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In Ember Grove - Reboot → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location: Rooftop near The Witches Brew
Interaction with: @Tae Maeve

Noah could detect no hint of fear in the witch, what he could sense was power and age, just as he could with older vampires. How old could a witch really be? They were, at least to his knowledge, mortal just like the rest of his prey. The witches he had killed the other night, they had smelled like fear, they weren’t interesting, not like this one. She was smirking, she found him amusing, just as he found his own prey to be amusing when they tried to fight. She didn’t like his threat against her human, but he wasn’t sure if it was because she cared about humans or if it was more like when the vampire from The Pit had claimed another human as hers. Either way he would have to remember that, in case he needed leverage, he might be able to use her employee in the future. One of the many Maeve’s that surrounded him approached, it touched him first, then it kissed him. Disgusting. Noah tried to bite the witch who was now close enough to his teeth that the chains didn’t matter, but the image of the witch only shimmered and vanished. Was this her big magic trick, it was hardly impressive.

Suddenly everything around him started melting and shifting, reality twisting and turning itself about in a confusing mess. All the duplicates of Maeve changed before him, becoming horrible hissing geese, wings flapping and beady eyes shining with rage. Confused, Noah looked around, only to find himself no longer on a rooftop, but near a pond and the witch was gone. One of the geese let out a loud honk and he jumped as another swooped at him. He realized what this was; a memory. Noah remembered the very first time he felt true fear, his oldest memory of it, when a flock of geese had attached him as a toddler. He stared at the serrated edges of their beaks as they hissed at him, mocking him. He knew it was stupid, he was a vampire, there was reason to fear these creatures and so he hissed back, showing his fangs.

Then there was disorienting darkness, the feeling of being trapped, of hunger and fear. He blinked a couple times, each time things brightened, until he could see where he was, a small space dimly lit and it smelled of rot. He was back in a cage, staring through bars at his father’s bloated and decaying body. He watched as his father’s head slowly turned towards him and began to laugh before the corpse collapsed into dust. He was human cattle again, filled with fear and huddled with his mother and sisters. Helpless, as his mother wept only to turn to him and speak, only her words weren’t those of his memory, they were, instead of what he feared to be true.

“You let us down, Noah, you let us die.” As the image of his mother spoke it changed and withered until it became the frail and emaciated version of her that he remembered when she had died. He watched as she continued to whither until she too collapsed into dust.

Noah lost his sense of reality; the memories were his, the changes to them were all things he knew to be true, and fear made it impossible for him to remember that this wasn’t real. He could feel again what it was like to have a heartbeat, for it pond against his chest, thumping in his ears. The sensation of inhaling stale air in short ragged breaths, and instead of the burning thirst for blood, there was the horrible nausea of a twisted stomach; weak both with hunger and the constant intake of the scent of decay. He felt weak, tired, and afraid.

“You were a terrible big brother.” His younger sister, Hope spoke, shaking her head as she became just as withered as his mother and crumbled into dust.

“Worthless.” Another voice spoke, the sound of his youngest sister, Angel, agreeing. He didn’t want to look at her, but it had been so long since he’d seen her face. The one ghost who never visited him but as he stared into tiny blue eyes filled with disappointment, she did not become dust as the others did. He didn’t know how she died, what it had looked like, because he hadn’t been there. Instead he watched her die dozens of different ways by unseen hands, each more vicious than the next. Noah couldn’t move, he was frozen and powerless to stop it, and the death kept replaying until finally he closed his eyes, tried to block out the screams, until eventually they stopped. Even without the imagines and in the quiet, he still felt the icy grip of fear. He felt cold in a way that a vampire never could.

“I had such hopes for you, what an utter failure.” The voice of his master, of Drake, spoke. Noah opened his eyes again to face the look of disappointment from his clan’s leader. Noah knew this was it for him, he had failed to find Shay, his failure would be punished. He looked away from the piercing eyes of the powerful vampire and waited for his death. But Drake turned his back and walked away, Noah was not worth his time, he was not important.

“I gave you such a gift, and you wasted it.” The voice of his sire spoke, her voice like venom, as her elegant hand gripped his jaw and forced him to look at her.

“I’m sorry, I can do better.” He whispered back, but somehow he knew he couldn’t. He failed his family, as painful as that had been, that he could deal with, they had been weak, but to fail his clan and even worse his sire, that meant he too was weak.

“No. You can’t. Worthless as a human, even more so as a vampire. You were a mistake.” The words felt like his heart was being ripped out but, instead of his heart though she went for his fangs. His mouth was pried open and his fangs were ripped from his mouth as he shrieked. He could taste his own blood, it tasted like failure. Celeste gripped his fangs in the palm of her hand and they too crumbled into dust and her dark eyes looked at him like he was nothing.

Something hit him hard in the back of the head knocking him to the ground and as he turned to look he saw the perfect version of himself. A vampire with fangs that gleamed and eyes that held nothing but bloodlust and it looked at him and it grinned with hunger.

