 08:10:05 Willow ~ KNN Breeder Elfie
I'll take a EEE any day let alone a WWE |
08:09:23 Elfie| I've realized my WWW gives everyone else EWWs but me and I'm kind of irritated about it. 😑 Talk about rotten luck. |
08:09:11 Willow ~ KNN Breeder Leaf
You're welcome! Hope she does great things for you. I would also enter her into shows to get some money |
08:08:33 Willow ~ KNN Breeder 08:07:47 Solar Phoenix| we got probably close to 10", with the main snowstorm and a bit more after that lol it had finally started melting, then we got about an inch more this morning XD |
08:07:35 Gumnuts & Bunyip| Solar, suggesting Channel Static for your linked mare. Reminds me of the days when the TV would go static-y when the channel stopped airing for the day or when the TV reception was bad so I would be sent to change the channel or smack the TV by my Grandad lol |
08:07:23 Willow ~ KNN Breeder Leaf
okay hurry and grab her! |
08:07:19 Elfie| I wish it was a girl. :/ Then I wouldn't have to give it the ol snip. |
08:06:51 Willow ~ KNN Breeder 08:06:40 Willow ~ KNN Breeder Elfie
If I bred ISH I would steal her |
08:06:15 | I have room someone claimed ther gift! |
08:06:05 Willow ~ KNN Breeder Solar
I tried WP but just didn't like it as much as HE |
08:06:01 Elfie -HEE Click-
My boy just threw this. 🥹 He is so cute. |
08:05:27 Willow ~ KNN Breeder Solar
Are snow finally started melting, we got 5"! |
08:05:06 Solar Phoenix| how about you, Willow? :) |
08:04:56 Willow ~ KNN Breeder Leaf
Let me know when you do |
08:04:40 Solar Phoenix pretty good, surviving the snow we got here XD
plus got distracted starting on WP too lol |
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￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ ⋆☽ Neveah ☾⋆ ``I`ve realized now how powerless I have been this entire time.`` ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ Primary Information Name: Neveah (Last Name Redacted) Alias(es): (Pending.. Will Be Added) Sobriquet(s): ``Nev`` Age: 25 Years Old (Mortal) Gender/Pronouns: Female; She/Her Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Job/Occupation: Highly Acclaimed Vampire Hunter (Approximate) Height: Five feet and five inches (Approximate) Weight: 120 pounds Overall Appearance: She has a skinny and lithe builld, showcasing chest-length, black hair. Her eyes are blue with lighter pigments around her irises. Of course, she is somewhat built, but not in a way that is incredibly obvious. Adjunct(s): She wears a necklace that has been a family heirloom for centuries. It is a physical representation of her oath to aid in eradicating vampires from earth. Outfit Aesthetic: She wears anything that she considers comfortable, even if she is on a hunt. Most individuals would not immediately presume she is a vampire hunter based on her appearance; she looks approachable and even kind. Voice/Intonation: Her voice is strong while also being soft, indicating she knows precisely who she is and what she wants while also offering false reassurance that she is a friend. Alternate Information Stars represent her view of their relationship; 5 being perfect. Father ( ★★☆☆☆): Name Redacted | Deceased Mother (★★★★☆): Name Redacted | Deceased Sibling(s) (N/A): None Aurelius (★☆☆☆☆): Neutral Faust (★★☆☆☆): Former Captor; Associate | Deceased Fighting Style: She prefers to attack up close, but she uses her speed as an advantage. Using blind spots and other factors in the evironment, she gets close and strikes before retreating and planning her next move. Personality Overview [Insensitive] [Reserved] [Intelligent] [Egocentric] [Pedantic] [Coy] [Tortured] [Independent] [Defensive] [Devoted/Diligent] Neveah is the type of individual that is fiercely independent, relying solely on herself and her own capabilities. She seldom wavers from her goals and implements her entire soul into hunts, knowing full well who and what she is killing; emotions are practically nonexitent when she is met with a vampire pleading for their life.. she may at the very least make their death swift. It is a hard task to outsmart her due to the vast diversity of individuals she has hunted down; lower class vampires and even the ones at the top of the hierarchy are practially of equal difficulty to her. In her mindset, her only goal in life is to kill vampires. She is the exact definition of a perfectionist. She despises the idea of being wrong and thinks through her plans thoroughly, spending hours upon hours on ensuring mistakes are zero to none. Her confidence in her abilities fuels her ego and makes her quite a hard target to ridicule or sway; her opinions are firm along with her beliefs. She has a vampiric personality in the way she takes pride and joy in playing with her food; she finds it exhilerating to see their fear and desperation. Rarely, she sees herself in the reflection of their eyes. Updated Personality (Based on Events Around This Time) [Insensitive] [Reserved] [Intelligent] [Egocentric] [Pedantic] [Coy] [Tortured] [Independent] [Defensive] [Devoted/Diligent] ~ [Hesitant/Wary] [Morally Uncertain] [Trapped] [Accepting]
