Fiona put her bow down for a second but pulled it quickly back up when she heard 'vampire'. She jumped down from the tree expertly, not even looking down. She walked up to Yve "Give me any weapons you have." Fiona's heart was beating out of her chest but she kept her face neutral, trying to look like she wasn't scared out of her mind.
“I can’t.” He says, frowning a little and acting completely non bothered or threatened by a thing. “I need my cane to walk.” He says, raising an eyebrow tiredly. He uses the cane to stand, he is very tall, ridiculously as such and is leaning on his cane a little.
(k i gtg to bed Gn!)
Fiona looked at him and her face softened for a second before she sighed "Why aren't you killing me right now?" She asked him "You are a vampire, and i'm just a small human."
(k i gtg to bed Gn!)
Fiona looked at him and her face softened for a second before she sighed "Why aren't you killing me right now?" She asked him "You are a vampire, and i'm just a small human."
(Goodnigh)
He shrugs. “I just want to be at peace, I can just stay out of it and relax and I’ll be happy.” He says. He taps his cane down on the floor and closes his eyes.
“Plus, I’m not a good fighter.”
Kailani took a step forward and looked. "Hmm…" She thought. They could get supply before dark in the town center, that would be safest. But the opportunity to look outside of town was smart as well. "Let's go into town. I thinks that's our safest bet before dark."
Ianthe takes her notebook out again and writes: But wouldn't going out of town help us avoid confronting any vamps?
She writes again: That's what I'm going to do. Then starts to walk out of town.
Yve hears someone walking and moves away into the forest so he doesn’t get aimed at or attacked again. He is a little bored but then again, much disinterested in hurting anyone yet. He would have to get a lot more bored.
Ianthe walks down the path, using her staff as a walking stick. She's somewhat tired but tries to remain focused and alert, ready to run if anybody attempts to attack or confront her.
The cold patch of ice is still on the path from where Yve was sitting and the plants in the patch have iced over completely. Some are even dead. The air around the patch is frozen, cold to breathe and unhealthily chilly.
Ianthe stops a few feet away from the ice. She at pokes it with her staff, then glances around worriedly before retreating into the shadows of the tree.
Yve looks at her and sighs.
“Oh hello.” He says, frowning. “You again.” He says, heating up and trying to get the ice patch to look as though it never happened. It doesn’t work, the plants don’t come back to health. He sighs.
Ianthe takes a step backwards, raising her staff defensively in front of her with shaking hands.
“Have we not been over I have no interest in hurting anyone yet.” He snaps, tapping his cane on the ground.
Ianthe tucks her staff under her arm and writes in her notebook. I don't know if I can trust you. Besides, why else would you be here?
She places the paper on the ground between them and quickly backs away.
“For the peace and quiet.” He says slowly. He is getting sick of explaining that he just has nothing better to do right now. That his life is unimaginably boring, hence why he finds himself in an arena full of vampires trying to kill humans and humans trying to kill vampires.
Ianthe writes again, keeping a watchful eye on Yve. I still can't trust you, though.
((Sorry for the rubbish response, I'm trying to work on a thing for English. L, you'll know what I'm talking about.))
“Bloody hell isnt two times of not killing you enough to get the point across?” He snaps. Then, his mechanical leg gives in and he falls over, crying out. He drops his cane and it rolls a metre or so away. He groans, grumbling.
Ianthe goes to run away, then hesitates. She darts over to the cane, picking it up and taking a few careful steps towards Yve.
He sighs and struggles to get up, adjusting his leg but to no success. It is limp. He pulls his pant leg up and jabs at the leg.
It is a mass of wires, plates of petal and curved ball joints. There are tangles and scratches, dints and bumps and it’s no wonder why his leg is not working. He groans and fiddles with the joint, his working leg shaking a little. Then, both his knees churn in on his body and he falls over, swearing.
He seems to have enough issues to be rendered harmless.
Ianthe steps towards him, placing the cane on the ground next to him and taking out her notebook. She flips through its pages until she stops on a page titled "Fixing". There are detailed drawings of runes, annotated in minuscule writing.