“Prey.” The other, better, Noah spoke and as he looked down he saw the floor was made of mirrors. His reflection in the mirror was human, no fangs, no bloodlust, just a scared human boy covered in bite marks. Human cattle. The mirror floor shattered and broke sending him falling into darkness.

Noah closed his eyes and opened them again as the sensation of falling stopped. There was still nothing except the darkness. He screamed but he couldn’t hear the sound. He tried to reach out to feel something and his hands hit against something hard and cold, covered in jagged scratches directly in front of him. He knew where he was now, this was the coffin. Panic set in as he frantically scratched at it, he could feel his fingernails snapping as he clawed, trying to escape. Trapped, in the dark and alone, back in the coffin, where there was no escape. He knew no one wasn’t going to let him out this time. He kept trying to scream but there was only nothing. This was worse than death, trapped alone forever with only the thirst.

Then there was Maeve again, grinning in front of him, she spoke but Noah couldn’t focus. The spell was gone but the fear and panic remained, he struggled against the magic chains that held him. Whatever she had done to him, the spell that made him see and hear things, filled him with rage. As he writhed against the chains the light grew hotter, seared against him, he felt like an ant beneath a magnifying glass. His skin sizzled and burned and he grinned, the pain was a good thing, it was something, it was better than trapped alone in a dark coffin.

He felt her hand grip his face and he snarled, his fury trapped just as he was by her magic. The feeling of her thumb digging around beneath his eye socket was nothing compared to the feeling of being irrelevant and helpless, the way he felt before being a vampire when trapped as a blood slave, and the way he felt when kept inside a coffin as he was being reformed into a killer. He hated it; helplessness and weakness, he was supposed to be above that now but it seemed he had so much more to learn. Noah realized that he had grossly underestimated the kind of power this witch held. She was different, not like Shay or the two he had killed, this one was special. As his right eye was ripped from him he let out an explosive scream of pain and rage that devolved into laughter. With the eye that remained he saw the witches face and expression, one filled with brutality and fury. He understood what she was, she too was a monster, and that he could respect.

The sublime and piercing agony he felt where his right eye had once been was nothing compared to truly feeling fear in a way he had not for a long time. Not since his sire left had anyone been able to match such exquisite torment. She identified herself as ‘The Warrior Queen’ before sending him off the rooftop and into an alleyway below, which made him wonder if she was something more than just a witch. As he staggered back to his feet he could feel blood dripping from his face, and as he gently touched at his skin he winced. He stared at The Witch’s Brew, wanting more to do something more but now was not the right time.

In the distance he could hear sirens just barely able to make them out over the ringing in his ears. He remembered his hunt, not for this witch but for Shay. This witch would have to wait for later but he could feel a new obsession taking root, hatred and fascination whirling around in his mind. He licked the blood from his fingers, it did not taste like failure the way it had in the fear vision, that was all mind tricks. The culmination of the mind tricks, the loss of an eye, and the still persistent ringing in his ears made his head ache in a way that demanded immediate attention. He needed to feed, not just to soothe the pain and confusion, but to wash away the still lingering memory of the fear vision, to remind himself of who he was. Except it was morning and he was covered in his own blood and barely able to walk around, he could not hunt like this. There was really only one place he could think of to get blood but the thought of going there for help made him sick. He kept himself in the alleyways, slinking towards Alexis’s, a bar he knew served vampires too incompetent to hunt down their own meals, and a place he knew he could, at least, get blood.
In Avalia → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Evening
Location: Roshmi City
Interactions: Risa @princess


Hearing an actual princess refer to him as a hero left him shocked, causing him to stumble during the dance over his own feet. Luckily for Cade cats were unable to blush the way more humanoid creatures did and he did his best to cover up his clumsiness. Her words were far too kind, he was not royalty and would never have such potential as one who was, nor would he wish for the burden of leadership that came with titles like that, but he did not dare to argue with a princess. He was far too excited to have a location of where to head to next, and the offer to help bring change to Avalia was enough to drive him to brave any danger.

“Your majesty I would never shy away from danger, and my companions only rival my bravery.” Cade said with a smile as he thought of his companions. Ayita was a true warrior both in skill and spirit, Sakura had fended off a dragolich and saved their lives, and noble Ilan had the purest heart of anyone he had met, he held no doubts about their bravery nor their devotion to doing what is right. “Safe journey, your highness, until we meet again.” Cade added, bowing respectfully as the dance ended. He was happy that neither dance had resulted in him making too much of a fool of himself, and that both had been with very interesting creatures. He couldn’t wait to tell his friends that he had actually gotten to dance with a princess and to see if Sakura knew the demon Artemis he had met earlier. This was already one of the best gatherings he had ever attended and it even made having to wear the fancy clothes worth it.
In Ember Grove - Reboot → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Morning
Location: Rooftop near The Witches Brew
Interaction with: @Tae Maeve

Noah buzzed with excitement as the sound of a scream cut through the quiet morning, finally someone had found his gift. His vampire hearing picked it up with perfect clarity and it was just as satisfying as he had imagined. He waited for the rest of the scene to play out just as he had imagined it but was taken by surprise when moments later a woman, obviously a witch, appeared on the roof with him. He was thrilled to see his gift had in fact found its way to a witch so quickly, and even better was the look of fury that danced in her eyes. Was he lucky enough to have already stumbled onto another witch? He could hardly believe his good fortune, he hadn’t expected them to be quite so easy to find but he was after all, very clever.