Neveah, after being captured once again and forced under the ruling hand of a vampire, she finds herself back at square one. Her ego has become fragile ever since the defeat she faced at the hands of Seb whilst Aurelius` presence is a constant reminder of her false confidence. As she interacts with Faust, Seb, and Aurelius alike, she finds herself wanting to know more about vampires. This curiosity has caused her to realize that vampires are more human than she believed them to be, but her hatred refuses to allow her to truly see that. She no longer has the will to fight against the vampires that hold her life in the palms of their hands since she believes there is nothing she can do to escape them. After all, Faust has reappared and become a seemingly permanent nuisance; she is somewhat to blame for this. Likes: Quiet, dark environments. She thrives at night since that is when vampires are mostly out and about, constantly determining whether the person she is observing or interacting with is pretending to be human. She also loves rain and the peace that comes with listening to classical music; books also have her heart. Dislikes: Loud noises are things she avoids at all costs. It makes her feel panicked and overwhelmed incredibly easily. She hates confined spaces and will do anything to avoid them. The one thing she hates more than anything else is physical touch; it disgusts her beyond belief. |
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⋆☽ Aurelius Vayne ☾⋆ ``The price of immortality is the slow death of the soul.`` ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ Primary Information Name: Aurelius Vayne Alias(es): (Pending.. Will Be Added) Sobriquet(s): Auri Age: 502 Years Old (Immortal) Gender/Pronouns: Male; He/Him Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Job/Occupation: Vampric Prince and Lord to Obsidian Circle Coven (Approximate) Height: Six feet and two inches (Approximate) Weight: 200 pounds Overall Appearance: Link His sleek and musclar build, leads to a well-defined face, high cheek bones, sharp jawline, a well set nose and silver blonde hair, that could almost be mistaken for white. His eyes a pale blue, too could be mistaken for white or silver in certain lights. His overall appearance is somewhat unusal for the vampire coven, since most of them have dark hair and can blend in with human society a lot easier. His striking appearance does often leave him, only moving about at night for this reason, his adapt charm helps dissuade mortals from accusing him of his very being. Adjunct(s): He wears a gold pendant to signify his status and coven. The emblem is of a wolf and a bat in entanglement with each other, decorated with vines and roses. Outfit Aesthetic: He often wears smart attire to attending council meetings and attend other engagements. He often wears dark clothing but a green cloak to sybmol his status. However when he is mingling with the mortals, he wears mortal clothes, which usually consists of jeans and a white t-shirt to blend in with his hair. If someone captured him, or thought he was a vampire, they would be mistaken of his position from his clothing alone. Voice/Intonation: He has two voices. One where is his friendly and aloof amongst mortals, the other, a commanding and strong presence with heavy authority when speaking amongst the coven. Sometimes it can come off as if he sounds like a brat, but usually, his aggressive nature in the coven sorts this out. Alternate Information Stars represent her view of their relationship; 5 being perfect. Father ( ★★★★☆): Lord Thaddeus Vayne Mother (★★☆☆☆): Lady Seraphina Vayne - Deceased Sibling(s) (N/A): Deceased. Fighting Style: He prefers up close, where he can inflict the most damage. His fighting style is chaotic but it more often than not works. Especially when it comes to mortals. Trained in hand to hand combat but won't hesitate to get familiar with weapons. Personality Overview [Brooding] [Charismatic] [Strategic] [Morally Grey] [Benevolent] [Protective] [Loyal] Aurelius Vayne is a complex, morally ambiguous vampire who walks the fine line between his noble vampire heritage and his desire for something more meaningful. He is intelligent, charismatic, and strategic but also haunted by the darkness of his past and the heavy expectations of his bloodline. While he can be ruthless when needed, he retains a flicker of humanity that makes him deeply conflicted—someone who is constantly searching for redemption or a sense of purpose beyond the cycle of violence and power that defines his existence. Likes: Messing with humans for fun wit his friends - Whilst this is often short lived for various reasons, Auri takes solace in classical music, art, fighting, ancient texts and philosphy. Often he will find a quiet place to reflect in solitude. Dislikes: Sometimes his position weighs on him greatly. His father and especially his mother expect to much of him. He hates disorder and chaos - which is why his coven is ran meticiously, and he employs only those he trusts, for he doesn't want to get stake to the heart. |
