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Between Angels and Gods Captain
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 Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 6:04 pm
 H A I L Y N ‡Veseon
ΨYasen
†Anthos
ΨDueyn
Key: ‡ = capitol city || † = normal city || Ψ = small village Just because there are only a few places listed that
doesn't mean those are the only destinations.
These are just the main ones on the map.
Feel free to come up with your own towns as well.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 9:59 pm
◦◦ ◦◦ ◦◦ Twenty miles west of Veseon... It was cold. Always... cold. How long has this sensation plagued him? For far too long. He couldn't find his way out of the icy abyss that he'd landed himself in.
It was only eighty years ago that he had been cast down upon the earth below the heavens…
When he had first regained consciousness, he was lying on his side, curled up in the damp snow with his arms wrapped around himself. He had opened his eyes… and seen nothing. It was his first experience without his sight to guide him and alert him of his surroundings. His eyes were useless… but he could not keep them shut. He kept hoping and praying that soon, the black veil would be lifted and he would see the startling white of the snow and the bleak gray sky.
He knew not where he could be in the vast world of Idril. There were many places that lay covered in snow for great portions of the year, if not the entire length of time.
So he picked himself up, found his balance, and he walked. For days on end, he walked, stumbled, and then crawled. He was afraid to rest, but after some time, he was no longer able to continue.
Unable to find shelter, he continued to crawl until he could no longer bear his own weight. He collapsed in the snow, unable to curl up into a comforting ball. His last thought was that he feared he would not awaken.
When next he woke, he was warm, dry, and in a bed topped with many blankets and quilts. He almost opened his eyes before remembering that there would be little sense in doing so. He did not want to be faced with the darkness with his eyes wide open and unseeing. So he listened. He could hear his own breathing, the wind faintly howling outside, and a fire crackling merrily from somewhere in the room.
He seemed to be alone. So where was his rescuer?
In an attempt to call out, he opened his mouth, expecting words, when a rough croak issued forth instead. He coughed, curling up on his side as he continued to convulse in a coughing fit.
A soft wind seemed to flit by just before he heard a voice.
“You shouldn’t try to speak just yet.”
Startled, he jumped slightly beneath the many blankets.
The person who had just spoken laughed slightly in response to his fright. “I apologize… I did not mean to frighten you.” They paused for a moment before continuing. “Can you sit up?”
He nodded before shifting, moving the blankets back and pushing himself up into a sitting position. He crept a hand backward until he felt the smooth wood of the headboard. Leaning back, he finally came to a comfortable arrangement.
“Good, good,” the person spoke with approval.
Suddenly, he felt a cool hand brushing strands of hair out of his face before coming to rest on his forehead. As before, he had not heard the person approaching. They seemed to move swiftly, yet quietly, making no noise to betray their presence. No footsteps for one. Nor could he hear or sense their breathing. It was strange.
“Hm… this is an improvement. Your fever has finally broken,” they said quietly. “Here.”
Moving their hand away from his forehead, they instead grabbed his hand before gently pushing a cup into his grasp. He could smell the crisp water in the cup as he brought it to his lips.
“Drink slowly,” the stranger advised. “You wouldn’t want to shock your body.”
The angel nodded, sipping at the water slowly as he contemplated the sound of the person’s voice.
Their voice was melodic, smooth, and ambiguous. It was a beautiful voice that he could imagine belonging to both a man and a woman. Because of that, he was unable to decipher whether the speaker was male or female.
When he finished the cup of water, he tried to speak. There were so many questions he had for this unknown being. At first, no sound came forth. This frustrated him and he tried once more. “…wa….” A sound! At last, there was some progress. He tried to craft the sound into a word, but instead fell into another coughing fit.
The stranger gently rubbed his back until the coughing subsided. They handed him another cup of water. “You mustn’t push yourself. It may take some time before your body heals. You took quite a beating in that snow storm.”
He nodded, accepting the water with a thankful smile and drinking it a little faster than he had the last cup. When the water was gone, he took a shallow breath before trying to speak once more. “…Who….” A word! Much better than a pointless sound. “Who… are you?” He asked at last, stringing the three words together with some difficulty.
