To Slay my Love {Female Vampire Needed, PAFP}

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    "Slay the beasts!" The burning flames that was engulfing the now crumbling castle before the human army caused a victorious expression to cross the man's face. Ten years... ten very long years he had been waiting for this moment, to grasp at victory and claim it. To shove his victory down those bloodsuckers throats, to revel in their hatred that was burning in their eyes... to utterly destroy each and everyone of them in honor and glory. They were demons, vile beings meant to be destroyed by his hands. And he refused to allow anyone of them to escape his righteous wrath. As his dark hair swirled wildly past his face, he turned his head to look across the battlefield which were now covered with the burning bodies of corpses. Those who were human and slain in battle he had ordered to be burned and destroyed. He refused for anyone to come back as one of those beasts which he hated so much. Those... vampires.


    His gray gaze turned away as he turned his horse to follow after the remnants of his army. Since there were no more vampires left in the vicinity, he was left to assume that he had decimated and destroyed them all... in which the proud commander was soon to face that he was utterly and completely wrong to make simple assumptions. Spurring his horse forward across the battlefield, he contented himself in the smell of the burning fires, not that he particularly appreciated the smell of burning flesh... it reminded him of times which he wished to forget. The twenty-eight year old human was an elite warrior though hellbent on the killing of vampires.. he had an unnaturally strong hatred of the undead, graceful beings, though if one would ask him why, he would never tell. His reasons were clouded by hatred when dealing with vampires.


    However as he followed behind his army, he felt a particular chill flow up his spine. Looking over his shoulder he was only met with the silence of the now barren battlefield. His eyes narrowed as he muttered, "Just my nerves..." He looked away and proceeded to follow the army that was quickly disappearing, however he froze as he felt a stronger feeling of malice and immediately he began looking around quickly, "WHOSE THERE?!"

    Hello! I'd like to roleplay with you, but I have a few questions.


    Do you have a certain amount of lines you require? Because I can't do one as long as the entire first post ya made. I just don't have that ability. And also, lovely undertale quote there. Sans is the best. I can probably do about the last paragraph in length on average, sometimes longer, sometimes shorter, maybe even two of them depending on how I feel.


    Secondly, would you like me to make a form for my character if my abilities are alright-enough for ya? If so, I'll just go ahead and make a form. If my abilities aren't okay enough, just delete my post and PM me and say something. I'll try my best not to be too down about it. Live and learn and stuff like that.



    Malice


    (If it's just jump in)


    By now the woman was fully awake from he unconscious state. The place around her reeked of burning bodies, and her face felt very dirty and warm. Quickly, she held her breath upon hearing someone shout. "WHO'S THERE!" She hear them clam. Moving her tongue around in her mouth, trying to get rid of the faint coppery taste, she thought about getting up. But in fear that the guy would her her, her muscles locked up. She was in pain, and very sore. But, more importantly, where was she? What was she?


    Did she even have a name? She had a hunch that it was Malice, but it sounded strangely foreign to the girl. Malice stuck to her like glue, but she didn't understand why it sounded so nice to her. Maybe her name was just Alice? No, that sounded too... Normal. For now, her name was Malice, no matter what it meant. But now she had a different problem, if this guy really was an enemy, was she to stand and run? Suddenly, a very compelling fear convinced the girl, Malice, to move. So, with a grunt, Malice heaved herself up to her feet. But she was sore, so she did it slowly, and clumsily. When Malice stood up, she was suddenly dizzy, and her head hurt.

    (Nah, its fine. I just tend to get on a roll when I start typing so I wind up with large paragraphs when I feel like it. So you're perfectly fine to just put a few sentences or so, I don't really mind at all, I'm not picky when it comes to people replying so if you feel like putting just a sentence that's fine too. X3 And you didn't have to put a form, but its alright though. I'm not used to people putting forms for stuff like this lol


    And yes, Sans is the best character in Undertale... other than Goat Mom.)


