Temperance

Into the Harsh Light of Day

here.

The Dragon Masters

@Bishop feel free to have the black dragon.

This rp seems like it'll be faster paced from what I was expecting & I won't be able to make a cs right away because of the holidays.

I am being shuffled around for my job right now because of the season & I don't want to keep people waiting especially if they wanted that dragon.

The Dragon Masters

Dragons, dragons!

Subscribed ATM. ^^

Either female Elf/fairy/or fallen

Might go with ice or black.

Into the Harsh Light of Day

Good grief. I hate when I look over my writing for the hundredth time & still spot bloopers.

Makes me gag.

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This coming week is going to be a bit hectic for me. I am going to be shuffled around a ton but the hotels will have WiFi so I'll definitely check in.

@Mythos yep, I had already been up for an hour. Not a morning person by any means but the job sometimes demands it.

@BreakingMe & no, I do not work a standard 9-5

Into the Harsh Light of Day

Katarina Sorenson
‘We’re only just beginning & it’s over…’

It was just like Aldaric to never back down from a challenge. He was completely indifferent and seemed to enjoy a good argument. Before long sharp words between both vampires were being thrown and Katarina made sure not a droplet of blood had split upon her flesh before joining them. Not every vampire created choas while devouring their prey. The fun messy stuff was kept behind closed doors never in public. She wasn't a complete animal after all.

The young vampiress remained silent as the dissatisfied vampire retorted at Aldaric's reasoning. However, he did not deny being referred to as a Pureblood. Katrina's intrigue had spiked. Feral Purebloods were rare and she wondered where he had been hiding. Her sire would surely have invited him to one of the prohibition parties but she couldn't recall ever meeting him.

'Pureblood. He's a Pureblood. Pure, pure, blood, blood.' She thought quietly while trying to compose herself. Katarina closed azure hues and cracked her neck with a slight lift of her chin, and rotated her head to the left a bit in a sharp circular motion. Repetitious thoughts were all thanks to her addiction as well as her obsessive tendencies. She soon shook away the madness but another sensation took hold.

Paranoia. It was indeed a blood bath in here and they were standing near the edge of it. Katarina motioned for her belongings from the vampire who attended to storing coats and placed purses in the VIP safes. Within a flash the male attendant began sliding an ankle length vintage flare coat over her pale arms, and handed her the purse she had arrived with concealing a walther gun.

"Enough." Katarina said in agitation. Her personality tended to change during moments of anxiety or hunger. She was much more aggressive and demanding.

"Aldaric, we should leave. Continue this conversation another time. We have overstayed our welcome." Then turning her attention to the Pureblood she began to speak.

"You. I do intend to fight this war. I must prove my worth and become stronger but as far as my soul, I sold it a long time ago when I accepted to become…this." Clearly, only a fool would not notice the regrets she tightly held onto.

"We are finished here but I am sure Aldaric would not mind your contribution to this cause. You would be a formidable ally, should you agree." A bit of hope could be heard in her speech.

Had Katarina let this heated debate continue Aldaric would stand here indomitably, and discuss his plans and deep seeted hatred for The Society till the end of days. Like the Pureblood had mentioned prior, they would need to keep moving on at least until everything was situated. To be caught before preparations were complete was simply not an option. Losing her new family and Aldaric would destroy what sanity remained. Though, the possibility of their true deaths were highly likely at least they would seek justice together.

A slender arm wrapped around Aldaric's toned one to gently begin nudging him toward the back of the raves exit. Katarina wondered if the passionate Pureblood would follow but after listening to his views the hope of a strong vampire such as himself would refuse. Holding no ill will toward him because she would understand his refusal. Aldaric did seem like a fanatic but was his cause not just? To a few the very thought was blasphemous but their opinions did not matter. His mind was made up and as for hers…well, she would blindly follow her dearest companion either way.

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good morning everyone, well, morning for me at least.

@EthTenshi yup, I saw that movie when it came out. Interesting concept.

I like everyones posts so far & will write after Mythos.

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@Mythos I booked through my post so I could type it up on my computer otherwise I am stuck using my tablet. (Just got back into roleplaying too so hopefully it's not a complete mess of fluff...)

I need to buy a 2 in 1 soon because typing on that thing is so damn frustrating. I refuse to use my cell...too tiny.

Also, I won't be using the color for speech anymore because said tablet but if it is blinding anyone let me know, & I'll change it.

