her beautiful skin, even if the 'Tenets of the Cyrodiilic vampires' written in 'Manifesto Cyrodiil Vampyrum' commands to avoid daylight by lifestyle; dispel common belief in our kind, and maintain supple appearance through satisfaction of the thirst."Molag Baal deserved all the worship he got. He was responsible for all the power, all the glory she held.
Draken had his katana in flames, a raging fury sweeping the air and cutting at his opponents. Doing a whirling and circular block against the Argonian, then burning the female Nord's foot. Not instantly killing them.
~~~~~~=~~~~~~ www.uesp.net/wiki/Manifesto_Cyrodiil_Vampyrum (For those who may want to see the laws and tenets of vamps..even if you dont agree/abide by them Rping ;0)
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Post by BlackRose on Oct 20, 2009 21:24:00 GMT -5
Alessandra shook her head at her fellow vampire namely the one touched by the deadric prince sheogorath, she didn't know what to make of him ...yet. she cast a small water walking spell on herself, unlike the others she was in a cumbersome dress. she walked across the water watching the three of them under the water. that and she couldn't swim...
Alessandra stopped walking for a second to let Raven leap from the water. letting them go ahead and start. she touched her feet to the solid ground as the spell wore off. watching for the moment not wanting to get in the way of each ones chosen prey, she decided to go after the Bosmeri Archer and the Dunmer swordsman. she gave herself a small smile as she ran forward going invisible startling the Dunmer male and the Bosmer male.
"Hello my darlings, are we afraid?" she said with a whisper softly, comfortingly, seductively. she ran he nail gently along the side of the Dunmer's check "no need to be afraid, I'll take care of you.." she purred "no need for weapons but them down...yes good boy..." she whispered against the Dunmer's face. the Bosmer was watching his companion.
"What are...oh..." she canceled her invisibility when she ran a finger up the bosmer's ear.
"be a good boy, and you will be next..."
"..." the bosmer dropped his bow with a clatter to the ground. Alessandra smiled to herself they were both easily manipulated. weak minded fools. she felt the Dunmer try to resist.
"my dear i don't think you would want to do that..." she said against the dunmer's lips she then swiftly brought her mouth and sunk her fangs into the throat of the dunmer. she herd him mutter to Azura while she drank when she was done, she almost frowned.
"i am sorry but maybe you'll see her after you pass.." she said as she released the dunmer he fell to the ground with a soft thud and clanking of his mail, dead. she whipped a finger along the bottom of her lip Dunmeri blood was slightly spicy and burned going down like good whiskey.
she turned to the Bosmer who did break the hold of her 'spell' he looked flabbergast at his friend falling to the ground dead and pale blue as the dawn he worshiped.
"you..."
"yes forest child?" she said as she approached him, she blood stained lips parted as she showed her fangs to the bosmer who pulled out a blade, a simple short sword.
"my my are you going to try and hurt me?" she approached the bosmer fast grabbing his wrist knocking the short sword from the grip of the elf's. one hand holding the one wrist and the other holding his head and sinking her fangs into the bosmeri's neck. she let the bosmer fall to the ground his fall softened as he fell to the ground upon Dunmer his leathers making the mithril and chain mail of the dunmer make a strange charming noise. Bosmer blood was different from Dunmeri's it was rich and sweet, but seemed natural like a .
she sighed as she herd a mage turn to her and flung a fire spell at her the spell seemed to hit her but not harm her. she gave the mage a look that said please...you could do better then that as she ran up towards him punching him in the face. but then wasn't expecting a blast of ice in the face, it was a Altmer she snarled. might as well make it complete and get after a Orisimer afterwords...
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Post by Adras Doomstorm on Oct 20, 2009 23:31:05 GMT -5
Adras stood by his policy of dramatic effects, and so it remained as he simply walked out of the water, his large, two-handed sword held easily in a single hand. The abyss that was his sword trailed after him, exiting the water a good three seconds after he did. The water dripped off of the evil looking blade as if it were running away from the destructive past the tool had caused. The most notifying change? Adras was baring his fangs and scowling, something far off to what the jolly, if not a little kooky, attitude he had before submerging. All were in combat, save for what seemed to be a Breton mage, mouth moving quickly with dwemers and a crafty looking Argonian, his scaly head covered wit ha dark hood. A thief, perhaps? The two were about to separate and support their fellows in battle, when they saw the dark clad, yet glowing white figure in the moonlight. Both froze for a moment.
