Scuffling through the brush of Fenrir's Wood heading back to the Castille del Nosferatu was what appeared to be a fourteen year old boy riddled with serious angst. Of course, this was not any ordinary teenager. Dressed in kevlar from top to bottom, the boy's fashion seemed to reflect a commanding officer in a military division.
Yet the wild nature of his unkempt mane of long, matted black hair falling down his shoulders completely destroyed that theory. If anything, he looked like some kind of feral child who managed to get a hold of some General's clothes and put them on to protect himself from wolves.
In fact, that analogy was rather too perfect.
The vampire Romulus was steaming with anger. He wanted to punch something. Hurting a tree, however, would be out of the question in this Forest. No, he didn't want to injure any kind of wild life. Well actually, there was one piece of wild life he wouldn't mind going back and giving a good punch and kick where it hurt.
His enhanced hearing, however, picked up the sound of someone (or something, more likely, in this wood) approaching him from nearby. In his anger, Romulus only had one thing to say to whatever it was: "Why do you insist on following me? I told you if you go anywhere near my Castle, you're dead. Unless you've come to set me on fire again!?"
Say goodbye As we dance with the Devil tonight Don't you dare look at him in the eye As we dance with the Devil tonight
"Fire?" a boy's voice replied, the single syllable full of curiosity. Orca stood there, clad in his forest regular: torn bluejeans and a white t-shirt, simple black-and-white converse on his feet. Casually, almost, the lycan boy padded closer to the other, wide blue-green eyes amused. "Since when can wolves throw fire, hm?"
Orca was, as usual, bored with nothing to do, and so the smell of something different nearby where he had been lounging about had intrigued him. He had guessed from the start the scent was that of a Vampire; cold, dead, with an underlying scent of someone else's blood. However, this Vampire smelled oddly... familiar? He had decided to investigate, shrugging aside whatever hesitations his human half had.
Sure, curiosity killed the cat, but Orca was pretty sure he had heard another story where cats had like nine lives, which really didn't apply to him at all, but by the time he had come to that particular realization the Vamp had heard him anyway so he figured why not stick around for a bit and see where this went. Besides, all that time running around fighting lions and shit in Africa had made him strong and wonderfully fit. Also tan. Can't forget the tan. He was pretty confident if a conflict did arise his inhuman speed could at least get him to safety. Maybe.
And now that the Vampire had turned around, a strong sense of deja vu swept over him. He knew that face, he was so sure. Orca pushed his chocolate brown bangs aside for a moment, unable to stop staring.
"Hey... Don't I know you, vampy?" He knew they had met before. A look of slight frustration crossed his own youthful-appearing face as he sought to remember how he knew the creature. The boy's silver eyes, that's what sparked it. And there was a name, tugging somewhere at the back of his mind. Raw... Roe... The only thing that came to mind was Rome. What?
(ooc: I'm bored hope you don't mind that I jump in)
Seth had been walking about on his own getting to know this particular area of the woods a little better. Identifying plants, deer trails, and seeing what else this vast forested home of the lycans held. He was wearing a White tshirt under an old forest-camo jacket, a pair of jeans and hiking boots. As he was walking, rather loudly, he happened on a very strange scent. His nose wasn't as powerful as a lycan's when he was human, but it was better than the average man's, and as he was walking he could have sworn he smelled... death. With a tinge of human. Morbid curiosity got the best of him and he decided to investigate. But then a voice came from the direction of the smell and he got a little confused but still responded. "Fire" The hell some one else was there. Just down wind of him but now he noticed the Lupine smell with what he could swear was ladies perfume... Orca. "I don't intend to set anyone on fire I'm just passing through... Hey there Orca how are you... So... Who or what died?"
Romulus's edge disappeared as he heard a different voice than he expected answer his warning. This one was still undoubtedly feminine, but it seemed kind of rougher than a normal woman's voice. Most of all, in the fog of memories that swirled within the vampire's mind, it seemed almost...familiar. And when Romulus saw the Lycan boy's face, there was no denying it.
"You're..." Romulus said, shock falling over his bloodless face, "you're Orca." The Lycan may have forgotten all about the vampire, because when the two of them had met, Romulus was just one of many different vampires serving in the court of the Queen of the Damned, Michaela D'Armestat. Orca, however, had been a rare member of the court - the only real Lycan that was favored by Her Majesty.
Plus the two had shared a couple conversations, and Romulus was one of those sorts that never forgot a face once he'd gotten to know the person.