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⋆☽ Aurelius Vayne ☾⋆ It was dark and raining. The bright city lights reflecting off the pools of water that now gathered on the streets, the cars rushing past in splashing the water across the paths where mortals hurried home for the day. This was Aurelius' favourite weather. The mortals were always in such a hurry to get out of the rain. Further still, he preferred it for when he claimed a victim, the water washed away the evidence of blood on that splatters across the ground. He was crouched on top of a highrise, wearing a navy blue rain jacket, the hood up, letting the rain washing down over his hood, dripping in front of his face. He swung his head, looking up and down at the mortals down below. He was in perfect cover here for the way the high rise offered the cover of shadow and a brief respite from the rain where the concrete jutting upwards into a towering canopy of gothic architecture. Ironic really. He was alone tonight. His friends safe and dry in their favourite bar, downtown. He'd come here to brood. His mother was growing increasingly anxious by the day of the human's unreliqunishing plight of hunting them. Not to the mention the fact that she wishes for him to choose a bride in these chaotic times... to further the bloodline. He sighed, tilting his head upwards, letting the rain soak his face and the few strands of hair peeking out from underneath his hood. He studied the droplets as they rained down from the dark overcast sky. The shape and intensity of them before they hit his cool, pale skin. He straightened his neck, looking back at the hum of the city below. In his five hundred years, he'd never found anywhere more peaceful to come and brood. He sometimes used this as his favourite hunting spot but just recently the vampire hunters were making a wave of retailation that even unsettled his cold dead nerves. He and his coven needed to be more careful. More clever. A smile played softly on his lips, a crease formed at the corner of his eyes, as he thought about how vain the vampire hunters were and there efforts, for in the coven, humans came willing to serve as blood banks for them. In return, they got peace in their otherwise chaotic minds. The thought made his fangs erupt every so slighty. He rain his tongue over the sharp points and grazed them across his plump lips. His vision focused now, as he cleared away the thought, returning his focus back on to the city below. He wanted no trouble tonight. Just to find his next victim... |
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￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ Neveah ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ The familiar patting of rain colliding with the bustling street accompanied by the laughter and shrill voices of other mortals resonated throughout her ears as Neveah stood, her back pressed firmly against the wall of one of the buildings lining the streets. She knew how paramount her current hunt was, which was precisely why she had even dared stand out in the open like this; stealth was her thing, but sometimes it was a necessity to be an obvious target, especially when her prey tended to be elusive. A sharp huff exited her lungs as her azure eyes narrowed, forming icy slits that seemed to ward off the majority of individuals that seemed to contemplate approaching her. She was, after all, allowing herself to become soaked by the rain, the droplets of water soaking her casual attire and onyx-hued hair. Besides, the family heirloom that she wore had been neglected and was no longer concealed, something she should fix to avoid being recognized, yet tnight was one of those nights she simply did not care enough to tuck it beneath her sweater. Neveah bad never been in this specific city before, but it seemed her specific lineage of hunters was known and recognized. Truth be told, hunters were growing increasingly rarer due to the original families alternating their ways out of fear of losing loved ones, something that she had deemed idiotic and foolish; it was almost as if they expected the creatures to ignore what they had done in the past. If she knew one thing about vampires, it was that they never forgot a face.. It was why leaving one alive was a grave mistake due to their vengeful nature. She had even heard of some families going to the lengths of serving certain vampiric covens, an idea she had struggled understanding and acknowledging for months. After all, why would anyone be willing to help.. them? Finally, Neveah decides it was time to genuinely start moving, lifting a ringed hand to tuck the heirloom beneath her sweater; it was the sole thing that made her recognizable since any vampire she met lasted an hour or two before being annihilated. She hummed a soft tune as she ahifted off of the wall and started to walk at a slow, leisurely pace, her eyes flitting to and fro at any individual that seemed to perk up in interest at the sight of her. Her parents had managed to create a perfect concoction of fragrances that could easily draw in vampires, one that had the alluring scents of the blood type the majority of them craved. They had died when she was younger, an unfortunate event yet one she barely remembered, so much so that she barely remembered their names, let alone their appearances. Her current target was by far the ost elusive, sly creature she had ever encountered, noting how he kept himself out of reach by lingering in places that were practically inaccessible to her. He was unaware that he was being hunted, yet his natural behavior made him weary and cautious it seemed. It was precisely why it had already been a week since she had areived here, making her feel annoyed as ever; hunts usually lasted a day or two, four at the most to truly hnderstand the pathing of a vampire`s routine. Perhaps it had something to do with the remaining hunters honing their skills more brutally, no longer hesitating to obliterate the hellish monsters in considerably more grotesque, immoral manners. Recently turned vampires did not have the mercy of being temporarily guven pity as well, something that had originally been a rule within the hunter`s guild of sorts; every vampire was the same except for the leaders/royals.. Those were always the primary targets since their deaths always made a dent in their world. |
