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Post by Aly on Apr 3, 2009 23:40:38 GMT -5
Krestal didn't give in to his persuasion per se, but she smiled warmly and walked after him, eyes (supposedly blindly) scanning the forest. "Alright~" she said, calmly enough. She glanced up at him through her eyelashes, and couldn't help but giggle at the fact that he seemed almost at a loss for words. She walked along in silence, holding the arm that was not between them out to keep her balance on the path; only one arm, because if she fell the other way she would fall into this interestingly charming vampire - '...wait.' She interrupted her own thoughts. 'Interestingly charming? Where the hell did that come from?' She shook her head, watching her instead of her footing, and surprisingly managing to walk decently, without falling over. Her thoughts fumbled for something to talk about, and she eventually said, "What do you want out of life?" It was a perfectly innocent, human question; but even vampires had to want something out of life, too?
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Post by Amdru Fish on Apr 4, 2009 0:01:26 GMT -5
Ambrose’s hand automatically reached out to take an arm, but he paused, realizing that was to forward and it tasted of attachment. He did not get attached to his food! Annoyed at something—he refused to believe it was with himself—he walked along letting the silence flow. Surprisingly the girl was good with walking. Was her ankle really hurt after all? He was beginning to have his doubts. Maybe she was innocent enough to think that she could catch a guy this way….He chuckled to himself quietly, trying not to let her hear. However the laugh was cut short at her question. He studied her with narrowed eyes for a moment. “Life?” He repeated casually, as if the word was a mere catch phrase, something that was tossed about here an’ there with no real meaning belonging to it. “What is there to want out of life? Happiness? Love? Security? Family? Success? Aren’t these things all rather vague and unclear in the first place? What’s the point of ‘wanting’ something out of life when it is so much easier just to take it?” Ambrose replied smoothly, throwing about his questions in his naturally nonchalant way, as if he didn’t care. But he did care. Actually, the issue of life unsettled him. He had so many years to live, it wasn’t as if he couldn’t at one point or another gain happiness, or security (not that he needed that), or love…it was simply hard to imagine gaining something that was so far beyond him. “What about you?”
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Post by Aly on Apr 4, 2009 0:09:28 GMT -5
"I don't want anything out of life. I simply plan on accepting whatever happens, whatever gets thrown at me." Krestal's eyes focused on the ground now. "I mean, life is something that could go on forever, if you wanted it to - it's just that something happens, all the time, and people either lose their will or get sick, or just want to get it over with because they've been alive for so long." She paused, as if considering what she said. "Human beings make themselves die. There's no Almighty Decree about every single person have some amount of years to live, while another has five more." She frowned in distaste. "So, I simply plan on living forever and not wanting to die, and then all my problems will be solved - security and success, and love, and everything that goes with it." She smiled gently, looking at him to see how he reacted to this.
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Post by Amdru Fish on Apr 4, 2009 0:18:23 GMT -5
Ambrose grimaced. She was a human who believed in immortality. He wondered what she would think of it once she knew that after living for so long, it became dull. Yet, it sounded, almost convincingly so, as if she did know something. He smiled at her, his proof that he recognized her logic as something to think over. Fascinating, truly fascinating. I’ll have to talk to more of my meals beforehand now… He thought his eyes straying to the path ahead. If he wanted to, he could try to overwhelm the girl here, run as fast as possible to the next town, wake her up, drink her blood, ditch her in some nice hotel, and be done with it all before sunup. On the other hand—on the other hand? There was no other hand: this was the logical course of action for him to take. He needed her blood. So, why was he hesitating? “Even if you live forever, simply trusting such things as one’s own happiness to fate, one’s own love to fate, isn’t that all just a little too easy? Where’s the excitement in that? Hardly challenging,” He replied, feigning disapproval. In actuality, she’d made him think, something he rarely bothered to do. This woman was a headache waiting to happen.
