cover her face; mine eyes dazzle; she died young [pafp, gxg or gxb]

This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.

    [align=center]

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 300px; font-family: times new roman; color: --;][hr][justify][sup]The stars were distant points of white upon a vast canvas of black. No sound nor breeze dared break the still silence of the early morning. The Girl tread with silent feet through a dark, suburban side street. Golden hair tied back in a bun, pale, leggiadrous limbs moving with haste. This place, this miserable little town, was where she had been made just over two hundred years ago.




    Made, that is, into an immortal. A vampire. She was the fledgling, if you will, of a vampire who she had not seen in almost a hundred and fifty years. They had fallen out more times than one, and, in the end, The Girl had skipped town in an act of mindless impulse, deadset on keeping her distance. And she had kept her distance until now.




    She could feel the presence of others like her, other immortals, in the air around her, but this was nothing out of the ordinary. None of the presences were any stronger or weaker to her than in the past, but she could not help but to wonder... Was her creator still there? Did they still reside in this little town, waiting, perhaps, for her to return?




    OOC: The habits of the vampires in this thread are based off of Interview with the Vampire. So your character is the vampire who turned my character into a vampire many years ago. After one hundred and fifty years, my character, a vampire named Josephine, has returned to the town where she last saw her maker. Basically, your character finds mine and things will go from there.

    [align=center]

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 300px; font-family: times new roman; color: --;][hr][justify][sup]Hm. Let's have this set in modern years. (although I would also be fine with it being towards the end of the 16th century bc i find that time completely enchanting.) And the plot is similar to Interview with a Vampire, if you've read that. Like the relationship between Louis and Lestat in a way, but with our own characters and spin on things, naturally.




    Josephine was nineteen when your character made her. They lived in a small seaside town at the time, that became more and more industrialized as time went on. (a fictional town, really.) They are both wealthy, but often clashed in opinion which was what led to Josephine's eventual departure. Of course they loved each other as any maker loves his fledgling and as any fledgling loves his maker. In this sad, irrevocable way.




    And your character could have made her for any number of reasons. Loneliness, gain in wealth, gain in power, etc. She was living under the household of her wealthy brother and he was to marry her off soon had your character not caught her outside one evening, tending to the dogs since, at the time, her brother was sick and could not do so himself.




    ALSO! One more thing. Josephine has spent the last century and a half traveling around the world, but she has returned to this town in the hopes that her maker has not gone out into the sun or jumped into a fire as is common of vampires who no longer wish to exist. She will not want to remain long, as she will make plain to him, but offers him the opportunity to travel around with her. Perhaps they can go to other countries together? If not, then the plot will be that they simply stay together in the same place, but your character knows that she will not want to remain long, so he takes drastic measures himself. Whatever you please is fine with me.

    Hmm, sounds good. Here's my idea for what the town should be called (Fictional places):

    Display Spoiler


    Zac does think it over, and they do travel together. Places might include London (England), Rio de Janeiro (South America), and Styria (Austria). He turned her shortly after getting the hang of being a vampire; He was turned either during the Civil War, or after the Mexican-American War.


    And yes, this will be set in modern years. By the way, I'll be at school, so I may not be very active.

    [align=center]

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 300px; font-family: times new roman; color: --;][hr][justify][sup]I understand. I'm on mobile in my journalism class right now, and I tend to have an odd sleeping schedule, so it may not be often that I am able to reply myself.




    I say it takes place somewhere in California.




    And awesome! It all sounds like a plan to me. Time to do some geographical studying. If you have any more questions, feel free to ask, and you can start from the first post, with Zac discovering Josephine.




    By the way, they did spend several years living together before she broke away from him so they are acquainted and whatnot.

    [fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: WIDTHpx TYPE COLOR; background:url(http://cache.desktopnexus.com/…bigthumbnail.jpg);height: 270px; width: 400px;][align=right][size=4pt]template ©snowtreegod #snowtreetemplate[/size]


    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: WIDTHpx TYPE COLOR; opacity: 0.8;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 250px;float: right;] Zac had always been a loner despite his...Standing, never getting attached to anyone, living or undead; Except one time, so long ago. He remembered those days, back when America was rising up from the ashes after Civil War. The Glided Age, Mark Twain called it. He remembered a lovely young woman, out by herself. You see, Zac had been lonesome following an unfortunate encounter one late night on his father's farm that had resulted in his 'death'. He'd spent those years under the tutelage of a traveler from the town of New Orleans, learning the basics. They lost contact once the Union army had overtaken the port town; By then, Zac was ready to be out on his own.


    Things got real lonely, real quick. Sure, the stint as a cowboy was great, but immortality quickly got to him. Fate seemed to be merciful when he came across the home of a certain family while on one of his travels across the U.S. After that night, he gained a companion in Josephine. They had lived together in a quaint little seaside house, somewhere in California. Unfortunately, things got...Rocky. In the end, both went separate ways.


