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| A Sheep Amongst...Vampires?; Private | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 16 2010, 11:28 PM (241 Views) | |
| Achar | Sep 16 2010, 11:28 PM Post #1 |
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There was a general unrest amongst the men. They were sentenced to death after all. There was no reason to be calm about their current predicament. As they marched along, constricted by chains, the prison…and eventually their grave laid ahead. The journey had already been long, arduous and resulted in a criminal or two dieing from the strain. Now they were to live out the rest of their pitiful lives within the vampires’ Hunting Ground. A crueler fate there could be not. And it certainly seemed one they could not escape, well…all except for one. Finally within the gated forest the men were released. Immediately they scattered, looking for any place of safety, any hope of freedom. Achar merely sighed once his wrists were freed. Softly he rubbed them, the flesh raw. Quietly he watched, waited as the guards left, the criminals ran off and he was left to his solitude. A small comfort, obtaining a moment’s peace after the long walk without a shred of privacy. If he had known it would have been this…unpleasant…he might of configured a less trying method. However…so far it had worked, his plan succeeding in some small part. Patiently he took his time, ensuring he was truly alone before moving on. Achar knelt down and slid from his shoe a makeshift map. It was quite simple, looking little more than a child’s drawing, but the landmarks were clearly distinguished. At the very least the guard wasn’t a complete idiot, stick figures weren’t beyond his unbelievably incapable hands. A soft noise in the brush quickly upped his paranoia. Careful…he had to be careful. Those prisoners could be close at hand…and he hadn’t his possessions, not yet. It took him some time as he attempted to maneuver through the forest unseen, unnoticed by the few roaming men that hadn’t the sense to hide. This was not his forte…all this sneaking around. Achar liked a bold approach, being as forward as possible. But he couldn’t always get what he desired through strong handed tactics. Fortunately it did not take him long to find where the guard had stashed his gear. A hollowed out tree, quite easily missed amongst the peculiar forest. An unassuming mark in the bark signified the correct hiding spot. For a moment he actually felt a ping of joy, reaching into retrieve his black robes and staff. Once comfortably…and properly adorned (those rags were wearing thin on his patience) he embarked towards the exit. Upon reaching the opposite end of the forest, he nestled up against a large tree, planting his emerald eyes on the guarded gate. Good time was made for he was still early. He slid down to rest, pulling out a hunk of bread. As he nibbled he quickly remembered how hungry he had been. They nigh starved the group on the trip. Now…if only he had some wine…and a pipe perhaps…he’d be set. An hour passed before the rotation occurred. The men left and it was deathly quiet for a few moments. Then a lone figure approached. He waited by the gate, looking back and forth nervously. Silently Achar slid forward, “Upon the full moon,” he murmured. “The wolf howls,” returned chokingly. The man was frightened beyond belief. However…greed was a powerful motivator. “Y-you have the money?” Achar chuckled as he slid a hand into his sleeve and produced a small bag pouch. He held it out as the fellow reached but withdrew it with a tsk. “Come now…A deal is a deal,” the wizard warned, “Open the gate.” Hesitation…then keys jingled. Slowly the steel frame creaked open and he stepped out into the freedom, greatly relieved. One more step done. “Money,” his accomplice murmured. Pathetic. Achar tossed the coin to him. “Get lost…stay lost.” And left him to his small fortune. That was nigh the last of it. He had spent near every bit of his wealth getting this far. It was a difficult task, finding people willing and stupid enough to help him. But now he was here…well, almost. Just a bit further. Slipping into Siaraia was not as complicated as he thought it would be. The most trying task to remain unnoticed, to keep his scent hidden…they would notice and certainly not ignore a fresh meal amongst their midst. A side passage bypassed the main gate, left open…accidently…and he was upon their Streets of Blood without a hitch. Things had worked out so beautifully so far…too easily…he was cynical from time to time and believed the fates would love to conspire against him. The wizard slid into an alley, resting in the shadows overlooking The Ruby Square. He crouched, folding his staff across his lap and took a chance to ease his angered belly once more. There was an abundance of stress that had weighed upon his shoulders, ignored completely since his journey began. Now it all hit him and he sagged, sighing, relief and fear overwhelming for the moment. Death lurked around every corner…A difficult journey so far…Now the easy part. Sarcasm always helped. |
| Veradisia Addair | Sep 17 2010, 12:55 AM Post #2 |
