Amira flinched visibly as the vampire closed the distance between them. Slowly, she scooted as far away as possible, watching the vampire digest the fine wine quickly – sickeningly quickly. Such a beverage ought to be slowly...but again, she was placing human standards on the vampire, who was no human at all.
Now the glass was being held out to her, and she looked at it blankly for a moment, not understanding. Did the vampire want her to take it? Or refill it? That seemed more likely. She tipped the bottle over the glass again, using her unbandaged, uninjured hand. She thought moving the sliced-open hand closer to the vampire would probably be a poor choice. Instead, she tucked her sword hand behind her back; the vampire wasn't jumping at her throat just yet, but it couldn't hurt to minimize temptation.
She set the bottle down and moved her thumb to her lips, sucking a droplet of wine off her fingernail. “Is that okay?” she asked, dropping her hand to her lap and nodding at the wine. And what would she do if it wasn't? Apologize? I'm sorry I can't offer the bloodthirsty creature who tried to kill me a better drink. I guess that makes me a terrible person.
She winced as her shoulder hit the wall, and realized that she'd been steadily moving further away from the vampire. Her side was pressed up against the wall, the bottom of the cabinet digging into her back, and every muscle in her body was tense. Relax, relax. You're not dying, you're not in pain. Save the panic for later.
Nevertheless, the vampire was right there, uncomfortably close, the reassuring distance gone. It was hard not to want to hyperventilate, just a little.
An Inconsequential Arrival
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Jenica Sabiny
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Another glass down, and the pain within her throat eased a bit more. Jenica knew that it would never fully go away, that the pain was a permanent fixture in her body, but wasn't it nice to have something like relief for the first time in...ever?
It was enough for now. As a human, she'd never taken spirits, for she hadn't envied the drunken idiocy of those she would watch in her parent's parties. But as a vampire, she didn't know if it was even possible to become drunk. Vampire constitution...something she'd never tested, nor had the inclination to. And although this wine was dulling the pain a bit, and easing the stressed muscles in her throat, it wasn't helping to calm the craving which even now built within her belly.
Every time she looked at the human, she saw the human's death. She could no more hide that than she could pretend to be anything but a vampire. Being so close to the human made this a far more difficult struggle, for now, she merely had to reach out and twist, and she would have her meal.
Her bloodlust was shining through her glare now. Her irises were blood-red, dull, but focused on the human before her. She turned her body and cocked her head, scanning every inch of the female before her. Once again, she held out the glass, a slow and deliberate movement which left her well within range of the human. Now, it was the human's turn to extend her own arm...
It was enough for now. As a human, she'd never taken spirits, for she hadn't envied the drunken idiocy of those she would watch in her parent's parties. But as a vampire, she didn't know if it was even possible to become drunk. Vampire constitution...something she'd never tested, nor had the inclination to. And although this wine was dulling the pain a bit, and easing the stressed muscles in her throat, it wasn't helping to calm the craving which even now built within her belly.
Every time she looked at the human, she saw the human's death. She could no more hide that than she could pretend to be anything but a vampire. Being so close to the human made this a far more difficult struggle, for now, she merely had to reach out and twist, and she would have her meal.
Her bloodlust was shining through her glare now. Her irises were blood-red, dull, but focused on the human before her. She turned her body and cocked her head, scanning every inch of the female before her. Once again, she held out the glass, a slow and deliberate movement which left her well within range of the human. Now, it was the human's turn to extend her own arm...
Her sword was pressed up against the wall, inaccessible. That is, unless she moved closer to the vampire, and if she really needed her sword, the situation certainly wouldn't ripe for a close proximity with the beast. Nor was her sword hand up to swinging a blade at the moment. Nevertheless, the look in the vampire's eyes was making her exceedingly nervous. She had gotten herself into a corner. Again.
The glass was being held out again, and she stared at it a moment, watching the way its surface glinted, the way the vampire's fingers held it, the fine shadows where flesh met glass...she shook her head, clearing the fog that threatened to consume her thoughts. Don't lose touch with reality. Not now.
Slowly, she extended the bottle of wine, tipping it. Her eyes locked with the vampire's as the wine filled the glass, sloshing over the edges as the bottle shook in her hand.
The glass was being held out again, and she stared at it a moment, watching the way its surface glinted, the way the vampire's fingers held it, the fine shadows where flesh met glass...she shook her head, clearing the fog that threatened to consume her thoughts. Don't lose touch with reality. Not now.
Slowly, she extended the bottle of wine, tipping it. Her eyes locked with the vampire's as the wine filled the glass, sloshing over the edges as the bottle shook in her hand.
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Jenica Sabiny
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It was too much for the vampire's instincts. A human, bent and vulnerable, offering wine and yet also offering so much more. Jenica was beyond reason and thought; she was an animal, pure reflex. Her body flickered into action, and any semblance of humanity puffed away in the flexing of her muscles and the intention behind her gaze.
The moment the glass was full, the hunger within her exploded into rage.
Kill...
The vampire's free arm slammed into the human's, parallel to the woman's up to the elbow, and the vampire heaved the woman forward. As she wrenched the girl, she stepped back, twisted and put a spin into the action, intending to slam the woman into her own body, front to back with an arm still in her grasp. Twist, twist, and raise the arm - keep the human still, keep it trapped and unable to wriggle away, grab the chin and twist the face away to expose that lovely little neck. The wineglass shattered against the floor as it was abandoned; the wine splattered as well. Stains on the vampire's already bloodied breaches. Unnoticed and soon forgotten.
