Posts by AURELIEN LECLAIR

The sun was rising.
Aurelien wasn't a fan of the sunrise. There was nothing special about it. The colours weren't as pretty as they were during sunset, and rather than the moon and the beautiful stars coming out, he had to deal with the glaring, golden sun. The sun was such a menacing thing, glowing with anger and sending its scorching, intrusive rays down upon the earth, and he wondered how anyone could prefer it over the peaceful, relaxing white shine of the moon.
But he couldn't run from the daytime, so he braved it with a sigh and the gentle reminder that a new day brought new fun. The past few days were interesting ones, after all, and he'd met many an interesting person to boot, and he was quite settling into a routine of waking up eager to see who he'd meet next.

He hoped that this day wouldn't be the one to break the chain, but as he began wandering further into new territory, he was in high hopes.
His optimism paid off quickly when his sensitive nose caught onto a unique scent, one that he recognized as a stranger. Grinning with curious excitement, he began to follow the scent trail towards the mystery stranger.
@D.HELLFIRE

Aurelien was rather suddenly aware of the fact he was being watched, and his head swung around to see who had their eyes planted on his form. A relaxed grin immediately fell onto his lips as he realized the scent he'd been trailing was that of another vampire. Vampires had a certain sweetness to their scent that drew anyone in, and piqued the interests of other vampires in an instant. He quickly knew that this encounter would make for good fun. Meeting another of his kind always proved to be a treat.

With slow, delicate steps, the cheetah carried his feminine body over to this stranger, studying him through deep red eyes as he approached. "Oh... Why, hello there," Aurelien purred in response to the friendly greeting. His tone was airy and playful, like the very act of interacting was just a game he'd played a million times. And perhaps that had a ring of truth, but even still, it was a game he loved to play. "I don't know, could you help me?" he wondered, sitting down at the base of the rock the kitsune was relaxing upon. He chuckled, then shook his head dismissively. "Ah, I'm only kidding, I don't need much of anything at the moment. But thank you for the offer." His eyes flickered again over the canine's form, then he asked, "So, what's your name, gorgeous?" He curled his tail around his small paws and hummed with contentment while he waited for a response. "Mine's Aurelien, Aurelien LeClair. 'Tis always a pleasure to meet someone like yourself." He winked and turned his head away again, his pesky smile remaining glued to his muzzle.

((Didn't think I'd be getting a chance to play this vampiric bastard as a human, and it's exciting - turned out being a bigger muse boost than I thought~!))

Human emotions were very fleeting concepts. One day you're happy, one day you're sad. One day you love someone, the next, you've moved on. Things were never the same, as if they woke up with different wiring every single day. Their tastes changed, their ideals changed, their opinions changed, and it was all very fascinating to watch for a being such as Aurelien.

Aurelien was, in a word, a vampire. Pulseless, blood-sucking, drop-dead gorgeous vampire. And he'd been around for centuries upon centuries, watching the world flourish and fall, rise and die, over and over again in repetitive cycles. All the while, human emotion fluctuated like the tide, ebbing and flowing in similar cycles to accommodate the changing situations and scenarios. Opinions were formed, fought over, and eventually became obsolete even after grand losses were sustained to attain victory for their cause.
The thought of it made him chuckle. They were such fickle beings, they were. Having been born with his lovely treasure of a 'disease', he'd never truly understand them. Mortals and immortals lived on highly different plains, and that was simply fact. He'd wonder about them until the end of time, and that was one of the things he loved about living life alongside such creatures. There was always some source of entertainment to be found in pondering their unique ways.

He was wandering down the street at the time, a relaxed air to him. A smile on his face, a glow in his ruby red eyes, he seemed to radiate contentment. No one paid him any heed, though, and he didn't mind that. He wasn't seeking attention, nor did he want a meal, he was just wandering. He was unfamiliar with the location he was in. He'd spent the majority of his long, long life in three places - the island on which he was born, since long lost; France, in which he spent his late youth enjoying the French atmosphere and customs; and most recently, Russia, where the current descendants of his ancient bloodline lived. Yet at that time he wasn't in any of those places. He'd be damned if he even knew where he was, and he didn't care. All he knew was that the citizens spoke with funny accents and that the climate was comfortable, and he was happy with his limited knowledge.

