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Heh, I'll let you do the room since I kinda took over there for a while :P I was trying to get to a place where your guy could move around freely. :P
The faint sound of footsteps slashing towards the stable prompts Dorian to give his horse a few final pats and turn towards the door. As soon as the mans steps into view the elder raises his arm slightly towards the boy. 'He is from before, the one with the pistol. It seems he is not one to rest even when his men do' He chuckles lightly as the newborn scampers over to him. Wrapping his arm around him he pulls the smaller male close, turning his face away from the man by the door. “Yes, we came along from my home town together on Horace. He wanted to get into the woods so badly that he ducked in at the top of the ridge.” The lies roll smoothly off his tongue, sounding completely believable and honest. “The lightning spooked him as one point though and he took a little tumble down the hill. He is quite the mess now, but he is unharmed.” Bringing the arm wrapped around the boy up he brushes his fingers through his hair lightly. “I fear a good scrubbing is in order.”
He smiles at the man faintly. “You will forgive him for not speaking, he is quite shy, you understand.” Acting very much like a protective lover Dorian wraps his arm back around the little one and holds him tight. Looking out past the man's shoulder he chuckles again. “As for the monster, no such luck. If there really is one out there I'd suppose it's hiding on a day like this. And in truth, there are many other reasonable explanations that a monster doing these killings. I think you and your men should make yourselves more familiar with the beasts of this land. Perhaps then you will be able to identify the thing tearing into these poor people.” Sliding his hand down to the boy's waist he propels him forward, moving towards the door. As they draw even with the man, the youth on his opposite side, Dorian gives him a polite nod and murmurs, “If you will excuse us, I believe we will go dry off a bit.”
The man nods back. “Sure thing squire. The bath's here are good, and if you drop you clothes off with Anna she can get them cleaned for you by morning.”
“Thank you.” Dorian replies before making his way back out into the rain, the young one held tight to his side. Smiling down at him he whispers softly, “See, he didn't suspect a thing. Now we just need to get you cleaned up, and some fresh clothing.” At the door to the inn Dorian pauses, giving the boy a once over to ensure that there are no overt signs of blood exposed. Once he is satisfied he tucks an arm back around him and opens the door to the warm front room.
The furnishings are not lavish, but most definitely on the higher end of common. To the right in the middle of the far wall is a large fireplace, several comfortable chairs and a pair of sofas set before it on a large hearth rug. Directly in front of them along the far wall is a counter with a large rack of keys behind it and a cheery cheeked plump woman leaning against the dark wooden surface. The counter continues on tot he right all the way to the wall where the fireplace is, but only a few feet along it converts into a bar. To the left of the counter is a large wooden staircase leading up tot he second floor, and to the left of that is a long hall lined with doors. The cheery woman waves them over as soon as she spots them.
“Hello dearies, dreadful night isn't it? Don't suppose it was much fun getting here, oh my, you look soaked to the bone! I will have some tubs prepared for you, should be ready soon. Bath is last door on the left, second floor. Just leave you wet clothes in the bath, I'll tend to them later. There are robes in the bath, and nightgowns in the room. Now, who might you two be?” Normally the onslaught of information tumbling from the woman's lips would leave the guest stunned, and truthfully, she expects it now.
However Dorian doesn't miss a beat. “Thank you ma'am, a bath would be lovely. If you would not mind, my companion's clothing is beyond repair, so if you have some spare, I would gladly pay handsomely for it along with my bill. My name is Dorian Helvek, I reserved a room a week ago my wire. If you would be so kind as to direct us to our room? Oh, and you must forgive me, my companion decided to join me at the last minute. We will share the room, however if it is extra to have two in a room I will pay that as well, no question.”
