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| To Witness A Vampire Feed; [Nevneni] | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 4 2011, 06:34 PM (813 Views) | |
| Vor | Aug 4 2011, 06:34 PM Post #1 |
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First he'd heard whispers; then chatter. All he had to do was follow. He'd left the area around the Tamarind Bay, to first come here and live a few nights in luxury, then move onto the plains below the Do'suul Mountains. After that, he was bound for Soto. He'd always liked forests - plenty of blood, places to ambush from and ways to get underground during the day. Vorkael was resting against a large upright rock, looking into the navy blue and star-speckled pool by his feet. With an inaudible sigh, he stood peered into the bushes over on his left. There were some rustlings, and he smelled a viper...it was going after a lizard. How perfect. This vampire normally enjoyed the hunt, but tonight - yes, tonight he would put as little effort forward as possible to feeding. There was the lake off to the right, connected to the tiny pool, and just scrub and brush to the left of the rock. There was one palm tree a few feet away from him, and many around the lake. But right now, he was more exposed. He edged towards the two reptiles, then grabbed the snake behind it's head before it could start to swallow it's prey. It hissed, squirming, and he pushed his fangs forward, biting into the snake's neck. One more spasm caused the tail to slap none-too gently into his side, and he cursed lightly. "Just had to get me back, didn't ya?" He grinned, his mouth bloody and fangs out - an unnerving sight for all but vampires and those brave of heart, or foolish. Grabbing the lizard, he retreated to his rock and sat on the mostly flat top, drinking until they were drained. For fun, he ripped into the lizard's belly; lizard organs were exotic right? He'd always been told to sometimes have exotic food. They tasted strange. Once he was finished, he walked to the edge of the scrubby area and threw their corpses onto the sand. Keep the vultures out of this little oasis; his oasis, for now. After a second, he looked down. Blood was spattered over his entire shirt, even some on the back; he could feel those wet spots. Being a vampire meant that was a bit of a turn-on, in fact, but he knew he'd have to wash the coarse cotton, in case he were to run into any polite company. He took off his shirt as he walked back to the pool and the rock, then paused before heading onto the lake just ten feet away. There he crouched and dunked his shirt into the dark water. Pausing, he spoke his thoughts out loud. "Atleast it's not expensive clothing or anything...like I have money." He pulled his shirt out and wrung it, then paused again. There had been a few noises he'd been ignoring, but there was a faint smell now too. Human? Like he said, it was faint. "Is there someone out there? Don't be afraid to reveal yourself, I don't typically dine on humans. Or elves, anthros...whatever else. Usually just plain old animals. Not really many here; or they're not easy to find." Vorkael waited a few heartbeats - not that he had a heart that beat, but he'd known it well enough as a human - then called out again. "Come on...if you keep hiding, it's just gonna piss me off. Ya know? You don't want an angry vampire. Who's only had a snack after he's woken up." Sighing, he stood, the damp shirt hanging in his left hand. "I'm pretty sure I'm not mistaken...I do smell some human. I'll feel mighty foolish if you're just a few animals, though. Come on out, I won't hurt ya." (( woo [: )) |
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| Nevneni | Aug 5 2011, 05:12 AM Post #2 |
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(Yaaaay. :3) Nevneni knew sleep wouldn't come, and so she walked, heading in no specific direction. She walked, leaning on her staff, with her face up to the sky, where there was a sliver of moon and a paint-spattering of stars. She pondered at it- how, if the stars resided in homes millions of miles away, more miles than she could ever walk, then she must be so small to them. Her mother had always said that the stars were sun gods for far off lands, but they sometimes reached out a hand to those of Elenlond, they twisted their fingers in the cords of fate that ran across the land. But why? Seeing the vastness above her, and the wide stretches of desert about her, Nevneni could feel nothing but her insignificance. But she did not fear it- no, she was comforted by it, to know that she could not disturb the universe on her own. There was something on the horizon. She stared at it as she walked but could not discern its shape. Casting curiousity away, she resumed her ponderings until she came closer. Nevneni thought that, perhaps, there was a way to walk to the stars, to meet these new gods. Would the people in the other worlds be like those in her own? She tried to imagine something other than this place but her mind failed her. There was only sand all around, and in her boots. She gave the discomfort little thought. She went on. The shape proved to be a collection of trees. An oasis, she realized. She had not come to Ashoka often, though she had been at an oasis before. Not this one- that place had been a bustling trading town. But this place seemed silent, desolate. She quickened her pace, her mind now focused on her destination, and when she was close enough to see the glimmer of starlight on the water, she ran, a smile spreading on her face. Before long, the umbrae of the trees lay itself on her and the smell of green life surrounded her. Leaf litter crunched under her boots, and she could hear the rustling of small animals in undergrowth, and the calling of unfamiliar insects. She sat by the water, which rippled a