Miakardia

Dawnguard AU [AshLeaf & Miakardia]

Drakus watched in silence, pacing side to side slowly, his cold eyes watching the redguard and her companions cut down his reanimated corpses. The recently deceased were no match for the still living, and the three young vampire hunters would undoubtedly cut them down soon enough. His intent was not to have the wights kill the three survivors, only tire them. There was a chorus of boots on stone, as from both ends of the balcony hall, vampires emerged from staircases, hissing and snarling, some brandishing weapons, others ready to cast their magicks at their opponents.

The vampire lord held up both hands, signalling for the vampires to come to a halt. They had been to eager to watch the hounds tear each other apart, they could continue to watch as lesser beasts fought for their lives.

One of the undead wights fell as it was cut to pieces, and Drakus raises his right hand again, reanimating two of the other fallen vampire hunters, then two more, sending them shuffling towards the still standing three.

The Match Mark (Miakardia x Dollie)

The teacup hits Samael square in the face, shattering upon impact with the metallic masks which protects him from the majority of the damage, but still dazes him. He staggers back, the dagger in his right hand dropping to the ground as he instinctively raises his dominant hand to check his face and rub his head until the daze clears. He shakes his head, clearing the blurriness around the edge of his vision with a violent snarl.

It takes him a further two seconds to realise the girl is gone. He growls low in his throat in anger, snatching up the dagger with had left a sharp groove cut out of the wooden floor. A cold breeze rolls across the room, making the candle flicker again, and his head snaps to the window, which is now wide open. He'd definitely closed it behind him.

Running to the window, Samael leans through it looking first up at the eaves of the house to makes sure she wasn't hanging there, then down at the ground, where he can see her getting to her feet. "Shit." He curses, and climbs onto the windowsill, he looks down at the candle flickering by his side and picks it up, throwing it at the bed. It lands on its side, and quickly the bedsheets catch, the flames licking across the bread, spreading like... well, like fire.

Satisfied that the fire would destroy any evidence of their struggle, he turns back to the open window and jumps through it, his arms outstretched. He feels wood under his fingertips and immediately tightens his grip, locking his hand around the windowledge of the house on the other side of the narrow road. His body follows his hands, and he crashes into the stone wall with a loud thud and a groan as all the wind is taken out of him. He hangs there for a couple of seconds to regain his breath, then drops to the ground carefully, crouching as he lands, turning in the air to face back towards the house he'd just left, smoke starting to spiral out of the open window.

CLOSED/MAY REBOOT IN FUTURE

@Stern Algorithm I don't think it would be possible for you to be a daughter of a vampire, as all the half-breed slots have been filled, but @lovely complex or @Viciousmarrow will correct me if I'm wrong. :)

I'm absolutely buzzing for this RP

Dawnguard AU [AshLeaf & Miakardia]

The guard cried out in shock as a war axe appeared as the redguard wielding it's invisibility potion wore off. His cry was cut short as the axe found its mark, easily cutting through his armour.

"FOR DAWNGUARD!" An archer roared, and Drakus turned to him as he threw down his bow and charged the vampire lord with his war axe gripped tightly. The vampire lord raises an arm almost lazily, and used blood magic to drain the man's energy. He kept coming, growing slower and more sluggish with each step, until just before he reached Drakus, the axe slipped from his hands and he fell to the ground, dead.

A sharp stinging sensation pierced Drakus' side, and he looked down, letting out a dreadful screech. A crossbow bolt in sticking out of his hip. He looks up and sees a nord furiously attempting to reload his crossbow. Drakus is faster though, and throws himself across the room at him, wrapping his wings around him as he sinks his fangs into the nord's neck, ripping out his throat, and letting the dead man fall to the ground.

Looking down at the chaos around him, Drakus lets a small hiss spiral out of his lips. He raises both hands, and the archer and nord slowly raise to their feet, the archer picking up his fallen axe, and the archer drawing a sharp dagger from his belt. They both lumber forward towards their still living brothers, their bodies under the command of the vampire lord.

Closed

Watching Juniper go with, Jace frowned a little, tensing until he could hear Juniper's voice around the back of the cabin. He couldn't make out her words, but her voice was softened, so she was not in any danger. He relaxed, and turned to the Alpha. "If you get the others settled here, I will take Blake on a quick scouting mission around the camp." He spoke in a low voice, soft but controlled, his gaze flickering to the large dark wolf sat by the trees edge in silence. Jace did not trust the big wolf, he was quiet, and rarely made contributions to the rest of the pack, and rarely changed out of his wolf form. Whilst others preferred their wolf forms for comforting reasons, Jace got the impression that Blake preferred his lupine form because it made him feel superior to others, from the way he sat upright and rigid, his muzzle raised a little.

"We'll make sure there's no immediate threats in the vicinity, and hopefully find a nearby source of water... Where there's water, there's prey." He let his eyes fall back to Ambra as he finished speaking, awaiting her approval.

Dawnguard AU [AshLeaf & Miakardia]

A sharp sound filled the air, the whistle of flying arrows and crossbow bolts, quickly followed by cries of pain rained down across the stone walls of Castle Volkihar. The voices of dozens of his brothers all crying out at once, dropping to their knees. Drakus' eyes darted around quickly, looking for the source of the whistling noise, before he frowned.