The woman gives the two a knowing look, a faintly disproving note entering her voice as she looks up Dorian's reservation before grabbing the key to his room and handing it over. “There is an extra charge for the extra person, and I'm sure I've got something around here that will fit your, companion, so don't you worry about that. I will deliver the clothing along with yours in the morning”
Taking the key with his free hand the elder resists the urge to roll his eyes at her tone of voice and disproving look at the young man. “I thank you ma'am, and may you stay warm on this beautiful night.” She simply nods back with a grunt and points up the stairs. 'She sure changed her mind about us in a hurry. But, no matter. We have what we need from her for now' Their room happens to be the last door on the right, directly across from the bath. The coincidence brings an honest smile to the elder's lips as he slips the key into the lock and opens the door to he and the little one's room. Closing the door behind them he lets the boy got to explore and lets out a long sigh. 'A bath sounds like heaven just now. Though one would suppose heaven for something like me would be like hell for an angel, heh'
He smiles at the man faintly. “You will forgive him for not speaking, he is quite shy, you understand.” Acting very much like a protective lover Dorian wraps his arm back around the little one and holds him tight. Looking out past the man's shoulder he chuckles again. “As for the monster, no such luck. If there really is one out there I'd suppose it's hiding on a day like this. And in truth, there are many other reasonable explanations that a monster doing these killings. I think you and your men should make yourselves more familiar with the beasts of this land. Perhaps then you will be able to identify the thing tearing into these poor people.” Sliding his hand down to the boy's waist he propels him forward, moving towards the door. As they draw even with the man, the youth on his opposite side, Dorian gives him a polite nod and murmurs, “If you will excuse us, I believe we will go dry off a bit.”
The man nods back. “Sure thing squire. The bath's here are good, and if you drop you clothes off with Anna she can get them cleaned for you by morning.”
“Thank you.” Dorian replies before making his way back out into the rain, the young one held tight to his side. Smiling down at him he whispers softly, “See, he didn't suspect a thing. Now we just need to get you cleaned up, and some fresh clothing.” At the door to the inn Dorian pauses, giving the boy a once over to ensure that there are no overt signs of blood exposed. Once he is satisfied he tucks an arm back around him and opens the door to the warm front room.
The furnishings are not lavish, but most definitely on the higher end of common. To the right in the middle of the far wall is a large fireplace, several comfortable chairs and a pair of sofas set before it on a large hearth rug. Directly in front of them along the far wall is a counter with a large rack of keys behind it and a cheery cheeked plump woman leaning against the dark wooden surface. The counter continues on tot he right all the way to the wall where the fireplace is, but only a few feet along it converts into a bar. To the left of the counter is a large wooden staircase leading up tot he second floor, and to the left of that is a long hall lined with doors. The cheery woman waves them over as soon as she spots them.
“Hello dearies, dreadful night isn't it? Don't suppose it was much fun getting here, oh my, you look soaked to the bone! I will have some tubs prepared for you, should be ready soon. Bath is last door on the left, second floor. Just leave you wet clothes in the bath, I'll tend to them later. There are robes in the bath, and nightgowns in the room. Now, who might you two be?” Normally the onslaught of information tumbling from the woman's lips would leave the guest stunned, and truthfully, she expects it now.
However Dorian doesn't miss a beat. “Thank you ma'am, a bath would be lovely. If you would not mind, my companion's clothing is beyond repair, so if you have some spare, I would gladly pay handsomely for it along with my bill. My name is Dorian Helvek, I reserved a room a week ago my wire. If you would be so kind as to direct us to our room? Oh, and you must forgive me, my companion decided to join me at the last minute. We will share the room, however if it is extra to have two in a room I will pay that as well, no question.”