“Ah, that is a valid question, isn’t it?” The person responded amiably. “I am Tomé. You are?”
The angel drew a blank for a moment. For mere seconds, he was unable to recall his own name. He had not needed it since coming to Idril. “I… Ivelos.”
“Ivelos,” they repeated his name with a hint of a smile. “Well, Ivelos, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Although I suppose under these circumstance, for you it could be less than desirable.”
Shaking his head slightly, Ivelos chuckled lightly. Once more, the small amount of strain seemed to cause him to start coughing.
Tomé rubbed his back again and the coughing stopped soon after. “Your throat is very raw. I would advise you not to aggravate it by speaking or even using your vocals for the most minimal tasks… but I have this feeling you would not appreciate the advice.”
Ivelos smiled grimly and nodded. He accepted another glass of water from Tomé. Strange… even though he now knew this person’s name, he was still unable to figure out whether they were male or female. It seemed he would be forced to ask.
When he decided his speaking wouldn’t cause another bout of coughing, he said, “I’m not sure if… it’s right to ask this…”
“Yes?” Tomé asked, urging him to continue.
“Um… your voice… I can’t tell if you’re a man or a woman….” He rasped softly.
Tomé laughed lightly. “Oh, of course. I forgot that it is usually hard to detect. I am a man.”
“Oh,” Ivelos nodded. “I guess… I can, um... make sense of that.”
Tomé’s voice grew gentler as he continued. “I suppose it would be a bit difficult to elucidate with only one’s hearing as a guide.”
Ivelos nodded. Of course he would know. Not once had this kind stranger asked him to open his eyes. He could not see and he would not ever see again. Already it seemed that he was forgetting the sight of so many things he had once taken for granted. There was one image though that remained burning bright in his visual memory. That one face, that one person, he could never forget the sight of. Brother….
“Yeah….”
||I guess I get to be the first to post.||
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2009 10:11 pm
◦◦ ◦◦ ◦◦ Twenty miles west of Veseon... The searing pain of his bare knuckles hitting the hot metal brought Ivelos back to the present. He yipped, tearing his hand away from the kettle and shoving the two burned fingers in his mouth.
Whining a bit, he pulled his fingers out of his mouth, grabbing the towel on the counter and using it to move the kettle away from the heat source and onto the ceramic plate he had ready for it.
When he’d woken up to the biting cold, he’d decided to make some tea to help himself warm up. At the same time, he’d started thinking back to eighty years ago, when he had first found himself stranded in the cold.
The cold always brought back thoughts of Tomé. It was on that day so many years ago that he had first met him.
He’d been so distracted in his reminiscing that he’d unintentionally reached for the kettle before grabbing the towel for protection against the heat.
Sighing a bit, he took a couple steps back before reaching for one of the nearby chairs. He pulled the chair up and sat down. Leaning forward, he settled his elbows on his knees and rested his head in his hands.
Tomé…
He rose from the chair a minute later, poured himself a cup of tea, and headed for the sitting room. He moved about the small cottage as if his sight were restored. He knew where every piece of furniture was and he knew where all of the cups and plates were. He knew how to live in the small home that he had come to love. It was thanks to Tomé and the eighty plus years that he’d spent in the cottage.
Sighing again, he situated himself in one of the soft chairs.
It’s hard now. I don’t like living alone….
Not only was he lonely, he knew that he would have to leave his home soon. Without Tomé to hunt the wild game and bring in food, Ivelos knew that it was impossible to stay. He was unable to set the traps and retrieve the game himself, as there were too many possibilities for something to go wrong. As things now stood, he knew that he didn’t have many options.
Options… he wanted to laugh at the thought of the word. He knew that he only had two choices.
He could stay at the cottage and hope that some traveler shows up before the food runs out… or he could pack up what little he could, leave his home, and journey forth into a world that he could not see.
Ivelos knew that the chances of a traveler stopping by were slim to nil. In the past eighty years that he’d been living with Tomé, not once had they had a visitor.
“So I have to leave…” he said quietly. Saying it aloud was his way of making it final. He would leave within a few days.
He finished his tea, rose from his seat, and maneuvered through the room and made his way back into the kitchen. He wanted another cup of tea before he began the final preparations.
