At least she could get him to talk to her. It calmed her slightly to have him talking to her, not leaving her alone with her thoughts. She was also glad to hear that he already was heating up more blood, though she shared his concern about her being able to contain herself after she was done with the next bit of blood until she could go hunting. She had no idea when that might be, but he was using the window as a threat so the sun had to still be up. She growled to herself in mild frustration, but perked up as she heard his footsteps come closer again before receeding.
This time when she opened the door, she was met with a cup of blood and despite herself she paused to smile slightly. Like a child wanting hot cocoa right after playing in the snow, her fingers curved around the cup as she held it close. Instead of retreating right away into the bathroom this time, she just sat there in the doorway with her precious mug of warm blood. She eagerly sipped it for a while, and he might be able to see her hand already healing from the sunburn. The combination of talking, getting some blood, and the mug seemed to have calmed her enough that when she now glanced up at Connor -most likely with the gun pointed at her head- though her body still trembled for want of his blood, she had a mug of it to hold and sip from so thoughts of tearing him apart and making him bleed could wait. Another couple sips and she just got up and very slowly -VERY SLOWLY- went and sat in the chair she was occupying before.
Her eyes hadn't left him, and she was still trembling but at least she wasn't looking at him like a predator...no, now she was just looking at him like someone who had a gun pointed at them but understood why that person was being paranoid. "Talk." she said gently, taking another sip. "it helps."
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Im a General Science Major, 23 years old. 24 year old going for a welding certificate at my local community college. I graduated :)
My dreams include making a difference in the world, creating an eden like food forest, and being a mom.
My most official website is: crawkid.wordpress.com
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Ok, here's the thing. I'm tired of scouring the interest checks for just the right partner. So I figured I'm gunna add a little plug in here for all to see!
I am collecting rp buddies because I wanna have myself a craving, and be able to feed said craving (without driving my boyfriend nuts). Its faster to have a group of friends at hand that I can brainstorm with, then edit my interest check and wait....possibly lose my craving and move onto something else.
So here are some things you need to know about me!
Common genres: adventure, modern fantasy, classic fantasy, dark fantasy, soulmate stuffs, romance
Things I don't really like to play: zombie apocolypse, slice of life, canon fandom stuff, pokemon?
Zombie: I just find it...repetitious and without a real goal?
Slice of life: I don't want to roleplay vanilla human lives. I have one of my own, and rp is my escape from that.
Canon fandom: lots of times, I have no idea what Im doing XD
Pokemon: Well...I like pokemon (up to a point) but...I always wonder about the mechanics. I dont want to pay attention to stats, and I dont want to focus on 'catching them all'
I do MxM and MxF. I would do FxF if it was alluring to me, but its not.
Now that that's out of the way, the sticking parts:
I would prefer RPing here in threads, or switching to discord, where I am much more accessable. I dont know if you've seen my profile, but i have a terrible habit of drifting off for long periods.
I will NOT guarantee a post a day, every 2 days, every week, or hell even every month. I will post what I can, and when I can. I'm 25 years old and damn it, I got adulting to do! Sometimes, I don't even do my duty to tell you if I'm going to disappear. Why? because something came up, I'm in a slump that lasts longer than I think it is, or I found something shiny and new and just have my head stuck in the computer. ADHD. ANd ADHD is why I say that my partners here should get ahold of me on discord, i am also crawkid there too.
Days fly by for me.
I need someone who is patient and understanding of this nature of mine, while still looking forward to rping with me. (I do try!)
If you're still here after all that, congrats, you're a rare breed.
I know I said that I will post what I can and when I can...but I do tend to give each post a good amount of thought. Still, if you find that my posts are getting smaller and smaller, don't be afraid to talk to me about it.
Also, I like rp partners who get excited about brainstorming, and who want to try new flavors and pairings. I want YOUR thoughts, and I LOVE it when we're in the middle of an rp and suddenly you decide this side character that was you main's uncle gets bitten by the vampire queen and...I dunno...but its sudden and interesting! AND you can bet I'll want to shove my own sudden and interesting plot twists in there too! (but of course one that'll make sense) This...makes it feel alive, and I love it so so much. :3
I just don't want to be forced to come up with every detail, plan everything out, beg you for ideas, and then have you flake out because its all 'my rp' and you lost interest in it 3 days in. Had it happen. If you're that person, sorry, that's boring. I don't WANT responsibility for everything. If I did, I'd be writing a book, not seeking a cooperative narrative with a stranger that might be on the other side of the planet.