The woman gives the two a knowing look, a faintly disproving note entering her voice as she looks up Dorian's reservation before grabbing the key to his room and handing it over. “There is an extra charge for the extra person, and I'm sure I've got something around here that will fit your, companion, so don't you worry about that. I will deliver the clothing along with yours in the morning”
Taking the key with his free hand the elder resists the urge to roll his eyes at her tone of voice and disproving look at the young man. “I thank you ma'am, and may you stay warm on this beautiful night.” She simply nods back with a grunt and points up the stairs. 'She sure changed her mind about us in a hurry. But, no matter. We have what we need from her for now' Their room happens to be the last door on the right, directly across from the bath. The coincidence brings an honest smile to the elder's lips as he slips the key into the lock and opens the door to he and the little one's room. Closing the door behind them he lets the boy got to explore and lets out a long sigh. 'A bath sounds like heaven just now. Though one would suppose heaven for something like me would be like hell for an angel, heh'
I. . . has an idea *Grin* And I think it will be entertaining :P *Scampers off*
The innocent look in the boy's eyes as he asks his question burns deep with irony deep inside the elder vampire and he smiles faintly. 'It's strange, but to the villagers he is indeed a monster, having killed several people without thought or remorse. However in all this, he is truly innocent of any wrong doing' Mentally shrugging he adds, Well, so are we all if we only kill to feed. It's our nature, like the wolf or the hawk' He nods gently, slipping back around do he can grip the boy at the waist. “Yes little one, we will get out of the open soon. The inn is not far.” He goes over the directions to the inn in his head, mapping out the turns. 'It should only take a couple minutes, if that'
Keeping a grip on the boy he walks past the first couple houses, focusing on the road in front of him. After a little while he notices the flexing and tensing the youngster’s muscles are doing beneath his pale skin. Glancing at him through the onslaught of raindrops he squeezes his hip reassuringly. “Just a little further little one.” He murmurs, his eyes traveling over to a group of men trying to get a stubborn cow into a stable. 'Some beasts are just so stupid, it is unfathomable' Remembering for a moment Horace Dorian makes a split second decision as the Jameston Inn comes into view. Instead of heading for the welcoming twinkle of firelight dancing against the window pains, the elder turns and moves towards the stables attached to the dull brick building.
As they step through the open doorway, left open by a foolish customer most likely, Dorian scans the area before letting the boy go. 'No one here, it is safe to let him roam a bit' Tousling his blond head he murmurs, “Only stopping here for a moment little one. I wish to check on my horse.” His hand slides down so he can grip the young one's chin. Tugging gently so he can look into the dark blue eyes under the blond mop he adds seriously, “I know you are most likely feeling full, but I will warn you anyways: Do not snack on the horses. Also, feel free to look around while I check on Horace, but is someone walks in, do not panic. Simply move to my side. Everything will be fine, I promise.” Letting go of the boy's chin he taps him gently on the nose before turning to his stallion in the far stall. Walking over he watches as the horse's head comes up, nickering softly at the sight of his master.
Coming up to his stall Dorian reaches out, taking the stallion's muzzle in hand. Stroking it softly he murmurs quietly. Nothing specific, just faint nonsense words. His senses remain, however, trained on the young vampire in the stable with him. Overhead the storm beats on the roof. The stable is dry though, much to Dorian's satisfaction. 'Even with their hopeless guests, at least the owners have kept up with basic stable maintenance. It is good to see humans taking such interest in caring for horses that are not their own' Horace shakes his mane, letting out a faint whinny as if to agree with the vampire's silent musing.
Keeping a grip on the boy he walks past the first couple houses, focusing on the road in front of him. After a little while he notices the flexing and tensing the youngster’s muscles are doing beneath his pale skin. Glancing at him through the onslaught of raindrops he squeezes his hip reassuringly. “Just a little further little one.” He murmurs, his eyes traveling over to a group of men trying to get a stubborn cow into a stable. 'Some beasts are just so stupid, it is unfathomable' Remembering for a moment Horace Dorian makes a split second decision as the Jameston Inn comes into view. Instead of heading for the welcoming twinkle of firelight dancing against the window pains, the elder turns and moves towards the stables attached to the dull brick building.
As they step through the open doorway, left open by a foolish customer most likely, Dorian scans the area before letting the boy go. 'No one here, it is safe to let him roam a bit' Tousling his blond head he murmurs, “Only stopping here for a moment little one. I wish to check on my horse.” His hand slides down so he can grip the young one's chin. Tugging gently so he can look into the dark blue eyes under the blond mop he adds seriously, “I know you are most likely feeling full, but I will warn you anyways: Do not snack on the horses. Also, feel free to look around while I check on Horace, but is someone walks in, do not panic. Simply move to my side. Everything will be fine, I promise.” Letting go of the boy's chin he taps him gently on the nose before turning to his stallion in the far stall. Walking over he watches as the horse's head comes up, nickering softly at the sight of his master.
