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May 23, 2016 2:18:41 GMT -6
Post by DEXTER DEBLANE on May 23, 2016 2:18:41 GMT -6
bleed well The impaler walked the dark streets of San Franciso. Hands tucked within his jeans as his black slightly wavy hair fell within his face. Wearing a black t-shirt with a intricate design upon it over blue jeans. His boots scuffing against the concrete beneath him as he sighed slowly through his nose. Stopping underneath a lamp post and pulling out his pack of cigarettes his haunting green eyes flicked up and at his surroundings as he pulled his cigarette to his lips. Lighting it, taking a slow drag of the menthol. Feeling the minty fresh filter playing along his taste buds along with the smoke as he held it within his mouth for a moment before exhaling slowly. The smoke curling from his lips and up within his nose.
Making a soft sound he rubbed the side of his neck as he remained deep in thought. Closing his eyes he leaned against the lamp post, tilting his head up to see the bugs buzzing around the light. The thousands of hums at once, the fluttering of wings. The light zaps here and there. He closed his eyes as a car passed by and he continued on. Within his stride. One hand out of his pocket now, holding his cigarette in between his index finger and middle finger as he sighed slowly before stopping in front of a club. He stared at the flickering signs upon the front. Of an neon outline of Hotel California. Within blue and purple neon lighting before he pressed on, thinking he rather take a little walk before heading back to his assigned room.
Making his way through the graveyard he placed his cigarette in between his lips as his fingers brushed along the stones. his boots crunching within the grass. Every now and then snapping twigs upon the way. The sound of a crow, cooed in the background along with a owl hooting slowly as it watched him with it's yellow gold eyes as he pushed himself to the stone steps of the abandon mansion everybody thought was haunted. He unlocked the door and slipped inside. Closing it behind him with his heel he tossed his keys upon the coffee table as he moved through the house lighting the candelabras as well as the fireplace before grabbing a bottle of red Romanian wine and slowly sat down within his chair in front of the flickering fire. Watching the embers burn softly behind the screen. Before taking a sip of his drink, still lost in his thought before he heard the faint muffles of his latest victims. Causing his eyes to slowly flick at his victims as he swallowed the wine before setting the bottle down, pushing himself to his feet.
"Now what am i going to do with you." He asked simply before yanking the redhead up by her hair, staring into her pretty eyes. Cocking his head to the side before he quickly gripped her by the throat with his free hand. Enjoying the feel of her racing heart before he smirked, feeling another presence within the "abandoned" mansion and called out over his shoulder. "I would have pegged you for a savior, but i assure you that if you even move one step her head will be rolling in your lap." His tone was amused, but his body language gave note that he was serious and dangerous. He just hoped that whoever this was... proved to be entertaining. If not, he could always do well with a meal before doing his job. At least there was that. this is crap i swear to god. ♡
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Jun 10, 2016 15:09:15 GMT -6
via mobile
Post by SERENITY HAWKLYN on Jun 10, 2016 15:09:15 GMT -6
-----SHADOWS AND HIGHLIGHTS----- tag: --- // words: --- // notes: --- | Serenity was walking on a misty day. It wasn't like she minded. She was used to it from where she was before. She glanced up at the faint Rays of moonlight drifting softly through the clouds. She pulled her cloak tighter and kept walking. Her gaze was down cast when he approached, but she didn't care. She heard him coming. It was one of this's styled gangly boys from those clubs. Well they were only human. She was a bit hungry anyway. The poor boy didn't have a chance to react before she grabbed him and sipped thirsting at his blood. She dropped him to the ground before he lost contiousness and compelled him to walk away and not remember anything. She felt so bad in taking people's blood, but she had to eat. There were other people around her, she could hear them walking around, but no one was approaching her. No one had even seen the insident. She was getting better at this. She didn't like that either, but she delt with it. She dark hair fell out from under her hood and she pushed it back out of her eyes. She didn't want to stay here. There were too many people. 'hmm, where to go where there won't be people...' she thought to herself, almost imeadiatly picking the graveyard. No one was ever there, but she was starting to make too much of a home of it. She walked into the grave yard and slowly walked throught the graves, reading each name that she saw. She stopped dead at one name. DOYAL HAWKLYN it read. Could they be related? Serenity shook her head. No way. Besides, even if they were, they abandoned her, not the other way around. She had hated the stupid orphanage that they left her in. She kept walking until a voice warned her to stop. "Really?" she asked, her eyes widening in mock surprise. "I already ate, I was just trying to get out of that busy town and this is where I go, but now that you say that I think I will take another step closer. What are the odds that you would kill you evening meal and waste blood. It would make her all toxic to you. Trust me, I've seen it." she said, but took his threat a bit seriously just in case, starting with a baby step. "Besides," she said, taking another step so she was now right beside the other vampire, "I wouldnt care if you gave me her heart still beating, I'd gladly take it. Plus, would you hit a girl?" Serenity shook her head. She was going to play it tough, but not that tough. She was to shy to play it that tough in the beginning. But she kept it up despite that. "You can have the stupid girl anyway. There are other humans around here." she said, catching the eyes of a blond girl. "Come to me." she whispered to the girl, coding her over until she was close enough then grabbing her. She hated compelling people, but this other vampire hadn't greeted her very nicely. "But hey, your probably a lot older than me." she said, her 18 year old face gazing up at him in mock admiration, her hood slipping down as she looked up, showing her face purely in the moonlight.