She was pure and visceral, and painfully hungry. The vein was there now, and just a bite, a tear, and the blood would flow. She opened her mouth, and her body shook with excitement at this meal, this thing it had been begging her to provide it with for so very long...
The moment the glass was full, the hunger within her exploded into rage.
Kill...
The vampire's free arm slammed into the human's, parallel to the woman's up to the elbow, and the vampire heaved the woman forward. As she wrenched the girl, she stepped back, twisted and put a spin into the action, intending to slam the woman into her own body, front to back with an arm still in her grasp. Twist, twist, and raise the arm - keep the human still, keep it trapped and unable to wriggle away, grab the chin and twist the face away to expose that lovely little neck. The wineglass shattered against the floor as it was abandoned; the wine splattered as well. Stains on the vampire's already bloodied breaches. Unnoticed and soon forgotten.
She was pure and visceral, and painfully hungry. The vein was there now, and just a bite, a tear, and the blood would flow. She opened her mouth, and her body shook with excitement at this meal, this thing it had been begging her to provide it with for so very long...
It all happened too fast.
Too fast to react, too fast to yell, too fast to move. Her entire body shuddered as the vampire's hand closed around her arm, the sensation of flesh against flesh jarring her. In the next moment, she was reeling forward, off the counter, the hard floor looming. Her first thought was that it was going to hurt when she hit the ground.
Her second thought, as she slammed into the vampire's body, was that she hadn't hit the ground.
Her third thought was Shit.
She was barely aware of the hand clamping onto her chin, the turning of her head. She barely heard the sound of glass breaking, barely felt the wine and shards of glass peppering her bare feet.
All she could hear was the sound of her own scream as it scraped from her throat.
Too fast to react, too fast to yell, too fast to move. Her entire body shuddered as the vampire's hand closed around her arm, the sensation of flesh against flesh jarring her. In the next moment, she was reeling forward, off the counter, the hard floor looming. Her first thought was that it was going to hurt when she hit the ground.
Her second thought, as she slammed into the vampire's body, was that she hadn't hit the ground.
Her third thought was Shit.
She was barely aware of the hand clamping onto her chin, the turning of her head. She barely heard the sound of glass breaking, barely felt the wine and shards of glass peppering her bare feet.
All she could hear was the sound of her own scream as it scraped from her throat.
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Ryalyn Kylana
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Breaking An Entrance
The last few days had been a blur. One confusing, colorless, noisy blur. As a child she had never been allowed to venture into town let alone the city. Yet another aspect of her sheltered life.
A few days ago she and Ayden had entered this populace, despite Ayden's misgivings. Since then Rya had spent her days wandering about curiously yet cautiously, Ayden tucked carefully away in an inside pocket. Their nights, however, were spent finding a good hiding place for the night, safely away from prying eyes and the city guards who tended to patrol the streets at night.
Which brought her to the current situation. The night before she sauntered into the housing district, taking shelter in a poorly constructed shed lying abandoned in someone's neglected backyard. It seemed the perfect place since it looked like it hadn't been used, let alone touched, for many years. Despite it's relatively good protection, she hadn't slept well that night. Something foul smelling and predatory had pervaded the surrounding area. Ayden had kept her up the night pacing and keeping a tireless watch until the sun that rose in the grayed and dirty windows come morning was a blessing.
They left the shed relatively early so as to avoid being spotted exiting their hiding place. Rya was passing through some quiet and well sheltered backyards when she felt Ayden's muscles stiffen in her pocket. She crouched a bit, still and observant. What is it? she responded mentally to her companion.
That thing that I sensed last night ... I smell it again... he replied, a clear sound of disgust filling his mental voice.
Rya closed her eyes a moment, methodically expanding her senses. Sure enough she felt the presence. She opened her eyes and straitened again. Oh that? It's nothing. she commented matter-of-factly, a statement that was quickly rejoined by Ayden's derisive mental snort. More seriously, though, as she looked around and added, It seems to have taken up shelter in one of these houses for the day. As long as we keep our distance we should be-
A scream tore through the air, coming from the direction of one of the house in question. Rya's flinch turned into quick and decisive movement ... toward the house. Ayden was out of her pocket and in her way in a flash. "This is not our problem."
Shushing him, she approached the house cautiously in a running crouch, Ayden fast at her heels as a white wolf. Together they took up a post at one of the kitchen windows. Cautiously she peered in and instantly decided that she did not like what she saw. Nimbly she un-shouldered her bow, notched an arrow, and in one fluid motion stood, turned, and shot a bolt through the glass.
The tinkling sound of shattered glass filled the air as a thud could be heard from inside. The bolt had passed right through the window and through the tiny space between the two figures, striking the wall inside. She quickly notched another arrow and stood at the ready, aiming at what she assumed must be a vampire.
Well, that must have gotten their attention, mused Ayden peering in at her side.
A few days ago she and Ayden had entered this populace, despite Ayden's misgivings. Since then Rya had spent her days wandering about curiously yet cautiously, Ayden tucked carefully away in an inside pocket. Their nights, however, were spent finding a good hiding place for the night, safely away from prying eyes and the city guards who tended to patrol the streets at night.
Which brought her to the current situation. The night before she sauntered into the housing district, taking shelter in a poorly constructed shed lying abandoned in someone's neglected backyard. It seemed the perfect place since it looked like it hadn't been used, let alone touched, for many years. Despite it's relatively good protection, she hadn't slept well that night. Something foul smelling and predatory had pervaded the surrounding area. Ayden had kept her up the night pacing and keeping a tireless watch until the sun that rose in the grayed and dirty windows come morning was a blessing.