My dreams include making a difference in the world, creating an eden like food forest, and being a mom.
My most official website is: crawkid.wordpress.com
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RP INFO
Ok, here's the thing. I'm tired of scouring the interest checks for just the right partner. So I figured I'm gunna add a little plug in here for all to see!
I am collecting rp buddies because I wanna have myself a craving, and be able to feed said craving (without driving my boyfriend nuts). Its faster to have a group of friends at hand that I can brainstorm with, then edit my interest check and wait....possibly lose my craving and move onto something else.
So here are some things you need to know about me!
Common genres: adventure, modern fantasy, classic fantasy, dark fantasy, soulmate stuffs, romance
Things I don't really like to play: zombie apocolypse, slice of life, canon fandom stuff, pokemon?
Zombie: I just find it...repetitious and without a real goal?
Slice of life: I don't want to roleplay vanilla human lives. I have one of my own, and rp is my escape from that.
Canon fandom: lots of times, I have no idea what Im doing XD
Pokemon: Well...I like pokemon (up to a point) but...I always wonder about the mechanics. I dont want to pay attention to stats, and I dont want to focus on 'catching them all'
I do MxM and MxF. I would do FxF if it was alluring to me, but its not.
Now that that's out of the way, the sticking parts:
I would prefer RPing here in threads, or switching to discord, where I am much more accessable. I dont know if you've seen my profile, but i have a terrible habit of drifting off for long periods.
I will NOT guarantee a post a day, every 2 days, every week, or hell even every month. I will post what I can, and when I can. I'm 25 years old and damn it, I got adulting to do! Sometimes, I don't even do my duty to tell you if I'm going to disappear. Why? because something came up, I'm in a slump that lasts longer than I think it is, or I found something shiny and new and just have my head stuck in the computer. ADHD. ANd ADHD is why I say that my partners here should get ahold of me on discord, i am also crawkid there too.
Days fly by for me.
I need someone who is patient and understanding of this nature of mine, while still looking forward to rping with me. (I do try!)
If you're still here after all that, congrats, you're a rare breed.
I know I said that I will post what I can and when I can...but I do tend to give each post a good amount of thought. Still, if you find that my posts are getting smaller and smaller, don't be afraid to talk to me about it.
Also, I like rp partners who get excited about brainstorming, and who want to try new flavors and pairings. I want YOUR thoughts, and I LOVE it when we're in the middle of an rp and suddenly you decide this side character that was you main's uncle gets bitten by the vampire queen and...I dunno...but its sudden and interesting! AND you can bet I'll want to shove my own sudden and interesting plot twists in there too! (but of course one that'll make sense) This...makes it feel alive, and I love it so so much. :3
I just don't want to be forced to come up with every detail, plan everything out, beg you for ideas, and then have you flake out because its all 'my rp' and you lost interest in it 3 days in. Had it happen. If you're that person, sorry, that's boring. I don't WANT responsibility for everything. If I did, I'd be writing a book, not seeking a cooperative narrative with a stranger that might be on the other side of the planet.
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No, you were only asking if it was too soon to transform/change. That means you were thinking about it, and your previous post reads to lead to her changing.
This has nothing to do with any of my input, because I already answered your question.
If you're really this hung up and clueless how to continue, then I suppose there is no way to do so, because i'm not going to tell you what to post.
im sorry if this sounds harsh, but its the reality of the situation.
This has nothing to do with any of my input, because I already answered your question.
If you're really this hung up and clueless how to continue, then I suppose there is no way to do so, because i'm not going to tell you what to post.
im sorry if this sounds harsh, but its the reality of the situation.
Elizabeth was just as nervous as Connor, probably even more so. It was a long while before she got any response to her tapping and she felt fear that he didn't understand her and was going to react to having no verbal response with his natural hunters' instinct. In the following silence, she was reminded that if anything went wrong between them she was probably going to get a silver bullet faster than she could blink.
She would wind up with her soul going...where ever cursed vampire souls went...and he would just continue on his quest, killing the bad monsters.