As the cries of pain changed to shouts of anger and shock as the vampires noticed their fallen brothers, a snarl ripped through Drakus' throat, tearing through his lips as he transforms, his skin losing what colour it had left, two bony wings bursting out from his back as he grew taller and more muscular, ripping through his clothing. His heightened senses helped him to see... His eyes were still useless, but he could hear them now... The fast beat of their hearts as they pounded against their ribcages... The soft rustle of their fingertips over their weapons.

With a scream of bloodlust, Drakus darts forward and swipes at one of the invisible crossbow holders by the balcony, his powerful arm in his vampire lord form throwing the attacker off the balcony with ease.

CLOSED/MAY REBOOT IN FUTURE

Name: Viktor Cruor
Blood: Pureblood
Age by Appearance: 20
Immortal Age: 915
Appearance: [link]
House: The House of Malkavian
Rank: Prelate
History: Born in the early years after the formation of Kievan Rus', Viktor was the third son of a captain of the fleet. As a young boy, he spent much of his life on ships with his father and brothers, and grew up feeling at home on the water. When he came of age, he took a more active role in the navy of his fatherland. When Prince Igor of Kiev's fleet attacked the Byzantine Empire during the invasion of Bithynia in 941AD, Viktor was twenty years of age, and was proud to sail and fight in his Prince's name. When the fleet was decimated by the Byzantine's own, Viktor's ship was destroyed, and he washed ashore, almost drowned on a beach off the coast of the black sea, in modern day Turkey.

It was on this beach that he was discovered by a beautiful woman, with the face of a young lady, but the wisdom in her eyes of a being more ancient than any Empire. She saved Viktor's life, at the price of his mortality and his homeland. Viktor lived in the Byzantine Empire for many decades after this, living and working in Constantinople under many names, in many different capacities. At different times he was a general, a blacksmith, an advisor, a farmer, a captain of the guard, under many different Emperors.

Viktor left the grand city of Constantinople shortly before its fall to the Fourth Crusade in 1204, and travelled Europe for many years, before eventually settling in England in the late 16th Century, during the reign of Queen Elizabeth I. He returned to the seas once more during the Spanish Armada, serving under Sir John Hawkins, in an overwhelming English Victory. It was nearly a century later that he finally settled in London, finding more of his own kind, and joining the House of Malkavian, where he rose steadily through the ranks, until eventually he was ranked just below the House's Elder, a position he treasured and respected greatly.

Dawnguard AU [AshLeaf & Miakardia]

The bosmer vampire's head snaps to the side, cutting himself off halfway through a sentence in which he was explaining to the other vampire why killing and drinking the blood of mer and men was acceptable, but baiting hounds into ripping one another to pieces was not. "Something is not right." He hisses through his teeth. He had felt the change in the air, though he might not feel the cold any longer, he still knew when it was cold in a room, and a cold breeze had just rolled through the room.

Snapping his gaze to the guard, Drakus frowns as he sees the guard is not paying any attention to his post at all, and is completely transfixed by the death hounds, as the final two circle each other around the tattered remains of the third.

"Do not alarm the others. Collect the guards from upstairs, then circle back around..." Drakus speaks quickly and calmly to the other vampire, sending him a look that told him not to argue, before moving quickly and gracefully away from the rest of the group, down a side passage off of the room, towards the staircase that led to the balcony overlooking this room.

CLOSED/MAY REBOOT IN FUTURE

Viktor Cruor

Name: Viktor Cruor
Blood: Pureblood
Age by Appearance: 20
Immortal Age: 915
Appearance: [link]
House: The House of Malkavian
Rank: Prelate
History: Born in the early years after the formation of Kievan Rus', Viktor was the third son of a captain of the fleet. As a young boy, he spent much of his life on ships with his father and brothers, and grew up feeling at home on the water. When he came of age, he took a more active role in the navy of his fatherland. When Prince Igor of Kiev's fleet attacked the Byzantine Empire during the invasion of Bithynia in 941AD, Viktor was twenty years of age, and was proud to sail and fight in his Prince's name. When the fleet was decimated by the Byzantine's own, Viktor's ship was destroyed, and he washed ashore, almost drowned on a beach off the coast of the black sea, in modern day Turkey.

It was on this beach that he was discovered by a beautiful woman, with the face of a young lady, but the wisdom in her eyes of a being more ancient than any Empire. She saved Viktor's life, at the price of his mortality and his homeland. Viktor lived in the Byzantine Empire for many decades after this, living and working in Constantinople under many names, in many different capacities. At different times he was a general, a blacksmith, an advisor, a farmer, a captain of the guard, under many different Emperors.

Viktor left the grand city of Constantinople shortly before its fall to the Fourth Crusade in 1204, and travelled Europe for many years, before eventually settling in England in the late 16th Century, during the reign of Queen Elizabeth I. He returned to the seas once more during the Spanish Armada, serving under Sir John Hawkins, in an overwhelming English Victory. It was nearly a century later that he finally settled in London, finding more of his own kind, and joining the House of Malkavian, where he rose steadily through the ranks, until eventually he was ranked just below the House's Elder, a position he treasured and respected greatly.

The Match Mark (Miakardia x Dollie)

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