    He exhaled as soon as he saw it was just simply a young woman... wait... a young woman? Surely he'd have recognized her if he had allowed women to come with the army to confront those demonic beings... maybe she was captured by those monsters? The thought caused a feeling of untamed rage at the thought, it took every ounce of Wulfgar's own willpower to control himself. After all, he wouldn't want to frighten her... yet he observed her for a few more seconds with caution. She seemed... paler than a human on average. It was strange, but he assumed once more she must have been captured and trapped for awhile, therefore lack of sunlight could have led to that. And yet... he still couldn't shake the unnerving feeling that was pestering him. But he placed it aside, saying in a commanding voice as he usually did, "You there, are you hurt?" The commander looked intimidating, since he was covered from head to toe in armor, honestly his face couldn't been seen except for those sharp gray eyes of his... quite piercing and cold to the point it seemed there was so kindred light in those eyes. Truly, he didn't seem like the type of man to be trifled with.

    (Oh thank god. I'm always so anxious about joining roleplays sometimes. Well, that's a big relief to hear. Well, see. I absolutely adore Papyrus, the date with him is just so hilarious)


    "N-no." She choked out quietly. But she quickly realized that he probably wouldn't be able to hear her. Breathing heavily, she leg out a gasp and took a deep breath in before talking louder. "N-no! At least I don't think anything serious, maybe just a small cut and soreness." At the end of her sentence she let out a gasp, she was having trouble breathing. For some reason she was full of panic and her head was swimming in thought. This guy was obviously not someone to fool around with. Even worse, she had a deep feeling of absolute terror in her gut. Making her stomach twist and twitch in the agony of just having to be there, talking to him.

    (Heheh, I know the feeling. AND THE GREAT PAPYRUS! He's the cutest character for me in the game. You cannot live without Papyrus. H-HUMAN?!)


    His eyes narrowed slightly. She seemed... afraid. Rightfully so, if she had endured the sudden besiege of the vampire's castle then surely she would've been shaken up. However, no matter how much he felt a cold feeling crossing over him, he moved his horse towards her, leaning forward so his outstretched hand could be able to be reached, "If that's the case, it should still be looked at. Come, I'll take you to see a medic." There was clearly no other choice, he wasn't give her one. And judging by his position he seemed more than just alert, he was wary. His gray eyes upon closer inspection was watching her with such absolute and complete concentration it was almost frightening to stare into the gray depths for more than was absolutely necessary as if he was spearing through her merely with his eyes. However, he was simply assessing her movements carefully to see if there was anything... unnatural about her.

    With a shaky hand, Malice reached up and grabbed his hand, firmly grasping it as firmly as she could manage that was somewhat steady. She made the mistake up making eye contact, jumpy, she broke it immediately. She knew he was watching her. But shy? She felt like she was going to lose it completely. But at least he seemed okay enough for now.


    (I also like Undyne! She's so silly when you call her at various places. And the cooking scene when you spare her is hilarious. They made her so over-the-top. All the characters have their own loveable charm in everything!)

    (True! Toby Fox did a really good job with Undertale. Though a lot of people hate Undertale... probably because its being played a lot by other people, but I find the game really good loveable. You can't really hate any of the characters)


    Wulfgar without a moment's pause had pulled her up infront of him upon the stallion in which the horse had tossed its head restlessly in response. One arm securely wrapped around her waist to keep her from falling if he had to force the horse into a gallop... or if she proved to be suspicious he could dispatch her immediately without wasting time in doing so. Grabbing the reigns of the horse with his other hand, he turned the stallion in the direction of which the army went off to and began to head in the current direction. He could tell, this young woman was shy simply by her brief interaction with him, yet he couldn't feel like he should let his guard down. After all he was still trying to answer some questions on why she was there in the first place, it was all a little bit too... suspicious. Yet for now, he decided to act like he should- a commander who had just assisted a citizen. He should act a little bit more... kinder to her, he supposed. After all, it must be quite the uncomfortable situation for her to be in, practically trapped against him while he was tracking down his army again who was most likely regrouping at the campsite. "May I ask of your name?" He decided to attempt to break the discomfort with at least trying to put her at ease.