Even if he had been given any attention, he doubted it would last long. His long, striking golden hair attracted eyes every once and a while, but they always went about their bustling before more than a few seconds had passed. It was his most interesting feature, apart from his scarlet eyes, he supposed. With that knowledge, he decided to neaten it up a bit. He pulled it out of the tight ponytail he'd had it in, smoothened it out, then pulled it back through his black hair band and kept walking, taking long, swift strides.

His body was nice too, though, he remarked, and it often worked in his favour. He stood about five feet and ten inches (if that; perhaps he was closer to five-foot-nine), and his frame was light and feminine, showing faint hints of definition here and there. His complexion was pale and made his dark eyes stand out. He smiled a confident smile, one that just barely showed elongated canines, because he knew he could charm anyone he wanted to if he so wished.

But that day, he wasn't too interested. No one caught his eye as he strolled along the unfamiliar streets, and even if they had, he probably wouldn't have given them more than a wink before moving on. That day was a day to relax and enjoy what the world had to offer, and perhaps run into something particularly interesting on the way. Who was to know? New land brought new pleasures, as he liked to say.

It wasn't long before a certain scent tickled his nose, one that he found to be very alluring. He lowered his chin to conceal the pesky smile that crept onto his lips and let his eyes sweep the path in front of him, hunting for a glimpse of whoever was producing the tantalizing smell. His scarlet eyes locked upon a tall figure standing a few paces ahead of him and the corners of his mouth curled up ever further. It had been a long time since he'd seen another vampire. One that he wasn't related to, at least, and this one didn't bare the tell-tale signs of being one of his kin.

He was a tall, dark figure, with a perfect frame and beautiful skin. Aurelien itched to get a look from the front, but he didn't want to appear like he was paying too much attention to the other vampire. It could have been taken as a sign of hostility, and he certainly didn't want to let such a rare, gorgeous specimen think he was out with the intent to start a fight. So, as much as it pained him to simply ignore the lovely sight before him, he lifted his chin and walked along as though nothing had caught his interest. He admired the snow, slowly drifting through the air on the faint breeze, and made to pass by the stranger without a glance. He hardly noticed that the other male had completely stopped walking.

That was, until his sensitive ears caught a faint whisper, and he came to a swift halt only a pace ahead. Excitement tingled in his chest. He hadn't expected to be greeted first. Without turning around, or even tilting his head, he responded, "Might I help you?" His voice was just as soft, and it betrayed little of his emotion. He might not have been the most relaxed vampire - in fact, he was a rather animated sort - but he was skilled at concealing his emotions. He had to be if he wanted to get anywhere, especially outside of home, dealing with unfamiliar vampires. It was a dangerous sport, but one that he could rely on to result in fun times.

Despite the hum of the bustling city, it felt as though he were standing in bleak silence, awaiting a response from the curious stranger.

Aurelien smiled and lifted his head. "Exploring? Ooh, good fun! I'd love to accompany you," he said in a bright, happy tone. Then his ears drooped when she pointed out his lack of friends. "Hey, I have plenty friends! They just don't live around here," he said in defence, an injured frown working onto his features. Indeed, he hadn't seen any of his old friends in quite a while. He'd grown bored of the same old faces and hungered for something new, which was why he'd travelled to these foreign lands in the first place. Then he perked up again when she declared that it was his lucky day. "Is it? Well, let's go, then!"

"Dean," Aurelien repeated. "What a simple name; I quite like it." He swiped his tongue along the surface of his teeth and continued, "I'm Aurelien LeClair. Lovely meeting you, Handsome. Oh, I mean, Dean. Lovely meeting you, Dean." A humorous chuckle left his mouth and he shook his head like he was disappointed in himself. "Goodness, I am just impossible, aren't I?"