Setting the cup on the counter near the kettle, he remembered to use the towel to grasp the handle and pour the tea. Setting the kettle down again, he grabbed his cup with a shaky hand, causing some of the tea to spill onto his hand. Surprised by the heat, he gasped, dropping the cup. The sound of shattering ceramic made him wince more than the hot tea and shards of porcelain spraying his feet and legs.
Shaking even more then, he reached back for the chair he’d used earlier. Pulling it close, he carefully sat down and gently pulled up one leg and then the other. Brushing off any sharp bits with the nearby towel, he kept his legs coiled up close with his arms wrapped tightly around them. Leaning his head on his knees, he took a few deep breaths, waiting for the shudders to subside.
Brother… Tomé… he thought to himself as he took shallow breaths. Why… why did you both have to leave me?
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 12:36 am
◦◦ ◦◦ ◦◦ Twenty miles west of Veseon... “Well… looks like this is it.” Ivelos whispered softly to himself. He could feel the cool kiss of the wintry wind rushing all around him as he took another step outside. He slowly closed the door behind him, telling himself that maybe one day he’d come back.
Yeah… right. He shook his head bitterly. There was no way he’d ever be able to come back. If he knew where exactly the little cabin was, then maybe he’d be able to come back. But he was blind. He had no way of being able to mark the location of his home in his memory. Once he started walking… there would be no turning back.
Taking a deep breath, as if preparing for a plunge, Ivelos started on his first steps away from his home, alone.
Although he was blind, he was still vaguely aware of his surroundings. Along with his sense of hearing and sense of touch, the magick in his blood allowed him to literally sense the things around him. He could feel the life radiating from the trees and plants around him.
Along with his internal magick, he used a walking stick to get around and avoid tripping and falling. He led with his right foot and every time he took a step forward on that side he brought the walking stick down as well.
He knew that he was headed south-east. He hoped that eventually he’d sense a path nearby and be able to follow that to a town. That’s what he was counting on more than anything. If he could just find a road it would lead him to a town. If he was unable to find one… then he may wander around lost until….
Ivelos shook his head. I won’t think of negative things. That won’t get me anywhere. And right now, he’d rather be anywhere but where he was. As long as “anywhere” meant a civilized town with nice people.
He chuckled lightly and continued walking. It would be a long and scary trip for him, he knew. Better start it off with a laugh.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 10:03 pm
◦◦ ◦◦ ◦◦ Twelve miles west of Veseon... How long had it been since he’d left? It must have only been a few days. For the blind, there was no tracking time. He could only assume that it had been three days. During the time when brightness pressed against his unseeing eyes, he knew it to be day. So he walked. On and on. Every once in a while he strayed from the trail he’d found a few hours after starting his journey from home. That was only when his mind started to drift. For the most part, it was easy to stay on track.
When the cold truly began to press him and the brightness of the day dimmed to shadows over his eyes, he knew that night was coming on. Although walking during either day or night made no difference to Ivelos, he knew that certain things found it easier to get along at night. So he would stop and build himself a shallow shelter against the nightly cold. With his magick, he was able to gently manipulate the snow into an icy hovel of sorts. In that ice-tent, he would again use his magick to light a fire in order to keep himself warm. He would eat a meager meal of dried meat and fruit that he had taken from his home… and he would sleep.
Thanks to his internal clock, he was able to awaken 8 hours after he’d fallen asleep. For a while after waking, he would regret having woken up. For when he dreamt, he was no longer blind. Upon awaking, the last remnants of his dream would cling to him, fooling him for seconds that he could see everything around him. Then his mind caught up, and everything went dark.
For the first year that had happened, Ivelos remembered crying after waking up. It was torture to dream… and when he cried, Tomé would be there to comfort him and tell him it was okay. When that happened, he always felt awful. This stranger that had come to take care of him was doing all that he could to make Ivelos feel at home… and even though he cared about Tomé, he wasn’t the one he wished for to take care of him. More than anything, he wanted his brother.
Ivelos sighed and stopped walking. He hated it when his mind went in that direction. It had been far too long... he should know better than to keep thinking about the things he could never change.
