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Lost souls always return home [Maia]

op za maa 31, 2018 11:14 pm
Why so serious?
I'm not the monster, I'm just ahead of the curve
The monsters of the night, well known as the creatures out of Vanaheim, shades, horse with an emptiness, feeding themselves on people and other animals, with bodies scared and tore open. Avanti always summoned the exact same horse, a broad black stallion that consumed the stench of dead. Blooded hooves galloped through the mud, leaving a hollow sound in the late evening. Darkness started to settle in and Avanti felt his strength growing under the cold moonlight. The lonely traveled he often was made him wander away from one city to the other. He was in a way returning home but home no longer was a place for him. In a way he was returning to the place it all started centuries ago when he was nothing but a small boy with a cold smile.

In those breathless passes of that monster underneath him the vampire always focussed his attention towards the surrounding. He could smell, almost taste the smell of a screaming kid in his bed. How much he wanted to such that boy with nightmares of his own, he rode on, following the coastline, always shifting from between the trees into the open. Not much alive was outside, like usual, always the same routine people kept. Waking up, do the job, go back to sleep, he found it to be pathetic, to maintain such a worthless life. It didn’t had any good, other than the emptiness of love only to get your heart broken afterwards. He found human life sad to see, but he needed it, if it wasn’t to entertain him then it was for what runned through their veins.

His lifeless monster galloped on a speed that would exhaust any other horse. It was only when he took a smell on a place where there wasn’t a smell for quite some time that the shade stopped underneath him. Avanti turned his head and looked to a big villa on the edge of a sea, connected with the forest. He knew this house, or rather his stories. A happy family teared apart by death. Everybody always pointed his finger to a killer, for all they cared it could have been Avanti. But it wasn’t … it was her. Something in that story he found to be amusing. He jumped from the beast, casted it away in smoke, black smoke around his feet while the summon disappeared. He was intrigued, for a second, seeing a light burning he was curious to see if she was back home. The poor girl, killing her parents, how lonely she must have been after discovering it was here fault, how lonely she must feel carrying this secret. But he knew, because he had the scenes. For Avanti a werewolf wasn’t a real threat, not with his age anyway, still he knew what danger it could contain. But what was wrong with watching her through the windows from the edge of the forest. He was hardly a shadow, a set of blue purple eyes under the moonlight, watching is silent with the look of a hunter, a hungry hunter.
Maia ©️
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Re: Lost souls always return home [Maia]

op zo apr 08, 2018 6:55 pm
if you live amongst wolves,
you have to act like a wolf yourself
Her supper was frugal, meagre almost, but it was exactly enough for the young woman to be sated. Maia had managed to collect some fruits from the forest and had hungrily devoured them, peel and all, licking the juice from her lips and fingers. Hungry like a wolf. Like a beast. She didn’t know the true meaning of that proverb until a few years ago.
What would her parents say, seeing her eat sitting cross legged on the kitchen floor like this, like an animal? They always had demanded her to sit and eat at a table, upright, like a lady should eat. Don’t speak too loudly, don’t eat so messy, mind your language. All those silly little etiquette rules that Maia had memorized every single word of – and even those hadn’t saved her parents.

She was being watched. She could tell immediately. It was as if a dark, eerie aura had made its way to the villa and was now observing her – it was there, somewhere, outside.
It was an odd thing, being hunted as the hunter she was herself. Werewolves were part of the highest ranks of the food chains that was so crucial in forests like these, weren’t they? Her wolf would murder without mercy if the moon was full and the conditions were exactly right. The young woman couldn’t think of another creature that killed so ferociously, so ruthlessly. She remembered when she hated her wolf, when she even wanted to find some kind of cure to kill the creature that possessed her.

But now? She felt invincible. No one could touch her, right here in her crumbling castle by the sea. The last heiress of a family whose name was already forgotten by the masses.

Maia made her way across the hallway, barefoot, the black dress she wore - once beautiful but now torn and worn out - fluttering behind her like butterfly wings. The young woman kept walking until she stopped at the entry gate, as if the locked iron bars could protect her.
The bars made a beautiful pattern on the floor, caused by the oil lamps she had so carefully lit a few hours ago when the sun had begun to set. Maia had always loved lights, flames, candles – her only companions in the crumbling house that was inhabited only by her. The young woman stood between the zigzagging shadows, looking through the bars, almost standing on her tiptoes, aware the intruder probably wasn’t able to see her entire face.

She looked at him in silence.

Watching him, studying him. Like carnivores always did before they attacked their prey. The invader, vaguely visible as the sun had already set in the sea. A young man, sleek and sharp, his hair light although it seemed to blend in with the night. His full lips, his strongly defined cheekbones.
A vampire. Of course. A hunter of the night like she was herself. The stench of rotting flesh and decay that came from the creature was hard to miss – and harder to bear even. It made her already sensitive nose crinkle with disgust.
’Who are you?’ She asked, an attempt to break the silence, that was too tense for her own comfort. Her voice was stern – almost calm.
 





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Re: Lost souls always return home [Maia]

op zo apr 08, 2018 7:25 pm
Why so serious?
I'm not the monster, I'm just ahead of the curve
This wasn’t his first encounter with a wolf, he knew  the species, they supposed to be enemies from one another. Avanti didn’t had enemies, he just had a really bad reputation in making them. Just like now, slim body leaning against a tree knowing that there would be one moment that she would recognize the gaze. On that part wolves and vampires weren’t all that different. He squeezed his eyes a little together, seeing how she worked down the fruit like she didn’t eat for over days. Wolves and their disgusting manors, if they had any to begin with. There was no decency in the ate, it was like a starved animal. Like a dog fighting for a bone, how perfetic that looked. He couldn’t contain it, even if he wanted it, the thoughts kept rejecting werewolves out of his system. Despite the danger a wolf could bring to a vampire, he didn’t care to leave. He stalked her in her habits, knowing she was as much a killer as he was.

Something in her behavior changed and the mischievous smile jumped on his lips knowing she had felt it, his gaze. It didn’t took her long to vanish out of his sight, didn’t took her long to open the door and walk out to the gate. His eyes roamed over the black dress, the smile so silently smiling as everything vanished into those empty pits of his soul. Her footsteps were light and in every step he could almost hear her heartbeat floating through the ground to him. She wasn’t afraid, like he thought. If she hoped that that gate would stop him she was terrible wrong but that was probably all part of the game.

With her hands wrapped around the bars she looked. In that range she had to see him, half maybe. He lifted his hand and weaved his fingers fort and back, a little bit of his mouth corner pulled up. He wasn’t afraid of showing himself, he was just testing, challenging, mocking her maybe. But when she spoke his hand fell right back on its place as he pushed himself away from the tree he was standing on. The edge of a shadow vanished as he stepped over it into the setting moonlight. ‘Auwth, that hurts.’ He spoke, a whispered, all glued into one smoot sentence. In opposite of her he was pure elegance, a body you didn’t hear move, his hair all carefully laid back on his head. ‘Don’t you suppose to know all your natural enemies?’ He asked, still slight mocking as he pushed his tongue against on of his sharp teeth. His passes were slowly as he walked over to the gate. ‘I know who you are,’ he paused, standing still right before her, only a fence keeping them from each other. He reached his hand out, wrapping his pale long fingers around the bar just above her hand. ‘Maia.’ He finished with a dark empty smile. He tilted his head, bleu purple eyes roaming over her pretty little face. He knew everybody, certainly the cursed souls, the people with a story and she had quite a little of both.
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