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Haste's New Hobby... (A Gilt Clochard & Dakol)

Lord Dakol

Lord Dakol

Supernova
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Jun 28, 2009
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California
Haste stared at the grounds of his city, the stone buildings risen around him even before he was naturally selected to become the Overlord of the Vampires. At the moment, it was not in use; his people were still roaming the Outlands for food. His crimson hair blew in the wind as he looked at the sky. It was a damn shame; ever since he could remember, there had been no light in the sky like the writings said. No sun... but then again, he couldn't be killed by it, either.

Tattoos were variously placed along his body; a bat on his right shoulder, and tribal down his left forearm to his wrist. He was waiting now for his lieutenant, who was for some reason late this evening. Haste would usually send people to look for her, but he waited just a moment longer.
 
As Orsche scrabbled up the stairs, late for her meeting with Haste, she found her heart beating faster than was strictly necessary. It wasn't the strain of going up the stairs-- in fact, she could race twice the length of the flight and not break a sweat-- but rather the fact that she was drawing nearer to Haste.

She reached the door to the balcony and stopped a moment. She smoothed back her auburn hair, tightening the severe style, before entering and bowing, bending her lithe form deeply before him, "My apologies, Sir. I was detained with the other officers.

"How may I be of assistance, Lord Haste?"
 
Haste glanced at Orsche and smirked. He nodded to her and looked back out over the city. "The Demons have been moving more quickly; tomorrow, I want us to patrol the Outlands for any units left behind," he replied, looking at her. Her bloodflow was still quickly racing through her veins. "You're nervous; don't be. Control your Blood and freeze it," he ordered. He knew what he was talking about, as he was a Master at control any and all and all types of Blood. All Vampires could, but only a select few could use Blood for anything...
 
"Of course, Sir," she replied, sighing and getting control of herself. If she had thought about it, she would have stilled herself before entering, so she chastised herself for not paying more attention before entering.

"How closely have the demons been seen?" she asked, "I know we haven't seen many these past few weeks, but we did lose two scouts recently, and have yet to see any sign of them."

She walked up beside him, looking over the still and silent city. If she hadn't been in control, her heart would have skipped a beat to be so near.
 
Haste shook his head, "No; not all. They've been hiding somewhere," he muttered in anger, exhaling as his fangs suddenly extended downwards to his bottom teeth. "I haven't had food all day..." he growled.
 
She got a little nervous at his obvious need for food. No vampire was more frightful than when he was hungry. As Overlord, he had greater strength than others, but that didn't mean that he could do without.

"You are busy, sir," she said, "Have you strength enough to hunt? I'm sure I can fetch you something, should you need...?"
 
Haste shook his head, licking his pure white fangs. "No, I need to do this myself. I haven't eaten at all for the last day and a half, and I can't remember when I went hunting..." he growled, his voice getting deeper and much more primal. His eyes turned into slits and went completely blood red.
 
Lieutenant Orsche stepped away from him slowly. It was not out of fear, however, but because in a state such as this, she knew almost anything could happen. Though she was one, she knew that there were few things more dangerous than a vampire on the hunt.

"I can take care of things here until you return," she said, "Know, however, that there are a handful of delegates downstairs, and some other responsibilities. Try to return as quickly as you may."

She bowed to him again, clicking her heels sharply.
 
She was more than cautious; he stepped onto the balcony and looked at her with a hint of bloodlust before he jumped off the balcony and free-fell down until he landed safely on the streets. He frankly didn't care what he fed on; he just needed to feed...
 
Orsche looked over the edge of the balcony after him, allowing herself to feel the briefest flutter of her heart. He still did that to her...

She had seen him first as a private in the forces in a parade for his honor. He couldn't possibly have seen her in that crowd of militia, but she certainly saw him. At first, as she began to work harder, become stronger, to move up the ranks, she told herself it was so that she could work beside their brilliant leader. Their Overlord. And that it was a feeling of respect that pushed her to succeed. But as she drew higher in rank, growing slowly closer to him, seeing more of him, she realized it was more than that which drew her onward... much more.

But she never said a word to him about it. Never broached the subject of her care for him. And so he couldn't know, and she locked it away in her heart.

She sighed as she watched him go. She took a moment on the balcony to straighten and collect herself before heading back down the stairs to handle Haste's responsibilities.
 
Haste darted towards the city walls, instantly vanishing from sight and appearing outside the small forest near the walls. He sniffed the air, and quickly smelled a particular type of animal... due to his day and a half hunger, he didn't wait to find out exactly what animal it was...