They left the shed relatively early so as to avoid being spotted exiting their hiding place. Rya was passing through some quiet and well sheltered backyards when she felt Ayden's muscles stiffen in her pocket. She crouched a bit, still and observant. What is it? she responded mentally to her companion.
That thing that I sensed last night ... I smell it again... he replied, a clear sound of disgust filling his mental voice.
Rya closed her eyes a moment, methodically expanding her senses. Sure enough she felt the presence. She opened her eyes and straitened again. Oh that? It's nothing. she commented matter-of-factly, a statement that was quickly rejoined by Ayden's derisive mental snort. More seriously, though, as she looked around and added, It seems to have taken up shelter in one of these houses for the day. As long as we keep our distance we should be-
A scream tore through the air, coming from the direction of one of the house in question. Rya's flinch turned into quick and decisive movement ... toward the house. Ayden was out of her pocket and in her way in a flash. "This is not our problem."
Shushing him, she approached the house cautiously in a running crouch, Ayden fast at her heels as a white wolf. Together they took up a post at one of the kitchen windows. Cautiously she peered in and instantly decided that she did not like what she saw. Nimbly she un-shouldered her bow, notched an arrow, and in one fluid motion stood, turned, and shot a bolt through the glass.
The tinkling sound of shattered glass filled the air as a thud could be heard from inside. The bolt had passed right through the window and through the tiny space between the two figures, striking the wall inside. She quickly notched another arrow and stood at the ready, aiming at what she assumed must be a vampire.
Well, that must have gotten their attention, mused Ayden peering in at her side.
Don't get your knickers in a knot. Nothing is solved and it makes you walk funny.
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Jenica Sabiny
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[[OOC: Rya, there is no space between the characters. I'm putting the arrow behind Jen instead.]]
A tinkling bell, and a soft twang behind her head, and the vampire pulled her head away from the throbbing neck before her and blinked. Her body twitched, and she curved her head toward the cracked window to look at the female standing outside. With what looked like a large dog, or perhaps a wolf. The vampire turned her head enough to see the arrow from her peripheral vision. The arrow was buried in the wall behind her head, still and unmoving within the confines of the wooden planking.
Jenica shuttered her eyes, still staring at the other female and ignoring the dog. This, this was a problem. So close, this human, so close to her own nourishment, and yet another interruption. Just as bad as the sun, though not quite so deadly. The vampire turned her head to eye the arrow, then released the human's chin and reached to grab the hilt, tugged and wiggled and twisted the arrow until it was free of its prison, and tucked the arrow into the back of her pants, in the lower curve of her back. It wasn't too comfortable, but nothing in Jenica's life was, after all. And it was more weapon than she'd had in days.
And now, back to the situation at hand. The human still remained in her grasp, arm twisted up, and she stared out at the other female, waiting for a moment to see if another arrow was on the way. Her own defense was painfully obvious - it wriggled right before her, after all - and a mere twist and pivot, and the human now stood between herself and this new intruder.
But Jenica was insane, after all, and she always loved a new game. This female stood there, weapon cocked and aimed and ready to plunge into this human and release the precious blood from its flesh, and Jenica only wanted to make the game a tad more exciting.
She moved, slow and cautious, pushing, shoving, or maybe dragging the human before her, ever between herself and the arrow aimed into the home. Closer and closer she came, mindful of the small spots of sunlight which had kept her imprisoned until she had a human body to deter the rays, closer still until she was close enough that she could smell the muffled scents wafting in through the small hole in the glass. She flicked her gaze to the hole, then to the woman's face, wavering in the pane of filtered light before her.
She lifted and shoved the human body into the glass then, pressed hard enough to strain the glass, causing creaks and cracks to spiderweb away from the arrow's bolthole, and effectively plugging the tiny hole from further intrusion from the outside smells and sounds.
Now, she mouthed words, no sound needed. The human needed not know what was being said. She wondered if this female could read lips, or at least intentions, well enough to play along.
You want her?
She tilted her head at a sharp angle, still staring at the female on the other side of the glass, pressed a bit harder, twisting the arm she held to ensure that the human remained docile, if in pain, and making the spiderwebs crick out a bit more.
Take her.
A tinkling bell, and a soft twang behind her head, and the vampire pulled her head away from the throbbing neck before her and blinked. Her body twitched, and she curved her head toward the cracked window to look at the female standing outside. With what looked like a large dog, or perhaps a wolf. The vampire turned her head enough to see the arrow from her peripheral vision. The arrow was buried in the wall behind her head, still and unmoving within the confines of the wooden planking.
Jenica shuttered her eyes, still staring at the other female and ignoring the dog. This, this was a problem. So close, this human, so close to her own nourishment, and yet another interruption. Just as bad as the sun, though not quite so deadly. The vampire turned her head to eye the arrow, then released the human's chin and reached to grab the hilt, tugged and wiggled and twisted the arrow until it was free of its prison, and tucked the arrow into the back of her pants, in the lower curve of her back. It wasn't too comfortable, but nothing in Jenica's life was, after all. And it was more weapon than she'd had in days.
And now, back to the situation at hand. The human still remained in her grasp, arm twisted up, and she stared out at the other female, waiting for a moment to see if another arrow was on the way. Her own defense was painfully obvious - it wriggled right before her, after all - and a mere twist and pivot, and the human now stood between herself and this new intruder.
But Jenica was insane, after all, and she always loved a new game. This female stood there, weapon cocked and aimed and ready to plunge into this human and release the precious blood from its flesh, and Jenica only wanted to make the game a tad more exciting.
