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| Topic Started: Tue Mar 31, 2009 10:23 pm (219 Views) | |
| Night | Tue Mar 31, 2009 10:23 pm Post #1 |
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Nyx sat in a small room with a table. Her black hair fell over her light porcline doll like features. A strand of blue highilghted hair fell infront of her eyes, she brushed it away and looked around. The darkness was her friend, the night didnt scare her, after all its what she was made of. Elegant black tattoos wound their way up her legs, thin waist and a few down her chest. Finally the lights went on. She wasnt able to enjoy it however as her head was slammed down on the desk. A girly scream left her lips as seh felt her head throb when she looked back up. Her crystal saphire eyes looked at the man that had hit her head, he was blulky and slimy, twisty dirty blond hair that made her squirm. "We know you did it! You were found wondering around outside. So jsut give up now before we make you regret it." With that he smacked her across the face leaving a read hand mark over a black twirl tattoo that snsaked up her jaw and ended at the point of her eye. "I'm tellilng you I dont know!" Nyx felt her cheek sting. Her hands shook from the violance that was inflicted upon her, still she sat up tall. "WHORE!" This time she felt her collar being dragged, and her whole body flying across the table. She hit the floor with a loud smack and a groan. Nyx looked at him angrily. "I have no idea what the hell you are talking about!" She said standing up and trying to kick him. With one movement he held her ankle fast. She balanced procariously. She felt her back slam against the door, drawing attention to someone outside. |
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| Tahamul | Tue Mar 31, 2009 11:21 pm Post #2 |
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Tahamul swished the goblet in his fingers, marveling at how the candlelight glistened across its surface. He breathed in deep, trying to tempt the Thirst, have it perk its ears and skitter towards the blood and allow itself to be fooled - allow itself to hope and think that the blood in it was human, not equine. No such luck. The third Earl hurled the goblet across the hall, watching it shatter into shards of glass and blood as it hit the fireplace and exploded messily. The noble got up and started to pace, fingers jerking to and fro unconsciously as he tried to expel the nervous energy that he hadn't realized had been pent. Damn, damn, damn. He had tried poultry, had tried swine, had tried bovine - and now had had a prized racehorse slaughtered for its precious life. None had worked. The Hunger would only allow itself to be tempted, it seemed, by the blood of humans. Damn. He needed to stretch his legs. Run a bit. Get the hunger, the Thirst, out of his system. Or at least exhaust himself and allow himself to pretend it was gone. Without a reflection he couldn't tell what he looked like, but he imagined it to be unpleasant. (The Inn's servants had mentioned something about veins. He had tried not to bite them in reply.) Discipline he reminded himself as he ran, towards and away from salvation, towards and away from freedom. Discipline. =============== His jog had taken him to a seedier part of town. Not that he truly cared, looking as he did. His particular brand of vampirism - whatever it was - seemed to have a particularly strange enigma: the hungrier he got, the stronger he became. Paradox. Night sister the air whispered. Night sisssster. He followed the current of air - on a whim, perhaps - and found himself staring through a window of a second floor room. He had no recollection of making the jump. Night sisssster. The part of him that wasn't the hunger and wasn't, well, him before turning undead repeated, anxious. He tried to remain aloof, clinical - there really wasn't a need to intervene, right? None at all. He'd just jump back down, turn his head and pretend that nothing - But while he had been thinking, his arm had forced itself through the now broken and jagged window pane, clawing its way towards the inside. He had the momentary pleasure of trying to decide whether it was he that was the more surprised or the occupants of the room, before someone male roared - terror, fear, adrenaline rush, whatever - and let go of the (Sissssster) woman and rushed towards him. "Good evening." He whispered pleasantly as he was suddenly in the room, glass shards sticking out of various places in an unremembered forced entry. His vision had gone red, hunger and sympathy for the creatures of the night making a mess of the delicate fragments of his humanity. "And goooood night-" His jaw opened a crack- FEASTTHIRTSTHUNGER -before he remembered who he was and what he was doing and then he was weak again and just the Third Earl of Tahamul, a noble with not a whit of training whatsoever and doubling over because that punch to the gut had hurt. "Damn... damn monster!" Another punch. "Die! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIEDIEDIE..." |
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| Night | Tue Mar 31, 2009 11:33 pm Post #3 |