He lunged at the large figure and slammed it into the ground. He swung his head downwards and sunk his long fangs into the animal's neck. The large animal thrashed around away from its predator, but to no avail. Haste drank the Blood hungrily, excess of it splashing on his face. Soon enough, he slipped his fangs out and cleaned his fangs of the valuable liquid. It wasn't until he noticed that the animal was the one thing he was allergic to: bear. He gasped in shock, and tried to flee back to the city, but it was too late. The Blood began to take effect, and he let out an ear-shattering roar.
 
As Orsche entered the room of delegates to inform them that the Lord would be late that evening, she felt a chill, the hairs on the back of her neck rising. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she felt that something wasn't quite right.

She delivered her brief message then turned to go. She felt that she needed to find Haste as quickly as possible.
 
Haste growled in pain as the Blood made his body boil hotly. "ARGH!" he yelled in pain. Suddenly, his crimson hair darkened in and lengthened, making it black and fall to his shoulders. Crimson wings sprouted from his shoulders, Blood trickling down the back. A red tail grew behind, and it was clear what he was: a Blood Feral.

"DEMON!"
 
The urgent feeling she had suddenly grew tenfold. Now, she felt nearly panicked as she focused all her energy on finding their overlord. She followed her gut instincts, the small near-premonitions she felt, drawing her ever closer.

She controlled her pulse, but if she hadn't, it would have been racing. Her self-control was likely the only thing from throwing her in to full-fledged panic. She needed to find him, now.
 
His Feral form bounded towards the Black Mountains, an enormous rock formation that housed almost the entire population of Black Demons. His senses told him that Kuro Neele would be there, and if not, he would slaughter several normal Demons before his rage wore off.
 
Orshce could almost hear the Overlord in her head, and felt the wrongness of his form. They were nowhere near, but she felt him, and knew: he was not himself.

She knew she couldn't reach him in her current form, and, drawing on her will and form, altering it, and underwent a transformation. She became smaller, lighter, her form shifting to develop great black wings. She lighted, going towards the drawing feeling of Haste. Flying as she was, she quickly reached his location. She dropped to the ground, shifting back to her true form.

She darted behind a tree, watching, wide-eyed, as her Feral Overlord stalked through the night. She knew better than to confront him like this, and she would have felt a rush of panic if she had lost control. She followed him carefully, so as not to alert him of her presence.
 
Haste slowed down to a trot, sniffing the air for Demon Blood. Since he was so absorbed into finding one, he hadn't noticed Orsche's presence behind him. His wings fluttered gently as he waited. For something. It wasn't clear what he was waiting for, but it must have been something important.
 
Orsche waited with baited breath, watching for something to happen.

---

Haste did not have to wait long. The wind changed slightly, carrying the sickly scent he sought. A moment later there was a small hush of something among the trees and shrubs of the forest. it wasn't far, but it was getting nearer.
 
Suddenly, five Demons landed neatly around Haste, and he could hear their chuckling and laughter. He cracked his neck and stretched his wings as the look of blood lust was still in his eyes. It looked like the Demons had no idea who they were dealing with...

Without any speaking, however, the Demons charged all at once, blades appearing from the ether and slashing at Haste. The vampire just stood there, taking the hits; but something weird was happening...
 
Seeing the demons fly in out of nowhere, Orsche nearly came out of hiding. She held her pulse, and her breath, to ensure they didn't notice her. She was fairly certain that in his state, Haste would be able to defend himself-- he was powerful enough as it was-- and she held back.

Her eyes grew wide as they attacked; she waited for Haste to defend himself, to do anything. But he simply stood there, absorbing blows left and right. Was he trying to kill himself?! Orsche was on the verge of charging out in his defense when she noticed...
 
The aura surrounding him grew larger with each strike from the Demons, the Blood trailing down his skin seeming to enjoy being free from the flesh prison. After a minute, as the Demons howled in joy and didn't noticed his strength augmentation, they gurgled up Blood. Dark red spikes protruded from their backs, and it was clear that Haste had hardened his Blood and used it as a weapon.
 
Orsche jolted as she watched Haste use his own blood as a weapon, holding back her breath so she didn't audibly gasp. She knew that such magics existed, yes, but it wasn't every day that one saw it used. Such power was terrifying.

She watched as the bodies fell about him, collapsing in pools of their own blood. She stepped out tentatively, with her arms outspread in a peaceful gesture, "M-my Lord Haste?"
 
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