I am the Conundrum

Relamus Sarayn. Formerly of House Telvanni. Which means nothing now, as I'm sure you understand. [[Skyrim character blog. Mod is 18+. Some content may be nsfw.]]

[lusacant]

My  Dunmer vampire lord, Relamus, drawn by the extremely  talented Maria!  I LOVE HIM.  MOST HANDSOME (????) GRUMP.  Probably the only  vampire you want me to meet in a dark alley.  Or do you?

[relamus]

[[ I am going to get active.  I am going to get active.  I must get active. ]]

[cookingforsithis-deactivated202]

[ Jean-Pierre moves to his own corner when he sees the chance. Posture hunched, limbs ready, prepared to strike at any given moment. ]

I could say the same about you.

[relamus]

I am a vampire.  My explanation isn’t so complex.  But you’re no vampire, are you?

[cookingforsithis-deactivated202]

What th–

[ He feels the vampire on his chest before he sees him– impossible, even with his own heightened senses. But it was here he hoped his strength helped him. He held onto the vampire’s icy cold skin– not unlike his– and tried to brace himself. Relamus would find that Jean-Pierre’s grip was too strong, even for a man of his build. ]

[relamus]

[His eyes narrow when he recognizes the unusual strength. Imperceptible from a distance.  He snarls and moved abruptly away, resigned to quickly rethinking his strategy.  Strange man.  Dead man, with skin so cold.  He prowled around the corners of the cave, hands heating with the thought of magic.]

There’s something different about you.

[cookingforsithis-deactivated202]

[ Jean-Pierre kept his eyes hard on the vampire, standing his ground. He’s fought off the others before, when he was with Lady Anaïs. This wouldn’t be a different fight. ]

I’m not scared of you.

[ his words were even and brave. Perhaps a little foolish, even. ]

[relamus]

You should be. 

[He moves quickly, too fast to be human.  He hardly makes a sound, and his hands are firm on Jean Pierre’s chest.  He tries to shove him backwards, and out of the cave.]

[cookingforsithis-deactivated202]

[ a scoff ]

Do you always go around starting fights with narrative?

What do you want from me?

[relamus]

I want you to start running.

I only enjoy a kill if there’s a chase.

[cookingforsithis-deactivated202]

[ he eyes up the vampire ]

Why should I care, then? The strong eat the weak, don’t they? That’s what everyone says.

[ No, that’s what the other Briarhearts said. ]

[relamus]

Eating the weak makes you nothing more than a scavenger.  You’re a wolf, prowling around in the snow, stealing scraps from the winter-killed.

And now, you’re in the presence of a lion.

You have become the weak.

[cookingforsithis-deactivated202]

That’s not my problem.

[ no illusion, but a threat. Jean-Pierre cannot hear a heartbeat. Undead, but what? Vampire? ]

[relamus]

You made the mess.  It’s very much your problem.

[cookingforsithis-deactivated202]

[A voice speaks softly from the semi-darkness of Jean-Pierre's cave.] You are a long way from home.

[ he swears this is an illusion, but his eyes go hard and cold ]

Who are you?

[relamus]

I’ve been watching you, feeding like a beast.  You’ve made a mess.  A mess some of the locals, unfortunately, are attributing to me.

[relamus]

How lonely are you, Relamus?

I am fine.

[felnyx-deactivated20170707]

“What’s a Volkihar? Sounds like a disease.”

[relamus]

Indeed.

[relamus]

I thought I would never say this.  However, I have come to despise being alone.

[relamus]

Tell us about your fellow vampires.

There are vampires, and then there are vampires.  They are not all alike.

There’s the common rabble:  Creatures who are bitten and succumb.  They stumble about in the darkness like mute bats, and serve no real purpose save for to send small towns into mass hysteria and to leave messes wherever they hunt.

The vampire lords differ in that we retain most of ourselves.  We have pursuits beyond easing the thirst.  Most of us, at any rate.  Or were you looking for something  more specific?  It doesn’t do to gossip.

[relamus]

Tell us about your current feelings towards Camille

Camille is a foolish boy who has lacked guidance from, I would assume, the moment of his birth.  He was allowed to run roughshod wherever he liked, and it shows.  He is naive, foolhardy, and reckless.  He doesn’t know danger even when it comes and strikes him across the face.

But he is also marvelously intelligent.  He knows it, what’s more; Perhaps that contributes to his stubbornness.  There’s never any creature quite as infuriating as one who believes he always knows best and fears nothing.

Camille is kind to those who do not deserve it.  He acts before he thinks, but he does so with good intention.   He lives as though he has wings on his feet, and he can’t keep them from fluttering.   It is very, incredibly easy to fall in love with someone like Camille.  It is easy, and it is dangerous.  I would know.  I do know.  He’s not someone you can truly forget.  I doubt he’ll ever be far from my mind.

[relamus]

I heard that vampires make for very inclusive club administrators, they're always looking for new blood.

Hilarious.

[constructionset]

Tell us about your...Finish the sentence!

[relamus]

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