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Also, sorry about the week absence. I had some family things, as well as a few internships I needed to set up and well... Life never likes to give anyone a break. :P
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Morgan knew that rubbing his eyes would not help his sight return - but yet, he continued, whether from a need to remove forming tears from his irritated, stinging eyes or if he was really trying to see if there was something in them. However, one thing would be clear - his animalistic instincts and senses were kicking in. A vampire is well known for having heightened senses, well beyond those of an average human. It worked nicely with this training as a sniffer when hunting for prey, but here he was angry. Rational thought was not a part of the equation. Here, the beast was about to be released and it had begun to stalk its prey.
As blind as Morgan was at the moment, the sniffer would have no trouble finding both parties. It always seemed the characters of the world, whether it be a fool or badass, always had an unique scent (perhaps it was the many paths followed that came with their job description) and their distinct scents were not far from his position. Of course, there were three stories of vertical space between his wrath and their doom, but nothing a little climbing wouldn't fix. Crouched and moving swiftly, his strong legs began to move his low figure towards where believed the edge was. A gloved hand began to feel for the edge until his perked ears heard the uttering of three words:
"Caihl tergrim, harteor."
At this moment, it was clear the light was gone and something more familiar, more friendly appeared. Shade - darkness. A grin of pure tainted joy came across the vampire's face as his eyes, though fully not capable of sight yet, began to adjust to the new found shade of light. Dark, blurry shapes began to form, the crimson eyes finding comfort in the sudden shift of lighting. Below, he would be able to see what appeared to be the hooded mercenary, but his true quarry remained unseen, at least at this point in time. She was definitely down there, and it was enough proof for the vampire to grab hold of the roof's edge and began a hasty descent, artfully jumping from ledge to hand hold in a fevered pace. If he made it to the ground uninterrupted by an attack, his vision would reddened, as he followed his nose to the blue coated woman...
However, if were to be attacked by projectile or magic during his downward climb, Morgan would waste no time seeing who attacked him. If his attacker was close enough, the vampire would take the offensive leaping from the building and attempt to pounce onto his prey. But, if the drop was too far and screamed for retreat, the sniffer would give a spine chilling hiss as hand made over foot back to the roof top to safety...
As blind as Morgan was at the moment, the sniffer would have no trouble finding both parties. It always seemed the characters of the world, whether it be a fool or badass, always had an unique scent (perhaps it was the many paths followed that came with their job description) and their distinct scents were not far from his position. Of course, there were three stories of vertical space between his wrath and their doom, but nothing a little climbing wouldn't fix. Crouched and moving swiftly, his strong legs began to move his low figure towards where believed the edge was. A gloved hand began to feel for the edge until his perked ears heard the uttering of three words:
"Caihl tergrim, harteor."
At this moment, it was clear the light was gone and something more familiar, more friendly appeared. Shade - darkness. A grin of pure tainted joy came across the vampire's face as his eyes, though fully not capable of sight yet, began to adjust to the new found shade of light. Dark, blurry shapes began to form, the crimson eyes finding comfort in the sudden shift of lighting. Below, he would be able to see what appeared to be the hooded mercenary, but his true quarry remained unseen, at least at this point in time. She was definitely down there, and it was enough proof for the vampire to grab hold of the roof's edge and began a hasty descent, artfully jumping from ledge to hand hold in a fevered pace. If he made it to the ground uninterrupted by an attack, his vision would reddened, as he followed his nose to the blue coated woman...
However, if were to be attacked by projectile or magic during his downward climb, Morgan would waste no time seeing who attacked him. If his attacker was close enough, the vampire would take the offensive leaping from the building and attempt to pounce onto his prey. But, if the drop was too far and screamed for retreat, the sniffer would give a spine chilling hiss as hand made over foot back to the roof top to safety...
Merc, shall I post first or do you want the honors?
Dark Jack said
A vampire does require their blood to be actually applied to their wounds (from the wound itself or by extracting it from elsewhere) to trigger their accelerated healing, which is why fire is such an effective way of weakening or even destroying them. Cauterizing the wound would mean that Morgan would not regenerate that particular wound as rapidly as he usually would have unless he was injured somewhere else for him to bleed and apply blood from.
Hm. Okay, I figured as much, but just wanted to make sure. Thanks Jack!
Dark Jack said
Although admittedly I'd think that it would be much more worrying that a hole was rendered in his - in this case they would even be burned through - allowing part of him to come into direct contact with sunlight... which would be far more lethal to Morgan than any flame. Actually he's incredibly lucky that he hasn't ripped his clothes while climbing around those buildings, or he might have burst into flame and melted before he ever had a chance to do much of anything.
And I honestly hadn't thought about this... Another thing to remember for the future, I suppose. :o
Jack, another quick question:
As for Morgan's healing factor - does he need free flowing blood for this to occur? (as the mystery lady's sword instantly cauterizing the wound could be a problem if this were the case... ^_^;)
As for Morgan's healing factor - does he need free flowing blood for this to occur? (as the mystery lady's sword instantly cauterizing the wound could be a problem if this were the case... ^_^;)
Brawls, duels, and all manner of violent single combat before. The vampire had high expectations for both fighters - thrown blades, fancy footwork, an intricate display of footwork, and/or even a sprinkle of advanced techniques of elemental magic. But, out of all of the actions to have happened, Morgan was not expecting such a strong offensive move by woman.
