Crawkid

Things that go bump (Caits and Crawkid)

Elizabeth stopped drinking and just watched him for a moment. When she told him to talk, she was thinking about herself and her issues with her thrist...but when he began to talk, and quite quickly, she realized that it had an effect on him too, how guilty he felt, and how that talking about it might help him tto in a way. Slowly, she set the cup down on her lap, and her eyes looked him over, stopping to rest a moment of his bandaged hand. Despite not meaning to, she sniffed the air and caught the smell of his blood again. yes...it was his blood that she had smelt and been so enticed by. With that matter settled in her mind, not like it hadn't already...she tore her eyes away from the wound and looked him over again. The sight of him tore her into three different emotional responces.

One side of her thought that perhaps he would be so guilty right now that he'd be easy to manipulate and get close to...but obviously that was her worst side.

Another side, one of the two more human responses wanted to hug him and assure him that it was just a slip that anyone could make. That he should relax more and not beat himself up about it. On the flip side of her humanity, though, she knew that he had been more in his element before she had become his sort-of-partner. That it was his fault for being so lax around a vampire. That if she caudalled him, he might not learn from a mistake that could have killed either of them, and it would happen again.

She sat there, watching him in all his guilt, debating within herself how she would react. It was a big mistake, and he was so vulnerable looking that her reaction right now could make a big change between them. She looked back towards the bathroom, and then at him.

Attack...caudal...attack?

She turned back to her cup, and sighed. "Go clean your mess, first." she said finally, and though she said it quietly and not sternly at all...she knew he would probably take it that way. Unable to force herself to just sip anymore, she sucked down the rest of the cup, reveling in the feel of it going down her throat and even licking the inner rim of the cup to get the most of the taste.

Brief thoughts of an old movie about a dog and its young master flashed through her mind, but she pushed them away for consideration later.

Make Me Purr, or Roar. . . ~ PopeAlessandros x Crawkid

It had been a long morning for Allendrois too. Having traveled a great distance from his village to find a place populated by the people who his ancestors used to live with and protect and mentor, he was exhausted after so many disappointments. Though, one could hardly call them disappointments. ~He never really believed in these people. The ancestors had to have forsaken them for a good reason.~ Yet, he had made a promise to his elder councilwoman...and it would have been nice to find someone worthy enough to garner his attention and respect enough for him to reveal himself. But there was no one.

He had started today with his usual pessimistic and overly critical views, skittering about and watching people prepare for their day through their windows. He looked from mothers, to fathers, to those who were single, and even to the young. It was barely into the day and he hadn't technically seen half the population yet, but his pessimism gave him need to take a break. So, acting on his more wild side, he ran about in the woods and grabbed a few bugs to snack on before finding a tree over hanging a cliff, deciding that it would be a great idea to check out the view. And it would have been a great view to any of a humanoid body, but to Allendrois in his ferret body, it was an excellent view.

That was until something, or someone, came flying almost directly at him, creating an incredibly strong gust which almost threw him out of the tree, and would have if he hadn't been at the joint where the branch met the trunk. Suddenly the gust and the source of it was gone and he was left grumbling and confused. Apparently trees weren't safe around here. Quickly climbing down, he focused his mind on his task. He didn't want to keep looking in vain for his chosen one in this town, so he would look for a shrine to his people and see what shape it was in, if they even had one.

'Not having one would almost be better than what the last village did...'he thought to himself as he ran through the woods, stopping to peek around occasionally. He had a specific task in mind, but he looked for everything - bugs, grasses, flowers, dead things, predators, puddles.He was a ferret after all. Well, ferret-like. Excluding the occasional large beetle, and tuft of grass that he'd roll around in, the rest of his exploration was pretty unremarkable. Finally, he came to what appeared to be a stone path, and he followed it to a shrine. Having found his destination, he climbed into a tree and gave the whole area a good look over.

It's better than the last one, the path appears to have been swept clear of debris...but the shrine itself didn't even get that much attention. Why even bother then? he sneered.