Then he lifted his head, eyes following the path ahead of them. "Where are you off to, friend?" he asked, flicking his tail. "Somewhere specific? Running your duties? Or are you just happily wandering, like myself?" He leaned closer for a moment to get a good smell of the large wolfdog's fur, ignoring the tantalizing scent of the warm, red blood running just underneath. "You smell like a crowd. You must have a decent amount of acquaintances, no? Or maybe you get into a lot of fights." He purred in amusement, flicking the other male with his tail. "That's fine with me. Nothing wrong with a man who's proved himself in a fight or two, eh? Me, I prefer the route of the pacifist, but I can hold my own too. This beautifully slim body of mine is packed to the pelt with muscles, I assure you." He crouched low and took longer strides so that his skin pulled taut over the firm muscles lying underneath, swishing his tail all the while. He kept an eye on Dean, watching to gauge his reaction to the display.

// no problem c:

"Ohh," Aurelien hummed, spinning around to face the stranger. The movement was slow so that he could retain his peaceful demeanour. He didn't want to startle anyone, and definitely didn't want to trigger an attack in result. "If that's all you're worried about, then don't worry, sweet. I didn't plan to leech off of anyone else's bounty, I promise." He licked his lips and turned around again, clasping his hands together behind his back. "Stealing prey is a dirty game, and I was taught better than that." His parents had been a strange sort, but they were sophisticated, respectable individuals for the most part, and often taught him to treat others' food with as much respect as he'd treat the ones who fed off of them. He certainly wasn't the type to just go plucking fellow vampires from the street and feasting upon them, so he applied this honourable logic to his meals as well. "I'll leave if hunger's paws try to claim me, beautiful." Then he looked back again, a playful smile on his lips. "Ah, but perhaps I am a bit lost, if you'd be so chivalrous as to assist me." He took the time following his final comment to study the strangers face, admiring the way it was put together so perfectly, like a beautiful puzzle. His amiable gaze grew a little leering, but the emotion faded just as quickly as it had sprung to life.

Aurelien whined as he was hit with a continued barrage of offensive observations. "A hobo?! I'm no such thing!" he exclaimed, taken aback. "And are you mocking my silky voice? How awful..." He hung his head and stifled a sniffle. If one thing was clear, it was that this vampire loved exaggeration. "Why, in this awful state of depression I find myself slipping into, I may even forget how to speak English."
But, yet again, his previous excited mood flared back to life when she offered some ideas for the excursion the two had plotted. "The mountains, what a gorgeous place. I'd love to go. Maybe we'll even hit someone waiting below with one of the rocks." He chuckled.

"Ooh, how polite," Aurelien remarked. His whiskers twitched, pleased with the regal flattery he was receiving. He knew this was going to be a fun way to pass the time. There was nothing more entertaining then flirting, especially when the one he decided to flirt with played along. He'd played the game with many an unwilling man, and as fun as it was to watch their reactions to his seductive techniques and displays, finding someone who would kick the ball back at him made it so much more worthwhile.
It was like finding a friend who he instantly had something in common with.

"Aw, is it all that special a name?" he wondered, eyes flickering first left, then right. "I never really thought so, but I have always loved the sound of it myself. I happen to have lived in a place where the name Dimitri was rather common, but I always thought it felt nice on the tongue. Dimitri," he purred, emphasizing his point. "Your last name, though, now that's unique. What a fitting name for someone big and intimidating like you! Ah, I love your type. Can't help but drool over a guy who looks good with some blood in his fur." He licked his lips in content approval of his own statement, and a drawn-out sigh followed. He was reminded vaguely of someone he once knew, long ago.

He shook his head lightly to clear the nostalgic thoughts and returned his focus to the situation at hand. "I'm happy to know I've made your day brighter," he chirped with a happy laugh. "Say, I've done my share of fawning over fantasies, but tell me. What do you look for when you're looking for someone to have some fun with, hm? What do you like in a partner?" He leaned in closer, eyes sparkling with interest.

Aurelien exhaled a short, surprised breath as Dimitri drew nearer to him. The faint brushing of fur didn't go unnoticed, and mixed with the powerful and attracting scent he emitted, he couldn't stifle the shiver that shook his body in response. This was truly his favourite type to play with; someone who wasn't afraid to get up close and personal, someone who took the incentive. The cheetah had zero concept of personal space, and even if he did, he'd love having other invade it. He didn't have any personal boundaries, and if he did, he'd love having them ignored and broken. And it was a two-player game - Dimitri's reactions to his own advances were just as rewarding, and just as exciting. It was like he knew exactly what Aurelien wanted to hear, and his ears were perked and eagerly awaiting every word that followed.

