Post by REMUS AURIC on May 7, 2016 14:31:34 GMT -6
I'VE NEVER BEEN COMPLACENT, I CAN'T AFFORD TO BE
these days, vampires no longer needed to wait for the sun to extinguish in order to go out and play. or in remus' case, go out and wreak havoc. while enchanted talisments or jewelry had been a thing for his family for some time, having been basically royalty underneath the lockwoods, they were now a thing for nearly every vampire out there. having the good graces of a wiccan on your side[or perhaps just black mailing one] meant something as simple as a ring could prevent a fanger from burning up in the sun. it made life much more convenient, in addition to helping blend in with the human race. the latter, however, had never really been a concern to remus. see, he preferred to stick out, like some sick way of promoting his status as a supreme being. he was a predator and he sure as hell liked to remind the world of that.
even while the sunlight was of no issue to him, remus chose to wait until the moon chased away the sun before he went out for the night. not only were more people out in the nightlife, buthe also found it more entertaining to cause problems under the black sky. besides, he did better as a pale thing than a tan man. a yawn escaped him, accompanied by a roll of his eyes, as romulus scolded him about discretion. the rumors of a lycan uprise had spread well throughout the council and his twin reminded him to stay in line. he muttered something of annoyance at his brother before heading out the door, straightening his shirt as he did so.
remus was a bit of a loose canon and for that reason, his actions were spontaneous and spordaic. he caused many problems for the council...problems which his strict father never found out about. why was that? well, between romulus and his mother, they acted as damage control on his part. the vampire had very much taken on his parent's view of the world and where they stood[that they were the greatest of all creatures], but he lacked the impulse control to stay in line. truth was, he didn't even try. he did what he wanted when he wanted and worried little about repercussions. it was one reason he'd been given the job of torturing prisoners of the council - so that he would be out of the public eye and be able to act upon his urges.
before he realized where he was going, the vampire found himself within the walls of a gothic-themed club. it was nicely decorated, he had to admit, but the premise behind it was annoying to him. the place had stayed off the radar of the council only because it promoted peaceful existence with humans. at least in the way it was set up, it allowed their kind to feed in secret rather than expose them. still something of agitation to him. perhaps he'd stir up some trouble here tonight.
remus pushed a man off his bar stool only to take his place on it. "thanks for the warm seat." he sneered smugly, snapping his fingers rudely at the bartender as he demanded an immediate drink. a glass of bloodwine was placed before him, the smell of it assaulting his nose. still, he chose to pick up the glass by the stem, sipping the thick liquid. it'd barely touched his lips before he spit it out, making quite the mess. "christ, how old is this?" having been spoiled and used to fresh blood, the drink was hardly what he would have found acceptable. well, this called for a replacement drink, seeing as he wasn't satisfied.
rather than meander to the back rooms, where he could have fed on willing bleeders, remus devised his own solution - something he did all too often. though artemis had not given birth to remus and romulus, she had fed them her blood plenty of times. and with those feedings, remus had developed the same ability to manipulate the bodily substance. one snap of his fingers and a smug grin and his glass had filled with fresh blood. it was made clear where it came from only as the bartender dropped to the floor, pale as a ghost and well, dead. exsanguination...perhaps one of his favorite things. he held the glass to his lips, taking a deep drink before sighing with contentment. "ahh yes, that's much better."
even while the sunlight was of no issue to him, remus chose to wait until the moon chased away the sun before he went out for the night. not only were more people out in the nightlife, buthe also found it more entertaining to cause problems under the black sky. besides, he did better as a pale thing than a tan man. a yawn escaped him, accompanied by a roll of his eyes, as romulus scolded him about discretion. the rumors of a lycan uprise had spread well throughout the council and his twin reminded him to stay in line. he muttered something of annoyance at his brother before heading out the door, straightening his shirt as he did so.
remus was a bit of a loose canon and for that reason, his actions were spontaneous and spordaic. he caused many problems for the council...problems which his strict father never found out about. why was that? well, between romulus and his mother, they acted as damage control on his part. the vampire had very much taken on his parent's view of the world and where they stood[that they were the greatest of all creatures], but he lacked the impulse control to stay in line. truth was, he didn't even try. he did what he wanted when he wanted and worried little about repercussions. it was one reason he'd been given the job of torturing prisoners of the council - so that he would be out of the public eye and be able to act upon his urges.
before he realized where he was going, the vampire found himself within the walls of a gothic-themed club. it was nicely decorated, he had to admit, but the premise behind it was annoying to him. the place had stayed off the radar of the council only because it promoted peaceful existence with humans. at least in the way it was set up, it allowed their kind to feed in secret rather than expose them. still something of agitation to him. perhaps he'd stir up some trouble here tonight.
remus pushed a man off his bar stool only to take his place on it. "thanks for the warm seat." he sneered smugly, snapping his fingers rudely at the bartender as he demanded an immediate drink. a glass of bloodwine was placed before him, the smell of it assaulting his nose. still, he chose to pick up the glass by the stem, sipping the thick liquid. it'd barely touched his lips before he spit it out, making quite the mess. "christ, how old is this?" having been spoiled and used to fresh blood, the drink was hardly what he would have found acceptable. well, this called for a replacement drink, seeing as he wasn't satisfied.
rather than meander to the back rooms, where he could have fed on willing bleeders, remus devised his own solution - something he did all too often. though artemis had not given birth to remus and romulus, she had fed them her blood plenty of times. and with those feedings, remus had developed the same ability to manipulate the bodily substance. one snap of his fingers and a smug grin and his glass had filled with fresh blood. it was made clear where it came from only as the bartender dropped to the floor, pale as a ghost and well, dead. exsanguination...perhaps one of his favorite things. he held the glass to his lips, taking a deep drink before sighing with contentment. "ahh yes, that's much better."
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