Part of her nervousness evaporated though, when he began to speak to her again, meaning that he could understand morse code- meaning she could communicate even while trapped in there. With a small smile of victory, she pressed her ear against the door and focussed on his footsteps. When they sounded far away and stopped, she slowly turned the knob and cracked the door. She wouldn't looked at him, but just quickly grab the bloodpacket and close the door back up. Seeing the red blood and feeling its warm in her hands was a comfort in a way. The comfort didn't last long because she sank her teeth into and through the plastic skin. Her thirst became strong again, and though she tried to drink slowly, she found that the packet didn't last very long and it became painfully clear to her that a pint was just enough to tease her thirst. She needed more, but both her options were the worst of the worst....drink cold blood after nice warm blood...or losing to her needs and getting killed.
She grimaced over these options as she tore the packet open and licked the last of the blood that stubbornly refused to come out. After she was done, she dropped the packet onto the floor and looked at the door. She had to do something...she couldn't stay in there with the bit of his blood teasing her, and him on the other side with a gun waiting for her to inevitably give in to this strange torturous moment of fate..
Feeling the pressure, she again scoots to the door to try to communicate.
Connor...am lost...need more but trapped...it is a bad situation.
Her eyes traveled to the door knob. It would be so easy to close the difference, she found herself thinking and her frustrations rose with the conclusion of those thoughts. She wanted his blood so bad...to viciously tear into him in a most satisfying manner...the images even played infront of her eyes...but she didn't want to hurt him...and she didn't want to give up.
im sorry.
She would wind up with her soul going...where ever cursed vampire souls went...and he would just continue on his quest, killing the bad monsters.
Part of her nervousness evaporated though, when he began to speak to her again, meaning that he could understand morse code- meaning she could communicate even while trapped in there. With a small smile of victory, she pressed her ear against the door and focussed on his footsteps. When they sounded far away and stopped, she slowly turned the knob and cracked the door. She wouldn't looked at him, but just quickly grab the bloodpacket and close the door back up. Seeing the red blood and feeling its warm in her hands was a comfort in a way. The comfort didn't last long because she sank her teeth into and through the plastic skin. Her thirst became strong again, and though she tried to drink slowly, she found that the packet didn't last very long and it became painfully clear to her that a pint was just enough to tease her thirst. She needed more, but both her options were the worst of the worst....drink cold blood after nice warm blood...or losing to her needs and getting killed.
She grimaced over these options as she tore the packet open and licked the last of the blood that stubbornly refused to come out. After she was done, she dropped the packet onto the floor and looked at the door. She had to do something...she couldn't stay in there with the bit of his blood teasing her, and him on the other side with a gun waiting for her to inevitably give in to this strange torturous moment of fate..
Feeling the pressure, she again scoots to the door to try to communicate.
Connor...am lost...need more but trapped...it is a bad situation.
Her eyes traveled to the door knob. It would be so easy to close the difference, she found herself thinking and her frustrations rose with the conclusion of those thoughts. She wanted his blood so bad...to viciously tear into him in a most satisfying manner...the images even played infront of her eyes...but she didn't want to hurt him...and she didn't want to give up.
im sorry.
Blood.Blood.Blood.Blood.Blood.Blood...
She had found the source, and was staring at it as her thirst got worse and brought to her mind endless thoughts of blood that tempted her to taste it and then do more. Tearing her eyes from it and stopping her breath so that she didn't smell it any more...she feabily made her way into the tub as far away from it as possible and squeezed her eyes shut. That didn't stop the raging current of thoughts and memories though, and for the first time in nearly three hundred years, the thirst was getting to her and she felt her own mentaliy start to slip away from her.
But something put the breaks on her seemless slip into her vampiric need. She heard her name, and realized that Connor was talking to her. She slowly came closer to the door, focussing on what it was that he was saying..by the time she could think past the need for blood to actually make anything out, he was apologizing for the blood in the bathroom....and then asked her to answer. She noted the tone of concern in his voice and imagined that his instincts as a hunter were starting to agitate.
and then, she felt sad that she had wanted to rip out his throat only moments earlier...
Please god, not yet...
she found herself thinking, as she stared at the door keeping him safely from her field of vision. She couldn't inhale to answer him, because she was still on edge and the smell might drive her over that edge. She reached up with one finger and made a really long scratch sound to get his attention before tapping out the message, "still here." and hoping to God that he had learned Morse Code at some point in his life.
