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Post by Mihaela Dracul on Nov 6, 2008 0:06:00 GMT -5
   . . .I could feel the hot breath on my neck. Then the skin of my throat began to tingle as one's flesh does when the hand that is to tickle it approaches nearer, nearer. I could feel the soft, shivering touch of the lips on the super sensitive skin of my throat, and the hard dents of two sharp teeth, just touching and pausing there. I closed my eyes in languorous ecstasy and waited, waited with beating heart.
It was familiar, perhaps one of the most reminiscent themes playing from her childhood, occurring once again in the darkened corners of the night; ethereal beams shifting down from amongst the forest branches, falling against the dark abyss that seemed to encase the land like that of a dimmed torchlight. Everywhere the light scraped, aesthetically penetrating to the human eye, everywhere the fragments of beams bounced, was touched upon as if magnified among the nearly artificial silence of the night. The birds were a fair deal of time off from beginning their calming chatter, all but the nocturnal beasts long since bedded in their respectable holds. Even the God's seemed to be sleeping, their breath barely falling upon the surroundings, only every now and then whispering its way through the leaves above. It was almost a tribute to the darkened clouds hanging overhead- various shades of dark grays and black. And yet there was nothing that wasn't seen to the bright green eyes of the figure sitting amongst it all, back lent against the gnarled trunk of one of the many trees lining the clearing. Roots tangled in and out of the matted earth; leaves, twigs, and various similar items accumulating together to make up the forest floor. The edge of the forest, a seemingly endless space of hills stretched out before her, illuminated only by what little brightness deemed to drop from the sky. Shadowed, flawless hills, stretched over with lush greenery as far as the human eye could see. And yet... this figure wasn't particularly human at all, and hadn't been for a vast amount of time, or so it felt.
Knees pulled up almost directly to her chest, arms loosely encircling the long stems, she appeared the picture of relaxation, face set into an impassive expression. But what was one to do? She'd just awoken not an hour beforehand, and despite the many allures of the still sleeping castle... the great outdoors had seemed so much more inviting. A run to clear her head, fresh air...and the possibility of stumbling across something tasty. But as in her past she'd ended once again only to tread the leaf strewn floor of the forest floor, its foliage barely protesting under her light feet as she made her way. A faint sort of color, not red, nor pink... but perhaps a darker shade of the porcelain of her skin stained her cheekbones. Her hair hung loose about her shoulders, the dark mass waving about her facial structure almost angelically, if one could ever associate one such as she with the likes of religion. One could almost guess that she'd spent hours contriving the look, though in truth she'd left her rooms with braids in her hair, and much more than the dark liner surrounding her eyes. But then, it was one such as she's job to look the part. A mental sigh worked its way into the framework of her mind, her eyes nearly protesting with the urge to roll heavenwards. Yes, one such as she. A grim smirk played at the right-hand corner of her lips, her fingers curling into loose fists. One such being that resided only in night, one such being that held the responsibility far beyond her years. No, should any of her acquaintance stumble upon her, she at least looked what she should. There was no red staining her lips, no threat of any stolen life about her.
Though if any found her at the moment, at least any outside her kind, or court... her appearance would be something of a shock. Adorned in a pair of tight fitting pants, assorted with the black leather of riding, she'd forgone the manners of dress and skirts for the night. Though the black corset fitted tightly to her body was something none could protest against, even in the most high of circles. All elegantly well made, easy to slip into the shadows, and a compliment to her figure and skin. But then, so was everything she graced to throw on. It wasn't as if she'd learned nothing over all the years living the life she had. She was neither base nor unintelligent, and she'd be damned if it be insinuated as such.
The moon shifted out of sight momentarily, casting the entire field into the dark shadows of night. The omnipresent blue glow that had before encased the clearing flickering out and an even darker, almost pitch black taking its place. It was... nice. No, that was not an adequate word for it at all. Her favorite time of the day by far, the witching hour, as some were prone to call it. The only time when one such as she could walk around unnoticed. The only time in which she had to herself. A good deal of the castle was still asleep, and unless she was missing her guess, would be for at least a little longer. The late night before, or perhaps we should say early morning in their case, had been sure to tire out even the most tireless of those in the castle. And with her brother's birthday soon coming, there was sure to be many more of those. The nights spent in preparation for it, and then the actual occasion itself. It wasn't everyday that their King celebrated the day of his birthday after all. She felt the corners of her lips twitch reluctantly up at the thought. And how would Vlad like that? Haha, another year older, and no wrinkles to show it as such. Humanity's biggest fear embedded into the likes of what they would consider monsters. How ironic. Though she supposed, if she had been given the option over whether she was changed or not... well she would have still chosen to be. There was no lying over it. Immortality. Glory. Fame. Riches. And the blood... that was another matter entirely. Another matter, that she was sure those outside of her kind could never comprehend.