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In moments she heard glass shatter, she winced, glass, she hated it. The points of clear wounds t hat could slice your skin open like a zipper, when the window cracked he tossed her across the floor a peice of glass caught in her hand. She looked at it, begnining to shake she closed her eyes and pulled it out, a stinging pain coursing up her arm. Blood began to drip down her hand, she looked at it and gulped down another wince. For the first time Nyx lookd at who it was, another creature of the night, her tattoos tingled. They told her so. He was thristing, blacking in and out of his realtity feild. He came up to her, close enough that she could practically smell something that seemed like a sweet kind of smoke. "Good evening" He breathed mouth parting. Her shoulders raised as if to protect herself. Thing shappend so fast, again her captor was infilcting pain but not on her, on the stranger. She felt bad but also as though he could be a danger. Instead of sneaking out like a smart person would have she lookd around and found a peice of glass on the floor, running behind the man she thrust it into his back. He screamed, turned and kicked her in the gut. She fellto the floor and held her stomach, arching her back then curling into a fetal positoin, her own blood all over her skin. |
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| Tahamul | Tue Mar 31, 2009 11:57 pm Post #4 |
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Blood. Blood. Bloodbloodbloodbloood- Tahamul felt he was drowning. The smell was starting to overpower the fragile sense of self that he had left; his body craved, required, needed the blood like a drowning man fought for air. With a surge of willpower, he severed himself from the feral, animalistic part that had taken over. He would have to have confidence in the hoodlum to stay alive and not get eaten too quickly. Control. He brought together the shreds of himself that had fallen by the wayside. His knowledge produced by a long education, his charm toned and tempered at the forge of diplomacy, his family tradition that had been borne not like a burden but a mantle of utmost pride, his childhood that had been full of intrigue and the everpresent threat of assassination- Control Somewhere, out there, he was vaguely aware of a spurt of blood and the sudden ferocity of a beast injured and trying to flee. He was more immediately aware of a grip of iron (his grip of iron) and the sudden crunch as bones broke and ligaments popped. Screams. Such delicious screams. Control He fished further, remembering the way he used to love to simply sit and watch the sun go up and down, the way his mother weaved her stories through the moonlight and far into the embers of a dying fireplace, the birth and death of a baby sister whom he could not remember, the feeling of an apple crunching and the pleasure of simply being able to eat- Control Tahamul opened his eyes. The hoodlum had gone catatonic - which was probably good. The thug's arm was bent at no less than at least six unnatural positions. But there was no taste of blood on his lips, and no visible bitemarks on the bastard. The sound of pounding footsteps reached his preternaturally sharpened senses. Friends of the thug? The owners of this establishment? The night watch? The vampire let the human male fall bonelessly into a heap on the floor. "Night sister," he said calmly, trying to calculate his losses and potential gains. And trying to ignore the blood. Thedeliciousblood. So. Much. Blood. "Can you move?" |
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| Night | Wed Apr 1, 2009 12:12 am Post #5 |
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Nyx tried to stop him from breaking him so severly, it was too harsh a price to pay. For he would have broken her thats true but she didnt find it right to break others, karma and all that. The sound of bones splintering made her want to cover her ears. Still seh could see he was almost all animal. Out of anger she ran over. "Dont! DONT!" But he wouldnt listen. He wouldnt stop. Pain screames made the rooms air thick with pain, her hand still throbbed. She limped around not knowing quite what to do. Finally she heard the body fall to the floor in quite some anguish. Her mind told her not to trust this man, he was bearly in control. And that in and of itself was dangerous. Would it be wise to let him taste her so he could think clearly or would it be her undoing? She looked at him in the eyes with her blue ones, her tattoos tingled in recognitoin of the night blood. "Yes I can stand." She didnt know weather to sink into him and cry or hit him. So she stood there almost motionless. "Who are you?" |
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| Tahamul | Wed Apr 1, 2009 12:32 am Post #6 |