little in the breeze, and pulled off her boots to shake out the sand. Leaving her staff lying in the grass, she then stood and walked out into the water, lifting her baggy dress so it wouldn't get it wet. When she was knee deep, she saw movement. There was a man out there, across the water, who held something in his hand. She squinted and saw it was a snake, writhing in his grip as he sank his teeth into it. He seemed to be talking to it- she wasn't sure. She hurried out of the water and hid behind a tree, peering around to continue watching the strange man as he picked up some other creature, killed it, drank from it, and then disemboweled it, to eat the entrails. He then began washing his bloody shirt and then...he called out to her. Petrified, she did nothing. How could he know she was there? She'd hardly made a noise, though apparently that didn't matter. He could smell her, and she realized with horror, that he was certainly not human. There was only one thing to do- she crawled on hands and knees through the undergrowth to reach out to her boots, and she began to pull them on, and before they were even on, she began to reach out for her staff. She tried to be quiet, but in leaning towards her staff, she rolled her weight onto a palm frond and it rustled. She froze again, her eyes locked on the shape across the lake. Edited by Nevneni, Aug 5 2011, 10:46 PM.
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| Vor | Aug 5 2011, 05:25 PM Post #3 |
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The smell came stronger, with fear twined in. Then the palm frond rustled, and now he saw a shape too, and it had frozen. He was half-sad, half-glad; he didn't plan on hurting whoever it was, but he always had liked a chase. He wrung the shirt again out onto the sand, then slung it over his shoulder and started walking. He inhaled deeply, trying to get more details on this person. Was it female or male? How old? Wait...he could detect some elf too. A hybrid? Interesting. Vorkael stopped, then decided on going faster; less time for it to react, and he didn't really have the patience to chase right now. If he was going to try to be trusted, he'd have to startle as little as possible. That meant going up fast, grabbing hold and stopping in it's tracks. Not chasing after, so that more and more fear poured out, took root, made it oblivious to reason, anything else. So he sighed and vamp sped towards the human. The lake was not that big, so the vampire reached her in approximately thirty seconds, halting just a foot or two away. "Actually..." he thought, pausing again. A much better tactic had occurred to him. He took a step back, put his shirt on despite the dampness. Because of his recent feed, he could feel it sapping away some of his just-gained warmth; butt hat was okay, it didn't really matter. "Look, I'm not gonna hurt you. I just ate, so I'm pretty satisfied. I don't usually get people to talk ta, though. Will ya not run away?" It was pretty low for him to stoop, he guessed. Despite what he said sometimes, about hating humans, it wasn't usually true. He just hated the idiots. And he was sick of getting run away from because of what he was. Edited by Vor, Aug 5 2011, 06:08 PM.
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| Nevneni | Aug 5 2011, 06:12 PM Post #4 |
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Nevneni saw him move and she sprung into action, grabbing her staff and pack and standing up to run- but then he was there. She shrieked and turned to run in the other direction, but tripped and fell to her knees. He talked to her, but she could hardly comprehend what he was saying because she still struggled to figure out how he'd gotten here so fast and her right ankle had begun to throb with red pain. It was sprained. She stared up at him, all her muscles tensed to leap up and run again, run through the pain. "Who are you?" she asked him, her brown eyes wide and ink-like in the dark. She took in his appearance- olive skin turned gray-ish by dim starlight, tawny hair, a face half-shadowed. He seemed rather normal, which didn't make any sense because he had run so unusually fast. Perhaps she would have thought him handsome, if she could feel such things any more. But he didn't want to kill her, and so she calmed, her frantic panting slowing to normal. She rubbed her ankle and winced, hoping to the stars that this strange man was worth the sprain. |
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| Vor | Aug 5 2011, 06:35 PM Post #5 |
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He took a few steps closer this time, and crouched down, trying to get down to her level in order to soothe her. "My name is Vorkael." The vampire looked down at the ankle she was rubbing, thinking whether he should or not. Not yet, atleast. She might have healing skills of her own; he would just have to wait and see. Now he himself took just a few moments to look at her. She was pale, with brown hair and brown eyes. She wore a baggy dress that - now that she'd tripped and fallen - probably had some dirt and scuff marks on it now. Was she poor like him? Well, there was nothing in her demeanor to indicate that she was or wasn't, really. "What about you? Ya have a name, I presume?" Suddenly he remembered the blood on his face. He was so used to the feel of it by now that it had simply slipped his mind. "Mm, pardon me for a second." The vampire stood and walked the few feet over to the water, cupping water in his hands and bringing it to his face, scrubbing. Then he came back, wiping his chin and mouth off with his dry hand. "It's not particularly easy ta feed...neatly. And I'm sorry for frightening ya before." My my, his manners were spotless today. Well, after that one part about getting pissed, atleast. Edited by Vor, Aug 5 2011, 06:36 PM.
