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Cold-Blooded [Moving to a New Thread]

Pimped out my CS as well. Added some embellishments in some places, but nothing major.

Cold-Blooded [Moving to a New Thread]

Béatrix stepped towards Klaus, her eyes locked on him, but not in a predatory way. Ali had once told her about Mira’s sire, that being said, she knew that his allegiance to the Kingstons was a bit... fluid in nature. He was very old, and most likely did his fair share of killing, he had a dark side. And the Blackmoores, well, it’s no secret that they liked to play in the dark. Trixy brushed passed Alistair when he attempted to move in front of her. When would he learn, Béatrix De La Croix needs the protection of no man. Not anymore. Her feet brought her just inches from Klaus. His face was handsome and angular, and his eyes reflected an ancient soul deep enough to echo sounds. Béatrix’ face showed a softness that was in stark contrast to the blood drying on her forehead as she touched Klaus’ cheek with her hand in admiration. Leave it to Trixy to flip the switch from manic insanity to this behavior in mere seconds. “You have an old soul,” she began in a quiet tone. “Surely you met many of the ancient vampires.” The statement was embellished with a trace of hope.

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Béatrix smiled when the rogue girl feigned bravery in the face of death. Adelisa claimed she wouldn’t run, but she did just that in the end. Trixy tightened her muscles, prepping for a good chase as she took in a raspy breath. She felt her muscles literally recoil, much like a tape measure snapping back, when Alistair spoke up. “Béatrix. Watch yourself. We’re still not alone,” His harshness tethered her back in this world, allowing her to push her manic urges aside for the moment. How foolish of her, to get so caught up in one stupid girl that she couldn’t keep her surroundings monitored. Trixy reached out with the tendrils of her mind, seeking out the thoughts of those around her. The newborn rogues that were retreating were easy to detect, as their minds were still so very close to human. Trixy could also easily read her family members, as proximity to a person helped with Trixy’s ability. But there was someone else, the one Alistair detected. Trixy pressed her eyes closed as she concentrated and pushed her mind out into the shadows by the docks. There was a dark presence there, blocked by power and age that Béatrix hadn’t seen the likeness of in years. She opened her eyes and looked to her leader, a dark foreboding swirled in them. “He’s ancient.” She said in a breathy whisper. Maybe it was meant to be a warning to her family, but truth be told, Trixy was quite intrigued by his presence. Maybe he was old enough to know Francis. Her heart lifted in a flutter before crashing to her feet and through the docks she stood upon. Maybe he knew Francis. Knew…

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I enjoyed most of the games, although I was always watching other people play because they are just as entertaining cinematic-ally speaking. But the movie is hands down my favorite movie out there. I haven't yet read this book you are referring to, perhaps that's for the better?

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OhMyGOSH, Rusalka! I'm the hugest Silent Hill fan. What a great song choice, too. <3

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Lady Mohowauuck bowed her head to Lord Bedivere, pleased that he was the first to acknowledge her presence. She would remember his kindness when it came time for battle, perhaps he deserved to lose less blood than the others. "It would be my pleasure to appraise this hatchet of yours, I do believe it is well within my cultural territory to ascertain. But first, of course, we must kiss the Earth with the blood of our foes, no?" she asked with a smile and gestured to Hunter. "This ward you speak of is my youngest child, Hunter. It's come time to push this little bird out of nest and see how it chooses to fly." Of course, child meant progeny when Mo spoke it. She was careful not to assign a gendered pronoun to Hunter, as Hunter was two-spirited -- something revered in Native American culture. It was one of the many reasons that Mo's heart was softened to the human, leading her to become a sire yet again, despite her hatred for humanity. Finally, the person whom Lady Mohowauuck assumed was Magnus spoke up, although he was too rude to offer a name. She already liked him less than the Lord who spoke of knowing her from the French and Indian war. Truth be told, Mo's life was so long that she could hardly remember every face that she'd come to meet. "Lady Mohawk tends to be easier for the tongues of pale-faces such as yourself." she said haughtily, "But if that is too complex for you, you may call me Mo." Pleased with herself, Lady Mohowauuck took a seat at the table and grinned at the idea of the slaughter that Magnus had mentioned. "What shall be our first move in battle?" she asked, always one to cut to the chase and bathe in the blood.