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Strolling through the square, it never seemed a bad idea. There were simply so many...prospects. Tonight was no different, Vera in the mood for something a little different, some company a little...fresher than the same old bed she'd frequented too many nights to count now. Sad, pathetic really. Was she losing her touch? No, no that couldn't be allowed to happen. It was easy to make her presence known, the vampire's ivory gown standing out quite starkly against the darker attire of near everyone else in sight. Always a drag to see such gloomy wares. It didn't dull her smile, though, bright red lips curled as her hips swayed through the crowds, catching as many eyes as possible. Though none of them seemed to quite catch her fancy, the few that stopped to greet her despicable, at best. Far was she from picky, of course, a man was a man and after so many years she learned that no one was much better than the others. Yet still tonight called for something...different. Why? Well, Veradisia wasn't quite sure, but lack of reason wouldn't stop her. Between her pale fingers a white lock of hair was twirled as she went, laughing at a rather humorous creature she spotted through a parting in the sea of people. Visitors, when would they learn? More oft than not she ignored them, her troubles far more important, and the same would stand tonight. She was on a mission, and failure was simply not an option. Still, always a better plan to be discreet, and as her steps led her deeper into the square, her violet eyes passed over the wares of each and every merchant, shopping, as it were, though all the while she listened, her senses remained all to keen, intent on the world around her. He was here, this treat of hers, this random night's taste of the flesh. Eventually, yes, eventually she would find him. All in good time. Though something...unpleasant caught her attention as she found herself standing before an older man, a noticeably aged vampire. Odd, though she could hardly bother as her gaze narrowed, her nostrils flared and she found herself looking this way and that. "Everything all right, miss?" The old man asked, reaching out to her, but she hardly noticed. Human. It was easy to pick up the scent. Had there been a new batch delivered? Even so, the scent shouldn't be so strong... "Y-yes, I'm fine, thanks." She replied with a smile, giving a halfhearted curtsy before skipping off, as far from the man as she could, following the scent she was sure she'd picked up. Near crazed her gaze scanned the faces around her, intend different now, far more serious than before. A human in the city? Now this was something she simply had to see.[/color] |
| Achar | Sep 17 2010, 10:00 AM Post #3 |
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Sated was his hunger, for the time. It still gnawed at him, wishing for a real meal. In due time he thought. Right now was certainly not the moment to be taking such a leisure. He stood, his legs arguing after having been crouching so long. He eyed the square momentarily, looking over the mass of merchants and their wares. So many predators there were…ready to make a meal out of him if he was not careful. Achar knew he was pushing his luck as it were…they could pick up his scent…he needed to get to work, meet his contact and give himself a bit better chance of survival. From the shadows he watched for another moment, amused that everything seemed the same, like any city, any race, except this one enjoyed the blood that coursed his veins. A lovely woman held his eyes for a moment…she looked around so intently, searching. A moment passed and he was gone. Retreated. Backtracking he moved through the alley and followed another route, taking him away from the square momentarily. Through the darkness he wandered, staff making just the slightest tap against the stone as he walked. His eyes shifted here and there, trying to pierce the shadows, to warn him of potential death lingering. Though silently he scolded such hopeful thoughts. Even if he did see a hunter coming for him there was not much chance he’d have the time to adequately defend himself. Even with his power he was still human…still a meek race…that was why he was here of course…to change all that. “Far from home, human.” The voice sounded humored. It stopped the wizard in his tracks but didn’t draw a fearful reaction. He actually smirked. “Perhaps I will change my address then,” Achar hummed as he turned to face the shadows, their form shifting, molding into something substantial. The vampire kept his form partially hidden, his identity still safeguarded in a small way in case onlookers did get the drop on the two. His contacts seemed to be never ending, his long reach stretching far, and into such places. Money did go a long way, as it should have…he had spent enough of it. “I smelt you from a block away…” The shadows chuckled, red eyes never lingering on Achar for long…they held a certain paranoia, worry of being caught. “I am in desperate need of a bath,” Achar replied, sounding certainly disgusted with himself, though that was not what his ‘friend’ meant…he knew that. The human scent, it was not something he could simply wash away. But that was why he had this man. “So…everything in order?” The vampire murmured a yes, pulling a folded cloth from his shirt…it was not anything spectacular, a colorfully stitched rag for all it was worth, but it was what rested inside that was important. Achar took it carefully, opening the wrappings and lifted up an unassuming pendent. He grinned, feeling the traces of power imbued within. Happily he slipped it over his head, tucking it within his robes, “It works, yes?” “Of course…but it won’t last forever…It’s power will run dry.” Achar did not seem relatively pleased with this, the man could tell. “If you wanted it to be stronger then you should of crafted it yourself, mighty wizard.” “If I had the time I would have…but I needed assistance…Never mind that, it will do for now.” No need to get into a useless argument, the man would not back down, he knew him well enough to understand that. “Just say the words of power and it will