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| Nevneni | Aug 5 2011, 10:37 PM Post #6 |
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He crouched down and she tried to scramble away, but only managed to fall back into the leaf litter as her ankle gave out under her. She viewed him doubtfully, rubbing her hands over her ankle again. She judged him for a while before answering, her voice so soft it hardly reached him. "I'm Nevneni." The girl watched him go off to wash his face, before gingerly pulling off her boots, wincing in pain as her ankle shifted. She took a small pot out of her bad and limped towards the water, sitting down and sticking her ankle in first, then filling her pot. She stayed there for a while, watching the strange man with a wary eye. She still did not trust him. She did not trust being around anyone at night, much less a man. But there was no running- with her mind no longer panicked with adrenaline, she saw that trying to escape by dashing into an unfamiliar desert on an injured ankle was just as dangerous. So she'd have to make do with scraping together what herbs she had to speed up the process of healing- garlic to apply over the sprain, valerian to dull the pain and tea to make sure she didn't fall asleep... He came back- she watched his movements, trying to figure out what he was, but knew nothing. She hesitated, feeling foolish with a foot stuck in the water and a little teapot clutched in her hands, and summoning up all her courage, asked, "What are you?" |
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| Vor | Aug 5 2011, 11:00 PM Post #7 |
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"Nevneni," he thought to himself. In doing so, he memorized it, and would never forget it. In fact, he'd had the skill for as long as he'd been alive - and dead - so there were many hundreds of names all stored in his head. Many were no longer connected to a face or personality; they'd died. Only recent human names, still undead vamps, and those of which had belonged to his most dear friends when he'd been alive...those were ones that stayed connected to a being in his head. When he had come back to her, he sat a few feet away, cross-legged, his large hands resting flat on his knees. He watched her soak her foot, then looked to see her watching him. Vorkael was about to ask her a question, when instead she asked him a question. Surprised, he blinked at her and straightened up a little. "I'm a vampire, o' course." The man looked down at himself. "I suppose it's not that obvious. Ya have only just met me...the only way ya can tell a vampire from human is if vampires walk in daylight, they burn; and they have these." He pushed out his fangs for long enough for her to look at them, then - knowing her skittish nature - retracted them again. If she wished to look at them more closely, well, she could just ask. Edited by Vor, Aug 5 2011, 11:04 PM.
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| Nevneni | Aug 6 2011, 12:14 AM Post #8 |
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Nevneni's eyes widened even more when she found out what he was. Of course, it had been obvious, based on what rumours she'd heard traded in conversations- feasting on blood, supernaturally fast, and always out at night. But she thought that vampires were close to myth- they were so rare that no one had ever met one. Perhaps they knew a friend of a friend who had, but all they knew was hearsay, passed down through a long list of people. With the flash of his teeth, she scrambled away again, nearly falling into the water and crying out in pain as her ankle twisted. But he meant no harm, and she instantly felt like an idiot again. Tears of pain springing to her eyes, she looked at him and said "I'm sorry...for my timidity." She breathed in, out. "I need to make some tea...for my ankle. If you can help me." She got up and put her tin teapot on the ground so she could limp around and gather fallen branches and palm fronds for a fire. Still, she kept an eye on him, watching him for the slightest aggression. She had a knife in her belt- her hunting knife, but it would have to do if he attacked her. So she kept one hand free as she gathered things to burn and placed them in a pile, just in case. |
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| Vor | Aug 6 2011, 12:53 AM Post #9 |
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"Didn't think she'd want a closer look anyway," the vampire thought, smiling wryly to himself. Vorkael nodded in acknowledgement, watched as she slowly got up again. Staring at her ankle for a few moments, he finally uncrossed his legs and stood up himself; then began to gather kindling for a fire as well. As he helped her, he did notice the fact that she kept one hand free. "Who wouldn't be suspicious?" After they had a sizeable pile, he stopped and sat again. "Are you sure...my blood has minor healing power. Would you wish to drink some of it? It would heal faster than anything you could do." He knew that many vampires would want to kill him for offering something sacred so freely; they believed it to be especially valuable. It was sacred - but just like any other blood. Well...he modified that in his head. Not quite. As he had just told the human/elf, vampire blood had a certain amount of restorative power - not much, at his age, but certainly faster than herbs. He also doubted that Nevneni would even consider, and he couldn't blame her. He hadn't liked blood at all when he'd been human, and the taste of it was terrible. Of course, that was also different for vampires. It still tasted like blood, but it sent power coursing through your veins, and that feeling in itself made it taste "sweeter". So the older the vamp, the sweeter the blood. Edited by Vor, Aug 6 2011, 12:57 AM.