"Oh, you want to be spoiled, do you, darling?" Aurelien asked. His fur prickled and he jumped a bit when he felt breath against his ears, and he followed up with a sly laugh. "Oh, trust me, sweet, I know how to spoil a man. And I'm pretty well-versed in entertaining one, too." In turn, he leaned in close to Dimitri's ear and added, "But you can only really find that out for yourself, hm?" Then he leaned back and chuckled. "Oh, whatever will you do, Dimitri?"

Aurelien knew how to play both roles in this special game, too. One minute he could be dominant, demanding, and keen to take the lead, but he also knew when to fall back and let his shy, vulnerable side show through, the side that was waiting to be led rather than do the leading. This was one of those times. Shortly after he finished speaking, he lowered his head and curled his tail around his paws, adopting a more weak and reclusive demeanour as opposed to his previous bold and confident attitude. He peered upwards at the kitsune, waiting eagerly for the next turn to be taken.

Aurelien smiled, pleased to hear that this unfamiliar face wouldn't be having any problems fending for himself in the near future as he travelled. Nothing fun about a handsome stranger like this one being mauled by who-knew-what lurked out in the unknown.
Funny enough, considering he planned to rough him up a bit himself, but his own attack would only leave two little puncture wounds if he ever managed to execute it.
His thoughts were moved away from blood and back to the situation at hand, though, when he was asked for his name. "Ah, it's Aurelien LeClair," he replied, smiling warmly. "Always a pleasure to meet a pretty face. What's your name, sweet?" He leaned forward, giving less and less mind to how much distance he kept as the chatter flowed on. It was clear this canine had friendly intentions and wasn't viewing him as a hostile, so what was the harm in getting a little closer? The only problem he saw was that the closer he was to his hopeful prey, the stronger the scent of his sweet, sweet blood, and the more the temptation grew - but he was old enough and had trained himself enough to maintain self-control, or so he hoped. He didn't always have a lot of faith in his abilities, at least in that regard.

Aurelien could sense the stranger's faint discomfort, especially when he exercised his frequent use of pet names, and it put a joyed smile on his face. Oh, how he loved to watch a man squirm. It made him curious about what other reactions he might have been able to beckon from the unique specimen before him, but he didn't want to make a wrong move and trigger any hostilities. He was quite the pacifist in truth, preferring to keep his nose out of danger and his hands clean, aside from his meals, naturally. No benefits would arise from breaking that streak. He liked to have fun, not fight.
Then he was asked where he wished to be, and the subtle smile that accompanied the words coaxed a chuckle from him. Small, but lovely, like a little lotus petal contrasting amidst a field of grey. It rather pleased him. "Hm, where do I want to go?" he wondered, clasping his hands behind his back and spinning on his heels. "You're obviously familiar with the land - what might you recommend for a tourist, sweet? Have any local eye candy you want to share? Any particularly nice restaurants? I just want to drink in the city."

Aurelien was focused quite closely on Dean's every moment, so when the other flinched and cried out in pain, the cheetah gave quite the startled jump in response. "Oh!" he exclaimed, his sand-coloured hairs fluffing up due to surprise. "Goodness, you got quite the spook out of me!" he remarked with a nerve-easing laugh, then his expression turned a bit more serious. "Are you okay, can I assist at all?" He eyed the wounded paw, frowning as he remarked the blood that came dripping from the gash.

Inside his head, and throughout his body, signals were flaring. Nerves were tingling. The scent - it was pulling at him, beckoning him forward. The sight of the warm crimson, it seemed to call his name. These weren't unfamiliar sensations. They were ones he lived with, the instincts that kept him alive. Had he been younger, he might have succumbed and launched his attack then and there, no composure or patience. But he'd been stuck with his 'curse' for years, centuries even - he knew what time was a good time to feast.