Maybe one day things will change. He told himself that every once in a while in futile hope. But it was just that. Futile hope.
He shook his head. Thinking negatively wasn’t helping him. He pressed forward, walking steadily with his walking stick in hand. Isn’t it more of a ‘staff’ versus a ‘stick’? He vaguely pondered that as he continued to follow the path.
So far he was lucky enough not to have encountered anything dangerous on his trip. The occasional wild life flitted past his senses, but he could easily distinguish which were dangerous and which were harmless.
He was hoping that he would eventually run into a Wolf. Perhaps they would be able to guide him to a safe place. He knew from Tomé that he was in Hailyn. Hailyan Wolves were friendly and accepting to outsiders and he knew that with one of them, he would be safe. So far though, no luck.
“It seems I still have some time to go before I’ll be okay…” he whispered softly to himself. And he walked on.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 11:37 pm
 _17 Miles North-East of Anthos_Aylin stopped to catch her breath and move some of her hair out of her face. She’d lost the last piece of leather she’d used to tie it back… she needed to find another one eventually. Wiping some of the sweat off of her forehead, she took a look around her surroundings.
She was on one of the old roads between Anthos and Veseon. It hadn’t been used by a large amount of people in at least ten years. Not since the bullshit with the Vampires had started. In times like these, any sensible Wolf stayed off of the roads as much as possible. They were just begging to be captured by walking on one of the roads between towns.
Aylin, however, was neither sensible nor Wolf. In fact, she was a rather reckless Vampire. She wasn’t one of the ones from the Kingdom though. She was a born and bred Hailyan Vampire. In fact, she didn’t trust a Kingdom Vampire any more than she could stand the stuck up jerks. And she couldn’t stand them.
Taking a drink of water from her leather canteen, she started walking again. She’d told Lucas that she would be in Veseon within a week. Thanks to that little stint pulled by the slavers a few days ago, her leave had been a bit… delayed. Luckily that time their Resistance fighters had been able to chase them off. It had been a smaller ship compared to some of the mini armies the Vampires had been sending to capture Wolves as slaves. They’d killed at least half of the bastards that had invaded their home and the other half was decently wounded. Unfortunately there had been casualties on their end as well.
And one fatality. Aylin reminded herself darkly, narrowing her honey-brown eyes in anger. Why those monsters from the Kingdom felt the need to hurt innocents was beyond her understanding. One day I’m going to make them pay.
☆Hey there sexy. I’ll be joining you now.☆
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Lady Suspiria Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 4:03 am
◦◦ ◦◦ ◦◦ Five miles west of Veseon... The entire journey was beginning to feel hopeless. Not only was he running low on food, he didn’t seem to be getting much sleep at all. Those horribly vivid dreams were returning more and more frequently, causing him to awaken due to either fright or hope. Either way, it terrified him.
When he’d first left, he’d thought that he’d brought enough food to last at least two weeks. He’d also thought that he might find a town within a week. Of course he’d thought wrong on both occasions.
Ivelos sighed and stopped walking to prevent a collision course with a few frightened deer… Wait. Frightened? That wasn’t right. Not right at all.
A shiver ran down his spine as his senses stretched out to find whatever it was that had scared the deer so badly to bring them out onto a road. At first he was exhilarated by the feeling of a Wolf running in his direction. Then he realized it wasn’t a Werewolf. It was a natural wolf. And it was hungry.
||Hey! In case you can't tell, I'm feeling uninspired.||
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 4:17 pm
_6 Miles West of Veseon_Making a weird face at the rabbit jerky and stale bannock, Aylin heaved a heavy sigh before scarfing the food down. What she wouldn’t do for some venison steak and fresh baked bread… Okay, so there were some things she just wouldn’t do. But she was tempted.
After her small lunch, she packed up, stood, and stretched. In a little more time she’d be within a few miles of Veseon. And a few hours after that… Food! Real food!
