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Be more Chill

op zo okt 29, 2017 11:00 pm
Eric was for a change outside of the city Hillerød, wandering around in the cold, empty lands of Falkreath. He knew exactly where he needed to go if he needed, or wanted to head back, which he would probably do anyways. there wasn't much out there expect the other city, Sk∅rravir ofcourse. Maybe some small, selfmade camps by the humans that needed to rest, but ofcourse also needed the warmth. He didn't need that anymore, as he couldn't feel his own body heath anymore, or neither did the outside temperature bother him. Like for now, he was wearing a half-assed jacket, having it open anyways so that a part of his chest, which is just full on covered with tattoos of all kinds and short. Some long, but thin, fashionabe pants, and also some fashionable shoes. But in other words, absolutely nothing even close to be dressed for the winter and this weather all together. He couldn't care if other people would see it like this. Sure thing, he would get questions about it. A whole damn lot, but he simply just couldn't care.
Valdimárr Guðfriðr
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Re: Be more Chill

op ma okt 30, 2017 10:03 pm


It was a long ride from Seere to Hillerød but it was not like he had something else to do. He’d left his right hand back at Seere making sure that the city would not come to explode. If it did that would be a shame. It was not the most pretty place, but he loved it there for it was his home. He liked it there more than on the snowy biome of Falkreath. His path has to lead him to there, not that he had anything to do. Maybe he could go to his father's Brothel.
Even though he was a vampire and has an unimaginable speed, he still used his horse to get around. Valdimárr loved that animal like he loved many animals before. It was a weakness of him, but not one you could use against him. If the animal had to die in order to protect himself, he would gladly kill the beast himself and feast upon its blood. That was the only way to survive if you’d put yourself above everybody else.

Calmly he was walking through the forest. It was obvious that it was getting colder. There were fewer people behind the walls and he could hear and smell not as many animals as when it was warmer. They all went into hiding, deep in the forest where they were safe from everyone. But still, his blue eyes spotted one man between the threes.
He let his horse go faster and in no time he made it towards the lonely man. Soon he recognized him and knew who he was. “One would think you are a vampire if you are dressed like that.” He halted his mare right in front of the man. She was a fierce one and with damp left her nostrils, scraping her hoof over the thick snow. Of course, he was aware that the man was, in fact, a vampire, they were family after all. “Tell me, how’s my dad doing?” It has been a while since he’d seen his own father, but he knew that this guy was working for him. Actually, everyone could see that, seeing as how he dressed. Even a whore would know it.

"I am not looking to escape my darkness,
I am learning to love myself there."




"He had this look in his eyes that made you wonder just how many people he'd killed, and this... grin that made you realize he's probably lost count."
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Re: Be more Chill

op ma okt 30, 2017 10:26 pm

He had way before already heard the heavy footsteps in the snowy ground. He had then waited quite dryly until seeing the other person. Eric had already smelled that it wasn't a human, dissapointing, but he could survive without it. He kept looking into the direction from where the other should be coming, and he was right. Between the trees, a guy showed up, on a horse. He could recognise the guy at the frist moment he saw him, and the words made him smirk amused. "One would be right then, but you ofcourse already know that" The chance of meeting his 'little' nephew right here was quite small, but it happened anyways. Well, little was not the right word. Like Hati and him were cousins, and the vampire in front of him was Hati's son, which did made him, Eric's cousing.. de blonde however.. he was younger then him. Yeah, Fenrir didn't really wanted an offspring, Eric was more of a mistake. But it happened, and somehow he was still alive, or half-alive. He shrugged by the question. "About as alive as we can be, emotionless as always. You didn't really miss out that much. And how're you doing, my favorite -and only- nephew" he really felt like he was in a jokers mood today. Can't blame de blonde.
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