#vampiric-bite

[muppeteyes1001]

“do you mind if i join you for a bit ?”

(From Rei)

🐝  *  ―  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.

It was late evening. Since it was the beginning of Summer, the sun had set just a short while ago. Kitt had settled at a random, almost medieval-looking, pub in a place that had mostly non-human patrons. It was a weekend night, so there were quite a few folks coming and going. A bit on the rowdy side tonight, so the felinoid opted to sit at a small round table towards the back of the bar.

She had been quietly enjoying a cup of spiked cider, contently closing her eyes as she took another sip. It was then that her ears would perk up at the sound of a voice approach her, causing her to turn her head .. and look up .. to it's source. This tall elven man looked vaguely familiar.

"No .. Not particularly! .. Go ahead, tis a free country .. I think" Kitt coolly replies .. Saying that last bit in an uncertain whisper ... gesturing to the empty seat in front of her.

[spxcemuses]

@vampiric-bite asked: Death this is important: can you howl?

[ Random Ask ] | Always Accepting

" Of course I can. I am a wolf, after all...Wolves howl. "

Part of him thought it was a dumb question to ask, but he brushes it off. He inhales deeply before letting out a low, eerie-sounding howl. Death's smile widens a little bit afterward, almost creepily.

" Does that answer your question? "

[svndrenched]

@vampiric-bite continued from here

It felt like the trees breathed a sigh of relief when the bear collapsed to the ground. The deputy dropped the rifle from his shoulder the glare daggers into the man that drew the bear's attention. People getting mauled by the wilderness didn't exactly draw the crowds to Strawberry, the the community was desperate for some visitors. Now, Zecharias, being the level-headed, considerate man he is, shouted up to the stranger.

"You stupid or just got a death wish? Let's save ourselves the time and just git it outta the way right now."

[corvoimperiale]

Half-heartedly, the mortal strolled through the forest, having taken on a mission too important to give anyone the chance to fail. To reconnoitre the area, to examine the flora and fauna of the place. He was intrigued by how little he saw, how ordinary it all seemed to him, but there was something different about the night.

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[moonlit-beginnings]

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@dalamusrex

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[streetwisetemptress]

(Continued from here)

@vampiric-bite

”Are you sure? You’re not hurt, are you?” Collapsing to her knees, the dancer scanned his body, searching for any potential wound. But the mention of the guards, only boiled her anger as she clenched her fists. “Those idiotic guards...” She muttered under her breath. “What did they want from you?”

[mystic-magi-mansion]

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Cyrus hummed. “Well, that complicates matters, Mr. Reister...”

“My name is Cyrus. I’m of Clan Ventrue, and the Seneschal of Tuscon, currently. To what do I owe your visit tonight, if I may ask?”

[deliciouslydebauched]

@vampiric-bite continuation

The marksman doesn’t move from his spot, allowing the furies to advance on him in a circle with their hands on their swords. Reaver revelled in the midst of battle, there was nothing he enjoyed more than the sound of his bullets piercing through skulls and reminding those around him of his skill; however, he enjoyed battles on his terms. So for these beasts to engage him in a fight whilst he was preoccupied with Reistr...it was a discourtesy that would not go unpunished. 

Four furies and one hero. The numbers were against him, but any who knew Reaver were aware this wouldn’t phase him. In sync the creatures leap towards him, their high pitched wails increasing in intensity as they point their blades at his throat. 

“Ladies, please....” 

At the last second he pulls his dragonstomper on them, spinning in a tight circle and sending a shot in the direction of each fighter. The bullets hit each on the neck, tearing their arteries and causing them to stumble to the ground, choking and gagging on their own blood as it fills their throat. He could have been merciful and killed them instantly with a fire to the brain... but as aforementioned they had interrupted his discussion. He raises the rifle and blows on the barrel, that faint smell of gunpowder tingling his senses. There truly was no finer smell. Looking down to them the male smirks. 

“Whilst you are certainly not the first women to throw yourselves in my direction...I’ve always viewed such eagerness as uncomely. It’s nothing personal.”

He strides over to the nearest one and places a foot on her chest, resting an elbow on his knee so he can lean down to peer at the dying fury. He watches her for several seconds before using the gun to put one final bullet through her heart. He turns back to look to Reistr, smiling snidely. 

“Well, it seems dinner has delivered itself onto your doorstep. How lucky for you.”