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| Going in for the Kill; [Nocturne] | |
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| Aden | Thu Jul 16, 2009 4:43 am Post #1 |
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Each tree was a separate attempt, a hand reaching for the sky in a vain attempt to escape the tortured earth. The trees now stood there, dead and twisted, their leafless branches twirling out in every direction. The bare wood clawed at the air every time a breeze rolled past, the creaking sound of bending wood reaching a crescendo with every blow of the wind. Not a mouse stirred, not a bird chirped, only the sound of large reptiles, buzzing insects, and rotting flesh made their way through the air. The sky held a single crescent moon, surrounded by a grandiose splatter of twinkling, white stars. The moonlight cascaded down upon the marsh, shredded by the dead trees' naked branches. Deep in the marsh the remains of a campsite could be found, no doubt erected out of dire need by the unfortunate camper. A fire blazed, illuminating a small section of land, strangely dry for a place so deep in the swamplands. There was a prepared place to sleep, a pot beside the fire, obviously freshly emptied of its appetizing contents. A couple of bags slumped on the side, no doubt full of maps, supplies, and things to sell once the man got wherever he was going. Too bad he would never make it. Outside the dome of light that the fire made laid a man, his eyes closed, a sword beside him on the ground. His shirt was torn in numerous places, signs of a struggle littering the ground around him. At his neck, lips wrapped around the section of flesh, was a young vampire. His eyes were a cold blue, his hair jet black and elegantly disheveled. He was handsome, but any charm he had was lost once one saw him in his current state, sucking frantically at the man's neck, pulling deeply from the mortal's veins in an attempt to devour every drop of his sweet, thick blood. Aden was feeding. |
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| Nocturne | Thu Jul 30, 2009 5:26 pm Post #2 |
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((OoC: Hope this is okay ^^)) Nocturne walked through the swamp, picking up her feet higher than normal, making her walk seem more like a march. Nocturne reached out a hand to steady herself, touching the gnarled and twisted tree. The bark was harsh beneath her skin and after she had navigated over the swampy puddle she pulled her hand away like it was on fire. She had asked a few people about the swamp and only a couple of boy had answered her. Obviously they had lied. Nocturne was dressed in leather boots and a black dress. The material ended just above her knees and the boots only reached to mid-calf leaving a substantial amount of skin exposed and already it has filled with tiny scratches. Nocturne finally emerged into a sort of clearing. Well . . . Trees still twisted up to the sky but it appeared to be a lot drier here. She came out and rubbed some of the mud off her boots in the grass. Then she ran her fingers through her long black hair, getting out some of the tangles that had accumulated from being stuck on bark and branches. Next she brushed any dirt, twigs, and leaves from her dress. When she was happy with her appearance she took in the surrounding. It looked like there was a camp in the distance Nocturne lowered her golden eyes to the ground, flicking them up every once in awhile to lock onto the camp before lowering them again. She moved around a few mucky areas and avoided stepping in a few holes before she finally came within the glow of the camp. Nocturne straight and at a glance her eyes snapped to a gruesome scene. It looked like a teenage boy sucking the blood out of, the previous owner of the camp perhaps? But the teenage part might be wrong as well considering that blood-suckers were usually vampires and vampires didn’t age normally. Nocturne crossed her arms and leaned back against a gnarled tree. “You know you should always use manners. In the presence of others or not.” |
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| Aden | Fri Jul 31, 2009 7:20 pm Post #3 |
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Her words were lost in the jumble of Aden's mind as it twisted and turned in the wonderous elation that feeding brought. He was light-headed, and at the same time strangely aware of the entire world, every sight, sound, and smell swirling in his head as it performed an intricate dance that his heightened senses could comprehend with no difficulty. He let his eyes look up as he continued to pull blood, the wonderful sensations spiking with every new mouthful fo the precious liquid. When he finished, he was still buzzing, though the words finally had a meaning, no matter how mundane. It felt strange to have to talk, as if he were forcing himself to come down off a wonderful high. "I didn't know there was a polite way to drink someones blood..." he said nonchalantly, straightening himself beside the dry corpse and brushing back his hair with a hand. He was flushed, his skin a rosy red in the pale moonlight of the night. Before him was a rare beauty, her hair falling down her back and blending into the charcoal material of her dress, boots creeping up her shins. It was obvious that she was less than terrified, both of this place and of Aden himself. She stood with such resolve, such passion that Aden almost shivered. His fangs reteated back into the roof of his mouth, leaving Aden once again with mundane canines, neither extraoridnarily sharp or long. He ran his tongue over his teeth before taking a step forward. "Maybe you'd like me to try again?" he flashed her a suggestive glance with his bright blue eyes. |
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