A savage grin settled upon Adras' face. The Nine themselves would shiver at the demon in this land, as he raised his sword, curling the blade over his back, as if he were to throw it. But that was crazy, wasn't it? The mage turned his attention, as did the thief. The spellcaster threw a spell at his friend, cloaking him in a moderate strength Chameleon effect. Skilled in his craft, the small lizard-man moved around all of the fighting, hoping to get a single, quick strike at the man who seemed the most dangerous of all, only due to his smile. 'Pfft... Thossse wretched assssassssinsss...' The beastman thought, thinking that this could just be a rouge mercenary group. True, this band of mercenaries had jsut made camp, but they had cause plenty of trouble, enough to inspire revenge, apparently. But this group had survived worse... But then he saw his allies fall one by one. This was... a massacre! How could four take them all on?!
But Adras would deal with that slippery lizard later...
Moving in what seemed a blur, the vampire dashed the long gap between the mage, giving the Breton only enough time to throw a single bolt of lightning. Adras ran toward the magicka, twisting his body and jumping at the same time. Time seemed to slow down, as the vampire arced his back, avoiding the blast of shock damage with ease, his cloak and bandanna moving gracefully behind him, tracing the outline of his flight path. Once upside down, the vampire's grin seemed to flash again followed by the strong arm throwing the heavy weapon like a boomerang. But it didn't need to return. A sharp cry emitted from the mage as the blade pierced through his leg and down half it's length into the earth. This man was physically weak. What chance did he have at removing the blade from his leg and the ground, let alone lift the sword. He would be far too busy trying to relieve himself of the pain to worry about casting any spells anytime soon...
Now, where was that Argonian? Turning, his ears picked up the slightest noise of grass crunching under a leather boot. The liazard had just lunged to strike, but Adras was the quicker. With a mighty blow, the vampire struck the thief in the throat with his palm, only choking him momentarily. Staggering, he dropped his steel dagger, both hands gripping at his Adam's apple. It would also be around the time the cloaking effect would vanish. Now was where finesse was tossed out the window like an old shoe and the brutal beating to show his superiority in this duel was finalized. Stumbling one more step, the agile lizard looked up just in time to see a pale fist come from below, delivering a jaw shattering (literally) blow. He felt himself lift off the ground from the strike, thinking that he wouldn't have much time to cou--
Nope.
Adras' other hand formed a fist as well, rising above the man's head, bashing it down roughly, causing another cracking noise. Well, at least it would be over once he hit the gro--
Nope.
Adras then lifted his opposite knee, crashing hard into the already shattered jaw, more cracking noise emitting from the beastman's head. Three hits in less than two seconds?! Taht was... crazy! The irony of the thought would never occur to the lizard, as he was lifted again, higher than the uppercut. By now, he was praying to what ever god, daedric or not, would listen to him. Just let the suf--
...nope.
A quick step forward and Adras was underneath the poor, poor being, who's screams were silenced from the first blow. Planting his feet firmly, the vampire jumped straight up, his pale head colliding with his spine, another cracking noise adding to the ridiculous count. Landing quickly, he looked up, the same savage look plastered on his pale face. The cloth as dark as the realm Sithis thrived in floated gently back down, but was yanked up as Adras leapt once more, hanging above the air as the Argonian reached the height of the last attack. One eye went wide, the other paralyzed from the broken back. With a swift food, he crashed down into the unfortunate soul's chest, rocketing him to the ground where he lay motionless. Finally, the peace he wanted...