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Post by Aly on Apr 4, 2009 0:28:00 GMT -5
"I don't believe in fate," she laughed. "I plan on working and earning excitement - go off and do something thrilling while I'm young." she glanced at him sidelong and winked. "And then, as I get older, excitement will come with more... lesser challenging things." A gust of wind blew her hair to the side, and she reached up to tame it before if grew too wild, glancing at the path as she did so. When the wind subsided, she smiled at him a little shyly, looking up at the sky, her happily carefree expression slowly fading into something of awe as she watched the stars, slowing her pace just slightly so that she wouldn't injure herself.
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Post by Amdru Fish on Apr 4, 2009 12:45:16 GMT -5
“Fate is rather hard to believe in,” Ambrose commented under his breath. He’d conceded to another point. Dang it, she was winning. “Hm, what is the point of earning excitement if it cannot continue to be challenging?” Ambrose challenged, giving her a mocking smile. Personally he really didn’t like opposition, therefore secretly he agreed with her completely, but it would be a while before he was completely honest about it. As he was looking at her, he noticed her face turn to awe as she gazed upon the stars. Her hair had been blowing in the wind sending its fragrance in his direction. He inhaled softly savoring the flavor on his tongue. It was a sweet as sugar, yet strangely potent as if covered by a bitter herb. It drew him forward; it drew him to the girl. Ambrose grimaced and turned away from her, the fist farthest from her sight clenched in frustration. She was making him thirsty, in fact it was such a thirst as he’d never experienced before, it was almost deadly. “By the way, I don’t believe I ever asked your name,” Ambrose said at last, still not looking at her. His voice sounded a little more distant now as well as overly casual. He didn’t notice until the words were out of his mouth that he was close to being called “cold.” Calm down Ambrose! You are a lamia of exceptional grace, you hunt as if you were born for it…. Relax, nothing can go wrong so long as you stay in control of yourself!
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Post by Aly on Apr 4, 2009 12:50:56 GMT -5
"Excitement is always challenging," she said simply, "in that whenever you find it you must give your all to hold onto it, and then continue on to find more once you lose it - and the cycle keeps going." She glanced at him for a moment, saw his grimace and heard that far-away, noncommittal tone, and smiled. "It's Krestal Abforth," she said gently, in an almost concerned tone. "What is yours?" She sounded somewhat concerned with an undertone of triumph, perhaps because she got a sense she was winning.
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Post by Amdru Fish on Apr 4, 2009 13:06:18 GMT -5
“Ambrose Shadowfax,” He replied absently before turning around sharply to look her in the face fully. So her name was Krestal. It was pretty. She even looked like her name, something not all humans were capable off. “Well, now that I know your view on excitement, don’t you think that endless cycles need a little more than that to continue being interesting? After all, you seem to be talking about eternity here, not merely some human life—“ The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. At first, he felt horrified, shocked, doomed. If his parents found out he’d almost let slip the night world’s secrets, they would possibly, no, indefinitely try to kill him. He looked at Krestal, spontaneously gracing her with his best charming smile. He leaned in closer, as if to make the whole thing a joke between the two of them. “Because, after all, we’re not gods, right?” He grinned, yet at this close range, he could once more get a faint smell of her blood. There was something that was beginning to gnaw at him now. His senses had been prickling all night, especially every time he smelled her. He hadn’t a clue why, it was just there, an underlying warning, but from what? This girl was beginning to make him doubt his beautiful self. Stupid humans! They had no right to mess with a lamia’s brain!
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Post by Aly on Apr 4, 2009 13:16:52 GMT -5
Krestal blinked, allowing him to sense her thoughts on the 'human life whatever' being a completely innocent phrase. After all, the difference between a god's life and a human's life and, even a bird's life were intrinsic. But she laughed at his comment about gods. "Night and day have been happening forever, and no one has gotten tired of that yet. Life is a cycle, and it changes; new things are invented almost every day, and new things are discovered..." she trailed off. "Do you know how to make a god, Ambrose?" she asked a little absently, looking at the sky again before looking into his eyes, blinking. His smile made her blush, just lightly. He was making her lose her grip on herself again.
