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Post by WINTER AVALON MORTE on Mar 5, 2010 7:30:18 GMT -5
Ugh. This place sickened her, with its bright, happy atmosphere. Everything glowed and seemed to sing. She certainly did not want to be here, she didn’t even fit in with her tattered black gothic dress which she had torn and rearranged to allow her to hunt properly. Though she would never get rid of the dress just to camouflage herself better in this environment. Oh no. This dress was perfect for adding to the thrill of the hunt. She could smell the sweat beads dripping off her prey in fear when the wispy black dress dashed around them, just too quick to see. And the sound of their heart pounding when the silk cut through the air with a menacing sound of its own. She certainly got a lot of startled glances from the fairies and other creatures alike inhabiting the ‘good’ part of the forest. Winter would have loved nothing more than to claw the fairies out of the air or shatter every bone in the wandering humans’ body that she crossed. But instead she kept a firm, icy glare on the trail in front of her, very out of character for her. Winter was known for being merciless by those who had lived to tell the tale after meeting her. If it annoyed her, she killed it. And everything annoyed her.
The reason she resisted from this mighty temptation was in fact the result of her merciless nature. In the swamp lands, vampire playground, she had come across a young female vamp who slightly reminded her of one of the humans her old coven leader had basically cheated on her with. And so, without a slight hesitation, she pounced and decided this female needed to die. The girl was feeding on a deer and did not notice Winter soundlessly leaping from stone to stone towards her. The girl was definitely startled when Winter landed on her and drove her face down into the ground. And Winter didn’t notice the girls’ much older mate charge at her until she felt her body connect with a giant stone. She had only just managed to escape with her life which was what had brought her here. Though vampires were very tough and healed quickly, when they are injured near the point of death, that whole system temporarily shuts down. Unicorn blood had the power to make humans immortal, and thus healed a vampire back to perfect health. And Winter only had just enough strength to hunt one. As long as she caught it by surprise, a chase would exhaust her to death.
She had to go deep into the forest, were humans don’t wander and idiotic fairies don’t pester. The vegetation was very thick, were she in perfect health she would have breezed through it as though she phased through the branches. But she really needed to conserve every morsel of strength she had left and crept low under the thick foliage. Though her body was dull, her senses were still sharp, and the unmistakable equine scent suffocated her nostrils although the beast was still a distance away. Winter followed the scent silently until she was close enough to stop her breath and track the sound of chewing grass. The unicorn glowed like a star, casting a silver haze over the small surrounding clearing. Winter tensed every muscle and stood dead still as she examined the unicorn and prepared her attack. It was a young female; she looked as though she’d just reached maturity. Winter allowed air to rush into her nostrils again to pick up more about the unicorn. The familiar scent was mixed something else, something strange, yet she’d smelt it before. And after a short flip through her mental files, her eyes widened in an almost fear as she realised the scent. This female was on heat. That meant fully grown, powerful males could be galloping to this spot right now.
It had to be now or never. If she hesitated, she would be caught by the males and attacked. And it could take days to find another vulnerable unicorn. Days she did not have. Winter wasted no more time, leaping from her branch at the mare and clamping her strong fangs around the font of her throat, blocking off her airway. She dug her claws deep into the mare’s perfect white flesh to hold on. These things didn’t go down quietly. Hunting Unicorns was always dangerous, and with the imposing threat of numerous hormonal males charging towards this point, well it was just suicide. The damned mare certainly let everyone know what was going on, emitting a gargled scream and staggering around the clearing until Winter had suffocated her prey. Once the quiet had set in, Winter strained her ears, and sure enough, the thunder of hooves sounded distantly. She drank quickly, taking in the pale silver liquid in gulps, creating quite a mess. Not that it worried her. It was normal vampire form to carry the prey into a tree or cave to feed, Winter felt so vulnerable right then. And she hated it. She wasn’t full, but she had taken in enough to heal her, and with that she stood up and bolted. She wasn’t sticking around to find out what a few horny Unicorns thought about having their chances of getting laid slain.
