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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 29, 2010 0:02:45 GMT -8
She tried her damnedest to ignore the scene to the side of them, but it was becoming increasingly difficult, especially with Azura growling at it. Melora certainly wasn't going to stop Anshel from being chomped on, especially since he had offered. It was better than being made into a meal herself, and she was quite sick of being clamped down on by the jaws of hungry vampires. Melora was not a one woman food source. Still, she reminded herself to be aware of the man's...condition. Her blood's scent had taken to the air, and apparently she was considered a tasty treat. While Anshel fed the unfamiliar group member, Melora shifted uncomfortably. "I need to find where that fucker tossed my gun," she reminded herself aloud.
Before she could take to searching, curiosity got the better of her. "Who is the blond, and what is he doing here?" She asked Azura, gesturing towards the kid latched to Anshel.
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Jul 29, 2010 0:17:22 GMT -8
Without any further prodding, Christopher latched onto Anshel's throat, grinding his teeth unpleasantly. Amazing how weird the sensation felt when Vampires were used to just a single, quick bite to get a food source. The tight leash that'd he'd kept on the Frenzy had snapped in two, and he had to scramble to mend it to try to stop himself. "I'm sorry." He mumbled between tugs of blood.
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Post by Doctor on Jul 29, 2010 0:30:49 GMT -8
It was difficult to remember the last time he'd been fed on with such voracity. But, for Chris, he'd put on a brave face and try not to slump over from the pain and sudden onset of lethargy. He got light-headed when drained too fast. Anshel mumbled a bit unintelligibly, not even able to muster up a reply to appease the kid's guilt. Christopher wasn't stopping, and he didn't know why, but Anshel was beginning to feel a bit... off. The judge began to sag under the weight and braced a hand to the wall in an attempt to keep himself upright, whimpering lamely in his effort.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 29, 2010 0:39:37 GMT -8
"Moroi King," Azura ground out from between clenched teeth, eying them still with an intense envy before he noticed an abrupt change in Anshel's demeanor. He was passing out.
He gave Melora a quick pat before rushing over to the pair, fingers curling beneath the hem of Anshel's shirt collar and tugging him away from the vampire with a hand on his chest, hissing in warning as he pulled the Judge against him.
His eyes remained narrowed in Christopher just before he felt something wet sliding down his chest. Looking down, he was surprised to find blood. A lot of it. More than what Anshel should have produced at any given time.
"Fuck!" he said, also looking at the pale tone of his skin. "Anshel!" he said, trying to rouse his friend, shaking him a little while keeping him stable.
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Post by Doctor on Jul 29, 2010 1:03:33 GMT -8
He was out of it. Anshel didn't even know what the fuck was going on anymore. He was aware that the hand clutching Chris' hair, as well as the one hanging piteously on the wall were beginning to feel numb. Everything began to spin until finally his sights were engulfed by the brightness behind his eyes. What the Hell...?
Anshel barely registered the transfer from one vampire lord to another, feeling very much like a sack of flour in both weight and cognitive capacity.
"I..."
I want to lie down. He wanted to say it, but moving his face was so tiring. Anshel allowed himself to go limp against whatever was holding him up in wait of the return of blood to his head. The familiar tingling of regeneration was there, he could feel that much, but the process was less... aggressive? Yes, less aggressive than he was used to. Finally, the blurring cleared enough that he had some perception of depth. He lifted a hand to touch whatever was in front of him. Anshel groaned when he couldn't figure out what it was, but the rush of oxygen when he breathed again was refreshing and left him a good deal more awake. Why was he bleeding? He stopped to think a moment, mind clearer now that that tingling had almost finished.
Oh. Right. Vampires. Melora.
With the gift of higher thinking somewhat restored, he was swept with a most horrendous realization.
"My shirt..." The Hunter lamented.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 29, 2010 21:51:22 GMT -8
"The Moroi King," She repeated, looking the up and down. Cool, you almost got made into a meal. By a king. As if that makes it any better. "Anshel, I'll see to it that you get a new shirt. Thank you...thank you for showing up." It was a harsh realization, but Melora was in way over her head. Sure, she'd killed a hundred or maybe more vampires, but she could have never been prepared to deal with this. How could she kill a man she couldn't even lay a finger on? And worse, if Naoto managed to kill Konstantin, her deal with the underworld would be done, which would spell trouble for her. But she couldn't just stare at her feet. If ever she got Azura alone, she could ask him for her bell, if he'd brought it with him. And that provided her some hope at least.