activate…It should keep most from noticing your presence…but don’t push your luck.” The vampire actually gave him words of concern, touching, though they were meant that he should stay out of trouble so not to trace him back. Achar nodded and started drifting away, “I will be in touch.” His contact hummed a response and dissolved into the darkness once more, leaving the wizard to fend for his own once more. A hand pressed against his chest, the cool metal resting on his flesh, a minor reassurance. Time to get moving again…but something kept his feet held. He felt oddly nervous, wary now at the alley and the shadows all around…was there someone around…an unseen watcher? The wizard tightened the grip on his staff, hesitantly moving on. His eagerness withdrew in the face of caution. Had he not been careful enough…was he followed? That could be…troublesome. Achar drifted around a corner then pressed his back against the wall and waited. Both hands now held his staff as he prepared to make a stand if need be…he had come this far he would not be detoured easily. |
| Veradisia Addair | Oct 2 2010, 12:01 AM Post #4 |
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Around corners, past black marble buildings, through secluded alleys she drifted, nothing but a wisp of smoke, a tiny trace of violet mist passing in and out of the shadows. She heard it all, followed the sound of the exchange as skilled as any bloodhound. Vera couldn't stifle the excitement that bubbled at this new event, at a human within Siaraian walls. She wasn't sure it had ever happened in her two centuries, couldn't remember any past happening quite like this. The tone of their exchange only increased her anxiety. Secrets, plots, plans she wasn't quite supposed to hear. The vampiress had to stifle her laugh as she approached, saw him leaning against the wall, smelled the nervousness that fell off of him. A human... it had been a while since she found herself so close to one not cowering in fear. "So very brave." Her voice rang out in the darkness, her form, lucid smoke twirling through the air ever nearer to him. "Entering our city...at will." Across the alley her figure manifest, clad in that ivory gown, her violet eyes trained on him, painted lips curled in a smirk, stance calm, casual. Of course she hardly underestimated him, that staff something to be wary of, though she was sure any potential attack could be avoided with ease. Her gaze roved over his form, again and again, taking in everything before her. Humans, they never failed to fascinate her, and this specimen was no exception. Reluctantly, her eyes fell away from him, looking up and down the alley to be sure she wasn't followed, to be sure she'd slipped away from the square most discreetly. Of course, if Vera was found with him, it would mean nothing short of a trip to the altar. But, for her, well that wasn't such a bad thing. Pushing away from the wall she held up her pale hands, a small, simple gesture she hoped he would take as her promise not to harm. Head tilted to one side, her eyes locked on his as she slowly crept closer. "I'm all too curious, human." Her hands lowered, falling to her swaying hips as still she advanced, stopped at a comfortable distance from both he and his staff. "What business have you here?" |
| Achar | Sep 16 2011, 12:28 PM Post #5 |
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Achar kept his calm, taking slow, measured breaths. Already it seemed his own quest would be in jeopardy and he had hardly gotten started. Not to say what he had done thus far was not a feat in and of itself. To have entered the vampire city unperturbed. It was an accomplish for even making it this far. Getting caught now…no, it was not an option. His grip tightened on his staff as the voice echoed from the darkness. A female…that much he could tell. Slowly he scanned the darkness, looking for any trace of his watcher. He could hardly control his bit of anger. Achar detested getting toyed with…he was no mouse…despite his obvious inferiority when it came to the vampires’ strength and speed. “Brave…and impatient,” he cooed back. Achar did not have to wait long to see his stalker. Upon finally seeing her form…he could not exactly deny being…intrigued. As were most of her kind, she had a quality of beauty so unlike anything else in the world. He had almost forgotten his current predicament and was quick to steel his resolve. Sliding away from her, carefully, calculating…he positioned himself with his back to the alley and was ready to make an escape if need be. However, curiosity kept his feet where they were. She could of done him in and be done with the matter. She was as curious to what he was doing here as to his wondering why he wasn’t dead yet. He relaxed his grip on the staff, keeping it between them but otherwise not held so defensively. Achar took another moment to admire her shape before answering. “I have particular interests…” It was a broad enough answer that he hoped would keep her happy. His goal was to stall until he could come up with a plan. If she intended to turn him in then he needed to have an escape prepared. Until then he would entertain the lovely lady. And perhaps…she could assist him. “Should you not…be doing something more…proactive? Certainly my presence is not exactly…welcomed?” A sly smile crossed his face. By default he relied on his charm and looks to aid whatever cause he was on. Dealing with this female…was a bit different from what he was used to. Despite a certain excitement over being found and confronted by the beauty, he could not help the bit of fear that ate at his mind. As much as he coveted power, he coveted his life more. And before him could very well be his executioner. |