This wasn’t right. On the previous occasions Winter had had to drink Unicorn blood, she was able to take her prey to a safe spot and feed slowly. The blood was known for heightening the senses when consumed slowly and properly. But she had gulped it down and now her senses were being absolutely overpowered. Her vision was blurry and dizzy. Everything sounded dull and far away. Her nostrils stung with intense scents and her whole body was far too unsteady. It didn’t take long for it to completely consume her, throwing her to the ground at a great speed. She looked around at what she could before her vision went black. She was too far away from the male Unicorns to be worried about them, and still too far from the humans and fairies to be bothered. Though being unconscious in a forest was very dangerous, almost certain death. Now she was just easy pickings for anything. Winter let a blood-curding snarl loose from her throat before everything just went completely black. |
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Post by MOMMA FORTUNA on Mar 11, 2010 15:46:33 GMT -5
HOLD ONTO CHANCE
lest we bleed ourselves, save for the pets
THEY'RE THE LONELIEST
----------------------------------------------------------- Many hay have wandered what such an old woman was going wandering the forest on the back of a steady stallion. Many also may have suggested she looked far too old to be out by herself so late. Or simply out alone in general. That is until they got her name and were close enough to see the haggard face that was hidden away by layers of draped materials. Almost immediately upon seeing her appearance people knew she was a witch. Witches always seemed to be a associated with old, ugly faces and wrinkled bodies. Momma did happen to fit that stereotype very well. Some had told her a few times that she looked like she should have been six feet under by now. Foolish humans, she would only chuckle at them knowing very well that she could snatch away their youth in an instant if they dared to continue insulting her. She was patient and could grin at herself no matter the hideous face she was cursed to bare for the rest of her life. She had something beside beauty and that was fame and fortunes and adventure beyond any stupid humans’ wildest dreams. She was one of the few magic users to successfully summon up the dark spirits of demons and tame them to work for her. In fact, she had two demons under her belt. Two demons that worked for her and were subjected to fulfill her every whim. She didn’t even have to waste her time with her enemies… simply have a demon follow them and make sure that they never came back to the carnival again unless it was in chains or behind bars. Better yet, sometimes she would just have them killed. Nobody would ever have to know about it either.
The old witch rode quietly and calmly through the forest. Her dark brown stallion’s ears flickering around to take in the sounds but always keeping a careful gait while Momma rode on his back. Even the horse wasn’t foolish enough to try anything with her riding on him. When he did stop, however, and toss his head around while giving a few wild snorts, Momma accepted it and grinned widely because of her horse’s find. She too had heard the unicorns cry off in the distance. But unlike her trusty steed, she wanted to go over toward it rather than flee the forest because of whatever danger had been harassing the beast. Either way she was going to get the attacker or the victim out of this. She may not bring it back home with her but she would be able to see it and perhaps cast a spell to keep it rooted to this forest so one day it could be captured by her.
She kicked her heels into the horse’s sides and he bolted off in the direction. They rode hard and the witch could hardly contain the excitement that she felt boiling up inside of her. She kept herself from cackling but could not keep the wild smile off of her face. Hideous, rotting teeth showed as the chapped and hardly visible lips disappeared behind wrinkled flesh.
Finally the horse and rider stopped at the scene coming to a rushed halt. Momma held the reins back close to her chest as her crooked back straightened to show a stronger posture. She lightly tapped her animal’s sides and he stepped forward carefully around the vampire and unicorn laying on the ground. All the while Momma shook her head, grinning like a madwoman at the site before her. The unicorn was freshly killed but she could see that the vampire was very alive. It had consumed the unicorn’s blood. Possibly too much too soon if she was laying there on the ground. The enchanting blood must have overpowered her system. Of course, for Momma Fortuna, that was an amazing stroke of luck. At first she had assumed that she would have to have put up more of a fight. It seemed that fighting would not be the case tonight. A wee bit of magic would keep the vampire down, she was sure. And then she could take some remains of the majestic unicorn herself. It was a wonderful stroke of luck!
The witch dropped from the saddle, rubbing her horse’s nose before she stepped over the vampire and speedily rubbed her own hands together. “Oh, silly thing you are, my vampire friend. Silly thing you are,” she murmured to herself while she raised up her hands, mumbling foreign words that were hardly even audible. A light blue formed around her hands and soon slithered out toward the vampire, wrapping around her body. Hopefully it would keep her down, if not, she would let her go and find her again another day. No worries and no doubts.
