Posts by AURELIEN LECLAIR

//i've been blessed by this thread's title lma o

Aurelien wasn't sure where he was, nor why he was there, or how he'd gotten there. It didn't really matter to him. He'd been wandering the world at random for so many years, at least a hundred in fact, that it didn't really matter to him where he was or how he had come to get there. He just enjoyed being in unknown land. It was refreshing to know he hadn't seen the whole world over in the centuries he'd been alive, and he relished in it. New land brought new people, new people meant new prey, new prey meant new tastes.
Blood was a truly wondrous substance. Everyone's smelled and tasted slightly different. Sometimes sweet, sometimes bitter, and sometimes bittersweet, he thought as a nostalgic fog clouded the twinkle of attentiveness in his dark red eyes.

Mm, but, the thought of blood made him hungry, so the spotless cheetah decided to stop reminiscing over silly little things and search for someone to eat. Then he shook his head. He wouldn't 'eat' anyone. He probably wouldn't take a full body's worth of blood, no, but enough to satiate his thirst, and get a good taste of it while he was at it. So, his hyper-sensitive nose went active and he hunted for a smell, a smell he was very familiar with. Not the smell of a rodent or a bird - no, they were quite bland creatures - but the smell of someone who could provide him with some entertainment before he feasted.

As luck would have it, such a scent was drawing nearer. The scent of a canine of some sort. A wolf, perhaps? Or was it a dog? He could never tell the two apart. He tried to calculate the way the mystery canine was heading, then leisurely took a seat upon the ground in a spot that would hopefully be in the middle of their path, waiting for the appearance of a tasty stranger.

@GABRIEL?!
Aurelien liked to describe himself as a simple cheetah with simple desires.
He needed only a few things to survive. Blood, social interaction, and physical contact were near the top of this list, and he was deprived of all three. And while he didn't plan to get up-close and personal with just any random stranger plucked from a path in this expansive forest, he could easily sate his other two needs with some patience and some luck.
The patience to wait for someone to arrive, and the luck to keep them around long enough to get an opening and extract some blood. Not enough to kill them, just enough to ease the ache in his veins; was it too much to ask?
Only one way to find that out. He climbed a tree and peered through the branches. The green leaves proved poor camouflage for a beast of his appearance, but it was a nice lookout point. He scoured his environs for a place that looked like travellers might walk by often, and noticed a long trail where the grass was flattened and withering, likely from many beings passing along it. He decided a well-worn passage was just as good a place to play the waiting game as any, so he made his way over and laid down against the trunk of a grand oak tree. There, he closed his eyes, and the game to see if anyone showed up began.

// no problem :3

A pesky smile split Aurelien's lips as soon as he heard a voice, knowing his plot had worked. Slowly, he heaved himself into a sitting position. The movement was exaggerated, as though emphasizing a sense of exhaustion. "Hahhh... No, not dead yet. How about that, eh?" He giggled a few times, then finally opened his dark red eyes. They locked onto the unfamiliar canine, scrutinizing him completely in the span of two seconds. Then the sudden intensity vanished from his demeanour and he sluggishly leaned back. He expelled a sigh that was half-exhale, half-whine. "Mmm, alive, but I wish I wasn't sometimes," he lamented, shaking his head slowly as he cast a sorrowful gaze towards the ground. "Oh, these past decades have been dreadful, they have. I'm surprised I can still speak English in this condition, ha!"

Then he disbanded the sombre act and got to his paws. He kept his body low to the ground as he walked, and each step was delicate, precise, as though he'd planned each little placement of his paws hours in advance. He sidled closer to the golden retriever, but kept enough distance that he wouldn't be identified as a threat. "What about you, are you surviving okay? These unclaimed lands can be harsh places to cross," he warned. A hint of a pout played on his features. "Wouldn't want anyone getting hurt." He sat down again, but his head was held high this time, and he gave a little flick of his sand-coloured tail.

Aurelien's ears pricked and he cast his dark red gaze in the canine's direction. He remarked that he was dealing with quite a large creature, and wondered if he was too lazy to regenerate himself if he ended up getting himself killed with his shenanigans.

