Noble, at that.

And you must keep your soul like a secret in your throat. My name is hidden. Few mortals will ever know it, but for my Kindred in the darkest of places, I am the Noble Immortal of the Wild Curse. To be honest, though, I'd rather you forget all those titles and just called me Rumi. (VtR character turned RP blog.)

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Loki snapped his teeth at her when she neared, a warning, and were Keir not there mentally telling him to calm down, he would’ve likely attacked. He did not, though, and was visibly pleased when she pulled away.

But even despite this pleasure, his teeth remained gritted, body tense, shoulders shrugged (though only slightly as Keir was still perched on one of them, his feathers all ruffled in his anger). “Wise decision,” the God murmured. “I suggest you leave now, though, before my ravens decide to change their mind. You may not have harmed me, but your presence was and is threat enough for them to willingly attack. And I assure you, they are not kind when they transform their shape.”

[immortalofthecurse]

She laughed then, quietly and defiantly. "Suggest what you like," she said, eyes glittering. "And know that I leave not from fear of your little birds, but from hunger. Know also that I fear no creature who claims to be a god. I fear no creature at all. Some day, when I tire of this unlife, perhaps we will discover if what you say of your blood is true." She vanished then, though not completely - she merely concealed her presence from the senses of others before walking away.

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He didn’t even flinch when she appeared closer, but something nearby did. There was a flurry of feathers, a mass of black, and a warning croaking noise before a larger-than-normal raven suddenly landed on the God’s shoulder and turned a beady black eye on the woman. “Back off,” it hissed in perfect English, the voice of any normal human minus the foreign, unrecognizable accent and the fact that its beak did not mouth the words like a person would. Loki’s teeth gritted, but it was not in response to the bird on his shoulder. Frankly, Keir’s presence was always welcomed.

"Gods don’t taste like anything, as they are Gods," Loki began. "It is the breed of the God that matters, thus meaning neither two taste the same. As I said, I am a Jötunn. A frost giant to be specific. I just mentioned that I am a man of ice and of flames, and while they are titles, they are also truth. You taste this blood, you swallow it, and before you know it it will freeze your insides and, just as quickly, begin to burn them from the inside out. You’ll be but a pile of ash by the end.”

Loki’s fingers twitched then, but before they had been the color of the lightest peach, now they were a grayish blue, strange markings appearing on top of his hand. His arms were covered by his jacket, but were the visible they would have been colored the same, too. Gradually this color began to seep up and down his form, aiming to coat it in time. Jötunn skin burned the flesh of any individual who was not the same species. Frankly, Loki found it slightly shocking he was willingly turning to his Jötunn form as a means of protection considering it was a form he typically never turned to, but in this instance he found its existence to be a blessing in disguise.

[immortalofthecurse]

She grabbed him. She's strong, far stronger than she looks, but not nearly as strong as some others of her kind. She gripped both his hands in hers with the strength of a man much larger than herself, leaning in close, and she inhaled deeply, smelling him. Despite his warning, she had certain powers of her own, and her curiosity outweighed her self-preservation right now. Where others would burn, a few layers of skin merely begin to peel off. However, her Resilience has limitations, and she soon let go before that limit was reached and she begins to burn as he had warned, examining her hands. "How strange," she murmured, scraping off the loosened, damaged flesh. "Like the Cruac. Blood of the Hydra, Flesh of the Hydra," she intoned, then suddenly backed away, this time at a far more normal speed. "I am the Noble Immortal of the Curse, Sanguine, Untamed, Carnal, Elysian. Aetherial, Penultimate. Balanced, Unchained. Cryptic," she added last of all. "I am the Dragon that steals the life of others. I am the Kindred that walks in the shadows by nature and the sun by choice. I am ancient, and I am not half so wise as I am... curious. And lastly, I am Rumi, and even yet I am wise enough to know to seek prey that wears less armor and bleeds less poison."