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| Nevneni | Aug 6 2011, 02:11 AM Post #10 |
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Nevneni began to shred a palm leaf to make tinder, and then produced a flint from her pack. She was about to start the fire when the vampire spoke. Her head snapped up and she looked up at him questioningly. Of course...she had heard also of the healing powers of a vampire's blood, what wonders they could do for an ailing body. "Really?" She was taken aback- why would this stranger offer such a thing to her? She rummaged through her pack again, this time pulling out a bundle of cloth. She unwrapped it to show a few glass vials, a few of which were filled with oil and tinctures, a few of which were empty. She took one of the empty ones and held it up to Vorkael. "If you could- if you don't mind," she muttered, quailing already. If it weren't for her curiousity, she would be too afraid to ask. "I am a healer...It's not only for myself, but for others." Her voice wavered and she frowned and continued. "Others in need." One hand strayed to her staff, hoping that he wouldn't see in the dark. Again, just in case. |
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| Vor | Aug 6 2011, 02:32 AM Post #11 |
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Oh, well...he'd been wrong. She was more than considering, if the empty vials were any evidence. Vorkael nodded, taking the vial from her. "Of course." His fangs came out, and he put his wrist to his mouth and bit, then held it over the vial. It filled up barely in time before the wound closed by itself. With the bottom hem of his pants, he cleaned the small amount of blood that had gotten on the outside of the vial, then handed it back to her. "Ya know," he said, fangs still out. "You by yourself will probably need half o' that. I could fill another vial if ya wished. But ya should start that fire regardless. It gets cold in tha desert at night." The vampire was reverting more and more to his relaxed way of speaking. Sometimes he lost track of how bad it was getting, and he'd be slurring everything. Fortunately, the only ones that ever usually happened around were the ones who didn't care. |
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| Nevneni | Aug 6 2011, 10:11 AM Post #12 |
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(Sorry if this sucks...I can't...think. :3) She watched him from behind her curtain of hair, veiling her fascination at the way he bled, and then healed so quickly. She wanted to see if this had left a scar, but she couldn't find the courage to ask. He held the vial out to her and she took it, to find it warm with his blood. It looked like ink. She was about to tilt the vial back to drink from it but she stopped mid-motion to listen to him. He did have a point...it was good to know the correct dosage in any case. "Yes...you're right. Thank you." She fumbled with the vials, picked out an empty one, and handed it over. For a moment, she stared at the vial of blood. Is this actually safe? she thought. She recalled her mother with a jar of palmetto, imported from Ashoka. The uses for these were rumours only in Soto, and Nevneni feared for her mother- what if it was poisonous. "Well, the world will never know until I try," she had said, and placed the black fruit on her tongue. And she had been fine. So Nevneni tilted her head back, letting the blood flow into her mouth drop by drop. It tasted like blood- what had she expected? But then it was sweeter, like sugar cane she'd had once. And then her body felt cold, running with shudders like electricity, then warm, suddenly filled with euphoria. Her heart seemed to be fighting its way from her chest- she had to place her hands over it to keep it in. Then, like the tide on a shore, it ebbed away, until she felt almost as she had before. But better, less in pain, more alert, buzzing with a faint energy. She felt her ankle to find no pain, no swelling, and she smiled compulsively. "It worked." |
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| Vor | Aug 6 2011, 10:24 AM Post #13 |
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Vorkael took the empty vial she offered and did the same thing with it, then waited a moment as she drank it. "O' course it did," he replied, smiling slightly back at her. He knew what that blood must feel like. It was too bad he wasn't older; she'd be stronger, faster...though vampire blood could have it's side effects as well. Sometimes it made one more temperamental, angry; sometimes it made them moody, or just plain impulsive and rash. But with his blood - unless someone just had bad reactions to that sort of thing - it wasn't strong enough yet to give any ill effects. The man gave her the vial and sat back, legs splayed out on the sand, hands behind him; made sure to retract his fangs as well. "Ya gonna start that fire now?" He let another smile curl his lips, so that she knew he wasn't angry or anything, just asking. Edited by Vor, Aug 6 2011, 10:42 AM.