| Veradisia Addair | Sep 16 2011, 06:11 PM Post #6 |
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Fearless... or was it a front? Either way, it was an appealing trait, even for one so weak as this human. Her smile only widened, ivory fangs showing through behind her lips. "You should consider yourself lucky..." She spoke, a teasing tone in her voice. "I'm not of the Legion, nor am I a Ves'enthe..." She cooed, referring of course to Siaraia's army, and the family that acted as their monarchs. Both were equally vicious, equally eager to see another human imprisoned, or dead. Vera's interests were... quite different. Th vampire had been fascinated with them since she was very young, always knowing that her race was merely an afflicted version of their own, yet still wondering exactly how they ticked. And this one was no different. His every movement, every expression, every word he spoke was something to examine. Truly Veradisia hardly wanted to harm him, no. "They would be happy to send you back to wherever you're from.. Or worse." She continued, thoughts turning to Dorian with a frown. As sweet as the Prince was to her, she knew he'd have a fair amount of haltered towards this one. Disappointing. "The gods have blessed you this day." She continued as her form began to fade again, slipping into that tangible, violet smoke. She drifted through the air as if pushed by a breeze, creeping ever closer. Vera was silent, until her form took shape again, standing just behind him, leaning around to face the human. "I won't harm you." She spoke with a smile, "No, not yet anyway." She stepped forward, moving to stand in front of him, so much closer now. "Not when you've been so vague. I asked you a question, love." |
| Achar | Sep 17 2011, 12:25 PM Post #7 |
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Achar had done his research, he would not be there otherwise. He knew of the lethalness of them all. It was a brave and idiotic thing he was attempting. However, he saw no other way. For his plans to come to fruition, he required a certain detail. The need for such gave him the strength and courage to do what he must. Even if it meant walking into the jowls of death, which looked like the most likely possibility thus far. He watched the vampire, wary of her every movement. “I will thank them after I get what I want,” he said, keeping his voice cool and even. Despite the chill she gave him, he found himself quite intrigued with the lass. It was difficult comprehending how powerful these vampires were. Before him stood such a beauty, so frail looking, and so utterly capable of tearing him into pieces. The difference in power displeased him deeply…it would be corrected. The wizard froze for a moment as she disappeared and was suddenly behind him, the closeness causing him goose bumps. It wasn’t exactly fear…it was a feeling of excitement. Despite the gravity of the situation he could not help particular interests in her flawless form. “It appears,” he began, an exaggerated sigh pushed through his thin lips, “the is no skirting around it… I desire something you vampires have…” Growing bold he rose a hand, brushing lithe fingers across her chilled flesh. “That youth…that ever lasting form…” Achar smiled sweetly, certainly pushing away his fear to indulge the woman. If she wanted to play this game, he would, and then given the opportunity…perhaps he could rid himself of her. She was already hampering his plans as it were. “You see…this body has so many limitations…I need…more.” He nodded, finding the last word the most appropriate description. “Now…you must be a smart lass…you know what I want…It is your turn then…what shall you do?…” |
| Veradisia Addair | Sep 17 2011, 12:55 PM Post #8 |
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Finally he gave his answer... and it was all Vera could have expected. Instantly her spirits fell, and she sighed as her gaze fell from his, expression defeated. It was all they ever wanted, to experience what Siaraia survived every day. A taste of the immortality, of the apparent power their existence brought. With a sigh and a shake of her head Vera pulled away, no longer in the mood for such games. "I could gift you with what you desire." She spoke, words no longer holding that same chime, now merely spoken, almost feebly. "But I won't." It was always so disappointing, such magnificent creatures so willing to throw away everything that made them great. Vera wished she could feel half of what they did: the need to breathe, the warmth of the sun, the pain of a scrape or scratch. Her flesh itself was a testament to those desires, laced with scars that would heal far too quickly. "You are foolish, human." She continued, caring little for what her words would do or how he would react. She cared no more about his staff or the potential danger he possessed. This game was over, that much she knew. "Return to whatever hole you crawled from. There's nothing for you here." And as she spoke her form turned, putting considerable distance between them, shape somewhere on the border between tangible and that same violet smoke. What a disappointment this one had been... |
| Achar | Sep 17 2011, 01:09 PM Post #9 |