A startled cry came from his mouth as he attempted to jump backward from the blinding blast, but to no avail. For several moments he wouldn’t be able to comprehend to what happened. His eyes had felt as if he had decided to look directly into the sun for several hours. True fear overcame him as he scrabbled away from the edge of the rooftop on his back, desperately attempting to find his surroundings beyond the roof’s edge and to temporary safety. Someone this powerful, to take away his sight - he needed to know what was happening around him. ’How did she summon the sun?’ Morgan knew that he wasn’t burning, at least as far as he could tell - he was in too much pain from the unexpected (and usually avoided) source of light. Would he be attacked? What if he was blind forever? How would he survive?
Panic began to well upside him as the vampire found his staff, which had been let go in his surprised state. A sense of control came and he slowly shakily rose to his feet. Something from the past, a voice he had long forgotten. It echoed through his mind, a distant, comforting memory: Pull it together - you can do this. Remember what I taught you. Morgan’s body, though still shaking, rose to his full height, straightening as he clenched his staff tighter. The trapped animal willl — must be placed under control. Sight is not my only sense.[i] It was a fact that was often forgotten, even though he was well aware that his “gift” had given him enhanced smell and hearing. The panicking animal that had been clawing at Morgan’s mind was calming - at least until an unfamiliar voice came from behind him. A instinctive, terrified hiss was issued in the direction of the voice, trying to make the individual just as frightened as Morgan was. The vampire even blindly swung his weapon heavily at the voice’s origins, though Morgan’s knobbed staff wouldn’t even be close to hitting its target. Despite the sniffer’s offensive actions, the voice’s message came through:
“Flee from this place and tell the Ducal guards that I had defended myself from her brash actions.”
[i]’Flee? Tell the guards? Fright turned confusion - almost in an amused manner. Him? A vampire… go tell the guards? ’No - No, that won’t happen. The man had disappeared, but before he apparently vanished into thin air, he would hear one word, “No.” Morgan’s fright had begun to transform - the animal that had been cowering in the corner, so to speak, was beginning to feel threatened, caged. ’No man is to give me orders - never again.’ A snarl began to form on his lips as he rubbed his eyes, attempting to bring sight back, though it would more than likely not work. But one more thing was clear to the vampire - no more hiding. How dare they threaten him, in his element. Teeth exposed once more as he attempted to hear what was to occur next...
A startled cry came from his mouth as he attempted to jump backward from the blinding blast, but to no avail. For several moments he wouldn’t be able to comprehend to what happened. His eyes had felt as if he had decided to look directly into the sun for several hours. True fear overcame him as he scrabbled away from the edge of the rooftop on his back, desperately attempting to find his surroundings beyond the roof’s edge and to temporary safety. Someone this powerful, to take away his sight - he needed to know what was happening around him. ’How did she summon the sun?’ Morgan knew that he wasn’t burning, at least as far as he could tell - he was in too much pain from the unexpected (and usually avoided) source of light. Would he be attacked? What if he was blind forever? How would he survive?
Panic began to well upside him as the vampire found his staff, which had been let go in his surprised state. A sense of control came and he slowly shakily rose to his feet. Something from the past, a voice he had long forgotten. It echoed through his mind, a distant, comforting memory: Pull it together - you can do this. Remember what I taught you. Morgan’s body, though still shaking, rose to his full height, straightening as he clenched his staff tighter. The trapped animal willl — must be placed under control. Sight is not my only sense.[i] It was a fact that was often forgotten, even though he was well aware that his “gift” had given him enhanced smell and hearing. The panicking animal that had been clawing at Morgan’s mind was calming - at least until an unfamiliar voice came from behind him. A instinctive, terrified hiss was issued in the direction of the voice, trying to make the individual just as frightened as Morgan was. The vampire even blindly swung his weapon heavily at the voice’s origins, though Morgan’s knobbed staff wouldn’t even be close to hitting its target. Despite the sniffer’s offensive actions, the voice’s message came through:
“Flee from this place and tell the Ducal guards that I had defended myself from her brash actions.”
[i]’Flee? Tell the guards? Fright turned confusion - almost in an amused manner. Him? A vampire… go tell the guards? ’No - No, that won’t happen. The man had disappeared, but before he apparently vanished into thin air, he would hear one word, “No.” Morgan’s fright had begun to transform - the animal that had been cowering in the corner, so to speak, was beginning to feel threatened, caged. ’No man is to give me orders - never again.’ A snarl began to form on his lips as he rubbed his eyes, attempting to bring sight back, though it would more than likely not work. But one more thing was clear to the vampire - no more hiding. How dare they threaten him, in his element. Teeth exposed once more as he attempted to hear what was to occur next...
Curse Rilon :C
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Post is up! Lemme know if I need to fix anything!
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Post is up! Lemme know if I need to fix anything!
Jack, quick question:
Is this light similar to sunlight? Because if so... I might be in a pickle, haha.
Is this light similar to sunlight? Because if so... I might be in a pickle, haha.
Mercinus3 said
Hey guys,I do apologize if I haven't been on in a while. Things reared its ugly head at university (possibly one of the worst things that could happen during university, a death of a flatmate, occurred over the Easter holidays), so my mind has been occupied with other things. I'll try and get a post up here as soon as possible, but just so you guys know of the circumstances.M3
Sorry to hear that Merc. :/ Feel free to take your time - I'm in no rush!
Unless you would prefer me to go first, it's all you, Merc. :P
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