    (Well, with the exception of Flowey for most/some of the people. He was designed to be disliked in my opinion though. He is a good character none the less. Some people might all just write it off because it looks kinda retro. But it is a fantastic game. I'm glad I didn't write it off immediately, almost did though. And Muffet, her death if you kill her.... So heartbreaking. Like, that little spider has no words, but yet it almost made me cry.)


    "... I... I don't know it for sure. For some reason, Malice is the first thing that comes to mind." The woman said, her voice just loud enough so he could hear her. She didn't know anything, but she doubted this guy believed her much. She had no memory, and that pained her. She felt like she was missing out on one, simple, but very important detail. She knew something was wrong with this situation. To be honest, Malice wanted anything but to be trapped against this guy right now. But that wasn't exactly a choice, now was it?

    (I love Flowey... strictly because he's Asreil. And he's psychotic.. I usually love psychotic characters. And to me, the way it looks adds unto the experience and enhances it in a way. And that's true, Toby made sure to make you feel absolutely horrible for killing anyone.)


    "..Malice? That's... quite unusual." There was a creeping suspicion now behind Wulfgar's words. Who would honestly think of naming their child such an word of ill will... yet, it was simply a name. Nothing to put concrete suspicion down, so he decided it was somewhat okay to relax a little. Yet he concluded from her response that... she must have amnesia which made his jaw clench. This would make things slightly more difficult... no, a lot more difficult. If he was to get answers for why she was there, he would most likely get none... a vexing situation indeed. Yet, remaining as calm as the situation called for he asked, "Why where you there near the castle? Did the vampires hold you hostage?" A simple enough question for the most part.

    (Yeah, I like what he did with Flowey. He looks so innocent and he had me fooled the first time I saw him. How about Mettaton? I think he's hilarious, especially at the part about Alphys' crush.)


    "Well, to be honest, I can't remember a thing. I just woke up to the smell of burning and what I'd assume to be you shouting." Malice said, looking around at the areas around them. This place seemed so unfamiliar to her. "I'd like answers myself, but I can't find them." Malice sighed slightly, this was going to be awful. She wanted to remember so badly, and it was frustrating her not to know. Adding that on top of the fear sent a chill up her spine. She was terrified, and frustrated. Not a good combination. Why couldn't she just remember already!?

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    (God... Mettaton.... I love him. X3 He's just perfect.)


    Wulfgar mumbled, "I see..." Then he allowed silence to settle, not bothering to push her with anymore questions. At least he knew what her name was, and he wasn't going to badger someone too much especially since it was without a doubt in his mind that she had amnesia. Eventually after what felt like an eternity of silence, the sound and familiar sounds of the base camp reached his ears. Tents were put up as soldiers were tended to, as Wulfgar came unto the scene, multiple eyes turned on him then turned upon Malice. Obviously there were questions burning in them as Wulfgar dismounted and assisted Malice with getting off the large stallion. But judging by the sudden silence in the camp at Wulfgar's arrival, the commander was truly either deeply respected or feared.

    (Mettaton is the best thing i've seen so far as to robots. The sight of mettaton in a dress made me cry of laughter. I loved the little Easter egg where Sans puts a ton of hotdogs on Frisk's head. I love that how something like a cactus, can have more character in it than an entire game sometimes.)


    Malice felt her nervousness growing as the camp went silent and she was helped down. She felt trapped, to say the least. Ever bit of contact sent little stabs of pain through that part of her body. But, she tried her best to not to show her pain. So, she just clenched her teeth and kept her mouth shut. It was no doubt in her head that the guy who had helped her definitely was feared. Even though she feared him, pretty badly as well, she was also pretty curious about him. However, she got the feeling that she'd learn his name quickly. Depending on how things went, she'd probably come to remember it.

    (That's so true, you can tell the whole game was made with so much attention to every little detail to the point everything is loveable. And I adore Temmie Village... I just can't get enough of that place.)