[seulrene]

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The bristling did not cease and it took all of Loki’s might to keep himself calm and contained, to keep his body from pumping too much adrenaline into his form. The ravens will take care of it if it gets out of hand, he thought to himself. Keir is always nearby watching, just calm down. The words seemed to work a little, though his eyes remained entirely black, like an empty, endless void of some sort. His muscles were still tensed and even as the woman circled him he would turn about, making sure his gaze was upon her the entire time.

"Depends what you mean by that," he stated defensively, his voice a snarl. "I’m a God of the Norse pantheon. I’m an Æsir, a Jötunn, a man of flames, a man of ice. I’m a man of immense power, a master of magic, a teller of tales, a weaver of stories. The list goes on.”

[immortalofthecurse]

She seemed fascinated as he talked, her held tilting to the side curiously. As hungry as she was, she could tell he was likely dangerous, and she stopped circling him abruptly. Akane did not stop swaying, though. "Titles are nothing," she murmured dismissively. "I have had enough in my time to keep us here all night," she added. Loki had only the split second warning of her swaying suddenly halting before she was within inches of him, peering up at him. She had moved so fast it was almost instantaneous, and her strange, unblinking eyes stayed fixed on his. "What does the blood of a so-called 'God' taste like?"

[themasterofwhat-archive-blog]

Vampire, is his last wild, cohesive thought, before the effect of the bite hits him. It felt… good. Really, really good, and he doesn’t have the mental faculties to do anything but moan slightly, arching up into her. If she doesn’t like it, tough. She assaulted him then started straddling him. She definitely started it. The Master’s starting to get very light-headed and very turned on when he finally attempts to push her away. “Stop,” he murmurs, his words almost slurred.

[immortalofthecurse]

There's something in his blood. Akane doesn't know what, but it feels weird on her tongue. The more she tries to wrap her senses around it, the more the nature of it evades her, so she keeps drinking, gorging herself on him while he grinds against her mindlessly, lost in the throes of the Kiss. She's nearly full and starting to really enjoy the odd taste of his blood when he passes out on her from how much she's taken, and she stops abruptly, ashamed of herself for losing control like that. Akane licks the wound closed, then wipes her face with the back of her hand. After a second, she promptly begins to lick every trace of blood from it, then looks down at the unconscious stranger.

Her haven isn't far, and she knows people who drive. One call and five minutes later, and she and a skinny white teenage boy are dragging the Time Lord into the back of a car and driving him out into the middle of nowhere.

They drag him into the basement of a large estate, and she orders the boy out, then waves her hands over the door. To eyes other than her own, it's gone - like a perception filter, but very nearly infallible.

[kingoftheravensarchive]

At first, his brows only furrowed with confusion, but then he suddenly jolted, as if someone had physically pushed him. Immediately, several thick walls sprang up and shielded themselves tightly around his mind—preventing her from delving any further—and the God turned to fix his freshly-blackened (from pupil to schelera, the entire expanse was black) eyes on her. “What the fuck?” He hissed, visibly bristling, a sort of animalistic instinct to make himself appear larger despite the fact he was already large as it was.

[immortalofthecurse]

Her eyes did not go nearly as black, but her pupils all but eclipsed her irises. Akane's stare was piercing and uncanny as she stared at him unblinkingly. "I need to know," she whispered, beginning to pace around him in circles as if she were mesmerized. "I need to know." Her curiosity would get her killed one day, dragged out into the midday sun where not even her most arcane abilities could keep her from turning to ash in minutes. Akane was hungry, and had been awake for a week now, forsaking sleep out of paranoia, and did not have enough strength of will left to avoid a hunger frenzy if it came upon her. "What are you?" she whispered, swaying slightly, her mouth left open and her fangs thoughtlessly exposed in her drowsy fugue.

[themasterofwhat-archive-blog]

"Excuse you," the Master says sharply, having sensed the intrusion the moment she attempted it. "I’m sure you think it’s great fun and entirely within your rights to go rooting through people’s brains like a raccoon through a rubbish bin, but I’ll thank you not to try that with me, or so help me I will turn it right back on you, and quite possibly with a metal probe instead of a mental one.”