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Post by Amdru Fish on Apr 4, 2009 13:23:39 GMT -5
Ambrose sighed, wishing he didn’t remember that Night and Day were a cycle, that he would be forced to live this life in the precise manner he was born into it. Or would he? Krestal had said that new things were discovered. Then, what could he do to shake up this life that was becoming increasingly difficult to live with interest in? Thankfully, his comment about immortality remained unchecked…until she asked him about making gods. He chuckled, then laughed, throwing his head back letting his blonde hair catch the faint light of the starts and moon above casting a halo glow around his head. “Make a god?” Ambrose said at last, getting a hold of himself. “Ha!” Was his outward response, but inwardly, he was thinking….”I could make in the image of must humanistic gods, or, I could even be one…. What, dear Krestal, would you say to that if you knew?”
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Post by Aly on Apr 4, 2009 13:37:06 GMT -5
Krestal smiled, watching his reaction with pleasure. "Are you saying that because you don't know?" she asked, with her strange way of asking questions that would normally be stinging and sharp with a soft, nostalgic kind of way that was innocent and very slightly nonsensical. She was looking at him, still, the starlight and moonlight catching her eyes in a glow. Krestal walked the thin line between Day and Night; she kept the circle turning and in balance. Her entire people did - because she didn't believe in death.
But something about her nonsensical tone implied that she knew how to make a god.
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Post by Amdru Fish on Apr 4, 2009 13:50:46 GMT -5
“I’m saying that,” Ambrose paused, wondering how far the joke could go. “That making a god isn’t very hard to do.” He turned his head to stare at her. Her hair glittered in the light, her eyes were bright, her skin pale, she could be taken for a person of the night just as much as he. Ambrose reached his right hand forward towards her face, just brushing it with his finger tips. His face was contemplative, a slight frown gracing his brow. He was perplexed by this girl, by this situation, and by his own responses. His frown deepened as he looked at her. She carried the sweet fragrance of blood, metal, wood, and makeup. It mingled in the back of his mouth, merging into one pleasant mixture. “Do you know how to make a god?” Ambrose questioned, whispering gentle. If she would say yes, then he might just believe her.
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Post by Aly on Apr 4, 2009 14:01:56 GMT -5
Krestal nodded, smiling pleasantly. "Believe in it. You believe in it like you believe in anything else, like you believe in life or death or money, or anything else that's remotely material. Gods are for humans - they believe with all their hearts, in hopes to make their lives better, but most have it the wrong way around. The gods didn't create anything - we created the gods." She reached up and touched his, just barely. Her touch was hesitant and like a breeze. "We created gods in an attempt to save our humanity, when the only thing to really save it is life. That's why I don't believe in some all-powerful being that could destroy us like - that." She snapped with her other hand.
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Post by Amdru Fish on Apr 4, 2009 15:55:24 GMT -5
Ambrose laughed pleasantly, pleased with this girls ingenuity. She could almost match him. “I see your point, and what a point it is,” He murmured as her hand brushed against his skin. It was cold to the touch. He wondered what would happen if he swept her off her feet and carried her the rest of the way to the town. He didn’t sense any physical discomfort, in fact she seemed content to talk and walk. He smiled down at her—it seemed he was doing that a lot lately. Yet, he couldn’t help it. This girl brought out smiles like water out of an open tap. However, if he kept it up he’d be in danger of getting wrinkle lines. He never got actual wrinkles, just sometimes the lines would appear from keeping his face in one position for too long. THAT was annoying. “So, what’s to be done with these humans who create things that can’t even do anything?” Ambrose said at last in rejoinder. “Perhaps they need to find for themselves the meaning of life, but perhaps it is also certain individuals’ jobs to help them? I think that without help, humans are doomed to fall into more confusion that clarity.”
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Post by Aly on Apr 4, 2009 16:06:39 GMT -5
"They are." Krestal said, tilting her head to the side. "Humans create gods so that they don't have to worry about the trivial stuff. They keep questing about the meaning of life and form ridiculously vague and complex theories that revolve around something that doesn't necessarily exist." She smiled a little sadly. "Humans... we are simple creatures, with nothing to really worry about - until we decide to make a big deal about something that causes panic in the masses." she shrugged. "That's why I live out here." she smiled.
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