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In Avalia 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Night
Location: Roshmi City—Leaky Tap Tavern
Interactions: Torvi @Tae, Belle @Potter, Elthrael @Dezuel


After having had several glasses of mead at the tavern, Bowyn continued this streak throughout the day, committing fully to not spending his first day in Roshmi sober. With Belle around he felt like he could relax more, it no longer fell on him alone to help Torvi. Belle seemed to be trustworthy enough, she had almost a full day to betray them and it hadn’t happened. She also had connections to the elves, likely the same ones who brought humans here, and so the pair of humans could now look out for each other. He welcomed the release from responsibility and took this as permission for a reprieve from the sobriety he had suffered though during the last few days. Bowyn doubted he could ever drink enough to truly drown his sorrows, as alcohol never provided him the same relief that drugs could, but he knew he could always numb himself enough to keep his sorrows at bay. During their day of shopping, or more accurately, thievery, Bowyn had stolen a flask off a demihuman bear that contained a spirit that he’d not tried before and that was delightfully potent. Throughout the day Bowyn kept himself inebriated enough to enjoy the day but not enough to become sloppy, for he still understood the danger of the situation and he was no longer alone in a forest.

It was strange to Bowyn that he was actually enjoying the company of others. At first, he wondered if he simply got along better with humans than he did with anyone of his own world but even Elleta was easy to get along with. He wanted to chalk it all up to their shared situation, the need for allies while under a constant sense of danger but, as Boreas so boldly pointed out to him during the day, it would seem that when he gave people a chance not everyone was so quick to let him down. It was also entirely possible that he was just drunk enough to be content in the present something he could not normally accomplish sober. He wasn’t sure what to do with this newfound sense of camaraderie but so long as these allies shared a similar goal, he didn’t see them getting in the way of his own goal. As long as he was not betrayed before Aeryn was laid to rest anything that happened after that was trivial to him. Accepting that his own death would likely be both soon and inevitable had certainly made others seem like less of a threat to him.

Once night came, they returned to the Leaky Tap, finding in almost exactly as they had left it and with the same strange cloaked man that they had seen before. Had he been waiting around for them to return all day? It certainly seemed like he had, with his not so discreet dropping of an apple near them, and Bowyn wondered how he knew they’d even be back at the tavern. He didn’t have to bother with questioning the strange man as Belle, Elleta, and Torvi all had that one covered, so Bowyn instead studied the man as the others questioned his motives. He didn’t like the unsettling grin that showed of sharp teeth that the man wore proudly. The man’s responses and grin made it clear that he enjoyed antagonizing others, a tactic Bowyn was not unfamiliar. It seemed what the cloaked man wanted was to know what Bowyn was doing so far south which he found disconcerting. Not only did the strange man with pointy teeth seem to know where they were staying but he was questioning Bowyn’s presence and so openly talking about knowing a human as well.

“I’m on vacation, seeing all the cities and forests I can before they burn to the ground. I don’t know if you’ve heard but things have gotten quite dangerous up north. As for my friends here, it is easier to find fine company when you’re not offering to peel them.” Bowyn responded dryly, the man was clearly asking for trouble and while Bowyn was not interested in trouble he also didn’t care for the way in which he addressed the others. An uneasy Boreas shifted on Bowyn’s shoulder, the merlin watching the strange man closely as well, feeding off Bowyn’s own distrust. “Why so interested in my kind? You do seem rather hot-blooded maybe you need to cool off?” He added.


Time: Morning
Location: Vie et Mort HQ
Interaction with: The Dark Queen herself, Desiree @Potter

Noah’s fun ended as the night gave way to dusk; the sun’s unforgiving rays driving him back to the community he called home. He was back at the headquarters of Vie et Mort for only a handful of moments before he ran into another vampire, Jade, informing him that Desiree had requested him. This news filled him with excitement, it was always an honor to be in the presence of the Queen. Although Jade gave him no further information as to what it was Desiree wanted but he hoped she had a job for him, something he could do to further prove his worth to her and Vie et Mort. Even if he were to be scolded, to be scolded personally by the queen still meant he was worthy of her time, that she had taken an interest into molding him into a better vampire.

