Night time in Drakborough came once again. Very few people were out tonight, with the exception of one or two 'bad' students who were out past curfew or the old man who simply had no roof over his head. Oh, and the occasional nocturnal monster. But that was to be taken for granted in this peculiar town inhabited by witches and warlocks, vampires and werewolves. In the town of Drakborough, every night was Halloween.
Romulus, prince of vampires, sat upon a bench of no particular quality or material. With his pale youthful features and terribly matted mane of black hair, Romulus didn't even appear to be any different than any other young wizard defying the authority of their teachers. It was better that way, it kept things simple.
He lay his back against the bend of the bench, staring not at the sky above but straight forward into the abyss that was the house across the street. His silver eyes stared into absolutely nothing, and his other senses picked up on the various discussions and arguments happening right at this very moment throughout the town.
The vampire wasn't reclining, he was waiting.
He just didn't know for whom yet.
ooc: first post for the person who knows its the first post
Last Edit: Jul 29, 2009 20:08:21 GMT -5 by Romulus
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
Wolves are supposed to be pack animals, all about family. And yet, every pack she came across seemed to crumble, the pack mentality non existent. It seemed like kinship meant nothing anymore. Magenta colored eyes gazed dismally at the dark expanse of forest before her, feeling the depression and conflicting seeping from the woods and settling upon her like a heavy weight. She needed to get away, at least for now. Running a hand down the ivory colored robe she’d borrowed from a random passerby earlier on in the day, she came to the decision that getting drunk was her best bet for the night.
Turning swiftly on her bare heel she headed in the direction of what she’d heard was a bustling town, intent on finding a warm pub and some gullible human to buy her liquor. Her steps were quick and sure, graceful even, until the wind happened to blow in her direction bringing with it a peculiar scent. The scent of death, darkness, and power. A vampire’s scent.
She resumed her quick strides, her body tense and guarded, bright eyes alert and observant of her surroundings. To a human he would seem like any other, relaxed and enjoying the fresh evening air. But she knew different, she knew he wasn’t just any other human, not human at all. Making a spur of the moment decision she tossed out her earlier plans, instead changing course until she was standing directly beside the bench upon which the vampire sat.
“Nice night, isn’t it?” she said, making sure to keep her voice casual and friendly, without a hint of threat. The lycaness took a quick, measuring glance of the vampire before turning to join the other in staring at the house straight in front of them.
A voice pulled the vampire out of his meditation, although Romulus had already expected her long before she spoke. To the eyes of any passerby the two were rather strange but unremarkable, but both knew that they were each other's natural enemy and were only a few feet from each other. Without turning his head, the vampire said in an unrehearsed tone, "as good as you make it, I suppose."
The vampire turned his head to face her, his eyes a rather unnatural shade of silvery gray. They stood out from the rest of his appearance, only slightly darker than his skin and lighter than his hair. His eyes glanced back for a moment at the house in front of them as he noticed her too glancing at it, and then said, in a crisper voice which had time to recover itself, "nothing there, you know. If there was, I would've noticed by now."
It was a joking statement, of course. Both of them knew it was more for effect than anything else.
"So...business or pleasure?"
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
“Neither, more of an escape actually.” she answered, eyes dimming as her thoughts traveled back to the conflicted lycans that made up Fenrir’s pack. Really, this is not what she needed right now, all of the strife was just further depressing her. Merlin, but she wanted to tear into something, release the anger and frustration beginning to fester in her by indulging in a fierce, bloody kill.
“Mind if I sit?” she asked, suppressing the urge to sigh melodramatically. Not bothering to wait for an invitation she perched herself on the edge of the bench, attempting not to wrinkle her nose in disgust as she was assaulted by the vampire’s scent. Her instincts were screaming enemy at her, begging to change and attack, but she resisted and kept her wolf in control.
“How’s the food around here?” she asked, a barely noticeable emphasis on the word food. She hadn’t killed in human in so long, unwilling to do anything that would make her a monster. But she was itching for a taste of human flesh, of innocent blood. She was tired of pretending to be good, she was a lycan and it was time she remembered that.
Romulus shrugged and extended his hand when the lycan asked to sit. She hadn't waited, but all the same the vampire dealt some answer to her invitation. After all, common courtesy was the least of things necessary to maintain the illusion of humanity. He watched the woman, seeming to sense the level of annoyance that clouded her.
"Food?" Romulus said, "well, if you're a friend of papa bear bouncing around with the woodland creatures, I'd have to tell you that I don't eat...that kind of food. It's been quite a while since I last did, anyway. I don't go hungry, though, for my own reasons." The statement was not very thinly veiled, and considering she no doubt knew what he was, it wouldn't take long for her to understand it.
"Now if you're new to town, however..." the vampire said, his eyes watching the woman with interest, "...it depends on how fast you can dodge a spell because the food around here's awfully enchanting."
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
"Papa bear?" She repeated incredulously, an eyebrow raising of it's own accord. The distant memory of the muggle story of goldilocks and the three bears floated to the surface of her mind, painting a most comical picture for the lycaness. Fenrir as the alpha papa bear, Roan as the protective momma bear, and Orca as the playful baby bear. Oh, and the Headmaster as goldilocks!
"I'm actually new to the area, though I knew papa bear from a rather long time ago." She answered, a grin momentarily flitting across her features.
Enchanting. Wizards. Sweet goddess, for a group that's supposedly secret, in hiding from the muggles, they sure did seem to be popping up everywhere. Sometimes it felt like there were more wizards than muggles infesting the world. They procreate like jack rabbits. She thought disdainfully, practically sneering.
"Yes, well I always did like my meat a tad... tough." She muttered sardonically.
Ooc: Muse= Non-existent at the moment. I just spent the past two hours styling my mum's hair... -shudder- The blow drier stole my imagination. >.<
Teagan Offline: This board is full of nostalgia.
Aug 22, 2020 8:39:09 GMT -5
Missing the old MH: gotta say missing when MH and all that was around.
Nov 6, 2019 0:02:30 GMT -5
Willow_lazy: why tf are there 400 posts about adidas
Sept 6, 2018 17:35:57 GMT -5
Azrael: I'm not hard to find, since I'm the only one there who goes by "Azzy", I'm pretty sure. XD
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:41 GMT -5
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/
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:10 GMT -5
Azrael: hold onto your pantaloons
Jul 25, 2016 5:16:43 GMT -5