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Post by AzuraGallu on Jun 2, 2010 14:37:59 GMT -8
Azura nodded his head once, absorbing the answer to his question. His eyes remained on her as they continued their conversation with a steady gaze that would make almost anything vulnerable squirm. he got the feeling she'd suppress that natural instinct, though. It'd show weakness.
"I despise Russia, actually. Though they say it's where most of my kind come from, I'd like to think we had better taste back in the day." He chuckled, remembering his mother said much of the same thing. "I live my home, Aleppe, but I make residence in Ankara, Turkey. It can get cold in the winter there, as with nearly every location on the planet, but the summers are wonderful. The nights are warm, which is a luxury most of my kind will never have. Always cold and in darkness." He said, smiling. "No wonder some of us have bad attitudes."
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jun 2, 2010 14:49:12 GMT -8
"вампиры, yes, many of them do come from here. There are still many here, as I am sure you already know. We also have люди зверя, werewolves. Though I do not much care for them I am very rarely assigned to tasks including them." She turned from her position at the window and looked him right in the eyes, noting that she wasn't the least bit annoyed by his stare. Let him stare, she thought, so long as he stares from over there and no closer. Turning back to once again look out the window, her breath played fog on the window. Melora couldn't help herself, she raised a finger and drew in it, leaving marks on the window. The driver glances back in the rear view, letting loose a barely audible but unmistakable sigh of annoyance withe her actions.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jun 2, 2010 15:09:13 GMT -8
Azura felt his fangs lengthen at the mention of werewolves. If only he could sink his teeth into one of them right now.
Peeved growl rising in his throat, he turned away from her, gazing out the window. It wouldn't be much longer until he was out of this country and back with his family. Where he belonged.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jun 2, 2010 15:13:46 GMT -8
"Sorry for mentioning it. If it makes you feel any better I dislike them as well." She ran her thin fingers through her hair, stopping to address a tangle. Finally they came upon the airport, people rushed around to catch flights, stumbling and bumping into each other. Obviously many of these people were late for flights and were either already having a bad day or about to have one. It occurred to Melora that none of these people really knew what a bad day was like. The car stopped and the driver got out to assist them with their doors.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jun 2, 2010 15:45:18 GMT -8
"It's not your fault, so don't apologize. Only apologize to me when you've personally wronged me." Snapping back into princely behaviors, he emerged gracefully from the car, procuring his ticket from his jacket pocket and strode into the airport without once looking back to see if she followed.
He approached the counter, staring down the attendant to which she responded in kind...for a vampire. One of his clan, she was eager to sweep him through quickly, conveniently missing security what with his gun on him. He nodded his head, the equivalent to a hug in his clan as he walked passed her and to the terminal.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jun 2, 2010 15:52:28 GMT -8
Melora followed and the woman eyed her without saying anything, but she could feel the hatred of the glare seeping into her skin from the air between them. She walked closer to the Prince now, ticket in hand. She relaxed a little looking around, noting that no one from the media was hanging around to pester her. No one knew she was leaving so soon, so she wouldn't have to deal with the thousands of questions pouring in and reporters practically licking her boots to get an interview. She was able to actually look at the airport for once and take in some of the sights.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jun 2, 2010 16:01:29 GMT -8
Just as he had two nights previous, the prince walked passed the wall of windows, the darkness of the night sky allowing clear reflection of all that was inside the airport, save him. He couldn't even be seen withing the gloss of the floors, nor the shine in the counter tops, yet no one seemed to have noticed.
Such was the folly of humans. At least in villages, someone would have noticed and had a stake aimed at his heart by now. The fighters were always the tastiest.
He licked his lips just thinking about it as a shudder raced through his body. He needed blood.
He checked in with another woman before boarding the plane and taking his seat, eager to be off, both for home and for a decent meal. If there were any delays he might just have to lure someone into the restrooms in the back.