[immortalofthecurse]

Akane has never liked threats, and people rarely dare to threaten her. She seems so weak and timid that she doesn't seem worth the threat, but then usually people aren't aware she's rifling through their thoughts and memories. She thinks, briefly, that if she were still human, she might be nauseous right now. She could run, and he'd never catch her, or she could disappear - but these could all cause issues. Big ones.

And besides. She's starving. Akane's forgotten to drink for weeks. Maybe if she Kisses him and then knocks him out, he'll just think he was mugged. She launches herself at him at an utterly inhuman speed, tackling him. Since she is tall for a woman, especially so for a Japanese woman, and she's moving fast, she manages to hit him hard enough to knock him down. Akane crouches over him and sinks her fangs into his throat immediately without giving him a moment to recover.

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Loki turned abruptly at the sound of the voice, his mouth full of a chocolate muffin he’d just finished off, the wrapper having already been thrown into the nearest trashcan. For a second, he just stared, and then he cast a quick glance around him as if checking to make sure this woman was actually speaking to him and not someone else standing near him. There wasn’t anyone in the near vicinity, so he emptied his mouth of the muffin and cleared his throat before speaking, “Uh, hello. Can I help you?”

[immortalofthecurse]

"Yes," she answered softly, closing her eyes and sniffing the air. It provided no further clues, so she opened her eyes and stared at the man more intently. "I am... confused," she decided to explain, then used her praeternatural senses to attempt to sift through his mind with little care for his privacy. She needed to know what he was like she needed the sweet, salty blood of soft-skinned, warm little sheep.

[themasterofwhat-archive-blog]

immortalofthecurse started following you

[themasterofwhat-archive-blog]

The first thing he notices is the smell of death lingering around her. The second thing he notices is that her heartbeat is strangely absent. This, he decides, is probably not a good thing. "Can I help you," he says evenly, and it’s less a question than a polite way of saying "I don’t want to help you. Please leave soon."

[immortalofthecurse]

"Can you?" Akane counters quietly, tilting her head. Yet another entirely new creature, though he smells a slightly like a cat and even less like a human. Her fingers itch to dissect him and see what he is when she notices this. His wariness and her own curiosity makes her eyes shine with excitement, and she narrows them, preparing to probe his mind -

then finds herself completely blocked out, which is even more interesting.

[immortalofthecurse]

+kingoftheravens

His aura fairly glitters with the telltale signs of magic, but he is not human. There is something of the Beast in him, but not the pale, deathlike monster-soul of Kindred, nor the wild, vital one of a disgusting wolf. It seems that there is more to this world than she had ever expected, and a different thirst begins burning inside her - the one that damned her, an unquenchable need for knowledge.

"Hello," she says quietly, her head bowed but her glittering, unblinking eyes still fixed on the stranger from behind a curtain of black hair.

[wintermae]

"No you’re totally fine," Mae told her warmly. "Sometimes I get too wrapped up in my own thinkin’ an’ that happens." She wrinkled her nose a little, embarrassed at having almost knocked the poor woman over. Her eyebrows knitted together and a small chill ran down her spine. Really she should’ve gotten a thicker sweater. "Are you all right, darlin’?"

[immortalofthecurse]

"Fine," Akane whispered, mentally assessing the damage to her skin and how long it will be till darkness finally falls. She wasn't nearly damaged enough to be worried about the pain, but explaining the sunburn and bruising would be difficult if the woman asked questions - Akane had many options, but liked very few of them. She resolved to try to lie, first and foremost, and if she had to, she would simply Obfuscate herself.

[asteritm]

"I am, for my part, whatever I choose to be when it comes to gender."

She grinned, shaking her head. “And I choose to be female. It suits my personality. But if you’re referring to what’s swimming under the meat suit, then you are correct, I, or rather we, wear a face but that’s not what we are,”

Tugging on a stray curl, she shrugged. “But, what’s my existence to a vampire? Are you curious?”

[immortalofthecurse]

Akane is silent for a while. "A favorite saying of mine is 'curiosity killed the cat'. It does, after all. When mortals ask me too many questions, too often they find themselves with my fangs in their neck," she says carefully, making sure to emphasize 'mortals' slightly so Lilly understands it's not a threat. "But I too am the cat, and lost my first life to the temptation of esoteric knowledge I could not hope to possess with a still-beating heart.