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Aurelius stood, leaning out of the shadows across the ledge of the highrise into the alley way he had been watching these past few hours since the sun had set. The only way he'd been sure the sun had set over the grey and raining city, is the manor house, it had relinquished its hold over its occupants. The Obsidian Circle operated with very little control over the daytime but at night... The nightly partols took over, roaming the streets, picking out prey and vampire hunters alike. Keeping other supernatural beings in check that the humans had no knowledge of. Vampires, strangely, acted like guardians between humans and the supernatural world, keeping both sides free of tyranny. The humans had only come to acknowledge their presence due to a vampire lord going rogue and wanting to take claim to what he saw was rightfully theirs. Such legends were before Aurelius' time but he still read about them. The humans though, some never changed. Never adapted. Aurelius jumped down into the alley way. An unsuspecting victim had stumbled drunk into his domain. Kills like this were easy. But that is all he wanted tonight. Once he was done here, he would return to his friends and drink the night away in a bar downtown. Aurelius used the shadows to his advantage. Taunting this victim, who blindly looked around him, eyes wide, pupils dilated from the toxication. Once the man was in position, he exposed his neck just at the wrong moment, to which this vampric prince would pounce, draining him dry. No-one would miss a low-life of an alcholic. He relished in it, feeling the warmth pour down his throat. His fangs sharp enough to keep the bite clean. His eyes widened, as the toxins of the alcohol flooded his veins. This was no adrenaline rush though, the kill was too easy. He wrapped his arms around the man's body, holding him in place, until the light died in his eyes, as he died in his arms. He fed, the shadows keeping them concealed. Once he was done, he grabbed the man's face, breaking his jaw, with his hand crunching the bone into a pulp. The blood streaking down his arm. "Shit...I didn't want to get this messy" He wiped the blood off onto the man's clothes. He degloved the skin on his hands. A gruesome task but he didn't want any trace on the man, encase he was found. Not that he was never careful. He lifted him with a swift ease, after emptying his pockets of the personal contents he would disguard later. He placed him in the dumpster that lay next to the wall. Thankfully, his regular visits here to hunt, meant he knew the rotation of the bins and his body would be crushed and taken away in the morning. He turned back to study the floor, the blood had already washed away with the rain. He inspected himself before, he exited the alleyway, moving in amongst the crowd of people, keeping his head down, walking towards the bar where his friends were. (If it's too gross please say xD) |
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￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ Neveah ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ Neveah continued to saunter throughout the winding streets, her ears straining to hear any abnormal noises from nearby buildings and alleyways; it was rather easy for her to detect something amiss, but even professionals managed to miss details every now and then. She continued to hum softly as she walked, her azure eyes bright and alert. She was more than aware of the fact that a coven was lingering within this city, striking whenever they deemed fit or when they lacked entertainment; it was a twisted reality that made her impatient to eradicate them, whether it be via death or a colossal scare factor. Although it was rare, it was not unheard of for vampires to flee when an outstanding amount of professional hunters moved into a city. Neveah knew precisely how much of a bloodbath that was, especially since she had led multiple of them; it was her own genius that had compiled every single huntrr back then, successfully wiping out two covens. What made it far more better was the fact that she had no regrets.. She had even been the one to kill the vampiric leaders, a feat most could only dream of achieving. She paused rather abruptly when she reached the entryway of a long, darkened alleyway, her mind and instincts screaming at her to inspect it. Of course, she trusted her instincts more than anything else, yet she knew the coven she was dealing with would not be that stupid. It was impossible for them to simply kill an individual in a place that is visited on a daily basis; vampires had become more elusive and intelligent, something that even made her unsettled and uncertain at times. With a shake of her head in dismissal, she continued walking onwards. If she was incorrect, she could care less; no one could do anything with the remains of a human, especially if they had been sucked dry by a starving vampire; there was never evidence of