She moved, slow and cautious, pushing, shoving, or maybe dragging the human before her, ever between herself and the arrow aimed into the home. Closer and closer she came, mindful of the small spots of sunlight which had kept her imprisoned until she had a human body to deter the rays, closer still until she was close enough that she could smell the muffled scents wafting in through the small hole in the glass. She flicked her gaze to the hole, then to the woman's face, wavering in the pane of filtered light before her.
She lifted and shoved the human body into the glass then, pressed hard enough to strain the glass, causing creaks and cracks to spiderweb away from the arrow's bolthole, and effectively plugging the tiny hole from further intrusion from the outside smells and sounds.
Now, she mouthed words, no sound needed. The human needed not know what was being said. She wondered if this female could read lips, or at least intentions, well enough to play along.
You want her?
She tilted her head at a sharp angle, still staring at the female on the other side of the glass, pressed a bit harder, twisting the arm she held to ensure that the human remained docile, if in pain, and making the spiderwebs crick out a bit more.
Take her.
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Valz Malar
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Valz was having a rough time of it in Marn. After the business with the orphanage he was told that he was no longer welcome around the children, a large man by himself not being the “best” role-model for impressionable children. Valz had taken one look around at the pit of despair that was Marn, shrugged his shoulders, and now that the kids were relatively safe, moved on. Having gotten tangled up on the wrong side of some sort of crime family he decided that it was a good idea to move to a new boarding house. Not really knowing the city he headed back towards the shanty market. Finding a bed wasn’t too difficult. An older couple who ran a shop that sold all kinds of junk (from what Valz could see) had a spare bedroom about the size of a closet. But it had a lock and he could lay down his head in some kind of safety.
He’d spent the days since then wandering the city, trying to learn its streets and its people. Standing in alleys, waiting patiently in bars, and just wandering he’d learned more than he cared to about Battle Mages, the guard, they way the city was run, and more. Enough certainly to tell him that this was a dangerous city, what group of humans wasn’t dangerous in its own way, with a slightly sinister tint to it. Asking a few pointed questions put him on the path to the criminal Grendal Malgoza. Valz had just spent the better part of the night watching the comings and goings at a certain house in the residential district. It was quite interesting watching who came, how long they stayed, and what they seemed to be doing in the house of a suspected criminal.
Heading back towards his bed where he would relax and think about what he had learned Valz ducked down an alley. Striding purposefully along Valz crossed a small side street. In one of those odd twists of fate his peripheral vision caught sight, through a small hole in a fence, of crouched figure running towards a window. Instead of continuing on like many would have, Valz paused, and carefully watched the figure. The slightly built person moved very gracefully, peeking into the window and almost instantly pulling a bow from it’s back, fired an arrow through the window. Valz’s mind processed many events at once: a mass of inky black hair, tinted red in the morning light falling from a cloak: the almost painfully loud sound of glass cracking in the stillness of the morning: the dryness in his mouth that always preceded adrenaline.
In the blur of a second that it took to register all this Valz was already readying himself for something. But even he was shaken when a woman’s face was shoved into the window from the inside. A look of pain mixed with some parts terror and confusion was plastered on the woman’s face. That was enough for Valz to know he had to get involved.
Vaulting the rickety fence, he landed softly. Not knowing who was who or what was going on he quickly gambled, and gave up any element of surprise his arrival would have had,
“What is going on here?”
A simple tug and his sword, Animus, was in his hand, pointed at the dirt in a non-threatening, but easily readied manner.
He’d spent the days since then wandering the city, trying to learn its streets and its people. Standing in alleys, waiting patiently in bars, and just wandering he’d learned more than he cared to about Battle Mages, the guard, they way the city was run, and more. Enough certainly to tell him that this was a dangerous city, what group of humans wasn’t dangerous in its own way, with a slightly sinister tint to it. Asking a few pointed questions put him on the path to the criminal Grendal Malgoza. Valz had just spent the better part of the night watching the comings and goings at a certain house in the residential district. It was quite interesting watching who came, how long they stayed, and what they seemed to be doing in the house of a suspected criminal.
Heading back towards his bed where he would relax and think about what he had learned Valz ducked down an alley. Striding purposefully along Valz crossed a small side street. In one of those odd twists of fate his peripheral vision caught sight, through a small hole in a fence, of crouched figure running towards a window. Instead of continuing on like many would have, Valz paused, and carefully watched the figure. The slightly built person moved very gracefully, peeking into the window and almost instantly pulling a bow from it’s back, fired an arrow through the window. Valz’s mind processed many events at once: a mass of inky black hair, tinted red in the morning light falling from a cloak: the almost painfully loud sound of glass cracking in the stillness of the morning: the dryness in his mouth that always preceded adrenaline.
In the blur of a second that it took to register all this Valz was already readying himself for something. But even he was shaken when a woman’s face was shoved into the window from the inside. A look of pain mixed with some parts terror and confusion was plastered on the woman’s face. That was enough for Valz to know he had to get involved.
Vaulting the rickety fence, he landed softly. Not knowing who was who or what was going on he quickly gambled, and gave up any element of surprise his arrival would have had,
“What is going on here?”
A simple tug and his sword, Animus, was in his hand, pointed at the dirt in a non-threatening, but easily readied manner.
The only dirty fight is the fight you lose...
The sound of more glass breaking startled her scream to a sudden stop, but Amira wasted no energy in wondering what had caused the noise. She was about to die, after all. Nevertheless, the pain didn't come as quickly as she had expected, and she frowned in confusion as the vice-like hand released her face to take care of some other, unseen business. Something had just complicated the situation, and Amira guessed that, with her luck, it would only make things worse, if that were possible.