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| Nevneni | Aug 6 2011, 11:24 PM Post #14 |
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Nevneni found herself staring at the sky again, her mind soothed to a trance-like state. The vampire's words broke her reverie- she snapped back to the earth and took the vial back, corked it, and hid it away. "Yes, I will." Her mind was dissolute, she found the task of concentrating on such a mundane task as fire-lighting to be difficult, but she managed and, before long, a glowing bright fire crackled through the branches. She looked back at Vorkael, relaxing in the sand. She wasn't so scared now, instead serenity had come over her. "What are you doing in the middle of the desert then?" she asked. Her voice came out louder than it had previously, and she didn't even have to try. Strange that, in all her experience with herbs, she'd been unable to find anything that calmed her frenzied mind as much as this. She smiled faintly, relishing in the warm glow of the fire. |
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| Vor | Aug 6 2011, 11:50 PM Post #15 |
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Now he realized he hadn't really had to retract his fangs...not that there was any point to having them out. Several thoughts flashed across his mind, but he dismissed them with a quick wave of his hand. Moving past it, he smiled at Nevneni now, amused. Looked like she was getting the good affects of V, and none of the bad. "Well, I travel everywhere. You just caught meh here in Ashoka, and I've just left a tavern by tha bay just yesterday night. I am on ma way to tha Do'suul Mountains, then onto Soto. I prefer forests ta any plain o' sand. But I've dedicated myself ta exploring this land, so explore I will." "Not like I have much to do besides. I am glad I don't need money ta get by in this world," the vampire thought, scooting close to the fire. It dried the shirt out completely in a matter of seconds; it had already been nearly dry. Some vampires had a fear of fire, and it wasn't something to be laughed at. After all, being in the sun caused them to ignite. Plus, any fire that burned long enough on a vampire would eventually kill them. It was the second way to kill, though very inefficient at that, and would only work if there were no ready source of water within many miles, or no way for them to put themselves out. Regardless...Vorkael looked over at the half-elf for a moment, then asked her, "What about you? Why are ya in tha middle of tha desert, yourself?" (screw that I'll just say he has a southern-ish accent and just put it slightly in the dialogue...it looks too stupid xD) Edited by Vor, Aug 8 2011, 01:18 AM.
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| Nevneni | Aug 7 2011, 05:07 PM Post #16 |
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(I'm terrible at writing accents in general. Though you could always look at how John Steinbeck does it, he was a master at southern-ish accents.) Nevneni realized that her hair was a mess- her braid was loose and unravelling. So she pulled out her hair to start again. The nut brown locks fell about her shoulders and back and she looked older, less wide-eyed. She reached into her bag to get a comb, and she began to pull the tangles out of her hair as she listened, wincing when she came to a knot. He sounded a bit like her, really, though each person had a reason for becoming a wanderer. Oftentimes, they were running, as was she. But what she ran from was not physical- merely thoughts. She began to braid up her hair again as she talked, her experienced fingers moving swiftly. "I'm much the same...I'm from Soto but I had to leave." She frowned at the thought, and her eyes seemed to flash in the firelight, some combination of anger and terror reflected there. She took in a breath of air, breathed it out, to regain her composure. "I haven't spent much time in Ashoka, mostly in Morrim. But it got a bit boring, really." She smiled a little, finishing her braid and running her fingers along its length to ensuring it was neat. She looked up at Vorkael and said, her voice faltering a little, "I've never met a vampire before though." Edited by Nevneni, Aug 7 2011, 05:12 PM.