Coming up to his stall Dorian reaches out, taking the stallion's muzzle in hand. Stroking it softly he murmurs quietly. Nothing specific, just faint nonsense words. His senses remain, however, trained on the young vampire in the stable with him. Overhead the storm beats on the roof. The stable is dry though, much to Dorian's satisfaction. 'Even with their hopeless guests, at least the owners have kept up with basic stable maintenance. It is good to see humans taking such interest in caring for horses that are not their own' Horace shakes his mane, letting out a faint whinny as if to agree with the vampire's silent musing.
Oki. I can be on for a little while yet, so feel free to stick around for some posting :P
Long hair, and a distinct distaste for wearing clothes :P
If you're still around, we may be able to ping-pong a bit. I'm all caught up save for an intro post on my other RP site, so I have time for replies at the moment, and nothing to reply to :P
Dorian shushes him gently, turning to stand in front of the boy so he's between the village and the frightened newborn. His arm remains firm around the smaller male's waist while his free hand comes up to stroke gently over his forehead. Even with the storm raging around them, his vampiric senses make it so he can speak normally and the young man will hear him clearly. “It is all right, I promise. As I said before, you are no monster. Right now, you just look like a traveler who has had a bit of a rough journey. They can not smell blood as we do, so they can not tell you are the one who was slaughtering people for food.” He chuckles lightly, his hand dropping down to wrap around the other side of the boy's waist, gripping his left wrist tight to keep him from running.
Holding the smaller man close, the filth from his clothing grinding into Dorian's as he struggles, the elder leans his head down so their foreheads are touching. “I am here to keep you safe, and I will do just that. I have lived a very long time, and I know what to do around humans to stay safe. Trust that feeling burning low inside you now. Believe in the comfort my blood has brought you.” Leaning back slightly he smiles as warmly as he can manage. “Have faith in me.” Now close enough to the ocean for the crashing waves to put in their two cents the sounds of them roaring against the rocks far below sets up a low continuous rumble. The rain is pouring steadily this was and that with each gust of wind. The force has all but cleaned the young lad of most of visible filth. A normal man would be tossed about by the strength of the gusts striking the two standing near the edge of the cliff, but Dorian stands firm, unmoving, even as he can feel the boy being pressures by mother nature in his arms.
Holding the smaller man close, the filth from his clothing grinding into Dorian's as he struggles, the elder leans his head down so their foreheads are touching. “I am here to keep you safe, and I will do just that. I have lived a very long time, and I know what to do around humans to stay safe. Trust that feeling burning low inside you now. Believe in the comfort my blood has brought you.” Leaning back slightly he smiles as warmly as he can manage. “Have faith in me.” Now close enough to the ocean for the crashing waves to put in their two cents the sounds of them roaring against the rocks far below sets up a low continuous rumble. The rain is pouring steadily this was and that with each gust of wind. The force has all but cleaned the young lad of most of visible filth. A normal man would be tossed about by the strength of the gusts striking the two standing near the edge of the cliff, but Dorian stands firm, unmoving, even as he can feel the boy being pressures by mother nature in his arms.
*Sits to wait patiently* Don't feel you need to rush :P
He can feel a change in the young one. His eyes follow the man's movement as he climbs closer and closer to him. The rain beating against his face obscures his vision only slightly, but he can tell the boy's movements are fueled by a different urge now. He smiles faintly at the whispered statement and relaxes a little. 'His blood lust is strong. I can almost feel it coming off of him' The ragged boy drops down in front of him, moving in close. His arms drop down to remove the need for distance between the two bodies, and as he catches the tell tale sound of one preparing for a bite he reaches up an pulls his cravat down a bit. The bite is harsh, animalistic, doing much more damage than is necessary. However Dorian does not react to the pain. Instead his hands come to settle about the young man's waits as he rides the waves of memories coming through the link.
'They are so cloudy, shaded, far more than they should be. His sire never bonded with him whatsoever, and his life before changing seems all but forgotten. I. . . He arrived on a ship. The deck, I can feel it against his back, the motion of the waves pitching and tossing about' His eyes close as he tries to draw more, but there almost seem to be nothing left to take and after a few moments the young one pulls back. The feeling of his fangs slipping out of his flesh makes him close his eyes again briefly. 'It has been such a long time since I have allowed anyone to taste me. I have not sired since my younger days. I had forgotten the rush of it all' His eyes crack open to find the boy looking up at him. 'He is so handsome, somewhere under all that filth'
“What happens now?”