Things that go bump (Caits and Crawkid)

At least she could get him to talk to her. It calmed her slightly to have him talking to her, not leaving her alone with her thoughts. She was also glad to hear that he already was heating up more blood, though she shared his concern about her being able to contain herself after she was done with the next bit of blood until she could go hunting. She had no idea when that might be, but he was using the window as a threat so the sun had to still be up. She growled to herself in mild frustration, but perked up as she heard his footsteps come closer again before receeding.

This time when she opened the door, she was met with a cup of blood and despite herself she paused to smile slightly. Like a child wanting hot cocoa right after playing in the snow, her fingers curved around the cup as she held it close. Instead of retreating right away into the bathroom this time, she just sat there in the doorway with her precious mug of warm blood. She eagerly sipped it for a while, and he might be able to see her hand already healing from the sunburn. The combination of talking, getting some blood, and the mug seemed to have calmed her enough that when she now glanced up at Connor -most likely with the gun pointed at her head- though her body still trembled for want of his blood, she had a mug of it to hold and sip from so thoughts of tearing him apart and making him bleed could wait. Another couple sips and she just got up and very slowly -VERY SLOWLY- went and sat in the chair she was occupying before.

Her eyes hadn't left him, and she was still trembling but at least she wasn't looking at him like a predator...no, now she was just looking at him like someone who had a gun pointed at them but understood why that person was being paranoid. "Talk." she said gently, taking another sip. "it helps."

I need plots (many things included)

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Blood in our veins

No, you were only asking if it was too soon to transform/change. That means you were thinking about it, and your previous post reads to lead to her changing.

This has nothing to do with any of my input, because I already answered your question.

If you're really this hung up and clueless how to continue, then I suppose there is no way to do so, because i'm not going to tell you what to post.

im sorry if this sounds harsh, but its the reality of the situation.

Things that go bump (Caits and Crawkid)

Elizabeth was just as nervous as Connor, probably even more so. It was a long while before she got any response to her tapping and she felt fear that he didn't understand her and was going to react to having no verbal response with his natural hunters' instinct. In the following silence, she was reminded that if anything went wrong between them she was probably going to get a silver bullet faster than she could blink.

She would wind up with her soul going...where ever cursed vampire souls went...and he would just continue on his quest, killing the bad monsters.

Part of her nervousness evaporated though, when he began to speak to her again, meaning that he could understand morse code- meaning she could communicate even while trapped in there. With a small smile of victory, she pressed her ear against the door and focussed on his footsteps. When they sounded far away and stopped, she slowly turned the knob and cracked the door. She wouldn't looked at him, but just quickly grab the bloodpacket and close the door back up. Seeing the red blood and feeling its warm in her hands was a comfort in a way. The comfort didn't last long because she sank her teeth into and through the plastic skin. Her thirst became strong again, and though she tried to drink slowly, she found that the packet didn't last very long and it became painfully clear to her that a pint was just enough to tease her thirst. She needed more, but both her options were the worst of the worst....drink cold blood after nice warm blood...or losing to her needs and getting killed.

She grimaced over these options as she tore the packet open and licked the last of the blood that stubbornly refused to come out. After she was done, she dropped the packet onto the floor and looked at the door. She had to do something...she couldn't stay in there with the bit of his blood teasing her, and him on the other side with a gun waiting for her to inevitably give in to this strange torturous moment of fate..

Feeling the pressure, she again scoots to the door to try to communicate.

Connor...am lost...need more but trapped...it is a bad situation.

Her eyes traveled to the door knob. It would be so easy to close the difference, she found herself thinking and her frustrations rose with the conclusion of those thoughts. She wanted his blood so bad...to viciously tear into him in a most satisfying manner...the images even played infront of her eyes...but she didn't want to hurt him...and she didn't want to give up.

im sorry.

Things that go bump (Caits and Crawkid)

Blood.Blood.Blood.Blood.Blood.Blood...