In the meantime, she offered her now wiped off hand to Christopher to help him to his feet. She decided she ought to make nice, seeing as he was a king. Vampires could be easily offended creatures, and it was quite possible that she had done something in the 30 seconds they'd known eachother to annoy him. Or even the smell of her blood could offend, Melora honestly had no idea. Everyone told her it was delicious, but seeing as she was a human, the idea made her nothing but sick.
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Jul 29, 2010 22:07:41 GMT -8
His eyes rolled back slightly as he brought his hand up, puncturing the flesh of his hand with his own fangs to effectively snap himself fully out of the frenzy. Christopher looked on Anshel, brow ceasing. It would appear he’d lied about speed healing or if he hadn’t, something had gone wrong…
And it was wrong in the first place for him to have bitten anybody! Especially in a frenzy. The thought of what could’ve happened had Azura not ripped the other man away made bile rise in his throat. But at least he wasn’t dead, and now he complained of his shirt. It was indeed a relief to know he hadn’t killed the man.
Abruptly, he noticed the tiny, injured bird of a Huntress offer him a hand. He eyed it with cat-like eyes, before reaching out and taking it, though putting the minimal amount of strain on her. How tiny she was!
Unobtrusively, Chris gave her a once over, but focused on the wounds. “You need those washed, and perhaps having a bit of aloe.” He spoke thoughtfully, voice more subdued and quiet with his inward anxiety over Anshel. Thank god he was just managing to tune the area around him out.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jul 29, 2010 22:18:30 GMT -8
Azura smiled at Anshel, letting the Hunter try to stand on his own, but caught him again when the man inevitibly failed to do so to the King's standards. Nope, his ass was getting carried out of here. Still, in the midst of the pain he must have been in and the general woozy-ness blood loss came with, he was chipper enough to begin cracking jokes, which boded well. He's kill the little bastard if anything had happened to the Judge.
And as if to only make his opinion of the Moroi more sullied, now Melora was acting nice nice; with a vampire no less! Didn't she kind of hate them all?
Growling to himself over the whole mess, and really having no one to talk to about it, he was understandably upset. More over, he was jealous, worried, irked and on the verge of sating 'fuck it' and going to find a nice quiet place for his gallivanting ass. At the very least, at least Melora had said thank you. That alone kept him from throttling her.
Hefting Anshel over his shoulder, he motioned stiffly to the other two, asking them to follow him back toward the entrance and the relative safety a bit of daylight could afford the humans. He would stay back in the shadows, but as long as a few spare minutes allowed Anshel to heal better, he'd deal with the relative isolation.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jul 29, 2010 22:26:37 GMT -8
Melora sighed as the man gave her the once over. The man now towered over her, reminding her of the fact that not only was she weak by everyone's standards, she was short. She was about to say something characteristically smart-assed, but she stopped herself short and turned to follow Azura. "You can follow me. I'll be fine, thank you." Her voice was polite but stiff, as if she was making a conscious effort to be polite. And indeed she was. Chris was another king, and as such she had to watch her step. Though the relations of her clan were friendly with the Moroi much like they were with the Gallu, Melora couldn't simply treat Chris the same way she did Azura, she had no idea how he'd react to acting so familiar.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 1, 2010 21:11:43 GMT -8
The King kept a careful eye on Melora as they now approached the lightened part of the cave. Even now, with the dank dark void of the mine behind them, he felt the burn of sunlight in the grayish haze surrounding them. This was as far as he could go.
Carefully, he settles Anshel on the ground propped up against an earthen wall, both he and Melora were now relatively safe from whatever else was in this mine, and only a short running distance away from a killing blow should anything stupid enough try to follow them outside if it was vampiric in origin.
"You both stay here," Azura said quietly, slipping back into the darker part of the cave. His eyes were already seeing white spots even with the sun a good hundred yards off. He almost hissed at his, an instinctual, baser reaction, but thought better of it. Now, all he'd have to do was wait here til they felt better and the sun set again.