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Jun 27, 2016 23:45:14 GMT -6
Post by DEXTER DEBLANE on Jun 27, 2016 23:45:14 GMT -6
bleed well There was nothing that irritated the impaler more then a young vampire thinking they were superior, the scent of what she was gave it away as soon as she got close enough. The fresh scent of a slowly decaying body that needed to only be preserved in the fresh blood that now course through her veins. He humored her though as he kept his grip upon the red head tightened around her throat, he listened to his prey gasp for air as he watched the young girl play coy. Trying to be a big girl in front of him as she compelled another female toward her. His eyes rolled to the side as she stated she did not care if he ripped his prey's heart out. But the amusing part is that she thought that this girl was his food.
Swiftly, his hand reached into the red head's chest cavity from behind and yanked out her heart with his free hand. Letting her fall to the ground as she clung to the last moments of her life as he observed the faintly beating heart within his now blood covered hand before his brown eyes slowly flicked to the little girl before him and smirked devilishly. "you misunderstand me, little one. I am not here to dine. I do that upon my own accord in a less savage fashion, unlike the naivety of your youth as a being such as i." He corrected before he grabbed the girl's free hand, flipping it palm facing up and pressed the warm heart in the girl's hand before he took a few steps away from her. His brown eyes falling to the blonde that was now caught between two predators. Like a fly in a spindle of web that was created by two spiders. One that didn't know any better and the other that could possibly be deadly enough for the other spider.
Pulling out a hankerchief from the inside of his brown dress coat he was wearing. he begun to clean his hand as he listened to the mockery she was exposing to him before a smirk played along his lips, before he simply tucked his now sullied article of clothing into the secret pocket. Folding his arms behind his back as a brow quirked at her curiously. "Perhaps i am older then you, what then would you do little girl? Take me on? Try to subdue me? Stop me? I'd like to see you try... you do not look as threatening as you try to put yourself out there to be, child. I give you this one warning, i'd tread carefully if i were you. I am not the type of creature that deals lightly with pains like you. I have more important things to do then to babysit a child, excuse me."
Slipping his right hand within his pocket, he pulled out his cellphone and began dialing a number. Turning his back upon the girl, disinterested in what she was saying or had to say as he spoke to the being on the other side of the phone upon retrieving his collection and to not let things get out of hand like the last employee he had hired prior. Then again, this one had always been his emergency to go to before even the other existed.
Yes he was talking about the hunter that had betrayed his trust, freeing his collection and making his research all the more difficult to obtain. But Dexter would get them back, regardless if he had to get them himself. Though some of his collections had thought they got stronger over the years, which did not bother Dexter. If he could not have them... then their children or kin was all the more sweeter to obtain. Which his plans were set in motion for that particular ordeal, though this time however, he would not let them slip away so easily. Pulling himself back to reality, he hung up the phone and slipped it back into his pocket before he began walking away from the girl. Knowing full well that her curiosity would get the better of her. Which was Dexter's trap. sorry for the wait. ♡
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▲ Hope for the hopeless. Light in the darkness.