    Years later, Zac still remained in the now-bustling city. He considered ending it all just a couple of times, but nothing too serious. Tonight was just a walk, and maybe catching a meal along the way. He was just passing through a small park when he felt it; Another vampire just came to town. This caught Zac a little bit by surprise. Either it was just another passerby, or...Well, the other option seemed impossible.
    [/fancypost]


    (Sorry, this is rushed)

    [align=center]

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 300px; font-family: times new roman; color: --;][hr][justify][sup]OOC: Sorry it's taken so long! I've been extremely busy today! This may be a bit rushed, as I have to get in the shower in a moment!




    IC:
    Josephine had taken a victim mere minutes after rising from the earth in which she had slept. A young woman, no older than she had been in the year of her own death.




    Now, her cheeks were flooded with color, and her pearly complexion made her appear almost as lively as any ordinary mortal. Her striking brown eyes moved to and fro, footsteps faltered when something caught her attention; a slight tingling just beneath the surface of her skin.




    It was a preternatural instinct that had been of use to her innumerable times, specifically when she had walked the sands of Cairo, where ancient ones made their dwelling, or the volcanic islands of Equatorial Guinea where striking, though peculiar immortals roamed about.




    Rather than heeding to it as she would have any place else, Josephine found herself going against that little twinge of warning. Now she followed in its path, warm excitement blossoming in her stomach. Perhaps, even if it was not Zac, this instinct was leading her to somebody who she had once been acquainted with, one of the few immortals she had once or twice spoken to from the surrounding cities.




    Besides, what was the worst that could happen? She sensed no particular threat nor overwhelming power of any sort from this being. Whoever it was could not have been much older or younger than herself.




    She dug the worn soles of her shoes into the damp grass as she halted at the edge of a park, one that she had never before seen. Of course, she recognized few, if any, of the places that now inhabited the town in which she had grown as a mortal, and learned the ways of an immortal.

    [fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: WIDTHpx TYPE COLOR; background:url(http://cache.desktopnexus.com/…bigthumbnail.jpg);height: 270px; width: 400px;][align=right][size=4pt]template ©snowtreegod #snowtreetemplate[/size]


    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: WIDTHpx TYPE COLOR; opacity: 0.8;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 250px;float: right;] Zac had just barely turned his head when he received the surprise of his life. Enhanced eyesight was never wrong; Across the park stood none other than Josephine herself. That, or one of those 'dopplegangers' he heard about from a TV show. The former was more likely, in his opinion; He was hoping it was true.


    Sure enough, it was Josephine. Even from far away, he recognized his own fledgling. She looked well; She must've fed recently, he guessed. Then again, Jo had always looked well. But that was just him.


    Thoughts of Josephine had often clouded his mind in the years following their separation. There had even been days he looked out of the windows, waiting for her to walk in through the door; For things to be the way they were before. He often gave up, but that was just part of a little cycle he had going for him. But now, a glimmer of hope was starting to show itself. Maybe this was another chance...


    It seemed like an eternity before Zac decided his approach; He collected himself, then made his way across the grass, keeping his face free of *too* much emotion. The young man apparently hadn't changed his style, just edited it: A dark brown-black jacket over a flannel shirt and torn jeans. He never cared much about impressing others, unless it was VERY important. Once he was close enough, Zac greeted her with a nod and a casual attitude, "Josephine; Been a while, hasn't it?"
    [/fancypost]

    [align=center]

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 300px; font-family: times new roman; color: --;][hr][justify][sup]Josephine had come with high hopes of this moment. Seeing Zac there before her was little different from seeing a ghost, albeit far more thrilling. She could feel the emotions flooding through her body, warming her skin in a manner not unlike human blood did. She knew better than to assume that her eyes were deceiving her, and did not doubt the reality of the situation.




    His greeting was casual, as though it had not been almost a century and a half since they had last laid eyes upon each other, last spoken. He seemed to have even taken on the vernacular of modern young Americans, though it would have been a lie to say that she had not acquired a few, if not many, speech alterations in years past. She did have to admit, however, that his style of clothing, to her never-ending amusement, was not much of a stretch from what he had always worn.




    Josephine had always been emotional, always the one to put on a show when it was necessary, and sometimes when it was not. Whether or not it was necessary now was beyond her knowledge, and beyond her caring. Let him attack her if she overstepped her boundaries. As she had always been, she was determined she could defend herself against anyone and anything.




    She closed the distance between them and threw her arms around his shoulders as she would any mortal victim. But she made no effort to plunge her fangs into his neck or anything of the sort. Her own clothing- a tunic of bronze and white with a black tights beneath them- pressed into his.




