Vampire RP anyone?

Originally posted by Wild-Cherry
She stood, still unable to speak. The tears had finally ceased. She reached out for him.
" Please don't leave. Please."
She whispered. The tears flooded her eyes again as she waited for the night to simply envelope her. She spread, reluctantly, the wings he had given her. Her heart had been ripped apart, then slowly peiced into a pile which was now blowing away in the cool niight wind. She looked at her wrist, the mark on it only destroyed her a little more. Attempting to comfort herself she thought over and over about how this was not the first time, but it only worsened the pain.
Give it up Shona.
Her whole body heaved with a sigh. Two wings covered her body as it trembled wiht soft sobs. She had not cried in so long that now it wouldnt stop. It was truley a pathetic sight to behold. She felt as if she were a flower trying to blom in snow. It was worthless trying to force through the cold ice that enveloped her body which heald onto itself by a mere thread, the tiny bit of sun that still showed through. Now it was night, a cold winter night.
Even if it is not returned...I love you.
Finally she stood, walking away, unwilling to try her wings, a constant reminder of the one she had appearantly lost. Her feet felt like lead, falling and rising with the chain shanks of her brutal emotions when finally a mountain range came into iew. It was cold...winter was closing in quickly.

A small silhouette took form behind Shona, it was tall and elegant, but almost demonic. The voice that followed was shattering, and mind blowing; all but comforting. In times of darkness/ when there is no light/ the heart cries out. What brings the pain is not the cold/ but the silence of no reply. Before she could turn around, he gave her a blow to the back of the head. Shock, numb, and then darkness; Cold bitter darkness....

The silence of no reply...

Shona had barely sensed the prescense behind her when she was sent plummeting into a spinning vortex of an almost comfortable darkness. The moment of pain soon turned to a relaxing realm of simple numbness in which she fled her ture emotiosns.
What...is this...?

{sry, cant rly type right now }

Originally posted by Wild-Cherry
Shona had barely sensed the prescense behind her when she was sent plummeting into a spinning vortex of an almost comfortable darkness. The moment of pain soon turned to a relaxing realm of simple numbness in which she fled her ture emotiosns.
What...is this...?

{sry, cant rly type right now }

The huge demonic character stood over the unconsious body as these deformed little grimlins hobbled their way over to his side. "Take the body to the chariot and send to her to Surda. I will take care of Leinhart." The little creature grunted and snorted as it lugged Shona over his shoulder as though she were a pillow.

"We will see each other soon, Leinhart. I Regnier, promise it..."

{ If no one minds, i may bring Dreyselle back eventually. Im too lazy to find the profile so ill remake it soon enough }

Shona's deep cacoon of emotions suddenly faded into a vivid picture of Leinhart. She could feel him holding her as she trembled in the water, suddenly freezing cold. Her eyes shot open and an uncontrollable reaction sent her flapping her wings in a vivid frenzy. A picture of fear, anger, and annoyance painted itself upon her as she began to thrash around wildly in attempt to lose her smaller captor.

There were quite a few around, she noticed. Her eyes narrowed and she opened her tightly clenched fist slamming it into the creatures face as it chuckled.

{ Oh, wait..Dreyselle was the other RP, her sis was Evangianna..😛 }

Originally posted by Wild-Cherry
{ If no one minds, i may bring Dreyselle back eventually. Im too lazy to find the profile so ill remake it soon enough }

Shona's deep cacoon of emotions suddenly faded into a vivid picture of Leinhart. She could feel him holding her as she trembled in the water, suddenly freezing cold. Her eyes shot open and an uncontrollable reaction sent her flapping her wings in a vivid frenzy. A picture of fear, anger, and annoyance painted itself upon her as she began to thrash around wildly in attempt to lose her smaller captor.

There were quite a few around, she noticed. Her eyes narrowed and she opened her tightly clenched fist slamming it into the creatures face as it chuckled.

The creature grunted and shrugged her back, so that her annoying little fingers wouldn't rub in his face. "Why is pretty lady so movity?", the carrier asked one of his companions. "I dunno, maybe she need another hit." The carrier chuckled that sounded more of a snort than an actual sound of humor.

When the companion went to lift his war hammer, another tall creature (vampire and female by the sound of her voice) caught the weapon inches before it fell on it's target. She sent it back into the hands of the ogre knocking him back on his rear. "You would have killed her, you ignorant flea bag!" She halted the leader and tapped towards the ground, "Don't worry," she assured him, " she wont run while I'm here." The ogre seeing no reason to argue with a vampire, set Shona down and ran to go get the Black Chariot.