It would not due to stand in front of his queen looking like he’d just crawled in off the streets so first Noah headed to home to clean himself up, change clothes, and to brush the tangled mop atop his head. Once satisfied that he looked presentable and dressed in his usual predominantly black clothing, he headed off to see what it was his queen wanted. Noah hoped she had another job for him, his last job had been quite the fun challenge, manipulating the wolf girl that Desiree had been keeping. Although taunting and toying with prey seemed to come more easily to him, deception and manipulation did not, but these were skills all great vampires had and so Noah needed to learn them too. While he had been successful in gaining the wolf girls trust Noah wasn’t sure if this was his skill improving or simply that werewolves were nothing more than dumb beasts.

Noah strode confidently into the longue where many of the vampires hung around to pass the time. He never spent too much time here, many of the vampires of Vie et Mort remembered him from his time as weak human, and some of them still looked at him like he was weak and Noah didn’t care for that. But he belonged here now, the queen had requested him, and soon enough he would prove that he had earned his place among the more important vampires of the collective. He bowed his head in respect as he approached Desiree. “You requested my presence, my Queen. How may I serve you?” Noah asked, as ambition shone through his eyes.

Time: Night
Location: Campgrounds
Interaction with: Sorrel@Tae, Cyrus@Alivefalling, Luna@Potter


Liam continued to talk to with another werewolf, relaying what Luna had mentioned about the vampires they had encountered. He kept an eye on Sorrel as she got of the car with about as much difficulty as could be expected. Another showed up with clothes for him and a grateful Liam quickly dressed himself as Cyrus burst out of the RV looking for Sorrel. He was glad to see at least one of the other wolves was looking better but based on how pale and uncomfortable Sorrel looked she needed her wound tended to rather quickly. He had to admit she hid it well and there was very little he respected more than strength. He sent the werewolf off to grab food and clothes for Luna once she was feeling a bit better and headed over to Sorrel and Cyrus.

”Right let’s get you patched up. Cyrus, glad to see you conscious again.” Liam said as he put an arm around Sorrel to help keep her steady and led her into the RV. While the RV itself was pretty old the interior had been stripped out and replaced. The kitchen and dining area still had an old sink but the rest had been swapped for cabinets on one side and a couple small couches on the other. Inside the cabinets were the basics of first aid supplies along with various medications they could swipe from hospitals. In the back there was a small bed where they had set Luna in, and another wolf Marceline was tending to her. Once he helped Sorrel to one of the couches another wolf entered, Jason a former combat medic and current werewolf.

“Stab wound, significant blood loss.” Liam said, gesturing towards Sorrel. The medic immediately went to work grabbing martials necessary to clean and dress the wound. While Jay was more than competent at treating trauma, his bedside manner was severely lacking, and Liam was pleased to see Marceline, someone with a softer approach, attending to Luna. Luna looked worse off than the rest of them, and on top of that being alone in a strange place after being nearly killed by vampires would leave most feeling uneasy. Marceline had already placed a catheter in her arm with fluids going and was administering the necessary medications.

“Hi there, I’m Liam.” He said softly as he took a knee beside the bed. “I just wanted to let you know that you’re going to be safe here. My pack’s out patrolling the grounds, and they won’t let any vampires get in here. You’re under my protection until your back on your feet. Then we’ll make those vampires pay for what they’ve done to you. You have my word on that.“ Liam spoke with absolute sincerity. His life’s work was taking out any threat to wolves and while he’d faced some nasty threats before it was clear these vampires were worse. They weren’t just killing wolves; judging by the state Luna was in, these vampires were in it to torture. More than anything he’d seen before these Vie et Mort vampires needed dealt with, and he was now itching for the chance.

Time: Night
Location: Campgrounds
Interaction with: Sorrel@Tae, Cyrus@Alivefalling, Luna@Potter


“Distracted? By what the blood loss or gapping stab wound.” He joked. “Relax, I don’t think either of them noticed, and we’re all still in one piece.” Liam said, shrugging off the thrill ride that was Sorrel’s driving, for someone who had been recently stabbed he didn’t think she was doing a terrible job. He glanced in the back seat at the two other wolves and they both seemed alright, though it occurred to him that maybe they should’ve put seat belts on them just in case. It seemed strange to him that she was an alpha with no real pack, but he hadn’t commented on it, in case it had been a recent loss. Liam wondered if there was any real pack presence in Ember Grove at all, and with it being clear that Luna wasn’t with Sorrel either, that would make her the second wolf he’d found here looking more than a bit worse for wear. It seemed like there was going to be a lot of work to do in Ember Grove and without any strong packs to align with that was going to make his goals a lot more challenging. Liam saved further questions about the threats in this town for later, however, as they approached the camp site.