And so the Argonian was dead, broken and beaten beyond what was necessary. Looking triumphantly down at the broken body, he picked up the body, placing the neck in his mouth and sinking his fangs into the tough scales. Turning, with only his toughened teeth holding the corpse in place, Adras stalked over to the Breton, who's screams increased as the demon drew closer, attempting to even rip his leg out by means of cutting. But that would be of no use. Wit ha quick twist of his neck, the Breton was bludgeoned to death with the Argonian body. More times than needed.
Now... why let his victim's die first? Because it was another unexplainable pattern this vampire specialized in. And he wasn't into feed off dead bodies... But he did want to walk about in the sunlight in the morrow, especially if they remained outside for too long. That would be a real problem. So he bent down, licking straight from the ground the mixture of the bitter and sour bloods of the two fallen meals.
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Post by Immortal Swine on Oct 21, 2009 9:20:08 GMT -5
Raven brought both of her pale hands near her face, her red eyes suddenly turning a shade of blue, reflecting from the lightning sparkling in both of her hands. The Lightning Storm spell she was about to unleash would surely immobilize her enemy in an instant. Lightning sparked through her finger tips as the air turned instantly blue. Generating lightning involves a circular motion with the arms. Mentally, it involves a complete absence of emotion and peace of mind. For Raven, that was no problem. Phisically, it requires separating the energies of Magicka and scrolls. When the forces collide, the user only guides, rather than controls, the lightning's direction. Because of this complexity, a lightning attack usually takes much longer to initiate than her standard fire attacks.
The lightning flew towards the strongest Orc, piercing through his stomach, his body twitchin, skeletal part of his body showing each time he shook. Smoke raised from his body and unlike the smoke, he fell to the ground. Twitching, still alive. The pony tailed Orc rushed over to Raven, with his iron sword. He trusted it with all of his strenght, hoping to stab the 'witch' in the back. Raven sensed him already, she turned around before the blade could get near. Performing a horizontal mid-air spin, she simultaneously avoided the Orc's sword thrust, slapping it away from his hands, the sword flew at the nearest tree, impaling the wood instead. The Orc was now shocked, and most likely dead. He looked around, trying to determine a way out. He would not help his friends, he was consumed by fear. Raven was someone to be feared, she was a master of prevarication, princess of the Vladmirius Coven, Expert use of Destruction spells and Vampire prodigy, the cold blooded flame, expert of persuasion..intimidating, powerful, ruthless, agile, undaunted, cunning, determined, confident, brilliant, deadly..immortal. The Orc rushed away, the "mighty" and "strong" Orc was frightened, he feared her, this made her smile. Adras seemed to join the battle, along with ALessandra, she shot a glance at them, even Draken and then turned to her prey.
A wicked grin spread across her face as she walked after him. The Orc grabbing stones and throwing it at her. Raven, punched one out of the air, the other she kicked using her martial arts and hand-to-hand skill. Enough was enough!. Raven was ready to feed, she rushed to her prey, tackling him down to the ground, first, sinking her nails in his face, slowly turning it to the side, exposing his bare neck. She could hear his heart beating, fresh blood rushing through his veins, she could smell them. Raven opened her mouth, her long tongue suddenly licking all over the Orc's neck. Her long tongue went back in her mouth, then her mouth extended, larger than normal. 6 centimeter fangs dropped from their normal size, to large canine-ike. Raven hissed loudly, almost screaming, the Orc eyes widened and Raven pushed his head down further into the dirt, while her teeth pierced his soft flesh, digging deeper and deeper down in his neck. Raven began feeding, one hand holding the Orc's face, with her nails passing his flesh, while the other hand held him down. The Orc tried to move and squirm, but this only made her hungrier, she bit harder, more ferociously, extending her fangs a little bit longer, making them sink further in, nearly emerging from the other side of his neck. Raven started to suck his blood, drinking more and more of it. The orc gave away his last breath and twitches, before dying. Raven continued drawing his blood, not all of it. FInally, she brought the last drops of it to her mouth, suing her tongue to cup it all back. Now, it was the other Orc that she had to feed on.