Shona grimaced and avoided flinching at the others around her. Forcing her self to her feet she ignored a dizzy rush that rolled past her head and faced the female before her. Only then did she notice the small trickle of blood which seeped slowly from her slightly swollen lip.
" Who are you?"
She rather demanded, then asked. Her whole body was tense as she anticipated what was to come. She kept from blinking, and moved only to wipe away the spot of blood from her chin. Her fists remained clenched in an annoyed and instinctive manner, and she kept her peircing eyes locked on the other vampiress's. In the back of her mind Leinhart would reside, constantly now, as she looked on.

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Evangianna hummed somewhat softly as she sat beneath the towering oak tree which shaded her from above. The few clouds that passed in the sky were banished from her ever watchful eyes with the rest of the trees which blanketed the thick forest she sat it. Her voice trailed off suddenly on a sharp note as her eyes narrowed slightly.
Something was wrong...but what?
She couldnt seem to shake the feeling, so she stood and decided to walk home instead. As her body rose she gently stretched the single sterling wing on her slightly arched back. On her oppisite shoulder a slightly feathered nub jerked with this motion. Dark silver hair, falling at an angle to her pale chin, wavered slightly with the disruption. Two steely pools of emotion followed the movement of the wind, matching the rest of her aspects.

She walked towards her home at a slow pace, her mind wondering as to what could be nagging her so. What ever it was, she figured, must be of dire importance. She let out a sigh, giving up for the time being as the dank and abandoned castle she called home came into view. A Loud whinny greeted her arrival, summoning a slight curve of her thin lip. She made her way past the empty stalls towards the only occupied one.
Sepharon.

The huge, Jet black, winged horse snorted and tossed his massive head as she approached. His two crimson eyes peirced through her own in an excited glare. He pawed at the door in a tense frusteration. Evangianna closed her eyes.

" You and I both know you are perfectly capable of getting out of this human contraption yourself. If your hungry , Id advise you to do so. "

With that she turned to hide the soft grin which had crawled onto her lips. She would never let the poor beast starved, he was probably the closest to love she'd ever come. A chuckle accompanied the annoyed pawing of Sepharon's hoof and the slight rumble of thunder in the distance. She glanced at the edge of the wood where she had left waiting the carcasses of a hawk and a few rabbits. A loud bang interrupted her thoughts as Sepharon easily knocked open the wooden door and trotted out. He snorted aggrivatedly at Evangianna before spreading his wings possesively. She laughed and wwatched as he quickly found the meals she had left him. His fangs pierced into the meat and he devoured it almost instantanioussly. Once again she frowned. That feeling was back again.

Pushing open her door she made her way to the room she slept in, furnished with an antique bed and dark red sheets. It's goosedown cover completed it. She had taken owner ship of the castle long ago as she found it, abandoned. Time had tol dher of it's origins, once part of a large vampiric community. They had all, however, been killed. She sighed and sat on her bed, trying to place the last time she had felt like this. She quite recalled the exact emotion, but couldnt place the time. When her father had left? No. That was different. She took a moment to reminisce on that before concentrating again. Her father and mother had both heald a high position in her clan, at keast untill they got into a disput, and Evangianna's mother went off and mated with that half vampire, brining life to Shona, who had been raised ever scince the age of four in the human world.
Ah! thats it! I felt like this when Shona was taken away to live with her half bred father..she was upset, afraid, angered. Her emotions speared mine like nothing i had ever felt before, she must be-

Her face darkened. She needed to find her sister.

EDIT: { Sorry,ignore plz}

Originally posted by Wild-Cherry
Shona grimaced and avoided flinching at the others around her. Forcing her self to her feet she ignored a dizzy rush that rolled past her head and faced the female before her. Only then did she notice the small trickle of blood which seeped slowly from her slightly swollen lip.
" Who are you?"
She rather demanded, then asked. Her whole body was tense as she anticipated what was to come. She kept from blinking, and moved only to wipe away the spot of blood from her chin. Her fists remained clenched in an annoyed and instinctive manner, and she kept her peircing eyes locked on the other vampiress's. In the back of her mind Leinhart would reside, constantly now, as she looked on.

The vampiress sneered, offended by the line of question. "I guess Leinhart failed to mention me. Than again, he no longer speaks highly of family." She paced around Shona, as though inspecting her of flaws or inadequacies, "I am Morene, the older sister of Leinhart. The oldest, to be precise." She circled around till she stood in front of Shona, "we were a happy family of 12. Now we are a divided family, of a dwindling 4." The snarling of abyssal black horses pulling a iron carriage broke the conversation. A skeletal hooded figure held the reigns. Morene proceeded to open the door, "After you..."