who had done it, except for the size and width of the penetration wounds on their necks. Of course, the fangs would have already been identified as belonging to a certain vampire to even identify the killer in the first place. Neveah was not a fool, hence why she had allowed three alrernate hunters to linger in the area. Were they as skilled and efficient as she was? Only time would tell and a part of her told her they would disappoint; other hunters had a tendency of over-exaggerating their skills in order to be put alongside higher skilled and experienced hunters, but that usually ended up with them being mercilessly ripped to shreds and mentally tormented by the vampire they were responsible for killing. Neveah had even watched it happen and, truth be told, she had almost laughed alongside the vampire itself. She believed that it was the hunter`s own fault for biting off more than they could chew, so she could be as amused and find it as entertaining as she could; it was only fair. The rain was starting to become a little annoying, causing her to shiver and even slip on the pavement, so she decided to head into a nearby building. Of course, it had to be one of those buildings, the one where people went to get drunk and potentially snag a temporary lover. Did she come here purposely? No, she just wanted to get warm and dry before resuming her stroll. Without a word, she slid into an open booth and slumbed into the seat, simply sitting there and pondering. Eventually, she whipped out her phone to examine the current statistics surrounding the area; some genius had decided to create a private app that vampire hunters could communicate and track the creatures they hunted, making everything easier. Had she ever contributed to the information? No, her information was her information; she had spent years accumulating it anyways. (It`s perfectly fine, <3) |
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Aurelius kept walked until he reached the bar his friends had gathered at. Truth be told, it was one friend and two body guards, Felix, Ronan and Dante. The neon sign lit up the outside like a beacon, the pouring rain had become a comforting weight, a presence that hit his head and shoulders, running off the waterproof jacket he was wearing. The scent and sight of blood had long gone by now, as he reached for the cold, wet door handle. He opened it to be greeted with a stench, mixed with mortals and alcohol. The warmth rushed at him, hitting him in the face as he stepped inside. His heavy black boots, brushing over the familiar brush of the entrance mat. He reached up and pushed his hood off his head, before looking around, spotting Felix, Ronan and Dante in a booth to the side, drinks adorned their table to look "normal". He walked over before the three of them turned their heads, the guards nodded in greeting, smiling faintly, whilst Felix exclaimed with a certain glee. "Auri! You made it" His smile meeting his eyes. Auri took off his jacket and joined them, pushing himself into the booth next to Felix. Felix leaned close, in a hushed tone. "I assume your dinner was no trouble?" He smirked. Auri shook his head, his eyes twinkling with a delightful malice, the thought of the drunkard's blood running down his throat and filling his veins. "No trouble at all" Auri said with a little humour to his tone. Dante hailed the waitress to bring them all another round of beer. "So what should we do tonight?" Felix said excitedly, like a puppy. The waitress came over, deposited the drinks but not before Auri could flash her smile, his eyes studying her curves as she walked away. Felix grunted, attracting Auri's attention back to him. "Sorry what?" The door to the bar opened, in stepped a woman. In a split second, Dante and Ronan went rigid. Auri felt it too and looked at Felix. "Vampire hunter..." Ronan uttered in a quiet, no mortal could hear. Between them they could smell the scent. One that was used by a exceptional class of vampire hunters. "Don't look, actual casual" Dante said, forcing himself to relax. He didn't dare look over his shoulder at her. Ronan was the same "We need to get you out of here, did she follow you?" Ronan's voice demanding, pushing and filled with authority. Auri shook his head. His peripheral felt her eyes sweep over the bar. He didn't dare look either, instead he cupped the cool glass of beer in his hand. "I don't know what do you wanna do Felix?" He said with a quiet confidence that made him sound normal. Felix's eyes boared in Dante and Ronan. Auri touched his arm, to offer him comfort. "Shall we go do Karoke?" He said with that same humour, looking at Felix to remain calm. Felix smiled, relaxing and took in the scene and chuckled lightly. "Karoke? So we can here your best impression of classical music, like Lady Gaga... mmmm... No thanks" He waved a hand to dismiss Auri's suggestion. "Well what then?" Auri asked, looking at the others, whilst also catching a glimpse of the woman in his peripheral. He felt a strong desire to look at her. |