    His hand firmly gripped her arm as he proceeded forward through the camp to a particular one that had some of the wounded soldiers within. A middle aged man was tending to the wounds and yet as soon as Wulfgar came in he nearly dropped the bowl of herbs he was about to grind up and instead hurried to straighten himself up as much as possible. With a visibly forced, yet nervous smile he said, "Commander Wulfgar, how can I-" His gaze turned upon Malice and immediately he gave Wulfgar a questioning look. The commander moved Malice, though gently over to the man, "I found her on the battlefield. She said she has a few cuts and injuries, tend to them. I don't want them to get infected." The man swallowed nervously and nodded hastily, "Y-yes Commander." He watched as he walked out and heaved a sigh, "Honestly that boy needs to stop being so hostile..." His kindly gaze turned upon Malice, a genuinely warm smile on his face, "I'm apologizing on behalf of him, he's.. a ruffiam to say the least, now where are these wounds?" The middle aged man was short in stature, and quite thin and almost frail. His bearded face and silver tinged hair looked almost odd on him and yet his face was rather kind. The camp's medic appeared to be a polar opposite to who he referred to as Commander Wulfgar.

    (Hoi! I'm Temmie! and don't forget my friend.... Hi. I'm Bob.)


    Malice moved her arm to the side to reveal a pretty bad-looking wound, but it extremely deep or that long, but it probably bled a lot at one point, there was still signs of blood and irritation around it. There was no doubt that it could easily be infected at one point in the future, or maybe it was even infected already. Malice didn't know, all the woman knew was that it still bothered her. Badly.

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    (I literally laughed so hard when I saw that. X3)


    He gently took hold of her arm, inspecting the wound carefully then he frowned, "Ah... I see... this doesn't look good at all." With a sigh, he moved away and walked over towards a basin filled with water, taking a cloth he dipped it in the water and cane back, beginning to clean the wound first before he applied any herbs to it.

    (That was beautiful. I showed my friends of it. Undertale is the best game, especially if you wanna laugh. What's best about it is that it's so good, that other people don't wanna ruin the end for others who haven't seen it.)


    Malice clenched her teeth, trying not to flinch in pain from the wound being cleaned. It hurt terribly, and this could be shown by not her face, but by the fact the woman had tensed up. When the guy took the cloth away from her arm, she relaxed again. At least the wound would feel better, right?

    (True. Yet as heartwarming as it is, it can get really dark which makes me love it even more.)


    He smiled apologetically at her as he once more moved away and took a herbal paste that he seemed to have made earlier and applied it to the wound, "So, do you plan on accompanying us to the capital? Surely you do have family awaiting your return." He seemed as if he was attempting to start a conversation with her to put her at ease all the while tightly binding her wounded arm with bandages.

    "Even If I do have family waiting for me, I don't think I'd be able to remember them. I can't remember anything. I just woke up to the smell of something burning." Malice said, looking at the person who was now bandaging her arms.


    (Of course, the fact it can go from lighthearted to dark so quickly is amazing. It gets so sad at points, too. Like, with the monster's stars and everything. How they're shining rocks, and all their technology is just stuff thrown away by humans. Makes ya think.)

    (Yep, its really a pretty good game overall... yet the internet had gotten to it. So many images... rule 34 has disturbed me with the fandom)


    He sighed, "Ah, I see." His gaze turned towards her, an expression of pity upon his face, "Hopefully you'll remember soon. Wulfgar is planning to begin the travel back as soon as everyone here has recovered enough from the battle." His gaze turned upon the people that were laying within the medic tent, majority of them sleeping or just unconscious, "But I have to say this conquest... it wasn't worth it. We lost quite a lot of good soldiers..."

    "Can you explain it to me, please?" She questioned, she was still too confused about what happened. Maybe if she remembered what was going on before whatever happened, maybe she'd be able to remember some more at least. If not, well, at least it was worth a try... Right?


    (Oh god, now i'm worried. Oh well, that's just how people are, I guess. My friend almost threw what she was playing with the first time Sans made a pun. I wish I was there to see that, she absolutely hates puns. So I like to make a lot of bad ones to annoy her.)