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“Adelissssaaaa” Béatrix hissed the name, giving it a bit of her signature French flourish. The rogue vampire’s blood coursed through her veins, coloring her thoughts and vision with things best left… well, up to your imagination. Madness. That’s what drinking vampire blood did to most vampires. It could make you feel higher than the tallest mountain and lower than the deepest trench, all at the same time. Emotions were heightened, feelings intensified. I guess it could be what humans would describe as an adrenaline rush, but it completely surpassed that in every way. Adelisa’s words grated on Trixy’s patience, the nerve of this one. small. girl. Madness. That was the only thing evident in Trixy’s eyes as they bore into Adelisa. With Alistair’s approval, there was nothing holding her back. Come to think of it, could anything ever really hold her back? Béatrix used her special ability to push into Adelisa’s mind, fishing for things like her age, her strength. Young, oh so young. Naïve as well. In moments, Trixy was upon the girl, shoving her against the wooden siding of the shore’s snack hut. Her thumb pressed into Adelisa’s right cheek as she gripped her throat with the rest of her fingers. “I know what’s out there girl. I know more of horror than you could ever imagine. Hell, oftentimes I am the horror. And I have spent more years fighting for myself than you have yet to grace this world with.” Trixy took in a steady breath, trying to reign in her emotions. Loneliness, all those years fighting and bleeding, all alone. There was a darkness in her soul that was born and raised in those years. She pressed her eyes closed for the briefest of moments, driving out the emotions. The blood, it was just the vampire blood fucking with her mind. “You think we hide? Blackmoores don’t hide. We take, we fight, and we keep what is ours.” Trixy said with force, who was she trying to convince? The girl, or herself? Her face softened when she thought of how Alistair came to check on her moments ago, how he offered her an arm in comfort. “That includes each other. That’s what makes us stronger than you rogues. We choose to live for more than just ourselves.” Trixy loosened her grip on the girls jaw and she looked down at the realization of her own words. Were her words even true? Where did that come from? The blood, yes, of course. Just the vampire blood. Madness. Never far, always in the corners of her mind. Trixy gave Adelisa a eerily bright smile. “Tell you what, darling rogue.” She said, purposefully not saying the girls name in order to earn her ire. “I’m feeling a bit sprightly, I’ve decided to give you a head start.” The dead coldness returned to her pale blue eyes as she hissed low through bared fangs. “Run.”

Cold-Blooded [Moving to a New Thread]

Yay, a post! I will respond after playing some league! Feel better, Eris <3

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Lady Mohowauuck protectively put her arm around her progeny, Hunter, as they descended into the underground vampire lair. Mo might be brutal and ruthless in war, but she was ever the nurturing mother to her children. Even the gods among men held affection for their children, those chosen few who would spread their praise throughout the lands. The gods and goddesses always need their praise. Lady Mo smiled as they walked, feeling comforted in being surrounded by unmarred earth. Mo had never met this Magnus, but he seemed to be gathering many of the ancients and Oldbloods for this war of his, so Mohowauuck had high hopes for his mission. Mo picked up the scent of a werewolf and titled her head curiously... not many vampires, aside from herself, cared to interact with the wolves. She smiled at the wolf as she passed through the doorway. Although she didn't recognize any of the faces of those present, her out-of-place clothing would make her easy to identify for the one who invited her. Otherworldly grace and confidence colored her features and voice as she spoke. "I've come to bless you with my aid. It seems that the winds are in your favor." Although her words were bloated with cockiness at the core, the calm and serene way that she spoke them made it clear that she packed quite the punch to match her hubris. Just as she spoke the last words, a gust of wind tore through the chamber, causing candles to flicker and papers to flutter from the table. The right corner of Lady Mo's lips lifted slightly.

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I was in no way suggesting a 'get out of jail for free' just merely a substitution of weaknesses for vampires from cultures that did not have Christianity. For example: Mo could be especially weak to wood and running water, as her religion revolved around nature/shamanistic beliefs. Just a suggestion. But as Shik stated, if these items don't really effect elder vamps as much, it shouldn't be a huge deal for my character anyway.