She had found the source, and was staring at it as her thirst got worse and brought to her mind endless thoughts of blood that tempted her to taste it and then do more. Tearing her eyes from it and stopping her breath so that she didn't smell it any more...she feabily made her way into the tub as far away from it as possible and squeezed her eyes shut. That didn't stop the raging current of thoughts and memories though, and for the first time in nearly three hundred years, the thirst was getting to her and she felt her own mentaliy start to slip away from her.
But something put the breaks on her seemless slip into her vampiric need. She heard her name, and realized that Connor was talking to her. She slowly came closer to the door, focussing on what it was that he was saying..by the time she could think past the need for blood to actually make anything out, he was apologizing for the blood in the bathroom....and then asked her to answer. She noted the tone of concern in his voice and imagined that his instincts as a hunter were starting to agitate.
and then, she felt sad that she had wanted to rip out his throat only moments earlier...
Please god, not yet...
she found herself thinking, as she stared at the door keeping him safely from her field of vision. She couldn't inhale to answer him, because she was still on edge and the smell might drive her over that edge. She reached up with one finger and made a really long scratch sound to get his attention before tapping out the message, "still here." and hoping to God that he had learned Morse Code at some point in his life.
She had to have been exhausted. She didn't stir at the commotion that he created by jumping in front of the light...nor did she wake when he exposed his blood to the air - though she was breathing and so was able to smell it. It did effect her,however, by giving her dreams of blood which poked and prodded at her instinctual hunger.
By the time she had awoken the blood packet would have had many hours to be gently heated by the sun- though the sun was still there.
She sat in there chair, hungry, but feeling like something was off. Not catching it right away, she went about her business but did so quietly, since she had seen the sleeping form in his ebd and had no idea how long h had been there. She looked at the pizza box and was satisfied that he had eaten. maybe he wouldn't be upset at her for snapping a bit at him earlier. Carefully checking outside, the light told her that it was too early to be active...it also told her that there was a blood packet on the window seal. She stared it it for a while. It would be such a nice breakfast, instead of the nasty cold blood she had expected to wake up to.
Forgetting that her pills had worn off, she reached for it, only to withdraw it so fast that it became a blur and hissing loudly. at it. Her hand would be a pretty dark red, even after that one second of exposure.
wether or not the loud hiss woke up Connor, who's probably had his share of sleep at that point, she sped off to the bathroom, wanting to be in a room away from the sun.
Since she was as hungry at she was, and keyed into the pleasures of blood that she knew she figured out what was bugging her pretty quickly. There was a faint trace of somewhat stale blood in the air. Her mind buzzed and then stopped as the thought hit her - there was blood in there.
By the time she had awoken the blood packet would have had many hours to be gently heated by the sun- though the sun was still there.
She sat in there chair, hungry, but feeling like something was off. Not catching it right away, she went about her business but did so quietly, since she had seen the sleeping form in his ebd and had no idea how long h had been there. She looked at the pizza box and was satisfied that he had eaten. maybe he wouldn't be upset at her for snapping a bit at him earlier. Carefully checking outside, the light told her that it was too early to be active...it also told her that there was a blood packet on the window seal. She stared it it for a while. It would be such a nice breakfast, instead of the nasty cold blood she had expected to wake up to.
Forgetting that her pills had worn off, she reached for it, only to withdraw it so fast that it became a blur and hissing loudly. at it. Her hand would be a pretty dark red, even after that one second of exposure.
wether or not the loud hiss woke up Connor, who's probably had his share of sleep at that point, she sped off to the bathroom, wanting to be in a room away from the sun.
Since she was as hungry at she was, and keyed into the pleasures of blood that she knew she figured out what was bugging her pretty quickly. There was a faint trace of somewhat stale blood in the air. Her mind buzzed and then stopped as the thought hit her - there was blood in there.
She wouldn't be sure how long it would take him to get back, especially since the time he said it would take probably ran out a while ago.
Whenever he got back, it was apparent that she had fussed about. His bed was made and the one corner was folded so that he could slip right in and go to sleep. Her things were nestled together in a safe and out of the way spot. There was a small, still slightly warm pizza on the nightstand next to his bed with a sticky note telling him to consume the nutrition before bed. It appeared to be a normal cheese pizza with store bought packages of pepperoni, sausage, pineapple, and extra marinara sauce. The cooler was half hidden, and if he had the energy or care to notice - the ice was changed. There was a wad of cash and some change on the counter too, next to a brand new laptop and a bottle of her pills.