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Leinhart found himself perched ontop of a gargoyles head on some abandoned cathedral. He starred aimlessly into the sky, "what have I done?" he asked himself.

"You have disturbed the balance, defied the odds, and made countless patriarchs quite angry. You haven't changed a bit." Leinhart jolted around trying to find who spoke. "Can it be?" The towering monstrosity that was Regnier, stepped forward from hiding behind one of the support beams. "Yes, Leinhart. I have returned."

Leinhart stood speechless, "No it's impossible. The encabolssa war, the destruction of the ancient heart. Your mortality..."

"Yes it is true. After the Encabolssa war, due to the destruction of the ancient heart, I regained my mortality and was killed soon after. However soon after my death, you destroyed Encabolssa, Ilris awoke and restored me to my original state. But when I had returned, the world was not as it was. Much has changed." Leinhart still could not reply, the very thought that Regnier stood before him, THE REGNIER!!! We may have a chance at defeating this problem once and for all.

"Do not let your thoughts deceive you, Leinhart. I have not come to fight your war. I have but come to assist you. Not in war, but in other more pressing matters. Vellond is not as it was. The people are scattered and without a rightful heir to the throne. Your people stand on the brink of extinction. I have come to see whether or not you will follow your father's footsteps and return to Vellond."

"And if I don't?" Leinhart replied finally breaking his spell of silence.

"Than I will move from Hexter with my army of Ogres, and we shall eradicate your people and everyone who claims to be a vampire. Half breeds and all."

Shona glared at her hostilly, her body washed over with a nervous annoyance. Her hair rustled in the breeze and she looked towards the carriages driver. With a somewhat soft grunt she nodded her head.
Sister...? He never mentioned-
She cut herself off. It had not been her business anyway. Somewhat of an agrivation had formed in her head. She felt, if at all possible, almost used. She hated facing things like that. Shaking her head slowly she let her arms rest upon the seat before her , before clambering in and promptly sliding to the side opposite the door. Her deep red eyes were locked onto the floor beneath the shaded window beside her. A sudden pain in her chest brought an annoying lump to her throat, threatning to break free. She remembered how she used to be, befor eshe met Leinhart, and swallowed it. She tried desperately to tell herself she was unwanted in hs prescense, but a gleam of hope readily presented itself each time she shied from her own feelings, the truth. She wished she couldve remained that way, emotionally sedentary, forever. She knew she would only get hurt...hurt the one she had come to love.

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Breath. Now, where was that place? The humans dwelled plentifully there, has she changed her location? Why can't I sense her aura, damn it?!

Evangianna's slender body was tensed as she searched her mind and as far the premescis around her as she could for her younger half sister. She knew somethinig was wrong, but what? Could mshe be hurt, or even- she flinched momentarily- dead? Damn it. She remembered mother's words.

" Now, Evangianna, I know how bitterly you feel of the humans, but you and I both know she could live a life better than this. She would never be at risk to these things. You are also quite aware that our own clan holds quite a despise for I, you know well why, and that is not the objet of our current discussion.

Evangianna's mouth had twisted downward on her young face, and her two premature wings pressed together annoyedly.

" But she's my sister! I have to take care of her! Mother, please! Can I at least join her?"

She had asked through pleading eyes. Her mother looked towards their home, strung beneath the hill on which they sat. She recieved instantly a dirty look, or a narrow minded shake of the head. She sighed.

You , Evangianna, crave the taste of sweet blood. As we have noticed, Shonoa does not. And, an amazing inheritance among us, mind you, the mortals would not accept such a beautiful winged creature such as yourself.

With that, and a kiss on the forhead, her mother took off on her steed, a large black brute of a horse, towards the human village, where Shona's mutt of a father live. Enraged, Evangianna vowed to protect her.

Snapping back to the present, Evangianna nodded and walked outside. She knew what she had to do. Suddenly stopping, her liquid like eyes widened. There was a major disturbance in the balance of nature. She felt the hatred flowing freely through the atmosphere. So much hostility, it seemed all directed at...no. She narrowed her large eyes and looked up at where Sepharon stood. She bowed her head resectfully, requesting his service. These windged beasts were testy animals, and served no one. Sepharon's fangs exposed as he tossed his large head nervously, and trotted before her, lowering his head daintily. She stood, patting his nose as a kindred thanks. Using her honed skills in the art of shadow, she created a binding shadow strand, which looped around his muzzle and forhead as a bridle and reigns. She pulle dherself onto his back, and with a loud whinney and rear they were off. Off to where she sensed the unnamable power.