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| Vor | Aug 8 2011, 01:39 AM Post #17 |
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Vorkael stood after she had finished speaking. "I can tell," he said, smiling back and chuckling. "But excuse me while I remove ma shirt; I wish to get close to the fire without burning it." He'd never actually tried leaning within inches of a fire with a shirt on - fact was he hadn't been near a fire since he was a human, and then it was understandingly uncomfortable - but the risk was too great. He did not wish to catch on fire, even with a source of water so close, and especially with someone in the vicinity that he did not wish to do harm. As he took off his shirt he moved over nearer Nevneni. After all, he still wished to be able to look at her, for eye contact. He'd neglected looking at her in other ways simply because he didn't think she'd like it. It felt...good to have a being to talk to again. He had been in the mood for it lately. Speaking of her not liking even looks...those baggy clothes. And when she had talked about having to leave Soto...well. This was probably the first and last time they'd meet - maybe not if he was lucky, but it was certainly an unlikely possibility - so why could he not be a little more open, tell her a bit more than he would otherwise? There was nothing he could see her being able to do to him, or even wanting to. He sighed and sat, his back to the fire and looking over at her pale face in the light of the fire. Leaning back more, he looked away, up, staring at the sky. "So...what are you running from then? Why did you have to leave? And where do you plan on going from here? Are you just going to keep running? Forever? I can tell you, that never worked for me." The vampire looked over at her again, raising an eyebrow. "And you might have something close to forever, too, with that elf in you. As a vampire, I do have forever, unless someone decided to stake me." He shrugged, but kept his cool grey eyes on her, still searching for answers to his questions. |
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| Nevneni | Aug 8 2011, 03:51 AM Post #18 |
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Nevneni began to search for something to do with her hands, finding them twitchy and nervous. She settled on pulling a hunk of wood from her bag, along with a small knife. The bark of the wood had been whittled away, and now it was naked but formless. She began to work at it, hardly even looking up the now-shirtless vampire. She had seen many people nude- it was part of being a healer. Granted, their bodies were often torn up or fevered, but it no longer bothered her. She let the knife lead where it seemed to want to go, with no plan in mind for what the final piece would be. But then he asked that question and all the peace was shattered, all that warm feeling was doused by ice cold water. The knife slipped, carved a wide curl from the wood and then fell. She could feel her breath shorten like it had happened to someone else, for her mind was plagued now, and she remembered hot breath, she remembered a hand clenching at her wrist, she remembered the singing of the crickets closing in around her ears. She held back a scream, swallowed, breathed in and exhaled in a swift gust, "Nothing, I don't know what you're talking about but I was planning to go along the coast." She resumed whittling, though her hands shook. She hoped he couldn't see. "Why are you running, then?" she said after calming enough to speak again. |
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| Vor | Aug 8 2011, 10:48 AM Post #19 |
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Vorkael blinked at her reaction. No, it definitely wasn't nothing. Firelight was not a dim thing, and he could see her hands still shook as well. What had happened...torture? Or rape? That was all he could think that would produce such an explosive reaction. How long had she had to dwell on this; how old was she? She appeared to be about the same age he was, but he was nearly 100. She could be far up there too, with that elf blood. But he would answer her question before asking any himself, or trying to get anything out of her. He could always compel her...but information like that was not necessary, simply an intrusion if it was not willfully given. Well, the person wouldn't know if you did it right, but if they ever got turned...they wouldn't be happy. "I told you, I'm not running, not now. I'm explorin. I ran at first, from ma maker, but he will always be faster and stronger than me. I made my peace with him as well. He did what he did for a very good reason, but not an apparent one at tha time. And I am glad for it, in tha end. I've learned so much more and gotten to do so many more things that I ever would have in my human life. I'm grateful to him now, and I have made my own vampire; though I made sure she was willing. There aren't many really, who are willin to be turned - you often can't go back to your former life. You get rejected..." He tilted his head and looked away, the wound still so fresh. He did not love her anymore; she was dead, and it had been a long time with the occasional lover besides. But he remembered his love for her, and then her's for him - but it hadn't been enough. After a few moments he picked the thread of the conversation back up. "But no, I'm not running. I want to see everything there is to see, and even in my 74 years of almost constant traveling, I have yet to do it. I suspect I have many, many more years ahead of me. I am glad for it." Vorkael looked back at her, then down at what she was carving, trying to see what it would be. He'd ask that next, if she came up with no fodder in her reply for better questions. The age question could come a very long time later. He'd also have to ask when she was going to sleep; or was she still that mistrustful? Well, he couldn't blame her. He could move faster than she could track, could rip her throat out quite easily, could do anything else he wished with her. No, of course he wouldn't. Firstly, he wasn't in the mood. And secondly, she'd done nothing to deserve it anyway. Except maybe be so timid and skittish - but that was no real crime, just a little annoying. He liked her better on V. Edited by Vor, Aug 8 2011, 10:50 AM.