Everything would be fine and safe and comforting.. Except maybe a few things...
Her bed was untouched, she was sleeping sitting in a chair looking towards the door and there was a tiny spot of light about two feet from her - sun let in through the curtains that seemed to have been moved/disturbed somehow.She of course, is unaware of it.
Whenever he got back, it was apparent that she had fussed about. His bed was made and the one corner was folded so that he could slip right in and go to sleep. Her things were nestled together in a safe and out of the way spot. There was a small, still slightly warm pizza on the nightstand next to his bed with a sticky note telling him to consume the nutrition before bed. It appeared to be a normal cheese pizza with store bought packages of pepperoni, sausage, pineapple, and extra marinara sauce. The cooler was half hidden, and if he had the energy or care to notice - the ice was changed. There was a wad of cash and some change on the counter too, next to a brand new laptop and a bottle of her pills.
Everything would be fine and safe and comforting.. Except maybe a few things...
Her bed was untouched, she was sleeping sitting in a chair looking towards the door and there was a tiny spot of light about two feet from her - sun let in through the curtains that seemed to have been moved/disturbed somehow.She of course, is unaware of it.
She wasn't sure if she believed him about doing well, considering he was had appeared annoyed a moment earlier. But she shrugged it off and obediently got into the car when he did. She was aware that the sun wouldn't wait for them to be safe before coming up.
When they arrived, however, she felt he took it a bit far with his protectiveness considering her had pills and he was obviously exhausted. He pulled her bottle of pills and shook it a bit to get his attention, "or perhaps you should sleep now, and I will go deal with the body. "
When they arrived, however, she felt he took it a bit far with his protectiveness considering her had pills and he was obviously exhausted. He pulled her bottle of pills and shook it a bit to get his attention, "or perhaps you should sleep now, and I will go deal with the body. "
Elizabeth was slightly annoyed as Connor tried to intervene and finish it off. However she couldn't really blame him, she had no idea when they'd get to town, and her pill from yesterday should be wearing off.
Of course, the werewolf pushed away to get at the infinitely weaker human, but she grabbed its leg and whipped it back towards her, pulling it into a submission hold and biting it in such a way that she had it's wind pipe in her mouth. After a bit of struggling on the wolf's part, it eventually slipped into its death. Getting up with an annoyed sigh, Elizabeth looked to where the sun would come up. "So much to do...so little time to do it in..."
Of course, the werewolf pushed away to get at the infinitely weaker human, but she grabbed its leg and whipped it back towards her, pulling it into a submission hold and biting it in such a way that she had it's wind pipe in her mouth. After a bit of struggling on the wolf's part, it eventually slipped into its death. Getting up with an annoyed sigh, Elizabeth looked to where the sun would come up. "So much to do...so little time to do it in..."
At the word 'go' she was off at a running speed, more like jogging for her but who's keeping track?,
Soon though she was caught up with the werewolf and tried to knock them off balance. it didn't work because the werewolf was pretty fast at reacting. It tried to bite her, and she punched it in the face. That slowed it down a bit.
But when she tried to go into fro a tackle, it swiped at her, she dodged and went in for her own strike. it dodged. For a while, they stoof in the middle of the long stretch of highway attacking and dodging. Then the werewolf was off again, but this time in connor's direction. Elizabeth managed to grab it's tail and it sped right around to attack her yet again. She jumped away to lure it way from connor but then ran at it. They played chicken, the werewolf lost, and they got into a hissing,growling,mass of supernatural in a wrestling match.
(woo didn't know how much you wanted me to control the werewolf :3)
Soon though she was caught up with the werewolf and tried to knock them off balance. it didn't work because the werewolf was pretty fast at reacting. It tried to bite her, and she punched it in the face. That slowed it down a bit.
But when she tried to go into fro a tackle, it swiped at her, she dodged and went in for her own strike. it dodged. For a while, they stoof in the middle of the long stretch of highway attacking and dodging. Then the werewolf was off again, but this time in connor's direction. Elizabeth managed to grab it's tail and it sped right around to attack her yet again. She jumped away to lure it way from connor but then ran at it. They played chicken, the werewolf lost, and they got into a hissing,growling,mass of supernatural in a wrestling match.
(woo didn't know how much you wanted me to control the werewolf :3)
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