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With the way his blood had been screaming for her, he had assumed her to be vampire. Upon closer inspection (and retrospection) that appeared unlikely. A vampire would not be manhandled by a mere mortal unless they were a particularly weak example of the species. More tellingly, a vampire would definitely not trigger the Thirst. She was merely... another creature of the night. A night sister. (There was a sudden analysis of the ethics of drinking from the blood of non-humans in order to slake the Thirst. Tahamul locked it away and threw away the key.) "Yes, I can stand." Hostility, fear, some abhorrence. The vampire guessed. The pounding footsteps were getting closer, but now that he knew she wasn't a vampire he guessed that they had nothing to do with racial tensions. He doubted that even he, while not afflicted with the curse of vampirism, would be able to tell her for anything other than another human waif amongst a sea of others. She even reacted like a girl. Pity for her aggressor? Or was that motionless fear of the danger a vampire represented? One was a dangerous, feminine weakness. The other was a rational trait proving her to be quite reasonable. "Who are you?" Either way, she represented an enigma about the night that might hold some hope for him. And he needed to investigate each venue. The broken body on the ground reminded, rather distastefully, him of how tenuous his control was becoming. The shards of glass embedded in his skin were beginning to fall out, his abnormal ability to heal beginning to take effect. Rather more slowly than his first night as a vampire, though. "There are people approaching. Two... no four." He said instead, deflecting the question. "We should run, night sister. They may be his allies." |
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| Arthur | Wed Apr 1, 2009 12:50 am Post #7 |
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Arthur did not like the dark lands and for good reason. The dark elves that resided this place were corrupt and evil. They hated dragons though Arthur was unsrue why. He probably could find out if he checked his draconic histories. Arthur crept quietly through the darkness as he avoided several darkelves. If they found him he was dead or close to it anyway. He would kill as many as it took to get out of this place. In fact he should have never came here n the ifrst place. Him and his damn adventuring ways. One came very close and Arthur had to snap its neck to keep it from seeing him. He would have flown but it was to Dark down here. Sure for him it was almost as bright as day having draconic eyes. There were things unseen however that could kill him. The dark elves that lived down here could see better than he could. Finally he found his way to the Shoreline. He came here for a spell a particular spell that was said to be hidden here. Arthur watched his surroundings closely checking for any elves. He saw none and skulked quietly about the shoreline lookign for a cave or somethign that might hide a scroll of magic. After awhile of searching he heard sounds of a struggle and then screams. They sounded almost human. Arthur reached for his sword and drew it. He followed the sounds to where he came upon a house on the shoreline. The sounds of teh struggle had died and voices could be heard inside. Arthur came to the door and burst in his sword held up high. There was a man a vampire and a girl. Arthur snarled and said," I would leave the lady alone if I were you blood sucker. You may have been more than a match for these men but you are no match for me". |
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| Night | Wed Apr 1, 2009 1:00 am Post #8 |
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Nyx rolled her eyes. She was a little ahead of her time. "Thank you protectors." She said with an auidible hint of honesty. "But actually he helped me, and I do have blood on my hands but he hasnt bitten me. And for the time being I have no man who rules me or a lord over me so I suppose I'm a free agent." She joked, in this day and age if you were a woman with no man you were going to be killed, raped, or a salve. Possibly all three. As the peices of glass fell out of his skin she shivered, that was just wrong on so many different levels. Yes she had tattoos but she was born with them. No puncturing of the skin invloved. Now was the time to act. she looked around frantically at the exit choices, hall? Who knew who was in there...window??? With a look of excitement, and pure fear she looked at him. Maybe he could help them jump out a window. Nyx looked at the vampire. "Window a good optoin?" |
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| Tahamul | Wed Apr 1, 2009 1:14 am Post #9 |
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One had arrived. An unfathomable presence in the Dark Lands - smelling partially human, partially not and unbearably wholesome. And probably self-righteous to boot - but, still, that left three more. Three more in a dark land where the hunting often became the hunted. Tahamul, his sanity now returned, had no doubt that there would be trouble if they remained. He had hoped to find answers but now all he had were fragments of questions - and even those were escaping his grasp. Three almost humans who do not belong. He wondered how the newcomer had identified him so quickly as a vampire. If it were the fangs, he'd have to file the teeth down - it was starting to become an unbearable inconvenience. While he was in these lands, being a vampire was probably not uncommon but he had not found any information pertaining to a cure of vampirism per se. Plenty of treaties that identified alternate routes towards an interesting mix of lichdom and vampirism, and even one that melded together disparate arcane golemology with blood elementals - but nothing that could be called a