Originally posted by Wild-Cherry
Shona glared at her hostilly, her body washed over with a nervous annoyance. Her hair rustled in the breeze and she looked towards the carriages driver. With a somewhat soft grunt she nodded her head.
Sister...? He never mentioned-
She cut herself off. It had not been her business anyway. Somewhat of an agrivation had formed in her head. She felt, if at all possible, almost used. She hated facing things like that. Shaking her head slowly she let her arms rest upon the seat before her , before clambering in and promptly sliding to the side opposite the door. Her deep red eyes were locked onto the floor beneath the shaded window beside her. A sudden pain in her chest brought an annoying lump to her throat, threatning to break free. She remembered how she used to be, befor eshe met Leinhart, and swallowed it. She tried desperately to tell herself she was unwanted in hs prescense, but a gleam of hope readily presented itself each time she shied from her own feelings, the truth. She wished she couldve remained that way, emotionally sedentary, forever. She knew she would only get hurt...hurt the one she had come to love.

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Morene sat opposite and across from Shona. Her eyes transfixed upon the her...guest. "Forgive the intrusion, I'm sure you must feel lost with all these questions. One moment you were a miserable wretch, and now your the equal to us: the patri and matriarchs of this race." She twiddled with her fingers, twirling a small golden bracelet between them. "Do you love him?" At this question, she did not face to meet her reply. The chariot had slowly taken flight. The mares pulling the chariot into the cloudy night.

"Before you answer I want you to understand something," Morene interrupted, "you see Leinhart is more than just a pure bred vampire. He is a prince. Heir, if I may add, to a forgotten throne. Our people," she said snarling at the idea of half-breeds being a part of her own, "have become lost, and divided. A once proud race that struck fear into the hearts of entire civilizations, both alive and dead, are nothing more than street rats, picking up the crumbs society leaves behind." A thunder clasped as they made their way above the clouds.

"We are taking you to Vellond, the once pride and joy of our race. Here you will be properly educated on the ways of the pure bred." The conversation that seemed to have took minutes, had in fact distracted them from the reality of time. The driver descended the carriage and were flying over a vast forest. As the continued, the came across a kingdom that was lit with large fires and and lanterns. It was a normal town, with people and animals. Except, they were wearing old traditional clothing and the technology did not seem all that advanced. The carriage wafted and turned, until landing on the front of the enormous castle. The chariot door was opened by the driver, who too had changed appearance. He was no longer the dark hooded figure. But rather, a green one that stopped at the cranium. He wore a spiked chain that cut across his skull of a face like an 'X'. His robe was tied to the waist by another black chain the carried two purple prisms at each end. "Thank you Lich," Morene commented as she stepped out of the vehicle. She turned to Shona and extended her hand, "Welcome to your new home."

Originally posted by AOR
Morene sat opposite and across from Shona. Her eyes transfixed upon the her...guest. "Forgive the intrusion, I'm sure you must feel lost with all these questions. One moment you were a miserable wretch, and now your the equal to us: the patri and matriarchs of this race." She twiddled with her fingers, twirling a small golden bracelet between them. "Do you love him?" At this question, she did not face to meet her reply. The chariot had slowly taken flight. The mares pulling the chariot into the cloudy night.

"Before you answer I want you to understand something," Morene interrupted, "you see Leinhart is more than just a pure bred vampire. He is a prince. Heir, if I may add, to a forgotten throne. Our people," she said snarling at the idea of half-breeds being a part of her own, "have become lost, and divided. A once proud race that struck fear into the hearts of entire civilizations, both alive and dead, are nothing more than street rats, picking up the crumbs society leaves behind." A thunder clasped as they made their way above the clouds.

"We are taking you to Vellond, the once pride and joy of our race. Here you will be properly educated on the ways of the pure bred." The conversation that seemed to have took minutes, had in fact distracted them from the reality of time. The driver descended the carriage and were flying over a vast forest. As the continued, the came across a kingdom that was lit with large fires and and lanterns. It was a normal town, with people and animals. Except, they were wearing old traditional clothing and the technology did not seem all that advanced. The carriage wafted and turned, until landing on the front of the enormous castle. The chariot door was opened by the driver, who too had changed appearance. He was no longer the dark hooded figure. But rather, a green one that stopped at the cranium. He wore a spiked chain that cut across his skull of a face like an 'X'. His robe was tied to the waist by another black chain the carried two purple prisms at each end. "Thank you Lich," Morene commented as she stepped out of the vehicle. She turned to Shona and extended her hand, "Welcome to your new home."

