These Are The Thing {O} The Things We Lost

OOC: already I ship these two

IC: The smell of booze was almost as inciting as the smell of blood. Almost.

The resident vampiric asshole had been minding his own business around StormClan when he came across the strange Clan scent and the smell of vodka. The Clan scent he never really cared about since most he have seen were neutrals, but the booze perked his interest. He shifted out of invisibility, grinned as he stopped near the border. "Name and business?" Mitternacht grinned a hair wider, giving him a rather crazed appearance.

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The black kitten was out wandering when he caught sight of mitternacht speaking to someone he didn't recognize. He loved meeting new faces and couldn't help but walk up because of this. He offered the two a friendly wave of the tail in greeting. Since his mentor had already asked the necessary question, Darkkit remained quiet and kept a curious gaze on this Rouz who paths had heard so much about.

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For once, Mitternacht was glad that his father taught him another language. He used to think it was worthless in his life, but hearing the foreign tongue, he was grateful. Otherwise he would never be able to know what the she-cat spoke. "Only if its a little more red if you catch my drift." Mitternacht answered in turn with a small chuckle.

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IC:
Crap. Se didn't know what that smell was... But she remembered something smelling like it from traveling with Tentigo before her kits were born. Well she couldn't understand a word the other femme said. Was she the only clueless one here?

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Mitternacht was about to answer for himself when the she-cat cut herself open. There was a deep, hungry look in his eyes, and he almost trembled at the sight of it. The blood of prey, like mice and birds, were all good, but fresh willing cat blood was something like a dream to most vampires. He hissed, pressing his fangs against the blood and drinking it all in, a content, almost high look on his face. "Так хорошо..." He grunted out as he took his fangs off of her cut.

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Darkkit watched the female very curiously but still stayed silent. He felt like his head would explode from listening to her speak. He didn't understand a thing of what she was saying. "Who are you?" He asked her, unsure of how to react to his. He watched as she slid a claw through the flesh of her paw and he immediately grew rigid, his eyes growing wide as he observed the blood begin to spill. Its scent filled the air around him, flooding his senses and causing an overwhelming hunger to erupt within him. His fangs began to itch from temptation and he turned away, struggling to control himself. The kitten began to whisper to himself, ignoring everyone around him as he tried to talk him down from his urges. There was no way he'd allow himself to lose control.

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IC:
Seeing that Darkkit was obviously tempted to drink some, Se padded a little closer to her kitten and tried to lay her tail on him gently in a comforting way. She still had no idea what was going on, but she could try and help Darky.

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He lifted a paw and waved her off, not wanting anything to do with that blood. He didn't trust this situation entirely. "N-No.. thank you.." He politely declined, keeping his back turned away from the two. His mother's gentle touch comforted him and he felt rigidness calm a little, but the urge was still there. The kitten conjured up a rag and held it over his muzzle, attempting to shield himself from the scent and with much success. He felt his entire body mellowed out a bit as he did this and he flickered a grey gaze between Mitternacht and Rouz, slightly embarrassed. "A-Actually, I was wondering if there is anything we can do for you? Or are you just visiting today?" He asked her, his voice muffled by the thick rag. He too was very confused and until he got an answer, the tomkit wouldn't know how to treat this stranger.

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"Держите кровь от него , вы бы любезно ?" The vampire suddenly spoke up, his voice a little harsh as he looked between his fledgling and the vampire. "He is only to have the blood of prey, not fresh." He looked back at his apprentice and he gave a tiny nod, approving that he had rejected the blood. Good. He didn't have to kick his ass for it.

"But he does bring up a good question."