    "You're still here." Her voice, as soft and silvery as it had always been, rang with incredulous, almost dizzied laughter. "After all of this time, you haven't moved an inch!" She should have been more surprised than she was, but what did it matter? Oh, he was here just as she hoped he would be!

    [fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: WIDTHpx TYPE COLOR; background:url(http://cache.desktopnexus.com/…bigthumbnail.jpg);height: 270px; width: 400px;][align=right][size=4pt]template ©snowtreegod #snowtreetemplate[/size]


    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: WIDTHpx TYPE COLOR; opacity: 0.8;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 250px;float: right;] "Now, why would I leave?" Zac staggered backwards just a bit; She had taken him by surprise, once again. He awkwardly returned her embrace, as he figured he should. "Jo, I've lived here for a greater amount of years; I wouldn't have it any other way. What were you expecting?" Disbelief with a joking tone was obvious in his voice.


    Another paradox; Zac never got attached to living things, but refused to leave a place he had stayed in for quite a long time, as well as a bustling night-life that grew on him. Sure, he occasionally left for a quick cross-country adventure. He just liked it better here; He was drawn by it.


    Josephine's dramatics never bothered him too much. The only time he punished her was when they might've exposed the two vampires; Plus, she had and still did frighten him sometimes. ****, he was trying to hold back from making a scene, himself. He had missed Josephine THAT much.


    Zac found himself wondering if ANYTHING had changed about his fledgling. Her voice wasn't any different, that was for sure. "So...How's eternity been treating you?"
    [/fancypost]

    [align=center]

    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; bordercolor= invisible; borderwidth= 0px; overflow: auto; width: 300px; font-family: times new roman; color: --;][hr][justify][sup]Josephine struck Zac as being so casual about the entire thing. Maybe he had made other fledglings in her absence, forgotten about her existence until this chance moment in which she happened to return. She wished that she could have said the same thing about him, but how probable was it that she be rid of the thought of her maker? Each night she had thought about him, at least for a brief moment. She might go an entire night without a single thought of him, then one thing, one little thing, could catch her attention, whether it be a trinket through the thick glass of a store window, or a person with similar features.




    When she pulled away from him, it was with the utmost reluctance. She didn't move far, of course, wishing no more than to be near to him, to look upon his unchanged face for the first time in more than a century. Oh, how she missed the better of the years they had spent together all that time ago! An enchanting duo they had been, when they were in one another's good graces.




    "Well, I'm still here, am I not?" she replied to his question, brushing a flaxen strand of hair from her forehead. It was true. There had been nights in which the kill was particularly hard for her, even now. For her to speak to a mortal was to spare their lives, as she could not stand the prospect of killing one who she had spoken to her, one who knew her voice and might carry it with their spirit to whatever afterlife there may have been.




    But the nights of adventure, the moonlit evenings spent trekking upon unfamiliar grounds, observing strange and mysterious cultures worldwide; Those were the nights that made every other worth while.




    Oh, she knew she must have still been smiling. Even if it was as dim as the starlight in urban areas of the present, the incredulous smile would not leave her lips. She stared back at him, dark eyes glinting against the light of the waxing half moon.




    "And you, Zac... You... You're still living here. Not in the same old house, I would assume?"

    [fancypost bgcolor= COLOR; border: WIDTHpx TYPE COLOR; background:url(http://cache.desktopnexus.com/…bigthumbnail.jpg);height: 270px; width: 400px;][align=right][size=4pt]template ©snowtreegod #snowtreetemplate[/size]


    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border: WIDTHpx TYPE COLOR; opacity: 0.8;overflow: auto; width: 200px; height: 250px;float: right;] Zac merely shrugged, the ghost of a smile appearing on his face, "I was hoping you were. Yes, call me old-fashioned, but all this time, I remained in that little beach house. It...Has value to me." He couldn't let go of the memories.


    Sure, there had been others after Josephine. He could recall a few from Chicago, L.A. (Which was, coincidentally, a couple of miles away), one of the Carolinas, etc,. But his first creation always had a special place in his unbeating heart. They had been through quite a lot in their short time together.


    America had been through exciting times, that was for sure. The World Wars, one of which he had experienced (There were scars to prove it; A story for another time), were two prime examples. 1999, he was out 'hunting' in the Rockies when word got out about a high school shoot-out ('The Shoot 'Em Up State', he called Colorado later on). Not long after (2001), he was preparing for a trip to New York. You know the rest of the story.


    Zac had changed when it came to killing. He acknowledged humans as more than prey, and made sure they felt a little less pain when he drank from them. A considerable variation of his...Old ways; Remembering THAT period was never a pleasant experience.


    "You're in a good mood. Then again, you were always a bright one; A little ball of sunshine." The compliment was meant as a joke. He hoped he hadn't offended her, really.
    [/fancypost]