Empty Coffins [Vampires | On-Site | Open]
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Posted 2023-12-21 20:21:35
Etele's lips parted into a sickening grin. His smile, in contrast to his opposer's, spread through all his facial features. His fangs four longs spears, inviting the opposition. "I can indeed see that you have some useful tricks", his dark eyes flicked down to the stake that they both held, "an escalation might be a fun thought, but perhaps another time." He tightened his grip. Snapping the wooden leg in two halves. One for the intruder, one for himself. He took two swift strides back, then apprized the man before him. He is broad. He is also closer to the exit. I can not move quickly enough to make a run for it if he chooses to block my path. Talking is the safest solution. His smile dimmed, abandoning its influence on his eyes. Etele cleared his throat, and spoke in a more neutral tone. "I have no use of this place any longer. You wont have much of one either however." His eyes flicked to the door that hung loosely on its hinges. The once sturdy lock now snapped in two halves. One piece fastened tightly to the wall, the other hung on to the barely functioning door. "Come daylight, the human tending this graveyard will notice that", gesturing to the door, "and call the local authorities. When you are flushed out you will most certainly be trapped like, well, what I have been describing you as." His brown eyes flicked back to the man. "That is no concern of mine though. You have awoken me, I shall now leave and find some other thing to occupy my time. You may stay and scurry around the shadows as you please." Eyes still on the other man, he made a motion toward the door. Insinuating his intention to leave through it. |
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Posted 2024-01-02 16:34:06
"Brittle little thing," Abel said vaguely. It was impossible to tell whether he meant it towards his adversary or to the pathetic excuse of a wooden stake he still held half of. As for the stick, he tossed it over his shoulder with a casualty that recognized the other vampire's desire to leave. It clinked brightly against the wall of the mausoleum and fell to the floor. Useless. It would be dust quicker than either of them. He turned his broad shoulders sideways and made a clearer path to the door. He'd let him through, and get a better look at him before he fled to keep an eye on him. Between him and the vampire woman who watched the town, there wasn't a lot of intimidating resistance to his feeding. Even so, he wasn't fond of a threat. Especially from one who had obviously been on this earth longer than he had. "Yes, yes, lovely to meet you by the way." Abel kept his eyes on Etele and bent in a short bow. With his arms, he gestured to the open door like a butler. "I must get to my scurrying." Let the humans come. He'd simply evaporate if need be. And besides, he was ready for a snack if one dropped by. |
Heehoo 𓆏 #19992 |
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Posted 2024-01-02 17:08:54
Voices came from the nearby masoleum, which he quickly made his way over to. "And what might you two be up to? Hmm?" His voice held curiousity, arms folded over his chest, studying the two, a slight smirk on his lips. Immortals, that much was clear. Perhaps his own apperance, seemingly out of the blue would take the two by surprise, and there was no telling how they would react. "If you are thinking about attacking each other, by all means, feel free to do so." He wasn't above fighting, absolutely not, sometimes it was needed. "However, I'm not going to help out." William continued, checking the time on his pocketwatch. Their fight wasn't his, if that was what this was. It was never easy to tell. |
Enjolras #5845 |
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Posted 2024-01-07 14:44:41 (edited)
Etele gave a click of his tongue. Not one, but two intruders this evening. His now cooled gaze flicked slowly between the both of them. "I can see that this is becoming quite a lively hang out. I will be making my leave. Enjoy yourselves to the one another's company." Stepping past the the man that blocked the doorway, he was now outside the mausoleum that could have been his tomb had the events gone differently. He gave a curt nod to the two of them. Making no sound of his own, he strolled away. The graveled path only betraying his location every so often when a pebble would break away and tumble down the hill. Clicking cheerfully on tomb stones as it made its decent. Etele needed to feed while his wit was still sharp. Following his stomach, he made his way to the glittering town below. Some time passed as he searched the dimly lit alleys. The chill of winter in the air. His eyes surveyed, but it was his ears that tipped him off to his potential meal. He crept closer, silent as a ghost. Lurking in the shadows he saw the source of the noise. Two young adults, both opposing genders. They were clearly intoxicated. They stumbled and flailed. Shooting the other a hushed quiet or be careful. Etele's prey made their way into an old abandoned lumber warehouse. The building lost to time and use, a testament to an era long forgotten. The man pulled back one of the loose boards that blocked a charred window frame. He ushered the woman in. She giggled and pulled herself through the crack. Her shoes crunching on fallen glass. The man followed suit, unaware of the figure lingering close behind. The woman made sounds of awe as she looked up at the arching roof overhead. A cathedral of soot covered beams and rusted chains. Small holes that littered the ceiling allowed scattered bits of moon light to dimly illuminate the open space. "Isn't it great?" the man remarked stumbling momentarily over wooden debris on the ground. The woman gave a hum of agreement. The man swung his arms around the woman as he whispered softly in her ear. Etele couldn't quite catch it, but their interaction was of no concern of his. Etele was in search of a meal not information. She giggled and led him by his hand deeper into the warehouse. They laughed giddily , as they tripped over their steps and words. Pulling a bottle of some unknown liquid they passed it back and forward. As they came across the metal stairs leading to the office overlooking the ground floor below, they climbed full of mirth. Etele waited till he heard the door if the office creak and click before he made his way out of the shadows. Careful footsteps in complete opposition of the clambered display by the intoxicated individuals that entered before him. His killing of the two was swift and in most rights merciful. Etele wasn't a cruel man, simply a hungry one. Wren Sniffling, Wren nuzzled his nose further into his maroon and black stripped scarf. He was never one for the cold. Wren's constitution was with the sweltering, day long treks that he would have to take not, chilly nights skulking around alleys and graveyards. He flexed his hands in his pockets. A fruitless attempt to keep them warm. He had finally managed to get a lead with some sort of local legend about the graveyard surrounding this place being home to monsters. In his honest opinion it was probably just some rambunctious teens. However, people can also make superstitions out of places they know to be frequent haunts of the more nefarious type. His search of this particular yard had proven to be a waste of his time, which was reflected in his souring attitude. As he was about to crest the hill he stopped. A woman was huddled next to one of the gravestones. the falling snow framing her silhouette. The air in his lungs caught. He crouched swiftly behind a near by gravestone. His eyes locked and intense like a wolf waiting for its prey to make the first move. |
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