Next she moved over toward the body of the unicorn. She kneeled down and ran her long, broken nails over its soft coat. Soon her hands arrived at the wound and fresh blood fell onto her hands. She grinned, bringing her fingers to her mouth and licking a bit off. Immortality rested in the blood of a unicorn. It was hers. She selected a vile from her many drapes of clothing and placed it beneath the unicorns neck while squeezing her neck lightly so the blood could drip into the vile. “Next your horn, lovely…”
----------------------------------------------------------- tagged: winter avalon morte
song: jars by chevelle
words: eight hundred ninety-nine
notes: i finally replied with momma =P
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Post by WINTER AVALON MORTE on Mar 30, 2010 23:51:19 GMT -5
Winter wasn’t too fond of sleeping. Even in the daylight hours where she simply couldn’t be active, she would be awake, glaring out from the inky darkness of her cave. Vampires traditionally sleep through the sunlight hours, though they don’t really need to. They do it of boredom really. Winter didn’t sleep much, mostly in Summer, because she absolutely loathed the feeling of being vulnerable and caught off her guard. She was always the taught string of a bow, ready to attack without hesitation. After the bulk grogginess of the unicorn blood wore off, her mind kicked in, pissed off like a provoked animal that she had let herself be so careless. Had she the strength to carry the unicorn carcass to safety, she would have. By now scavengers would be lurking or possibly already arrived and she was in real danger. Vampires weren’t really a delicacy for any species, their meat would be terribly tough and void of blood. If a creature was hungry enough they would go for her, however there was a succulent fresh unicorn next to her which was by far the better option. Vampires weren’t too well liked by any other species though, she could be killed simply just to eliminate her threat.
“..wake up, you moronic creature! Wake up!..”
Her eyes shot open after the push from her mind. Her vision took a few seconds to clear, but her ears were more than ready and she had expected, she was not alone. At first she saw the four long legs of some equine creature and those male unicorns snapped back into mind. Her muscles sprang into action to get her sure footed on the ground, but there was some sort of binding around her. Unicorns couldn’t do that last time she checked. Winter looked up at the horse again, which was staring down wide-eyed at her, giving out nervous vocals. Safe. It wasn’t a unicorn. But that horse couldn’t have done this either. Winter twisted her head back in the direction of laboured breath and shuffling feet. The horrid looking creature was hunched over Winter’s kill, extracting and stealing the vampires’ hard work. A low growl rumbled in Winter’s throat. A witch. Of course. She hoped the hag wasn’t in the mood for any vampire experimentation this evening.
Winter thrashed around as much as her restrictions allowed her to see if the bindings had any slack she could slip through. The horse beside her reared in fright and tried to bolt away from its master, though it seemed to be restrained in almost the same way as Winter. That certainly got the witch’s attention, who before seemed to engrossed in her task of reaping the goods from Winter’s prey to notice the girl waking up. The face of the hag was even more nightmarish than her back, and the way her face crinkled into a satanic smile made her want to recoil back into safety. Right now she just felt so…vulnerable.
The anxious vampire tried thrashing around again and biting at the enchanted binds with her diamond sharp fangs, all to no prevail. The witch was coming closer and there was no possible escape. Time for reasoning. If that didn’t work she had a very convincing ‘puppy dog face’ that was quite effective on most occasions like this. Most occasions? Hah, Winter was never backed up into a corner like this! She was safe, and cautious and never caught off her guard. Her brain was just flipping through all the options she could take for escaping this. Attack was out of the question. Even if she was freed, attacking the witch didn’t seem like a good idea. She had to appear as vulnerable as she felt to the creature and hope for sympathy. Showing what she was feeling on the inside, now that was a first for her.
She looked up to meet the witch’s gaze and took a few seconds to soften her glare into an expression of fake sorrow and fear. That only seemed to turn her expression into wide-eyed glare. Okay, so she wasn’t any good at this. ”Free me, I am not a threat to you. I will leave hastily and peacefully,” she hissed as the stallion pawed the ground dangerously close to her arm in fear. Winter snapped her head around to face the beast and gave it a blood curdling snarl that caused the horse to whinny at her and trot as far away from the vampire as possible. She turned her gaze back to the observant witch. ”Just let me go, you have all you need,” she pleaded begrudgingly, turning her attention to the slain unicorn behind the hag.
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