DANCE WITH THE ASH THAT REMAINS // joining, o

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    making her way towards the place he had been told about the female stopped to think if it was the right choice to reside here if hewas here. the grand palace standing before the ivory-clothed german shephard appeared very oriental with many miniscule details she would love to look at later if the female were to stay. the place had been surrounded by a bamboo forest on her way, suprised that she hadn't been stopped before this section as well. taking in a deep breath eilif had made her way a few steps closer, the ivory slik dragging against the cold stone benathe her. she resented himfor what he did to her, what he made her, and she had tried to live her life the same ever since. starved the most she can, not being able to say the name of her savior, overall limiting her ability in doing her job as a messiah and nun.

    MAKE YOUR DEMAND, ETERNITY —




    DETTLAFF !


    The fur prickled across his broad shoulders as he sensed a presence approaching his territory. It dredged up a sense of urgency within him and primal urges that only vampires would care to know or feel. Dettlaff abandoned the patch of sunlight that he had been bathing in and hurried through the bamboo thickets as he raced on swift paws towards the border, eyes narrowing as he arrived on the scene and was confronted by the features of someone from his past.


    The powerful male stood stoic and silent, tail twitching back and forth as he contemplated the best course of action at that moment. He had sired her, in a vampiric sense. His blood, his bite; the very components that had turned her into a vampire like himself.

    "You're foolish to come here. Why?"

    He knew she resented him which made him all the more puzzled about as to why she had come here at all. His scent clung to the border of course, mixed with the scents of the others who took up the duty of laying down the Dark Dynasty scent. It was unmistakably his lair of choice.




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    the small woman looked up towards the large creature before her, a screaming pain resonating within her skull. she hated this man, why was she here again? it was better than misery. this fire inside her tore through her body towards her eyes, with them now starting to well up. quickly she stopped them the best she could, not wanting to lose whatever was left of her dignity towards the man of her past in the form of her weakest state. she was desperate, she was tired of living hollowly as a vampire. it had gone on too long and now she was afraid to go and help others. this time, she was the one asking for help. "i..." the sister could not form the words properly, her composure as fragile as a mirror, much different from how she was long ago, "i'm tired of fighting myself... of hiding from others... it's gone on too long for me...i need your hel-" taking another shaky breath in she continued her sentence, "help... i'm desperate."

    MAKE YOUR DEMAND, ETERNITY —




    DETTLAFF !


    The stern stare momentarily softened as the other admitted her situation. She needed help from the one who had condemned her to the life of craving blood and flesh? Dettlaff knew that he could not say no to a plea, no matter how strongly he wished to chase her away.

    "And what sort of help is that? I cannot reverse what has been done, and I cannot kill you as it would break the vampiric laws that I follow. Or have you come looking for a feed?"

    It was not uncommon for vampires to feed from each other, his good friend Regis often let other vampires drink from him if they required it. But he could not be certain that this was the case here. Though she did look... frail.




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    The female would come over next and pause. Laws and stuff. This place was welcoming to anyone, as long as laws were followed. She loved her clan, even if most were vampires now. Stopping, she would take a seat and watch in silence. Ears perked.


    thinking | "speaking"

    ONCE YOU'VE HAD A TASTE OF HER YOU'LL NEVER BE THE SAME. YEAH, SHE'LL MAKE YOU GO INSANE! —