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| Nevneni | Aug 8 2011, 05:42 PM Post #20 |
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Vorkael's story distracted her, calmed her mind. The strokes of the knife against the wood became smooth again, and she began to see a shape in it. The repetitive motion of carving put her mind into a rhythm, the thoughts flowing in small, easily controlled circles. She began to regulate her breathing, and nodded at his story. The thought of being rejected by those in one's past was a frightening one. She wondered if she'd ever be able to go home, and if her family would welcome her back. It was summer now, she knew how the days must be- golden, with light dappled through the trees, the cicadas sawing away and the sweet raspberries growing in multitudes. She knew what the night was too but no, she knew she couldn't face that. She tried to think of something to say as she smoothed the curve made by the slip of her knife. She was losing herself to thought, remembering those raspberries, how they tasted when they were warmed by the sunlight. A claw of nostalgia scraped inside her. "I'm glad I've seen the world as well," she said, finally. "I'm glad I still have the time to do it." And the time to figure out when I can go back, she thought. She was silent for a while, and then she held up the hunk of wood, which was now elegantly curved on one side. "I am not making a stake...if you were worrying," she said. "This is the only thing I think I can do in thanks. For the blood." Indeed, there wasn't much else- she didn't have valuables and there was no use feeding the vampire. She hoped it would be enough. Well, it's something, she thought, and began to carve out the shape of legs, again averting her gaze from the vampire. |
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| Vor | Aug 8 2011, 06:00 PM Post #21 |
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The vampire looked back to her face, watching the firelight play across it, and then to what she was carving again, with the light playing across the wood and her hands there too. She was quite beautiful, he had to admit; but dim light, either of the cool or warm kind (starlight/moonlight and firelight respectively) were often trying to fool you. Almost anyone could be beautiful in this kind of light. He sighed and curled his legs to his chest, putting his arms around his knees as she spoke again. Blinking, he looked at her again for a moment. "No, actually, I wasn't think of that at all...and any material sharp and strong enough will work, so long as it connects with the heart." Why would he tell her that? Ah, what he had thought before. She wasn't the type unless he harmed her. Or...some other vampire did. If she'd only just met one of them in her travels, it was unlikely she'd meet another for some time, though. "And ya know, you could just make food or drink, as you would other guests...I can handle some human food still. Too much makes me sick, however." He closed his eyes. "My maker Beinv can't handle any...and Yuna can handle even less than me, but she can still have some...it just depends on the vampire." After a moment he added, "But thank you for the gesture. Any idea what it's going to be, or are you just...letting your hands guide you?" |
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| Nevneni | Aug 9 2011, 02:10 AM Post #22 |
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Nevneni began to carve small strokes into the wood as he talked, tiny corkscrew shavings falling into her lap. The details began to emerge- four legs, still roughly hewn, the shape of a long tail wrapped about a body, and something of a head. She looked up from her work, speaking sheepishly, "I haven't much food, I need to save it...Didn't think you'd want any in any case." The trees above rustled in the breeze and she looked up, thinking out loud. "Though I suppose there's food here." But she returned to her work, bending close to see the details better. "I'm not hungry." She had eaten a few hours before- leathery jerky that she chewed while walking, as the sun set. She didn't think she'd need tea any more, though the teapot still sat there beside her, forgotten. She held up the piece of wood to show him. "It's a lion," she explained. The place where the knife had slipped had become the curve of its back, and now she was in the process of shaping the creature's head and mane. She shrugged and resumed work, saying, "I hope you like lions." And she was lost in thought again, remembering how her father had taught her to carve shapes into wood, all the delicate figurines he made in his free time- birds with thin, out-stretched wings; people with tiny smiling faces; cats that prowled almost into life. She smiled slightly at this, he lips twitched, though it was a smile quickly filled with bitterness. There was almost no doubt her father was dead by now- he had been old when she had left, weak and shaking, and she had felt, somehow, that he wouldn't last much longer. But she didn't know, she couldn't know. |
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| Vor | Aug 9 2011, 03:25 AM Post #23 |
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"That's okay, I'm not hungry right now either, for food o' otherwise. And lions are interesting, though I hold no special affection for 'em..." The vampire now spun around to face the fire. "Animals tend not to like me too much, actually." Looking over at her, he rested his cheek on his knee and watched her carve the lion even more into being. Generally vampires were not taught how to carve wood. Though now that his thoughts were on that, he could come up with a situation - an older vampire attacks you, you have a stake handy (maybe). He caught her small smile in the firelight, one that turned a little sour, and he blinked his grey eyes, looking up to her's and trying to catch them. "Where did you learn such a skill? Could you teach me? It seems like a nice hobby, and since I have who knows how much time...I would have to buy a knife though." The man continued watching her, still trying to catch those brown eyes, for want of the contact and to test how she'd react to find him gazing at her. Vorkael laughed to himself; with her much calmer like this, she probably wouldn't be too intimidated, but one never knew. He just hoped she wasn't. Maybe he should have asked her if she was going to sleep before starting to stare at her...he laughed at himself this time. Was he in a good humour tonight? Yes, yes he was. And he liked it. Edited by Vor, Aug 9 2011, 03:26 AM.