She was being dragged forward now, the vampire forcing her towards the back window that faced the tiny alleyway behind her house. Ah. There it was, a hole in her window, and on the other side a woman and an enormous dog. Her saviors? She doubted it. The way her day was going, it wouldn't have surprised her if the woman was just another person out to make her last moments miserable.
She let out a choking gasp as her feet left the floor, and the vampire's powerful hands pushed her against the glass. She felt the window strain against her weight, her flesh strain against the window, the combined pressure, along with the painful twist of her neck as the side of her face pressed against the glass, sending tremors of pain through her.
As the vampire twisted her arm, she let out a soft cry of pain, squeezing her eyes shut and willing the idiot woman to go away. If Amira was going to die anyway – and she doubted the woman and her dog could prevent that – she wanted it to be as quick as possible. The interfering woman wasn't really helping in that respect.
She thought she heard another, deeper voice, muffled through the glass that cracked against her weight. She hoped to all the gods she was imagining it.
She was being dragged forward now, the vampire forcing her towards the back window that faced the tiny alleyway behind her house. Ah. There it was, a hole in her window, and on the other side a woman and an enormous dog. Her saviors? She doubted it. The way her day was going, it wouldn't have surprised her if the woman was just another person out to make her last moments miserable.
She let out a choking gasp as her feet left the floor, and the vampire's powerful hands pushed her against the glass. She felt the window strain against her weight, her flesh strain against the window, the combined pressure, along with the painful twist of her neck as the side of her face pressed against the glass, sending tremors of pain through her.
As the vampire twisted her arm, she let out a soft cry of pain, squeezing her eyes shut and willing the idiot woman to go away. If Amira was going to die anyway – and she doubted the woman and her dog could prevent that – she wanted it to be as quick as possible. The interfering woman wasn't really helping in that respect.
She thought she heard another, deeper voice, muffled through the glass that cracked against her weight. She hoped to all the gods she was imagining it.
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Ryalyn Kylana
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A Little Sunshine'll Do You Good
[OOC: sorry for the wait!! I've lost my mind and I can't find it! Maybe it's because I turned 20 and am now an old geezer 
P.s. Thanks Jen for the constant reminders!! ]
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Rya's nose wrinkled in disdain as she watched the proceedings inside the house, the reinforce spell coating on the glass rippling and crackling under the surface as the glass spider-webbed. Being as close as she was to this creature absolutely disgusted her. Her eyes flared bright blue as she lowered her bow. It was no longer useful now that the creature was behind her captive. As she did so a voice sounded off to her right, Ayden's growl soon overpowering it. Rya's eyes narrowed at the figures inside before she turned her head to look at the newcomer.
Ayden had come round her and now stood between her and the stranger, hackles raised, sharp, white teeth bared, and his eyes a torrid glowing green. She cast an emotionless look in the mans direction before turning her attention back to the two in the house, easily returning her arrow to her quiver and shouldering her bow as she did so. Pay him no mind. At the moment we have bigger problems, she thought to Ayden. Ayden cease growling and sat lazily at her feet, still in-between her and the stranger.
Hmmm, perhaps. What do you think it is? she heard Ayden ask, indicating the creature inside the house. Rya looked at the figures inside with a perplexed look.
I'm not certain but ... let us find out, shall we. In one silver quick movement, she drew her sword from the sheath on her quiver and brought it before her almost as if to attack. Smiling darkly, however, she tipped the blade at just the right angle to catch the morning sun, reflecting it in through the window panes. If the creature was indeed a vampire like she had deduced from the knowledge she had gained in all those ancient books her master, Taelon, had forced her to read all those years ago, then it certainly could not ignore the ruthless might of the sun.
P.s. Thanks Jen for the constant reminders!! ]
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Rya's nose wrinkled in disdain as she watched the proceedings inside the house, the reinforce spell coating on the glass rippling and crackling under the surface as the glass spider-webbed. Being as close as she was to this creature absolutely disgusted her. Her eyes flared bright blue as she lowered her bow. It was no longer useful now that the creature was behind her captive. As she did so a voice sounded off to her right, Ayden's growl soon overpowering it. Rya's eyes narrowed at the figures inside before she turned her head to look at the newcomer.
Ayden had come round her and now stood between her and the stranger, hackles raised, sharp, white teeth bared, and his eyes a torrid glowing green. She cast an emotionless look in the mans direction before turning her attention back to the two in the house, easily returning her arrow to her quiver and shouldering her bow as she did so. Pay him no mind. At the moment we have bigger problems, she thought to Ayden. Ayden cease growling and sat lazily at her feet, still in-between her and the stranger.
Hmmm, perhaps. What do you think it is? she heard Ayden ask, indicating the creature inside the house. Rya looked at the figures inside with a perplexed look.
I'm not certain but ... let us find out, shall we. In one silver quick movement, she drew her sword from the sheath on her quiver and brought it before her almost as if to attack. Smiling darkly, however, she tipped the blade at just the right angle to catch the morning sun, reflecting it in through the window panes. If the creature was indeed a vampire like she had deduced from the knowledge she had gained in all those ancient books her master, Taelon, had forced her to read all those years ago, then it certainly could not ignore the ruthless might of the sun.
Don't get your knickers in a knot. Nothing is solved and it makes you walk funny.
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Jenica Sabiny
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- Race: Vampire
The game had taken a turn for the dangerous, for the vampire. Weak as she was, with so little blood within her skin to revitalize herself, she couldn't fight two warriors. It occurred to her that she could've used the human body as a shield dead or alive, and if dead, she wouldn't have this blood problem to handle.