Near the edge of the campgrounds a collection of tents sat along with a few vehicles and caravans. There were a handful of campfires burning where members of the pack were gathered, drinking, cooking meat, and partying well into the night. He directed Sorrel towards an RV that served as the pack’s infirmary, kept well stocked with first aid supplies. A few of his people followed the car as it approached the RV, his pack knowing that when someone pulled up here, they likely needed help. He hopped out of the car the second it was stopped, and looked towards the others of his pack who had followed the car.

“There’s two in the back who’ll need carried in, someone grab Jason we’ve got wolves who need patched up.” Liam spoke quickly relaying orders, pointing at people when he asked for something so there was no question as to who needed to do what. “Get the man into the shower, he’s got silver all over him. I want scouts patrolling the area, we’ve got some real nasty leeches in this town and I don’t want any getting in.”He added as a couple of the wolves helped carry Cyrus and Luna into the RV. Liam waited for Sorrel to make sure she didn’t need any help, but didn’t ask any of the others to help her, because in his experience alpha’s rarely wanted to look weak in front of other wolves.
In Avalia 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Afternoon
Location:Roshmi City
Interactions: Ayita @13org, Sakura @baraquiel, Ilan@dreamingflowers


Cade shrugged off Sakura’s concerns of making friends with troublemakers; they certainly couldn’t face the lich king as just a simple trio, no matter how much faith Sakura put in her magic. Anyone willing to challenge the authority of elves seemed like the right sort of troublemakers to him. The two demihumans, an archer and traveling minstrel, made for an odd pair. While the centaur carried himself like a warrior, the faun gave off an air of innocence and he could hardly imagine this young and polite musician initiating conflict had he not seen it with his own eyes. He found them both immediately likable, and his instincts told him he could trust them. Cade trusted both his instincts and his belief that Avalia wished to guide them on this quest. As Regulus suggested continuing the discussion somewhere more discrete, Cade agreed, more than a bit intrigued to see exactly how much trouble these two were capable of getting into.

“An excellent suggestion, the marketplace can get rather crowded this time of day, we had planned on getting lunch about now but I don’t mind waiting a bit longer.” Cade glanced at Sakura and Ayita to see if either had any objections to seeing exactly what Regulus and Ilan where all about. “Perhaps later we could hear you perform, Ilan. We’ve been travelling for bit and I haven’t heard a good tune in far too long.” He added, the last time Cade had the chance to enjoy music was before humans had been summoned to Avalia. Although it had only been a week it certainly felt like longer, so much of his thoughts had been of danger and survival that the chance to meet new people and enjoy simple pleasures was more than welcomed.






Time: Afternoon
Location: Roshmi City
Interactions: Torvi @Tae, Belle @Potter


Bowyn listened as the others spoke, finishing what was left of his drink again, and sticking his tongue out at Torvi when she mentioned that it was his appearance that was childish. A voice of caution in the back of his mind warned against overindulgence as he looked at his empty glass, clouding his mind right now was unwise but he ignored it, not wishing to have to think with a clear head. A clear head would mean he’d focus on all the things he didn’t want to think about, and at the very least, a drunken Bowyn was more suited to tolerating making friends. These elves who were attempting to be friendly, were certainly more than a bit strange, but they did seem genuine in their sympathy for the humans. It was the offer of assistance though that struck him as odd, he wasn’t exactly sure what they meant by it. Torvi seemed equally interested in this.

“Assist us in getting drunk enough to forget about the sorry state of the world?" Bowyn added in response. While Torvi sounded much more excited to take them up on their offer of buy food and drink, he didn’t trust it. People rarely gave anything away for free, and certainly not to strangers. He’d rather know what exactly it was they wanted before he consumed anything that likely had a string attached to it. Bowyn noticed another strange person in the bar sit himself near them, wearing a cloak that obscured his face. He found it strange that anyone would wear such a thing with as hot as it was in Roshmi.

