Raziel99
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 15, 2009
The village he was in was dark, the only light coming down to brighten a path was the lonely moon, shining through a veil of cloud cover. There were very few people going around, either walking alone along the houses or making beelines to your own quarters. Despite the nighttime haste, nobody was in fear. The Priest's ramblings about demons and Vampires were falling upon deaf ears. Nobody thought that such.... abominations... could be real...
But Alexander knew better. He was slowly walking down the center of the dirt 'road,' eyes wary as he looked out for something that would be good prey for him. He wanted a easy meal, something that wouldn't put up too much of a struggle... maybe someone that he could make scream in delight. But the last thoughts he shook from his head. Food first, pleasure later. There was so many choices for him to take his pick from, and he held back from licking his lips. One caught his interest, someone nearby.
It was obvious that he was not from the town, maybe even lost. He wore a dark cloak that covered the back of his body, but was open in the front. Under the cloak was a pair of black pants that fit his form almost perfectly, and a loose white shirt, showing a hint of the power of his body underneath. His hair was shoulder length, tied back at the nape of his neck, a shade of brown that looked moon bleached but darkened from the absence of light. His face was sharp, with it's own soft curves but angular, showing strength even as it hinted at softness.
He looked vulnerable, slowly walking through the town, but he knew better than that.His strength was unmatched; no human could beat him in a battle of brawn. Or brains. He was older than anyone around, even though he looked to only be around the age of 20.
Such were the perks of being a vampire.
But Alexander knew better. He was slowly walking down the center of the dirt 'road,' eyes wary as he looked out for something that would be good prey for him. He wanted a easy meal, something that wouldn't put up too much of a struggle... maybe someone that he could make scream in delight. But the last thoughts he shook from his head. Food first, pleasure later. There was so many choices for him to take his pick from, and he held back from licking his lips. One caught his interest, someone nearby.
It was obvious that he was not from the town, maybe even lost. He wore a dark cloak that covered the back of his body, but was open in the front. Under the cloak was a pair of black pants that fit his form almost perfectly, and a loose white shirt, showing a hint of the power of his body underneath. His hair was shoulder length, tied back at the nape of his neck, a shade of brown that looked moon bleached but darkened from the absence of light. His face was sharp, with it's own soft curves but angular, showing strength even as it hinted at softness.
He looked vulnerable, slowly walking through the town, but he knew better than that.His strength was unmatched; no human could beat him in a battle of brawn. Or brains. He was older than anyone around, even though he looked to only be around the age of 20.
Such were the perks of being a vampire.