The question sounds so simple, so innocent, but in the back of his mind Dorian sighs deeply. 'Now you become the center of my life until I can figure out who you are, and why you have come to be one of my kin' Keeping a firm hold with his right hand, the elder brings up his other to pull the boy gently away from his neck. His fingers slide over the wound and he holds back a exasperated sigh. 'This may very well scar. Vicious little thing' Slipping a finger under his cravat he pulls it up over the bite. As soon as he satisfied it's setting properly to hide the wound his hand comes down to rest on the young man's head. Using the rain water that has soaked in, along with the fresh stuff falling from above, he wipes away a bit of the filth that has gathered in the rich silken locks.
“Now, little one, we head out. There is much I still need to find out about you and your sire, and we can not do that here.” Slipping his hand down to wipe what little remains of his own blood from the boy's face he turns slightly to face the way he came from. The hand travels lower, slipping around his slender waist while releasing his right hand from it's hold on the boy's hip. He takes the boy in a gentle but firm grip with his left arm and hand and propels him to walk beside him. “I have a room in the village, and there we will get you cleaned up. No one will suspect you when I am done with you, and it will be safe for you as long as you listen to what I say.” The storm is lashing out in full force now and the two travelers can feel it more and more as they approach the road leading out of the forest. “I will teach you how to feed without raising suspicions, and of course, I will keep you fed.” Reaching across with his right hand he brushes some of the blond hair from his forehead so he can see his eyes better. Almost to himself he whispers, “Somewhere in there, under this mat, are the answers I seek. I just need to figure out how to extract them, for your both our benefits. . .”
'They are so cloudy, shaded, far more than they should be. His sire never bonded with him whatsoever, and his life before changing seems all but forgotten. I. . . He arrived on a ship. The deck, I can feel it against his back, the motion of the waves pitching and tossing about' His eyes close as he tries to draw more, but there almost seem to be nothing left to take and after a few moments the young one pulls back. The feeling of his fangs slipping out of his flesh makes him close his eyes again briefly. 'It has been such a long time since I have allowed anyone to taste me. I have not sired since my younger days. I had forgotten the rush of it all' His eyes crack open to find the boy looking up at him. 'He is so handsome, somewhere under all that filth'
“What happens now?”
The question sounds so simple, so innocent, but in the back of his mind Dorian sighs deeply. 'Now you become the center of my life until I can figure out who you are, and why you have come to be one of my kin' Keeping a firm hold with his right hand, the elder brings up his other to pull the boy gently away from his neck. His fingers slide over the wound and he holds back a exasperated sigh. 'This may very well scar. Vicious little thing' Slipping a finger under his cravat he pulls it up over the bite. As soon as he satisfied it's setting properly to hide the wound his hand comes down to rest on the young man's head. Using the rain water that has soaked in, along with the fresh stuff falling from above, he wipes away a bit of the filth that has gathered in the rich silken locks.
“Now, little one, we head out. There is much I still need to find out about you and your sire, and we can not do that here.” Slipping his hand down to wipe what little remains of his own blood from the boy's face he turns slightly to face the way he came from. The hand travels lower, slipping around his slender waist while releasing his right hand from it's hold on the boy's hip. He takes the boy in a gentle but firm grip with his left arm and hand and propels him to walk beside him. “I have a room in the village, and there we will get you cleaned up. No one will suspect you when I am done with you, and it will be safe for you as long as you listen to what I say.” The storm is lashing out in full force now and the two travelers can feel it more and more as they approach the road leading out of the forest. “I will teach you how to feed without raising suspicions, and of course, I will keep you fed.” Reaching across with his right hand he brushes some of the blond hair from his forehead so he can see his eyes better. Almost to himself he whispers, “Somewhere in there, under this mat, are the answers I seek. I just need to figure out how to extract them, for your both our benefits. . .”
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