Blood, lust, and ale

[Devonus]

Devonus fine tuned senses picked out the sound of a local tavern well before he was near. The sounds of laughter and drinking carried on to his ears by a gentle breeze that tickled his pale skin. Above all that though he sensed the heat.... the pounding pulse of life that bustled in the place and lured him on. The smell of sweat and ale now reached his nose as he made out the tavern and smiled down at Blood. The large crimson wolf was easily visible in the soft rain.

His blood red fur shimmered in the rain and looked up lovingly at his master. His eyes seemed to be filled with knowledge beyond his years… which indeed it was considering he was much older then many of his kind, filled with the same dark blood that coursed in Devonus’s veins, his eyes shined with both a predatory gleam and the love of a companion who had shared almost a century of travel together.

But their history was just that history, long since had he ceased to dwell on such things, the present was much more fun. The thrill that accompanied the chase and the warm embrace of a beautiful unsuspecting female. It was amazing how easy it had become. Almost a century of experience had turned the hunt into an almost simple matter. He had once sought female companions and victims for the passion in which it usually ended, a meshing of flesh, emotions, and blood that forever imprinted a victim to him. And it was time to do it again.

Blood, I need you to go away for now. You know the drill; if you’re hungry I’ll bring you some food.

The telepathic message reached Blood and he looked longingly towards the tavern, remembering the days in which he and his master had once killed dozens in their search for blood… but he had matured along with his master, and he knew that such things were in the past. He skulked off into the shadows of a nearby ally and Devonus watched until the crimson red fur settled into a barely visible pile of fur in an alley corner.

With a quick smile at his obedient friend and companion, Devonus slipped into the tavern that he now saw was called peaceful promenades….

I wonder if they’ll still call it that after I leave tonight?

But Devonus had long since learned not to kill in public, never mind to feed. It was to rushed and didn’t allow the degree of intimacy Devonus craved. He glanced around, the bar was slightly crowded and the patrons drunk enough not to notice Devonus’s luminescent hair and slightly pale skin. He hurried to a slightly shaded area and looked around for a potential victim. A Bar maid approached and Devonus’s eyes followed her, tracing every curve and looking into her eyes…. But he found in her none of the spark which he craved.

She was good looking, yes, but even Devonus did not know what it was about certain women that caught his eye and his thirst.He ordered a glass of ale and then dismissed her, she wasn't a priority on his menu for tonight.

He believed it to be an unconscious acknowledgment of innocence or intelligence in his target, though he did not know how he knew this. Several times he had found the victim that had this spark to be extremely intelligent or virginal, in physically and spiritually sense. Wandering holy women and young female scholars were often his victims, he did not understand it, but he did not mind it either…. Yet none of those appeared to be here either.

There was a third type of prey that attracted him and there appeared one or two of those here. Those who promised a challenge in combat prowess, Male or female Devonus always looked for these opportunities to prove him self….. But tonight he was not in one of those moods, so he continued to look for someone who would have the spark.

[The Ripper]

Hope this is open, if not, pm me and I will delete.

The Peaceful Promenade, it was busy tonight much like almost every night. Halls bursting with laughter, the loud cracks of ale mugs slamming the wooden tables, even the freaks who frequented this tavern, all adding to the places appeal. A slight feeling of awkwardness filled the loud halls of the tavern as a very mysterious man approached Juarik's corner of the bar. The man carried himself through the crowd and must not of noticed Juarik sitting almost right next to the spot he choose to scout from. The man was alone, at least he wasn't here with anyone Juarik could see. He didn't seem to flirt to much with that pretty little bar maid they had here which shocked Juarik. The young girl had often recieved many eyes watching her from around the tavern on the few nights a week she worked.

Taking a sip from his frosty ale, Juarik kept a close eye on the very curious man. What the hell is he looking for? Juarik found it pretty weird that the man passed his way through the rowdy crowd and sat down not even really addressing anyone. Sure the bar maid, but that was to order his ale which even then the man didn't really associate with her.

Juarik sat the mug quietly onto the oak table and removed a menthol cigarette from his coat. He knew no one was watching but still Juarik insisted on doing some tricks with the nicely packed tobacco stick. He twisted it through each of his fingers in his right hand before it reached his middle and pointer finger and lit it with a small spell he acquired when he was younger. He called it Fire Fingers. The flame embraced the end of the cigarette and danced around the paper for a few moments. It lit shortly after and he slid the filter into his mouth. Juarik loved smoking weather it be out of his pipes or cigarettes.

Juarik inhaled and begin to think of why he was really in the bar that night to sell his product. The freshly picked leaves that were tightly sealed in his leather bag, spread a wonderful aroma near Juarik that blended with the mint smell of his menthol. If the man didn't notice Juarik sitting behind him before, he would more than likely smell his presence now the smoke slightly pushing its way into the mysterious mans face...