Draken noticed how the Khajiits have a heightened sense of smell and vision, Draken had to work on that, he dug his foot deep into the dirt, then kicked all the sand into the Khajiit's eye. The cat man screeched and whelped, trying to get the sand away from his eyes, nearly scrathing his eyes out. Khajiits tasted delicious, all that moon sugar mixed with Skooma, also, the fact that any blood was sweet, made him taste just like honey. The nord female swung her axe, attepting to behead Draken; Draken dodged it, ducking and jumping as she tried to cut his waist. But the vampire was too fast. Draken barked a angered shout at her and then turned over to the Khajiit, kicking the cat man down. When in combat, Draken always put his anger to good use, his inner turmoil always aided him when nescessary, which resulted in the name Hot headed Leech. Leeches suck blood, and he was hot headed and always grouchy, except when around beautiful non hostile women. Ever since Rayne died, he was really heart broken, thus feeding savagely instead of feeding on sleeping people.
Draken crashed his head onto the Nord's face, pushing her back to the wall, while he ran back at the Khajiit. The cat man grabbed a bow from the corner of the crates, he aimed at Draken and fired two arrows at once, Draken lunged to the ground, slipping across the dirt and kicking the Khajiit to the floor, that instant, he rolled over, dipping his Ancient vampiric katana on the log that sat burning in the fire place. The katana picked up the burning wooden piece, and Draken swung it over at the Khajiit, the log fell right ontop of his face. The cat screeched, trying to scatter away the fire sparks that burned into his face. The beer and ale bottles that sat near the fire place would come to use, Draken grabbed two bottles, cracking them in his hands, the bottles cracked and alcohol fell all over the Khajiit, the fire spreading through his body. "AH!!" shouted the cat man in pain, desperatly trying to get rid of the flame. Now, the food that Draken was mouth watering for, the young female Nord bandit. Draken reared his head back, his fangs dropping to their full lenghts. He charged, his katana ready, his fangs ready, his food ready..ready to die. The Nord female braced for impact, she swung her axe at him, cutting Draken on the side, but the strong vampire still got to her. Pushing her hard against the wall. "Ow!" she managed to say as her back slammed against the wall of the AYleid ruin. Draken started to bite in the air, trying to reach her neck in a desperate lust for blood. THe Nord grabbed his neck, holding his face away from hers. She panicked, trying to escape, which only made Draken angrier. The vampire grabbed her neck, holding it tightly, clenching it. Picking her up with supernatural force. Draken tossed the Nord woman across the campsite, she fell to the dirt, looking frightened, noticing her friends being massacred. A female vampire feeding on a Bosmer, while another female, black haired monster fed on Gro-shen, her friend. Now she realized what she was dealing with..vampires!. She never taught they attacked in the open. The alter vampire killed two of her friends!. It was over, she knew she was going to die also.
Draken walked over the burning body of the Khajiit and paced to the Nord woman. He kicked her in the stomach, making her roll over. The Nord woman growled in pain and a sudden busrt of hatred against her opponent. Then, she remembered. Vampires were vulnerable to silver. She got up, throwing her small dagger at him, obviously missing, she charged for the tent. She remembered she had a silver shortsword under her pillow. She ran as fast as she could, pain on her side and on her stomach. The vampire leaped in the air, hissing wildly. "Graah!!" he shouted. She dived for the shortsword, quickly and fast, without knowing and thinking what she was grabbing for. All she knew, was that there was a short sword there!. The Nord grabbed the weapon and suddenly bringing it to her face, to protect her. Then, the hard obvious truth struck her, the pointed tip of the blade was pointed towards her, the end, pointed at the vampire, who was falling right to her. Before she could correct her error, the vampire was upon her. Her silver shortsword cutting the side of her neck, not fatally wounnding her, just scraping it. The vampire grabbed his ancient katana and plunged it deep into her stomach, near her chest. The weapon impaled her deeply. The Nord gasped painfully, then groaning silently. The vampire rushed his hands over her chest, pinning her down to her tent's bed. Slowly, reaching for her bleeding neck. Draken ran his tongue all over her pretty face, then quickly he bit her. Fangs melting into soft tissue, drawing blood. His blazing red eyes, drowning in bloodlust. Draken thrusted the katana deeper in her stomach, the sharp blade sinking past the fabric, the covers, the ground. Unable to move, she was pinned and dead. Unable to defend herself. Draken relished in the blood stremaing down her neck, he reached closer to her mouth, eyeing his prey closely, then he bit her again, this this under her mouth. Drawing more and more blood. Some would think this is evil, he knew well enough he had to kill what he he needed to survive. Could he ease the pain? Yes, did he? to some extent. Draken used a seductions and calm spell upon his prey, calming her down, as if she was drunk. It was no use, he already beaten down upon her before, but she could atleast meet her unfortenete fate without excrutiating pain. The female Nord closed her eyes slowly, almost not feeling anything, as if she drank a large amount of beer, ale, skooma, and wine all together. She felt weightless, all she felt, was weightless, pain gone..blood leaving her body..but no pain. Draken was a respectable fellow, when he had the power to reduce pain, he would and he did. Now, he began his crazy feeding once the Nord woman has really died. Draken let go of his blade, while it still was holding the now dead woman. He caressed her body slowly, placing his hand near where he was drinking. Right under her chin, he pushed it, gouging the blood into his mouth. Like a water fall..a river. A bursting fruit. Sweet..so sweet.