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Jul 2, 2016 20:57:22 GMT -6
Post by FAITH BLACKFEATHER on Jul 2, 2016 20:57:22 GMT -6
Sitting in a corner all alone, staring from the bottom of his soul, watching the night come in from the window
It'll all collapse tonight, the fullmoon is here again In sickness and in health, understanding so demanding It has no name, there's one for every season Makes him insane to know
OOC: Thought I'd join this thread. Have a little fun.
The moon was barely full in the sky. Soon it would be, and Faith could feel the impulse of the wolf working to the surface. The first few days before the moon, was extremely vexing. Faith found himself, more easily rattled up. He was still a patient man, but it took a lot more control. Control, that he had gained over the last few centuries. He was now learning to accept the wolf. Something that he had always struggled with. He and the wolf, were one in the same. It surprised him, that his pelt was pure white. Probably to match his heart. He obliged by the law, after all he did work with the police force as a homicide detective. He believed in order, and lawfulness within the cityscape. He was bound to honor the badge that he carried.
Tonight however, he was off duty. He’d just gotten off his shift at work, and traveled down the police station stairway. The cool, overnight air caught his attention first. Then, the scent of people, fuel, and gasoline. His sense were much more sharpened during the first couple of days before the full moon. He stood motionless, studying the vast horizon of his environment. Faith, felt comfortable enough within the sanctum of his own district. He didn’t live far from the police station, and had left his navy 1986 BMW at his home. Tonight he decided to walk, instead of drive. His stomach growled, and he decided to head to a local diner. Faith wasn’t much of a party type. In fact, he stayed away from clubs and the nightlife. That scene wasn’t for him. He stepped down to the street level, and turned right. He wore an obsidian colored t-shirt, covered by a brown jacket, his jeans matched the jacket. Black shoes lined his feet, and he carried a very visible wooden crucifix for a necklace. Something that Charity, had given him nearly two hundred years ago. He sighed softly as he walked, silently, and he just drifted into the sidewalk. People walked past him, and he could smell all the different things. Food beckoned to him the most
The local dinner was on the other side of the graveyard, but Faith was hesitant about entering such a place. He had no business with the dead. Unless it was a funeral. In which case, he always tried to place his respect for the fallen. Careful at first, he turned right and headed down a narrow pathway that lead into the graveyard. All kinds of threats could present themselves in this environment. He carried pistol, police standard. Rarely did he ever have to use bullets, even if it was against a supernatural threat. He’d once slowed down a demon by firing into the knees of the creature.
He sped up his pace underneath the shadow of dead trees. The environment was more eerie the need be. He had lost so many people in the past. Being exiled by the church had changed Faith. He wasn’t the stubborn man that he had once been. He now fought for the common good. After all he was working for the police department. He still had the skills of a seasoned hunter, although he very rarely killed nowadays. Even in wolf form, he avoided human flesh. He targeted animals, but nothing could compare to running free in wolf form. It was like a freedom that he had never experienced before. For so long, he had denied himself the simple pleasures of being a lycan. He had been born human, but his outcome with a lycan attack had left him immortal, and bound to the full moon. Although, he could morph at will into wolf form.
He swiftly moved off the path, his nostrils flared with the scents of the environment around him. Moonlight shined through the canopy of trees, and he could physically see the direction that he was heading in, but then it was the scent that immediately hit him and caused him the delay his current action. It smelt of decay and death. He halted, and his head raised to the air. He could make out a conversation nearby. He knew the scent meant vampires. Faith had nothing against there kind. After all, Charity his closet friend and loved one was also a vampire. However relations between the species had been chaotic, and a lone lycan could pose a threat. So, he remained stationary and listen into the conversation. Hoping that he was far enough away, after a few minutes, the sounds dissipated.
Rather then deal with vampires tonight, he turned and headed in the opposite direction. Faith didn’t want to take the chance that he would wolf out. Although he had never killed a vampire before in wolf form, he had killed vampires, from his pervious days as a hunter for the Order of the Light back in Russia. Occasionally, he watched his step as he tried to find the path that he had strayed from. He sighed softly, and flipped open his phone to see the time. It was getting late and he really didn’t feel the urge to deal with other supernatural creatures if it could be avoided. However, he stepped on a stick, witch gave away his position. He halted for a moment, and turned around. Hoping that he had caused the nearby vampires to gain his attention. Truthfully, dealing with others was the last thing he wanted. All he wanted was a slice of pie, and a hot cup of coffee. Those were the only things he was guilt of.
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