He sneered at the thought. He wasn't willing to stoop that low. He'd rather expose himself and slaughter everyone on the plane.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jun 2, 2010 16:07:21 GMT -8
She slumped down in the seat beside him, not eager for the plane to take off to the palace of vampires, hoping there would be some sort of delay between her being here and there. She wasn't a woman of prayer, but...
...no. She just wasn't a woman of prayer. Even saying one wouldn't help the situation. No, Melora would be fine as long as she kept her wits and her weapons, she wouldn't need anything else.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jun 2, 2010 16:15:21 GMT -8
"Three hours, and you'll no longer be trapped with me, little Hunter." He said, grinning from his seat. His fangs were painful, not only with a dull ache that came with needing blood, but from the size of them cutting into his mouth. Being without was something he didn't often experience, and never really wanted to again. Thankfully, at least for the humans, he was capable of withstanding a little deprivation before going on a complete rampage.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jun 2, 2010 16:21:27 GMT -8
"I don't need to be free from you, I simply need to complete my task," as she spoke she looked around the plane in order to avoid eye contact with him. Melora hated how he was good looking, and the tone of his voice when he said something he thought was smart bothered her. Though, it bothered her for all the wrong reasons. She found herself not so much hating him as she did enjoying his company, or at the very least, sympathizing with his situation. "We will be to your clan's place soon and I am sure they will be overjoyed for your return."
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jun 2, 2010 16:28:58 GMT -8
Azura laughed, full bellied and with such force it cause him to have to put his head between his knees. Even within the confines of the plane.
"Oh, that's a good one. Well played, little Hunter."
He looked at her out of the corner of his eyes, beginning to giggle again, wiping a stray tear from the cusp of falling onto his cheek.
"I see you were serious." He snorted, chest rumbling, the laughter silenced there for now. "The Gallu...aren't ones to really celebrate. In fact, I can't remember anyone getting 'overjoyed' about anything. In my entire life. Things just...are with us."
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jun 2, 2010 16:36:53 GMT -8
"Well then you pretty much have the same experience as the Banglaire, all you have to do is add pointless symbolism and steep it in ridiculous traditions. Of, and add a bunch of people at the top who dictate everything you say and do and send you on assignments because god forbid they leave their room..." Melora's voice was dripping with annoyance. "Then you take all of those people and let them run around starting alliances and fucking each other...." She stopped short of the rest of her statement when she noticed a mom was glaring at her from the next row of seats. The child was giggling like crazy, covering her mouth so her mom wouldn't hear her and swinging her feet wildly. Melora waited for her mom to turn away then smiled and waved at the girl who was probably no more that 8 or 9. It wasn't Melora's fault, she wasn't aware that an English speaking family was so near by.
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jun 2, 2010 16:46:43 GMT -8
"Humping each other for power. It's the way of the world. One which I rather like being in...minus the politics. I could always do without politics." He began to laugh again, this time much quieter, more akin to a chuckle than anything else.
The plane began to taxi out onto the runway, far too slowly for Azura's liking. For some reason he was getting antsy. Perhaps with the knowledge that he'd soon be reaching his father his body had begun to work in overdrive. Which would explain his hunger for blood so soon after he'd fed.
The vampiress had filled him well, but still he was practically gnawing on his arm he was so hungry.
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Post by MeloraBelikov on Jun 2, 2010 19:11:53 GMT -8
"You okay over there Prince of Darkness?" Melora noticed he was uneasy. It didn't seem like he was feeling well at all. "Please tell me you do not get sick from plane travel. Is there anything I can do for you?" A hint of concern escaped from her words but she quickly corrected herself. "I mean, I'm sure you can handle yourself, but let me know if I can help."
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Post by AzuraGallu on Jun 2, 2010 19:30:05 GMT -8
He laughed again. She just kept getting more and more entertaining. Creeping her out might do them both a little good.
He turned quickly, leaning over in his seat so his mouth was bare centimeters from her neck. He could hear her blood flowing from even this distance, and the heat coming off of her skin was tempting...
"I'm hungry," he said in a low voice so the other passengers couldn't hear. "Care to sate me, little Hunter?"
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