She continued with an array of tricks, the sudden appearance of the eyeball he’d left in the cafe, then making it levitate and glow. It became like a projector showing him the beauty of his last kill, the glorious savagery of it, but now he was getting to see it from the prey’s eyes. Noah with a wild and toothy grin watched the image the eyeball played in front of him; how thrilling to watch himself kill, to see himself depicted as a perfect monster. He let out a deep throaty laugh at her question, it had such an obvious answer, did it even need asked? He gave a slow clap at the trick and smiled at her question.

“Strange? Why would it be strange? I did kill him.” The eyeball trick had been incredibly amusing, a real showstopper but Noah cared for her next trick far less. A heavy chain wrapped itself around Noah like a snake, constricting his movements. The chain itself was brighter than the sunlight that struggled to break through the clouds on this overcast morning, and it stung with more intensity than even sun on a bright day. It made his skin tingle and itch. The trick that followed next was another impressive one, as four of her now stood before him, speaking in unison. Noah continued to grin, now allowing his fangs to show in excitement, he’d always enjoyed a good magic show. Two things were abundantly clear; this witch was more powerful than Shay, and for some reason she thought Drake had sent him to The Witch’s Brew.

“You, smell like…” Noah took a long pause, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath as he made a show of sniffing the air. He was enjoying this, it was dramatic, encapsulating, and he felt like a great villain. “Power.” He said with a laugh as he opened his eyes back up. “How interesting, and to treat me with a magic show, with surround sound, and it’s not even my birthday.” He thought about her questions, unsure of what exactly Drake would want him to reveal to a witch. The thought that a witch could ever do real harm to Noah wasn’t something he could comprehend and he found her threat of consequences amusing. Witches were beneath vampires; they lived, breathed, ate all the same as humans did, even with a touch of magic witches were still lesser beings. He wondered why Drake would even bother to maintain a show of friendship with one, why not just take this witch and make her turn over Shay, surely such a thing was within his capabilities. He studied her reaction, searching for any clues as to what interests a witch could hold to a vampire, other than the amusement of their magic tricks.

“As for my gift, Lord Drake sent me to find his lost pet, and where better to leave a message for a witch, than at a cafe with witch in its name? You’re not the one I’m looking for but you’ve got tricks up your sleeves don’t you? I’ll bet you could give me a hint, help me find the lost witch and I won’t have to leave anymore messages.” Noah paused and turned his head to look towards The Witch’s Brew where there had been a very human reaction to the scene inside only moments ago. “Hey was that your friend screaming, it was quite lovely, I think I’d like to hear it again. How ‘bout it, by the pricking of your thumbs, bring us Shay, or something wicked her way comes.” He turned back towards her, showing no concern or any sense of danger at his situation. He wondered how the witch would react to a threat against her human friend, if witches even concerned themselves with human lives or if they were more akin to vampires in such matters.





Time: Rest of the night/Next day early afternoon
Location: OH HQ/Diner
Interaction with: none

Much to his annoyance outside the exhibit were several operatives from Operation Humanity. The humans who tried to flee had been stunned unconscious, probably to cover up the whole vampire debacle. It made sense, the mass panic that would ensue if most people knew what was out there would be much worse than keeping people in the dark. The world certainly did not need modern day witch trials. Still being electrocuted unconscious and waking up in a OH interrogation room was not a fun way to continue his night, even if he could understand the reasoning behind it.

Unsurprisingly, a secret military monster hunting group knew far more about him by the time he woke up than he ever did about them. The Holy Saviors, at least when he’d been a part of it, kept a very low opinion of OH. Not only did they allegedly use witches in the development of their weapons, there were also rumors that they did ‘unnatural experiments’ on their operatives as well. Though to be fair Father Xavier also considered everything from vaccines to removing ones appendix to be an ‘unnatural experiment,’so Eli didn’t exactly put much stock in anything he’d heard from that source. They asked a ton of questions regarding the vampire incident while answering none of his own.

What Eli told the operatives of OH was mainly focused on the vampires. They already knew there were werewolves, no use lying about that, it wasn’t as if he could pretend he hadn’t seen giant lycanthropes tossing vampires around. When asked which direction they were headed he could honestly say he had no idea, they left out the back and that was all he knew. He briefly mentioned the redhead and the insane child, both of whom he suspect worked for them, but said nothing of the witch. She’d been at the art gallery initially in disguise, and he omitted her from anything he told Operation Humanity. Sure, she could be working with them too, maybe that was what she and Red had been arguing about, but just to play it safe he acted like he hadn’t seen anyone besides the child playing with fire at the art gallery.