“I never trust the kindness of strangers, no one gives anything away for free.” Bowyn said although turning down a free drink bothered him slightly, he preferred not to take the chance that they’d slip a potion into it. He knew they wanted something from them, but Bowyn wasn’t sure exactly what it was they wanted. These elves were secretive, but he couldn’t decide if it was to hide some sort of devious intent or out of caution. The quieter elf had mentioned she liked winter fairies which had only added to his suspicion of them. In his village dark elves had stolen his people quite frequently, and he wouldn’t put it past light elves to be involved in such acts as well. Bowyn wondered what price a winter fae would fetch on the black market, easily more than getting a couple strangers drunk and feeding them. How ironic it would be if it was his race, rather than Torvi’s, that found them trouble.

“I mean you never know when a lonely elf will try and slip you a love potion.” He added with a forced grin, attempting to lighten his mood and seem more friendly than suspicious of them. “I’d prefer to get my own drinks and I’m not hungry but thanks for the offer.” He added. Truthfully Bowyn was a little hungry but his desire to be dulled by alcohol outweighed any interest in food and even the suspicious he had about the Little Blue and the other elf.


Time: Night
Location: The streets of Ember Grove
Interaction with: N/A

Noah spent the majority of his night wandering through Ember Grove. He was so bored; this town was too small, and he longed to see places he had only read about. He felt like a shark trapped in an encloser, all of Ember Grove was the glass wall he kept banging into but he couldn’t leave, a single thought kept him here; what if she came back. Noah longed for the presence of his sire, his only hope was that she would return to Ember Grove for him, because the rest of the world was so vast, he knew he could search for decades and never find her. Restlessness set in, his mind buzzed and refused to quiet. So much of his life had been spent in a cage already and here he was existing now in a cage only big enough so that he could not see the bars. How he hated Celeste for leaving him here, Ember Grove, a town far too small to contain him and with so little to entertain him. Was it test? A punishment? Noah had been alone for far too long and it left him with only his own mind to keep him company, and that led him towards obsession. A despite need for a distraction, a new obsession, as his current one had no answer he could understand. But as he wandered the familiar streets of his home town, the only town he’d ever known, it haunted him with memories of his mortal life.

He walked past the mall, with it’s blinding lights and overwhelming smells, it was absolutely unbearable. But human Noah had loved the mall, spending as much time there with friends as he could, and now he struggled to even remember what he liked about the place. It was strange how whenever he walked around aimlessly, he always ended up at places that had meant something to him in his mortal life. He had gone back once; it had smelled like everything all at once; food, people, perfume, damn scented candles and it overwhelmed him. While he struggled with the scents the loud noises and glaring lights left him angry and disoriented. All those people walking around ripe for slaughter and yet he, the apex predator, had to hold himself back to avoid exposure, what a stupid rule. He looked back on this memory fondly; this moment of absolute confusion had given way to perfect clarity, for it was then that he realized the world was not as it should be, vampires should never have to hold back from fear of retaliation of mortals. Vampires needed to take power away from their prey, to gain control of this ass backwards world and embrace freedom. They were destined to live as the sharks they were, to prowl and feed at will, consume all they needed without fear. He would see this world one day, everywhere would be as right as things were in the Mills Community, and Noah wouldn’t need to hold back.

“Noah, it is the duty of those with the strength and the means to protect those who cannot protect themselves.” He heard the words of his father, William Beaumont, once again as clear as if the dead man was standing beside him. He could still recall when he as just a boy had asked his father why he had to spend so much time working, and this was father’s stupid response. Noah grinned slightly knowing exactly what this sentiment had earned his father. He turned to see an image of his old man looking exactly as he had the last time Noah had seen him; several days past his death; bloodied and well after the rot had set into his corpse.

“And look at what that got you.” Noah spoke to the man that was not there. “But if you hadn’t been such a nosey bastard maybe I’d never be what I am, the perfect predator.” He wondered if he was always fated to become a vampire, if his father hadn’t stopped to follow a road that shouldn’t exist, would he have ended up living a dreadfully mundane life? Noah had to believe vampirism was always his destiny. Even as a child he had always felt destined for greatness, but until he had been given the gift of immortal blood, the how had always eluded him. But now he understood. “I will make a better world, one for vampires.” He said as the image of his father faded back into his mind. The question that drove him to wander still vexed him, where should he find his next meal.

Thirst was creeping up his throat and the need for blood consumed him and he knew that his prey would be plentiful at the night clubs and bars. The loud and overwhelming places that Noah could barely stand, where music beat itself into his head, where lights strobed and flashed, and the humans reeked of sweat. Even with the lovely spread of prey places like Trance of The Pit had to offer he didn’t want to deal with the constant assault on all his senses and the headaches those places caused him. He also avoided that shithole Alexei’s, it always stank of dogs from the werewolves there, not to mention all the other creatures who could spot what he was from miles away. He couldn’t stand the taste of stale blood served in a glass either, where was the fun in that? Instead he headed towards another bar, The Twisted Lizard, but rather than go inside, he lingered near the entrance, waiting for a drunk to stumble out.