Raven was done, she dropped the Orc she was feeding on, he fell with a heavy thud. Dead..good as DEAD!. Raven licked the blood from the corner of her mouth, whiping her black hair around again. Still dripping wet and soaking. The other Orc could barely move, having absorbed a lethal amout of lightning in his sytem, after he received a brutal beat down from a vampire. Raven walked to him seductively, each step a deadly step. She grabbed the Orc with both hands, holding him by the collar of his shirt beneath his light mithril armor. A face of disgust swept across her, her eyes looked from his feet to his face. The Orc mumbled some words she could not comprehend..nor cared to comprehend. Raven held him with one hand now, other hand reaching for a single sharp scimitar, pulling it out of the sheath, pulling it to his throat. One swift cut, she lascerated it, blood dripping down his neck, into her mouth. Just like she did with her victims when she joined the Crimson Scars Raven's skin began to change color, from bright pale to normal white/tan. Her skinny figure with bones almost showing from her back and sides, vanishing, being replaced by a well, fit body. Raven felt a rush of sudden weakness and yet strenght. Now, she was able to actually blend in and walk in sunlight.
Raven was done, she dragged the Orc's body towards the small bench by the fire place. She noticed the log was missing, only few sparks and ember remained. Raven palced his neck at the bench, his body kneed to the ground. She picked up the axe that was dropped by Draken's prey, lifting it over her head, she brought it down. HARD. Beheading the Orc. SLICE. The Orc's head dropped to the ground, rolling near the fireplace like a watermelon. Raven snickered, picking up the bald head, walking over to the crates in the corner, ripping and yanking the cover, Raven tossed it away, throwing it over Draken and his prey at the ruined tent. She always wanted to mess with him, ebven in feeding time. Raven turned to look inside of the crates. "Ah!, yes" she whispered. Bottles, full of beer and wine, few fish skin and gold pieces, and a large silver bowl, stolen, no doubt. Raven picked a handful, and tossed them all in the river when she walked to it. Opening the cork with her single index finger nail, dropping all that disgusting, vile liquid, into the ground. Draining it and washing the inside with water, then dumping out the water. When that was done, Raven grabbed the head of the Orc, placing the head ontop of the bowl. Squeezing it, all the blood falling into the bowl. When there was no more, Raven turned the head upside down, slicing the bald head open until the brain was visible, she did the same process. The bowl was nearly filled, she then placed all the bowl's contents into the bottles, filling them. Raven closed them again with the cork, warm blood freshly held in a bottle. Raven continued to her previous prey, the first one, pony tailed Orc. Repeating the same process she did. This one, lacked more blood because she already had fed off of him. But he still had some lingering in his broken body. After she was done, she rushed over to Draken, still feeding, she started to wiggle the Katana that was plunged in the Nord's body, irritating Draken as his food began to wiggle as the blade did.
Draken turned to her angrily. "What!?" he asked.