Before he could refresh the flamboyant wolf's memories any further on their past experiences, another figure had apparently followed him through the Forest. This one was a rustic man, in a human form and lacking the outright wolven nature of the Lycan. Still, Romulus would've been a fool to assume he was just a regular human who had made it this far into the woods alive...whatever he was.
Were these Fenrir's friends?
Steel eyes glancing away from the stranger and returning to his old acquaintance, Romulus continued, "Romulus. I'm Romulus. Remember? Michaela's court at Weihborough? Must've been about five years ago now."
Say goodbye As we dance with the Devil tonight Don't you dare look at him in the eye As we dance with the Devil tonight
For a moment after the Vampire had finished speaking, Orca's eyes remained slightly dazed and clueless. Seth's arrival proved to only distract him further. He glanced over at the werewolf and muttered a quick greeting back, to be polite. Michaela's Court? Michaela... as in...
"Oh! Mich-y!" Orca beamed. He remembered now, the Vampire Queen who had taken the time from her immortal royalty to coach him along, back when he had still been a pup of a lycan. And of course, how could he have forgotten the nickel-eyed Vampire who had seemed so much like kin back then? Sure, maybe Romulus was actually like centuries old, but he had appeared so close in age to the younger lycanthrope it had been easy to strike up the first conversation between them.
"I remember, Rommy, you were always so nice." Well, the majority of the Vamps back then had been nice to him, but generally in a 'aww, the Queen got a new doggy' sort of way. "Why are you here? Have you always been here? I can't believe I didn't run into you before..."
Orca realized he was talking too much, too fast, but he was just so excited. Like most lycans, with his Turning his memory had become vague and mostly useless--even recent events sometimes blurred and slipped away, and it took something like this to wake said memories back up.
The teal-eyed lycan wondered if it would be too much to run up and give the Vampire a hug, something not uncommon amongst his own kind, but a Vampire might not appreciate it so much. He eyed his old friend(?), finally deciding to forgo any body contact in lieu of more conversation. "Seth, me and Romulus go waaaaaaay back, like before you were even born." Yes, it had been a long five years, though if you were to compare the Orca now to his younger self, the only difference you might see was the confidence and catlike grace that was now apparent in his every move. Other than that, he still looked like a girl.
Seth hadn't quite been all the way into the cearing when he had responded. There was a large about of thorn bushes between him and where this new person, Rommy as Orca had called him. He eventually found his way around and stumbled out of the brush. And took his first good look at the boy.
Now things made sense. The smell of death did anyway. At least now he knew who had died. He didn't really mind vampires all that much, and had it not been for his sence of smell the would haf found meeting such a young looking boy this far in the woods woul have been as strange as it was miraculous. Though he personally had no qualms against Vampires his human side was naturally intimidated.
But he seemed to be a friend of Orca's so he forced his guard down... Just a little. "Nice to meet you Romulus. A friend of any lycan of this forest is a friend of mine I guess." He walked up and extended a hand in greeting. "As Orca Said my name is Seth, local werewolf at your service." Now he had been getting better about keeping that Identity to himself but he felt that it was fair that the Vampire knew what he was.
Though the Vampire looked young Seth was sure that in reality the boy was far older than he looked. "Never met a vampire And i hope its not my last... So you two have a history? Care to share?" He asked wanting to learn a little about this immortal creature , as wel as learn a little more about Orca in the process.
Romulus couldn't help but feel his anger vanish before the light of Orca's beaming face. His blood - if he had any - certainly wasn't boiling any longer. Rather, he felt a bit of excitement at seeing the Lycan again. It was the first connection he'd had to the old days he'd had since he ended up in this part of the world.
"Well to-" Romulus started, but Orca cut him off and introduced him to the Woodsman who had stumbled upon them. "Seth" was his name, and according to him he was a Werewolf and was a close friend of the denizens of the Forest. "A Werewolf, huh?" The vampire said, now a bit more interested in exploring the identity of this stranger. "And here I thought your race was all but extinct. A pleasure to see this is not so - I'd like to have one at my service." He said the last part jokingly...or what seemed like jokingly. "And I at yours, as well...of course."
He added hastily.
Turning back to Orca, he decided to go ahead and answer the question...most of them, anyway, at the same time. "I've been here for roughly three years now. About six months before I came here, I was sent away from Her Majesty's...Queen Michaela's...court on a mission to England to serve as her agent in some kind of conflict amongst the locals. The Vampires and the Lycans were feuding and I and a few fellows had to pacify the conflict in the Queen's name."