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| Nevneni | Aug 9 2011, 05:59 AM Post #24 |
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Vorkael's words pulled her back to the world. She paused, brushing the shavings off her skirt and looking up at the vampire for a second. He'd been watching her. Her face twitched and she struggled not to give anything away, settling for a soft sigh as she turned her eyes back to her work. "My father taught me," she told him, "He was a carpenter and carved in his spare time." She was silent for a while, beginning to hew away at the wood to make the curve of the lion's nose. "I'm not a good teacher," she said simply, glancing back up at him, and then lapsing into silence. She put up every appearance of not being concerned with him, instead staring at her work, though in truth, her ears were keen for any noise of movement, and she was ready to use her little knife at any moment. She didn't want to know why he looked at her so- it made her nervous, something which was betrayed by the twitches running through her legs, her stuttering breath. She began to carve out the eyes of the lion and thought, Perhaps he's just kind. She frowned- how was she to know? She never had been able to figure out peoples' intentions, especially when they seemed so divergent from her own. "I'm sorry...I don't meant to offend." She finally managed, looking up at him again sheepishly, "I just dont' know." |
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| Vor | Aug 9 2011, 06:24 AM Post #25 |
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The vampire smiled a little when she gave him very short answers. He was touching a nerve, perhaps just by being there at all. Did she want him to leave? No, he doubted that. He figured she was simply uncomfortable and not accustomed. He looked away now, staring into the fire while he waited for Nevneni to say something. And after a little while she did; when she spoke, he looked back to her, to see that look again. "Don't worry, you're not offending." Vorkael scooted around until he was able to lay down. He could not easily see her now, but maybe that would make her feel better. She could see him, while he could not stare at her any longer, nor even look at her easily. So he lay back with his hands behind his head and took one more glance at her before asking, his voice quiet, "Were you going to sleep tonight? Or do you distrust me too much? And if you do, I understand. I am male, and you hardly know me. Don't think I am angry, or even irritated. If you wish to apologize for anything, that lion will be a good enough way to do it." Now was his turn to stay silent for a few minutes, staring into the sky, listening to the carving of the lion. It didn't matter whether she was a good teacher or not; any teacher was better than none. Well...no. But she probably wasn't that bad. He'd really never thought about it before; little things like that. No, not after he was turned. For a short time he'd given into the darkness, draining and killing however, whenever and wherever he felt like it. He'd been apalled at how easily he could lose himself, lose himself completely, and so he almost begged of Beinv to teach him how to control himself. He sighed, closing his grey eyes for a few moments, immersing himself in some of the better memories; the satisfaction he felt when he'd successfully controlled his urges. Beinv had always said his had been worse and far more persisting than any he'd ever seen or heard of. His maker himself had problems still too, even at his age. He was well over a 1000 years old, had made only one other vampire that shortly got staked; even with the lessened appetite to next-to-nothing, he had pointless urges every day. Shaking himself out of it, he opened his eyes and stared up at the stars. Then he addressed the half-elf woman that sat a few feet away from him. "It doesn't matter what kind of teacher you are - most likely, atleast. I doubt you're so bad that I'll regret trying to learn from you. And well, even if you are that bad, I can still watch you carve things. It's interesting enough." He propped himself up on his elbow to look at her again, then flopped face-down into the sand. "Mmfffh," he mumbled. "Sand doesn't taste very good...did you know that?" Almost as if on the outside, he looked at himself. Languid, very casual right now. It was such an uncommon thing, he wished to be back inside his own body. He felt far too disconnected for his liking. |
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