Into the Harsh Light of Day

Katarina Sorenson
‘We’re only just beginning & it’s over…’

Nervously a lithe figure waited behind double doors dressed in a simple yet elegant onyx dress. A backless design with a plunging neckline accentuated her heavenly frame. Katarina had never been able to grow accustom to some of modern day wear. She preferred a classic approach such as vintage styled dresses or draped blouses with form fitting pants as everyday clothing. Tonight was special and she made sure to dress the part of an honored guest. There was still a bit of doubt in her mind if she would be viewed as beautiful to the crowd, however.

Without much time to wonder both doors parted suddenly illuminating her silhouette with light, which also flooded her crystal blue eyes. Tousled locks swayed gracefully over visibly alluring shoulder blades while stepping forward to greet an old friend. They had met at one of her sire’s prohibition parties and he had made quite the impression. Vampires gave into his words without him having the ability to control them, and he had coerced her to join in his cause. The thought of belonging again gave the pessimistic vampiress hope, although his speech did feel a bit threatening in some respect.

Unfortunately, someone out among the crowd disproved. The notion shocking to believe because this specific vampire was also one of addicted. Well, she could only assume he was because this rave was directed toward ferals. Her head tilted at one of his statements. ‘Let the arse go, and he’ll go back and tell the others you’re not to be messed with.’ Odd. Was he implying he had the power to do this? Could he be a pureblood? No, of course not.

Katarina’s shoulders adjusted while straightening her exposed back toward the vampire’s challenging words. Was he actually…raising his voice at her? Internally she sighed at his words ‘succumb to this.’ How morbidly kind but it was already done. Life was already done and she could not stop this hunger; a hunger for vampire blood and to become stronger. She was weak. The weak always perish and so they should. This world Katarina was intertwined with could not afford a weakling. What other choice did she have?

A long drawn out pause commenced. Enough so that one would swear the whole crowd were holding their breath in anxiousness. Black heels peeked through from underneath the bottom of her lengthy dress as Katarina took a step forward. It would seem that the platinum blond had changed her mind about taking Mr. Pinkis’ life. Lightly glossed lips slightly parted as if she were about to speak but stopped midway revealing pearly fangs as pale blue eyes began swirling into a crimson hue completely altering their previous delicate state. The vampire did not look especially innocent anymore.

Words were not a strength the young vampire possessed. Usually they failed her during the most inconvenient moments and due to a heavy Swedish accent that usually made matters worse. She wanted to explain her reasons, God, did she ever. Wanted to divulge into her past and explain how she had no choice in the matter to become feral in the first place. With one raised on vampire blood it would be difficult to persuade her otherwise. Just recently she started drinking human blood in an attempt to wean herself. Grueling as it is. A perpetual nightmare addiction was and she could not stop. Not with this offering freely displayed in front of her, dripping with blood. It was too much.

Without warning Katarina’s glistening teeth sank into flesh which gave way with little resistance. 'Forgive me for my weakness' she thought painfully. A faint pop sounded and both canines were plunged deep into a giving vein. This whole experience lackluster as vampire blood did not even seem to sate her thirst these days. With every trace of Mr. Pinkis’ ruby liquid swallowed her mind fantasized about purebred blood instead. There was nothing on earth more divine than that. The pure essence ruined her perspective long ago and nothing compared to it.

Somehow the traitorous vampire’s color drained further from a faint blanched shade to ghostly white. His struggling limbs ceased clearly from exhaustion of blood loss but the deed was not done. In the blink of an eye Katarina had managed to retrieve the silver dagger tucked into a garter belt holster and truly end Mr. Pinkis’ existence. Dress slits were always convenient for such things. Licking the corners of her mouth free of remaining blood a presently steady hand wiped the mess off of the blade with the perished vampire’s expensive gold tinted tie. It felt good to stop shaking but she still felt so…empty. Would the preachy long haired vampire hate her now? Why did she even care?

“There is no other way…is there?” Accented words were spoken in a near whisper as she glanced at the stranger and then turned to Aldaric.

Still feeling completely lost and hollow she hoped someone had a plan and that she did not squander it. Considering that it was also too late to take back her impulsive actions a rift between fellow ferals could be caused because of her. She did not wish for anymore controversy than already present especially among their kind. Had she made the right choice?

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Yay, the place my job sent me to has WiFi! Woot.

@Mythos @Wraithblade6 Conjuring a post.