No help for it. Now there were two of them, both armed, both seemingly with the hope of saving this human. But as long as they stayed outside, and she remained inside, with this human, she was relatively safe.
Sunlight glinted from tempered steel and burned into her eyes, producing a garbled hiss as Jenica lifted her hand to block out the rays. The female was shining light into the house with her sword. Jenica pulled the human back and slammed her forward again, a little higher to block out the sun shining through the pane. The slam caused a few more ripples in the cracked glass, but Jenica was more focused on how very weak her arms felt of a sudden. She realized it was taking more strength than she'd thought to hold this female up, and now her body was starting to give out again. If it gave out now, she would die. She didn't want to die...today.
She needed to drive them back and leave with her prey, upstairs or to a secluded room. Human dwellings had so few secluded rooms...perhaps a hallway...
She needed to startle them, distract them while she left the room with the female. It took several seconds for the full plan to form, but once created, she didn't pause. Pain was nothing new to her.
She released the female, all at once, and as the body fell before her, once again allowing the sun to brighten her corpse's body, she slammed her fist into the cracked glass with as much reserved strength as she dared use. The sun burned, oh yes, and she couldn't bear to look into the light; the punch hurt too, as the glass wove its way into her tender knuckles and wrist, but more importantly, it exploded outward in a cascade of tiny flecks of glittering light, shimmering as they tumbled toward the outsiders.
As the glass moved, the vampire kept pace, grabbing the female's hair with the undamaged hand and dragging her with no gentle mother's touch. She didn't care where to, but she knew it had to be without cursed windows.
Her most human thought, perhaps in years, occurred at this moment, as she realized that her best chance of fending off the two outside was to keep this female alive. A hostage, a bargaining chip. Just until nightfall. Then, she could leave this rat trap of a house, and feast. And then return to kill this female, as payment for a day's worth of troubles.
She hoisted the female up, hoping the female would plant her feet and make this entire process easier. The vampire shook her, just a predatory reflex, and demanded -
"A room without windows. Where?"
No help for it. Now there were two of them, both armed, both seemingly with the hope of saving this human. But as long as they stayed outside, and she remained inside, with this human, she was relatively safe.
Sunlight glinted from tempered steel and burned into her eyes, producing a garbled hiss as Jenica lifted her hand to block out the rays. The female was shining light into the house with her sword. Jenica pulled the human back and slammed her forward again, a little higher to block out the sun shining through the pane. The slam caused a few more ripples in the cracked glass, but Jenica was more focused on how very weak her arms felt of a sudden. She realized it was taking more strength than she'd thought to hold this female up, and now her body was starting to give out again. If it gave out now, she would die. She didn't want to die...today.
She needed to drive them back and leave with her prey, upstairs or to a secluded room. Human dwellings had so few secluded rooms...perhaps a hallway...
She needed to startle them, distract them while she left the room with the female. It took several seconds for the full plan to form, but once created, she didn't pause. Pain was nothing new to her.
She released the female, all at once, and as the body fell before her, once again allowing the sun to brighten her corpse's body, she slammed her fist into the cracked glass with as much reserved strength as she dared use. The sun burned, oh yes, and she couldn't bear to look into the light; the punch hurt too, as the glass wove its way into her tender knuckles and wrist, but more importantly, it exploded outward in a cascade of tiny flecks of glittering light, shimmering as they tumbled toward the outsiders.
As the glass moved, the vampire kept pace, grabbing the female's hair with the undamaged hand and dragging her with no gentle mother's touch. She didn't care where to, but she knew it had to be without cursed windows.
Her most human thought, perhaps in years, occurred at this moment, as she realized that her best chance of fending off the two outside was to keep this female alive. A hostage, a bargaining chip. Just until nightfall. Then, she could leave this rat trap of a house, and feast. And then return to kill this female, as payment for a day's worth of troubles.
She hoisted the female up, hoping the female would plant her feet and make this entire process easier. The vampire shook her, just a predatory reflex, and demanded -
"A room without windows. Where?"
It certainly came as a shock when the vampire dropped her, and Amira fell hard, the impact jolting her violently. The relief, however, of no longer being pressed against the window overshadowed the relatively mild pain of hitting the ground. She heaved a deep breath, registering the sound of shattering glass and hoping to all the gods that whatever caused it, it meant the vampire's death.
Obviously not. She hissed in a breath through gritted teeth as a ruthless hand clutched her hair and dragged her across the ground. A jagged shard, from either the bottle or the glass, sliced through the fabric of her sleeve, and she cried out at the twin pains in her arm and in her scalp. Her bandaged wrist, caught underneath her, twisted horribly, and the sharp pain, on top of all the other sensations, nearly left her breathless.
And then she was being lifted off the ground, her scalp protesting mightily. Reflexively, she attempted to stand, cursing weakly as more glass bit into the soles of her bare feet. Already disoriented, she fought the urge to vomit as the vampire shook her, closing her eyes as her legs threatened to give way.
“A room without windows. Where?”
The question surprised her, not because of what the vampire was asking, but because she'd spoken directly to Amira without having to be provoked, and without the familiar, sadistic playfulness that had characterized their encounter so far. It was more...normal?...than Amira would have expected...aside, of course, from the fact that the vampire had just dragged her across the ground by her hair and was still, evidently, trying to kill her.
Now, however, wasn't the time to consider the relative normalcy -- if that word could apply to anything concerning the vampire -- of the monster's verbiage. The question, frightening as its implications were, had to be answered. After all, the vampire had her by the hair.