As she cheerfully thought about the great dishes she’d get to go at, Aylin started walking again. The forest was filled with the usual sound of birds, trees swaying in the wind, and the occasional shaking bush as something moved past it. It was a rather peaceful day. It’s a shame it’s so damned cold, she thought to herself. Never having been too fond of snow, Hailyn seemed a strange place to call home. The reason she loved the Werewolf country so much, however, was because of the people. Her best friends and loved ones were mostly Wolves. She’d never felt too comfortable around many other Vampires. Sometimes she was teased about being the wrong species. That was fine by her though. Then again, she didn’t see the appeal in having to go all furry in order to kick a**. She much preferred having her little weapons on her.
She was toying with her bladed brass knuckles and singing softly under her breath as she walked along the road. It was obvious that the forest was starting to take it back ever since it had stopped getting such heavy use. Grass and flowers grew in random little patches here and there in spots where they would never survive under foot traffic. Even though the snow covered most of everything, it was still easy to tell what was what. It was beautiful.
All the same, I’d rather the road be worn with the feet of many travelers coming and going between cities. That wouldn’t be happening any time soon though. Not until King Gerard is killed.
Just as she was thinking about how nice everything would be with the tyrant gone, Aylin heard the cry of someone in distress. Adrenaline kicked everything into overdrive as she started running in the direction she’d heard the sound come from. Who would be out here at this time? she wondered fleetingly as she ran head-long into trouble.
What she saw was definitely something she hadn’t expected. There was a man in gray and blue clothes with his hands wrapped tightly around a staff of some sort and a black wolf looking ready to swallow him whole. Well… this is awkward.
☆That's just fine. I'll try to make up for it. So, do you like how I whore my friends' entries?☆
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Lady Suspiria Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 10:23 pm
◦◦ ◦◦ ◦◦ Five miles west of Veseon... The sheer presence of the wolf was stifling. Ivelos felt like there was nothing more that he could do beyond hold his staff out in front of him and await his death. He could hear the wolf begin to circle him and he swallowed hard, wishing again that he were anywhere but there.
Suddenly the wolf backed off. Another presence was entering the edge of his senses. It was… A Vampire? He furrowed his brow in confusion. What would a Vampire be doing in Hailyn? Tomé hadn’t kept him up to date with whatever was going on in the outside world. So he could only assume that it was a Vampire from the colony that had formed some time towards the end of the war.
When the Vampire made it to his stand-off with the wolf, he was startled by the sudden intensity in the air. He’d thought that maybe with the unexpected appearance of the Vampire the wolf would back off. Unfortunately, it seemed to be weighing its chances in the fight. It growled low in its throat before snapping at him, causing him to stumble backwards in fright. He didn’t know what to do. He’d never had to fight before. Let alone fight blindly.
Please let this end well… he thought as he regained his balance, just before fully falling to the ground.
||Clever. Sorry for taking so long to respond.||
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 10:43 pm
_6 Miles West of Veseon_As she drew her short sword with her left hand, she curled her right hand into a fist around her bladed knuckles. She moved forward and watched the pale, blond man stumble backwards in surprise. As he did, his eyes –which had been shut tight before- flew open, startling her with their blank, blue stare. Obviously she’d have to take the lead in this fight.
“I don’t really know how to direct you, so you think maybe you can cower by a tree or something?” Aylin asked, edging in front of the blind man to block the wolf’s view. She didn’t want it looking at an easy target when it had her to deal with.
On that thought, she sheathed her sword, but kept her knuckle blades at the ready. There was no way she could keep this fight at arm's length.
Turning its hunter gaze at her, the wolf seemed to be eying her expectantly, as if waiting for her to make the first move. Aylin shook her head, never breaking eye contact. It couldn’t be that starved for food that it would pick a fight with a Vampire.
☆That's okay hun.☆
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Lady Suspiria Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 9:19 pm
 ★.°»||Aιsℓιии Rσsε Ausтαяσsнιε ||«°.☆ On The Outskirts of Yasen
The moon had risen from its sleep, decking the infinite halls of the starry night sky once again with its pale light. The wind was softly stirring, whispering faint lullabies over the unending meadow as the blanket of night unfurled over the world’s creatures. The woman stood, robed in white, like a beacon in the darkness. Each fold of fabric that embraced her fluttered as the invisible fingertips of the breeze ruffled through, billowing this way and that with a fluidity that could lead one to believe that the cloak was very much alive.