cure. "Thank you protectors." Protectors? He raised an eyebrow. That was either very good acting, or an indication of why a night creature in a land of night was being beat up by a rather weak looking thug. (And yes, he had conveniently forgotten that he too had been more or less subject to a beating before going partially insane) He had not expected to see naivety here, of all places. Still, that meant that she might be able to shed light that darker corners were incapable of emitting. "The window will be fine." The vampire muttered, trying not to pay attention to the still fresh blood that was pooling at her injury as he tried to remember the feeling of power that accompanied a sudden and unconscionable burst in energy and physical prowess. "Perhaps you would be so kind," he told the holier-than-thou human, "to delay this lady's pursuers?" And die. Hopefully. But that had to go unsaid, of course. |
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| Night | Wed Apr 1, 2009 9:53 pm Post #10 |
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Nyx started to realize that her bleeding hand was shaking, she lookd at it and squirmed, the glass had made quite the wound. As he muttered she couldnt help but roll her eyes. Probably trying to control the thirst that tugged at his mind, she couldnt help but feel slightly sorry for him. Bending down she quickly tore a peice of cloth from her dress and wrapped it around her wound. Thump. Thump. Thump. They were coming! She could feel her heart pounding inside her chest. She ran over to the window and put her fingers on the window pane, they were higher up than she had thought. The cold wind hit her face, she inhaled it deeply. Panic still crawled restlressly under her skin. Nyx looked at the vampire. "Can you get us down?" She felt bad for bringng her blood so close but they needed out. NOW. |
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| Tahamul | Wed Apr 1, 2009 10:13 pm Post #11 |
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"Can you get us down?" Not with the window in the state it was in, Tahamul judged. What had he felt when he had made his way here? Something to do with darkness, with blood, with violence... with Night. He felt the change, then: a sudden surge of strength that had left him momentarily dizzy. Like a strongheaded horse that had been broken in, it allowed him to pretend he was in control, but nonetheless looking for ways to subvert his will. It was dangerous, Tahamul realized, trying to consciously control vampiric strength. It brought him that much closer to the beast and his control that much closer to snapping like a sapling in a typhoon. With a conscious effort, he modulated his hunger and his strength as he ripped away the rest of the window, shutter and part of the wall. At least the flat was cheap and the building material rickety. He ignored the splinters, fragments of glass and the broken finger that he had somehow incurred in his efforts at making the hole... bigger. It would be impossible to carry someone outside of the hole he had made getting in. At least it's not made of stone, he noted dryly. That would have been awkward. Lub-dub.... Lub-dub.... Lub-dub... He bit his lip, his fangs digging bloody grooves into them. His hearing had become more acute and had focused upon, of all things, the sound of heart beat. His was conspicuously missing but the rest in the room- and those making their way here were gloriously loud. "Let's go." He managed to gasp out, reaching out with a hand. Though he didn't know it, his eyes were shining with a bloodshot light. He wanted to give a parting rejoinder to the knightly one, but he hadn't the energy. |
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| Arthur | Thu Apr 2, 2009 4:25 pm Post #12 |
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Arthur watched the vampire as the girl spoke. She called the vampire a portector. So he had been wrong this vampire was not here to feed on her blood. Arthur looked at the fallen ones quickly no hles in thier necks. He had been quick to assume, but then again Vampires had a ill earned reputation. It was almot like people judging him immediately when they found out what he was. The girl spoke of leaving Arthur shook his head he would not have goen out the window better the front door. Then again from what it sounded like these two were scared someone was coming. Then he heard them. Footsteps three maybe more. Arthur turned listening more carefully they were light and he could not smell them. He was upwind of whoever it was. He however had a good guess of whatever it was. Arthur sheathed his sword when the vampire asked him to delay the pursuers. That was a laugh right there. No Arthur did not trust this vampire he would go with them. Besides he doubted they knew this land that well. He didn't but he had memorized the way out so that had him at an advantage. The vampire tore at the window brining it lower. Arthur said," It wouold have been easier to use the front door." Arthur almost smiled and he jumped out of the window. Arthru looked back up at the two people when h landed and said," If you want to lose those pursuers you better follow me eh. Their Dark Elves one of the few things that live down here. So if you value your life stick with me. If not well thats your loss". |
