FateWeaver

Into the Harsh Light of Day

Bernard sat with his back to a dark corner, leaning over the strong-smelling glass in front of him. He had ordered whiskey and taken not a sip, preferring to take in only observations at this point. The bar that employed Maxine would soon close, and so must his idling. For weeks now, he had considered simply appearing at this very bar, considered allowing her to pick him out of the crowd. Something yet unknown stayed his hand this evening, as it had every day for the last week. He felt it her right to know who had introduced her to this dark world, but now just did not seem the time.

Raven hair obscured Bernards eyes as he tracked Max to the table in the opposite corner of the room. From the way she moved, he recognized the stalk before the kill. This unlucky man, who had been causing problems for the waitstaff all night, had become prey to one of Man's few predators. A smirk curled the corner of his mouth as he watched his progeny at work. As she started to lead him out the back exit, Bernard made his own unobtrusive exodus through the front door. Outside, he straighted the stiff collar of his duster until itnearly reached the bottom of his ears. When a quick glance around revealed no obvious onlooker, he made his way around the side of the building.

At the edge of the shadows, he watched Max lead the man to her coworkers car, manipulating him with ease. Once the car door closed the windows began to fog, but Bernard stil knew exactly what was going on. He could smell the man's blood, and it made him lick his lips. While he waited, he entertained the picture of sharing a feast with Maxine. The thought made him ache with hunger, but he resolved to hunt later. There was plenty of prey on the dark streets, but he did not want to risk Max catching up to him unawares.

The sound of the car door opening and closing caught Bernard's attention, pulling him from his thoughts. He admired the young vampire's form as she straightened her clothes, and once again the idea of simply stepping forward hear and now tempted him. In his moment of hesitation, he noticed her stop and peer in his direction. As she started forward again, so he moved back into the shadows without thinking. A profoundly empty feeling washed over him as he saw that she had lost sight of him. Bernard's stillness rivaled that of the night air as he stood in the darkness and waited to see if Max would attempt to follow.

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Lyla rushed through the halls, the hem of her yellow dress swishing againt her knees. She had overslept yet again, and was now going to be dreadfully late to the ball. This didn't bother her overly much, as she had no known family to look forward to seeing, but she had gone to bed earlier in the day planning to be up and prepared for the evening.

So much for that... she thought, her small bare feet sliding over floor rather than taking normal strides. She could hear the partygoers up ahead, and it made it hard for her to concentrate on the environment. Rather than relying on her ears alone to guide her, Lyla had extended one wing to trail along the wall. She stumbled more than once, when a tremor made the ground rumble beneath her. Avoiding a complete fall, however, she eventually stands in the doorway of the ballroom.

Everyone already seemed to be talking, dancing, or eating, from what Lyla could hear. Intending to head for the relative safety of the table, she strikes out across the floor with short, careful steps. The myriad sounds around her made it nearly impossible to pick out one in particular, and there were too many surfaces and people for them to reflect off of. This was just another of the rare times in her short life where she was flying completely blind.

All of her caution turned out to be for naught, as Lyla soon found herself walking up against another person's back. Stumbling away a step or two, she flares her wings instinctually for balance.

"So sorry! Just so hard to tell where everyone is..." she says nervously, ears flattening to the top of her head as her cheeks flush. The poor girl didn't even have half a chance at knowing who she had collided with. "I hope I didn't make you spill a drink or anything..."

@Aspen Wren (Lyla walked blindly into Laurel's back.)

Project: Evolution

@NightmareInd I feel like Fury and Bernard would have been pitted against each other often in the facility. Perhaps Fury is the source of most of Bernard's claw-scars?

If/when your character gets accepted of course :3

Grimtooth

All the poor wine Luca couldn't save... I call alcohol abuse.

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Copied Lyla over to my character post. I'll have a first post up for her once I'm settled for the evening.

Who will tempt Fate?

*boop*

World of Darkness

After some consideration, I have decided not to allow any homebrew archetypes. It simplifies things for me, and prevents me from having to read additional material. Also, since I do not know whether any Co-GMs I take on will be familiar with them, I have no desire to ask them to read additional material as well.

Also, I have decided that we will use the New Horizon Council Traditions. For those unaware of the changes from the original Traditions, they can be found in part near the bottom of this page.

(Thanks to @Letter Bee for the link)

World of Darkness

@Dead Cruiser So I had noticed, ehheh. If you still feel so inclined when/if things really get started, I would gladly accept you as Co-GM, and with my thanks.

Who will tempt Fate?

Looking for a couple more, especially someone(s) for Come Dance With Me.

World of Darkness

@Dead Cruiser...

I may have more reading to do than I thought.