He continued, "Well the operation completely failed. We didn't pacify the situation and I ended up losing contact with all of the fellows and Weihborough Court itself. I didn't want to just wander aimlessly, so I connected with the first Vampire I met - his name is Israfel - and ended up in the service of some mortal with an outrageous hairstyle who wanted to rule the world. Typical, right? Well his service was better than nothing, and kept us fed on blood, so I followed him here, to Spain."
At this point, Romulus pointed in the direction he was heading originally, "There's a Castle in that direction that used to belong to a seperate race of Vampires. I've been living there ever since. Don't know if that crazy wizard's still around, but there's quite a collection of them in the area."
Say goodbye As we dance with the Devil tonight Don't you dare look at him in the eye As we dance with the Devil tonight
The lycan listened carefully as Romulus launched into a brief history of his recent years, blue-green eyes widening a little at the mention of a mortal with an 'outrageous hairstyle'... Could he mean Lord Azrael?
His gaze followed the direction Romulus pointed, and he squinted off into the distance. His eyesight was shit, of course, always had been and being half (or mostly) lupine didn't help that factor any. He was mostly trying to pinpoint the area down in his head, specifically as a place to Avoid at All Costs. He was pretty sure this wouldn't be a Castle like the ones he had grown used to with the vamps he had known in the past, where entrance didn't mean sudden death and the inhabitants fed you tea and commented on how big you'd grown since they'd seen you last. No, this seemed more like a place where being lycan wouldn't enchant those within, but would rather enrage them into a killing frenzy.
He shivered.
"Mm," he finally responded, focusing back onto Romulus's young face. "A buncha my friends here are wizards, actually. My very very best friend is a student at the school. A'course there's the pack, too, and we're growing a little so that's nice, but sometimes I do miss it all." He tilted his head to one side, doglike. "Know what I mean?"
Here the wolf-boy blinked, realizing he had been ignoring Seth a little. "Ah, sorry Seth-y. In answer to your question, I met Rommy--Romulus, my bad--back when I was a pup an' all these Vamps sorta kinda took me as their pet?" That wasn't it, exactly, but he was sure Romulus would correct him if he was too far off the mark. "There wasn't a pack in that area, see, so I made friends of a well, different kind." He grinned at both of them, suddenly in a very good mood.
Seth listened quietly. Leaning back on a near by tree as he did. It seemed that The little vampire had himself a little adventure to say the least. After hearing how ell The Vampires had Treated Roca he wondered if they might want a watch dog/wolf/ Which led to him wondering What the Beast thought of Vampires.
I would abide, So long as I get my fair share of the blood. Came the silent response to his unspoken question. No, he decided it was a bad idea to let that happen. Yeah he could probably coexist with the undead blood suckers but could he live with himself? No, his place was here.
"Good for you Orca, well your Queen sounds like a very charming lady. Wouldn't mind meeting her if we ever crossed paths. So Romulus who old are you exactly? If I'm not being rude in asking." He was just curious maybe he could get the real history lesson from someone who had been around in the centuries past.
Romulus had very little to say on best friends among the mortals. He had always been very devoted to the concept of being completely solitary and avoiding the presence of mortals, but the Lycans weren't like that. With the notable exception of Fenrir, the Vampire had never met a Lycan who didn't, in some way, view themselves as partially human.
"I miss it too," Romulus said honestly, "we were all very much a family back then..." Ever since he had come here, he'd been by himself. Israfel made himself scarce, that Swift guy had up and vanished, and if there were other Vampires holed up in that Castle with him, he never saw them. Still, as before, if Romulus alone were the only Vampire, then Romulus alone was the only company that he felt comfortable around.
His attention turned to Seth, and his nostalgia grew even more. "Believe me when I say, the Queen may be the most charming and most powerful Vampiress you may ever cross paths with, but she would be, most likely, the last person you cross paths with. Her Majesty's benevolence is great, but her bloodlust is unparalleled by any of our kind."
He followed it up with answering the question, "as for my age, I am probably not much older than you are, if not younger. I was sired ten years ago, and you see how young I was then."