Then came their recruitment speech, offering him a place in their organization that came with a thick contract and rather tempting signing bonus. While he was more than sure the resources they could provide would make his job a hell of a lot easier, signing up with a secret military operation would have far more strings attached than he could imagine. He’d already left one cult and wasn’t looking to join another, especially one so well controlled and funded; there was little chance that they’d let someone who worked for them just walk away. Upon being led out of the one building he spotted a brief glimpse of Colonel Trotter; the man, the myth, the mustache, himself. Then a black hood was placed over his head and he was driven back into town in complete darkness. Once he finally made it back to his apartment he finished off his night with his usual pre-bedtime ritual; drinking until he could finally pass out. It wasn’t the healthiest coping mechanism but when one’s soul becomes as burdened as his had, it was the only reliable way to sleep. If he did have dreams while passed out drunk he never had the unpleasant memories of them, and that made a morning hangovers more than worth it.

A bad night and a morning hangover were best settled with a morning cigarette, diner food, and black coffee. The diner was within walking distance, as was just about everywhere in Ember Grove, so he smoked his morning cigarette as he walked there. The first cigarette of the morning was always the best one, the only one that still gave a taste of that nicotine buzz and he savored every inhale. This was one of the few times where his mind was clear, and his only thoughts were of his cigarette and a peaceful view of the overcast sky. Inside the diner he ate alone, enjoying the unlimited coffee refills, and letting the calmness of the morning linger before he had to again worry about all the creatures that lurked in the shadows of Ember Grove.
In Avalia → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Azriel & Bowyn



Bowyn tried to pull his façade back up, he needed to make sure nothing about his words or expression would give him away to whoever he was to dance with next. He followed the enchanted paper the dance’s host had supplied but as he approached, he could feel Boreas becoming uneasy. The merlin’s talons dug further into him than was necessary to simply perch. He glanced at the bird sensing its stress and locked eyes with Boreas. Bowyn and the bird both shared a weariness of strangers, and he couldn’t be sure if this particular stranger made the bird uneasy or simply his own stress at the whole affair. “It’s fine, we can handle this. The last one wasn’t so bad right?” He told Boreas, words he barely believed himself but he tried to believe them. Boreas always had a talent for knowing when he was lying. He moved his eyes towards his new dance partner, a type of winged demihuman often referred to as Angels. “Look she’s a bird Demihuman, bet you two have a lot in common.” He added though the bird seemed unconvinced.

“Some birds eat other birds.” Boreas reminded him.

”A fair point but I don’t believe we have much choice in the matter so behave and I won’t let the bird-lady eat you.” He whispered to the bird before making the rest of his way towards the winged woman. Boreas complied, staying impassive on the fairy’s shoulder though his eyes still kept a close watch on the stranger. While Bowyn certainly didn’t have any trust in the stranger he did write the merlin’s concern off as just not liking other birds. Once in front of the Angel he bowed as was customary and offered his hand out for the dance. “Good evening, may I have this dance.” He asked, offering a friendly but insincere smile.

Azriel had been scanning the crowd as she slowly made her way through it, looking for any curious figures though she knew it wasn’t likely to spot a rebel that easily or a human. She also took a moment to see who Darius had been paired with as well, purely out of curiosity and to just note where the human ended up. Her attention was caught as she heard someone speak to her and she looked at the man before her. She eyed him and the bird on his shoulder only for a moment before grinning at them. Now this was a curious person, but not because she suspected him to be a rebel or anything. No it was more of the fact that he was a winter fairy. ”Yes you may.” She responded as she dipped down into a curtsy while taking his hand as he’d offered. ”I suppose introductions are in order. I’m Azriel and I must say it is a delight to see one of your kind here tonight. It’s not often one is graced by the presence of a winter fairy. Perhaps your presence is a sign of a good omen?” She kept a playful smile on her face as the music began.

Bowyn struggled to stifle a laugh at being referred to as a good omen, that was one he’d certainly never heard before. Instead of meeting her words with outright laughter he flashed a smile of genuine amusement. It was still strange to think of his kind as the rarity they were to the rest of Avalia and the notion of anyone being ‘graced by his presence’ was damn near comical to him. The dance itself was simple enough, it didn’t take much to keep up with the steps and the slow pace. The real trick was how to maneuver the conversation, what to reveal and what to keep hidden and that was the task he kept his mind focused on. He stuck with what he’d decided earlier, to stick with half truths rather than outright lies, as they were harder to detect, and easier to keep track of. Even when sticking only to part of the truth, his tone was easily more sincere and lacked the hint of stress found in a lie.

“A good omen? That’s a new one, what sort of portents do you hope I bring? Perhaps some relief from the near sweltering heat in Roshmi? I am beginning to understand why my kind rarely stray this far south.” Bowyn made a casual and light hearted joke, generally when conversing with boring people the weather was a safe topic. Then again, Azriel, both in attire and composure, struck him as anything but boring. “I’m Bowyn, and it’s really my pleasure to make your acquaintance, Azriel. I must say, excluding my companion here, you have the most elegant wings I’ve ever seen.” He added, in an attempt to shift the conversation towards her. Most people preferred to talk about themselves anyhow and that made figuring them out much easier. What Bowyn lacked in social skill he easily made up for with his knowledge of birds. There was little a bird took more pride in than its feathers and especially its wings. He could only assume that such pride extended towards the Avian demi’s as well.

