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Post by Aly on Mar 30, 2009 19:52:49 GMT -5
It was almost dark. Not quite, but very close to it. The trees cast long shadows over the road, and Krestal waited in them. Her hair was plastered back by the wind, which was blowing towards her. Perfect. As long as she wasn't ambushed from behind, no hunter would know she was there. She was focusing on keeping her aura calm and her mind near empty - she didn't want to alert any Night People that she was something other than human. Her hand clenched around a dagger, silver, laced with Triste magic that could scar a vampire; her other hand clasped a stake, made of rowan wood (the best wood for vampires.) She figured she was pretty well off if anything came along. She heard noises, minute and almost inaudible, to her east. It was too silent to be anything truly dangerous. . . but the most dangerous things were professional hunters. She crouched by the side of the road, happy that she was wearing pants instead of her typical long skirt. If she were to enter a fight, it would most definitely end out badly. Krestal shivered - despite the pants, she was wearing a sleeveless shirt, also black - not the best thing to wear on a chilly evening. There was not, however, any chance to turn back and throw on something warmer. That being decided, Krestal stood stalk-still and waited.
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Post by Amdru Fish on Mar 30, 2009 19:59:17 GMT -5
The sun was beginning to sink when Ambrose paused by the side of a road lined with trees. He inhaled deeply smelling the scent of the trees, the smell of floral perfume, and…blood. He allowed the scents to caress his tongue before smiling to himself, his eyes turning a musky dark color. He was starving for a meal. Of course he didn’t plan on killing anyone, just taking some girl home to bed, a dinner date. Ambrose sighed heavily, looking the picture of a mournful, handsome, young man. He loved playing this part. Cautiously he toned down his essence, wanting to appear just like any other human being. He’d been learning over the years that despite his physical strength, charisma, and skill, some humans were sharper than others if he didn’t play it right. Hiding a smile behind the mask he was slowly forming onto his natural skin, Ambrose allowed the confidence of a pure lamia to flow through him. This was going to be an interesting night, his instincts told him so.
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Post by Aly on Mar 30, 2009 20:09:37 GMT -5
Krestal's senses fastened themselves on something coming closer, and she quickly put her weapons away - but left them hidden. She then crouched down, arms folding around her knees, looking (she hoped) like a human, timid and lost in the dark, trying to find a way to a town. She made herself think of terrible things - monsters in the dark, for instance, something that most humans were taught to fear - and unveiled her mind just slightly as she sensed the being creeping closer. There was no doubt in her mind now that she was sensing a vampire; even better, a lamia, a pure vampire. But she knew that she wasn't going to let this one do her in. She was too good for that. She shivered again in a gust of wind, this time taking her scent (regrettably) directly towards whatever was stalking her. She bit her lip, still forcing herself to seem scared, and clutched at her knees tighter, murmuring to herself.
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Post by Amdru Fish on Mar 30, 2009 20:16:18 GMT -5
Ambrose paused, smelling suddenly in an abrupt draft of wind something akin to fear, anxiety, and the gentle thoughts of a human being. He inhaled deeply, pleased. The girl seemed pure, innocent…his favorite kind. He chuckled quietly to himself while continuing to walk forward in a sluggish manner, humans being naturally slow. In the quickly falling darkness his eyesight was perfect, only humans were blind. Ambrose stopped walking five feet from the figure he saw struggling to make her way forward. Something tickled the pit of his stomach at the sight of this girl, he couldn’t figure out what it was… perhaps this girl was especially delicious. “Is…someone there?” He called out in a soft, silky voice. He sounded neither worried, nor overly concerned, just curious. Perhaps it wasn’t that dark out yet, but from the way that girl was crouching, it was hard to tell if she was scared, or merely trying to blend into the shad—no, blending into the shadows was not something humans did while crouching, they were to finicky for that. He held in an inward sigh. Humans were so complex, maybe that complexity was what made them taste so good.
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Post by Aly on Mar 30, 2009 20:45:48 GMT -5
Krestal allowed her reflexes to kick in as the man drew closer - and made herself jump slightly when she heard him speak. Like all vampires, he was trying to get into her mind and make her feel safe... but humans are complex beings, and it is not always predictable what they will do when they are stressed. Her eyes narrowed in a squinting manner - her eyes were better than a human's would be, but regrettably not as sensitive as a vampire's. She let herself be silent, the open part of her mind debating whether or not to say anything, before she stammered: "...Who's there?" She allowed of anxiety and hopelessness to fill her voice, and let her eyes widen in fear as she looked around, trying to discern where this man might be coming from - acting, of course.