[Tera]

I hope this is open too

A small vacation was all that it really was, just a simple chance to get away from the post war chaos of her children. Here was a place that was always a fine hunting grounds. People came and went without notice every hour, so no one would notice that a few didn't make it to their destination. Her skills were getting better as she continued to read upon her existence, learning that it was only a matter of will to create the illusion of life within her corpse of a body.

From the mild blushing of her cheeks to the soft untanned tone of her skin, to even the illusion of blinking and breathing. It was almost overly simple, just like it was if she had still been alive. Though as the documentation had mentioned, she found herself hungering far earlier than the usual. The range of it all only missed having the little, itty bitty details that made the living truly look living. Not that it mattered, to anyone around her she probably looked like some small chested redhead with a pension for the grape juice they called wine around these parts.

Winter was still busy with mop up back at the manor, which was a little trying, as she had grown used to the care of her thrall. The warriors were best set to handle things at this point, and with Melancor in charge, there was no need to worry about any problems. There was only a bit of anger left as her hand idly caressed the repaired collar of her coat. A young warrior of the N.W.O had gotten a lucky shot in on her while she had attempted to converse with her fellow fanged assassin.

Patience, you will get another chance...

The wait was as sour as the wine that she sipped, Witchblade had been there, a kindred soul that had some how evolved beyond the norm. Secrets that must be known were held within that wondrous killer of a woman. Still, for now Tera still had the books and scrolls. Even now her silver eyes ran across the pages of an old text written in old Salvarian, to which she was lucky to know. Just as she lit a cigar did a familiar scent enter the establishment, there in the doorway he stood. Gorgeous blonde locks hung from his head and from her vantage she could see that he would easily tower over her.

Her eyes followed Devonus as he gaited across the room, seeking the usual dark corner everyone that thought they really had something to hide sought. Granted long ago Tera learned that there was no better spot then in a nice chair near the middle, under a good light. It was there that she sat alone at her table, and as he sat she turned her chair, kicking up her feet as she simply stared at him with a soft “come hither” gaze that worked oh so well on many a poor male.

Lets be friends....

[Devonus]

(OOC: sorry forgot to mention it was open)

The smell of tobacco smoke sprung up near him and he glanced over at the man whose face seemed to dance behind a mask of wistful smoke. It was an appealing scent, the mixture of tobacco and menthol. It wafted through the air bringing back memories of his own father's habits... The man handled the cigarette with the skill of someone who not only smoked but also sold them. Devonus often carried tobacco and a pipe with him, smoking often worked as an effective illusion of being alive.

However Devonus did not desire it then and a curious scent was in the air and he vaguely recognized it. It drifted through the smoke and reached my nose, a smell of blood and age, a smell much like my sire had. Who recognized it for what it was, the smell of a vampire or some other long living creature. He dismissed the nearby man, finding a fellow creature of his kind here was to much. In truth he had not had the company of a fellow immortal since his sire had decided to sleep the long sleep, and that was 25 years ago.

He finally found her, how he had not noticed her before was baffling. She had hair that flowed almost like blood over her shoulders. She seemed both older and yet young at the same time… One who had little experience in living the life of an immortal amongst the humans. Her silver eyes were looking straight at his, a look he had seen all to often amongst the human harlots was in her eyes…

I wonder if I look similar when I’m on the hunt….

She was physically stronger he could sense that…. Yet the fact that she had not contacted him telepathically suggested a lack of magic or other telekinetic powers… or perhaps an interest in seeing how Devonus would react…. He singled her out, canceled out all other noise and attempted see her emotions and intentions, but the smell of tobacco smoke broke his concentration and Devonus silently cursed the man near him…

Looks like it will be the old fashioned way…

With one weary look Devonus stood and approached, a smile dancing on his lips as he pondered what the night may entail. He pools a seat out and sits, brushing the golden locks out of his eyes so that he could stare into her eyes….

the gate way to the human soul I once thought them…. But what if you have no soul? Can you still see their true selves in the eyes or not?

He let this last thought slip into her head letting her know he knew what she was, and the he was no mortal or immortal who obediently follow her into his own demise. She had made first contact, so he would allow her to make the first move… whether it be verbally or physically, she had called him and Devonus had accepted, it was her job to make the terms under which this conversation was to happen, whether friendly, hostile, or may haps she wished to play games…

“Blood, wherever you are stand ready for my call….. I pray you won’t here it but if you do you come and you rip the head off of any thing between us….”

(OOC: Not ignoring you ripper, this is just the way my post ended up unfolding in my head, maybe you can come around and sell us some tobacco then, after all she appears to smoke as does Devonus)

[Taskmienster]

This thread has been sitting since before the beginning of this year (2009). Since no response has been made to create activity I am going to be moving this. If you would like it to be reopened please feel free to PM myself or another admin and they will be able to move it for you back to the Peaceful Promenade.