”Oh most definitely relief from this horrid heat we have.” Azriel responded to his joke, giving him her own amused smile. So far this fairy was proving to be quite intriguing indeed. He seemed to have a quick wit to him and a humor that she appreciated. He didn’t seem to be anything like the forest fairies that she and Umber had encountered not too long ago. Perhaps the cold of the north made them not so soft as their southern brethren. His next comment caught her a bit off guard and she couldn’t contain a giggle as she eyed the bird on his shoulder for a brief second. ”Well don’t you know how to charm an angel. Thank you for the compliment, I am quite proud of these wings. Your own wings are quite intriguing to me, however. So intricate and pretty looking, yet they also seem like they’d be quite fragile. How on earth do you keep them from harm?” She asked with a small smirk, genuinely curious about the subject.

“That’s an easy one, though they are sturdier than they look, I keep my wings and myself far away from harm.” Bowyn replied, although his grin faded as he realized that was no longer the truth. Her innocent question sent his mind spiraling towards dark thoughts. He had certainly considered the possibility, or rather the extreme likelihood, that his recent foray into foolishness would get him killed. That he could almost handle but the possibility of hurting his wings and then to go on without flight was a fate he had not considered. That seemed worse than death, to live only on the ground and never fly, never have that true sense of freedom one only felt in the skies. “Could you imagine, to lose flight?” Bowyn shuddered at the thought, “I think I’d rather die.”

He tried to keep his mind from continuing down such a dark path, but couldn’t help but wonder. Would he give that up? To end Aeryn’s undead existence, surely, for that cause, he’d even gladly trade places and take on her fate. But to help Torvi and Belle, would he be willing to sacrifice something like his wings. Flight and magic were the things he valued most, even when he had nothing, he had those to make life bearable. He had to stop himself from thinking on this further, this was not where his mind should be, so he forced himself to focus first on the steps of the dance, then on Azriel. “Apologies, such dark topics have no place here. Tell me have you been to the floating city? I hear it’s the most beautiful place in all of Avalia.” He continued, attempting to turn the conversation towards something more pleasant, with a forced smile and a sick churning in his stomach.

”Sadly I can say I can imagine losing flight.” Azriel said with a small sigh as she ruffled her wings a little bit, the memory still fresh in her mind. ”You see when I was a little girl I experienced the cruelties of this world. I was enslaved by terrible people and when I made one little mistake they beat me horribly, broke my wings, and left me in the middle of nowhere to die. I would have died even if it weren’t for one person who found me, took pity on me, and showed me a small amount of kindness by nursing me back to health and mending my wings. But for a long time I couldn’t fly, having to relearn the skill over time.” She explained, a strange sadness filling her as she remembered it all. She’d eventually gotten her revenge for the atrocity dealt to her, but the memory still hurt even to this day. She was glad when the subject changed and she chuckled a little at his question. ”Why yes I have been there. It is quite a beautiful city, but it’s filled with quite a pompous race. They might even rival the light elves!” She said jokingly with a smirk, hoping to maybe even make him laugh a little bit.

Bowyn was more than a bit surprised by Azriel’s first response, not because the cruelty of others ever shocked him but at how she could share such things with a stranger. To share his darkest moments was something he could rarely do even when he had friends other than Boreas. To be so open with a stranger, to show another any sign of weakness, was a strange form of trust that he rarely offered anyone, but it seemed she had extended a small amount of trust to him. It was jarring enough to lower his guard, someone who would allow themselves to be vulnerable in such a way did not seem like an enemy to him. If anything, he found her to be one of the more likable creatures from his own world, and the realization that they shared a similar opinion on elves only made him relax further. Certainly not enough that he thought her a rebel, for she seemed neither foolish nor naive, and he had no plans to share what Cora had told him with anyone but Torvi and Belle either way. But as things stood, Azriel was someone he would gladly share a drink with, if he ever had time again for pleasantries.

It was her comment on Elves though, that genuinely made him laugh, forgetting for a moment that he had shown up here with fake elf friends and sharing his own jab. “That is a surprise, I wasn’t aware anyone could rival the arrogance of elves. I am always shocked to see them out in public, can’t imagine what it took for them to pry themselves away from a mirror.” He said with a grin. He was more than a bit surprised at his own disappointment as the music began to fade signaling the forced dancing was coming to an end. He had begun to suspect that the only other people he found tolerable were the humans not from his world. However, his interaction with Azriel was beginning to make him second guess his belief that everyone in Avalia could be so easily written off as not worth his time. “I don’t say this to many people, because I have believed for a long time that most people are garbage, but it has truly been a pleasure to meet you. It is rare these days to find good company, and it seems I lucked out, having met an Angel without any elven attitude. May you always fly free Azriel, and may you know a kinder world.” Bowyn spoke, his smile easy and sincere now, and his words no longer mere half-truths, but genuine.