The glow reentered the clearing, her head coming up from it's impassive stance as her nostrils flared. There was something to be said for the smell of blood as well. Each person's coming across differently. And from what she could tell, whoever was headed her way smelled delicious indeed.
[[Sorry it's so crappy, museless. =[]]
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Post by Horatio de Mare on Nov 11, 2008 0:22:34 GMT -5
 he warm rays of sunlight and the gentle rustle of leaves had put him to sleep. The sun had at first been warming his bare chest, setting his gold hair aglow. Horatio had stretched, much like a cat and closed his eyes. Within moments he'd drifted off to sleep, dreaming of Italy, riding horses, running freely while in his wolf form. The dream was so real...the wind whistling by his ears as he swiftly made his way through a heavily wooded forest felt so tangible. When stopping for a drink of water, the clear liquid tasted fresh and pure. Then the dream changed, and he was suddenly surrounded by flames, smoke burning his lungs. Smoke... With a pang of fear Horatio realized he was trapped in the mansion that had been his home as it was engulfed in the inferno that burned it, along with those he loved, to the ground.
The youth woke up with a loud sob, sitting up, eyes wide and filled with unshed tears. It took him a few moments to return back to the present, to realize he was not trapped in a burning mansion, but actually sitting beneath a tree in his favourite meadow. Everything looked the same as before he'd fallen asleep, except that the sun seemed to have set hour ago. Horatio frowned and wiped at his eyes. The dream had seemed so short, yet it had obviously lasted for half the day. With a heavy sigh, Horatio ran a hand through his hair, then pushed himself to his feet. He brushed the grass and leaves off his trousers, then stretched, head tilting back, looking at the moon. Almost full... The werewolf rolled his shoulders back, groaning at their stiffness, then lowered his head and gave the meadow a quick scan. He then tilted his head slightly and sniffed at the air. No one was near.
There was only one thing that could chase away remaining memories of his nightmare. Horatio took off his trousers and let them slide to the ground, he then closed his eyes and allowed himself to shift. Slightly bronzed skin started melting, changing shape. The werewolf went to his hands and knees with a groan, pain shooting through his entire body. Bones shifted and realigned, bringing little gasps from his throat. Then his luscious silver fur sprouted from his skin and he stood there, complete.
Crystal blue eyes opened, and his shoulders relaxed as the pain faded. The wolf tilted his head back, eyes focusing once more on the large sphere in the night sky. He pulled in a breath, then released a long howl.
A second after the sound had cut off, Horatio took his trousers in his mouth and ran at incredible speed across the meadow and into the thick, easily dodging around the thick tree trunks. His breathing quickened, and he felt the wind whistling in his ears. Horatio ran faster, wanting to banish all thoughts of his nightmare. He soon because so caught up in repressing certain thoughts that he didn't catch the scent of someone in the area until he was almost upon them.
By the time he realized, he'd already gotten close enough for the other being to see him. Horatio slowed to a canter, then to a walk, blue eyes fixed on the person standing about ten human steps in front of him. He dropped his trousers and scented the air. Female...
Horatio focused on her, glad for the good vision he'd attained with the werewolf blood coursing through his veins. She was beautiful, breath-taking...