Say goodbye As we dance with the Devil tonight Don't you dare look at him in the eye As we dance with the Devil tonight
The lycan peered closely at his nickel-eyed vampire friend(?), a small cat smile curling his lips as he nodded in agreement to the description of his former Queen. The only reason she hadn't killed him during their first encounter was because she had found the then-young lycan pup amusing.
Ten years ago... and he's like... thirteen-fourteen-fifteen... something like that... Orca thought furiously, finally resorting to counting subtely on his fingers.
"So Rommy, you're like just a couple years older than me?" His teal eyes were bright as they considered the other boy. It was funny, really, how similar they were. They were both in their twenties but appeared to be only in their teens.
"Ohhh, Sethy," the lycan turned to his 'cousin', a curious expression on his tanned features. "I been meanin' to ask ya... How long you been a werewolf anyway?"
Seth raised his eye brows at the new revelation. So the boy was in his mid twenties. and had been legally dead for twn years. Oh well guess, that throws out asking who fired 'the shot heard round the world.' eh. anyway he listened to the two of them converse and the Orca Asked him a queation.
And he had to think about it. "Well... I was turned when i was five it was a miracle i survive but anyway, Id say oh... sixteen and a half years now." He said doing the math in his head. "And before that last out break I had succeeded in keeping the beast locked up for three whole years with out slipping up. So how long have you been a lycan?
Romulus nodded, his savage black hair bouncing upon his shoulders as his head moved. "Roughly, yes. I'm no ancient Vampire...not yet, anyway. Not sure if I'll survive that long, really." The Vampire wondered for a moment what that would be like, living for so many years. Michaela was around two millenia old. Did she retain all of her memories from all those centuries she had lived? Had she forgotten most of them?
Would Romulus, in two thousand years - if he were even alive - even remember Weihburough Court? Spain? This moment? Or would his thoughts lie only on the present? They were deep questions, better pondered over back home at the library in the Castille, than right now in the middle of the woods reuniting with an old friend.
"He," and Romulus meant Orca when he spoke to Seth, "came to us about six years ago, and he was hardly a puppy in Lycan terms then." The vampire didn't know what he meant, exactly, by 'the Beast.' He had a wild guess, of course, everyone knew about werewolves and their wild transformations...but was this guy one of those souls who feared his powerful alter ego?
What would Fenrir think?
Say goodbye As we dance with the Devil tonight Don't you dare look at him in the eye As we dance with the Devil tonight
The lycan's eyes were wide as he regarded Seth. "Woooow, ever since you were so little? That musta been crazy." He stifled a giggle at the thought of baby Seth-wolf roaming the countryside in diapers as he searched for prey to chew.
When Romulus spoke, Orca's expression turned worried for the briefest moment, before he gave the Vampire a reassuring grin. "No, no, Rommy, you're so strong, I bet you will. Though, ew, that's kinda a long time." He wrinkled his nose in distaste. "Immortality sounds, well, boring. No offense."
Romulus answered Jack's question for him, and now Orca's previous decision on respecting the other's personal space gave way. He beamed, delighted, and threw his arms around the young Vampire to, I don't know, show his appreciation that Romulus had remembered such a thing.
Apparently oblivious to the fact he was hanging off a deadly killer, Orca spoke cheerily, "Yes, yes, I wasn't a puppy, but I didn't know nothin' at all, not about vampys or wolves (he pronounced it 'woofs') or magic or nothin'. But, uh..." The lycan struggled in thought for a moment, attempting to think back that far.
How long had it been? It was like wading through thigh-high mud with no visible dry land in sight. His memories were murky, and although that sometimes proved to be a blessing, in this case it was just an annoyance. It didn't help that he had spent a great deal of his time since being Bitten in his wolf form, more time than was considered healthy. Or sane.
"I, uh..."
More than six years? It couldn't have been more than ten, because he hadn't come to Europe until he was out of grade school, and well into junior high. Or, no, was that even right?
He shrugged his shoulders, giving up.
"I dunno, it was a while back, I guess. It don't really matter, right? Good enough I got turned, 'cause being human sure did suck."
Teagan Offline: This board is full of nostalgia.
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Missing the old MH: gotta say missing when MH and all that was around.
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Azrael: I'm not hard to find, since I'm the only one there who goes by "Azzy", I'm pretty sure. XD
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Azrael: Dunno if anyone still pops by here from time to time, but if any of you mofos do and still feel like gettin' yo nerd on, I've been hanging around this here place a bunch recently: www.roleplayerguild.com/
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Azrael: hold onto your pantaloons
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