Eventually he found a mark, someone with a friendly face, stumbling out of the bar. They were easy prey, and Noah approached them as they walked past the alleyway near the bar, asking them for a cigarette. The second the human locked eyes with him he could sense their hint of fear; his wild eyes contained the gleam of a predator, and while humans could sense the danger, they foolish ignored it, giving in to the expectation to be polite. As his prey stretched out an arm to offer the cigarette, Noah grabbed the arm and pulled them into the alleyway. He knocked his meal’s head against the wall hard enough for him to hear a crack. The scent of blood unhinged his fangs and he tore into their neck before the human even had time to scream. The thirst quieted, and then his mind calmed as well. The body left behind was carelessly tossed into a dumpster, buried amongst the trash. Though not well hidden, he remembered not to leave the evidence in the open this time. Now he walked the streets feeling better, happier and full, enjoying the way his pretty and familiar cage looked at night.

Time: Night
Location: Sorrel’s car to the campgrounds
Interaction with: Sorrel@Tae, Cyrus@Alivefalling, Luna@Potter


Although Liam wondered why Boris chose to walk or run back to the camp grounds he did not question him, though it did concern him some that the new wolf seemed to have difficulty connecting with the pack. The strength of the pack lied in their shared connection, the absolute trust that each and every wolf had one another’s back no matter what, and he worried that Boris might not have truly felt that connection. He didn’t question the man’s loyalty, he saw for himself tonight that Boris was willing to fight for other wolves, but rather was concerned that Boris didn’t understand that the pack would do the same for him without question. He would need to find some way to strengthen Boris’ connection with the pack, to better instill him with that sense of community.

Once the adrenalin from the fight began to where off his own bruises and bite wound started to come more into focus. He couldn’t complain, he’d been through worse, and the others in the car were certainly worse off than he, but he could only assume they were feeling things a bit more clearly as well now. His posture relaxed some, he allowed himself a moment to calm from the fight, for now there was no immediate threat, and he could instead focus on knowing a bit more about the wolves who claimed Ember Grove as home. Liam knew nothing about the other wolves in the car, but only Sorrel seemed awake enough for conversation. Knowing full well how distracting the pain of a silver knife could be Liam ended up filling the silence with chatter in the hopes that it could take her mind off that pain.

“Well I guess the rumors of Ember Grove and it’s vampire problem were true. That’s what brought my pack and I here, think of us as supernatural pest control. Name’s Liam, by the way, my pack, Vagus Lupi, we wander, looking for threats to all wolves. Vampires, hunters, witches, anyone causing problems for werewolves, and we look to help end those problems. We aren’t looking to make any claims on your territory or cause any trouble with local packs here. And I do apologize for not making a formal introduction when we first got here but we’ve had some trouble locating the alpha for this town. I’m guessing your pack’s pretty secretive, a valid choice, me I prefer to get things out in the open. I just like to be sure my pack isn’t where we’re not wanted.” Liam said, keeping his introduction concise and making his intentions in town clear. He paused a few times to offer directions as they got to the campgrounds, a left here, a right there, as his pack stayed deeper into the grounds than most would. Liam had chosen the deepest location into the grounds where other travelers were less likely to stray, and had gotten a good deal on renting out the space as it was rarely used due to the occasional incidents of animal attacks.
In Avalia 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Time: Afternoon
Location: Roshmi City
Interactions: Torvi @Tae, Belle @Potter


Bowyn cocked his head at Torvi’s outburst, which had caused a slight tremor of the earth. He saw no harm in antagonizing the strangers a bit, even if they did turn out to be potential allies, he needed to show he wasn’t weak. Letting slights slide by him, showing kindness to random strangers, trusting without cause; these were marks of the weak, and the weak died quick, especially in times of war. So, he gave an eye roll to Torvi, she could befriend these strangers if she wanted to, but he was not going to make connections with the first people to speak to him, he had to pickier than that, he needed to be sure they worthy first. He continued to taunt them some, keeping it lighter than before though, not to appease Torvi, but rather to avoid any more inadvertent use of magic from her that might get them exposed.