The sound of his laughter surprisingly made Azriel genuinely smile. Why had she never truly taken the time before to converse with others? She’d now had two very enjoyable conversations tonight and it had her questioning some things. How strange, perhaps she would ponder this at a later date as she unfortunately wouldn’t have the time after this dance. ”Truly the pleasure has been mine Bowyn. I had written off so many in this world that I never thought to take the time to really speak with another. You have shown me that perhaps it’s beneficial to do so sometimes. So I must thank you for that. I do hope that we run into each other again in the future and can have another pleasant conversation like this.” She said as the music came to an end and she stepped away from him, dipping into a curtsy once more. ”Keep those wings protected, my friend, as I’d love to share a flight with you in the future.” And with that she turned to leave the dance, feeling strangely happy as she made her way over to get herself a drink and stand off the side of the dance floor. While she’d enjoyed her dances, that was quite enough dancing for her tonight. Now she needed to stand back and observe the event in front of her.
In Ember Grove - Reboot → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Night
Location: The Witch’s Brew
Interaction with: Desecrating some corpses


His time spent riding aimlessly in the truck had provided Noah with one useful sight, a sign for a small cafe he’d never really paid much attention to, The Witch’s Brew. This was the perfect spot for his next move, it even had the word ‘witch’ in its name. Noah, of course, had no idea that such a place was owned and run by the oldest and most powerful witch in Ember Grove. Nor did he have any real reason to believe it was some kind of witch hot spot, but what he did know was that if Ember Grove had a vampire themed hangout he would most certainly go there for the sheer irony of it. He could only assume that witches might have the same appreciation for kitschy irony as well, and that statistically, at least a handful of the cafe’s patrons must be witches. Maybe one of them would know of Shay, or if he succeeded in creating enough of a scene, perhaps she would hear of such a thing on the news. He could imagine the headline now ‘Satanic Slaying found inside The Witch’s Brew’ and such a thought made him grin. Many years ago his father used to be the one writing those headlines, and now it would be Noah who made them.

He needed her attention, needed her to be drawn out so that he could better hunt her, she would start making mistakes. He knew his message had to be clear and bold. Something that couldn’t be easily swept under the rug like so many crimes of Ember Grove. He needed to grab the town’s attention, make sure that his message would reach Shay, that it would reach every witch in town. So he waited in the backseat of a car in the back lot of one of the bars until his victims arrived. To his luck two humans came to the car, already very intoxicated, and therefore so much easier for him to deal with. Normally Noah preferred to play games with his prey, but humans were not what he was hunting right now, the witch was. He snapped the neck of the driver before savagely tearing the throat of the passenger, finally getting the meal he’d been craving for most of the night. By now it was very late at night, most people of Ember Grove were gone from the streets, the majority of creatures out at this time were likely up to things almost as devious as Noah was.

After he fed he was calmer, it was easier to focus on the rest of his plan, his mind was no longer drifting away to thoughts of his past. He parked the car near the back door of the cafe close to the dumpster. Breaking in was easy, a locked door was no match for his vampiric strength. The body of the victim with a snapped neck was drug inside, carefully placed propped against the tree that grew inside the cafe. A decorative bird cage that he found inside was then placed over the victims head, whose neck had been twisted enough to make it look like the corpse was always trying to watch it’s back. In Noah’s mind this was all too perfect, it was just like the cage they would return the witch to, a cage for a pet. While she could watch her back all she wanted, just like the body Noah posed in the cafe, he believed her fate was already determined.

Noah had brought with him a handful of things that he’d grabbed from home; a knife, a gift tag, a greeting card, and a can of bright red spray paint. Now it was time to wrap his gift, which came in the form of entrails removed from the victim he’d drained of blood earlier. These he used to decorate the tree inside the cafe much in the same way his family had decorated their christmas tree. Taking them from the corpse already mostly drained of blood made much less of a mess than he anticipated, and he hoped this would only further confuse those who came upon his scene. Once this was completed he set to work on preparing a bow for his gift.

A pair of eyes perfectly plucked out were placed upon the counter right next to the cash register, with a severed tongue in front of them. Both of these parts had been harvested from the body with a snapped neck that now sat under the tree. A few stray droplets of blood were scattered around the counter but for the most part he left a much cleaner scene than he had in the woods. This time Noah thought things out more, he was careful and deliberate. He left a gift tag, tied around the piercing on the severed tongue, it was written in blood and stated simply, ‘To: Shay, From:’ and rather than his name he signed it with a crescent moon drawn in blood. Noah knew his own name wasn’t well known, it would carry no weight, but a moon drawn in blood would point those with supernatural knowledge towards Sanguine Moon, and that would have to do for now, until his own name became one that struck fear. He wasn’t sure if news of this part of his gift would reach Shay but he really hoped it would.