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Post by Amdru Fish on Mar 31, 2009 13:40:46 GMT -5
Ambrose allowed his eyes to become worried, his face to show concern, even his general feel that of someone sympathetic. He wasn’t. He never was truly sympathetic. It’s all for the sake of the act, all for the sake of the act, he reminded himself. Ambrose avoided the random kick of the legs by stepping to her side where she could see him if she tired. “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you,” Ambrose said, sending out soothing thoughts in her direction, wanting her to calm down before coming any closer. An agitated prey was hard to deal with. He inhaled deeply, trying to sense her source of discomfort. He smelled something silver, something made of wood… the trees? No, this was a different type… oh well, she must be wearing jewelry. “Is there anything I can do for you?” Ambrose said, dropping his voice down further, allowing anxiety to mix with concern. It was getting dark, and normal humans didn’t like staying around after dark. Come to think of it, he didn’t like eating in places like this in the first place, to open, not secretive enough. Ambrose held back a grin of amusement. Lamia loved secrets.
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Post by Aly on Mar 31, 2009 18:36:03 GMT -5
Krestal's eyes narrowed as he... smelled her? No, not quite. It wasn't the big wet inhales of smelling something, more like the soft, delicates sniffs of a cat. She winced slightly as she tried to get up, making herself seem hurt. I bet that will do something. she thought, then bit her lip. "...I hurt my ankle..." she murmured, intoning that she was talking more to herself than to her. She relaxed slightly. "I was going out for a walk, and I tripped - and there's no connection out here." she waved a phone in front of her face. It was dead, anyway. Tristes have no need for human technology. The part of her mind that he could sense filled with distress and worry, and one single question that made everything else into static noise: Can this guy help me?
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Post by ebonywing13 on Mar 31, 2009 23:32:14 GMT -5
Ekaret watched the exchange with silent amusment. He watched from the heavens held aloft by large ebony wings. He was a hybrid, a disgrace to both the shapeshifters and the lamias. Ekaret learned to live in the wilderness and this heightened his senses, both human and Night World. He could smell a hint of a vampire that was trying very hard to hide its identity. He could tell that the man was a very well disciplined and trained individual. The woman on the other hand seemed to be a regular human but in the wilderness you learn to question everything and trust nothing. His lamia blood allowed him to see everything around him with inhuman clarity. Ekaret's eyes where not their customary black but a golden brown that hinted at his curiosity. He quickly looked around to see a nearby tree. Ekaret landed silently on a branch and wrapped his wings around him, one, to keep out the chill of the night and, two, to aid in camouflage. There he waited and watched.
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Post by Amdru Fish on Apr 2, 2009 20:51:25 GMT -5
Ambrose made a sympathetic sound in the back of his throat, something between a sharp intake of breath and a gentle releasing of sound…altogether he failed to sound sympathetic but did manage to seem concerned. He could feel the intensity of her forward emotion, and it set him on edge…eagerly so. His second senses also picked up foreshadowing but Ambrose was young for a vampire, he was also reckless in his pride, therefore, he completely ignored the warning. “Did you? Would you like me to help you walk?” Ambrose asked sweetly, weaving honey into his voice, the illusion of absolute comfort, and calm….lots of calm. “Or, perhaps, I could carry you?” Ambrose favored the human girl with his most charming smile, beguiling, smooth, warm, and beautiful on his unnaturally perfect face. He was, after all, a lamia of exceptional grace.*He stepped forward hesitantly, dark honey eyes open in feigned honest intentions. He could feel the victory coming forward, a victory that would taste O so sweet in his mouth when he drank from the lovely, slender neck of hers. (( *-gagactionhere-))
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Post by Aly on Apr 2, 2009 22:43:17 GMT -5
[/ -gags- That was almost StephanieMeyer-ish in description. Dx Not that that's a bad thing. You write better than her, though. ^ ^; ]
Krestal ignored the other presence she felt on the edges of her aura - now was not a time for distractions. "I - ah - I think I can walk," she smiled calmly, as if his illusion was having effect on her. She got up shakily, easily forcing her muscles to be stiff in feign inactivity. As soon as she stumbled to her feet, however, she did trip - purposefully. A Triste is too good for accidents and clumsiness. Humans, on the other hand, are not. She pitched forward, catching herself on the heels of her palms in front of him. She muttered curses, blinking and grimacing when she stood up again, shakily this time. Of course she didn't bleed - she wasn't invincible in that department, but her skin was stronger than any humans. The worse she'd gotten was a grass stain across her palms. No big deal. "Ahhh~" she sighed, blinking at him in the growing darkness with wide eyes. "Sorry about that," she tested her weight on her "hurt" leg, "but for now I think I can manage." She smiled with general human optimism - and then her eyes narrowed and her lips twitched upward seductively, her thin and rather solemn face dimpling. "Of course, I may need your assistance later..." she said, with every implication a young human female would be able to muster. Better to let him think he'd won, that he'd charmed her over. It would make the game better later.