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￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣ Neveah ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ Neveah remained seated for a while, eyes flickering across her phone screen as she replied to the childish ramblings of the other hunters and constantly reviewing the private app. Her eyes rolled as she recollected some information regarding the coven that was present within the city; they were not a large group so it would be easy to track all of them down and eradicate them, but gods.. they were the most careful, elusive group she had ever encountered. At this rate, she was on the verge of fabricating multiple traps and stationing more hunters in certain regions; she had the ability to do so rather easily, yet that would take more time. An annoyed sigh left her as she raked her ringed fingers through her onyx-hued hair, azure eyes surveying the individuals chatting and conversing within the bar. Her gaze narrowed in on the group of four that were hustled in a booth, their loud voices sporadically quieting as if they were sharing secrets. This behavior was not odd in her opinion, especially since they were quite literally in a bar; for all she knew, they were speaking like that to avoid being overheard by people they knew. On the contrary, they could be vampires, yet they would have left in a hurry if that were the case; her presence screamed vampire hunter at the moment, but only to vampires specifically. Neveah looked outside and silently observed the rain, using a hand to reveal the family heirloom necklace that had been concealed beneath her sweater. She toyed with the silver chain that held it together, twirling it and occasionally leaving it be; it was the only thing she had left from her parents and the only thing she was willing to acknowledge regarding them. Neveah had heard the rumors, specifically the ones regarding her parents working alongside vampires. She despised the idea that they had been traitors to the human race, that they had willingly worked with the very creatures that were killing off the human race on hy one; she knew that eventually they would take over.. That was something she would never allow. Was she aware of which coven and where her parents had been when they had commited such atrocities? No, and to be quite frank she did not care enough to want to know. If they were still alive, she would have severed ties with them faster than they could have begged her to stay; the mere idea of helping or even talking normally with a vampire drove her absolutely insane. She had also heard of humans volunteering to be blood donors, which was not as bad as helping them with their goals. There was a difference between lessening the amount of deaths in the human population from vampire attacks and increasing the deaths by giving them private information. With a final glance outside, she decided she would leave soon. Of course, she had to double check the incoming information and updates thoroughly before leaving; for all she knew, three people could have been sucked dry in the span of the ten minutes she spent on a break. The thought infuriated her briefly, but there was only so much she could do; hunters needed breaks to think clearly.. mistakes were unacceptable. |
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As Felix ran off a list of suggestions, Auri picked up his beer and brought it to his mouth. He grimaced, never really understanding why humans invented such a foul tasting beverage. He swung his head to casually graze his gaze over the bar. His eyes lingered momentarily at the direction the scent was coming from. A woman with jet back hair, looking at her phone, the screen lighting up her face in the somewhat dim surroundings of the bar. He could catch a glimpse of her eyes, a blue, like nothing he'd seen before. He turned his attention back to Felix, Dante and Ronan, the latter of the two had already drunk up. It didn't suprise him in the least, considering they were brutally large, to the point they could pass off as human bouncers. Their muscles bulging at the seams of their leather jackets. Human attire they'd both chosen. "Yes" Auri paused, a playfully smile dancing across his lips. His eyes, a silver in the dim light, flashing at Felix and his suggestion of the circus. It was an ordinary circus by human standards but to vampires, it was a place where they could have fun, be themselves, pick up a one-night stand AND it could be with any other supernatural being. The night was going to long, with the rain hammering at the window. The humans would all be at home but the circus would be alive with the wonders of the supernatural. Auri and Felix smiled, clicking their glasses at the agreement. Dante rolled his eyes and leaned in "We really ought to go back to the manor" He said gruffly, his tone filled with a dark authority. Auri waved him off. "Come on, don't be a downer... You're supposedly to do the protecting, so protect me. The council cannot..." He cleared his throat "My mother, cannot keep me under house arrest" He said, a light laugh parting his lips. Felix huffed in agreement, as Dante shrank back against the tan leather of the booth. It squeaked under his weight at the friction of the jacket against it. "Let's drink up and go" Felix said a bit louder, his tone more confident now, slamming his almost empty glass onto the table with a thud, the content sloshing around. Just four guys...out about the town on a Friday evening. Nothing suspicious about that. Auri thought, he swung his head to the booth's opposite to study the people in them, but more importantly, the vampire hunter. |
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