I'm here: Out un the forest by my cottage
I'm with: A lost young woman.
I'm thinking: Why is she out here by her lonesome..
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When did we become these
Sink-
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stones?
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Aristotle had enjoyed the walk home. The distance had been a few miles and he could have sped it all up but for what reason? He had no place to be right away and the sun was setting. As the sun set, a plethora of yellows and red and purples and pinks floated across the blue sky. The colors were always so beautiful to him. Many people were always so busy that they forgot to take a second to marvel at the beautiful nature surrounding them. This was how he found his serenity. He found it within the buzzing bumble bee's and the call of the wolf. Nature was something that even over the thousands of years he had lived, had never changed.
Aristotle stood outside of his cottage now, his face looking up at the sky as it transitioned from day to night. A gentle smile spread across his handsome features as he blew a kiss to the moon and walked inside his home.
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Aristotle let out a small sigh and placed his keys in their usual spot beside the door. He ran his long fingers through his thick hair and pulled out a few knots that had somehow managed to invade his hair. He bit his lip and walked over to the fridge and opened the door. To any other person, it was a regular fridge. There was good inside of it and drinks as well like any other persons fridge would have. Aristotle's however, was not normal and had a secret compartment in the bottom. With ease and grace, he popped open the compartment and pulled up a nice sized bag of red liquid. His stomach growled slightly, as if on cue. A chuckle escaped his full lips as he bought the bag to the counter and opened it.
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The smell was over powering and wafted through the air and crawled up his nostrils.
"Mmm Mmm mm." he murmured softly. He pulled out a glass from the dishwasher that he was standing in front of and filled it to the rim with his special red liquid.
"A glass a day to keep your thirst at bay Aristotle." his voice was deep and husky filled with some sort off accent. He tool the glass between his pale fingers and turned his back to the dishwasher and leaned against the counter. He raised the glass in the air and murmured, 'cheers' before taking a sip of red drink.
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It was funny how a human would drink water and call it refreshing after a hard days work. Vampires would drink a glass of water and it would taste exactly that, water. There was no refreshing part of water to his race. Blood on the other hand, was very different. It literally sated an undeniable thirst that began when you were born. A vampires thirst was worse than when a human was dehydrated. It felt like Satan personally inflicted little bouts of hell fire to every vampire. It was horrific at times and could make even the most composed vampire go mad. Of course Aristotle hadn't been on the brink of dying or anything, so he supposed the blood was just another way to check off he would still live for another few months. He tool another sip and then another until the glass was gone. The crystal was now stained with little red lines all of around it. He put it in the sink and rinsed it out before continuing on the rest of his nightly routine.
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Aristotle rolled his sleeves up and clapped his hands together. He had to get some more firewood for the upcoming winter. A dog came up from behind him and nosed the males hand. A grin spread across his face. Technically, the dog was a wolf but by the states standards, he had to call her a dog. She was bigger than a Siberian husky and was very loyal to him. He rubbed the back of her ears and cocked his head to the left.
"You wanna come Lily? Come on baby." he cooed before he opened the door and walked out into the night.
1234It wasn't too dark yet, even though it didn't really matter much to him. His vision was phenomenal in the dark. He could feel lily at his side as he walked effortlessly through the forest. It only took five minutes before he reached his little hut that he stored his wood in. He nodded briefly and took an immediate left and headed out toward his usual spot. Sure enough, there was a large stump with his axe wedged in it from the night before. He was about to grab it when he felt Lily bristle next to him. His eyebrows furrowed as he sniffed the air, there was a human nearby. He pat his 'dog' on the head and told her not to worry before sniffing out the human.
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Aristotle went through a number of loops and turns before he found the beating heart that made its way onto his property. He stuck to the shadows and watched what appeared to be a young woman walking by herself. She was moving very consciously to whatever place she needed to get to. Why was she here? He had never seen her before and he only allowed certain people to have his address. He moved a bit closer to her, careful nit to make a noise. Her heart was beating at its regular pace which meant she hadn't heard him. Good. He peered through a tree branch and got a better look at her.
1234Aristotle was automatically awestruck. She was young, twenty at the most. Her hair was unruly and a bright attractive red, and her eyes. They probably looked even better in the sunlight, he had never seen such a vivid green. His head was cocked to the side in amusement as his eyes went from her facial features to her attire. Oh dear, it appeared that she was homeless. His heart almost lurched out to hers. What was he going to do? He knew he should probably help her but he didn't know her well enough and to bring her into his house was to possibly allow his secret to get out. He bit his lip in contemplation and watched idly as Lily appeared in front of the young wanderer.
1234Aristotle hissed in disbelief. The wolf would definitely be spending the night in the cage. With impeccable speed, he went back to where Lily had appeared from and called out her name. He didn't want the human to know he was spying on her, and what better way to confirm his innocence then to act as if his dog strayed from his side!
"Lily baby!" he called out with his hands cupped over his mouth. He forced himself to go into a human like jog. He would now appear to be running toward Lily and the stranger. It didn't take long until he was standing between the homeless woman and his dog. He fell to his knees and panted slightly as if he were out of breath. He rolled his eyes and glared at his dog.
"Bad girl!" he scolded. His tone was not harsh, it was instead strict. He stood up slowly and turned to face the girl. Once again, he was in awe at her beautiful features and tattered clothes.
"I'm awful sorry about her, she's harmful really." His accent was now more noticeable and could only be described as a slight southern twang. He put a hand over his forehead and wiped off some imaginary sweat.
"Names Aristotle miss. Might I ask you why you're out here all by your lonesome? he asked with an extended hand. He had an aura of Friendliness surrounding him and a charming smile splayed across his lips.
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[Ooc: L O L it was perfect!]