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Post by Amdru Fish on Apr 2, 2009 23:03:58 GMT -5
Ambrose twitched ever so slightly as a new presence flickered into existence in his awareness field, and just as easily as it came, Ambrose ignored it. He was focusing entirely on the girl before him. She was close now, amazingly so. He inhaled in a normal manner but the scent that reached him was not normal. He had to keep himself from stepping back in disappointment. Her blood, this close…it almost smelled---bitter. However, he kept his gentle smile firmly plastered onto his face. “Here, allow me too—“ Ambrose said, coming forward to carefully take her arm when he looked at her palms. His warning senses flared unexpectedly. He couldn’t get rid of an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. What the hell was this girl? And why did she make him feel so peculiar? Surely humans couldn’t attract him that much, they were pathetic things after all. “Are you sure, that you are hurt?” Ambrose heard himself say before he could stop. Realizing his mistake he gave her a reassuring smile, as if to say just-kidding-I-believe-you. “Well then, shall I escort you to someplace a little more safe….so that I can ‘help’ you further?” He loved it when human girls played up their desperation. It only further proved the gap between them, and him.
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Post by Aly on Apr 2, 2009 23:13:12 GMT -5
Krestal's eyes narrowed. He was still smiling, but she had seen a falter in that smiled before it turned joking. "I suppose sitting in the same place helped my ankle a bit~" she said carelessly, turning wide-eyed innocence onto this man. She reached and threw a clump of white-blonde-and-brown hair over her shoulder. There were a few bits and pieces of forest debris in her hair to support her story. "Is something wrong?" she asked suddenly, before she could stop herself. What really bothered her was that her concern was suddenly and obscenely genuine - like she was worried she wasn't good enough for him. Calm down, Kres, she thought, taking care to hide these thoughts from her newfound companion. He's a vampire. He means nothing to you.
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Post by Amdru Fish on Apr 2, 2009 23:22:29 GMT -5
"Wrong? Of course not!" Ambrose responded, his voice dropping to a whisper as one of his hands reached forward toward Krestal's face. He meant to gently pick a leaf out of her hair, a trick he learned from a movie. It seems humans were good at misunderstanding things, and the more that was misunderstood, the better for him. "But, since your ankle seems to be doing so well, it would be best to hurry out of here..... don't you think?" Ambrose raised a brow and motioned at the world around them. For a human all was shadow, for him, it was merely like walking in bright moonlight, he could see everything perfectly, it just wasn't like when the sun was out. "I would hate for someone to come along and do something terrible," Ambrose bit his lip in the imitation of agitation. He was truly excited though. This girl was amazing, though her smell still bothered him just a bit...she was rather attractive, and her hair smelled wonderful. He'd caught a whiff of its scent when she's moved it.
'Wait a minute, what the hell am I thinking? A girl? A human girl amazing? No, no, it's the euphoria of the hunt talking, this girl is most definitely just.... ordinary...and possibly a very delicious meal.'
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Post by Aly on Apr 3, 2009 9:19:14 GMT -5
Krestal's eyes widened just slightly as his hand reached for her. 'What is he planning to do?' She kept this thought carefully guarded. Then, mentally, she laughed. 'He's a vampire. Stop thinking of him as something equal.' A carefully seductive smile set itself on her lips as she tilted her head just slightly to the side, just slightly exposing her neck. Only just enough for him to become more euphorically insane with her - she'd seen the clouded troubled shadow in his eyes. Her facade was working almost as well as she was letting him think his was. "The closest town is that way -" she turned her head the other way to glanced back at the road she had come from. "- but, I'm afraid they don't take well to strangers." It was a perfectly human expression, involving that she didn't know Township was a Triste town. "There's another town over that way -" she turned again, this time her hair lifted a little. "- but the path is through forest as the crow flies." She bit her lip, looking indecisive. She knew it would definitely be better for him to go back to Township, or to its sister town - because in either, his death wouldn't be discovered by the humans' ridiculous idea of crime-control. It would be understood in one of her peoples' towns, and she wouldn't have to cover it up. 'It will be a shame to kill him,' she thought, turning back to look at him thoughtfully, 'he seems... kind. Actually, her mind was spinning with things she could voice about him, but all the other words made her blush - but more than 'kind' did. A very light blush that would be unnoticeably by humans flushed her pale cheeks.
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Post by Amdru Fish on Apr 3, 2009 23:26:56 GMT -5
Ambrose removed the leaf from her hair, allowing his hand to come within centimeters of her face. For some reason, her eyes were mesmerizing. He found himself focusing completely on them, hardly hearing her words. A small town nearby? Not likely to welcome strangers…. Or the long walk in the dark, with a human? He toyed with the thought of taking her now. It wouldn’t take long, and he could always manipulate her thoughts (if she was weak, which she must be since she’s human) enough to keep her from remembering exactly what he’d done. “Hmm…” He studied her for a bit. In truth she seemed fine. She could probably make it to the farthest town. And, that meant he could spend more time with his potential meal—one moment, more time? More time for what? Idle chit-chat that had hardly any depth was so ever in it? Was he becoming brainwashed in his middle age? “Let’s take the forest path….we might even find a shortcut,” Ambrose decided suddenly, for once that night relying on his natural instincts that screamed: stay away from the closest town! Besides, she was such a cute human, and her blood would taste better after indulging in a little personal affection. What could go wrong? “Come,” He commanded, playing with his powers of persuasion, letting pleasant thoughts of walking warmly with another human, of care, safety, perhaps even his hand in hers…. He let the thoughts drift and waited for her reply.
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