He continued his project with the can of spray paint, writing out ‘SHAY’ in big red letters on the wooden floor in front of the counter. Even after the majority of the mess he was making here was cleaned up, the message on the floor would be much harder to get rid of, and Noah wondered how long it would sit there. He wondered if at some point she’d walk in and see it, and know that he’d killed people because of her, because she had defied Drake. He really hoped she would, it would serve a nice reminder for when they got her back what would happen if she tried anything again. In the dark he looked around for a pen to sign the card before he left. The card was mostly plain with Happy Halloween on the front and a picture of a black cat wearing a pointed witches hat sitting next to a jack-o-lantern. Inside he wrote, ‘Bring us Shay, or more will die’ and signed it with a happy face that had a pair of fangs. He placed the card in the hands of the victim with no eyes, tongue, and a twisted neck, leaving his bright red paint stained fingerprints on the card. Before he left the cafe he washed blood from his hands in the sink, and took one last look at his beautiful masterpiece, wondering if Lord Drake himself would be proud of such a work of art.

Noah envisioned how the morning would play out, the look of shock and horror on the face of whoever came to open the cafe, the building soon covered in police tape, the hours they would spend collecting evidence. He had no reason to worry about fingerprints or DNA, if anything was even able to be traced back to him, it would only lead them to a missing and presumed dead teen from years ago. Nosey journalists would desperately try to pry into the details, releasing as much of the grizzly scene to the public as they could get their hands on. Ember Grove was used to mysterious disappearances, the occasional body found mauled in the woods, but this would be different. Vampires rarely made such a proud spectacle of their work, he would have all the attention that the truly great monsters of history only ever got. He would be Ember Groves very own Jack the Ripper, and that thought filled Noah with a bubbling giddiness that he never felt before.

He drove the car, along with what remained of the bloodless corpse tucked away in the trunk, deep into the woods and left it there. Instead of returning home to his clan, he walked back to The Witch’s Brew where it’s back door still sat slightly ajar. He didn’t intend to miss what would happen when his gift was found, the best part about giving gifts was watching people open them after all. Noah climbed up to the roof of the building that sat right next to the cafe, the sheer anticipation building in him as time crept by. Soon the place was due to open, soon somebody would arrive and he could watch it all unfold. He hoped to hear a scream right out of a horror movie, and with his enhanced vampire sight he felt confident he would be able to spot the reactions of those who saw such horror. He would stay here all day, although the thought of hanging around in the daylight greatly annoyed him, it would be worth it in the end, to watch the chaos his plan would unleash. To watch for any reactions that could point him towards more witches, anyone who could bring him closer to catching his prey.
In Ember Grove - Reboot → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Night
Location: The KILL Truck
Interaction with: Adrian @role model

Time kept ticking by, time he was wasting at a McDonalds drive thru, all while thirst burned in his throat. To keep himself occupied Noah fiddled with everything in the car the way a child would. He messed with the air conditioning until it was blasting out freezing air onto his undead skin. He alternated between unlocking and locking the door as the button made a satisfying and repeated popping noise and switching the radio stations until he found mariachi music. He fully reclined his seat and alternated next with rolling the window up and down repeatedly, and slowly increasing the radio volume to see how loud it got before Adrian found it irritating. It was something he did almost instinctively and it took a several minutes before he remembered why; this was how he used to annoy his mother.

“Noah William Beaumont, I swear to god if you don’t knock it off, I am buying you a strait jacket.” A voice was heard only in his own head, his mother’s voice. Not angry but with it’s comforting mix of exasperation and amusement, followed by a slight chuckle. A cold chill ran threw him that had nothing to do with the blasting AC in the car and he immediately sat up straight in the reclined seat. For a single second he saw his mother’s face in the review mirror, looking as she did the day he had found her dead; pale, emaciated, and hauntingly peaceful. His head snapped behind him to check but there was nothing there; no ghouls just his mind playing its tricks again. He slowly reached down and returned his seat to its upright position just as a human handed coffee over to Adrian.

Noah wanted to grab the human through the car window; why shouldn’t he, Adrian had his silly human drink, why shouldn’t Noah have blood now? But he didn’t, solely for the fact that Adrian was between him and the prey. Even more appalling than the smell of grease and oil was Adrian flirting with prey like it was worth anything. He hoped they would follow the car in front of him, the car that held them up for so long, and feed on its passengers before they consumed the greasy food and made their blood taste like the grease smelled. Before he could make his suggestion to Adrian though, his cell phone chimed with its new message for him. A text from Olivia, Warden of his clan, and her words were laws. It seemed such a strange way for creatures of such immense power to communicate, so pedestrian, to use cell phones. Vampires in movies never gave orders in such an anti-climactic way, and Noah liked the dramatic flair he saw in cinematic vampires.

Any means necessary? He texted back focusing now on his fortunate distraction.

Yes. The single word Noah had wanted, for it meant his dark imagination would have no limits.