Unfortunately, she'd only just moved in, and she wasn't sure...was there a room without windows? Even the bathroom had one. However, there was a small room on the opposite side of the house, one which was probably meant to be a library or something of that sort, but which she had simply been using as a catch-all space while moving in. It was completely empty now – and windowless, except for a small one with shutters.
Reluctantly, she muttered, “There's one across the house, right by the bedroom. There's a window...but it's shuttered. Without candles, the room's completely dark.”
Obviously not. She hissed in a breath through gritted teeth as a ruthless hand clutched her hair and dragged her across the ground. A jagged shard, from either the bottle or the glass, sliced through the fabric of her sleeve, and she cried out at the twin pains in her arm and in her scalp. Her bandaged wrist, caught underneath her, twisted horribly, and the sharp pain, on top of all the other sensations, nearly left her breathless.
And then she was being lifted off the ground, her scalp protesting mightily. Reflexively, she attempted to stand, cursing weakly as more glass bit into the soles of her bare feet. Already disoriented, she fought the urge to vomit as the vampire shook her, closing her eyes as her legs threatened to give way.
“A room without windows. Where?”
The question surprised her, not because of what the vampire was asking, but because she'd spoken directly to Amira without having to be provoked, and without the familiar, sadistic playfulness that had characterized their encounter so far. It was more...normal?...than Amira would have expected...aside, of course, from the fact that the vampire had just dragged her across the ground by her hair and was still, evidently, trying to kill her.
Now, however, wasn't the time to consider the relative normalcy -- if that word could apply to anything concerning the vampire -- of the monster's verbiage. The question, frightening as its implications were, had to be answered. After all, the vampire had her by the hair.
Unfortunately, she'd only just moved in, and she wasn't sure...was there a room without windows? Even the bathroom had one. However, there was a small room on the opposite side of the house, one which was probably meant to be a library or something of that sort, but which she had simply been using as a catch-all space while moving in. It was completely empty now – and windowless, except for a small one with shutters.
Reluctantly, she muttered, “There's one across the house, right by the bedroom. There's a window...but it's shuttered. Without candles, the room's completely dark.”
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Valz Malar
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- Posts: 94
- Joined: Mon Aug 07, 2006 5:03 am
- Race: Human
The dog growled at Valz which he expected but he didn’t expect the casual way in which the woman with the bow appraised him and dismissed him so coolly. That he would be the minor threat, a large man suddenly appearing from over a fence with a drawn sword, told Valz volumes about how deadly serious whatever was going on inside that house was. Either that or the woman was completely insane.
As Valz pondered that thought the woman dropped her bow and started reflecting light off her newly drawn sword into the window. This morning was getting odder and odder, especially since the dog just sat at her feet. Still crouched, taking everything in, Valz flinched as the glass exploded outwards and the woman from inside screamed. Even before his mind registered that the glass was shattering outwards, his body had already propelled him towards the wall of the building, out of the direct line of sight of the window. He would be damned if he sat there and made a target of himself.
The sprint to the wall was over in the blink of an eye, but what he saw as he ran shook even his normally steely composure. He had noticed it out of the corner of his eye, a chalky, pale, dirty, fist slammed through the window, blood everywhere, without even a cry of pain. It was a split second view, but enough to tell Valz that something was not normal.
His back to the wall, the woman, dog, and window to his left, Valz could hear the woman from inside cry out in pain. Sounds of bodies moving reached his ear. The hair on his neck stood up, blood rushed to his face, Valz was hyper-alert and may have spoken louder than he meant when he addressed the woman with the sword…
“What the FUCK was that??” It was more of a rhetorical question, asking it was a release of whatever tension rose within him when he saw the arm of the “thing” inside.
Another window, just above head height (like you’d find in a bathroom), was propped open to his right.
((OOC: if anyone has a problem with my language, sorry. It is what I would say under the circumstances. I don’t remember reading anything prohibiting it and we are all adults. If you have a problem, please, don’t hesitate to PM me and I will edit/change it))
As Valz pondered that thought the woman dropped her bow and started reflecting light off her newly drawn sword into the window. This morning was getting odder and odder, especially since the dog just sat at her feet. Still crouched, taking everything in, Valz flinched as the glass exploded outwards and the woman from inside screamed. Even before his mind registered that the glass was shattering outwards, his body had already propelled him towards the wall of the building, out of the direct line of sight of the window. He would be damned if he sat there and made a target of himself.
The sprint to the wall was over in the blink of an eye, but what he saw as he ran shook even his normally steely composure. He had noticed it out of the corner of his eye, a chalky, pale, dirty, fist slammed through the window, blood everywhere, without even a cry of pain. It was a split second view, but enough to tell Valz that something was not normal.
His back to the wall, the woman, dog, and window to his left, Valz could hear the woman from inside cry out in pain. Sounds of bodies moving reached his ear. The hair on his neck stood up, blood rushed to his face, Valz was hyper-alert and may have spoken louder than he meant when he addressed the woman with the sword…
“What the FUCK was that??” It was more of a rhetorical question, asking it was a release of whatever tension rose within him when he saw the arm of the “thing” inside.
Another window, just above head height (like you’d find in a bathroom), was propped open to his right.
((OOC: if anyone has a problem with my language, sorry. It is what I would say under the circumstances. I don’t remember reading anything prohibiting it and we are all adults. If you have a problem, please, don’t hesitate to PM me and I will edit/change it))
The only dirty fight is the fight you lose...
