At the densest section of the forest, there is a brief clearing where a steady flow of water streams down the slippery stone staircase. The water here is cool and refreshing. Staircase Falls has been rumoured to be the place where reality is met by magic; where peaceful spirits dwell. They are rumoured to have healing powers that are used to help the desperately hurt, though no one has experienced this, except for, perhaps, Kaive.
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Posted on April 20, 2014 at 00:43:32 AM by NeMO
 Blood. The substance had become something that kept the young adult running. Literally. Whatever life he found, he sent straight to the world of the dead. Sometimes the lust would drag on for hours and he wouldn't even take a moment after just covering himself in the scarlet to drain whatever poor victim had fallen at his hand. He was just in this to kill. To blow off steam. To show himself and anyone that had ever not believed in his ability to be anything more than a simple bastard boy who couldn't even fend for himself that he was anything but. And thus which leads to this day- NeMO had set off in the early hours of the night, staying true to that of a nightwalker, travelling only when the stars were there to light his way. However, he couldn't shake the familiarity of the sun and yearned desperately for it's carress to pull at his flesh as an insistent lover does. He lusted for its warmth to be granted to him. This day he managed to only stay within ten victims. Most of which were indeed Lera and not vargs themselves. Unfortunately for that rabbit in his jowls, he wasn't going to be needing most of it's meat, just a pint of blood or two. The rest would go to waste. Unused and uncared for. The skeleton would sink into the dirt without a purpose of having its life taken away save for the savory taste of the crimson life that coursed through its body, coating it's pink muscles with liquid rubies. A sound and scent, so sweet that it made the boy's mouth water in anticipation, brought NeMO, though in his dazed state between conscious and unconscious, stopped stock still. His head slowly turned away from this kill he had stayed beside to actually drain all the way through. Russet watchers lined with veins of silver dilated in the dappled sunlight and his auds pricked up in curiosity. Across the way sat one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen. NeMO, a boy who had never quite thought of females as anything more than delicate, breakable porcelain dolls, was struck by her appearance as he had never been struck before. What a sight that must have been to see. He was covered in the stench of death, though his eating habits had gotten less messy, only leaving his palette to be covered in drying crimson. Blood dripped from his chin-- the sound of it hitting the terra was suddenly the loudest sound in the world. He was paying her his full attention, though why he was taking the time to do so was beyond his knowledge. Fortunately for her it was not the same kind of attention he would show to prey. That was when his dreamers narrowed and his radars were pressed against his skull, flattening himself as much as possible. The newborn vampire swallowed hard, feeling the uncomfortable feeling of dried blood as it wetted itself again down his throat. What the hell was this? Sure he had heard stories of when one sees their fated soulmate they suddenly couldn't look away. That they were drawn in by their very presence. But that was all just a story-- otherwise his mother wouldn't have had to be a whore to her King and NeMO's father. She would have instead gone searching for her matching set. No, he didn't believe in love. He didn't believe in the stupid stories of fate either. Instead he beleived them to be a stockpile of crap rubbish that femmes in love with the idea of love itself to have made up so that their children would believe the shit as well. So what was this here now? Why did his blood tug in her direction? Was she that appealing to him? So far the white archangel had not murdered a femme. He had steered clear of them for whatever reason-- perhaps it was because he did find them to be broken too easily. That they were hardly worth killing because the look in their eyes as he brought his teeth to their throat would be that of shock, disappointment and complete utter despair. The males that he had sent to their grave had fought him back, almost making him believe that they deserved to die. That they were against him anyway, so it did not matter whether or not he stole their life away from them. But this girl... It was the first time he wanted to taste a woman's flesh. And he did not question it. However he did not allow his legs to have their way. He may watnt to taste the blood of a virgin, but he was not so desperate as to attack her for it. He stood up quickly, feeling the act in his shoulder, which had been dislocated (though now was back in its proper place thanks to an act of bravery by the boy himself as he popped it back) earlier. His body went numb and he could barely stand on his own feet, and he went tumbling oh so gracefully back to the ground. Unfortunately for him, the ground he had been standing on was at an angle next to the stream-- he slid down the slope and landed right on that goddamn shoulder. If she hadn't seen him yet, she would definitely have caught him now. A curse flew from the adolescent's vocals and he stood up, ignoring the sharp knives digging into his blade as best he could. But his best wasn't enough. He stumbled again, sure that this time the shoulder really was dislocated once more, and eventually gave up, almost losing conciousness from the act of trying to get his body back up. His back was to her and therefore he was facing away. If she was smart, and lord he hoped she was, she would move in the opposite direction. Maybe he had scared her by the sudden movement, frightening her off.... He spat a pool of blood on the ground as he waited for the pain to subside a bit so that he may show his leg just what it deserved from failing him. .... |
well that was cute.
graceful NeMO.
graceful.
Replies:
- you were so innocent, but you were stealing my heart - By lihli April 20, 2014 at 02:09:29 AM
OVERDOSE - By NeMO April 20, 2014 at 06:36:19 PM
you were so innocent, but you were stealing my heart - By lihli April 21, 2014 at 04:13:50 AM
OVERDOSE - By NeMO April 21, 2014 at 06:22:20 PM
you were so, innocent but you were stealing my heart - By lihli May 2, 2014 at 06:45:01 PM
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