Morene's next question aggrivated her, but before she could answer the vampiress carried on.
Prince? Hier? How the hell am I supposed to add up?
The now all to common burning sensation enraptured her docile eyes, but she refused to let it out. No, she wasn't going to cry any more. It seemed, allthough she had asked, that Leinhart's sister did not want to hear her response. So she did not speak. She would only fall to the woman's harsh words for now, try desperately to keep hold of her sanity as she raged on. Finally her voice softened, but it's intentions remained clear.
Properly educated.
Something inside her stomach dropped, and she kept her eyes focused at the passing sky untill they came to a halt. She hadn't noticed they had even stopped untill Morene thanked the driver, at which point she exited the carriage. Her new home? What a lovely decision that had been made for her. It didnt matter, she was not leaving much behind anyway.

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" Woah! Easy! "

A loud bout of thunder cracked in the dark grey sky, startling Sepharon to the point at which he twisted his large balck wings to a vertical position, beating them in hard, nervous strokes. His hooves thrashed threatiningly before him, and Evangianna held on tightly to the shadow-bindied reigns she had created.

" Easy, thats it. You're alright. "

The beast finally calmed, but his ears swivled uncertainly, and his fangs opened and gnashed down repetitively in a quick succession. He kept, however, flying on under Evangianna's command. The rain followed the thunder only minutes later, begging with heavy sheets of small light drops, and eventually gaining momentum. It was soon pelting down angrily upon them, and Sepharon was not taking it well. With a sigh Evangianna guided him downwards. Above the trees in a thick forest she noted someone, someone of great power.
She narrowed her eyes.
It was a vampire, male, with two large black wings. Quite an accomplishment, which showed off how far his talents truly extended. She smirked slightly imagining his thoughts on her single silver wing.

Sepharon's large hooves slammed heavily upon the forest floor, between multitudes of trees. The rain shimmered on Sepharon's already dark pelt, and Evangianna rose her eyes to Leinhart, her cloak shading her pale face. She slid it off, two deep solver pools scoping the vampire out. This was the one. His aura matched the one she had sensed generating from Shona perfectly..unless... she glared at him through the hair that hung soaking in front of her eyes, which widened suddenly. She knew of this vampire. Long before the rebellion many in her own clan spoke of him, and his empire. Her eyes took on a slight narrow.

" You. "

She whispered.

Originally posted by Wild-Cherry

" Woah! Easy! "

A loud bout of thunder cracked in the dark grey sky, startling Sepharon to the point at which he twisted his large balck wings to a vertical position, beating them in hard, nervous strokes. His hooves thrashed threatiningly before him, and Evangianna held on tightly to the shadow-bindied reigns she had created.

" Easy, thats it. You're alright. "

The beast finally calmed, but his ears swivled uncertainly, and his fangs opened and gnashed down repetitively in a quick succession. He kept, however, flying on under Evangianna's command. The rain followed the thunder only minutes later, begging with heavy sheets of small light drops, and eventually gaining momentum. It was soon pelting down angrily upon them, and Sepharon was not taking it well. With a sigh Evangianna guided him downwards. Above the trees in a thick forest she noted someone, someone of great power.
She narrowed her eyes.
It was a vampire, male, with two large black wings. Quite an accomplishment, which showed off how far his talents truly extended. She smirked slightly imagining his thoughts on her single silver wing.

Sepharon's large hooves slammed heavily upon the forest floor, between multitudes of trees. The rain shimmered on Sepharon's already dark pelt, and Evangianna rose her eyes to Leinhart, her cloak shading her pale face. She slid it off, two deep solver pools scoping the vampire out. This was the one. His aura matched the one she had sensed generating from Shona perfectly..unless... she glared at him through the hair that hung soaking in front of her eyes, which widened suddenly. She knew of this vampire. Long before the rebellion many in her own clan spoke of him, and his empire. Her eyes took on a slight narrow.

" You. "

She whispered.

Leinhart was silent for the last remark. Coutnless vampires and half vampires flooded his mind...Shona. He couldn't help but feel a pain of loss, Was it foolishness, ignorance, fate? Where could I have gone wrong? He was interrupted by the annoyance of Regnier. "You try my patience, boy. What is your response?"