Raven frowned and walked at him; pushing his head gently. "Are you finished leeching on this one?" She asked. Before he could answer, she said "Good! Now back off!", she barked, draining the blood of the Nord into the bowl.
"What are you doing? IIm not done yet!" Draken said.
Raven sighed. "We need blood for the journey and I packed alot into some of the bottles I found on the campsite."
"No, find your own, Raven. This one is mine" he argued.
"If you get thirsty along the way, dont come begging me for a sip, because I will deny you". She hissed.
"d'amnit, Rave." he said angrily. "Why dont you go get that feline over there. Hes full of it".
Raven laughed. "I know, your picky so you left him out. I will see to it that his death was for a reason" she giggled. Finishing draining the Nord's blood. Raven gazed at Adras feeding, she could'nt help but smile, she did the same when she saw Alessandra. Even if the woman was kinda nice, she could not deny the thirst, no one could. Raven proceeded towards the Khajiit, the burnined cat law motionless on the ground. Raven sighed, pulling both of her scimitars and lascerating the cat.
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Post by BlackRose on Oct 21, 2009 12:59:25 GMT -5
Alessandra backhanded the Altmer mage making him crash into one of the ruin's walls. that she thought was for the ice blast to the face. the altmer groaned holding his face there was a bruise already forming unfortunately he wouldn't live long to notice it.
next the Altmer knew she was in front of him, he snarle3d at her and spoke. "you... you killed them!"
she just looked at the Mer like he was insane "well duh rally what did you expect me to do kiss them?" she responded "seriously i saware you alt-" he cut her off.
"they were leaving tomorrow going to the city live a normal life they were sick of this life!" he snarled throwing a fist full of shock magicka at her. she ducked down the magic going over her. she ran up and stilled herself barely a breathe away from the altmer scaring him. with a expression of disinterest she started speaking.
"did you know Dunmer blood is spicy and burns going down like good whiskey? that Bosmer blood is a such a rich and sweet blood there is no comparison in food or liquid. and Altmer... Altmer blood taste like dark thick Chocolate. Sweet and bitter for your concentration of magica" she said as she suck her fangs into the elf's throat before he could mutter an single spell. she stepped away from the elf his body slumping down to the floor. he was a hair's breathe from death, she looked at him thoughtful for a moment before closing his eyes as he breathed his last. she was going to ripe his heart out but decided against it.
she turned her attention to the others she was full, she often didn't hunt like this and actually kill. she ran her finger across her lips licking it off her fingers. she would invite the rest of them to her home for a place to stay she had plenty of room. especially to accommodate the three or two of the vampires. she watched the siblings she knew it was typical of siblings to bicker and pick on one another, but she'd say raven was almost... mean. but eh that could just be her way of showing her affection for her brother. speaking of brothers and siblings she wondered how hers were doing.
"if you are in need of a place to stay i have plenty room in my home. that doesn't involve a cave under my home." she said as she walked back over to them. out of the corner of her eye the lighting of the Ayleid well her sister would probably like this place.
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Post by Immortal Swine on Oct 21, 2009 16:01:42 GMT -5
Raven raised her lip in annoyance. No cave under her home? Not her style. Raven remembered the beautiful gothic catle she lived in, gargoyles on the roofs and balconies, dry skeletal statues that were once traitorous men and woman, sentanced to spen eternity as statues and trophies. The halls, the rooms, the dining area, the training area. The bastion, the cloister, everything was specially made to her and everyone elses liking. Even her new hideaway near Skingrad was similar to her home. It was dangerous to return back, not for a few days, perhaps even weeks. Raven had no other choice. Alessandra was a vampire, obviously. Unlike many vampires Raven had met, and she had met many, Alessandra was nice, caring and quiet. Probably turned, Raven speculated that Alessandra was turned. Pure bloods are born-vampires, offspring that were conceived between two turn-blood or born vampires. The regenerative abilities of vampires somehow affects their birth-rate, making the birth of vampires a somewhat rare occurrence. If the vampires bred at the rate mortals do, then most, if not all vampires would be purebloods. As it is, most vampires were turned and the purebloods constitute only a fraction of the population. The reason why Raven knows she is turned, its because of her behavior, less agressive than most. Most are agressive, but they lack the level of ferocity displayed by purebloods. Purebloods arent born mortals, mortal values almost has no meaning to them. Which is why Raven hasn't a ctually fell in love with anyone, Draken, on the other hand has. Strangely. Raven sighed, searching for a bag to place to bottles of blood she recovered. Draken retrieved his sword and sheathed it in his back compartment. He wanted to go, its been a long time since they met another of their kind, since they befriended another of their kind. Regardless of infected or immortal by birth. Only friends they really had, and allies, were Greywyn Blenwyth from the Crimson Scars & Rowly Eadwulf. Rowly, not even a vampire, aided Greywyn in the quest to overthrow the brotherhood, even if the plan had failed, he still tried.