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Ryalyn Kylana
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- Joined: Wed Jun 22, 2005 3:22 pm
- Race: Edelan
No Need To Shout
Rya flinched away from the shattering glass, dropping her sword hand and raising her left to block her face. Ayden jumped to his feet and growled. Peering in through the broken window she caught the creature's demands of her hostage. Well, I guess I was right, she commented mentally to Ayden, a sly smile alighting her face, her eyes flashing.
“What the FUCK was that??” came the sound of a shouting voice off to her side. Her eyes slid to look upon the stranger, narrowing thoughtfully as she looked him up and down.
"There's no need to shout, you know," she said curtly. Turning her attention back to the window she paused momentarily before she started clearing away the remaining glass with her sword.
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Sighing mentally at Rya, Ayden drawled, I'll try the door ... He knew he would not be successful in changing her mind now that she was officially involved in the situation. Securely grabbing the handle with his teeth, he turned the knob. Locked. Returning to her side he eyed the man thoughtfully. Perhaps you should answer his question. He doesn't seem the type to be ignored. He looked up at her in time to see her eyes flicker down at him with a thoughtful expression. She turned her head to look at the man again and spoke.
"I suppose you aught to know.... I believe that was a vampire. We heard someone screaming and came to help...."
Inspecting her work, she sheathed her sword and grabbed ahold of the ledge to start climbing in.
“What the FUCK was that??” came the sound of a shouting voice off to her side. Her eyes slid to look upon the stranger, narrowing thoughtfully as she looked him up and down.
"There's no need to shout, you know," she said curtly. Turning her attention back to the window she paused momentarily before she started clearing away the remaining glass with her sword.
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Sighing mentally at Rya, Ayden drawled, I'll try the door ... He knew he would not be successful in changing her mind now that she was officially involved in the situation. Securely grabbing the handle with his teeth, he turned the knob. Locked. Returning to her side he eyed the man thoughtfully. Perhaps you should answer his question. He doesn't seem the type to be ignored. He looked up at her in time to see her eyes flicker down at him with a thoughtful expression. She turned her head to look at the man again and spoke.
"I suppose you aught to know.... I believe that was a vampire. We heard someone screaming and came to help...."
Inspecting her work, she sheathed her sword and grabbed ahold of the ledge to start climbing in.
Don't get your knickers in a knot. Nothing is solved and it makes you walk funny.
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Jenica Sabiny
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- Race: Vampire
The outside sounds meant nothing to the vampire. She was fixated and focused, one goal on file, one thing that mattered: reach that room. What the two did outside meant nothing, if only she could reach that room. It was the only safe place in the entire house, for one such as her.
She shook the human again, another predatory reflex, and moved across the room, with or without the human's consent. She grabbed the wine bottle with her damaged hand, blood and bits of flesh sticking to the glass. It wouldn't stop the craving, even now rising within her to a crescendo, but it might as least dull the sensation, dull the pain.
She was desperate.
Now she pushed the human ahead of herself and released the female's hair. The human was free of her attacker's hands. Jenica wanted the human to move quickly, and being dragged wouldn't help. Besides, if the human tried to run, or escape, she had a wine bottle which could serve as both a missile and a knife, if used properly. Through her bloodlust's fog, the vampire wasn't sure if she could do throw the bottle with any sort of accuracy, but she knew she could smash it and be upon her prey in less than a moment. And then the human would die, unless the vampire could stop the craze.
Jenica shook herself. With each moment, it was harder not to just rip the woman to pieces and drink the blood from her shattered body. She trembled, took a swig of the wine, waited for the craving and near-nausea to pass, even swayed a bit. She was weak, weaker than she'd ever felt, even held in the hands of her sire. Her earlier stomach wound had drained the last of her reserves, and so her hand remained disfigured and torn from her punch through the glass, gashes of flesh and bone left exposed to the air. It ached, and this made her cranky.
She was dependant upon this female, and this made her annoyed as well. This idea had only gotten worse with time. Never, never again - never stalk a human into a city.
"Lead." Her voice rasped painfully as she ordered the human. She needed blood, and there were still several hours of daylight. She no longer knew if she could survive this day.
She shook the human again, another predatory reflex, and moved across the room, with or without the human's consent. She grabbed the wine bottle with her damaged hand, blood and bits of flesh sticking to the glass. It wouldn't stop the craving, even now rising within her to a crescendo, but it might as least dull the sensation, dull the pain.
She was desperate.
Now she pushed the human ahead of herself and released the female's hair. The human was free of her attacker's hands. Jenica wanted the human to move quickly, and being dragged wouldn't help. Besides, if the human tried to run, or escape, she had a wine bottle which could serve as both a missile and a knife, if used properly. Through her bloodlust's fog, the vampire wasn't sure if she could do throw the bottle with any sort of accuracy, but she knew she could smash it and be upon her prey in less than a moment. And then the human would die, unless the vampire could stop the craze.
Jenica shook herself. With each moment, it was harder not to just rip the woman to pieces and drink the blood from her shattered body. She trembled, took a swig of the wine, waited for the craving and near-nausea to pass, even swayed a bit. She was weak, weaker than she'd ever felt, even held in the hands of her sire. Her earlier stomach wound had drained the last of her reserves, and so her hand remained disfigured and torn from her punch through the glass, gashes of flesh and bone left exposed to the air. It ached, and this made her cranky.
She was dependant upon this female, and this made her annoyed as well. This idea had only gotten worse with time. Never, never again - never stalk a human into a city.
"Lead." Her voice rasped painfully as she ordered the human. She needed blood, and there were still several hours of daylight. She no longer knew if she could survive this day.