This persona, this woman was no more than a mystery. White robes cloaked her from head to foot, and a hood concealed her face. Few had seen her in the light of day since the accident, nor caught even the barest glimpse of her features. She was an enigma, a being exuding presence rather than identity, a creature to be felt rather than viewed. She knew far more than anyone imagined, more than one could guess, for she possessed power that was beyond anyone’s understanding. It was her gift to always know more than those with whom she comes in contact wished her to know. Her knowledge and ability to see past ones facade laid them bare and left them as transparent as still waters.
She liked to keep herself at one with the shadows, lingering in the depths of its concealing curtain. In the night, in the darkness and shadows, she could do so more easily, hiding herself from the world. She could keep what she looked like to herself and conceal who she really was. She could let them imagine her, and by doing so keep them forever deceived. She moved through the outskirts of Yasen on her way to the forest, along the shadows encountering no one, those few she did unaware of her presence as they passed. It was late, the city mostly asleep, the ones who preferred the night busy in the ale houses and pleasure dens, caught up in their own wants and needs. She could forgive them their weaknesses, these men and women, but she could never accept them as equals.
Long since, she had abandoned any pretense that she believed their common origins linked them in any meanigful way. She was a creature of the night. She was born to power. It was her destiny to shape and alter the lives of others and never to be altered by them. It was her passion to rise above the fate that others had cast for her as a child and to visit revenge on them for daring to do so. She would be so much more than they, and they would be forever less.
When she let them speak her name again, when she chose to speak it herself, it would be remembered. It would not be buried in the ashes of her childhood, as it had once been. It would not be cast aside, a fragment of her lost past. It would soar with a hawk's smooth glide and shine with the milky brightness of the moon. It would linger on the minds of the people of her world forever. Only a select few that knew her in so many years ago knew her by name. Her Aunt Marie knew better than to call her by name in public. It was her wish to remain in the shadows, after all wasn't it her fault her Parents were killed? She could never forgive herself..
She seperated herself from the village, out of sight from everyone. No one would get in her way now, No..no one. She took of her robes and folded them, setting them aside as the burn of the change rippled in her abdomen. She winced only slightly at the piercing pain before tilting her head back with a laugh, the cracking and shifting of her human body starting.
Her laugh turned to a moan at the first ripple in her bones. She tensed her thighs and abdomen to will the change on, and clutched the night air like a lover as her fingers lengthened and her nails sprouted into claws. Her blood churned with heat like desire. "The night.." She thought, "The sweet night.." The exciting smells of rabbit, damp earth, and urine drenched the air.
The flesh of her arms bubbled and her legs buckled to a new shape. She doubled over as the muscles of her abdomen went into a brief spasm, then grimaced as her teeth sharpened and her jaw extended. She felt the momentary pain of the spine's crunch and then the sweet release.
She was a creature much larger and stronger than any natural wolf. Her toes and legs were too long, her ears to big, and her eyes held fire. Wolf was only a convenient term they had adopted. Those who preferred science to myth said they descended from something older--some early mammal that had absorbed protean matter brought to the land by some meteorite.
Aislinn stretched and pawed at the ground, sniffing the glorious air. She felt as if her tail could sweep the stars from the sky. She ran the length of the village, dodging through the trees as she did so. There was nothing better than to be at peace, to be lost in the never ending beauty of the undying twilight. For once..She was happy.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 4:13 pm
◦◦ ◦◦ ◦◦ Five miles west of Veseon... Ivelos bristled slightly when he heard the Vampire’s words. Well, at least he knew that she was obviously female now that she’d spoken. Sighing tiredly and feeling more than helpless, Ivelos inched backwards to the nearest tree. She was right. He couldn’t do anything. The best thing he could do for the both of them was become as small of a target as possible. He’d only be a burden if he tried to help.
Sinking into the snow at the base of the tree, he pulled his knees up to his chest. Crossing his staff over his legs now, he leaned back against the tree with his eyes closed and prayed to the Goddess Talithea, begging her to keep him and his Vampire savior safe from this unusually persistent wolf.