"I suppose. I rather not hide in a well or sewer for the time being. Your place sounds atleast decent. It better be decent or better" Raven grimaced.
Draken got up,l wiping his mouth. "A generous offer, I accept it. I just need a place to stay for now, until I can get things back in order. I trust your place will be most pleasing. I do hope, for your sake" Draken frowned.
"Is there anyone else staying at your home?" he asked, firmly. His pale face already gone, replaced by a regular mortal appearance.
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Post by BlackRose on Oct 21, 2009 19:06:49 GMT -5
Alessandra raised and elegant eyebrow, and almost laughed at Raven but probably believed that was a bad idea. She nodded at the two and though for a moment. "as far as i know no one else is in my home and those i let in know of my 'circumstances'. only two mortals know who i am. one is tied to me by a mutual deal that benefits us both. the other... well we will leave it at that shall we?" she said as she bide them to follow her on her way back to the imperial city the way they came, she cast a water walking spell upon her feet as she made her way across the water.
she wondered about her home in the Temple district she thought it ironic that her 'father' purchased a home in the imperial cities temple district the thing was of a different architecture than the rest of the buildings, it was darker perhaps a bit foreboding. but when it was built they just blaimed it on a old man's eccentric ways. so the descendants after words had just rented the home to others. which he did for a long while before giving it to Alessandra saying that she would have more use for it than he ever would.
Alessandra broke from her musings to be in front of her home she knew they could see in the dark as good as anyone could see in the day. the place looked like a miniature castle in the temple district the 'myth' behind it so to speak is that the man who had it build her 'ancestor' felt there needed to be a 'proper' castle in the imperial city.
she turned opened the door gesturing them inside though a person at the top of her stairs caught her attention.
"what are you doing here?" she asked no vehemence behind it what so ever just exasperation.
"so sorry i just let myself in." the woman said "i had too i missed you sister." the woman said with a smile her fangs poking out from in between her lips. the woman's hair was no ware long as Alessandra's, though it was just at dark but held a warmth that betrayed its color a black made by brown. the hair itself went to her lower back and was loose the woman's elegant eyebrow rose as she noticed guest.
"my dear sister you never told us you had company " she said as she started walking down the stairs.
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Post by Immortal Swine on Oct 21, 2009 19:38:52 GMT -5
Draken arrived at Alessandra's lair, immedietly looking around. The house was more like a castle. Dark & foreboding, lovely. "I like it" Draken whispered to Raven's ear. Raven rolled eyes. "I dont plan on staying here for long" Raven yelled.
Draken sighed, continue on walking, lost in his thoughts until a new one surged along with a voice.
"So sorry i just let myself in." the woman said "I had too i missed you sister." the woman said with a smile her fangs poking out from in between her lips.
Draken whispered again. "I dont like it..I love it" he paused. "I plan on staying here for long" he whispered again.
Raven growled and stomped away from him. Listening the conversation between Alessandra and her newly arrived sister.
"My dear sister you never told us you had company " she said.
Draken grinned. "I believe we have not met. What is thy name?" he asked generously. Rave crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. Just waiting for things to happen.