She had found the source, and was staring at it as her thirst got worse and brought to her mind endless thoughts of blood that tempted her to taste it and then do more. Tearing her eyes from it and stopping her breath so that she didn't smell it any more...she feabily made her way into the tub as far away from it as possible and squeezed her eyes shut. That didn't stop the raging current of thoughts and memories though, and for the first time in nearly three hundred years, the thirst was getting to her and she felt her own mentaliy start to slip away from her.

But something put the breaks on her seemless slip into her vampiric need. She heard her name, and realized that Connor was talking to her. She slowly came closer to the door, focussing on what it was that he was saying..by the time she could think past the need for blood to actually make anything out, he was apologizing for the blood in the bathroom....and then asked her to answer. She noted the tone of concern in his voice and imagined that his instincts as a hunter were starting to agitate.

and then, she felt sad that she had wanted to rip out his throat only moments earlier...

Please god, not yet...

she found herself thinking, as she stared at the door keeping him safely from her field of vision. She couldn't inhale to answer him, because she was still on edge and the smell might drive her over that edge. She reached up with one finger and made a really long scratch sound to get his attention before tapping out the message, "still here." and hoping to God that he had learned Morse Code at some point in his life.

Things that go bump (Caits and Crawkid)

She had to have been exhausted. She didn't stir at the commotion that he created by jumping in front of the light...nor did she wake when he exposed his blood to the air - though she was breathing and so was able to smell it. It did effect her,however, by giving her dreams of blood which poked and prodded at her instinctual hunger.

By the time she had awoken the blood packet would have had many hours to be gently heated by the sun- though the sun was still there.

She sat in there chair, hungry, but feeling like something was off. Not catching it right away, she went about her business but did so quietly, since she had seen the sleeping form in his ebd and had no idea how long h had been there. She looked at the pizza box and was satisfied that he had eaten. maybe he wouldn't be upset at her for snapping a bit at him earlier. Carefully checking outside, the light told her that it was too early to be active...it also told her that there was a blood packet on the window seal. She stared it it for a while. It would be such a nice breakfast, instead of the nasty cold blood she had expected to wake up to.

Forgetting that her pills had worn off, she reached for it, only to withdraw it so fast that it became a blur and hissing loudly. at it. Her hand would be a pretty dark red, even after that one second of exposure.

wether or not the loud hiss woke up Connor, who's probably had his share of sleep at that point, she sped off to the bathroom, wanting to be in a room away from the sun.

Since she was as hungry at she was, and keyed into the pleasures of blood that she knew she figured out what was bugging her pretty quickly. There was a faint trace of somewhat stale blood in the air. Her mind buzzed and then stopped as the thought hit her - there was blood in there.

Things that go bump (Caits and Crawkid)

She wouldn't be sure how long it would take him to get back, especially since the time he said it would take probably ran out a while ago.

Whenever he got back, it was apparent that she had fussed about. His bed was made and the one corner was folded so that he could slip right in and go to sleep. Her things were nestled together in a safe and out of the way spot. There was a small, still slightly warm pizza on the nightstand next to his bed with a sticky note telling him to consume the nutrition before bed. It appeared to be a normal cheese pizza with store bought packages of pepperoni, sausage, pineapple, and extra marinara sauce. The cooler was half hidden, and if he had the energy or care to notice - the ice was changed. There was a wad of cash and some change on the counter too, next to a brand new laptop and a bottle of her pills.

Everything would be fine and safe and comforting.. Except maybe a few things...

Her bed was untouched, she was sleeping sitting in a chair looking towards the door and there was a tiny spot of light about two feet from her - sun let in through the curtains that seemed to have been moved/disturbed somehow.She of course, is unaware of it.

Things that go bump (Caits and Crawkid)

She wasn't sure if she believed him about doing well, considering he was had appeared annoyed a moment earlier. But she shrugged it off and obediently got into the car when he did. She was aware that the sun wouldn't wait for them to be safe before coming up.

When they arrived, however, she felt he took it a bit far with his protectiveness considering her had pills and he was obviously exhausted. He pulled her bottle of pills and shook it a bit to get his attention, "or perhaps you should sleep now, and I will go deal with the body. "