“I remind you of a child? Would that be from my youthful beauty or delightful playfulness?” He asked his tone now more playful and less indignant than before. “Strange you would call me a child right before Torvi decides to become the mother I never had. But I guess Torvi has a point, these are dangerous times, forests and towns are burning and humans have been brought to Avalia to die yet again. But it’s the elves we have to thank for these lovely developments isn’t it?” Bowyn said, his tone casual but keeping an eye on the two elves as he casually mentioned humans.

“Not that I blame all the elves for the actions of a few but when one loses their home for a second time it tends to sting a bit. Sorry if I seem a little bitter.” Bowyn added, the half sincere apology was his attempt to be more friendly. He doubted the elves were truly here to make friends though, with one giving out an obviously fake name and the other barely speaking, it seemed more like they were doing what he and Torvi were doing; searching for information. So, he kept his words vague enough that they could be interpreted as the bitter musings of one dissatisfied with either Aklenroth or the rebels. He resigned to judge them on their reactions, and hoped keeping the conversation on more provocative topics would distract them from Torvi’s slight use of her magic.


Time: Night
Location: Vie et Mort, then prowling Ember Grove
Interaction with: N/A

A blood-spattered Noah walked the dark streets of what had once been the prosperous Mill’s Community and that now served as home for many of the vampire’s of Vie et Mort. The houses were all nearly identical, before it had been overtaken by vampires, he had no doubt this left the community with an unimaginably dull suburban atmosphere, much like Noah’s human home had. Now, however, the air had an unsettling feeling; porch lights left off, many house’s left falling into dilapidation, and lawns overgrown and filled with weeds. Sometimes, when things got really quiet, Noah could swear he even hear faint screams from the humans they kept here. The home Noah approached was no different, and its door was left unlocked and ajar, for what did a home of vampires have to fear within their gated community. This was not just Noah’s home, but it was currently empty, his roommates all seemed to be out and Noah too wished to roaming the night.

His face and hands were still coated in dried blood, although the look suited him, it was too conspicuous for prowling the night. So, Noah headed upstairs to shower, his fingers trailing along the dusty banister as he did. He caught himself humming a lullaby his mother had once sung to him and once he realized what he was doing he let out a snarl at the human memory. He looked forward to the days when he would be old enough to forget lingering traces of humanity, until that time came, he kept human Noah chained up in box deep within his mind, where he belonged. Noah turned the hot water on and stepped into the grimy shower, smiling as the hot water hit his skin. He could still remember the first time he had showered as a vampire, with his senses heightened, the way scalding hot water felt against his now cold skin. He had stared entranced as dirt and blood swirled and washed away down a drain; imaging that it was his humanity being washed away as well. The thought that everything that made him weak, and connected him to his mortal life, could just be washed away, swirling with water down a drain, made him happy. Even now he still watched entranced as the blood from the nights kill washed down the drain.

After his shower there was no mirror for Noah to look into, he didn’t care for mirrors. He hated staring into his own reflection as it looked back it him, mocking him with flickers of things he didn’t care to see in his own eyes. The first time he saw his own reflection he had smashed up all the mirrors in the house, leaving delightful little shards of glass littered all over the floors. He liked his reflection in that mess better, random pieces and colors, but without the whole, without eyes looking back at him. But this had not pleased Celeste, she liked mirrors and hated messes, he always saw her looking at her reflection. He could understand this, he also liked looking at Celeste, a perfect vision of a demonic goddess, both beautiful and inhuman. Maybe, one day, he’d be able to see his eyes in mirrors and see nothing but the monster looking back. For now, that spot on the bathroom wall was left black, a reminder that one day he’d earn the ability to be able to stand his own reflection.

Noah left his home, not wanting to spend the night cooped up and alone inside the gates. Bloodlust gnawed at his throat, returning as it always did. He drove the car again, trying to remember that he was supposed to be trying to drive like humans did, carefully, but he found it so boring. He headed back to Ember Grove, his playground, and he wanted at least one more snack before dawn came. He remembered that he would have to make sure he didn’t leave another body laying around and that maybe, if he had time, he should clean up the male he left in the woods. Noah tried to remember these things but thoughts left his mind almost as quickly as they came. He parked the car, poorly, in someplace completely forgettable and as he looked for something to do, or someone to eat, and he forgot all about the body left in the woods.
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