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Post by BlackRose on Oct 21, 2009 20:17:05 GMT -5
"Alessandra sister they have manners" the woman said happily. Alessandra sighed and rubbed her face. honestly she would have preferred there brother speaking of which there he was sitting in front of her fire place dressed to the nines in hunting leathers. and weapons to curved swords that looked more like enlongatyed knives, strapped to his back and set of bows and arrows. {{ooc: obviously pic is void of leathers and weapony use thous imagination XD}} the man lifted his dark colored head and looked at his sister and smiled the smile was hollow. Alessandra approached her brother and gave him a hug he was far older than Marcella and her. he hugged her back. " i can guess no luck by the look on you face?" "none... the bastard has eluded me for quiet some time.." he spoke his voice smooth calming charming. obviously Alessandra learned all she did from him. "you will find him then father can finally rest and mother can stop mourning..." "speaking of mother..." her brother spoke softly sadly... "no.." "yes the bastard got her recently... i fear for my sisters which is why i have brought Marcella here." he said. ----- Marcella smiled at the male in front of her "the name is Marcella Drusus, and don't you forget the name hunny." she winked at him. "but pardon this one for she is old may i also have your name?" she said as she made it to the bottom of the stairs. she waved a decorated wrist grabbing a highly decorated bottle with strange writing on it. it was obviously a bottle of blood. "i do say before our brother heads out we all share a glass of this delicious blood but but the looks of you you have all just feed..." Alessandra turned to her sister fully intent on agreeing "that bottle is for rare occasions only..." "I'd say this is a rare occasion my sister has other guest beside me and Amadeus." she grabbed the correct number of glasses. and looked at the one who introduced himself. "this blood is very very rare you'd have to go to Valenwood to find it and then that is rare now a days... this is a half breed's blood one of the Ayleidoon. but mixed with bosmer the blood is rich delicious and reminds me of the night and stars strangely enough" she said handing a small goblet to him. while Alessandra poured the rest out handing one to her brother and approaching raven with another while she grabbed one for herself.
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Post by Immortal Swine on Oct 21, 2009 20:55:16 GMT -5
Raven took the goblet of blood, studying it first before taking a sip, enjoying the rare hybrid blood. "I am Draken, this is my sister, Raven" He said, taking the goblet, avoiding the full name introduction.
"Valenwood, I been there. Twice. A place full of savages and pathetic natives." she paused, feeling that what she said barely made sense. "We were sent there to retrieve some special artifact."
Draken growled and mumbled to himself. "But we didn't get that artifact!"
"No, Draken. We did not" Raven said calmfully.
"It's good to know this trip was a complete waste of time for EVERYBODY!" Draken spat
"On the contrary Draken. We managed to witness the Usurper's defeat" She snickered, enjoying the memories.
"Why was it so important to defeat him anyways?" Draken asked angrily.
"Because, he was a threat" Raven said
"I mean besides that.."
"Because he was going to conquer everything" Raven added, almost sighing.
"I mean besides that" Draken bugged.
"Well, maybe because his ilk killed half our warriors..includng your littl girlfriend. It is sad you had to lose someone." Raven chuckled, now, bugging her brother "When we got back, mother told me, it was like your heart was ripped out of your chest" Raven chuckled.
"Maybe you would like to match!" Draken blurted loudly.
"Forgive my brother, he has been lonely lately. A lack of actual female companions. He is not exactly the ladies man as he expects to be" Raven smiled.
"You wouldn't know anything about that" Draken said, recalling his last real relatioship with vampiric royalty.
"She left you..as I remembered. No wonder she left; she's way too pretty for you."
"Atleast I had companions"
Raven nearly crushed the goblet in her hand, but refrained from doing so, she did not want to dishonor the hosts. "Forgive our mad ramblings. But you said, your mother died. Someone..killed her. I wish you the best of luck and the best taste of vengeance" Raven said, smiling, taking another sip. Raven was surprised, she enjoyed the non savages, they were civilized, well mannered. Raven liked it. "Do not worry, your sisters shall be safe here. The best way to kill the hunter..is to find what he looks for. To catch the hunter, you must start with the prey" Raven gave the advice, even if the man already knew it.
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