With his primary observations settled, he adopted a relaxed demeanour and shot the stranger a smile. "Oh, hello, handsome," he rumbled, eyes sparkling with interest. Then his brows lifted and he grunted, as though surprised with himself. "Goodness, that wasn't the wisest greeting I ever gave. You see, I'm the master of giving people the wrong idea." He laughed, closing his eyes and baring his pointy teeth in a relaxed grin as he did so. "Pardon me. I hardly realized someone might bump into me. Should I move? I suppose I will." He got to his feet and, with careful, delicate steps, sidled over to the side a by a few inches. "There you go, sir! Sorry to be a burden!" he apologized cheerily. He wasn't aware of it at the time, but he was giving the hybrid a wolfish leer, and it made the true intent behind his friendly smile a little skewed.

He noticed it shortly afterwards and quickly erased it from his expression, covering it up with an embarrassed chuckle.

While his sandy pelt provided decent camouflage against some areas of the grassy plains, Aurelien still felt rather exposed wandering among the flat, open land. Not that the exposure bothered him too much. It was exciting more than anything, really. Anything could be out there, watching him from afar. Admiring him, even. He was pretty nice to look at, wasn't he? The thought gave him a thrill and he didn't bother suppressing the shudder that spiralled down his back.
Then he laughed off such a silly idea and kept on walking. No one had given him moony eyes for decades. He didn't expect them now.

The sunset was his favourite time of day. The beautiful colours in the sky, the orange light that dyed the earth upon which he walked, the golden sheen it added to his spotless pelt. He felt the most confident during sunset. And besides, who could hate such a romantic atmosphere? He released a happy sigh, content with the peaceful dusk, and sad only that he had no one to spend it with. "If only," he murmured to himself, before he suddenly became aware of a presence. What luck! He decided not to whip around and race towards the poor stranger, though. No, he stayed inconspicuous, continuing to walk along as though nothing had come to mind. Every once and a while, he glanced to the left and the right, and then he spotted his stranger.

It was a feline, he thought, and one whose white fur looked stunning in the setting sun's rays. His attention had been captured, and he locked onto his new target, but didn't make to move toward them. That would be too obvious, especially if he was dealing with someone who preferred flight over fight. No, instead, he simply took a seat, waiting to see if his new person of interest would make the first move before he took his plot any further. After all, there was no way they couldn't see him, with their vantage point up in a tree on empty land like this, even with the disguise that his fur provided. He closed his dark red eyes and relaxed, ears pricked and on high alert, and mind buzzing with this encounter's possible outcomes.

That hesitation. The stammering. It was all he needed to know he'd found himself a toy.
Or that was what he thought, until the stranger started to return the flirtatious attitude with his own sense of mischief.
Unfortunately, Aurelien was quite impressionable in his current state, and when someone bothered to flirt back with him his empty stomach could often become the last thing on his mind.
No, rather than nourishment, he simply wanted attention.
And a meal, but attention was more important.

"Ohh, no fair," he purred quietly, eyes ticking left and right to watch the swishing tail of the departing stranger. He got to his feet once more and slinked hastily after the canine. "Up and leaving after smiling at me like that? I don't approve." He pranced forward a few paces until he was at the canine's side and commented, "Mm, if I wasn't a burden before, would I be one if I stuck around? Ah, I hope not. It'd be a shameful waste, with how curious about you I've become." He tipped his head to the side, regarding the handsome stranger with relaxed red eyes. "Do tell me, what's your name? Don't give me one and I might have to keep calling you Handsome." He laughed easily. He was a rather easy-going creature at first glance. He carried himself on light paws, smiled like it was all he knew how to do, and could pull conversation out of unresolvable silence if he wanted to. These traits were all lovely tools to help him live his life as an affection-deprived vampire.

A sudden call snatched the vampire's attention. His ears pricked and he sat up straight, red eyes hunting for the being, presumably a child, who'd shouted at him.
"Murderer? RiverClan? Goodness, no," he said once he spotted her, blinking in surprise. "Why, I hardly even know what RiverClan is!" He got to his feet, but kept his distance from the young feline so that he didn't appear too threatening. He had a fondness for kids, and he'd feel guilty for weeks if he spooked this poor she-kit away. "No, I'm just a wandering cheetah, looking for friends and fun in these unfamiliar lands, so don't worry about me, young lady." He smiled warmly at her, a soft chuckle escaping his maw. "I can move somewhere else, if you'd like."