He could hear its breathing and its heart beat as it squared off against the Vampire. He could sense its hunger, defiance, and recklessness. Very unusual… but it was still a normal wolf as far as he could tell.
||Well would you look at that. A new person. Hi there!
Oh yeah, just posting something before I go back to sleep for the day.||
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Lady Suspiria Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 7:46 pm
_5 Miles West of Veseon_Out of her peripheral vision, Aylin saw the blond man heed her words as he literally curled up beside a tree. Either he knew what was good for him or he really was that scared. Right now isn’t the time to ponder what someone else is feeling, she told herself sternly, once more locking her full attention on the wolf.
Its ears twitched and it lifted its head to an unknown sound or signal. Aylin watched it with wary eyes. She certainly hoped it wasn’t bringing friends. If only I had an animal I could summon to me… she thought, suddenly feeling very incompetent.
Vampires of noble bloodlines usually had a bond with an animal (or even certain insects). With that bond, they were able to call that creature to them; although they could not fully control the animal, they could place thoughts in its head that would cause it to follow their lead anyway.
Unfortunately there were certain Vampires of particularly strong bloodlines that abused this gift of the gods. Some Vampires had the bond with wolves. This included Werewolves to some extent. Although they were not entirely beast, they were so similar that the bond carried over to them if they were in the vicinity of a powerful Vampire with that bond. The power of the bond is insinuation and slight manipulation. Since Werewolves are not fully wolves, the insinuation can only go so far. Still, with more than one Vampire of the same animal bond is near, it is impossible for weaker Wolves to resist. And if a Werewolf were in the Vampire kingdom, they would have no power over themselves.
As Aylin thought on how sick some Vampires were that abused their gift, the wolf gave her one last long look before it ran off. She moved instinctively, expecting it to be feinting. But instead of it trying to go around her and after the blind man, it disappeared into the woods. Apparently it had thought better of its situation.
When she was sure the wolf was really gone, she folded her blades back into her knuckle guard. Apparently she wouldn’t need them right now.
“Sorry about snapping at you.” She said, turning to the blind man. “Do you need help up?”
☆Goddamnit. You and your sleep.
Psst! Hi Lori!☆
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Posted: Sun Jun 21, 2009 1:22 pm
»|| Hello! ^_^ I'll post something soon, I promise. ><; ||«
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 12:54 am
◦◦ ◦◦ ◦◦ Five miles west of Veseon... While Ivelos sat curled up against the tree he was not entirely unaware of the battle of will between wolf and Vampire. He couldn’t see it, but the more he concentrated on the individual auras, the more he could feel their stillness along with every slight movement they made. Before now he hadn’t really thought too hard on making his ability to sense things a substitute for his lost sight. As he sat there concentrating, he was able to feel the wolf’s minute twitch and the Vampire’s steady breathing slowly increase as a new emotion invaded her senses. It was anger.
Ivelos felt himself relaxing more as he experimented with his senses. He could almost feel as if he could see the battle. Except instead of seeing detailed forms, they were colors and hazy shapes in his mind. When he opened his eyes, he couldn’t see anything at all. When he closed them though, that’s when he could ‘see’ them. He could see their auras shining in the basic shapes his mind carved out for each of them. The Vampire girl was a tall dark green female silhouette; for the wolf, there was a fairly large violet canine form.
Just as he was getting a good ‘visual’ on what was happening, the wolf suddenly took off into the woods and away from them. The moment of insight into the workings of his own mind was broken, and Ivelos could no longer ‘see’. He was back to the pitiful sensing that he had done for the past eighty years. Sighing slightly, he heard metallic clicks before the Vampire girl addressed him.
“Ah… no. No thank you.” He pressed his staff into the cold ground and used it to pull himself up. His entire backside was now soaked from the snow that had melted there. He desperately tried to wipe off any remaining snow and debris that was stuck there.
“Thank you,” he said, once more reverting to keeping his pale eyes closed against the world. He still kept his body language attuned to where the Vampire stood so she wouldn’t mistake him for ignoring her in some way. “I really don’t know what I would have done had you not come across me. I am in your debt.”
||I need my beauty sleep thanks. You know work keeps me up all night.||
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