Being so focused on the others, he didn't notice the soft pad of footsteps behind him, nor the blade pressed to his flesh until it sunk in nicely between his ribs, whatever on the blade causing his vision to blur and his tongue become like taffy in his mouth when he tried to speak.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 2, 2010 0:33:47 GMT -8
Melora was a little less than good about following instructions. With Anshel's back turned she snuck into the cave after Azura, stepping quietly so as to avoid the sound of her boots hitting the rocks from alerting anything that might be skulking around in the shadows. When Azura was grabbed, Melora had to stop herself from calling out to him. Instead she slipped her gun from her side and took aim at the shadowy figure that held him captive. Unfortunately there was no way to tell that she had a clear shot until she could come closer to the pair and ensure that she wasn't about to shoot her comrade in the face.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Aug 2, 2010 0:48:31 GMT -8
Being that he was rather large in stature, Azura was dragged unceremoniously along the ground, not that he was paying much attention. For him, everything seemed like it was increasing in vibrancy and blurriness all at once and he couldn't point it out to anyone for the life of him. Seriously, Anshel should have seen how pretty the ceiling was from this angle.
Looking up, he noted the lighter parts of the tunnel, squinting at them, but not taking into account what the glittering lightened bits of space were...until he accidentally hit one.
He hissed and writhed, practically able to smell his flesh burning, but the hands on him were tight and forceful, pulling him out of the patch of sunlight soon enough. Though, that could hardly be considered soon enough for the King. Despite the hazy stupor he was in, he could feel the blood leaking from the burns and winced at how bad they must have looked. It sure felt like someone had taken a cat of nine tails to him a few hundred times.
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Aug 2, 2010 20:50:39 GMT -8
Christopher saw Melora stand after Azura left, and was caught back up in his own world. Already he’d grown tiny ferns to sap up the sunlight, and change it into his own energy. Anshel wasn’t but feet away, but he definitely seemed out of it. The guilt ate at him, fracturing his attempt at replenishing his dwindling supply.
What was that sound? Rocks clattering? Oh no! No! NO! The tunnel was collapsing!? His chest heaved with the subconscious need to escape. Chris ran his tongue over his lips, the sensation of them being suddenly cracked and dry flooding his mind. In his hazy panic, mosses started to flood the walls. Thick green mats, which quickly sickened with their own moisture as they wilted brown when his mind jumped.
That scent was absolutely disgusting! Faintly carried on a sliver of air current as it was, Chris was surprised he’d even smelled it. But it was familiar in any case, the same smell which had come from his parents’ fried corpses after the explosion, and his own charred back: burnt flesh. His nose twitched, lips rising in a most basic display of disgust. So if the cave wasn’t collapsing, why was the Gallu being a barmpot.
“I’ll be back soon.” He nodded to Anshel preying nothing came for the demon.
Against his better judgment, Chris rose and began to silently follow them. Anshel’s earlier words coursed through his mind: earth user, he could stop himself from being squished, in a tunnel anyway... as long as he didn’t panic.
Alright Chris, you’re a big boy, carry yourself. You. Can. Do. This. He chanted in his head relentlessly.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Aug 2, 2010 21:09:12 GMT -8
Melora felt another presence, a vampiric one she didn't recognize. She turned, gun drawn, pointing it at the figure behind her. Rushing up on it she pressed the tip of her gun to it's head before she realized...it was the vampire previously guilty of trying to eat her. He was a king, but she was still wary of him, considering his behaviour from before.
"Why did you follow me?" Melora hissed, quite enough that whatever she had been tracking wouldn't have been able to hear her. "Make your explanation quick and quiet. I know you're a King, but I won't put my gun down until you explain yourself."
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Post by Christopher Saunders on Aug 2, 2010 21:17:14 GMT -8
Chris’s eyes changed into eerie, cat like orbs completed with a slitted pupil. The vines were two seconds from wrapping her into a neat little package for him to pick up on the way back until she proved calm enough to speak.
He appeared near her in a blinding speed burst, hand resting over the gun like steel, ready to shove it if she pulled the trigger. “You tell me. Why do I smell burnt flesh?” Chris challenged, that leader voice coming out as she showed aggression.
“And your little silver bullets? They do not work on me.” He added in warning, lips quirking into a dark smile with good reason.
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