The dracopyre muttered something in his own language, something that was not best repeated in English. His eyes glared after the other vampire. His fangs remaining bared. It was clear the male was seething with rage. It took all his self-control to keep from leaping at the other and simply tearing them apart. The growl continued to emit from him.
Sosdovah hissed softly, then his form once again slunk back to the darkness, seemingly becoming apart of the shadows once again. He slipped along in the darkness, making not a sound, just a simple shadow. The male remained slipping in the shadowy alleyways, knowing he had the advantage there. The draconic male's eyes shifted upwards. He honestly was growing a bit bored staying hidden though. He just had to keep remembering, in due time, the prey would come to him.
There was food provided in houses, which Sosdovah knew the humans would be searching for in order to survive, not that it would matter. A smirk came to the male as he allowed his mind to think about what he would do with his first catch. Perhaps he might catch and release, then catch again. Suppose one could compare it to a cat with a mouse, playing with it until it finally dies. Call it cruel, or whatever you wish, Sosdovah could care less.
He shifted restlessly in the shadows. The dracopyre's head lifted, hearing a cry in the distance. Almost instantly his more draconic instincts kicked in; prey was injured. Which in turn meant easy pickings. A growl came from him again, his form tense. Too tense to where it was painful. Sosdovah so badly wanted to take to his dragon from, but resisted the urge. He swallowed hard, fighting the urge. No, not yet, he couldn't let his dragon nature be shown just yet. To him, that would ruin the surprise…
So the dracopyre made himself lay down in the shadows. His forked tongue flicked in and out, continuing to test the air. His yellow eyes seemingly flashed to red in the darkness, but disappeared again. What sounded like scales scraping seemed to whisper in the shadows as he continued to wait in the alleyways. Perhaps there was a method to his 'madness' of sitting still in the shadows and waiting instead of going out to find the prey.
Fiona watched what had happened to Yve from below the tree she was sitting in, as another person approached, Fiona took off into the forest, her bow still drawn, but it swung with her arms as she ran. She ran as far as she could before she was ready to collapse and then climbed up the nearest tree, catching her breath.
Sym stalked back towards the lake, preferring the advantage he had there over the chance that he might not see any humans. He dove into the water silently, the lake was the only water source in a couple mile radius making it the perfect place to spot people.
Kailani shrugged. "If I do not see you by the time the sunsets, I will look for you." she told the girl as she left. And then she headed into town, scanning the allies and shadows, her eyes growing dark, fully black. She'd rather see what lurked in the shadows, sacrificing better sight in the day. She caught a glimpse of something as she passed. But she was not ready to face a vampire. If she didn't have to, she wasn't going to.
Name: Corbin Abbott.
Species: Human.
Age: 24 years old.
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Dirty blonde hair that is a bit longer than the buzzed style, usually has some sort of stubble on his jaw, hard/clean cut features, athletic build, lightly tanned skin, around 6’0 or so, tattoo sleeves all the way from his wrists to his shoulders, some going along his neck and collar bone, a large scar on the back of his left leg from his lower calf to his mid thigh, large burn scars spotted along his back. He tends to wear a fitting tshirt, his old Navy Seals jacket, loose fitting camo cargo pants, and gym shoes or combat boots.
Powers/skills/abilities: No powers. He is very good with a rifle, though.
Personality type: Introverted, suffers from terrible PTSD, quiet, doesn’t open up easily, keeps to himself, controlling, more on the dominant side, aggressive and rough at times, if he knows and likes you he can get very protective and loyal, has a very rough exterior but he’s really just like a big teddy bear.
Motivations: He craves the excitement of a fight at times, and to satisfy that, he goes hunting.
Backstory: At 18, he applied to go into the Navy and train to be a Seal. At 20, he was stationed in Afghanistan. He was there for two years, until one day on a run, an undetected IED was triggered by his group. Shrapnel had struck him alongbthe leg, making a deep gash that ripped up most of the muscle there, and the heat singed the skin on his back. He had been considered lucky, though, as most of the men in the group lost limbs and were killed. He was rescued and flown back, though, to the US for surgery. He recovered for about a year, and eventually was able to walk again. He now has to use a crutch to walk most of the time, and because he was emotionally destroyed as well, he adopted a service dog, a golden retriever named Orion, to help him with his panic attacks.
Other: He is bisexual