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Post by Mihaela Dracul on Nov 24, 2008 0:39:19 GMT -5
. . .I could feel the hot breath on my neck. Then the skin of my throat began to tingle as one's flesh does when the hand that is to tickle it approaches nearer, nearer. I could feel the soft, shivering touch of the lips on the super sensitive skin of my throat, and the hard dents of two sharp teeth, just touching and pausing there. I closed my eyes in languorous ecstasy and waited, waited with beating heart. Her face was tilted slightly up, the wind whispering past the cold facets of her skin, pores drinking in the chill of the night, her already icy skin gaining an all new kind of temperature. Really it was an... awe-inspiring kind of feeling, every single rivet of her body tuned on a higher frequency after just awakening, every single facet of her being tuned into some unearthly purpose. Even from this far off she could smell the blood of the sleeping villagers, and those few travelers who were passing upon one of the roads due south. Hear every heartbeat drum as if in unison, feel the pulsating of the liquid as it flowed unhindered throughout the veins. With her lids closed she could almost see the pulsing of their creamy throats, almost feel it as her teeth sunk slowly into the warmth, the liquid burning down the back of her throat... But, that in itself was a good reason for her eyes to be open on this night. If she'd been much younger she could have already found herself enjoying the simple pleasure, after all what was one life in retrospect? It wasn't as if they wouldn't welcome her into their abode. Oh no, she was far too appealing a predator to be turned away, there would be no trouble in obtaining the privacy needed to commit such an act. And she was fast enough, she was sure, to get to the hidden delights of their truest nature before even the smallest of a scene could be uttered, before even a gurgle could close off from their throats... But she wouldn't. There was sure to be blood at the castle... And as tempting as that might make it to go back, it wasn't as if it wouldn't be there when she returned.
Well she could only hope anyways, it wasn't as if they could drink the entire castle dry within a few minutes. And if that were the case, she was sure animal's blood would suffice... possibly. Twitching a hand through her hair at an impossible speed, she gentled the waves, a slow pull of her lips signifying a smile. She was... content? Not that she was ever unhappy or anything, after all, she was living in the lap of luxury.
But she was... unrested. Funny, seeing how many hours a day her kind slept. Or maybe she was too rested, either way. For now she was content to let the wind whisper past her, to let the glow of the moonlight encase her... Just to sit. A smile tilted the corners of her mouth, her head lolling back against the trunk of the tree.
She felt the white hot fire surge through the back of her throat as the smell washed over her, and held herself back against the tree almost instantly, stopping the instant urge to jump from her seated position and go after it. Her eyes drifted closed slowly, her chest contracting as she took one... two deep breaths before she stopped entirely, the air supply she'd gathered enough to remind her of the scent as her lids flickered open. More a dark green than anything else on this night, the color seemed to deepen, pupils dilating as she took in the creature before her. Oh no, she had been right, this was no ordinary human she was dealing with. And though she supposed she should be repelled by the thought of a Shifter's blood smelling so appetizing, it was too much to comprehend in such a short period of time. Tilting her head slightly to the right she surveyed her company, lips twitching upward as she inclined her head forward ever so slightly in acknowledgment. "Hello," a two syllable word placed into a musical, if questioning tone, her lips still pulled into a small smile. She had to take another breath after speaking, his scent washing over her with a dizzying effect. -Really how hard would it be to send something that didn't smell so appetizing her way, as if testing her already fraying resistance. For her brother, for her brother she would remain strong for this short period of time and not hunt... Well... not openly anyways. Her smile pulled slightly tighter, the strain barely evident on her features.
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Post by Horatio de Mare on Nov 30, 2008 16:24:24 GMT -5
 oratio stood very still, his nose tilted up, catching every scent. Startling blue eyes were focused on the woman just a few steps ahead of him. He took in every movement, listened to her every breath. Everything about her screamed that she was no mere human. If human at all. Horatio daringly took another step forward, drawing more of the night air in through his nose. Vampire...
He felt his heart drumming in his chest, quickening with the sudden surge of adrenaline. Horatio had only caught this scent once or twice while in Italy, but here in Transylvania, he'd encountered quite a few of the undead; he could smell them everywhere. The werewolf now knew that the stories of vampires being ugly, rat-like creatures, with numerous razor sharp teeth had been a lie. Vampires, at least the ones they'd encountered in this region, were beautiful.
As he watched, she appeared to be waging an inner war. Her back was pressed to the tree she was sitting beneath, and her eyes were closed. the vampire's delicate throat was exposed to the moonlight, and just as any other man would have imagined, Horatio pictured himself pressing his lips to that pale skin. Would it be cold? One of his legs twitched with the need to move forward, and do just as he'd imagined. Horatio swallowed quickly tightly gripped the reigns of his self control.