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Achar’s brow raised in question at her response. For a moment it left him stunned. Then he grinned, chuckling softly before laughing louder. He stifled the noise quickly, still aware he was not far from others that might hear. She was an interesting one. The wizard hummed, a taste of satisfaction lasting from the momentary humor. She still did not quite understand him. Not that he cared but he did not want his intentions going misunderstood. “I do not want what you can give,” he called after her. The wizard had grown more intrigued with her. She was a different creature all together, not like what he had expected. “You think I want it just for the immortality?…I want more than that…much more…” Achar had far greater ambitions than anyone could imagine. “Perhaps…you could join me on this little adventure of mine…” There seemed to be no harm in offering the invitation. She had shown no interest in ending him before he could begin, maybe she would more valuable if he could somehow win her over. He had seen a certain disappoint in the vampire at his wants. There was no doubt in his mind she had heard such a thing before. There were more than desired simply the immortality, the ever lasting youth, not quite understanding the cost they had to pay. “I am going to change everything…are you not…a miniscule bit curious about that?…” |
| Veradisia Addair | Sep 22 2011, 03:35 PM Post #10 |
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As far as the vampire was concerned, she was done with this one. Like so many others he was foolish, wanted nothing but a curse, an affliction no man should ever desire. Further from the human she stalked, eager to be free of the burden. Until he spoke. Nothing could be worse than a vampire's curiosity... and though she'd never care to admit it, Vera's had been peaked. Her form stopped in its tracks, freezing in place as she thought it over. And before the human could draw a breath her form became smoke, the violet tendrils rushing towards him like a fierce wind. "Sixty seconds." She all but spat, only half of her form tangible from the smoke she'd become. "You have only that to convince me. Change my mind, and I may just aid you." Though it wasn't in her plans. She hardly wished to add more souls to their Legion, no matter how it would prove her support to Dorian... But this one may just have potential. He may just be one to deserve such a gift. His tone surely made it seem so. Arrogant, like the rest of them. Perhaps he held answers to the questions she'd had for so long. After all, his dress, his weapon and his very smell eluded to some form of magic. Would it not be worth... even a taste of his plans? Edited by Veradisia Addair, Sep 22 2011, 03:36 PM.
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| Achar | Sep 24 2011, 11:59 AM Post #11 |
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Achar stared after the woman. He usually had such a way with words, so able to get what he wanted without so much lifting a finger. So far it had not served him. He had been fishing for the right word, the smallest hint of what would turn the vampire around and give him a proper audience. With a delighted smile he found himself face to face with her once more, though her form existed in between touchable and not. “Well, curiosity…” He seemed humored by it, humming softly for a second. There was no time to waste if he was to win over her aid. “I do not want this gift for the same reasons as every other pathetic, human soul. I have need of it. What if I could free you…and everyone of your kind from these halls? Make it that you no longer answer simply to night? When have you last seen a sunset?” Two lithe fingers traced across her cheek. “Why should you be shackled so?” Achar had much more than that to offer, but he only played the cards he needed to win. He was not one to reveal it all. No, there was too much to lose yet. The game was just getting started after all. “Or…perhaps there are other things you desire? As long as I am human, I can not change a thing. I would be just another speck.” |
| Veradisia Addair | Sep 24 2011, 12:54 PM Post #12 |
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His words actually frightened her, if only a little. It was a strange feeling. She had been born this way... had thirsted from blood since she took her first bite of flesh. Never had she felt the sun on her skin, never had she been farther than Kareaia's Thorn-patch. The world beyond the Under was foreign to the vampire, told to her only in stories. Her eyes narrowed, looking at him with a measure of caution, of skepticism. This was all she knew, and while she dreamed of the world beyond and admired the other races; while she found herself fascinated with the humans... such an opportunity was... overwhelming. She couldn't help but think of Dorian, of his brothers and what would happen to the "great" Ves'enthes. Such claims were tall, she knew, and whether or not this human could truly deliver was a question in itself. Vera pulled away from his touch. She circled around him, placing a scarred hand on his shoulder, while the other pointed beyond the alley. "Lasymor." She spoke, her tone low as she pointed out the only structure tall enough to peek over the buildings that surrounded them. "Only they can give you what you want. Only they have that much power." Vaguely she wondered how many days at the altar this would get her. Wondered just what this would mean for her dear Dorian. Knew that the worlds she spoke were very much against the Code, could very well cost the vampire her life. But her curiosity urged her on, pushed the words from her lips as if she had no control over them. "Good luck, human." She whispered, form slipping around him again, and down the alley away from him. She was nothing more than a spec here herself, her name only known after she'd shared a bed with one of the Sons. She couldn't help him beyond this point; wouldn't jeopardize what she had for such a ploy. |
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