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| Night | Thu Apr 2, 2009 7:53 pm Post #13 |
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The window started to crack under the pressure of the vampire. The wood was splintering, and now her night side began to kick in, instead of fear excitement and smile crept onto her light pink lips from the danger that stalked down the hall. Glass began to clink onto the floor, finally the window frame was free and tossed to the side. The men came to the door, she saw the knob moving. Looking around she found a chair and propped it up agaisnt the door. When she had her back turned she heard a gentle thud. Running ot the window she saw the knight smiling on the ground as if it were some kind of a game. With a twinkle in her saphire eyes she smiled back. BANG BANG BANG! Fresh blood drops were on the floor, in the vampires hand she found a few new grooves. The red of the blood was shockingly bright against the pale grey of the rest of the room, she could tell he was having a hard time, her cloth all bloodied up she took it off and let the blood run down her still slightly shaking hand. The door was now officially open. "HEY! Get them!" With that she turned around, looked at the night sky, winked at her 'opponents' and jumped. As the wind whipped her skirt around as she fell she prayed to the high heavens that the knight or whatever the holier-than-thou creature would catch her. A scream left her lungs with no restraint, the winds fingers slapped her skin as she fell. In one moment she felt herself hit something, not hard ground but softer flesh, still she was quite confidant that they had both gone down, her side hurt and her legs ached. "Ohhh... Sorry. Come on lets go!" With that she stood and only hesitated a moment to make sure the vampire was right behind them. |
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| Tahamul | Thu Apr 2, 2009 10:23 pm Post #14 |
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"It would have been easier to use the front door." If Tahamul had either the physical or mental energy he would have raised an eyebrow. Was the brute suggesting that they fight their way through their pursuers? Perhaps, and it might be whatever the non-human smell that was emanating from the human-looking creature that was speaking because he had the distinct feeling that- No, wait a moment. There was an inconsistency here. His mind starting to work in a higher gear, Tahamul considered the strange newcomer. While he felt holy, that wasn't at all an indication that he actually was a holy person. The man was clearly out of place, yet- if his rather grandiose claim that they would die here if they didn't play second fiddle to him, he was familiar with the location. Which was odd in of itself - much like a drow assassin would look rather out of place in any small, rural village this one stuck out like a sore thumb. If he had been here he would surely be recognized if he had caused a ruckus. And, having seen his entrance, if he hadn't caused a ruckus it'd be... rather surprising. Following that line of thought... If he had been here before, he was either a lot more powerful than he looked - indicating that he was somehow able to walk in and out of places that were hostile to himself with impunity - or that he was lying about his familiarity. His... convenient timing in between the two groups of interlopers, the one that had started to abuse the night sister (he'd have to get her name, later) and the ones that came after indicated a third possibility: he was in cahoots with them. Tahamul growled away the thoughts. The girl was already hopping out the window - and that chair - and those people. Damnit all, his body was in such shape that he could only focus on thinking or doing and not both. With a flicker, he was running towards and out of the window. He'd keep his thoughts to himself. Just in case. |
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| Night | Thu Apr 2, 2009 11:30 pm Post #15 |
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The throbing in her hand was now demanding her attention. Upon looking down at her bleeding wound she discovered two things, their was a small shard of glass lodged in her finger. The sight of it made her sick. The second was that her ring was gone. Panic immediatly erupted within her slender stomach. Without even asking for permission she ran back, to the door, to her ring. her ring was everything. Protection, magic, power. Hand starting to shake she looked around frantically. "I'm going back!" She told them. Not asked, not requested, told. Running until she came to the front door she flung it open and ran through until she found the room she was in. Lookign at the pile of wreckage she looked fora ring, one even more brilliant that diamonds and more beautiful than saphires. Finally after what felt like hours she found it. Putting it on a finger, any finger she looked arround for a way out. The glass shard in her finger caught her eye, she hated more than anything forign objects in her skin. Leaning out the window she called down. "Someoen better catch me!" With that she jumped out and held tight to her ring, hoping somehow the magic could cushion her fall. |
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