“Guilty of?” He responded to Adrian’s question with a shrug. What other reason was needed beside her return was his master’s will? “She is Lord Drake’s pet and she has run away. He wants her found and we should find her first.” Noah told him, and that was really all he knew about the witch. Why his Lord wanted her didn’t really matter to him, only the potential for praise when he found the witch mattered to him. The text meant that now more vampires would be looking. Bodies left to be found in the woods would longer do, he needed the witch’s attention drawn out faster. A message the witch would find quickly, the McDonalds would have been a good place, but it was gone now. He didn’t want to go back and he didn’t want to share. He’d let Adrian worry about coffee and flirting with the prey, and Noah would concern himself with only finding Drake’s pet. Then we he found the witch his clan would be proud of him, they’d see how loyal he was, he would earn respect.

“Are we going home now? We should think of plan to catch the witch for tomorrow night.” Noah added, starring out the window as the truck rolled down the highway. He tried to clear his mind from the dwelling on things he did not want to remember, focusing on his gnawing thirst and letting it ground him back to what he now was; a vampire and not a human child, and he had a job to do. He had no intention of spending any time resting until his hunt was finished. He already had a new plan, and Noah thought it was a good one.
In Avalia → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
In Avalia → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

In Avalia → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Evening
Location: Roshmi City
Interactions: Risa @princess


Cade froze for a moment as the royal blooded fairy pet the fur on his paw like hand. Had his dance partner been anyone else, anyone without a royal bloodline that he held in the highest regards, his reaction would have been a very different one. However, circumstances being what they were, Cade stifled any outburst at both being referred to as ‘fluffy’ and being petted, though his tail flicked with annoyance. He did not normally allow strangers to pet him based on their whims, for he was no creatures pet. Instead, Cade focused on her words, for the honor of speaking to royalty was a great one and he would try not to waste it. She had asked him for his name, and for a moment he forgot it, standing speechless at the thought that a member of true royalty would now know his name. For the time being his name carried no weight, he was yet to become the great warrior he aspired to, but one day he dreamed of being someone worth remembering.

“I am Cadence of a Thunderstorm, but many simply call me Cade.” He spoke his name proudly, mirroring none of the humbleness Risa held when she had shared her own name. “And my people believe in the power of names and of heritage, and your family name, Princess Risa, holds a great deal of power. A name that sparks hope, and that is powerful weapon against darkness. The fairies I have met speak great things about you, and you do not disappoint.” Cade added. It did not feel right to address the fairy only as Risa even if she had introduced herself that way, even to use her first name almost sounded wrong. Cade still found himself at a loss for words, what else could say to a royal that would hold any interest, he was just a simple cat. What he did know was that all fairies he had meet before enjoyed a good dance, so he focused on that, taking the opportunity to raise their entangled hands up and gently spin Risa. He continued to focus on the dancing, not wanting to make any mistakes that would make himself look bad in front of a princess. Cade kept an easy smile despite his nervousness, for he was dancing with great royalty. He wondered if things were as Artemis had suggested, and that right now perhaps it was his mother that was smiling down on him. If she was, this moment would have made her very proud.
In Ember Grove - Reboot → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Evening
Location: Ember Grove University-Art Exhibit
Interaction with: Angel@princess, Remy@masterducky

Eli held back from the witch and redheaded hunter once he saw the other hunter let up some. Whatever they were discussing fell under the category of not his business now as long as the conversation didn’t escalate. He wasn’t here to piss off other hunters, and didn’t want to allow himself to be distracted the way he had earlier. With two more werewolves entering the exhibit, he certainly couldn’t afford to place his attention anywhere else. He hoped they were with the wolf who’d helped inside because where vampires who actively killed innocent people were a pretty obvious call, putting down a werewolf was a much more difficult matter, both physically and mentally. In his limited experience, werewolves didn’t really kill for fun, they were mostly people who occasionally had trouble with control. The wolf whose red eyes that indicated she was an alpha was clearly in control, but the other one let out a frightening howl.

The red head passed by him with a quick ‘your right,’ before attacking another vampire, and he noted that she killed like she was built for it. She had the same distant and cold presence that the majority of other hunters he’d come across carried. Holy Saviors, of course, were a bit of a different story, but the inviting friendliness they had was nothing more than a convincing lie. Coldness was not exactly conducive to cult recruitment. He understood the chilly aura of other hunters for what it was, a means of self-preservation. He took a quick glance back to check on the witch but she was long gone. A shame as he had meant to thank her for whatever spell she’d cast earlier that had prevented him from being killed.

He watched carefully as the alpha wolf moved towards the large wolf who had let out the howl that shook the ceiling. He moved slowly towards the redhead and the child, not wanting to make any sudden movements that could startle a werewolf. ”So is the wolf pack with you or should I be worried that it might be past their dinner time?” He asked the other hunter, keeping his voice low so as not to worry the hat stealing child that was with her. He had a clip with silver bullets in his pocket but did not want to grab the gun from its holster to switch the ammo out, he didn’t want to do anything that might provoke the wolves. ”Hey tiny hat thief, you know I have it on good authority that Santa’s always watching and he doesn’t like to see stealing.” Eli said, addressing the kid with a half hearted attempt at a serious tone. It wasn’t like he could actually be all that mad with a vampire killing, werewolf riding, child. Even if she was a thief, that would just be silly.
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