A Mentor Forgotten (Closed RP)
Gaia cocked his head to the side at her question. Now that the vampires were relatively away he let his lips part ever so slightly to allow her scent to reach him from where he sat on his bed. She smelled like a mix of the blood and the scent of wet flatlands. It wasn’t unpleasant, like the smell of ‘wet dog’ as the vampires liked to say, but more… grass after it rained. That was more common among the lycan…. so a half-breed. Probably the first of her kind, the poor thing… Gaia breathed out, it would explain the strangely worded question- at least to him it was odd. “I assume ‘fighters’ are basically soldiers? Then yes… I was. Many years ago.”
At the name, he had a grimace. Glad she had spoken to him, but saddened that she had been given the name instead of having it bestowed upon her by a parent. Strange enough, he found similarities in that. “They call me Gaia.” He gestured with his head toward the door. If she was given the name, it probably meant she was born in captivity. He yawned a bit, showing his rather pointed fangs behind his lips before they closed. They weren’t noticeable when he was talking being the same size as the rest of his teeth, but they were still pointy. He saw her looking and excused himself, “Don’t worry, I only share a very distant common ancestors with the vampire kind. I don’t see them as kinsmen.”
“A soldier...” She mused quietly, under her breath, so they were training her to fight. Combat was something that Runa had wished to learn, but until today, they had ignored her wishes. “But you aren’t anymore. Why?” She asked, looking over at him.
The fangs caught her attention quickly and she tensed at the sight of him, sniffing at the air, he smelled...different. Old. Older than any the vampires she knew. She took some small comfort in his words, she owed her life to the vampires, they raised her. But she also knew how they were. How they treated her and many others that resided in this facility, she both feared and hated them. To hear that his man was not one of them put her at ease. “If you do not view them as kinsmen, why are you here?” She remembered the collar he wore, identical to hers. “Why did you agree to train me? Why do what they asked? You’re strong, I can get that from you. You could leave, couldn’t you?”