"So yes. I am curious."

[wintermae]

immortalofthecurse started following you

She’d taken to sunset strolls after getting off of works, making sure to text all the appropriate people so that there wouldn’t be any worry about her. Once that was done, Mae had no problem with taking her time with her walking.

Apparently she also had no problem getting lost in thought and running into people either.

[immortalofthecurse]

The woman wore a hooded white kimono, and her hands and face were mottled with bruises in the last of the dying light. She folded these into her sleeves immediately, lowering her head. Whatever this creature was, it wasn't human, and it certainly wasn't anything she'd met before - which called for caution. She could smell the scent of something new, something wholly supernatural but never once before encountered. "Excuse me," she murmured quietly, brushing past, quiet and pale as a ghost.

[immortalofthecurse]

Out of fairness, for most of Akane's supernatural powers, I do roll for them, as she is a character created for a tabletop game, and thus her powers are not infallible and require successes (8, 9, or 10) rolled on ten-sided dice. However, her dice pool is nearly ten for most of her Auspex, or "unnatural perception", and the first level, or "Heightened Senses", does not require a dice roll. Neither does Resilience, which keeps her from being damaged by most things that would damage normal vampires, or any of her Coils - that is, the powers that allow her to act and be perceived as a normal human, including taking only the slightest damage from the sun or damage like that of what a human would take from fire.

Though she is often awake during the day, she is weaker then, so if you would prefer a fairer encounter, stress that it is between sunrise and sunset in your starter or your reply to my starter.

[immortalofthecurse]

[She knows for a matter of fact it’s a bloody lie, as she can see it so clearly in his aura that it may as well be the sun she speaks of.]

There is much to fear, when dragons are old and lay in the cold and damp too long and forget the warmth. There is much to fear from metaphor, for when one misunderstands the metaphor, then one wanders the wrong path. And the wrong path… May lead one to the embrace of the cold earth, if one trips.

[chalkdustprophets-archive]

I am not very much super high school level into, the metaphors. But. I suppose it must be true.

[ Another bloody lie. Honey lives for metaphors, just— not these ones, I guess. Either that or he really feels like being subtly contrary this evening. ]

What does this damp weakened dragon find so frightening, that it is worried about the sun and the fire. That is a question.

[immortalofthecurse]

This dragon does not fear the sun and fire so much as the wyrms that burrow deeper into the ground to hide from it. Enough life is left in her body yet to walk through both and come away unburned. Not all dragons hoard gold.

[bringshonortousall-blog]

immortalofthecurse started following you

Mulan regarded the stranger warily. There was something very dark and unnatural about her, though precisely what that might be was lost on the warrior. “Who goes?” she asked, avoiding any intonation that might offend.

[immortalofthecurse]

With her unnatural sight, what Mulan herself was was not entirely lost on Akane. A spirit of some sort, though she was corporeal - she bowed slightly. "A fair question. Most know me as Rumiko, though you would pronounce it Liumeitsu. The meaning does not translate, however. It is an honor to meet one who walks in twilight," she added in Chinese, and smiled slightly. After a hundred years of dealing with her lazy partner and his... retainers, she'd become fluent.

[asteritm]

"Your loss, sweetheart."

Lilly’s nose has already detected the lack of proper blood flow, but to assume someone’s kind sounds rather rude. So she keeps her mouth shut.

"What made you move from Japan to Maine?"

[immortalofthecurse]

"You ask many questions," Akane replies instead. It is then that she lifts her head and takes a proper look - not at the woman's physical form, but her inner form, and sees only that she knows that Akane is not human, and concepts too massive for even her mind to wrap around. Vampire though she may be, give her anything too supernatural and she flounders. Math, science, these she can comprehend, but something here does not add up. She almost considers setting her heart going again, if only to confuse and bewilder. "You know the answer to the most important one, and yet you are not afraid. We two wear the faces of women, but are we that?"