Leinhart immidiatly drew his sword and held it towards the neck of Regnier. "Gotcha. You had me convinced that you were in fact the legendary Regnier, who came back from the dead. Your story was breathtaking. Every finite detail in it's place. You would have had to have either been there, or know someone who was. However, the only company I had were that of the orcs (as they were our infantry division) and Regnier. However our entire infantry was destroyed; a minor detail you forgot to enlist.

"What does that have anything to do with my identity contestment," replied Regnier with an air of arrogance?

"Regnier never called me 'boy'!", with that Leinhart lunged and swipped the impersonater across the chest. With a clamor that resonated throughout the church cathedral they stood upon, a small metal necklace fell within the confines of the church. Suddenly the image of Regnier began to wave like the shadow of smoke on a hot day. A shriek of pain, and then a howl; the true idenity was revealed. Before Leinhart stood a itselfLich Patriarch.

"You can not deny your destiny, Leinhart." he hissed as an abbsyl darkness bled from the wound given to him by Leinhart, "Your fate is written amongst the stars!" in a feeble attempt, he lunged a Devour spell. The spell takes the form of a smoky skull as it lunges towards the enemy to steal a principle life essence that is responsible for all life. However Leinhart, being the skilled warrior that he is, countered the move and destroyed the Lich. As the enemy disappeared into fumes of burgandy and black, Leinhart turned and caught the eye of a passer-byer. "Damn, a witness." But as he gazed closer he noticed only a single wing on this woman, "could it be..."

-Bump-

Shona was over taken very suddenly by an unnamed pain. With narrowed eyes she brought two trembling hands to her heart, which throbbed with a passionate fear which she could not identify. She took note of a concerned look from the driver, who soon looked away. Her body heaved as her knees hit the ground, brought down by this gravity which enveloped her. She moved a hand to her lips, eyes widened and bloodshot. She had not eaten much, but something sinister and disgusting pressed its way up her throat. A slow trickle of blood ran down her pale chinm off her thin pink lips. It formed two small puddles before her, inches from her knees. Raven blakc hair fell softly aroun dher face, which was contorted with a twisted pain. Her eyes, reddened and drowned in tears which would not fall, turned into rigid slits as her pupils minimized. Her whole body shook, and a picture formed in her mind.
Leinhart...oh God, Leinhart

She despised herself for feeling this way. It pained her to know she led him on a path which caused him harm. His family, or what was left of it, hated her. He should hate her too, but still, all she could think abotu was his saftey. In a moment she lost the restricting binds which held her to the ground, and stood shakily. She would do anythign for him...anything. Even if she must change her way of life. Even if it could not be between them, be there no chance, she would still fight for his well being.

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Evangianna narrowed her eyes, and glared past Leinhart. Her mouth formed the word that sent an aggrivated chill down her spine. Had he not noticed her? She used much self control not to stand and seize him at that very moment. A sigh escaped her lips. That would most likely monopolize her sister's saftey. Her fangs slid over her bottom lip as she repressed a torrent of angry words and curses upon that monster. His name left a disgusting taste on her small tongue.

" Regnier "

She let out a soft, relieved grunt as he dissapeared, and then lifted her gaze to Leinhart, who , it had seemed, finally taken notice of her prescense. Their eyes met, and his air of confidence hindered slightly. An uncontrollable smirk took captive ehr lips, but she soon forced it away. The hood of her cloak fell back, taking the eerie glow of her pools of shimmering grey with it. She stepped forward, shifting her one wing impaciently.

" Tell me, Prince, What have you done with my sister? What cause have you for the disturbance in her well-guarded life? "

She spat the word prince with an utter sense of arrogance and annoyance. Her steed suddenly whinnied, and reared beside her, breaking the painful silence. A sharp tug on his shadow reins calmed him, and Evangianna looked expectantly at Leinhart.

(ill join 😛)

Name: Jason Vocilan

Age: 371

Race: Vampire

Family: N/A First of the family to become a vampire

Personality: For a vampire, he does not eat human blood. Making him
kinder towards the mortals. He does not find them different from him, though it is not the same otherway round.

Biography: He was young, only 19 when he was turned. He was walking with his lover late at night, walking her home. He doesn't remember much because he was knicked unconcious by his sire and turned. He woke up to see his lover dead and himself cold, pale, and long canine teeth. He was a vampire from then on. Not able to rest himself, kill himself, because he knew he would one day see his sire, and take revenge for his lover's death.

((to late for me to join in))

(Who says?)

((i dont no im just asking because there well far into it))

(They are in an RP of their own right now...)