After all, he was privy to the blade on Dean's and he didn't much like the look of it. If the wolfdog suspected him of being a vampire, now was in fact the worst possible time to strike.

So he kept a level head and calm expression, betraying no hints of the bloodlust writhing within him like a hungry parasite. "I'm sure I can hunt down a make-shift bandage if need be," he offered, flicking his ear.

Aurelien had thought he was doing a good job of being passive, not drawing attention to himself, but perhaps he was just too gorgeous to deny the attention of those around him. He flinched and let out a disappointed little whine when the female's warding voice reached his attentive ears. "Ohh, no fun," he murmured, lowering his fluffy head. Then he looked up again, a faint smile on his face. But because she'd shooed him so quickly didn't mean he wouldn't get a chance to fool around. No, play time was only beginning.

Or at least, that's what he told himself to keep his spirits up.

He stood up and sidled over to the base of the feline's wooden perch, gazing up at her through lazy red eyes. "Are you having a rough day, or do you just dislike the attention of strangers?" he asked, head tipped to the side. "Be honest, now. It isn't illegal to be curious after all, is it?" Then he frowned and looked away. "Or do I just give off bad vibes...? Goodness me, I hope not. I'd feel awful." He sighed and hung his head again. He was either at the top of his game, a grand smile on his face and a bright glow in his eyes, or he was mopey and depressed, and there was no in between and no telling when he'd become one or the other.

Aurelien grunted and leaned back sharply, studying Dimitri with dumbfoundedness written all over his face. If Aurelien ever thought he was the one piloting the show, directing the play in the manner he wanted it to proceed, he had been proven wrong by one little phrase. His ears flattened in confusion. "W-what? Nothing?" he asked, shuffling his paws. He let out a groan and stretched his forelegs out until he could rest his chin upon the ground. An aura of defeat set in around him. "Oh, Dimitri," he purred with a chuckle. "You're cruel. I like it."
He stood up again and put on a determined grin. One blow wouldn't knock him out - he was tougher than that.

He loved to be teased like this, it was like a sweet pampering that he didn't have the chance to savour often enough those days. He didn't recognize many a face anymore, so finding someone who would so willingly treat him like this was a prize he never would have hoped to acquire. He studied the canine's exposed belly for a few moments, then flicked his soft tail along it. "Well, if you're not going to do anything, will I have to do something?" he wondered, leaning close. "Or perhaps I should be on my way, then? Hm, whatever should I do..."

Aurelien huffed through his teeth and swung back around to face the other direction. "Busy, are you?" he asked in a dull tone, brows lowered to cast a light of sadness over his features. "Ah, understood. In that case, would it be too much of a hassle to just direct me to the nearest hotel? I'll figure myself out from there," he explained, taking a swaying step forward as if his fellow vampire's rejection had drained nearly all of his energy.

He never really considered that his kind were a relatively aimless species, with no specific goals or objectives they wished to achieve in life. There wasn't much that was worth staking your life upon when said life was endless in length. A lot of the ones he knew enjoyed lazing about, occasionally getting up to feed or play with a new toy they came across. They were a lot like cats in that regard, and if his kin were cats, then he was the most feline of them all. Or so he liked to think.

// oh boy oh boy this is late im so sorry D:

Aurelien's ears flickered at the sound of Gabriel's name and a pleased smile crawled across his maw. "That's a lovely name," he hummed. "Whoever christened you with it has my respects, Gabriel." He couldn't go without testing the new name upon his crafty tongue, and naturally, he made sure to articulate the syllables in a very particular way, keeping his voice low and elongating his vowels. "So, Gabriel. What are you doing around here? Running business? I hope I'm not in your way, darling." He whined a bit at the last phrase and guilt crossed his expression. "Ah, I'd feel so bad."
But to be honest, even if Gabriel had been busy and tried to move along, Aurelien would have followed without question. He wanted something, and he'd get it. He didn't like using force or intruding too harshly to achieve his goals. It wasn't as fun as winning fair and square (well, mostly fair). But he wasn't unfamiliar with the need to be a little forceful, and he wouldn't hesitate if his luck turned for the worse.