While he'd dealt with his own internal struggles the beautiful woman seemed to have won her fight. Or so he hoped. Kai would call him foolish if she were to see him in this instant, if she were to know his thoughts. Even with that chance that the woman before him could claim him as her dinner, he did not retreat but stayed just where he was. 'Hello' Horatio's ears pricked forward as the word slipped from her lips, and his head tilted slightly to the left. Should he converse with her? If he was to leave, this was his chance.
Despite the dangers involving the situation, Horatio stayed. With a slight twinkle in his eye he nodded his head in greeting, then picked up his trousers and moved behind the nearest group of bushes. He brought upon the change, the fur disappearing as he once again took on the shape of a human, bones moving like liquid. His lips stayed pressed together, lets he make a sound of pain. When he'd completed the change, Horatio pulled on the trousers and stepped back into view, a slight tilt to his lips, "Hello milady." Horatio did not know what title she held exactly, but from the appearance of her clothes she was no peasant, not even one of the middle class. This young woman had to be of noble blood.
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Post by Mihaela Dracul on Nov 30, 2008 22:24:42 GMT -5
. . .I could feel the hot breath on my neck. Then the skin of my throat began to tingle as one's flesh does when the hand that is to tickle it approaches nearer, nearer. I could feel the soft, shivering touch of the lips on the super sensitive skin of my throat, and the hard dents of two sharp teeth, just touching and pausing there. I closed my eyes in languorous ecstasy and waited, waited with beating heart.
Shifter... To say she wasn't completely intrigued would be a lie. And it wasn't just because his blood smelled so appallingly luscious either. It wasn't the first time she'd come upon one of his kind, though the last hadn't ended exactly as planned, and the bloody aftermath was something she didn't wish to repeat. But that was just one instance... and it was more than apparent that this one was as different from the last. She supposed it would be like vampires, no two were the same... and humans if you wished to stretch that far from the chain of command. But still, having so little information to judge by left her more than a bit apprehensive. Another small smile left her lips, her green eyes never wavering from the blue of the creature's before her. To hear legend of them, and see them in person was a stark comparison, though as used to the supernatural as she was, this was something else entirely.
She knew the human's of this town lumped all supernatural things into one category, though to say the two species were the same made as much sense as telling someone that a summers day was just as warm as a snowstorm in the dead of winter. She smiled slightly at that thought, after all, the cold had long since ceased to affect her skin. Her ears caught his every footfall, the soft crunching of the ground underfoot reaching her on the instant, her senses strained in arrest. What she wouldn't give to know what was going on within her recent companion's head. He seemed to be hesitating, to her eyes his body held tense. Though she could be misreading it. And even if she wasn't, it was hard to discern for what reason he was tense in the first place. Poised for attack? Or for flight?
She watched as her greeting was digested, her lips still held in a small smile, trying her best to ignore the burning in the back of her throat. She really would have to feed before the next night came to pass, sooner if she could possibly find a doner in the castle. Drinking it cold from a goblet, or worse a packet, held no appeal to her. Fresh. The only way it would work... she felt her thoughts digress the longer he hesitated, and quickly reigned them back in. She tensed as she sensed his movement, though the nod of his head relaxed her a bit, her muscles stayed tight as he moved from her sight. Was he gone? Her brows met upon her forehead, lips falling out of the smile in her confusion. That was... unanticipated. But he seemed to still be just beyond her vision of sight. Her hands twitched upon their resting point, face a mask of confusion. The sounds coming from beyond the bushes doing little to ease her mind.
She sensed more than heard him coming back, her face once again returning to the impersonal, polite smile. Her head tilted to the side as he reentered, eyes roaming quickly over her counterpart. Well... not exactly what she'd expected, the last had been rather... not so aesthetically pleasing to look at... Her smile grew slightly at his attire, and if she wasn't to lie his appearance in general. It appeared his blood was second only to his face. "Hello," she repeated again, her smile growing even more at his address. Ah, so he didn't know her. This meant he had yet to be in the castle... or engage in the gossips of the town. "I suppose I should be slightly put off that someone found my escape from the castle," she said slowly, eyes sparking with amusement. There was no use hiding behind any assumptions, or hiding her identity, it would only prove to earn her troubles later, of this she'd learned well. "And I suppose I should ask who you are, though common courtesy imposes that I introduce myself first." She added the last line a bit disdainfully, though it appeared she was to offer nothing up just yet. Let him breach the introductions. Her lips twitched ever so slightly, her pose relaxing once more against the tree trunk.
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